Sara Chambers and the Skype Call to Baxter's Mum

Chambers House

North of London

It was a lazy and unusually hot summer afternoon. Sara had been on her knees working in the garden for several hours, seeing to her much-neglected roses and the rare orchids in her hothouse. She had hoped to have a run or maybe just a nice long bath with Megan, but her friend seemed to be making herself scarce. Tired of sweating through her blouse in the garden, Sara decided to head inside the house and see what trouble she could find in the air-conditioned manor.

She encountered Winston puttering about the great hall with his rattling serving tray in his hands. Despite the tremors with each step, he managed to carry a tall glass of lemonade filled almost to the very top without spilling it.

“Goodness, Winston, have you read my mind?” She asked, taking the lemonade from the tray.

“No, mum, it was for Baxter,” said Winston. “Would you like a lemonade as well?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” said Sara. “I will take it to Baxter. I’m certain he will share it with me. Library, was it?”

“As usual, mum,” said Winston with a mirthful doff of his heavy eyebrows.

“Right,” said Sara, patting her butler on his shoulder and leaving a smudge of dirt. “I will take it to him straight away.”

She caught the straw in the lemonade with a curl of her tongue and drew it to her plush lips. She began to sip the cold, sweet lemonade as she bounced down the stairs and into the library. She reached Baxter, who was hunched over a table sporting five laptop computers, just in time to offer him a glass of ice with a straw stuck in it.

Baxter took the glass of ice, turned it in his hand, and looked up at Sara, who looked particularly refreshed despite the sweat stains on her tank top. 

“You drank my lemonade,” he said with a tone of deep disappointment. 

“Oh, perk up,” she said, tousling his already unkempt mop of hair. “I’ve been sweating my bum off out there in the sun. What have you been keeping busy with down here in the cool darkness of my library?”

“Skype call with my mum,” he said. “She’s about to call any—“

The bubbling chime of the center laptop drew the attention of both Sara and Baxter. Sara leaned in beside Baxter as he answered the call. Sara and Baxter appeared in the small picture in the corner and a view of an adorably chubby older woman with glasses appeared on the main frame.

“Hello, mum,” said Baxter, waving at the camera.

“Hello, Mrs. Honeycutt,” added Sara, waving alongside Baxter.

“Please, call me Margaret,” said Baxter’s mother. “And you must be Sara Chambers.”

Sara crouched down next to Baxter so that she fit better into the video frame. 

“That’s my name, last time I checked,” said Sara. “Hope you don’t mind me popping in. I was a little bored, so I came to see if Baxter had any use for me.”

Sara smiled sweetly and innocently to Margaret as she slid her hand into Baxter’s lap. He tensed and fought back a cry of surprise. His gaze momentarily flicked downward to see Sara’s nimble fingers dancing over the mound of his cock in his trousers. She ran her fingers back and forth and gave his stiffening cock a gentle squeeze. This was all out of frame of the camera, but that did not make it any easier on Baxter.

“Oh, dear,” said the embarrassed boffin as his face turned crimson.

Margaret, thankfully, did not seem to notice. 

“Sara, my boy was ever so excited when he receved the job with you. He has followed your career since you were working for the Royal Institute of Egyptology. He was over the moon when you said you’d have him on.”

“Oh, I’m glad to have him on,” said Sara, giving Baxter’s cock a harder squeeze. “He is often on top of things. But he can be quite a handful. Isn’t that right, Bax?”

Sara stuffed her hand into Baxter’s trousers and gripped the warm stiffness of his cock. She gave his length a good squeeze as she wanked him slowly from his root to his swollen tip.

“Aaaahhh, yes, well, uh,” Baxter searched desperately for some way out of his predicament. In the small video frame, Sara’s shoulder bounced rhythmically like she was shrugging repeatedly as she wanked Baxter’s cock in his straining trousers.

“That’s wonderful,” said Margaret. “It sounds as if he’s getting on famously with you. Oh, but she’s on her knees and you’ve a chair, Baxter. Give the lady your seat.”

“I do some of my finest work on my knees,” said Sara with a mischievous smile. She reached into Baxter’s lap with her other hand, unbuttoning his trousers and freed his cock so that it popped upright, crimson and glistening with his precum. 

“Oh, mum,” he gasped, looking from his cock back to his sweet mother’s face. Sara continued to wank him steadily, smearing his precum over his cock and using it to lube her fingers. “The, uh, the expedition I was telling you about was a success. Miss Chambers, um, I mean, Sara, she, uh, she recovered the statue and it… well… oh… that’s fantastic.”

Sara suppressed a giggle and smiled sweetly back at Margaret as she continued to pump her hand on Baxter’s cock. Her other hand cradled his bollocks, gently squeezing and kneading them in his heavy, cum-filled sack.

“Was that the statue of the beautiful woman you showed me the picture of, Baxter?” Margaret asked. “It seemed a bit inappropriate. But it was from hundreds of years ago, so I suppose I can’t be too scandalized.”

“Almost two thousand years old,” said Sara. “I did get into a bit of trouble with that one. There were these wasps inside the temple. Little buggers, not much bigger than a pea. Got into my blouse, down my shorts, in my socks. It was frightful.”

“Oh, my,” said Margaret. “That does sound terrible.”

“Thankfully, had plenty of unguent back at the hotel,” said Sara. “Baxter was a real help with applying the lotion. Didn’t miss a spot.”

“Oh, uh, well that is good,” said Margaret, seeming to visualize her son applying ointment to the entirety of Sara’s body.

“Anyway, just popping by to say ‘hello’,” said Sara, waiving again. “I’m going to get my head down now. It was really nice meeting you, Margaret.”

Realizing what Sara intended, Baxter hurriedly shifted the angle of the laptop’s camera to point upward slightly as Sara ducked her head down and out of frame. She slid Baxter’s straining cock into her mouth, pressing the salty hardness of it against her curling tongue as her lips popped wetly with suction. She made a soft moaning sound as she began to bob her mouth on Baxter’s hard cock, one hand still fondling his bollocks.

“Is something wrong with the video, dear?” Margaret called.

“Oh, uh, I think S-Sara bumped it when she left,” said Baxter, watching Sara’s silky blonde ponytail bounce in his lap as her warm, sucking mouth slid up and down his cock.

“She seems like a sweet girl,” said Margaret. “And pretty! I can see why you’re so smitten with her.”

“Mmmmm?” Sara tilted her head in Baxter’s lap, his glistening cock still stuffed in her mouth as she rolled her eyes to look up at him.

Baxter’s face was nearly as purple as the head of his weeping cock. He glanced down at Sara in panic and Sara raised an eyebrow as she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue against his oozing cockslit.

“I-I never said I was smitten, mother,” gasped Baxter. “Where did you get that foolish idea?”

“Foolish?” Margaret laughed. “Please. A mother knows things, Baxter. The way you would not stop talking about her the day you started was a dead giveaway. You described the clothes she wore. When have you ever done that about a girl?”

Sara smiled as she returned the full suction of her mouth to his cock. She began to bob her head vigorously in Baxter’s lap, her warm, sucking mouth making it impossible for him to think clearly. 

“You should ask her out,” suggested Margaret. “A handsome young man like you? I’m she would say ‘yes’.”

“I’m not sure… not sure…” Baxter looked down at Sara’s head moving in his lap. Her tongue was flicking just beneath the head of his cock, driving him mad with pleasure. His toes curled in his shoes and it took every bit of his willpower to keep from going off in Sara’s silky mouth with his mother watching. He cleared his throat and managed to finish his thought, “I’m not sure that would be appropriate.”

“Oh, that’s bollocks,” said Margaret.

Sara nearly laughed and gave Baxter’s tightening satchel a good squeeze.

“IIIIII really have to get going, mother,” he said. “I’ve nearly, um, I need to…”

“It’s alright,” said Mrs. Honeycutt. “Just give it a bit of thought. Would make your mother so happy to have some grandchildren to kiss.”

“Gotta go, mum!” Baxter nearly shouted, quickly hitting the disconnect button on Skype.

He sighed with relief as his mother’s image disappeared from the screen. Sara’s soft, suckling lips popped free of his cock and the blonde beauty lifted her head from his lap to give him a questioning look.

“Smitten, is it?” Sara asked, unable to hide her smile.

“N-no, I mean, I might have gone on a bit about you and—“

“Grandchildren?” Sara asked, squeezing Baxter’s wet cock in her hand.

“That’s not, I mean, that’s what every mum wants, isn’t it? Nothing specific to… to…”

Baxter’s words trailed off as Sara stood, staring down on him. She was sweaty and a bit dirty from working in the garden, but it hardly dimmed her beauty. She shucked her tank off over her head, freeing her luscious breast in their creamy glory, pink nipples erect like two bullets capping her pert breasts. Her mounds squished together as she leaned down to strip off her shorts. Baxter was left wordless as she peeled off her whole kit in one go, revealing her creamy thighs, blushing quim, and as she turned to step her boots through the legs of her shorts, the firm globes of her bum.

His spit-wet cock twitched in his lap without even being touched.

“I know you, Baxter,” said Sara, resting her hands on his shoulders and standing with her soft breasts nearly in his face. “If I sit down on that big cock of yours you’ll go off in a second. So it’s time for you to put in a bit of work on your boss’s behalf.”

“How is that?” Baxter asked, trying to look into her eyes instead of staring at her perfect tits.

“I’ve been bobbing on your cock,” said Sara, a knee on Baxter’s chair and her luscious breasts thrust into his face, “now I think it is time for you to return that favor.”

Before Baxter could offer a reply, Sara slid her fingers into his unkempt hair and pulled his face into her cleavage. His words were muffled by the plush squeeze of her ample mounds. He could not resist the invitation. His eager hands slid up to her chest, cradling and fondling her soft mounds as he lifted his face just enough to kiss his way to her nipple. 

“That’s a good boy,” cooed Sara, cradling him against her breasts as Baxter circled one nipple with his tongue and teased the other with his fingers. He moaned as he sucked her straining bud into his mouth, looking up into her eyes as he nursed like a hungry tot at her breast. She crooned with pleasure, holding him tightly and only allow him to break the suction to move to her other breast as suck just as eagerly. 

Baxter obediently kissed his way back and forth between Sara’s creamy tits, tasting her sweat and sucking her nipples until they were rosy red. But his beautiful blonde boss craved more. She pulled him with her as she sprawled onto the library table, knocking aside computers and books. Her knees were bent and her heavy boots hung in the air as she pulled her obedient boffin between her thighs. 

Sara sucked in a breath as Baxter’s kiss found her tender groove. His tongue sought her clit and elicited cries of pleasure from Sara. She tangled her fingers tightly in his hair, holding him against her cunt as she bucked her hips and spread her sweet nectar over his tongue and chin. He savored her sweet taste and the musky scent of her sweaty loins. His tongue tasted Sara’s ass just as eagerly as her cunt and she gasped heavily, holding his head with both hands.

“Yessss, make me cummmm!” She cried, holding him tight against her pussy. He lashed her clit relentlessly, driving her over the edge and sending hot pulses of ecstasy rippling through her body from her curling toes to her shuddering breasts. She held him against her pussy until the last spasm had worked through her body. 

She seemed to relax on the table, her legs dropping and her breath slowly returning to normal as she released Baxter’s head. Sara sat up suddenly and slid off the table onto her feet. She pulled Baxter into a kiss, sharing her own nectar on his lips and tongue as she pushed him back onto the floor of the library. 

“I don’t suppose you have—“

Baxter cut her off, reaching past his knees for his trouser pocket and retrieving the square wrapper of a condom. 

“Carry one at all times these days,” said Baxter, not bothering to explain that the reason was he might be subjected to Sara’s appetites unexpectedly and he wanted to be prepared.

“Right, might last a bit longer with that,” she said, snatching the condom from his fingers. She tore the wrapper with her teeth and fished out the flexible latex condom. He sucked in a breath as she pressed the lubricated ring to the head of his cock and deftly unrolled the sheath down his manhood.

Baxter’s talented tongue had left Sara practically dripping. She grabbed his condom-wrapped cock in one hand and squatted above him, lowering her slick pussy easily onto his thick, hard cock. She cried out softly, relieved to at last be filled with a hard cock. Baxter whimpered beneath her and his cock twitched inside her. 

“You’re not cumming already, are you?” She asked.

“N-no,” said Baxter. “I managed to fight it off.”

“Good,” she said, dropping heavily onto him and resting her hands on his chest. She began to move her hips, sliding her tight pussy and lusciously round bum up and down on his cock. “I wanted a bit of a ride.”

Once the initial wave of pleasure passed and Baxter felt he was out of the immediate danger zone, he reached around Sara to fill his hand with her toned bum. She moaned as he squeezed her cheeks. She smiled at her awestruck young boffin as he tried to thrust up and into her pussy. He was no match for her muscular riding style, her tits bouncing freely with the motion of her hips. The hum of library computers was overwhelmed by the lewd slap of flesh and Baxter’s gasping breaths. 

“Miss Chambers,” he moaned. “It’s… it’s so good.”

“Yes, it is quite nice,” she agreed, riding faster and harder. “Ohhhhh… bloody hell. Your cock seems bigger every time I slid it into my quim.” 

“Ohhhh… it… it gets so hard with you,” he moaned, kneading her bumcheeks. 

“Ahhhh, that’s it,” she rode him for her own pleasure, head thrown back and golden locks bouncing along with her breasts. “Ohhhhhh, your big… hard… cock. Yes! Ohhhhhh!”

Baxter had rarely seen her so in the throes of pleasure. He managed to hold back the flood of his seed and appreciated the beautiful, toned adventurer riding his hard cock. His efforts to give her a ride were largely ineffective since she was doing most of the work, but he had no ego involved in the act. He was on the receiving end of a powerful woman taking what she wanted and he was happy to be her sex toy.

“Going to… going to cum! Yessss! Ohhhhh bloody good!” She bounced her tits wildly with each hard ride up and down his condom-wrapped cock. Her inner muscles squeezed rhythmically around him as she peaked, crying out, “Baxxxxter!”

Hearing his name on her lips gave him a wild thrill. What Sara did next was an even nicer surprise as she slid her pussy off his cock, tore off the condom, and slid straight back down onto his cock. Her hot cunt enveloped his shaft down to his root. She still seemed to be cumming, her pussy squeezing hard around his cock, her eyes wild and her smile wide as she leaned down and kissed him. He opened his mouth to her forceful tongue and moaned his pleasure against her lips.

Baxter managed to last three rides up and down his bare cock. Her slick pussy was molten hot around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter as her tongue probed his mouth. He was helpless in the face of such sexual power. His grip tightened on her firm bum, he thrust upwards to meet her, and his cock exploded deep inside her gripping pussy. She wailed as she felt his cum spurting deep inside her.

“Yesssss, cum for me, Baxter,” she gasped against his lips. “Cum inside me.”

He pumped again and again, his strokes slowing as he savored the slipperiness of her creamed cunt. Her tight walls flexed around him, dripping his cum down his bollocks as she squeezed some of it out of her stuffed pussy. She rode up and down his spent length a few more times as he whimpered with over-sensitivity. 

“That’s a good boy,” cooed Sara, her body shuddering against him. “I might have to take you for a ride more often. So long as you promise not to get smitten.”

“N-no promises,” laughed Baxter, leaning up to kiss her, their tongues intertwining in a passionate grapple.