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ALBINO and REDBONE

Two employees at a local restaurant, a snow white cook and night black waitress share an incredible attraction and act upon it

Fiction

Wanting her

It’s been a while since I have posted a story, though that hasn’t meant my thoughts of late have been any less ‘interesting’.
Like everyone out there, there are a variety of reasons which bring about sexual thoughts with each of us differing in this respect. For me, some of these reasons are more constant than others. One such is the fact I will often enjoy thoughts about my son in law. Younger than myself by a good few years, he’s been a particularly good catch for my daughter, whilst for me, he’s been a particularly good catch for my thoughts and imagination. Though it has never gone any further than that, it does me no harm to imagine that it could.
I hope you enjoy my story, my thoughts and once again, I will always enjoy receiving constructive criticism.
“Oh Andy. I wasn’t expecting you this early. Mike has only just taken Scott into town. It’s likely to be a good hour before he gets back.”
Scott was Andy’s young son and with his recent marriage breakup with their daughter, they now shared responsibility for him, with Andy having him weekends.
Andy nodded. “That’s ok. I wasn’t expecting to finish so early and thought, rather than go all the way home then have to make the return journey later, I’d take the chance and call early. It’s not a problem. I don’t mind waiting assuming that’s ok with you?”
“Yes that’s fine. I was just about to make a coffee. Would you like one?”
“Yeah! Sure. I’d love one,” he replied.
As his ex mother in law turned towards the work counter Andy’s eyes followed, checking out her body. Wearing a fine knit, figure hugging, grey cardigan, over a light grey, pencil skirt with a split running a third of the way up the back she was looking good, very good, though in truth this came as no surprise to Andy for despite the fact she was fifty five years of age, he knew she was someone who had always prided herself in her appearance. She kept herself in good shape with regular visits to the local gym and as well as the physical side to her appearance, for as long as Andy had known her, she was the kind of woman who always took care to dress well. Today was no exception though in fairness, he’d a;ways believed she was the kind of woman would look good no matter what she wore.
Asking if he wanted milk or cream in his coffee, she turned slightly towards him. Replying he’d go with the milk, Andy found his eyes drawn to those firm, thirty six inch breasts of hers, the contours of which seemed beautifully accentuated by her fitted top. It was also hard not to notice the top three buttons of her cardigan were undone, enough to show the slightest hint of cleavage. He knew of course the light display was not for him for she’d not been expecting him, even so, he found it easy to imagine it was and it was enough to both entice and stir memories.
The view was all too brief as she turned to make her way over to the fridge. His eyes followed where he found himself thinking back a year or so, to a time when the two of them had shared some fun together.
It had been wrong of course, an illicit encounter with his mother in law, but at the time, the wrongful nature, for both of them, had served only to intensify the sexual excitement. Now, months later, stood alone with her in the kitchen, growing aroused simply from looking her up and down, it was easy to begin to wonder, if like him she too missed the fun they once shared.
She returned to the worktop, waiting for the kettle to boil, her back turned towards him. Her words of moments before that Mike, her husband, would be out for a good hour, ran through his mind. He found himself thinking back to the start of their affair.
In truth, it was strange it should have happened at all for they were as different as two people could be. He was young, carefree and though he didn’t like to admit it, somewhat irresponsible. She, on the other hand, was much older, married for a good number of years and very set in her ways. She was also somewhat conservative in her views and had always carried something of an air of primness about her. Always polite, always well dressed, it was Andy’s view she was a typically, pleasant, happily married woman who went about life keeping the home for her husband and family. Hence, sexual thoughts were not something to have crossed Andy’s mind. They would chat, often, yet their conversations were never more than polite. Never a hint that she liked him anymore than for what he was, her daughter’s then boyfriend. Indeed, it wasn’t until after he had married her daughter that she appeared to warm to him a little more though by then, a good few years later, Andy had already begun to see her in a different light.
With her husband often working away from home and at the insistence of his wife, he would often be asked to carry out odd jobs for her around the house. At the outset, he saw it as something of a chore, something he felt he could well do without, yet doing these jobs for her, he bagan to learn more about her and sensed she had warmed to him. They would spend time chatting about all manner of things and over time he would look forward to being asked to call round. By then his helping was no longer a chore. He would even ask her daughter if her mother needed anything done, just for the excuse to call and see her.
His visits grew, from the helping out every now and again to calling every other day to make sure everything was ok. To his advantage, his wife had no problems with him visiting. She was pleased they got on so well and welcomed the fact Andy was being so nice towards her mother.
Of course as time moved on there were very few jobs needed doing around the house. His visits were simply a way to spend more time with her for his attraction for Lin had grown. He enjoyed her manner, the way she laughed, the way she would talk to him and most of all the constant surprise in how good someone her age could look. him.
There were times they would sit on the sofa together where occasionally she would instinctively place her hand on his knee without thinking as she explained something to him. A part of him would guess it was no more than a thoughtless act yet later, when alone, he would replay the incident over, only then, mixed with his imagination he would envisage her hand not on his knee but stroking his cock. He lost count the number of different scenarios his mind managed to conjure up, for by then he was regularly jacking himself off to thoughts of him and his mother in law. Then one day it happened.
Busy at work, it had been over a week since he had last seen her. This particular day, his wife had asked him to call and take a look at her washing machine. It had been giving problems. He’d arrived and a few minutes after taking a look found it was a simple case of unblocking the filter. It took no more than a few minutes to fix. As always, Lin had made them both a coffee. They were sat in the kitchen chatting where she had asked him how he and her daughter were getting along. Andy sensed something different about her manner, especially when she asked him if everything was ok in the sex department. It was a topic she’d never broached before. Unsure where the conversation was headed he answered yes before nervously asking if everything were ok for her too? For a woman he’d always considered conservative, she was surprisingly open with her answer. She told him they no longer had sex as much as they used to, suggesting years of marriage had bred complacency. He sensed the atmosphere between the two of them had changed. Talk of sex had charged the air with a sexual tension. He sensed she too had felt it.
It was as if she were embarrassed when she cut the conversation short and got up to place her cup in the sink. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he’d followed then had stood behind her at the sink and had slipped his hands onto her waist. A part of him had expected her to reject him but instead he’d been surprised when she had turned and looked him in the eye. She’d made no move to remove his hands and with neither of them saying a word, the sexual tension increased. Andy couldn’t remember who started it but the next moment the two of them were kissing. A deep, passionate kiss.
The kiss went on and on. To Andy it seemed like a lifetime and was something he didn’t want to end. He held her close, his hands smoothing up and down her back as his lips pressed against hers, hers against his until their mouths opened, their tongues keen to explore one another’s mouths. Their breathing deepened, their hand movements increased, exploring one another’s bodies. Eventually, after some long minutes, Lin pulled away muttering something about how they couldn’t be doing this and that he should go. Andy hadn’t known what to do nor how to respond. He’d simply done as she’d asked and left.
Later that night, while taking a shower Andy had jacked himself off with the thoughts of all that had taken place filling his head. He made up his mind he was not going to let it rest at just this kiss. He felt certain the kiss had proved Lin wanted something to happen every bit as much as him.
A few days later he saw her again. They were sat on the sofa chatting when during a lull in the conversation Lin had started to apologize over what had happened a few days earlier. He had immediately told her there was no apology necessary, that not only had he had enjoyed himself but that he had wanted something like that to happen for a while. He’d leant close and kissed her. She’d responded, tentatively before easing herself from his arms, telling him again they shouldn’t be doing this but when he’d ignored her and had kissed her a second time, she’d responded.
Several times she had pulled free to tell him they should stop. Ignoring her each time she had responded in full. He ended up, pinning her back against the sofa, receiving minimal objection as his lips had played with hers and his hands had caressed back and forth over her clothed body.
When Andy had left that day he was sure it was only a matter of time before they would both enjoy one another fully.
Sure enough, over a number of following visits they had gone on to share more and more fun together, culminating a few weeks later in full blown sex. Both, in their different ways had regrets they were cheating on their partners yet it couldn’t be denied, these regrets were far and away outweighed by the enjoyment of one another.
As the affair progressed, so slowly but surely, Andy began to witness his usually staid, demure mother in law draw out of her shell. She continually surprised him. Gone was the conservative housewife, instead, replaced by someone who would astound him with her less than conservative views on sex.
There were times the sex would be leisurely, unrushed, their partners both safely out of the way. At other times, more often than not instigated by Lin, the risks they took were greater. Indeed, it wasn’t long before it became clear to Andy she seemed driven by taking risks,. It appeared she enjoyed it all the more when they knew one or other partner could return at short notice. Those times, those risks appeared foolish to Andy and he was sure Lin too, deep down felt the same, yet inexplicably, it was these times they had both quickly come to covet and enjoy the most.
The excitement that came with these risks was immense. It doubled the already, high sexual flavour of the wrongs they were doing and each of them in turn had had to admit their surprise at how addictive the riskier games they played became. At times, it would be little more than stealing a passionate kiss while one or other partner was in one of the adjoining rooms in the house. Other times carried an even greater element of risk and now as Andy continued to study her from behind he recalled one such time
It had been a Saturday morning and Andy had called over to drop something off that her daughter had borrowed. Mike, Lin’s husband had been out in the garden, working on building a Gazebo. Andy had stopped to say ‘Hi’ and pass a few pleasantries before heading into the house. There he surprised Lin in the kitchen who was looking as good as ever in a light, summery dress. As Andy explained the reason for his visit, a quick glance out of the window to check her hubby was busy, she pulled Andy close, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. Used to her desire for risk, Andy had responded and within minutes the two of them were heavily aroused. Pulling away, Lin had grabbed his hand and lead him out of the kitchen.
Andy’s first thoughts were that she simply wanted to make sure they were away from the kitchen door should her hubby decide to walk in. He was wrong. She had instead, lead him up to her bedroom, over to the window which looked down into the garden. Looking out, Andy could see Mike, busy at work building the timber frame, but admiring Mike’s work was not what Lin had in mind. She’d immediately reached for Andy’s crotch and began rubbing her hand up and down his growing bulge.
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning and it’s been getting me horny.” She’d told him. “My pussy needs seeing too. I want you to Fuck me, here and now!”
His dick had immediately twitched with the thought of such a risk. He’d looked out into the garden where Mike was still busy working on the Gazebo.
“You can’t be serious Lin. He could walk in or look up at any time.”
She hadn’t answered, instead he’d watched as she’d climbed onto the bed, knelt in front of the base board and had flipped the hem of her dress high over her waist. “Is this serious enough Andy?” She’d asked. “Doggy style will do just nicely,” she’d continued, “so we can both look out of the window while you’re fucking me!”
They had taken risks before but never anything as risky as this. This was a ‘scary risky’ causing Andy to hesitate. Lin sensed his concern and wriggled her rear in an enticing manner.
“Come on Andy. Come do your Lindy!” She’d teased. “Think of the excitement watching Mike while you ‘have me'” She encouraged.
There was no denying, the thought of looking down on her hubby while he took care of his sexy wife was unbelievably arousing. He climbed onto the bed and had leant forward, over her bent body. Reaching beneath her he started petting at her breasts over the summery dress. Lin had reached back and began attempting to undo his trousers. Struggling with this action she’d demanded he get it out and fuck her! His head swimming with the excitement of what was happening. He did as she asked, undoing his trousers and taking out his cock. Pulling aside her knickers he eased his cock into a very wet pussy and started to fuck her.
As he ploughed his cock in and out of her sodden pussy, Lin had continually demanded he look out of the window and remind himself of who he was fucking. Her words had added to their excitement, he’d done exactly as she’d asked and within minutes, as the two of them looked out into the garden, it was over. More excited than at any time before, Lin had quickly climaxed and seconds later, Andy had emptied his balls of their seed deep into her pussy. It hadn’t mattered it was so short lived, for the both of them had never felt excitement like it.
When ten minutes later, all three of them were chatting over a coffee, Andy couldn’t help but grow aroused as he thought about what had just happened, the idea Mike was completely unaware he had just emptied his balls into his sexy wife’s pussy.
Lin, pouring the boiling water into the mugs, snapped Andy from his thoughts. His eyes alighted on her waist,, at the point where the cardigan she wore shaped itself perfectly against the contours of her waist before flaring out over her slender hips.
Down below, thanks to the combination of thoughts he’d been having and the sight of her sexy body, he could feel his growing arousal. He stepped forward to place both hands onto her waist, more than aware she was likely to spurn him, but feeling as he was, he’d already decided it was worth the risk.
As his hands slipped onto her waist he felt her body stiffen momentarily before relaxing once more, surely a positive sign, he was quick to argue with himself. He nudged closer still, closing the gap between them.
As Lin stood facing the kettle, waiting for it to boil, unknown to Andy, she too was having similar thoughts, though for entirely different reasons. She could sense he was stood behind her. Could feel his eyes looking her up and down.
It was enough to cause her body to thrill, for she couldn’t deny, it was an exciting feeling, a woman her age could still attract a guy so much younger. Yet unlike Andy, she wanted to resist. Yes, it was true she had certainly enjoyed their fling and the sexual excitement that had ensued but throughout the entire escapade she had known, the risks, as exciting as they were, had been fat too great. The truth was, she had tried to fight her feelings right from the outset and had sensed Andy had too.
At first she had tried to resist completely, but knew, on that day they had first kissed she had failed.. From that moment on she knew he’d be difficult to resist and decided that she would keep things to a minimum, at a kissing and fondling level, something she had hoped they could both enjoy without the need to go further. She’d been fooling herself for within a few weeks she realised they had both wanted more and despite her resolve to fight her feelings the inevitable had happened and they’d succumbed to their desires.
Even then, with what Lin considered as the dirty deed having been done, she had still hoped it was a one off, that their initial sexual needs satisfied, that from then on she’d be able to resist him. Deep down, it had not been something she’d really believed and two days later when she next saw him her fears were proved right when her desires came back with a vengeance.
That second time, when he’d taken her in his arms her determination had not only melted, but had been replaced with a passion she herself hadn’t been able to understand. She’d ben unable to believe the way in which the two of them had ‘gone’ for one another. It had bordered on animalistic, fighting with one another. Groping, mauling and clawing at one another’s bodied in a desperate attempt to sate their sexual desire. That day it seemed, each of them had fought for control until eventually, Andy’s superior strength advantage saw her ending up pinned over the arm of the sofa, her skirt raised, where she had been soundly ‘fucked’ doggy style.
She remembered that day well, as if it were only yesterday. Impaled on his dick she remembered thinking of how wrong it all was, yet her guilty thoughts had done nothing to stop her pushing back onto his cock, demanding, he fuck it up her good and hard. Looking back, it was hard to explain why and how she had spoken in such a way. It was a language she had ever used before, nor one she’d ever been comfortable with. It was as if her own anger with herself had driven her, yet each they had met, she’d continued to act in the same manner and though she could not explain it, whatever she did and said seemed so ‘right’, and as the weeks passed, their actions, their words, their thoughts became embroiled into their game. Talking dirty to one another became second nature, as did exploring and excelling their boundaries, demanding sexual gratification in ways, way beyond that they would ask of their partners. Now alone with him for the first time in months, aware he was stood close behind, looking her up and down, she was gripped with a fear it would start all over.
Moments later her fears were founded when he slid his hands onto her waist. She froze, fearful as with the first time, she would be unable to resist. As he pressed closer she knew she needed to tell him to stop but though the words had formed in her mind, her mouth seemed incapable of saying them.
“Do you ever think back and remember the fun we used to have Lin?”
She wanted to answer no, but knew he’d find it difficult to believe.
“Sometimes. Yes!” She answered. She felt his hands further encircle her waist.
“They were good times Lin?”
She closed her eyes tight shut, fearful of responding. Knowing where it would lead.
“Do you miss therm Lin?”
Again she felt the familiar fear.
“Those times are in the past Andy. They are best forgotten.” She lied. Hoping by answering neither yes, nor no, he would ease back and not press the matter further.
“Yes, but do you miss them Lin. I know I do.”
Lin bit gently down on her lower lip as she considered how to answer.
“Things change Andy. We’ve both moved on. You for example. You’ve got yourself another partner.” She said, hoping the mere mention of his partner would be enough for him to drop this conversation.
“You’re right of course. Things have changed, yet I can’t help remembering the fun we used to have. I miss it Lin. The fact is I miss you. Don’t you must miss it just a little?” He questioned, using his hands on her waist to turn her to face him so they were now looking into one another’s eyes. Already she could feel her resolve melting. She knew she needed to resist.
“Like I said. That’s all in the past.” She told him a second time.
“It wouldn’t take much to get it back Lin.” He whispered.
Lin’s body physically shook at the thought. Her eyes moved to his lips, lips that were now only inches from hers. It came all too easily to remember how good they used to feel against hers, how arousing it was to be kissed by him. She closed her eyes as she tried hard to fight the very real urge to kiss him.
“No Andy, we couldn’t. We mustn’t! What’s done is done.”
Suddenly, taking her by surprise he leant forward, pressing his lips over hers. It was pure instinct she responded, briefly returning his kiss before pressing her hands on his shoulders, easing him away.
“No Andy! Stop it! I’ve told you. We can’t do this. It’s foolish.” She cried, telling herself she should twist away from his hold yet despite this knowledge she seemed incapable of getting her body to respond. Ignoring her pleas, he kissed her again where this time she found herself respond a little longer. Again she used her hands to ease him away. “Please Andy. Stop this! We can’t.” She pleaded once more.
“We can Lin! Your reaction just now tells me you want this as much as I do. Just a kiss Lin. Nothing more. Just something to remind ourselves of how it once was.” He pressed forward, smothering her lips with his. Her mind wrestled with his words, trying to convince itself this was all it was. Just a kiss, nothing more. She opened her mouth where his tongue immediately began to probe and where in turn she found herself reciprocating, sucking gently on his tongue.
Thirty seconds passed. His head turned slightly to the right. She turned hers to the left and despite telling herself the kiss had gone on long enough, she inexplicably began pressing his tongue back with her own until it was hers probing his mouth and all the while the memories of how it used to be were flooding back, filling her mind.
The kiss lengthened, a minute, then longer still. She felt his hands pressing firmly over her breasts. It was enough to snap her back to her senses. She reacted. Reaching up, her intention to push his hands away, but where she grabbed for his hands, he somehow managed to turn things around and moments later he’d taken hold of hers, pressing them over her breasts, his on top of hers where he immediately began massaging her fingers onto her fleshy mounds.
“Oh Lin! Do you remember how you used to do this for me? How much it used to turn me on, seeing you play with yourself?”
She bit down firmly on her lip. She did indeed remember, for the sight of watching him growing aroused while she played with herself was something she would often do. It was a part of the games they would play. It used to turn her on every bit as much as it did him. It was something she had only ever done for him, never her hubby, and now, instead of pulling her hands away she found her arousal growing as their hands jointly stimulated her breasts, her nipples.
He leant forward to kiss her again, his hands continuing to massage hers.
She twisted her mouth away from his. “Please Andy! Please stop this.” She pleaded, frightened she was already beginning to enjoy what was happening.
He eased back a little further, keeping his hands in place, encouraging her to continue. “Go on Lin. Just a little play for old times sake. Just a reminder of how aroused we used to get.”
A quiet whimper escaped from her lips as the realisation dawned of how foolish she was being. but his soothing words, his quiet, yet forceful manner was taking a hold. She closed her eyes as she leaned back against the wall where his hands slid away from her. He looked on as her fingers seemed to take on a will on their own. In no time at all she could feel her nipples harden, pressing firmly outwards beneath her soft top. She looked down at herself, mindful of the need to resist yet she couldn’t. Instead, she began to pluck at each swollen bud, arousing them all the more as she teased the soft fabric of her top back and forth. She was whimpering all the more now, her tongue flicking lightly around her lips, wetting them as she pictured Andy watching, growing aroused by what she was doing. She opened her eyes briefly to see him stood there, a broad smile written across his face. She closed them again as she quickly became lost in her own, pleasurable ministrations.
Seconds later she felt the heat of his breath against her neck. She refused to open her eyes, somehow believing it would only make this more real than it already was. He started to kiss her. Light kisses up and down the side of her neck. She murmured quietly at the idea he’d remembered just how much she’d enjoyed her neck being kissed. Her soft moans signaled her pleasure as her resistance continued to be eaten away.
His lips moved lower, where moments later they nuzzled against her hand. She stopped plucking at her nipples and instead began petting the fullness of her breasts allowing Andy to begin gently biting and sucking on her nipple, over the fabric of her top. She mewled out loud as he sucked both nipple and top hard into his mouth. It was a game they had played before and she continued to pet herself, as if she were trying to feed him, to satisfy his hunger. He switched breasts, causing her to moan louder still.
“You bastard Andy! Please stop!!” She moaned, but Andy recognised, there was little conviction in her voice. She gasped out loud, her eyes opened wide as his hand slid beneath her skirt, up along her inner thigh.
“Noooo Andy! Please don’t.” She pleaded.
Again he chose to ignore her, just as she knew he would. He continued where he’d left off, sucking and kissing on her nipples and breasts while his fingers drew steadily higher until they were moving too and fro over the gusset of her panties, causing her to mewl out loud. In part, at her own, inner anger that she seemed unable to push away her own wanting.
Andy moved his lips, upwards from her breasts, up along her neck until they were close to her ear. “Open wide Lindy.” He whispered. “I am going to make you cum for old times sake!”
Lin’s body froze. Though softly spoken, his was not a request but an order. He was beginning to take control. She knew she needed to act quickly if it were not going to get out of hand.
Again she whimpered. She was telling herself to resist him but her body simply refused to respond. She felt her guilt rising as she thought of her hubby, aware he would soon be returning. That thought alone should have been enough. Instead, the very idea merely added to her arousal.
Her eyes still tightly closed, her hands still playing with her breasts, her resolve all but disappeared, she did the only thing she could. She opened her legs.
When Andy felt her body move, when he felt her open her legs, he knew the last of her resistance was gone. He returned his attentions back to her breasts, enjoying the mix of hard nipple and soft top against his lips.
He sucked firmly on each nipple and when he eased back to look, there were two tell tale, darkened circles as evidence of his attention. He immediately thought of her hubby and found himself growing all the more aroused with the idea she would have to change her top before his return or run the risk of trying to explain to him why her breasts looked so wet. As this thought gripped his mind he continued to tease down below, moving his fingers lightly, back and forth over the flimsy gusset of her panties. She was already damp here too but before Mike returned he had every intention of making her wetter still. He was going to make her cum for him, just as he’d done so many times in the past.
He slid his hand in beneath her panties and pressed two of his fingers against her now swollen clit. She gasped out loud as he began rubbing firmly over the engorged bud. He felt her body quiver, then moments later, sag down against the wall, her legs opening wider still. He switched, replacing the two fingers that had been playing with her clit with his thumb, while they in turn expertly teased at the wet entrance to her pussy. Her hands reached for him. Too aroused now to play with herself she grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him close. Her body trembled, her hips jerked in her attempt to capture his fingers. He smiled to himself as his thumb continued its circular movement , his fingers easing apart the lips of her cunt. She pressed her head over his shoulder, her lips close to his ear.
“You bastard Andy! Do it now! Make me cum!” She growled.
He grinned to himself, more than happy to carry out her wishes. He inserted, first one, then a second finger into her pussy. She was wet, remarkably wet and though it came as no surprise it felt good, after so long, she would still get so aroused for him. He withdrew then pushed deeper causing her to mewl out loud and begin rocking her hips in her eagerness to have his fingers fuck her.
He pressed his left hand firmly upon her breast, pushing her away, back against the wall as the fingers on his right hand drove deeply in and out between her legs. His purpose to watch her, just as he had so many times in the past. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face when he made her cum.
He didn’t have long to wait. With her guilt building together with the awareness her hubby would be returning home soon she was even more aroused than he’d thought. She began to rock her hips back and forth, the jerky movements designed to meet with his thrusts. Her eyes closed shut, the expression on her face was one of sheer pleasure.
He quickened his pace, driving deeper and harder, pinning her body back against the wall. She was grunting now, her vocal manner yet another way she would express her pleasure. It was something else he enjoyed about her. Seconds later she was cumming.
He felt her body stiffen, her pussy spasm, then felt her pussy juices flowing down his fingers. She cried out loud, begging for him to stop, her cries of pleasure, her pleas, reverberating around the kitchen. She had reached that stage of maximum sensation, where simply to touch her pussy was like receiving an electric shock, but Andy had no intentions of stopping. He was determined to make her cum a second time. Watching her climax. feeling her body squirming, succumbing to his fingers, he was reminded of another time he had done this to her.
His wife had been away on a course for work. Lin had invited him to join herself and her hubby for a meal at one of the local restaurants. In a public restaurant and with her hubby in tow he’d no expectations anything would happen, yet once in the restaurant, sat alongside Lin at the table it had soon become clear Lin was wanting to enjoy far more than just her meal. Almost as soon as they’d sat down,, as all three of them were browsing through the menu, Lin had begun playing footsie with him under the table.
For the both of them it was yet another new game, something neither had done before. Her hubby’s close proximity merely added to the excitement and Andy was more than happy to respond. Yet even that had not been enough to quench Lin’s desire for sexual exhilaration and shortly after starting on their main course, she had slipped her hand beneath the table and onto his crotch where as discretely as she could, she began stroking his cock over his trousers. The combined mix of thrill and fear was unbelievable as he’d sat there in conversation with her hubby while Lin had continued to tease his ever growing cock. To this day he’d never understood how her hubby had not noticed, yet despite his fears, the excitement had been intense. Yet it was later in the meal the real excitement had begun.
Just after ordering deserts, Andy had left the table to use the washroom. It was located down at the far end of the restaurant, out of sight of their table. A few minutes later as he’d come out Lin had been waiting for him by the door. Without so much as a word, she had taken him by the hand and lead him towards a side exit. He’d followed and aware she had something new in mind his excitement grew. He’d taken just a single quick glance backward to make sure her hubby hadn’t noticed.
Once outside Lin had turned left and not fifteen feet from the door she had leant back against the restaurant wall and had pulled him close. With all that had been going on inside the restaurant, neither had been able to contain their excitement. They had kissed, a full bloodied, passionate embrace. Yet even then, even aware her hubby was so close, together in the knowledge any one of the diners could choose to walk out, Lin still wanted more. She had pulled free of his lips and pressing her mouth close to his ear had demanded he satisfy her. She’d wanted to be fucked, out in the open. Not despite of of the risks, but because of them.
As excited as Andy had been he had not been so sure he’d be able to drop his trousers to do as she’d asked. Instead, he had pushed his hand beneath her skirt and had pinned her against the restaurant wall as he’d finger fucked her to a climax, just as he was doing now.
She had been no less vocal even then. She had cried out her pleasure when she had cum and after a second, long passionate kiss, they had both gone back inside and returned to their table. Even there the excitement had continued with Andy chatting to her hubby in the knowledge, despite their lengthy absence, he’d had not the faintest idea of what had gone on. Now here he was once more, doing the exact same thing. He was enjoying every moment and was determined to remind her of how good it could be and that what they had was far too good to give up.
Lin held on, her hands gripping hard on his shoulders as he pushed his fingers deep. This time he held them there, no longer thrusting, instead vibrating the tips of his fingers inside her pussy, stimulating her g-spot. Lin’s mouth and eyes opened wide in an almost look of terror yet the strangled scream escaping her lips was one of pure, animal pleasure. She held on for dear life, not wanting the feeling to end, her body jerking as her pussy spasmed, her juices exploding over Andy’s fingers and down her thighs.
Moments later, her body still tingling she collapsed against Andy. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp, heavy gasps.
“You bastard Andy!” She almost growled.
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and easing her gently back against the wall, Lin watched as Andy licked his fingers clean of her juices. It excited her to know he still enjoyed her taste.He took his time, cleaning them of every last drop before leaning forward to kiss her long and hard. Tasting her own juices on his lips, she responded more readily. A few moments laster, Andy pulled away.
“You enjoyed that Lindy, didn’t you? It seems to me you’ve been missing it as much as I have, haven’t you?”
“Yes!” She moaned, this time unable to hide her true feelings.
“Good!” He smiled, tracing his fingers along the side of her face. “And now it’s time to finish you off. It’s been far too long since I’ve had you!”
“No Andy! We can’t. Mike will be back soon.”
He lowered his hand and began petting her left breast, his fingers toying with the hardened nipple, still aroused from her recent climax, its shape easily defined beneath her still damp top
“You know that’s no excuse Lindy!” He retorted. “You’ve always loved taking those risks. They excited you then, just as they excite you now. But don’t worry.” He added, reaching forward to scoop her up into his arms. “We’ll play it safe. I’ll take you upstairs and Fuck you in your bedroom. That way you’ll be able to watch for his return. You’ll be able to see him coming up the garden path as you’re bouncing up and down on my cock.”
With Lin held firmly in his arms, Andy turned and began making his way towards the stairs. So far as he was concerned, the conversation was now over. He started to climb the stairs. Halfway up they stopped as Lin pressed her lips over his. She held tightly onto his neck as her tongue prodded and probed inside his mouth. For Andy, it was proof enough, his description of what he was going to do to her was turning her on. Still wrapped up in the embrace, they kept kissing as he continued to make his way up the stairs, to her bedroom.
Her bedroom door was slightly open. Andy used his foot to open it wide. He stepped inside and making his way towards the bed, he sat her down on the edge. He stepped back, wanting to take a moment to admire his prize. Looking down at her, he could detect a look of nervous apprehension, despite this, he knew without doubt, she was ready to do anything he asked. He glanced briefly out of the window. He had no idea how long it might be before Mike’s return but for now there was no sign of him. He leant forward, his arms eitherside of her body and kissed at each breast in turn, enjoying the stiffness of her nipples against the soft texture of her top. By the time he stepped back, he noted her top was wetter still. He smiled at her as he began undoing his trousers, flipping open his belt before dropping them down to his ankles, leaving him stood there in just his shirt and a pair of tented white briefs. He heard Lin groan and knew perfectly well the reason why. He began stroking himself, his hand sliding up and down the cotton fabric.
“Come on Lin. Get yourself ready. It’s time you showed me what it is you want me to do to you.”
Lin sat there, her eyes level with his tented briefs, reminded of how it used to be, having that cock of his fuck her. She had heard his demand and though she knew time was short, she wanted to remind herself, how good it felt. She reached forward and pushing his hand aside, replaced it with her own, her fingers curling around both cotton and cock as she began stroking up and down the fullness of his length. She could feel it twitch and was reminded of how that would feel buried deep inside her pussy.
Gripping a little tighter, she squeezed her fingers up along his length and smiled to herself when she noted the tell tale darkening patch beginning to form on his briefs. Oh how she loved to savour the taste of his pre-cum.
She leant forward and peeling his briefs down, allowed his cock to jerk free. She took a hold of it, loving it’s warmth, its texture in her hand. She drew back his foreskin to reveal his delicious, plum shaped knob, awash with the pre-cum she’d squeezed from his cock. She leant forward and began kissing it, almost at once she flicked out her tongue, running it around its circumference, below its head, eventually tracing her tongue up towards the eye of his knob. to the pre-cum that was steadily oozing out. She adored his taste and before long she had closed her her lips around him and was gently sucking on his knob.
Above her Andy groaned. He loved the way she would perform on his cock, with an expertise he assumed came only with maturity and experience. It was instinct he began to rock gently. He was reminded of the numerous times she had done this for him.
Sometimes she would simply encourage him to use her mouth like he would her pussy. She would quickly bring him to a peak and would keenly swallow every drop of his cum. At other times, she would use her fingers and lips and tongue until he was on the verge of climaxing. Those times she liked to feel used and would insist he shoot over her face, or her breasts or maybe her pussy. It all depended on her mood, but wherever she wanted it was fine by him. Now though, as much as the thought of shooting all over her body appealed, time was short and right then, more than anything else, he wanted to fuck her. He pulled away, his cock slipping from her grip, leaving it bobbing gently up and down just out of reach of her hands.
“You know how much I love you doing that Lin, but there isn’t enough time. So be the naughty girl you are and get yourself ready.” He took a hold of his cock. “Show me what it is you want this to do to you!”
Lin smiled up at him and though again he could still detect an apprehension, he knew it was this which spurred her on. He watched as she climbed onto the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees towards the foot of the bed, where looking out of the window, she wiggled her bum in his direction. She turned her head back, offering him one last smile before taking hold of the wooden foot board. She reached back and flipped the hem of her skirt up high, over her waist to reveal her panty clad bum. She was wearing a thong and its material was held in check between the cleft of her buttocks. She bent forward.
“Come on then Andy! What are you waiting for?”
Andy climbed onto the bed and shuffled his way towards her waiting pussy. Once behind her he pulled the thong aside and taking a hold of his cock and began to tease, rubbing its head up and down her wet pussy lips, paying special attention to her clit. Lin immediately started to moan and began pushing backward, eager for him to push home, to have him bury himself deep.
“Stop teasing Andy!” She cried.
Andy released his grip on his cock and leant forward, his body spooning hers, his cock sliding between her legs so its shaft was rubbing against her clit. He reached beneath her, feeling for her tits where he began petting and mauling them firmly. He pressed his mouth close to her neck.
“Tell me what it is you want Lindy! I want to hear it.” He demanded.
Still holding onto the bed she wriggled herself backward with little success.
“You bastard! You know damn well what I want.” She cried. “I want to be fucked! I want that big, fat cock of yours up my cunt NOW!”
It was just what Andy wanted to hear. He was always amazed at how aroused her dirty talk would get him. He could tease her no more. As much as he wanted to, as much as he enjoyed playing these game, time was passing all too quickly. He new, if he was going to have her before her hubby returned, it would have to be now.
He eased his body away from hers and taking hold of his cock, guided it steadily towards her buttery wet pussy. He felt an initial resistance, but easing forward it was no more than slight,. He immediately felt her pussy give, his entry accompanied by her groan of pleasure as the head of his cock eased inside.
Mewling out loud, eager for more, Lin pushed backward, determined to receive more of his meat. “YES! OH GOD YES!” She cried out. “Go on Andy! Do me! Get it all up me and do me good and hard!” She pleaded as she continued her efforts to push back.
Andy pushed forward a second time and with more of his cock entering her willing cunt he reached beneath her so that once more he could play with her jiggly tits. This time. cupping each in the palms of his hands he began mauling them roughly, experience having taught him, his rough manner was something else she liked. He moved his lips close to the back of her neck, his fingers now plucking at a set of nipples which were trying to escape from beneath the confines of her soft top..
“Feel good does it Lindy? Me being rough with these titties of yours?”
“Oh God yes! Damn good! Milk them you bastard! Play with them like only you can!”
He mauled them some more, pulling on them roughly, plucking at her nipples, causing her to squeal as he tugged her further back onto his cock. She closed her eyes, finding it all too easy to recall how much she had always enjoyed their sessions.
As much as she loved him, her hubby’s approach to sex had always been gentle and affectionate,, where Andy, almost certainly due to the very nature of their affair, was more ‘animal’, with a way of reducing sex to its more basic form. It was this sordid, iniquitous nature infatuated her most and now, once more, here she was, unable to resist those same, carnal desires Andy bought out in her, she was bent over the end of her own marriage bed, being ‘taken’ by him.
“Sure thing Lindy,” he whispered, his words snapping her from her thoughts. “Just remember, keep am eye out for Mike. I want you to let me know the moment you see him walking up that garden path, so I can time it just right. that when he’s halfway up I am ready to empty these balls of mine into this hot little pussy.” he laughed. “Think about it Lindy. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? To be cumming all over my dick when he’s THAT close?”
With his words filling the bedroom an image burned deep into Lin’s mind.
On numerous occasions in the past they had taken risks. They’d never been caught and as wrong as it had been, she’d enjoyed every one. Now, with Andy’s description fresh in her mind, she could see it all, just as he’d described, and more. Her hubby, beginning his passage along the path and even though she realised, Andy too would see him, she knew, despite all of the risk involved, she’d be powerless to do anything other than do as he’d asked and describe his arrival. She’d describe blow by blow, every footstep closer to the house. She’d be more than aware, were her hubby to look up at the window he might be able to see them. This thought alone had her wondering. Would his looking up cause her to stop? Or would she continue to bounce up and down upon Andy’s rigid cock as he mauled at her tits. Her body shook as the excitement of this new thought tool hold. In truth, she had no wish to hurt her hubby, yet it was almost as if a part of her were willing it to happen. She could visualise it all, could see every detail, Andy behind her, her body rocking too and fro against his, her hubby heading up towards the house. She would cry out for Andy to hurry, letting him know he was almost halfway up the path. And then she would see him look up. She wouldn’t of course be sure if he’d be able to see her, the way the suns reflection played on the glass, but if he could, would it be only her he saw, or would he be able to see Andy behind her, his hands clawing at her tits?
“Damn you feel good LIndy!” Andy told her as he gripped even more firmly on her breasts. “What a shame Mike’s not gone for the day. I could go on fucking you for hours.”
His words once again had the effect of snapping her from her thoughts. Still looking out of the window, there was as yet, no sign of her hubby and she too would love nothing more than for her pleasure to continue for hours, yet her thoughts together with Andy’s thick cock working its magic, was already edging her close to a climax.
“Oh God yes!!” She gasped. “But he could be back any moment! and I want those balls of yours emptied. Come on Andy! Fuck me. Fill my pussy with that seed of yours before he gets back!”
She’d guessed Andy too had been thinking about what he’d just described, for her words seemed to have the desired effect, his pace increasing, his hands tugging firmly on her tits, using them like reins to pull her body backward onto his cock.
She heard him grunt as he pulled and thrust hard at the same time, forcing his cock especially deep.
“Ohhhh yessssss! That’s more like it baby!” She cried out loud. “Shove it deeper! Fuck it all the way up me! Make Lindy cum!”
Andy let go of her tits and kneeling upright, took a hold of her hips. Looking over her shoulder, out of the window, he began to rock faster, pulling on her hips, sending his cock ever deeper. He was pounding her pussy now, her cries filling the room and probably beyond, while Andy grunted behind her like a wild animal, Lin gasped out loud as each hard thrust forced the air from her lungs and still there was no sign of her hubby.
Just then, he thrust harder still, causing her mouth to open wide and emit a low, anguished growl. He pushed his fingers into her hair and gripped hard, twisting her head to the side. She cried out with the sharp pain but his mouth pressed over hers, reduced her cries to a whimper. They kissed, their mouths melding together, their tongues prodding and probing as they continued to Fuck, the pace more leisurely. It didn;t matter to Lin the pace had slowed for there was something about kissing and fucking at the same time she loved.
And then he was pushing her away, his lips gone, his pace quickening.
She turned back towards the window, her initial thoughts, her hubby might have returned. She was wrong, the coast was still clear and Lin recognised all at once, Andy was close.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She panted. “That’s it baby! Harder! Deeper! Go on baby! Cum for me! Do it now! Fill me with that lovely hot spunk before he comes back!”
It was more than Andy could take. Her pleas, her cries and the warmth of her pussy gripping hold of his cock finally sent him over the edge. He reached beneath her gripping hard on her tits as he gave one final, deep thrust, burying his cock all the way to his balls, his body slumping over hers. She cried out and he held her there as he felt her pussy erupt, sending its juices cascading, all over his cock.
For some minutes the two of them lay there, Lin’s body over the foot board of the bed, Andy’s over hers, both panting heavily as each tried to regain their composure.
Lin could hear him panting close to her ear and she knew, just as Andy did, without a word having to be said, despite the change of circumstances, the game was now back on. Their thoughts too were similar. For Lin, she was still wondering what she would have done had her hubby come back and looked up at the window. She still had misgivings but the very thought had driven her on, making it all the more exciting.
Andy’s thoughts were no less exciting. He’d imagined looking down, watching her hubby walking up the path as he hung onto her tits while he continued to fuck her from behind. He’d imagined Lin crying out loud, letting him know he was halfway there before seconds later, filling her with his seed.
It didn’t matter. Their affair was back on and both of them knew, at some point, maybe not next week, maybe not the week after but at some point they would get a similar chance.

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THE CRACK OF DAWN

THE CRACK OF DAWN
I’ve wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don’t really know how or where to start. So I’ll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt, the passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I’d never before dreamt of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a scuzzy tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom with the All-American family.
First, a paragraph about me. My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, 5’-5” tall, 120 pounds, nice perky tits that aren’t all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blond hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I’ve been told. I have two kids: Ryan, 22, and his sister Gina, 21. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After Dad left we were a pretty close family unit, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and being so close in age. Gina looks like me, with similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we’ve all drifted apart some in recent years.
I’ve dated a few men off and on, but there was never any magic and they usually didn’t click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated a few younger guys but that got old pretty quick. I am a manager at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested talking with a young person who can’t name the four Beatles.
So as you can see, for a number of years my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I’m about to tell you…how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life…began a few months ago.
—
I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She’s an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting straight up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon like mine, hers is what she calls ‘ebony chaos’. I find it stunning. I’ve known her for years, but we’ve become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum’s vendors so we’ve had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is also divorced and has a son who goes to college on a basketball scholarship.
One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn’t have a man in her life…evidently her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man problem…so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything…it was okay to say anything to her and she’d be right there with me. We’d look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they had on their heads backwards, whatever. We’d laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We’d laugh it up, then say good night and go home.
We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we’d dated, you name it. While I’d tried relationships with younger guys that didn’t work out, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route and just pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we’d see at the pub became more and more graphic.
One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College.
“You know what we ought to do?” she said. “Take that boy home and fuck his lights out.”
I was shocked when I heard her blurt this. It was new ground for us. “What? You can’t be serious,” I said. “He’s probably our sons’ age.”
“That don’t make no difference, girl,” she replied, shocked at my naïveté. “Every young man’s fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!”
I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. “You have to be kidding, that boy?”
“Could be that boy, could be another, whoever. I’m just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?”
Ronni could tell I was embarrassed. She said, “Oh girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just here we are, two hot lookin’ salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out… they probably all wanna fuck us…and we always goin’ home alone. Seems like if it’s there for the takin’, we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?”
I chuckled uneasily and demurred.
She glanced at her watch, it was getting late. “Well, let me tell you. Usually girl’s night is girl’s night, but tonight I’m making an exception. I don’t need a steady man in my life, I had one of those and it didn’t add up to much. But I do like some young cock every now and then and that young man, who probably has one, is making eyes. If you won’t help me out I’ll have to do it on my own.” She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin. Then she said, “I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I’ll have to settle for college boy one-on-one.” Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. “Good night, Dawn,” she said. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. Fifteen seconds later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door.
I hurriedly finished my drink and called the waitress to pay our bill. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up college boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni’s bed. I fucked myself.
—
“I’m sorry,” she said when she finally called the following night. “I’m sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn’t miss much, sista, that boy didn’t know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally I just used his face for a dildo ‘til I came and then sent him on his way. What a dink!”
“You just told him to leave?” I asked.
“No, girl, I just walked out. I didn’t take that boy home, if I did that I’d never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street from the bar. Was hopin’ to get you down there too but that didn’t happen.”
“I’m sorry.” That was all I could think to say.
“You sorry alright, that’s for sure,” she replied. There was a pregnant pause. Then she continued. “Look, I’m sorry too, but sometimes I get horny and need to get off. Last night was one of those nights. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“I wasn’t offended. I guess I was just taken by surprise. I liked your kiss.”
“You did? Oh Thank God, Lord knows I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“You have?” I asked with genuine surprise.
“Girl, what planet are you living on? I’m been comin’ on to you and dreamin’ about sinkin’ my face into the crack of Dawn for I don’t know how long! I know you’re not a prude, so what gives…”
There was another long pause. Then Ronni said, “Listen Dawn, sit tight, I’m coming over. I’m bringing drinks.”
I sat tight.
—
“So you’ve never had sex with a woman?” Ronni asked as she poured our daiquiris from a plastic jug. We had resumed our discussion and were seated side-by-side on the sofa. “But you liked our kiss?”
“No, I never really had sex with a woman, I always had a boyfriend. Fooled around a little, that’s all. But yes, I liked your kiss very much,” I said. “When I got home I masturbated thinking about you and that college boy. But mainly about you.”
Ronni liked that. She went on to tell me that every now and then she’d rent a hotel room and then go out to a bar pick up a young guy, sometimes two, and take them back to the room and take them around the world. Then she’d leave.
“But last night…” she said. “ I planned on it being both of us. I thought if we could share a man maybe we would…” Her voice trailed off. “May I kiss you again?” she asked. Yes!
We kissed, her large mouth taking me in, our tongues plunging, dancing, swirling, our arms clutched, our bodies close. I felt my nipples harden against her, I felt my pussy swell. I felt her hand between my legs.
When our lips parted I said, “I should have been with you last night…”
“Yes!” she said. “I wish you had been there. It would have been fucking awesome.” She started talking dirty. “You ever eat pussy and get fucked at the same time…?”
“Kiss me again,” I said, pulling her face to mine.
We kissed long and deep. It felt good. Our hands roamed a little, I felt her breasts and fine ass but I was still so uptight. Ronni was smoother, and as the kiss went on her hand eased open my pants, her fingers parted my slimy lips and massaged my underused clit. I adjusted my hips, aiding her access, helping it happen. Her fingers delved deep inside me, pulling out an orgasm that had been buried inside me forever and I came with a gush.
I shuddered and shook as I recovered, and Ronni covered me with kisses. She tried like hell to get me naked and into bed but I resisted. What had happened was unexpected and wonderful but I was uneasy… What was next? I’d fucked a number of guys before but this was uncharted waters for me, this was a woman! Ronni was disappointed that she didn’t get me in the sack, but she seemed to understand. She told me just to do what felt right, what felt natural, it would all work out. There’s no instruction book.
We shared a long kiss at my front door and I felt her firm breasts pressing into mine, her hands squeezing my ass. As she was leaving I already knew we would be lovers. I just had to get used to the idea.
About twenty minutes later I was getting ready for bed and the phone rang. It was Ronni and she asked me out on a date, dinner on Tuesday night. I accepted of course.
On Tuesday she picked me up and we had dinner at a nice seafood restaurant, with nice easy conversation about just about everything except what was happening between us, and some nice piano music as a backdrop. After dinner we walked down by the lake and sat on a bench. We held hands and kissed a couple times. When she took me home we kissed goodnight on my front porch. I asked her in but she said no, not tonight, the time wasn’t right. I asked her when the time would be right. She just said not to worry, that when I was finally ready for some black pussy we’d both know it.
Then she asked me out on another date. Friday night, I’ll pick you up at seven. I said fine, what are we going to do?
“It’s a surprise,” she said.
—
“So where are you taking me?” I asked after I’d gotten into the passenger side of Ronni’s sedan and we’d kissed hello.
“Girl, We’re going to a party. A party guaranteed to get our love buttons enlarged.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“It’s a sex party. Anything goes. You can watch or get involved or jerk off, whatever makes you happy. All girls. Well, mostly all girls, anyway.”
“What does that mean? I don’t know about this…”
“Oh come on, Dawn, you gonna love this. Big bunch of women, all ages, watching male dancers gyrate around taking off their clothes and flopping their dicks in our faces.”
I laughed nervously and said, “I swear you are a bad influence on me!”
“Well, God knows I’m tryin’ to be, if you’d just cooperate! Let it go, girl, this will be fun.”
She hauled my ass over there and we went inside. The place was pretty big, a meeting hall of some kind, with some rectangular tables filling up with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. We got a pitcher of drinks at the bar and took them to two seats on the end of one table near the left side up front.
In a few minutes the houselights dimmed, the spots came on and the pulsating music began. Strobe lights flashed. Then out onto the floor came Batman and Robin. In full costume from their masks to their capes to their gloves to their boots. And they were incredible dancers, swerving and curving to the raucous beat. All the girls were hooting and hollering at them, moving with the beat, shouting out all kinds of encouragement and a list of all the things they’d like to do to them. After a few minutes of that they jumped down from the risers on the other side of the room and Batman pulled an embarrassed middle-aged woman out of her seat and walked her up to Robin. Soon this lady was unsnapping some until-then unseen snaps along Robin’s side, and in a heartbeat, off came Robin’s shirt. A hundred women screamed. Then Batman danced over our way and when he was about ten feet away he pulled a young ebony hottie up by the hand and she helped him out of his shirt and now we had two topless superheroes dancing at opposite ends and all the women were getting louder and hornier.
“All right,” Ronni shouted, “Batman likes the sistas! That is one twerky motherfucker!”
Soon, across the way Robin’s tights were coming off with help from a chunky blonde and soon he was dancing only in a mask, a cape, and his boots. Oh, and a skimpy, stringy, black and white striped thong that barely contained what looked to be a rather large slab of meat.
But I soon lost all interest in Robin because now Batman was just four seats away and his tights were being peeled away by a young Asian girl. Once the tights were off, Batman was reduced to a mask, cape, boots, gloves and…his little black and white-striped thong. And dangling on a string from the front of the thong was a whistle! Stripped down, Batman was dressed as a referee! Well, that Asian girl burst out laughing but in about a second and a half she was on her knees in front of Batman and was blowing his whistle. Soon there was whistling coming from over in Robin-land too. Batman eased closer to our table and soon another gal was blowing, then a third, a fourth and so on. Batman was kissing one girl, another one was blowing his whistle and a third one was running her fingers all over his bare ass. And Batman kept moving to the beat with sexy agility.
My eyes were on his little referee suit, because it was obvious Batman was very well-endowed, and his meaty mass was growing inside that little pouch. And of course before long some chick was brave enough to yank it off and out popped his massive member. It was only half erect but still it was huge. As we watched, he moved toward us while receiving various kisses and licks, and soon his cock was long, thick and hard. I’d say Batman was about five-eleven or maybe six feet tall, but he was thin and that rod looked like a horse dick on his lean frame. He paused before an embarrassed-looking woman on the other side of Ronni. The woman touched the purple monster tentatively, then gave it a dainty kiss and backed away. A woman behind her handed her a twelve inch plastic ruler. She measured him and held the ruler up for all to see, her finger marking it somewhere between nine and ten inches, and the girls cheered and applauded. Then Batman was standing right in front of Ronni.
He was shaved clean, and above his cock, slightly to the right was a tattoo of a woman’s lips. Ronni reached over and touched him there and rubbed gently. It was real. As the music pumped and the crowd watched and waited, Ronni looked up at Batman standing before her and held up one finger, asking us all to wait a second. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a lipstick, opened it and slathered it on her plump lips. Ruby red. Then she handed it to me.
Then Ronni took his cock in her hands and looked up at Batman’s face. He gave her a little nod. Then she pressed her face to his groin and kissed him. She did this three more times, on his thighs and scrotum, each impression of her lips a shade lighter than the last. Then she grabbed the lipstick from me, reapplied it to her lips, and handed it back to me. She looked at me, pointed at the lipstick in my hand and then touched my lips and winked. Then she started licking that long dick up and down the shaft. Then she took it into her mouth.
I watched with amazement as she sucked him. Amazed at how she could take something that large into her mouth. And I tensed up. I might be next!
Inch by inch that cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Girls were screaming encouragement over the loud music. Ronni’s hands were on Batman’s ass and Batman’s gloved hands were behind her head. Only two inches to go.
Batman’s hips swayed gently as he swung his groin into her. Then suddenly he put a little extra into it and pulled her head toward him and there she was, her lips resting on his skin, his whole cock inside her mouth and throat. They grinded into one another for a moment or two, and then gradually he pulled his train out of the tunnel and everyone around was screaming and broke into applause when they saw that monster re-emerge from her mouth. There was a bright red ring around the base of his cock.
Ronni looked at me and smiled. I must have had eyes the size of saucers because I felt like I was in a daze after what I’d just witnessed. That was the biggest turn-on I’d ever seen and my panties had just been filled with a river of juice and my jeans were soppy wet. I just wanted to take her home so she could put her sexy mouth on me.
“Your turn, girl!” she said. She took the lipstick from my hand and applied it to my lips. “You gonna suck Batman!”
Batman sidled over in front of me, his cock in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. When he did I pulled his ass to my face and ground a hard kiss into his left butt cheek. Then I kissed him again on the right. He had two red souvenirs from Dawn. The girls hooted and loved it.
Then that big cock was right in front of my face. He moved closer, I took it in my left hand and kissed it, licked it. Then I put my mouth around the head, took in an inch or two. I wasn’t going to try and do what Ronni had done, I’d probably choke and die if I tried that. Ronni had one hand between my legs and the other massaging my back. I reached down and squeezed her hand as I felt Batman’s gloved hands behind my head, pulling me closer, and I felt another couple inches of his cock slip into my mouth.
I reached for him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, my fingertips in his crack. We developed a rhythm together, his mid-section swinging back and forth, his cock swinging in and out of my mouth , going in pretty far, maybe six or seven inches, then back out, and again, over and over, me giving him head as best as I knew how. I was thinking it must be a let-down to him after Ronni, but he seemed to be into it.
Inadvertently my middle finger slipped into his asshole, and with the cadence of our movements, with each thrust it slipped a little further in. Then the thrusts became harder, and my finger went deeper. I became aware of the crowd clapping and chanting to our rhythm, GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO, so I became bolder and sunk my whole finger into his ass and let it dance. Then I realized, oh shit, I’m not sucking Batman’s dick, I’m not giving Batman a blow job, I’m not giving Batman head! No, it’s some kid with a big dick and a Batman suit and he’s fucking me in the mouth! And I’m finger-fucking him in the ass!
I rammed my finger into him harder and squeezed his ass and I felt his hands tighten behind my head and I could feel his hot swelling in my mouth and knew he was ready to come.
And come he did. With a groan we all could hear above the music he released his load into my mouth, six, seven, eight spasms…
Ronni put her mouth to my ear and said, “Don’t swallow all of it, Baby, save some for me!”
I loved her for saying that. Just as I was starting to feel like a totally used and abused slut, she made me feel good about it. I couldn’t wait to get her home and tear her clothes off with my teeth!
When the kid was done shooting his Bat-wad into me and had removed his Bat-rod from my mouth, I took my finger out of his Bat-hole. I looked at Ronnie and parted my lips slightly so she could see my mouthful of Bat-cum. Girls cheered. Ronni smiled and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues glided in the slippery nectar, and then she sucked some of it into her mouth. When we both swallowed another loud cheer erupted.
Then unexpectedly Batman leaned down to me and french-kissed me, thumbing my hard left nipple in the process. Then he did the same with Ronni, and before he left he said something into her ear. Then he started dancing over to another table.
I realized Ronni and I were holding hands. “Can we get out of here?” I said. “I need to get home and fuck my new girlfriend.” I had cum in my pants, cum in my mouth and cum in my stomach. Now I wanted to find out what it felt like to have Ronni come in my face.
“Girl, you’re a damn mind reader!”
We visited the ladies room before leaving and I asked Ronni what Batman had said to her at the end.
“He told us to bring a condom next time!” she said.
As we were leaving we glanced over at the ongoing action. Robin was sitting on a table facing a gray-haired woman seated in front of him and she seemed very busy, her head moving up and down mechanically, sucking him. Looked like she was bobbing for apples. Seated next to him on the table was a well-shaped redhead. She had one hand on Grandma’s head and the other around Robin’s back. She wore a zipper dress that was unzipped almost all the way down. She wore nothing underneath. Robin was sucking her right tit. I could see her strawberry patch pubes from where we stood.
“Ooh, look at Batman now!” Ronni said. “Condoms. We gotta bring condoms.”
Batman’s bare ass was swinging pretty good, back and forth, as he slung his pole into the pussy of a busty brunette. The girl next to her alternated between sucking her nipples and sucking his.
“God I want you!” I said to her.
She kissed my lips. “Been wanting you forever, girl,” she said. “Tonight’s the night. I just sucked Batman, now I’m going home and eat Wonder Woman!”
—
That night I made love to a woman for the first time. We were barely inside my front door and that ebony fox attacked me, and devouring me. Our tops were off by the time we reached my bedroom. Ronni started unhooking my jeans.
“Girl, you look hot as hell in these pants, but it’s about time they came off.” I sat on the bed as she began yanking them off of me. “I see people staring at your crotch, men and women both, looking at the crack of Dawn, pussy lips pushing at the fabric, trying to get out, ass crack plain to see. I am so ready to tear you up!”
She tossed my pants on the floor and stood right before me and looked in my eyes. Her hair and her eyes looked wild. She was naked above the waste, her ample, firm breasts in front of my face, her nipples hard. There were beads of sweat above her upper lip.
I reached for her pants and unsnapped them. I pulled the zipper down and eased her pants to the floor. Her red thong was soaked. I pressed my nose to her sex and smelled her funk through the saturated cloth. I kissed her thong then lowered it and she stepped out of her pants.
She moved a little closer, her dark, heavenly body standing before me, her shaved chocolate sundae inches from my face. Her black hole beckoned. Our time had come.
Ronni dropped her hand to her inviting snatch and said, “Baby, I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.”
I scooted a little closer and kissed her right below her navel. She let out a little moan. I trailed kisses from her stomach to her thighs, circling ever closer to her glistening gash.
“I looked up to her and said, “I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
“Don’t worry, lover,” she said. “It’s all good.”
I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips, tasted her seasoned tang. She tasted good. I did this a number of times, then buried my nose inside of her and pushed. She whimpered and her torso shook. Then my lips moved to her clit and surrounded it.
She groaned. “Ooh yes, baby, you know what to do,” she said. I felt her hand behind my head pulling me close, felt her groin start a gentle sway. I stuck my hand in my pussy, which as wet as Ronni’s, and raised my finger to her buttonhole and pushed. It slid right in all the way.
She reached one hand behind her and placed it over mine to help me ream her, guiding me, gently and deeply. She pulled my head to her crotch and pressed her crotch to my face. Soon her twat, my face and my finger found a perfect syncopation, and our rhythm quickened.
“My god, girl you are a natural,” she said. “I Love looking down and seeing your sweet vanilla face eating my chocolate fudge!”
Our speed increased, and I was quivering as I kneaded her tool and fingered her and licked her and I was close to coming but I kept at it.
“Oh shit girl, I’m gonna come girl,” Ronni moaned. “I’m gonna come big. Then I’m gonna have you girl, suck you dry, baby. I wanna fuck your ass with my tongue!”
That did it. I came like I never had in my life. It shot out of me like a geyser, splashing over Ronni’s legs and dripping to the floor.
“Holy shit girl, was that you? Damn, you’re like a fucking fire hose, what you doing, trying to put me out? Vanilla Fudge baby, we are ughhhhhh……”
She came in waves, her cum splashing my face, filling my mouth, seeping out of my mouth and nose. She didn’t loosen her grip on my head or hand until she was well out of her throes, so only then did I remove my body parts from hers. We collapsed into each other’s arms on my bed and kissed long kisses for a long time.
But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called ‘Vanilla Fudge’. Well, what happened next I would have to call ‘Chocolate Shake’! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like trying to fuck an electric slinky.
She licked me, she sucked me, she fucked me, she kissed me, she chewed me, she screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, was left un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on the other side of me and always finding another piece of me to arouse. And yes, she did fuck my ass with her tongue, and I’m happy to say I returned the favor…twice.
What a night. Starting off with sucking Batman, and wrapping it up with a wild ride on a black snake. Well, I shouldn’t say night…we didn’t get out of bed until noon the following day, and when we did it was just to eat something and bathe. But we started up again in the bath. Ronni decided she wanted to see me with a hairless pussy, so she shaved me, and after she did, of course she had to try it out. So she did, and of course I came, and then she wanted to sit on my face, and one thing led to another, back in bed and she didn’t leave until early Monday morning, just in time to rush home and get ready for work.
—
For the next few weeks we spent a lot of our spare time in the bedroom, and stayed together on the weekends. But Ronni still wanted to fuck men too, and I agreed. So Friday nights became boy toy night. We’d get a hotel room and then go to a bar and pick up a young buck or two. It was so easy. We’d find one we both liked and we’d invite him back to the room, fuck him silly, then we’d clean up and fuck each other the rest of the night. And somehow, the sex with Ronni always seemed wilder and more intense on the nights after we’d shared some cock.
Then Ronni called me on the phone at work one Wednesday morning and told me she had good news. I asked her what it was. She hesitated, said she wasn’t sure she should tell me or I might wet my pants in the front.
“Well, darling, don’t make any plans for this Saturday night. You and me got a date.”
“What?” I asked. “What are we going to be doing?”
“What are we going to be doing?” she asked. “We are going to be fucking Batman, that’s what we are going to be doing.”
She went on to tell me that she had learned where the party was being held and had arranged a reservation for two.
“And, I’m going to pick up a pack of rubbers on the way home!” she added.
—
We planned our wardrobe carefully for Saturday night. I wore a sexy red chemise that I knew I looked hot in. Ronni wore a skirt with a sleeveless, cream-colored t-shirt with BACK DOOR GIRL written on it. We wore panties but we both hoped they’d be coming off.
“Dawn, you look good enough to eat,” Ronni said. “I might have to fuck you myself before we ever get to see Batman!”
“Oh, no you won’t!” I said. I looked in the mirror. I have to admit that I did look ready to fuck, and I wondered out loud about how I’d turned into such a slut.
“You’re my slut, girl,” Ronni said, and she kissed me. Then we put on our lipstick and were on our way.
—
When we arrived at the party we saw it was a different, more intimate setting than the previous party. There were different type of chairs and tables scattered about, and comfortable furniture, a bar with seven or eight stools on the right side. There was a small stage set up near an exit door so we got some drinks and sat down on a sofa to wait for the show to begin.
“I guess they’ll be coming in through that door over there,” Ronni said, pointing behind the stage. “Probably out there double-parking the Batmobile as we speak.”
After a while the show started. With music blasting and lights flashing the dynamic duo danced into view. They went through their rituals of undress to the delight of all the ladies. Then they were down to just their masks, capes, gloves, boots and yes, their thongs, and the whistles started blowing. Soon enough their bat-poles had popped out of those thongs and into girls’ mouths. Batman had already had his fat, hard penis between three sets of lips by the time he worked way over to us. Ronni had no trouble getting his attention right away.
“Look what we got, Batman!” she screamed, holding up a condom.
He recognized us, and came over and stood right in front of us with his erect monster in front of our faces. Ronni wrapped her big mouth around that cock as she ripped open the condom package. I saw the tattooed lips next to his cock and I leaned in and kissed him twice on his groin, leaving my bright red lip marks on him.
Then, I don’t know what happened, but I became bold. As Ronni was putting the sheath around Batman’s swelled manhood, I pulled up my dress, whipped off my panties and handed them to him. There it was for him, my wet, shaved cunt, his for the taking if he wanted it. He put my panties on around his neck.
And he took me. He pulled me up by my arms and sat me on the wide arm of the sofa and I leaned back. The angle was right and he lifted me slightly and moved my dress up above my ass in back. He was in position so I grabbed his cock and guided it into me.
“You go, girl!” Ronni screamed. “Fuck her good, Batman! Fuck that pussy. Then you can fuck this sista up the ass!”
Batman was one hard fucker. I thought he was going to ram me through the back of the couch. He slammed me over and over and we were both grunting with every thrust. I came with a rush, and he kept poking me until my spasms had been reduced to sweaty quivers. Then he surprised me. He put his lips to mine and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth.
He slipped his tool out of me and Ronni didn’t miss a beat.
“Here it is, Batman, “she yelled, unzipping her skirt. “Nice piece of black booty for ya, already lubed up and ready!”
So Batman assfucked Ronni and girls were screaming like it was Beatlemania all over again. As big as that cock was, no one could believe her asshole could take it all in. But she did, and there he was, fucking my girlfriend in the ass with my panties around his neck. Little by little that nightstick disappeared into her, and after a few minutes of him fucking and her screaming various filthy obscenities his dick finally re-emerged with a load of his cum dangling from his cockhead inside the condom.
When we got home later that night our lovemaking was ferocious and dirty and funky and nasty and terrific. In the morning the bedroom smelled like pussy and the bed was soaked.
—
The next weekend Ronni and I were out at a pub shopping for boy-toys but we had to cancel those plans when we ran into my daughter. I hadn’t seen Gina for a while, and of course she’d never met Ronni, so she joined us for drinks. We talked and caught up on things, although I didn’t elaborate on the nature of my relationship with Ronni…I’d save that for another time. She talked about her studies, her activities, and the normal fare. I asked her if she’d talked to her brother lately and she said no, not really. Neither had I, I said, but that’s nothing new of course. Typical Ryan, always did do his own thing. When we parted I told Gina to call or stop over when she had time, maybe have dinner.
After Gina had left, Ronni said, “Damn, Dawn, your daughter is hot! Almost as hot as her mama! Does she do girls?”
I told her to behave herself.
—
The next afternoon I received a call from Ryan, the first one in a while. He asked how I was doing, what I’d been doing, and so on, and I did the same. Then he said he needed to get a couple of things that he had stored in the basement, and could he come over and pick them up. I told him sure, anytime. He said thanks, and he’d be over in a couple of hours. I told him that would be fine, I’d be here.
When he arrived we hugged and kissed hello and I asked him if he’d like something to drink. He said okay, so I fetched us a couple of iced teas from the kitchen. I sat on one end of the sofa and he sat in a rocker to my left. We made some small talk, he told me about school, exams, and how ready he was to get out. In a few weeks he’d finally be an architect and not just studying to be one. Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bomb on me and I swear the floor shook underfoot.
“So, Mom, how’s your girlfriend?” he asked.
It’s amazing how four simple words can make your stomach feel like it has ten pounds of cement in it.
“What do you mean?” was all I could stammer.
“Your girlfriend. The foxy black babe. How is she?”
The silence was deafening. I was at a complete loss for words.
“You have good choice in women, Mom, I’ll tell you that. How long has…”
“It just happened,” I interrupted. After a long pause, I repeated, “It just happened.”
I looked up at him, his eyes burning into mine. “Of course I would have told you and Gina. It’s all still pretty new to me.”
“Well, I’m cool with it, Mom, if it makes you happy. You deserve to be happy.”
“Really, Ryan? Oh thank you. We’re not lesbians, we both like men. We’ve known each other for years, and I don’t know, she was coming on to me and I was too dumb to even know it. And then, gradually, somehow…” My voice trailed off.
I asked him, “How did you find out?”
After another awkward pause he said, “There’s something of yours I’ve been holding onto that I need to return.” Then he reached into his pocket and the second bomb was dropped.
He placed my panties on the table between us. The same panties that I’d last seen hanging around Batman’s neck.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh my god!” I cried, “You are…you must think I’m…” I then burst into tears, sobbing. “I’m so sorry….you must think I’m some kind of whore…”
I was shaking all over as the tears flowed out of me. Ryan was quickly beside me with his arms around me, trying to console me. He kissed my cheeks and forehead and hugged me, calming me.
“Mom, mom, it’s okay, stop crying. It’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But I’m your mother, and now you must think I’m some kind of…”
“Shhhh, Shhhh,” Ryan said. “I’m serious, calm down. I was afraid you’d think I was some kind of male whore for doing what I was doing. The Batman thing is something I got into last year on a whim and kept with it because the money is just so damn good. Not to mention the fringe benefits. But seeing you at those shows were a couple of the most exciting moments of my life!”
I looked in his eyes. “I mean it,” he said. “Look, my whole life growing up, I was the kid with the hot mom. All my friends would come to the house just hoping to stare at your tits and ass, they all had wet dreams about you. Shit, even I did.”
“You?”
He smiled. “Oh yes,” he said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like. And when I saw you at the parties, I knew it was you and I could you didn’t know it was me. And it turned me on. When you covered me in lipstick kisses I didn’t want to wash them off. And your mouth, the way it felt… I couldn’t hold back, my legs almost buckled from the pleasure.”
“Ryan, please…”
“I’m not trying to embarrass you, Mom. You are a beautiful woman, and I wanted you as that woman. The second time when I saw you in that red fuck-me dress and you took your panties off I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and wow, my hot mom is not only doing a black girl, she shaves her pussy too! I almost came right then, and I knew you wanted me and I wanted you.”
He put his lips to mine and wiggled his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away.
“Ryan no, we can’t…”
“We already have! Mom, we can’t undo what’s already been done. We’re consenting adults here. It doesn’t make any difference if it’s once, twice, or fifty times.”
“Ryan, it’s incest. It’s not healthy…”
“Come on, Mom, get real. It’s not like I’m twelve years old and you’re damaging me for life. I don’t want us to make babies. I just want … I just want you.”
He kissed me again. I stiffened at first but then relented, and parted my lips to receive him. I recognized the kiss, I’d felt this kiss before, only now he didn’t wear a mask. It was a long kiss, a kiss between a man and a woman, not a mother and son. I thought to myself: I must be insane, I was going to let this happen.
I felt his hand move to my hard-nippled breast and it felt good, I didn’t try to stop him. My hand found its way to his hardened cock.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.
He took me to the bedroom. He was already shirtless and we rushed to disrobe the rest of the way. He kissed me again hard and then took a lipstick from the dresser and started smearing it on my lips. I finished the application. I knew what he wanted.
“Kiss me all over,” he said.
I finished the application and gave him what he wanted. I left a trail of sherry red lip prints from his neck to his nipples and southward to the tattoo near his handsome crotch. I licked the length of his cock and kissed his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in. He moaned with pleasure.
Then he threw me on the bed and had his way. I learned the difference between fucking someone and someone really FUCKING ME. He fucked like a god. He was the farmer and I was his field. He dug me, he raked me, he plowed me, he planted me and he seeded me.
I sucked that beautiful cock. I couldn’t get all of him in my mouth but I got most. I sat on his face and he ate my hot tamale until I came. We fucked twice, and in between his mouth went crazy on my tits. He was rimming my ass when my cell phone rang. It was Gina but I didn’t pick up. She could leave a message while her brother’s sperm swam inside me.
I was lying on my back with a couple of pillows under my butt with Ryan’s head between my legs and as I was checking the phone his tongue plunged into my ass. I squealed and squeezed his tongue with my sphincter. As I checked my message his tongue stabbed me, reaching for the depths of my ass.
Ryan came up for air and said, “I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass.” He jumped up and went to the bathroom.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I said. “That big fat thing will never fit in my skinny tight ass!”
“We’ll make it fit,” he said, returning with oil.
I checked my message while Ryan lubed his cock as well as its destination.
“That was Gina,” I said. “She’s coming over in about an hour. So hurry up lover boy!”
I don’t know how long it took, but we pushed and pushed. I massaged by clit into a frenzy and he had maybe half of his dick inside me when I came. He kept driving, a little at a time, and a few minutes later he let out a crocodile groan and I felt his hot load discharge, stream after stream. His tremors lessened to quivers and he was kissing my neck when we heard a loud knocking and the front door opened and Gina yelled, “Hello! Anybody home?”
Ryan was in me deep and nearly broke his dick off pulling out of me. “Oh shit!” I said, scrambling for my clothes.
“Coming, honey!” I called. “Be right there!”
I threw on a t-shirt and pulled on my pants. Ryan’s cum was dripping down my leg.
“Who’s shirt is this?” Gina called.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan whispered. He had taken his shirt off and dropped it on the way. We heard her rummaging around and then her footsteps barreling down the hall. He scrambled to get into his pants but it was too late.
We had left the bedroom door open and Gina was now standing there.
“Oh my god! Oh Jesus, don’t tell me!” she cried, her hands on her face. To Ryan she yelled, “You’re fucking Mom? You fucking bastard!” And to me, louder: “And you’re fucking my brother?”
There was no point in trying to lie, we were busted. “Honey…”
“Don’t ‘honey’ me, goddam it!” she yelled. “You tell me to come by and see you and this is what I find? You’re standing there with nipples the size of walnuts jabbing through your shirt and your hair looks like a tractor ran over it. And you! Pulling up your pants trying to hide your ten inch boner? Look at you: it looks like some ten dollar hooker walked across your body standing on her lips! This is fucking disgusting! What’s the matter with you, Batman, getting blowjobs from forty girls a night isn’t good enough for you so you turn your mother into your whore?” She sat on the bed and started crying.
Ryan walked over and sat beside her. He put his arm around her and said he was sorry.
“So, are you and Mom going to get married, start a family?” she babbled, sobbing.
“Gina, please… We’re sorry.” There was another pause as she sniffled.
“This room smells like an elephant’s whore house,” she said.
That cracked the ice a little. We started chuckling, and then Gina did too.
Ryan and I started to explain. How I had happened to go to a Batman show and had “participated”. And how with all the excitement and noise and flashing strobe lights I hadn’t recognized him.
“She came with her girlfriend,” Ryan said.
“Girlfriend?” she replied with disbelief.
“Yeah. Foxy black chick.”
“Ronni? You’re fucking Ronni too? Damn, you’ve been busy.” Then she asked, “So, what about today?”
“My fault,” Ryan said. “Won’t happen again. Mom was so upset and felt so bad when she found out I was Batman that I tried to console her. I hugged her…kissed her…one thing led to another. I’m sorry.”
She wiped her eyes and blew her nose into a tissue. “Was she good?”
“Gina, please…” Ryan said.
“Is she better than me?” I thought she was going to start crying again, but she didn’t. She looked at Ryan and said softly, “I miss you.”
They hugged each other and Ryan said he missed her too. They kissed. Then Gina looked at the confused expression on my face.
“Whose lips do you think are tattooed down there?” she asked me, touching Ryan at the exact spot.
A third bomb had just been dropped.
They told me their story. They had begun having sex with each other when they were in high school. They’d always been close but bonded even more after the divorce. It started slowly when one of her friends said she liked Ryan and was going to fuck him. The next week it happened and Gina secretly watched, and was amazed and jealous. Jealous of her friend and amazed at his cock. She started flirting with him. When he turned sixteen she gave him a blowjob as a birthday present. Three days later he went for his driver’s test and she promised him another one if he passed. He passed his test and she blew him in the basement while I was in the kitchen fixing dinner. She said the meatloaf tasted like Ryan’s cum that night. But the third time is what kicked it into high gear.
She gave him a coupon. This part was inspired by me she said, as I was a coupon clipper. She wrote it by hand and gave it to him. It was written on notebook paper and read:
FREE MASSAGE. This coupon entitles Ryan to a free full body massage from Gina. NSA.
When Ryan received it he laughed and put it in his pocket, but a couple days later he redeemed it. She told him to strip naked and lay face down on her bed. Gina oiled him and rubbed him up and down from head to toe, first his back, then his front, and it culminated with her going down on him until he came. Then she kissed him on the lips for the first time. After that Ryan took a paper out of the pocket of his jeans that were hanging on a chair and handed it to Gina. It was a coupon for a free massage from him. She redeemed it on the spot. She stripped and for the first time they were naked together. He ran his hands over her body, top to bottom and back to front and then he ate her pussy until she came. When Gina couldn’t stand it anymore she pulled his head to hers and they kissed deep and hard. Then she asked him to fuck her. So they fucked and became lovers.
They had sex often throughout high school, usually five or six days a week, even when they were dating others. According to them, they did it all, all the time, often right under my nose, and a few times were almost caught. When Ryan went to college she visited him a couple of weekends his first semester…I remembered this…and slept with him. When he came home for the Christmas holidays they fucked every single day, often multiple times. This went on after Gina went away to college until about a year ago when Ryan started the dancing and they became estranged. She couldn’t accept that. She was in love with him.
By the end of their story they were holding hands. Ryan said he was planning to quit the dancing soon anyway because he was graduating. He’d miss the money, but he’d missed Gina more.
We ordered a pizza and afterwards I asked them if they would like a drink or something. Gina said, “Mom, if you don’t mind, I think I really just want to go to bed.” They retired to the spare bedroom.
I took a shower and changed the sheets on my bed, then called Ronni. I didn’t tell her any of this, just said the kids were over and it had been a long day. The bed in the other bedroom was a squeaker, the headboard was a banger, and Gina was not quiet in the sack. I finally fell asleep listening to my son and daughter fucking up a storm on the other side of the wall.
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In the morning I whipped up a big breakfast of eggs, pancakes and sausage and then went to their bedroom door. I heard lips and skin slapping and quiet groans. I knocked on the door and told them breakfast was on table. They found their way to the kitchen, both with wet, disheveled hair, and devoured the food. Then they told me they were leaving. Together.
They were in love. Their plan was to move away together to somewhere no one knew them. He graduated a few weeks later and they stopped over before they left town to say goodbye. Ryan’s truck was loaded and Gina was going to leave her car in my garage until they were settled and could arrange to come get it.
“Well, Mom,” Gina said, “Thank you for everything. Sorry for what we put you through, and sorry if I called you some nasty names…”
“Honey,” I said, “That’s all behind us. Let’s just say you have good taste in men and leave it at that.” I winked at Ryan.
“Well, I think we both do,” she said. She looked at Ryan. “Let’s show her, Baby.” She went to Ryan and began unfastening his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We want to show you something.”
She pulled Ryan’s pants down to his knees. Underneath he wore a skimpy black thong chock full of his talented custard launcher. I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had seen it flaccid. Then Gina moved his meat aside and pointed to a second tattoo right next to the original.
“It’s your lips!” Gina said. “I took a picture of him with your lip prints all over him and we had a tattoo made. Cool, huh?”
“It was her idea,” Ryan said.
“Is it real?” I asked.
“Of course it’s real. Go ahead, you can touch it. It doesn’t come off.”
I touched it, rubbed it a little. It was real. Ryan pulled up his pants.
Gina continued, “And I told him, if he ever decides he wants to fuck another woman the only one he can fuck is you! But only if I can watch.” Then she took out a lipstick and rubbed it over her lips.
She stepped toward me and kissed me on the cheek, grinding her lips into my skin. Then she kissed me with her open mouth, her tongue slipping into mine. I have to admit I felt a slight tingle between my legs.
Then we said our goodbyes and as they were leaving she said that I should come visit them for the Christmas holidays. I said maybe, and to let me know when they found a place.
After they left I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at Gina’s lips on my cheek. I decided to leave it on there for a while.
I fixed a drink and sat on the patio and waited for Ronni to come over. I thought about what Gina had said, about watching us, and about visiting them for Christmas. She hadn’t mentioned the sleeping arrangements. But the way she kissed me, could it be wants to watch us, or maybe she wants a three-way under the tree?
But then, Ronni had mentioned her son Darrell would be coming home for a week or so at Christmas. Maybe it would be fun to experiment with a young black man. He’s only nineteen but he plays college basketball, he must be pretty good putting it in the hole.
Ronni arrived and exclaimed, “Who’s been kissin’ you besides me, girl? You cheatin’ on me?”
I’d forgotten about the lips. I laughed and told her it was my daughter.
“Your daughter? You kiddin’ me? Where else did she kiss you?”
I told her to fix a drink I had a story for her. I didn’t plan on it, but I told her everything. When I was finished I asked her what she thought.
“Well, girl, there’re two things I think. Number one, I think you ought to write this story down. It’s too fucking out there to ever get published, but you ought to at least send it in to one of those sex story websites. A lotta folks will get off of that one!”
“What’s number two?”
“Number two, I think you and me need to grab ourselves a couple lipsticks and get our naked asses into bed.”
We put on our lipstick and kissed each other all over our bodies, put in on again, kissed, again… Our bodies were literally covered with lips. We took a few pictures just for fun. We looked like vanilla fudge with hundreds of cherries on top. By then we were aching for it and the anaconda came to life and I rode the black snake.
Ronni treated me to a Chocolate Shake.
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Teresa Chapter 3

Teresa
Chapter 3
I slept like the dead waking well after Mum had gone to work. I was so relieved I didn’t have to face her. Being the school holidays I had the place to myself. The phone rang. Teresa was phoning me not mum.
“How are you Ian?”
“Well Teresa?”
“Well?” I knew what she was about and felt just a little shy.
“Ian come round and see me I have something for you.”
I hesitated but my groin was already reacting to Teresa. “Give me half an hour Teresa.”
I rushed breakfast and cycled round to her house.
She was still in her dressing gown that had deep cleavage on show I am sure, for my benefit. Shutting the door she immediately hugged me to her chest pressing her breasts hard against me. “Come and tell me everything Ian I want to know how it’s going with your Mum. She came back from the kitchen armed with a soda water and sat me opposite her with her gown exposed showing me bare thighs halfway up toward her cunt but I couldn’t see that far.
“Ian I can see you have fully recovered from your night time fun. I like what I see.” She stroked my hardon over my trousers just to confirm my interest, I thought.
I relayed to her all that had happened the previous evening to her. She was totally engrossed by my story and took hold of me as I got into it, stroking me slowly so I wouldn’t go over the top. “Oh I remember, wait a minute Ian.”
She returned with a plastic tube of lubricant, opened the top and poured some over my prick, smoothing it all over.
“Teresa that’s wonderful.”
“Ian it’s for you. You are going to need it I assure you.”
She was particularly taken by my cuming over Mum’s T-shirt, but surprised by her reaction and rushing off like that. I finished by telling her about my bedroom door that must have been heard by Mum.
“Ian she is probably feeling very guilty and ashamed about what’s happened. So give her time to come round. I’m sure she will. Meanwhile if you need this anytime, just give me a call and I’ll happily fit you in. Do you wish to cum now Ian?”
“Oh yes Teresa please.”
“I want to keep my secret promise to your Mum Ian to let her have you first.”
Sighing ever so slightly, “I suppose so Teresa”
She did however get down on her knees and increased the pressure of her hand round my prick. The effect of the lubricant was fantastic to my young hardon. She was able to go much faster as it stood near her smiling face. “Cum for me Ian, cum, cum!
That did it. She did, however, open her mouth and tongued me as I shot my first spurt into her mouth. Then I shot right over her eyes and nose and open mouth as she wanked the remaining spunk from me. I collapsed in coming down from my cum and thanked her profusely for her willingness to do me in my heightened state. I saw a small drop at the top of her breast. She noticed and took her finger to it and her mouth and swallowed it just like the rest she had wiped from her face that wasn’t already in her mouth.
She cuddled me for awhile until I recovered and I knew then she was preparing to pack me off. Before I left I remarked how wonderful it was to have her tongue on the edge of me as I made my first spurt.
“Well you should also first experience your Mother’s mouth I think. Remember Ian, tread carefully she will be feeling very fragile. I did not entirely understand but went along with her idea, at least in my head.
Returning to an empty home, I got some food and went to bed, but not before going to my latest hunting ground, the laundry basket but was thwarted as Mum had done a wash, so there were no delights.
Mum came home looking a bit subdued but said nothing of our encounter the previous evening.
We ate and spent the evening watching TV in separate places with no interesting sights for me to discretely get a hard on. I gave her kiss on her cheek and said I was going to bed. Going into my bedroom I left the door slightly ajar in the hope she would come and see me. Doldrums as I heard her do the same. I fell asleep.
About midnight I woke. There was no sound, but there was a light on outside my door. Getting up quietly I opened my door a little to see the light was coming from Mum’s bedroom. I just wondered. Creeping out I was able to view her through the crack in her door.
Sitting up in bed she was reading. Covered by a very light nightie Mum had one hand under the high hem between her legs. She was reading, ‘A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need,’ the book I had started to devour that Teresa had leant her. She was about halfway through it.
Things were looking up, including my prick through my pyjama bottoms. Taking care to be quiet had paid off.
Watching her wanking over the book was beautiful and very horny. I decided I mustn’t cum as I couldn’t ensure complete silence. So I just watched.
She lifted her free hand out of her crotch and slipped across her breasts giving short twists to each nipple in turn. The effect was stiffening against her nightie. Momentarily she closed her eyes to relish her obvious sensations, then went back to her very concentrated reading.
I slowly became aware of the exposed place I was in. Reluctantly I returned to bed, being careful to leave my door still ajar.
Retrieving my new lubricant from under the mattress, pouring a little over my prick I silently listened and wanked over what Mum was doing in her bed. I couldn’t hear anything. Feeling very frustrated I lay wanking and wondering whether to go back to watch.
Impetuous lust overcame me. I returned to the door jamb to watch her again.
By now she had removed the straps from her shoulders so she could play more easily with her responsive nipples. She was very hard on them, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger. I was amazed at her getting so much pleasure from them. Occasionally she shifted to her cunt, rubbing her clit and drawing moisture to her clit and then another dip and up to her nipples to moisten them, in turn, with another squeeze.
The lubricant on my bare prick made wanking easier to control. This was an incredible turn-on.
I must have been watching when I saw mum put the book aside with a bookmark. A flash crossed my mind but it was overlain by her pulling up the hem further to free her hands to combine breasts and cunt together.
I watched as she slowly rose to her heightened tension with her eyes closed tightly.
Gratefully she had not put the light out but continued her self love with utter concentration. It was an awesome sight.
She now concentrated on her cunt with one hand in her vagina and the other fingers flipping her clit with venom.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, ohhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhh. She tensed stiff all over as her orgasm took her to bliss. I was wanking slowly being careful not to cum myself whilst naked behind her door.
Collapsing onto the mattress, she slowly came to and pulled her straps back over her shoulders.
I crept back to bed, closed my door, and quickly wanked myself to oblivion, visualising the beautiful scene I had experienced and wondering where it would go from here.
In the morning I got up after Mum had gone to work and looked at the point where she had left the bookmark. I had not got that far, but crucially it was the point where the mother finally relents to the pursuit of her son. That must have been what took her to her orgasm.
I took the book to my bedroom and poured some lubricant over my prick. I was just getting into the book again when I realised I had dropped the bookmark at her place the previous day. That was the flash I had in the night. She must know that I am devouring it too. Will she mention it or will it go into the store of knowledge Mum has about my preoccupations?
Just then the phone rang. It was Teresa phoning to catch up on the latest. She didn’t invite me over but she did say that Jean had phoned her to tell her I had been in her draws and finding the book and what should she do about it?
Teresa had said do nothing. I was relieved. Mum did tell Teresa that she was enjoying the book. Teresa had asked her if it had any effect on her outlook toward sex with me. Apparently she responded that it just made her more ashamed than ever particularly since the mishap the previous evening. Teresa did get me to tell her about last night. I still had the lube around my prick and I wanked as I regaled her with the story. I could tell she was playing with herself too. So we were both doing it and I got her to admit it. I came as she too went over the top.
What should I do, I asked Teresa. Her response was to wait, but let her know I am still preoccupied with her. Oh and misplace the bookmark again!
We parted with a calmer mood on both sides.
Unfortunately my Father returned the following night. I was left more to my own devices to satisfy my fixation. However I was able to hear them in their bedroom. I thought I heard her sucking him to try to get him interested. I heard him let her bring him to a climax fairly quickly. Then nothing. He must have turned over and gone to sleep despite her shaking him. The last I heard was her mouthing the word bastard a few times and, “What about me?” in between the expletives.
The next day, Sunday they were both off work and I had breakfast with Mum as Dad had slept in. She looked doubly pissed off but tried to hide it from me. She was wearing a sweater with no bra and a skirt with no stockings. She looked the worse for wear but her nipples still seemed to pierce her sweater. She saw my eyes but chose to ignore my stare rather than confront it.
I continued to stare at them. She grew more uncomfortable and went upstairs, shouted at Dad to wake up. I heard him grumble. She came down again to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of milk from the fridge, turned and I stared again.
Taken aback, she had put on a bra, hiding the glorious nipple view I had indulged in, with an added smirk in her face as if to say, “At least that’s stopped you in your tracks.”
I sulked and made my excuses and went out for the day with friends. Returning for supper, Dad had gone. I asked what had happened. She hesitated then announced that he had gone to stay with his mother. Seeing she was clearly upset, I held her to me. She let out a wail and her breathing was heavy as she released all the tension on my shoulders. We both clung to each other. I was upset too for I did get on well with him. But I was also torn by my preoccupations with Mum.
I led her into the living room and we sat together on the sofa, still holding each other. I was careful not to be sexual in anyway, even though I was tempted. Slowly she unfolded her row with him, telling him she was furious with him for neglecting her for so long and why had he not confided in her anything about how he felt. She then told me how he had not felt like being intimate with her because he was worried about losing his job. She had said that was no excuse and accused him of getting it elsewhere. He went mad, lost his temper, briefly packed and said he was going to stay with his Mother.
Mum remained distraught for sometime whilst I held her close. She seemed to get calmer with my closeness to her. She announced we should eat. After supper, I suggested we watch TV. She agreed and said she would join me after changing into something more comfortable.
She came downstairs. I was quietly astonished by what I saw but tried to view her discretely. She didn’t look me in the eye but joined me on the sofa. What astonished me was she had on the same sweater but had removed her bra as earlier in the morning. However she had also put on stockings with her low heeled sandals giving her calves a slight lift. She wore the same skirt too.
My head was confused by the change in behaviour. Was she warming to me? Was she giving me a clue? Should I hope it was a clue to a change toward me?
She switched on the TV and we found a film we both thought would be ok to watch. She poured herself a whisky and placed it near the armrest on a small table. Just as we were settling in she said,
“Come close Ian I need a cuddle.”
She put her arm around my shoulders and I found myself tucked in against her very close to her breast, so close it was squashed against her other breast. She made no move to put space between us. Taking a draught of the whisky she sighed and relaxed beside me. I was in heaven ensconced in her glowing warmth, hoping my erection did not show, for that was the effect she had on me.
Mum could not see my eyes as they scanned the nipple I was taking in pressed as it was against the smooth sweater she wore. It looked very stiff against it. I had only recently read that nipples swell and stiffen when excited. Looking further down I noticed her skirt above her knees. The combination of nipple and early thighs took my attention from the film as I struggled not to touch her soft body. I was in near turmoil.
We held the closeness for quite awhile until she pleaded she was getting uncomfortable.
“Put your head on my lap Ian. My arm is getting cramp, much as I like you there we will be more comfortable with your head on my lap.” I tucked up my head against her tummy with my cheek resting on her thighs. She took another swig of whisky, then put her arm along my side resting her hand on my thigh. Sheer bliss.
We continued watching TV. I didn’t know where to put my hands, except on her lap. Dilemma. To place a hand on her skirt or on her exposed stockinged knee? I chose her knee as it would look logical yet not intrusive. I placed my left hand on her nearest knee. She seemed to accept it. I kept it still but loved the feel of her tight nylon covering. She took another swig conveying to me, I thought, her complicity.
“Your hand’s lovely and warm Ian,” she announced. I took that as a little more than complicity and gave her a squeeze with my hand, conveying my recognition. Slowly I began to slowly stroke the front of her leg below her knee. I heard her murmur her pleasure at my initiative. I just kept the strokes slow and within a small area. My desire was to stroke above her knee and beyond her skirt hem. I began to circle my movements around her upper calf, feeling more soft flesh under her stocking. Not being rebuffed, I widened my circular movement, conscious of my erection once again growing stiff and rather exposed, pressing against my clothing just below where Mum had rested her hand.
Drawing my hand round the side of her knee I moved my hand up to just above her knee and stroked my hand against her hem. I heard a very slight intake of breath with that movement and started my downward movement again. Circling once more upwards I retraced my hand toward the top part of her hem and slipped up just an inch or so further and stopped, leaving my hand to rest there. My prick was my now totally stiff. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I wondered if I had been discovered.
Circling round her lower thigh and revelling in sheer ecstasy of being so far up her and she hadn’t protested. Widening my movements I began to press against her hem and reached the change in the stocking texture that suggested her stocking top was near. I had a moment where the feel of softer fuller flesh was very apparent to my eye. Again resting there until I started moving again in wider movements. I felt a sudden hardness in my palm. I had stroked my hand to her suspender attached to the stocking. She suddenly became aware of how intimate we had become and may have noticed my hardon too.
“Ian it’s time for my bed. I’ll come and kiss you goodnight before I get into bed, but I’m bushed.”
I lifted my head but not before giving her final squeeze at the point on her thigh that I had reached.
“You naughty young man Ian. Good job I’m not shocked.”
I let her know that I was going to bed too and watched her, still in her heels as she grabbed the bathroom first. I relished the sight of her skirt slightly high above her knees as it remained puckered from my head and her seating position. I had been stroking those exquisite thighs just a moment ago and wondered what she had meant by coming to kiss me goodnight.
I retreated to my bedroom until I heard her going into her bedroom and closing the door. In the bathroom I did a piss where she had just been and noticed she hadn’t flushed the toilet. I could smell a whiff of her pee and tried to get rid of my erection so that I could pee too. I stood there stroking myself at the thought of her sitting there peeing herself. Stop it Ian you need a piss! Eventually I softened and a strong pee joined hers in the bowl. I decided not to flush either.
As I turned I noticed the dirty laundry on the floor ready for the wash. On top were her panties. How long had they been there? Picking them up, I felt her warmth and quickly took a sniff to regale myself with her smell. My prick hardened immediately as I smelt her. To my astonishment they were also wet at the front. Drawing it to my mouth I tasted her wetness and realised that she had recently got wet, not from peeing but from her pussy. I had read about that but had yet to experience it. Examining her pale cotton panties further I noticed a very slight skid mark at the rear of them inside. I gave that a whiff too.
Should I have a wank there and then given the excitement of the evening and her indulgent panties? No I would wait and have a cum in bed later. I dropped them with some regret back onto the pile of laundry.
In bed I left my bed light on and waited for Mum to come to say goodnight. I had a wank whilst waiting but resisted cuming.
A quiet knock and she came in.
She was wearing the same sweater as this evening without her bra. She had removed her skirt. The sweater came down to just the dark part of her stockings which she still wore. I could just make out her suspenders attached, the point I had reached just recently. And she still had her heels on. What a sight. Was it for my benefit? My erection became more intense as I smiled at her coming toward my bed.
Sitting beside me I had a view that I didn’t want to make to obvious, of her porcelain flesh just above her stockings as well as the suspenders. So I tried to look at her eyes whilst she clearly wanted to talk about a rather eventful day for her (let alone me).
She started by complaining about Dad and why he trounced off like he did too embarrassed to confront her challenge about another woman, and how she missed the cuddles and warmth and other intimacies she used to have with him. I noted her vagueness about intimacies. I responded by trying to calm her with assurances about him staying with Grandma but then regretted saying that given where my hopes lay. I then wondered about him and Grandma! Needless to say I kept this to myself.
Mum had got quite heated about him and completely forgot physical self and how delicious she looked. She now had inadvertently let her sweater creep further up her thighs. I naturally didn’t draw her attention to her heightened exposure but it sent me into a wonderful reverie. Her nipples were leaping about inside her sweater as she gesticulated her anger about him.
“If he is wandering Mum, what do you think you could do given that you are still a very attractive woman?
“Ian, it is lovely of you to say so but I just couldn’t. It would bust us up and we would lose the family. But do you really think I am attractive Ian? It could be you’re just being kind to me to stop me feeling so hurt.
I tried to reassure her and said I noticed how she attracted other men when she was out and about.
“Oh you’ve noticed that have you? I must admit I have too.”
“Well?”
“Well nothing Ian. I’m not going that way yet.”
“Yet?”
“Ian it’s not that bad. I have no proof he is onto other women. Anyway I came to give you a goodnight kiss not to moan about him. So how about it?”
She put the light out which surprised me and moved nearer to hug me like she had the other night. I quickly adjusted to the light from the street between the curtains and put my arms around her as she did me.
“Hold me tight Ian, I feel so lonely these days and you’re such a comfort, you don’t just realise how much. Here let me hug you.”
She did so. I immediately felt her breasts inside her sweater pressing hard against my chest. I was in a state of ecstasy at this but then she pushed me back onto my pillow so that I was horizontal. She moved over me and the sheet covering my waist just fell (or did she move it?) so that my hard prick was rubbing her sweater against her hard groin. Mum rubbed against me forward and back. She must surely know what she is doing.
“Oh Ian my dear love, I feel so close to you. I need you.”
Just then she moved her mouth toward mine from kissing my cheek and neck. She ran her lips with mine very lightly, from side to side. Intoxicated by this contact I opened my mouth very slightly.
Not knowing what this would conjure I was overcome as we rubbed against each other below. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth. I responded with mine and that was it – I shot my spunk into her sweater over her hard groin and pussy. As that was happening she stiffened and froze as she held me in her vice-like grip and spasmed. I didn’t realise what was happening to her then.
Slowly she came back to reality and sobbed in my arms.
“Oh Ian what have I done, how dreadful, I’m so sorry. Forgive me. Ian sleep, forget this happened. I’m so ashamed.”
I tried to hold on to her to say it was wonderful, not awful. She would not hear me and withdrew to her bedroom.
To be continued. . . . . . . . . .

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