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I probably should have expected something like this. After all, I was a rather established twenty-nine year-old and dating a nineteen year-old co-worker, who was sitting on the couch in her parents’ living room and ardently sucking my cock with a skill and enthusiasm that was well beyond her tender years.
I was the manager of a local chain restaurant and Kitty Haden had recently become one of our hostesses, and she was basically hired the minute she walked in the door a few weeks ago with those long, slender, mini-skirt-clad legs of hers. During the interview process, I quickly found out that she was also a cheerleader at the local State university, and she looked the part to a tee. Long, curly, bouncy blonde hair, tall, thin, and a bust that filled out a sweater like two footballs being fumbled.
We had been out a few times already, and though I hadn’t fucked her yet, mainly because she was a virgin, Kitty took to my cock like a puppy takes to a chew toy. This coy virgin made no bones about the fact that she released her sexual frustration by sucking dick, and since mine approached eight inches on a good night, Kitty displayed quite an affinity to wrapping her mouth around it several times an evening during our brief time together thus far. And this was a good night. A definite eight inches good night.
Tonight, after we had closed the restaurant, I offered Kitty a ride home to her parents’ house, since I was an altruist, of course. The very real possibility of having my dick sucked by this young vixen had little to do with it. Although, if the situation presented itself I would be more than gracious enough to offer my stiff member to her eager lips, strictly to advance Kitty’s fledgling oral education.
I’m a gentleman that way.
When we reached her front door, Kitty informed me that her dad was away on a business trip, and her mom was apparently asleep upstairs since the bedroom lights were all turned off. She made a shushing sound with a finger to her bright red lips, guided me to the couch, and whispered in my ear that she would return soon. I was nervous being in her folks’ home with her mom upstairs, but my good pal Mr. Johnson, who was straining against my zipper like a eel on a hook, seemed to have no problem with the scenario as he wiggled and waggled happily, precum already providing a slippery coating on my shaft.
He, Mr. Johnson, was not to be disappointed.
Kitty returned downstairs wearing the proverbial fantasy outfit, the Catholic Schoolgirl clothing, short pleated skirt and knee highs. She had been wearing a buttoned up white blouse with black tie, but somewhere along the trip to her bedroom, she’d undone the tie and unbuttoned the blouse until you could see most of her young firm tits. On her back, she had a cute teddy-bear shaped backpack, just for special effect. A nice touch.
To make matters worse, her shoulder length hair done up in two pigtails. And she even had freckles. I couldn’t help myself, I instantly released my pole from its prison, and one hand went to the top of her head as my eyes rolled up as she knelt in front of me and began to trace tiny, wet kisses over my twitching dick.
The orally-fixated teenager took a firm stroking grip at the base of my cock, guided it to her full lips and flicked her tongue across the tip. Next came slower licks just on the head, longer and flatter, like she’d give to an ice-cream cone. Something in the back of my mind made a mental note that there was a slight bumping sound coming from another room, but my attention was understandably diverted and when Kitty took a breath for just a brief second, Mr. Johnson glared at me with that evil one-eye and silently demanded that I not give it another thought.
Kitty smiled and resumed her descent to my engorged dick, and her mouth worked circles around the ridge and then teased again, gently sucking the head. With her other hand, she caressed my heavy balls with an expertise that belied her chronological age, then tugged them towards me as she took them fully into her warm mouth.
Her wonderful ball-sucking caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and I tossed his head back with a soft moan. I began to thrust my hips, wanting to face-fuck her now, so she went back to teasing, licking her snaking tongue over the wrinkles of my scrotum, then again sucking each side into her mouth, caressing my cock with her hands as she did. She licked lines from my balls up the shaft, and nibbled the seam along the way. Again Kitty took only the head of my cock into her mouth, nothing more, and as I opened my eyes, mine locked into the watching eyes of a very horny-looking tall blonde.
Only it wasn’t Kitty. Kitty was munching on my balls.
This new blonde, a spitting image of Kitty, was casino şirketleri dressed in a robe that draped loosely over her body, exposing the tops of two very promising globes, and she smiled a wicked grin at me as her teenaged daughter bobbed spiritedly on my meaty glans. She made the same shushing motion that Kitty had made to me when we entered the house a few minutes ago. Like mother, like daughter.
Blonde number two, the mature version of Kitty, altered her admiring gaze from my cock sliding in and out of her only child’s mouth, and wrapped the belt of her robe tightly around her, and her face suddenly contorted into one of a very pissed-off mom.
“Kathryn Haden, just what the HELL are you doing?” As Kitty jumped up, her schoolgirl skirt flared high off of her waist so that I could see the lovely little pink thong that she wore under her uniform. Funny what a guy can notice such a detail even when a mom has just caught her giving head to him.
Shocked, blushing, mortified, Kitty began to shake visibly. “Mom, I…..we just….oh, I didn’t……” Kitty ran out of words, throwing herself on the mercy of Judge Mom’ court, and started to sob.
Meanwhile, every impulse I had told me that I should zip up and depart, pronto, but Mr. Johnson was sending me private signals that sounded like, “Easy, now, boy, whoa, don’t tuck me in just yet, lemme watch this show for a spell.”
Why is it that Mr. Johnson always wins? He’s so persuasive.
Mrs. Haden admonished her daughter, seemingly oblivious to Kitty’s complete embarrassment at being caught in the act of playing tonsil hockey with my dick. She eyed Kitty’s attire with disdain. “Go upstairs and take off your high school outfit, young lady, and go to bed. You and I will address this in the morning.” Kitty’s wide eyes pleaded with her mom for forgiveness, but Mrs. Haden held firm, steely-eyed, looking directly at me now, menacingly.
“Go, upstairs, now.” Kitty scurried off like a shamed squirrel who had dropped the walnut, as Kitty mom’s impassively stared at me. And was it my imagination, or was she really staring at my still-exposed and very hard cock? “I’ll next deal with this not-so-young man.”
Mrs. Haden waited until she heard the door to Kitty’s bedroom slam shut. She looked at me. I looked at her. She looked at my cock, longer than she needed to, so I thought. I looked down at her robe and tried to envision what was under it, though from what little I could tell, it was apparent where Kitty had inherited her beauty.
Finally, after what seemed like forever (isn’t it funny how awkward silence seems infinitely prolonged?), she spoke. More specifically, she uttered an inquiry in a surprisingly husky voice.
“My daughter is still a virgin, I presume?”
I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing I could respond to this question truthfully. “Yes, ma’am, she is, I swear.” I began to tug at my cock, trying to place it back into its rightful hiding place, but was interrupted by one raised index finger by Mrs. Haden.
My hands went to my sides, in immediate compliance. ‘Might this get interesting?’, I mused, against all hope.
Even in the dim illumination of the living room past midnight, I could swear I could detect a playful glimmer in Kitty’s mother’s eyes. Her manicured fingertips dropped to the belt once more and she started to leisurely loosen it from the tight knot, as my cock, which had never gone limp, rose to even greater arousal.
“It’s only fair,” said the older woman, as the robe eased off of her waist. “I’ve seen yours.” The robe dropped to the carpet, revealing a full set of mature and only slightly sagging full breasts, a surprisingly flat stomach; and a perfect sunlit-gold-brushed puff of silky pubic hair just above her slit;
She lifted one hand to her pink nipple and tugged on it teasingly, while the other lowered to nestle between her sweet thighs, and one long finger curled beneath her light yellow bush.
“Now, you’ve seen mine.”
I gasped audibly, somewhat in surprise at this turn of events, but mostly in sincere appreciation of her body, which by any measure, was more than college-cheerleader-worthy.
She walked towards me slowly, one had still tucked between her legs and now swirling around inside her cunt in leisurely strokes, and breathed seductively at me. “Your cock is beautiful.” I could only nod. What does a man say in that situation, when your girlfriend’s mom has commented favorably upon the size of your exposed cock, inches from her own pussy? Does Anne Landers have an appropriate retort for that?
She continued, reaching out to grab my shaft in one hand while lowering her torso down, down, slowly, spreading her legs for balance. Was this really happening?
Mrs. casino firmaları Haden brought her hand to her lips, provocatively dribbled a small stream of spit onto her palm, and began to lubricate my length with her saliva. “John, that’s your name, right?” Again, I only nodded, I wasn’t about to waive my Miranda rights yet, figuring anything I said could and would be used against me in the court of Kitty’s mom.
“Pleased to meet you, John. My name is Kitty’s horny, sexually neglected mother. But you may call me Mrs. Haden.”
My eyes widened and I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and astonishment as she sunk her wet cunt onto my dick and commenced a rhythmic motion with her pelvis, up and down on my titanium-hard dick, a long-held fantasy coming true.
“Hubby hasn’t fucked me in a month,” she said, seeming to think she needed to provide an explanation of sorts, not that I was seeking one. “And I think I should pay you a proper symbol of gratitude for not deflowering my eager beaver daughter.”
I was now nodding so frequently I was beginning to resemble a bobble head doll in a hurricane.
She brought my hands up to her big, bouncing breasts and held them to her chest tightly, closed her eyes and groaned out a soft rhyme. “John, John, the donkey dong, fuck my cunt now that my daughter’s gone.”
I suddenly realized that the age difference between Kitty’s mom and me was about the same as between Kitty and myself, and began to get comfortable with this whole arrangement. Of course, it helped that Kitty’s mother’s surprisingly tight cunt walls were clamping onto my cock like a newborn nuzzling a pacifier.
She continued to control the proceedings at her own pace, sliding my hands down to her backside to cup her luscious ass cheeks. She then squeezed her breasts for my viewing pleasure, plumping them, strumming her own nipples. She next walked her fingers down to her pussy, tapping her swollen clit lightly, and pulled her gash apart, and I was amazed at the pooled wetness that cascaded down and onto my stomach as she manipulated her kegel muscles . She slid another finger over her swollen nether lips, aching and hot as I watched, mesmerized.
Just when I thought I was really close to shooting as her talented cunt pumped my thickness to the point of near-release, she pulled me out of her canal and grasped my throbbing cock with a hard squeeze. It was a pretty neat trick, gave us a break and showed me she had the mens’ control thing figured out…one more reason to adore older women. Kitty who?
Smiling, Mrs. Haden lowered her fabulous body, kneeling on the carpet in front of me, just as her daughter had a mere twenty minutes or so ago. “Let’s tease this beautiful thing a bit, shall we? Looked like my little girl was doing a pretty nice job, if I do say so myself, but I don’t think she can can yet do THIS…..”
The older seductress lifted her mouth to my cock and moved it along the underside of my shaft to my balls. Just like her daughter did, with amazing similarity, she slowly and softly licked them…teasing me with the featherlike touch of her tongue. Then, with no warning, she swiftly engulfed them with her knowing mouth. With her teeth tucked under her lips, she slightly squeezed them as if biting. She sucked each of them, one at a time, in and out of her mouth. Try as she might, though, she could not get them both into her tiny mouth at the same time.
Mommy tightened the grip of her left hand had on my stiff cock and started to jack me off slowly while still sucking on my swollen, seed-filled balls. Her hand glided up and down my cock with such ease from all of the lubrication from her dribble. I moaned and gyrated as I felt myself about to cum. I could not believe it…I was about to cum from getting head, not from Kitty, but from her mom!
Mrs. Haden, expert cocksucker that she was (it was a trait that clearly ran in the family), knew full well the effect she was evoking, she felt my cock getting harder…my balls getting tighter. She lifted her mouth from my testes and again squeezed me to a frustrating halt.
Reluctantly, but willingly (only because of what was to come), she moved away from my engorged cock and stood in front of me. Her erect nipples stood taut, the areolas drawn up around them.
She grunted as her lithe, mature, sensational mid-forties torso rose again to mount me, one hand waving and pointing to her cunt, like a maestro orchestrating our carnal composition to a crescendo. “I have to feel you inside me. I need to be fucked, and fucked hard. You know what to do. Do me like I just did you, don’t hold back. I need to have your big cock deep in me, for my pleasure. Do me while I ride you.”
I watched as if hypnotized as güvenilir casino her pussy blossomed apart and started to throb powerfully, right in front of my eyes. “It is almost painful,” she moaned. “I need to be filled. I need you inside me.”
Again, she straddled me, like a jockey on her stallion. My cock was impossibly hard and pointed at her pussy, poised for entry. She didn’t touch it with her hands, she just let my rod find its target like the heat seeking missile that it is. The thick mushroom-shaped head found her saturated, dripping opening. The head of my cock was immediately covered with the juices oozing from her, more and more with each pulsation of her saturated inner walls. Her hot pussy was opening and closing…inviting me in completely. To come in and feel the warmth; the close, pulsating walls; the sticky cream that only a woman in heat can generate in such abundance.
She slid down on my cock, down slowly, deliberately…farther and farther until the back of her pussy apparently touched the tip of my cock…yet there was still a little more more to go until I reached the bottom of her tunnel.
Pushing down further, I had all of my manhood inside of her at last. The head of my cock was pressing against her cervix. Her silky mound rested against my pubis. I felt her soft pubic hair against me. I felt her pussy caressing the perimeter of me. She rose on it, slowly so that we felt the opposite of what I just felt. When she could go no higher, and dropped back to where we were…she sat there and savored the feeling again. Her pussy spontaneously squeezed me. Then, she started to ride me, hard, frantic, up and down, pumping me. I met her determined strokes with my own, lifting her ass from the couch and back into synchronized rhythm with me.
We were pumping as teammates now. Kitty’s mom’s eyes start to water from extreme pleasure. Her face contorted, her mouth opened to form a scream, but she must not scream. She was losing her breath…tears were streaming from her eyes. She quivered violently, then shook, then finally, she convulsed and bucked on her bronco. She was cumming as I have never seen a woman cum.
I had to hold onto her. I was afraid, happy, breathless, weightless. I pulled her to me for strength. I buried my face in her neck. I, too, had to fight the urge to yell, or scream, or cry out. I went up into her as far as I could and pushed there until I could go no farther.
My body stiffened. I could no longer move. My orgasm took over me. I was no longer in control. I screamed into Kitty’s mother’s neck, “I am cumming.” But she already knew. I felt the walls of her wonderful pussy squeezing my pulsing cock as if they were trying to milk the cum from me. And they were.
My orgasm. Her orgasm. Not intimate, not tender. We had never even kissed. Just rough, raw sex with a hot MILF who just happened to have a daughter who was my teenage virgin girlfriend.
Mrs. Haden climbed off my still twitching cock and motioned to the front door without so much as a comment, never mind an embrace or a kiss. She picked up her robe and waited for me to gather up my clothes, stuff my cock back into my pants, and gave me a steely, emotionless glare as I walked out.
I walked down the driveway towards my car, and just as I climbed in, I heard her call out to me quietly. Kitty’s bedroom window was just above the front door. “John.”
I turned to see her open her robe and plunge two fingers into her quim and then lift them to her mouth, sucking our mutual excitement out of her cunt. “Call me Loretta from now on. But just call me. Kitty has cheerleading practice tomorrow afternoon. Can you be here around two o’clock?”
This time, I took this invitation as opportunity to be bold, but my voice remained muted, equally mindful of the position of Kitty’s bedroom window. “Tomorrow?” I contemplated for a moment, rubbing my chin. “Hmmmm. I think I can make it. But only if I can have your ass.”
She smiled, somewhat amusedly, somewhat condescendingly. “As long as you promise to maintain my daughter’s virginity, you can have it all, Mr. Back Door Man.”
Before she turned to go inside, she added, “You could have had it tonight. All you gotta do is ask. See you tomorrow.”
As I eased out of their driveway into the cul-de-sac of their street, still oozing cum, I picked up my cell phone to see that there was a text message from Kitty. I had never heard it in all the commotion of fucking her mother.
“I’m soooo sorry, John,” the text read. “I hope she wasn’t too hard on you! You were down there 4 awhile.”
I hit reply, envisioning a horny but still virginal Kitty anxiously fretting what her mom had doled out as punishment for catching her precious daughter in the act of sucking the big dick of a man ten years her elder.
“She was rough, yes, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“C U tomorrow after work, Kitty?”
The next night, Kitty sucked the cock that had ass-fucked her mother most of that afternoon.
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