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I’d just fucked my girlfriend’s Mum while my girlfriend was at work. I’d gone to check my phone… there weren’t any messages, it hadn’t gone off. I lied about hearing it to avoid an intimate moment after sex. I called Lisa and asked her about dinner and she said she’d like lasagne. Mrs. D’s door was closed when I went to update her. Oh. How do I approach this now? Mrs. D had very recently lost her husband and she had just had sex with her daughter’s partner. Talk about feeling awkward! Whatever I did next it needed to be considerate of her feelings.
I decided that I’d buy a couple of bottles of wine for dinner. I returned home, after work to find a happy house full of people; Mum, Sis, Brother in law all sat at the dinner table. I opened both bottles of wine and put them out for people to share. Dinner was deeelish. Conversation was lively. Things weren’t tense between Mrs. D and I but in the following days cups of tea in bed stopped.
Lisa and I had similar shifts and I wasn’t ever really at home at the same time as Mrs. D. I decided to take the initiative one morning and made Mrs. D a cuppa and took it up to her room. She said thanks though there was something disapproving about her tone. She was in her towel robe as it was a chilly morning and there was nothing inappropriate as Lisa was still home and I simply said, “Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but you’ve made and brought me so many cups of tea…” I let the comment hang in the air. A few days later things were back to normal.
Eventually Lisa was on an early and Mrs. D’s schedule had her around the house one morning. She shouted up, “Cup of tea?” I shouted back,"Is the Pope a Catholic?" and a few minutes later she arrived in our room with a cup of tea in hand. She walked in purposefully and over to the windowsill above the bed. She was wearing the grey silk robe… It contrasted nicely with the room. The bedroom was small and all light natural wood and white bedding etc. There was a little tension when she came in. I was sat in bed, naked but covered by a duvet from the waist down. “Are you up to much today Mrs. D?” She said that she’d be around most of the day doing laundry and housework. I nodded and took a sip of my tea. There was a palpable quiet. “Am I OK to use your shower today?” She said she was going to use it soon but yes and I asked, “I think I have a full size towel to use today”. She looked down and in her awkward yet excited way she nodded her head and simply said, “Good.”
“Are you OK Mrs. D?” I asked. She said she was fine. “I’ve wanted to ask but wasn’t sure if you’d be angry with me after…” She told me she was angry with herself and that she didn’t know what she thought of herself or me and she was embarrassed at having to wash my “stuff” off her chest. As she said it she gestured towards her breasts.
I sat quietly. “Mrs. D, I too had to shower too…I had to wash your juice (I nodded towards her vagina) off my cock and balls…there was ever so much; you were very wet down there”. She was a little flummoxed and I kept going. “That wonderful underwear.” She looked uncomfortable and embarrassed again and remained silent. “I feel bad that you didn’t like it, you seem so wounded”. She then began to turn red. I thought she was embarrassed but it turned out to be frustration. “But I did!” she hissed at me. She looked lost and upset and was still looking down after her confession; breathing hard and clearly upset. I looked her in the eye and said, “Mrs. D, you don’t seem to have done that a lot and I’m not sure if you’re very confident in dealing with your own feelings about this stuff.” She was only standing a couple of feet away so I gently and slowly reached out and took her gently by the hands and guided her to sit on the edge of my bed. She was still looking down and so I moved my hand to her chin and lifted her head a little so I could see her face. She couldn’t make eye contact. “Would you like a hug Mrs. D?” She looked at me briefly and nodded. I reached towards her and embraced her. The angle was difficult and it wasn’t a good hug but she seemed to relax. Then there was the moment when the hug had gone on a little long and I mentioned the awkward angle and she stood up and thanked me.
She looked as if she was about to turn and leave when I noticed that she was smuggling a large pair of chalk sticks in her chest area and I was immediately aroused, and said the same thing as last time… “Is it cold in here?” and smiled in a roguish way. She looked down at her breasts and then looked utterly betrayed by her own body. It was the only outward sign that she was aroused. It was then that she also appeared defeated and her shoulders sagged. I wondered if she’d been avoiding the issue because she wanted more. She was still looking down and seemed as if she was glued to the spot with embarrassment. I had a feeling that she had just surrendered to her own base instincts but lacked the confidence and experience to move the situation along. I could probably do what I wanted at this point and I felt a rush of power.
My cock began to harden under the duvet. My breathing quickened. So did my thinking. What next? “Mrs. D..?” I said softly. “Would you like another hug?” She nodded and I got out of bed, still naked. She was looking down and could probably see my semi. I opened my arms and wrapped them around her. She was a little wooden. I could feel her tits on my chest through her gown. I could feel my cock pressing against her. I could feel collective urgency. I squeezed her a little tighter and she now returned the hug. “Let’s go to your room Mrs. D and leave all these awkward feelings behind…the hugs don’t need to stop….let’s just do them in your room.” She said Okay, nodded reluctantly and I followed her across the hall. The house was warm and her bedroom was flooded with late summer sunshine. There was a vase of freshly cut flowers on the drawers between the two windows. The air in the room had a heady, almost intoxicating, texture to it. When she was near the blanket chest I’d fucked her on last time she stopped and turned around. There was something more certain about her behaviour now and she put her arms out to hug me.
I wrapped my arms below hers. I simply rubbed her back with one hand. She was warm and less stiff than earlier. After a wordless minute I said, “Mrs D, if your nipples were hard up here does that mean it’s wet down there?” She stiffened a little. She didn’t know how to respond and I could feel her embarrassment. “I’m sorry Mrs. D, you’re really uncomfortable with these things aren’t you?” I relaxed my hug and so did she and I took a step back and she started playing nervously with her hair. I had a full on throbbing hard on now and I suggested stopping for a minute if I could make my cock softer. She laughed a little at that.
I sat on the blanket chest. Her breasts were at head height now. I reached out and put my hands on her waist. “Mrs. D you’re overdressed.” I untied her gown belt slowly and she just stood with her hands by her sides, head bowed. My cock wasn’t getting any softer. The gown fell loose and revealed a strip of flesh from her throat down to a badly maintained bush and trim legs.
“Mrs. D, I’m sorry you were uncomfortable with my load on your tits… didn’t you ever do that with Mr. D?” She said not. They weren’t big in to sex and there was so much cum that she just felt really dirty. I began to explore with my hands. As I pulled her dressing gown to reveal her breasts she gave an involuntary shudder. I moved the garment from her shoulders, it slid down her arms and fluttered in to a silky pool on the floor.
“Sorry Mrs. D, I come a lot, I got a big pair of balls here… and I can’t seem to get rid of this hard on.” She looked down and as she did I took her hands and guided them towards my cock. Instead of bending, she knelt in front of me. She grabbed my cock and I guided her hands so she didn’t treat it as roughly as last time.
She was concentrating on what she was doing when I asked, “Is it bigger than Mr. D’s cock?” Her response was somehow warm, approving and yet still nervous when she said, “Yes, MUCH.” I then decided to push my luck. “Did you ever suck him off Mrs. D?” “You know getting cum on your tits…. or even in your mouth is really very normal these days”. She stopped doing what she was doing and said that she had sucked her husband once and was disgusted by the idea of cum in her mouth. I was starting to relax with the situation and asked, “Do you ever play with your pussy when it’s dark or there’s nobody home?” This was embarrassing for her. She looked hurt and exposed but she quietly said yes. I leaned forwards and ran my fingers in to her hair and gently grasped it at the back of her head. I leaned closed to her and said, “Do it now Mrs. D, while you wank my cock.” I looked deep in to her eyes and she looked nervous and a little scared of being rejected if non-compliant. Such a delight to see.
She slowly began and I felt her tension rise. She was trying to get a rhythm of wanking us both when I stopped her wanking me and still having my fingers entwined in her hair I stood up and leaned down and spoke softly in to her ear.
“Did you like sucking cock Mrs. D?” Her ardour was rising and I was now looking down upon her. She was searching for her orgasm, still rubbing her clit, and wanted it quickly. Her upper body was tense and her tits were jiggling a little with the movement of her upper arm while frigging herself.
“Yes” she said, panting a little. My cock was rock hard and I was gripping it tightly, forcing blood in to my already engorged helmet and making it shine. I leaned down again and said, “Do you like my cock Mrs. D?” I stood straight, looked in to her eyes, and she nodded. I moved my cock closer to her mouth. I rubbed it on her lips. Her mouth was closed. I leaned down again and asked, “Are you gonna be a good girl and love my cock with your mouth?” I didn’t wait for an answer. As she opened her mouth to respond I put the tip of my cock in there.
It was delicious. She was afraid of rejection and horny as hell. She briefly made eye contact but then stopped. Lisa, her daughter felt shame at being dirty too. She began to move her mouth back and forth along my shaft and whimpered a little. Her fingers were moving faster on her clit now too. I didn’t want her to come yet. She’d probably lose interest. I still had a gentle grip on her hair and leaned down again and whispered harshly in her ear, “Do you want to come on my cock or on your fingers?” Her response was immediate…
“On your cock please.” Said Mrs. D a little breathlessly.
It was so gratifying that she waited for instruction. Like mother, like daughter.
Pulling gently on her hair I guided her to standing, turned her around and sat her on the blanket chest. I knelt in front of her and leaned in again and whispered softly in her ear. “If you stop playing with that clit, I’m gonna stop fucking you, you understand?” She listened intently and then nodded her head quickly whilst simultaneously moving her hand to her clit.
I knelt between her legs, pushed her torso back and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I began to rub my cock on her pussy lips. I could feel her fingers diligently working her clit as I did. I could feel expectation from her. I pushed in slowly and felt her stiffen and then hold her breath. I set a rhythm and I could see and feel her concentration. Perhaps she was used to two minute sex and wanted to get what she could while she could. I was loving every second.
“Do you like it Mrs. D?”
“Yes.” She said breathlessly.
“Do you like my cock Mrs. D?”
“Yes.” She said again but more urgently.
“Do you like being fucked by me Mrs. D?”
“Yes!” She was a little annoyed now and clearly wanted to concentrate. Poor thing, lol.
“If you like my cock and being fucked by me then I’d like you to say so Mrs. D.”
She stopped rubbing her clit.
“What did I tell you about that Mrs. D?” “You have to keep rubbing one out.” She started again immediately and I kept slowly fucking her.
“Do you like my cock Mrs. D?”
“Yes,” she said sheepishly. “I love your cock”.
“…and why do you like it?”
“..because you fuck me with it?” She said whilst seeking confirmation.
“Good girl.” I reached down and put my hand under the back of her neck and firmly sat her up. I then stood her up and directed her to get on her hands and knees on the blanket chest. This time she was long ways on the chest and I could access both ends of her.
“Play with your clit Mrs. G.” She did it. She was looking sideways at me. Wondering what I was going to do. There she was, on all fours, rubbing one out. My cock was rock hard and I was high on control. I walked to her head and my cock was bobbing in front of her mouth.
“Do you love my cock Mrs. D?” ”Do you want to suck my cock Mrs. D?” MMhm was as much as she could muster. “Say it Mrs. D.” “Ask me for it.”
“Can I suck your cock please?” Weird, I thought. That’s exactly how her daughter says it too.
I managed thirty seconds. Her blowjobs needed practice and I wanted to fuck her. I could feel she was close to orgasm too. I walked to the other end. I began to rub her lips again.
“What do you want me to do Mrs. D?” I asked.
“Put it in…” she said.
“Put what in where…?” said I.
“Put your cock in me, fuck me” she said.
I worked slowly in until I was balls deep. I reached forwards and grabbed her shoulders and began pounding, slowly and deliberately. The sound of my flesh slapping in to her was so satisfyingly loud. I built my pace up and up until she stiffened. She was more vocal about her orgasm this time. I went for it. She was done and tolerating me now. I was still talking like we were in the moment.
“You love it Mrs. D, you love it.” “You love my cock and you want my cum in your mouth.”
She looked around and said, “No, I don’t want your dirty cum in my mouth or anywhere else”.
That was enough. She didn’t want it and she said one of the magic phrases… “dirty cum”. I pulled out and quickly moved towards her head wanking my cock with my left and reaching under her for a grip on one of her firm titties with my right. Mrs. D bowed her head and I ended up shooting on her hair and her back.
Annoying. Such an anti-climax.
She didn’t move for a minute. She kept her head bowed as if thinking. “Mrs. D, you seemed to come pretty hard.” She didn’t respond but began moving. Now the moment was over, she was back to being embarrassed. I helped her to standing and drew her towards me and put my arms around her. I could have gone again but she was already pulling away and had withdrawn emotionally. There was a drip of cum on the end of my cock and despite the warmth of the room, I could feel it cooling.
“You didn’t want my dirty cum Mrs. D.” She looked up at me and she was angry again. She didn’t say anything. I was feeling a little uncomfortable as she was now closed off and unreadable.
“I don’t want your dirty cum ever again.” She stated imperiously while nodding her head once as a gesture of finality.
“OK Mrs. D…. but you love my cock still don’t you.” “You love being fucked too.”
She looked at me, with more certainty than I’d seen before but said nothing.
“I’m going to take a shower.” I said.
“Use your own bathroom please.” Said Mrs. D and she wandered off to her bathroom and closed the door.
Damn, I thought. Is Mrs. D is a player?
I decided that I’d buy a couple of bottles of wine for dinner. I returned home, after work to find a happy house full of people; Mum, Sis, Brother in law all sat at the dinner table. I opened both bottles of wine and put them out for people to share. Dinner was deeelish. Conversation was lively. Things weren’t tense between Mrs. D and I but in the following days cups of tea in bed stopped.
Lisa and I had similar shifts and I wasn’t ever really at home at the same time as Mrs. D. I decided to take the initiative one morning and made Mrs. D a cuppa and took it up to her room. She said thanks though there was something disapproving about her tone. She was in her towel robe as it was a chilly morning and there was nothing inappropriate as Lisa was still home and I simply said, “Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but you’ve made and brought me so many cups of tea…” I let the comment hang in the air. A few days later things were back to normal.
Eventually Lisa was on an early and Mrs. D’s schedule had her around the house one morning. She shouted up, “Cup of tea?” I shouted back,"Is the Pope a Catholic?" and a few minutes later she arrived in our room with a cup of tea in hand. She walked in purposefully and over to the windowsill above the bed. She was wearing the grey silk robe… It contrasted nicely with the room. The bedroom was small and all light natural wood and white bedding etc. There was a little tension when she came in. I was sat in bed, naked but covered by a duvet from the waist down. “Are you up to much today Mrs. D?” She said that she’d be around most of the day doing laundry and housework. I nodded and took a sip of my tea. There was a palpable quiet. “Am I OK to use your shower today?” She said she was going to use it soon but yes and I asked, “I think I have a full size towel to use today”. She looked down and in her awkward yet excited way she nodded her head and simply said, “Good.”
“Are you OK Mrs. D?” I asked. She said she was fine. “I’ve wanted to ask but wasn’t sure if you’d be angry with me after…” She told me she was angry with herself and that she didn’t know what she thought of herself or me and she was embarrassed at having to wash my “stuff” off her chest. As she said it she gestured towards her breasts.
I sat quietly. “Mrs. D, I too had to shower too…I had to wash your juice (I nodded towards her vagina) off my cock and balls…there was ever so much; you were very wet down there”. She was a little flummoxed and I kept going. “That wonderful underwear.” She looked uncomfortable and embarrassed again and remained silent. “I feel bad that you didn’t like it, you seem so wounded”. She then began to turn red. I thought she was embarrassed but it turned out to be frustration. “But I did!” she hissed at me. She looked lost and upset and was still looking down after her confession; breathing hard and clearly upset. I looked her in the eye and said, “Mrs. D, you don’t seem to have done that a lot and I’m not sure if you’re very confident in dealing with your own feelings about this stuff.” She was only standing a couple of feet away so I gently and slowly reached out and took her gently by the hands and guided her to sit on the edge of my bed. She was still looking down and so I moved my hand to her chin and lifted her head a little so I could see her face. She couldn’t make eye contact. “Would you like a hug Mrs. D?” She looked at me briefly and nodded. I reached towards her and embraced her. The angle was difficult and it wasn’t a good hug but she seemed to relax. Then there was the moment when the hug had gone on a little long and I mentioned the awkward angle and she stood up and thanked me.
She looked as if she was about to turn and leave when I noticed that she was smuggling a large pair of chalk sticks in her chest area and I was immediately aroused, and said the same thing as last time… “Is it cold in here?” and smiled in a roguish way. She looked down at her breasts and then looked utterly betrayed by her own body. It was the only outward sign that she was aroused. It was then that she also appeared defeated and her shoulders sagged. I wondered if she’d been avoiding the issue because she wanted more. She was still looking down and seemed as if she was glued to the spot with embarrassment. I had a feeling that she had just surrendered to her own base instincts but lacked the confidence and experience to move the situation along. I could probably do what I wanted at this point and I felt a rush of power.
My cock began to harden under the duvet. My breathing quickened. So did my thinking. What next? “Mrs. D..?” I said softly. “Would you like another hug?” She nodded and I got out of bed, still naked. She was looking down and could probably see my semi. I opened my arms and wrapped them around her. She was a little wooden. I could feel her tits on my chest through her gown. I could feel my cock pressing against her. I could feel collective urgency. I squeezed her a little tighter and she now returned the hug. “Let’s go to your room Mrs. D and leave all these awkward feelings behind…the hugs don’t need to stop….let’s just do them in your room.” She said Okay, nodded reluctantly and I followed her across the hall. The house was warm and her bedroom was flooded with late summer sunshine. There was a vase of freshly cut flowers on the drawers between the two windows. The air in the room had a heady, almost intoxicating, texture to it. When she was near the blanket chest I’d fucked her on last time she stopped and turned around. There was something more certain about her behaviour now and she put her arms out to hug me.
I wrapped my arms below hers. I simply rubbed her back with one hand. She was warm and less stiff than earlier. After a wordless minute I said, “Mrs D, if your nipples were hard up here does that mean it’s wet down there?” She stiffened a little. She didn’t know how to respond and I could feel her embarrassment. “I’m sorry Mrs. D, you’re really uncomfortable with these things aren’t you?” I relaxed my hug and so did she and I took a step back and she started playing nervously with her hair. I had a full on throbbing hard on now and I suggested stopping for a minute if I could make my cock softer. She laughed a little at that.
I sat on the blanket chest. Her breasts were at head height now. I reached out and put my hands on her waist. “Mrs. D you’re overdressed.” I untied her gown belt slowly and she just stood with her hands by her sides, head bowed. My cock wasn’t getting any softer. The gown fell loose and revealed a strip of flesh from her throat down to a badly maintained bush and trim legs.
“Mrs. D, I’m sorry you were uncomfortable with my load on your tits… didn’t you ever do that with Mr. D?” She said not. They weren’t big in to sex and there was so much cum that she just felt really dirty. I began to explore with my hands. As I pulled her dressing gown to reveal her breasts she gave an involuntary shudder. I moved the garment from her shoulders, it slid down her arms and fluttered in to a silky pool on the floor.
“Sorry Mrs. D, I come a lot, I got a big pair of balls here… and I can’t seem to get rid of this hard on.” She looked down and as she did I took her hands and guided them towards my cock. Instead of bending, she knelt in front of me. She grabbed my cock and I guided her hands so she didn’t treat it as roughly as last time.
She was concentrating on what she was doing when I asked, “Is it bigger than Mr. D’s cock?” Her response was somehow warm, approving and yet still nervous when she said, “Yes, MUCH.” I then decided to push my luck. “Did you ever suck him off Mrs. D?” “You know getting cum on your tits…. or even in your mouth is really very normal these days”. She stopped doing what she was doing and said that she had sucked her husband once and was disgusted by the idea of cum in her mouth. I was starting to relax with the situation and asked, “Do you ever play with your pussy when it’s dark or there’s nobody home?” This was embarrassing for her. She looked hurt and exposed but she quietly said yes. I leaned forwards and ran my fingers in to her hair and gently grasped it at the back of her head. I leaned closed to her and said, “Do it now Mrs. D, while you wank my cock.” I looked deep in to her eyes and she looked nervous and a little scared of being rejected if non-compliant. Such a delight to see.
She slowly began and I felt her tension rise. She was trying to get a rhythm of wanking us both when I stopped her wanking me and still having my fingers entwined in her hair I stood up and leaned down and spoke softly in to her ear.
“Did you like sucking cock Mrs. D?” Her ardour was rising and I was now looking down upon her. She was searching for her orgasm, still rubbing her clit, and wanted it quickly. Her upper body was tense and her tits were jiggling a little with the movement of her upper arm while frigging herself.
“Yes” she said, panting a little. My cock was rock hard and I was gripping it tightly, forcing blood in to my already engorged helmet and making it shine. I leaned down again and said, “Do you like my cock Mrs. D?” I stood straight, looked in to her eyes, and she nodded. I moved my cock closer to her mouth. I rubbed it on her lips. Her mouth was closed. I leaned down again and asked, “Are you gonna be a good girl and love my cock with your mouth?” I didn’t wait for an answer. As she opened her mouth to respond I put the tip of my cock in there.
It was delicious. She was afraid of rejection and horny as hell. She briefly made eye contact but then stopped. Lisa, her daughter felt shame at being dirty too. She began to move her mouth back and forth along my shaft and whimpered a little. Her fingers were moving faster on her clit now too. I didn’t want her to come yet. She’d probably lose interest. I still had a gentle grip on her hair and leaned down again and whispered harshly in her ear, “Do you want to come on my cock or on your fingers?” Her response was immediate…
“On your cock please.” Said Mrs. D a little breathlessly.
It was so gratifying that she waited for instruction. Like mother, like daughter.
Pulling gently on her hair I guided her to standing, turned her around and sat her on the blanket chest. I knelt in front of her and leaned in again and whispered softly in her ear. “If you stop playing with that clit, I’m gonna stop fucking you, you understand?” She listened intently and then nodded her head quickly whilst simultaneously moving her hand to her clit.
I knelt between her legs, pushed her torso back and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I began to rub my cock on her pussy lips. I could feel her fingers diligently working her clit as I did. I could feel expectation from her. I pushed in slowly and felt her stiffen and then hold her breath. I set a rhythm and I could see and feel her concentration. Perhaps she was used to two minute sex and wanted to get what she could while she could. I was loving every second.
“Do you like it Mrs. D?”
“Yes.” She said breathlessly.
“Do you like my cock Mrs. D?”
“Yes.” She said again but more urgently.
“Do you like being fucked by me Mrs. D?”
“Yes!” She was a little annoyed now and clearly wanted to concentrate. Poor thing, lol.
“If you like my cock and being fucked by me then I’d like you to say so Mrs. D.”
She stopped rubbing her clit.
“What did I tell you about that Mrs. D?” “You have to keep rubbing one out.” She started again immediately and I kept slowly fucking her.
“Do you like my cock Mrs. D?”
“Yes,” she said sheepishly. “I love your cock”.
“…and why do you like it?”
“..because you fuck me with it?” She said whilst seeking confirmation.
“Good girl.” I reached down and put my hand under the back of her neck and firmly sat her up. I then stood her up and directed her to get on her hands and knees on the blanket chest. This time she was long ways on the chest and I could access both ends of her.
“Play with your clit Mrs. G.” She did it. She was looking sideways at me. Wondering what I was going to do. There she was, on all fours, rubbing one out. My cock was rock hard and I was high on control. I walked to her head and my cock was bobbing in front of her mouth.
“Do you love my cock Mrs. D?” ”Do you want to suck my cock Mrs. D?” MMhm was as much as she could muster. “Say it Mrs. D.” “Ask me for it.”
“Can I suck your cock please?” Weird, I thought. That’s exactly how her daughter says it too.
I managed thirty seconds. Her blowjobs needed practice and I wanted to fuck her. I could feel she was close to orgasm too. I walked to the other end. I began to rub her lips again.
“What do you want me to do Mrs. D?” I asked.
“Put it in…” she said.
“Put what in where…?” said I.
“Put your cock in me, fuck me” she said.
I worked slowly in until I was balls deep. I reached forwards and grabbed her shoulders and began pounding, slowly and deliberately. The sound of my flesh slapping in to her was so satisfyingly loud. I built my pace up and up until she stiffened. She was more vocal about her orgasm this time. I went for it. She was done and tolerating me now. I was still talking like we were in the moment.
“You love it Mrs. D, you love it.” “You love my cock and you want my cum in your mouth.”
She looked around and said, “No, I don’t want your dirty cum in my mouth or anywhere else”.
That was enough. She didn’t want it and she said one of the magic phrases… “dirty cum”. I pulled out and quickly moved towards her head wanking my cock with my left and reaching under her for a grip on one of her firm titties with my right. Mrs. D bowed her head and I ended up shooting on her hair and her back.
Annoying. Such an anti-climax.
She didn’t move for a minute. She kept her head bowed as if thinking. “Mrs. D, you seemed to come pretty hard.” She didn’t respond but began moving. Now the moment was over, she was back to being embarrassed. I helped her to standing and drew her towards me and put my arms around her. I could have gone again but she was already pulling away and had withdrawn emotionally. There was a drip of cum on the end of my cock and despite the warmth of the room, I could feel it cooling.
“You didn’t want my dirty cum Mrs. D.” She looked up at me and she was angry again. She didn’t say anything. I was feeling a little uncomfortable as she was now closed off and unreadable.
“I don’t want your dirty cum ever again.” She stated imperiously while nodding her head once as a gesture of finality.
“OK Mrs. D…. but you love my cock still don’t you.” “You love being fucked too.”
She looked at me, with more certainty than I’d seen before but said nothing.
“I’m going to take a shower.” I said.
“Use your own bathroom please.” Said Mrs. D and she wandered off to her bathroom and closed the door.
Damn, I thought. Is Mrs. D is a player?
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