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In my final year at uni I was working in a community mental health home. It was a regular shift, once a week supporting a young man with day to day activities and a big change of pace from the forensic work I'd typically do. In simple terms I'd take the lad shopping and then take him to the gym. This consisted of, literally, two minutes on a treadmill and an ninety minutes between the sauna and jacuzzi. A tidy little arrangement.
After a few weeks of working this way his gf and her support worker Lisa would also join. Soon after this Lisa, myself and the two community patients would spend each Wednesday together. Groceries, gym and back to the male's house and Lisa and I would hang in the spare office room and chat. Cutting out the bits in between, Lisa and I decided to move in together. We'd spend hours on Rightmove looking at potential places and ultimately decided that it could wait a little while so we could save a little cash and have the place we wanted. A period cottage in a little village, the kind she'd always dreamed of.
Having lost her father a few months prior, Lisa was feeling bad about moving out of her Mum's house and discussed with her Mum the potential for me to move in there while we saved. Having met Lisa's Mum on a number of occasions and done the "I'm being nice and minding my Ps and Qs" kind of thing, Lisa's Mum was happy with this.
In many ways it was nice, getting mothered by two women. Lisa's Mum would often shout up and ask if I'd like a cuppa and she and I would sit and chat in the kitchen at the little table. Lisa's Dad had been a Master Carpenter and so the house was immaculate. Lisa herself had studied at the London College of Fashion and been responsible for decorating the house. Living there, after student accommodation, was a nice problem to have.
Lisa's Mum was in her forties. She was a tall and handsome woman who had taken care of herself but whom you you'd never really look twice at. She did have an air of authority and was, in a quiet way, quite self possessed. I often heard her making jokes that nobody quite got and at times her relationship with Lisa was a little complicated. Lisa and her Father had been very close and her Mum, Mrs. D was came across at times as being a little envious of their closeness. Mrs. D was a little clumsy emotionally and lacked the emotional agility to engage the same way as Lisa and Dad.
I was working agency and Lisa was working shifts so she'd frequently go to work on an early shift and leave me in a very comfortable bed. One morning, Mrs. D stuck her head in the bedroom door and asked if I'd like a cup of tea and I said I'd love it and would be right down. She said she could bring it up and I said that'd be fine as I was getting dressed soon. I lay back for a moment and thought it was a good thing I wasn't beating one out when she stuck her head around the door. I went down for a cuppa and Mrs D made me scrambled eggs.... but a seed had been planted and I think I wanted her to catch me beating one out, just to see what happened.
The next day Lisa and I were on earlies and both returned home and sat in the well-tended and mature garden Mrs. G had planted. There were some garments on the washing line and amongst them were a matching set of bra and knickers. They were brown and transparent with golden embroidery. I loved them and asked Lisa why I didn't ever see her wearing them. She said that they were her Mum's....... "Oh", said I.
Days past and I was quite involved with family stuff with sister and bro in law and hoping to get Lisa out on an early and leave me in bed again. It eventually happened and it was a lovely warm morning with sun pouring in through the bedroom window so I was lying on to of the duvet. I could hear Mrs. D around the upstairs and started thinking about the brown and gold underwear I'd seen on the line. I was getting hard and based on the plan I'd conceived in recent days, I put in my headphones and turned up the music while I stroked. I also closed my eyes...
Well, I had no idea whether she'd come in or not... genius!
I went down for a cuppa and she was in the kitchen and was a little nervous so I asked if everything was all right. She said that she was fine but I sensed tension and I knew she'd come in to our bedroom. I wondered how long she'd stayed and watched but I obviously couldn't bring it up. I hadn't shot my load that morning so was still horny and it felt like there was the finest thread of a 'knowing' connection between us now.
We chatted over tea and I mentioned, again, how much I love the garden. It was truly spectacular. I also mentioned the brown and gold undies and said that I can't wait to see Lisa wearing them but didn't want to tell her to do it as it would sort of ruin a surprise. Mrs. D laughed in an excited and embarrassed way. "They're not hers", she blurted. "They're mine!". I tried to look uncomfortable for a second and then laughed and said sorry but they were very nice. I then got quite serious and said that while I'd never encourage her to keep anything from Lisa, that if she knew I'd even mentioned it that she'd be feel very threatened. So, now Mrs. D and I had a secret.
I took my leave quickly after that and said I was going for a shower. I went upstairs quickly and grabbed the only towel handy. It (really was) a hand towel which did wrap around my hips but obviously didn't cover much. I wrapped it round me and tucked it in and went to the main bathroom. As I walked out of the bedroom, Mrs. D was on the landing and sorting laundry... hence no towels. She stood up and said that he main shower wasn't that good and if I wanted to use the en suite shower next to her bedroom that I could. I felt a twinge... down there. I was wearing the world's smallest towel and I'm 6'4". I said that'd be quite nice but did she want to shower first. She said she'd be quick and went to the en suite bathroom.
I wasn't sure what to do. I had a twinge down there and was just standing on the landing with all kinds of scenarios running through my mind. After a few minutes Mrs. D came to her bedroom door and said she was done. She was wearing a full length grey silk robe. She was mostly dry so it wasn't too clingy but she had erect nipples and they were quite eye-catching. She started to give me instructions on how hot the water got and how to use the dial thing and I commented that it would be better than the shower I had as a student. We chatted for a moment and she sat on the blanket chest at the bottom of her bed.
She was now at eye level with my cock. I hadn't thought about it and began to realise that I had begun...expanding. Not much but it was a beginning. Her nipples were still hard and she was obliviously and quite innocently discussing showers. I was in a kind of dream state where reality was suspended. It was weird. My mind had wandered and I jumped in to her story and said, I hated cold showers too and why had she just had one. She chuckled and said she hadn't and I replied by saying it can't be THAT cold in here. She suddenly became aware of her hard nipples and got nervous and defensive. She retorted by saying, "Well, I saw THAT twitch!", and pointed at my tiny towel... "Oh".
I laughed and deliberately ignored the premise of her statement and with my feet firmly planted on the floor rotated my torso to look behind me and say, "What twitched?", while looking around for the agitated item. "That!", she said and reached out and pointed. I looked down at my semi-erection and said, "No it didn't", in offended tones and then twitched it hard on purpose.She was victorious in her exclamation this time and said, "I definitely saw it that time". I took a step closer and asked her where and this time I maintained a twitch. My tiny towel was looking more like a tent and this time she slowly and deliberately reached out and lifted up the towel. "There...", she said softly.
We were having a moment. Everything seemed to stop and neither of us knew which way to take this.... until the Mother in her kicked in and she said, "go take your shower, I have to get dressed".
I showered with the door open to the en suite. The glass of the shower was steamed and she ignored me. I didn't take long and thought about the beating I was about to give my cock once back in bed and considering, slowly and at length, the possible outcomes of a few minutes ago.
I got out of the shower and still had a semi. I wrapped my now soaked towel around my waist and walked through the bedroom. Mrs. D was there. She was still wearing the long silk robe but it was clear she was now wearing underwear. I was hoping that something witty would come to mind to say and prolong the previous situation but what came out of my mouth was halting and hesitant, "It's probably a good thing you're ....dressed Mrs. D". She said that it was and with a conspiratorial nod down towards her left shoulder she pulled back the fabric of her gown and showed me one brown bra strap. Just the top.
I was suddenly consumed... "Is that the brown set?!", I said with very uncool enthusiasm. She nodded emphatically. I just said wow in an enthusiastic and yet sad way, somehow. She responded quite well to my wounded excitement and said I could see more if I behaved myself. My cock was at station keeping. A serious semi but all this stimulation was mental. She walked from the chest of drawers by the window back to the blanket chest at the foot of the bed and stopped. I approached her, giving an involuntary twitch....down there. She untied the waist cord, let one arm out of her gown and whilst keeping it closed at the waist she sat down on the blanket chest. ANOTHER involuntary twitch from my cock. "Here is the bra", she said and looked down as her finger traced the embroidered gold stitching that covered her erect nipple. How is it possible to be so hesitant and yet so excited??
I looked down and followed her finger with my eyes. I don't think Mrs. D really knew she was being so damn much of a tease. It was like she was providing a public service for the good of the village the way she did it. My cock was straining under my own blood pressure and I looked up to her face and saw her watching it with a vacant expression. "Can I touch the material?" I asked her. She said yes but only with the back of my fingers. I stroked the material across her C-cups with the back of three fingers and she shivered involuntarily. "Mrs. D, do both cups have the same design?". She responded with genuine curiosity and immediately disrobed to the waist. She was still sitting and the robe was gathered round her bum now. She looked at both and said, "No, they're a little different", and looked up at me. "Oh, can I touch the other one too...with the back of my fingers?" She nodded to indicate yes. I edged forwards and felt the warm air on my torso as I moved and reached down with both hands to touch both sides of the bra. I was so close now, and my cock was so hard now, that it was close to her face. The act of leaning forwards to reach down had loosened the towel around my waist and it fell to the floor...
Mrs. D still had a kind of blank expression as I shot upright when the towel fell. I covered myself up and she said in a playfully accusatory tone that I wasn't behaving. I was so engaged and enthralled by her bra that I just knelt down and kept stroking the material. She just kept looking down at my hands like she was making sure I was doing a good job. Then I asked if the pattern on the INSIDE of the bra cup was the same. (The dirty part of my mind was clearly still working on some level). She said it might just look like stitching but she pulled the front of one of the cups away from her boob. I suggested it might be easier to see if the shoulder strap came off too. She did it without thinking. Just one. She started to peel it away and even from right in front of her I could clearly see her nipple while she was engrossed in looking at the stitching. My cock was twitching like crazy, partly deliberately. I wanted her to know. I asked if I could touch the inside and she said ok. I touched the inside of her bra cup with the back of my fingers and my fingertips grazed her nipple. Contact! I stopped moving and hoped she wouldn't stop me. Seconds seemed to take minutes and I became aware of my cock, again. I motioned with my free hand to the other side and as if she knew I was going to ask about stitching she slipped the strap from the other side and put her hand by her side. I peeled down the other side and just like that her tits were out. Wow. Teardrops with high, still erect, nipples. C's and very firm. I began to rub the sides of her boobs with the backs of my fingers and then asked her to stand. That awkward little moment when your legs are sore and you need to stretch. She stood, almost unaware that she was pretty much topless. My erect cock almost touching her knickers.
I was looking at her boobs and stroking carefully, gently, not wanting to break the moment. I then looked up and she was studying my fascination. Staring intently at my face. In what felt like a make or break moment I asked, "Is the gold embroidery on the front of the panties the same?" I didn't get a reply. I just moved my hand down from her boob. I ran my fingertips down her tummy and in to the elastic waistband of her knickers. I slowly moved the backs of my fingers against the inside of her panties and worked my way lower. I was now breathing heavily and she was apprehensive but I could feel her urgency. She adjusted her stance and moved her feet apart. I looked in to her eyes and she was in a moment where belief and judgment were suspended. Waiting.
She was wet.My first contact with her clitoris made her weak at the knees. I instinctively pulled her towards me to support her weight and she felt the stiffness of my cock against her waist. We stayed in this position for perhaps a minute. One arm wrapped around me for support and one hanging limply by her side. She was jerking softly to the movement of my fingers in her panties. We didn't discuss afterwards, but she may have come on my fingers. We didn't kiss but at some point she realised that she was a participant and in a strange uncomfortable and languorous way reached for my cock. She grabbed it like she was picking up and hammer and started to roughly jerk it. It was like watching a man who hasn't walked for ten years learning to make his legs work again. The tension was mounting and we both needed a release.
I spun her round, firmly and slowly. My cock was briefly pressed in to the small of her back and her body was stiff with her head in the crook of my shoulder. Pressing herself back against me. I moved to the side a little and guided her hand back to my cock. She started sawing wood with it. Not pleasant but I endured for one hot minute before placing my hands on her waist and quickly and wordlessly whipping down her panties. Her response was volcanic and wordless. Passion and anger erupting in a confusing and glorious make or break moment of retreat or surrender for her. She stepped out of her panties and turned, furiously to me. I pulled her in to me and rotated her once again. I kissed the back of her neck and the length of my cock was running up her bum to the base of her back. She was pushing herself against me and saying the I must behave.
The blanket chest was upholstered and soft. I pushed forwards and because she was running out of space she put one knee on the chest. I pushed her torso parallel to the bed and the other knee went up. She was now presenting a rather firm and shapely arse to me and all she was wearing was a bra round her waist. Judgement was gone and I stepped in. One hand on her waist and the other starting at the back of her neck and tracing firmly down her spine while I line my cock up with her pussy. The second stroke down her back finished with me with my cock in hand and guiding it towards that wet, wet pussy. I entered and pushed hard. She turned around as well as she could. I had a strong, controlling grip on her hips, and she glared at me. She gave me that look I love. The look of surrender. I want to object and I'm furious but now I have a cock in me and ....ugh, ugh, fuck it.
She turned back and gripped the bedclothes as I worked in her. It was never going to be a long fuck. I could feel the blood surging in my cock and my cock surging in her pussy. She was quietly and embarrasedly grunting with my thrusts. Lost in he moment I just went for it. As fast and hard as I could manage. Triumphant and glorious and lost in the moment. I saw her reach between her legs at one point and start jerking back against me. I was in my own world.
It was only a few minutes. I needed to shoot my load. I wasn't going to do it inside her. Not really thinking about her apparent experience in the sack and that she probably wasn't familiar with the more modern custom of taking a face full may have ruined the final moment for her. I turned her round as I reached my climax. I sat her on the chest and she was breathing hard and looking up at me and I started jerking in her face. I was cumming as she objected and I shot four long gooey ropes of cum on to those fabulous firm titties.
Moment over. I wanted to laugh with relief. She was back to being the adult and looking at me disapprovingly for the mess I had made. She was a sight all right. A mixture of anger and disbelief mixed with disapproving parent. I suggested rubbing it in to her tits but she simply said, "I need a shower...and so do you".
I said go ahead, I think I heard my phone and need to check it. I mean seriously, I wasn't going to take a shower with her. FFS it was my girlfriend's Mum!!
After a few weeks of working this way his gf and her support worker Lisa would also join. Soon after this Lisa, myself and the two community patients would spend each Wednesday together. Groceries, gym and back to the male's house and Lisa and I would hang in the spare office room and chat. Cutting out the bits in between, Lisa and I decided to move in together. We'd spend hours on Rightmove looking at potential places and ultimately decided that it could wait a little while so we could save a little cash and have the place we wanted. A period cottage in a little village, the kind she'd always dreamed of.
Having lost her father a few months prior, Lisa was feeling bad about moving out of her Mum's house and discussed with her Mum the potential for me to move in there while we saved. Having met Lisa's Mum on a number of occasions and done the "I'm being nice and minding my Ps and Qs" kind of thing, Lisa's Mum was happy with this.
In many ways it was nice, getting mothered by two women. Lisa's Mum would often shout up and ask if I'd like a cuppa and she and I would sit and chat in the kitchen at the little table. Lisa's Dad had been a Master Carpenter and so the house was immaculate. Lisa herself had studied at the London College of Fashion and been responsible for decorating the house. Living there, after student accommodation, was a nice problem to have.
Lisa's Mum was in her forties. She was a tall and handsome woman who had taken care of herself but whom you you'd never really look twice at. She did have an air of authority and was, in a quiet way, quite self possessed. I often heard her making jokes that nobody quite got and at times her relationship with Lisa was a little complicated. Lisa and her Father had been very close and her Mum, Mrs. D was came across at times as being a little envious of their closeness. Mrs. D was a little clumsy emotionally and lacked the emotional agility to engage the same way as Lisa and Dad.
I was working agency and Lisa was working shifts so she'd frequently go to work on an early shift and leave me in a very comfortable bed. One morning, Mrs. D stuck her head in the bedroom door and asked if I'd like a cup of tea and I said I'd love it and would be right down. She said she could bring it up and I said that'd be fine as I was getting dressed soon. I lay back for a moment and thought it was a good thing I wasn't beating one out when she stuck her head around the door. I went down for a cuppa and Mrs D made me scrambled eggs.... but a seed had been planted and I think I wanted her to catch me beating one out, just to see what happened.
The next day Lisa and I were on earlies and both returned home and sat in the well-tended and mature garden Mrs. G had planted. There were some garments on the washing line and amongst them were a matching set of bra and knickers. They were brown and transparent with golden embroidery. I loved them and asked Lisa why I didn't ever see her wearing them. She said that they were her Mum's....... "Oh", said I.
Days past and I was quite involved with family stuff with sister and bro in law and hoping to get Lisa out on an early and leave me in bed again. It eventually happened and it was a lovely warm morning with sun pouring in through the bedroom window so I was lying on to of the duvet. I could hear Mrs. D around the upstairs and started thinking about the brown and gold underwear I'd seen on the line. I was getting hard and based on the plan I'd conceived in recent days, I put in my headphones and turned up the music while I stroked. I also closed my eyes...
Well, I had no idea whether she'd come in or not... genius!
I went down for a cuppa and she was in the kitchen and was a little nervous so I asked if everything was all right. She said that she was fine but I sensed tension and I knew she'd come in to our bedroom. I wondered how long she'd stayed and watched but I obviously couldn't bring it up. I hadn't shot my load that morning so was still horny and it felt like there was the finest thread of a 'knowing' connection between us now.
We chatted over tea and I mentioned, again, how much I love the garden. It was truly spectacular. I also mentioned the brown and gold undies and said that I can't wait to see Lisa wearing them but didn't want to tell her to do it as it would sort of ruin a surprise. Mrs. D laughed in an excited and embarrassed way. "They're not hers", she blurted. "They're mine!". I tried to look uncomfortable for a second and then laughed and said sorry but they were very nice. I then got quite serious and said that while I'd never encourage her to keep anything from Lisa, that if she knew I'd even mentioned it that she'd be feel very threatened. So, now Mrs. D and I had a secret.
I took my leave quickly after that and said I was going for a shower. I went upstairs quickly and grabbed the only towel handy. It (really was) a hand towel which did wrap around my hips but obviously didn't cover much. I wrapped it round me and tucked it in and went to the main bathroom. As I walked out of the bedroom, Mrs. D was on the landing and sorting laundry... hence no towels. She stood up and said that he main shower wasn't that good and if I wanted to use the en suite shower next to her bedroom that I could. I felt a twinge... down there. I was wearing the world's smallest towel and I'm 6'4". I said that'd be quite nice but did she want to shower first. She said she'd be quick and went to the en suite bathroom.
I wasn't sure what to do. I had a twinge down there and was just standing on the landing with all kinds of scenarios running through my mind. After a few minutes Mrs. D came to her bedroom door and said she was done. She was wearing a full length grey silk robe. She was mostly dry so it wasn't too clingy but she had erect nipples and they were quite eye-catching. She started to give me instructions on how hot the water got and how to use the dial thing and I commented that it would be better than the shower I had as a student. We chatted for a moment and she sat on the blanket chest at the bottom of her bed.
She was now at eye level with my cock. I hadn't thought about it and began to realise that I had begun...expanding. Not much but it was a beginning. Her nipples were still hard and she was obliviously and quite innocently discussing showers. I was in a kind of dream state where reality was suspended. It was weird. My mind had wandered and I jumped in to her story and said, I hated cold showers too and why had she just had one. She chuckled and said she hadn't and I replied by saying it can't be THAT cold in here. She suddenly became aware of her hard nipples and got nervous and defensive. She retorted by saying, "Well, I saw THAT twitch!", and pointed at my tiny towel... "Oh".
I laughed and deliberately ignored the premise of her statement and with my feet firmly planted on the floor rotated my torso to look behind me and say, "What twitched?", while looking around for the agitated item. "That!", she said and reached out and pointed. I looked down at my semi-erection and said, "No it didn't", in offended tones and then twitched it hard on purpose.She was victorious in her exclamation this time and said, "I definitely saw it that time". I took a step closer and asked her where and this time I maintained a twitch. My tiny towel was looking more like a tent and this time she slowly and deliberately reached out and lifted up the towel. "There...", she said softly.
We were having a moment. Everything seemed to stop and neither of us knew which way to take this.... until the Mother in her kicked in and she said, "go take your shower, I have to get dressed".
I showered with the door open to the en suite. The glass of the shower was steamed and she ignored me. I didn't take long and thought about the beating I was about to give my cock once back in bed and considering, slowly and at length, the possible outcomes of a few minutes ago.
I got out of the shower and still had a semi. I wrapped my now soaked towel around my waist and walked through the bedroom. Mrs. D was there. She was still wearing the long silk robe but it was clear she was now wearing underwear. I was hoping that something witty would come to mind to say and prolong the previous situation but what came out of my mouth was halting and hesitant, "It's probably a good thing you're ....dressed Mrs. D". She said that it was and with a conspiratorial nod down towards her left shoulder she pulled back the fabric of her gown and showed me one brown bra strap. Just the top.
I was suddenly consumed... "Is that the brown set?!", I said with very uncool enthusiasm. She nodded emphatically. I just said wow in an enthusiastic and yet sad way, somehow. She responded quite well to my wounded excitement and said I could see more if I behaved myself. My cock was at station keeping. A serious semi but all this stimulation was mental. She walked from the chest of drawers by the window back to the blanket chest at the foot of the bed and stopped. I approached her, giving an involuntary twitch....down there. She untied the waist cord, let one arm out of her gown and whilst keeping it closed at the waist she sat down on the blanket chest. ANOTHER involuntary twitch from my cock. "Here is the bra", she said and looked down as her finger traced the embroidered gold stitching that covered her erect nipple. How is it possible to be so hesitant and yet so excited??
I looked down and followed her finger with my eyes. I don't think Mrs. D really knew she was being so damn much of a tease. It was like she was providing a public service for the good of the village the way she did it. My cock was straining under my own blood pressure and I looked up to her face and saw her watching it with a vacant expression. "Can I touch the material?" I asked her. She said yes but only with the back of my fingers. I stroked the material across her C-cups with the back of three fingers and she shivered involuntarily. "Mrs. D, do both cups have the same design?". She responded with genuine curiosity and immediately disrobed to the waist. She was still sitting and the robe was gathered round her bum now. She looked at both and said, "No, they're a little different", and looked up at me. "Oh, can I touch the other one too...with the back of my fingers?" She nodded to indicate yes. I edged forwards and felt the warm air on my torso as I moved and reached down with both hands to touch both sides of the bra. I was so close now, and my cock was so hard now, that it was close to her face. The act of leaning forwards to reach down had loosened the towel around my waist and it fell to the floor...
Mrs. D still had a kind of blank expression as I shot upright when the towel fell. I covered myself up and she said in a playfully accusatory tone that I wasn't behaving. I was so engaged and enthralled by her bra that I just knelt down and kept stroking the material. She just kept looking down at my hands like she was making sure I was doing a good job. Then I asked if the pattern on the INSIDE of the bra cup was the same. (The dirty part of my mind was clearly still working on some level). She said it might just look like stitching but she pulled the front of one of the cups away from her boob. I suggested it might be easier to see if the shoulder strap came off too. She did it without thinking. Just one. She started to peel it away and even from right in front of her I could clearly see her nipple while she was engrossed in looking at the stitching. My cock was twitching like crazy, partly deliberately. I wanted her to know. I asked if I could touch the inside and she said ok. I touched the inside of her bra cup with the back of my fingers and my fingertips grazed her nipple. Contact! I stopped moving and hoped she wouldn't stop me. Seconds seemed to take minutes and I became aware of my cock, again. I motioned with my free hand to the other side and as if she knew I was going to ask about stitching she slipped the strap from the other side and put her hand by her side. I peeled down the other side and just like that her tits were out. Wow. Teardrops with high, still erect, nipples. C's and very firm. I began to rub the sides of her boobs with the backs of my fingers and then asked her to stand. That awkward little moment when your legs are sore and you need to stretch. She stood, almost unaware that she was pretty much topless. My erect cock almost touching her knickers.
I was looking at her boobs and stroking carefully, gently, not wanting to break the moment. I then looked up and she was studying my fascination. Staring intently at my face. In what felt like a make or break moment I asked, "Is the gold embroidery on the front of the panties the same?" I didn't get a reply. I just moved my hand down from her boob. I ran my fingertips down her tummy and in to the elastic waistband of her knickers. I slowly moved the backs of my fingers against the inside of her panties and worked my way lower. I was now breathing heavily and she was apprehensive but I could feel her urgency. She adjusted her stance and moved her feet apart. I looked in to her eyes and she was in a moment where belief and judgment were suspended. Waiting.
She was wet.My first contact with her clitoris made her weak at the knees. I instinctively pulled her towards me to support her weight and she felt the stiffness of my cock against her waist. We stayed in this position for perhaps a minute. One arm wrapped around me for support and one hanging limply by her side. She was jerking softly to the movement of my fingers in her panties. We didn't discuss afterwards, but she may have come on my fingers. We didn't kiss but at some point she realised that she was a participant and in a strange uncomfortable and languorous way reached for my cock. She grabbed it like she was picking up and hammer and started to roughly jerk it. It was like watching a man who hasn't walked for ten years learning to make his legs work again. The tension was mounting and we both needed a release.
I spun her round, firmly and slowly. My cock was briefly pressed in to the small of her back and her body was stiff with her head in the crook of my shoulder. Pressing herself back against me. I moved to the side a little and guided her hand back to my cock. She started sawing wood with it. Not pleasant but I endured for one hot minute before placing my hands on her waist and quickly and wordlessly whipping down her panties. Her response was volcanic and wordless. Passion and anger erupting in a confusing and glorious make or break moment of retreat or surrender for her. She stepped out of her panties and turned, furiously to me. I pulled her in to me and rotated her once again. I kissed the back of her neck and the length of my cock was running up her bum to the base of her back. She was pushing herself against me and saying the I must behave.
The blanket chest was upholstered and soft. I pushed forwards and because she was running out of space she put one knee on the chest. I pushed her torso parallel to the bed and the other knee went up. She was now presenting a rather firm and shapely arse to me and all she was wearing was a bra round her waist. Judgement was gone and I stepped in. One hand on her waist and the other starting at the back of her neck and tracing firmly down her spine while I line my cock up with her pussy. The second stroke down her back finished with me with my cock in hand and guiding it towards that wet, wet pussy. I entered and pushed hard. She turned around as well as she could. I had a strong, controlling grip on her hips, and she glared at me. She gave me that look I love. The look of surrender. I want to object and I'm furious but now I have a cock in me and ....ugh, ugh, fuck it.
She turned back and gripped the bedclothes as I worked in her. It was never going to be a long fuck. I could feel the blood surging in my cock and my cock surging in her pussy. She was quietly and embarrasedly grunting with my thrusts. Lost in he moment I just went for it. As fast and hard as I could manage. Triumphant and glorious and lost in the moment. I saw her reach between her legs at one point and start jerking back against me. I was in my own world.
It was only a few minutes. I needed to shoot my load. I wasn't going to do it inside her. Not really thinking about her apparent experience in the sack and that she probably wasn't familiar with the more modern custom of taking a face full may have ruined the final moment for her. I turned her round as I reached my climax. I sat her on the chest and she was breathing hard and looking up at me and I started jerking in her face. I was cumming as she objected and I shot four long gooey ropes of cum on to those fabulous firm titties.
Moment over. I wanted to laugh with relief. She was back to being the adult and looking at me disapprovingly for the mess I had made. She was a sight all right. A mixture of anger and disbelief mixed with disapproving parent. I suggested rubbing it in to her tits but she simply said, "I need a shower...and so do you".
I said go ahead, I think I heard my phone and need to check it. I mean seriously, I wasn't going to take a shower with her. FFS it was my girlfriend's Mum!!
Lynne
- 13.08.2022
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