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Things were awkward. No matter how hard we tried to cover things up with pleasantries…I’d fucked my girlfriend’s mother. Memories kept me up at night…and questions. Was she planning it all along? When she offered to pick me up that day was it just kindness or did she know her husband would be out? Maybe she knew I’d be able to see through her dress when she returned from that shower? Maybe she knew I’d look in the wrong draw? Questions. Questions. Questions. Of course the more I pondered it, the clearer the memories became and the more they turned me on late at night.
Every time I masturbated, it was to thoughts of her magnificent breasts and rock-hard nipples. To thoughts of the mound of dark, curly hair sitting just above her sex as she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. To thoughts of how heat radiated from her cunt and her wet desire flowed onto my hand as she grinded her clit like a bitch in heat. I shot many a load remembering the whirlwind of sucking and fucking we found ourselves caught in during that fateful afternoon and the deposit of my own sticky cum that I left in her pussy.
But now? I’d bump into her at their house and our eyes would briefly meet then dart aside. We gave forced laughs at each other’s jokes. If my hand brushed hers, she’d flinch. If she leaned a little too close to me, I’d become a statue. The situation was untenable. As usual, my partner, her father and her brothers noticed nothing. The elephant in the room was second to whatever the topic of the day was for them and myself and her mother would sit at opposite ends of the table, giving fleeting glances to each other and becoming more and more uncomfortable.
The night in question was a Friday. After a long week at work, my girlfriend invited me to stay at her parents’ house for the weekend. Dinner was awkward as usual with the usual nattering from the rest of the family accompanied by nervous tapping on the table and occasional stares from the woman who had been cumming at my command not too long ago.
What I did notice however, was how much she drank.
The woman didn’t mind a glass of wine on Friday night, this I knew, but on this occasion she was going for it. Two bottles of red wine to herself and no signs of slowing down. Impressed with how well she was holding up, I joked that her husband would need to watch out tonight. Cue rounds of laughter from the rest of the table but only a small grin and a muttered agreement from her.
Dinner done, dishes packed away and TV watched to death – it hit midnight and everyone retired to bed. I found myself awake in bed with a snoring partner beside me, and as usual, a million and one fantasies of married pussy and see-through dresses to contend with before I could fall asleep. Tonight though, I was losing the battle. My brain refused to grant me the gift of rest….and so did my bladder.
My girlfriend’ parents’ room was next to ours and the bathroom was next to theirs. An ajar door caught my attention briefly as I passed it in the hallway but I paid it no mind, I was more concerned with how painful it was going to be to piss with a hard-on the size of the Empire State Building. Having soldiered through that ordeal, I began to edge back down hallway when I heard it.
A muffled grunt.
An unmistakable sound.
The sound someone makes when they want to speak but their mouth is otherwise occupied.
I partly hadn’t paid attention to the ajar door that I passed before because I was walking away from the door and focused on reaching the promised land of Bathroomtopia but on my return, I could see through the gap and into the room.
My partner’s Mum was completely naked and sitting on the edge of the bed. Her legs were apart and from the moonlight I could see that her clit had swollen to form a pink button just above the plump outer lips of her cunt. Her tits swung back and forth rhythmically and though he had his back to me, I could make out the shaft of her husband’s cock forming a column leading to her mouth. Her right hand was angled up to hold it as she sucked on his manhood greedily and as her saliva leaked from her mouth and down over her breasts, she used her left hand to rub it over her stiffening nipples. Occasionally she would pinch a nipple but when she wanted more stimulation she bought one of his hands from behind her head to keep her nipple hard with a pinch while she used her free hand to rub her clit. She liked it rough, that I could tell. I wondered how I hadn’t heard her moans at his nipple-pulling before or the smacking of her hand against her pussy as she finger-fucked herself.
I became too relaxed. Shit. My hard-on had begun to talk to me, begging me to pull it out and satisfy it. I’d shifted my weight onto my heels and the floorboards had given the tiniest of creaks. He hadn’t moved a muscle but her eyes instantly flicked towards the gap in the door. Our eyes locked and I recognised a hint of surprise but she didn’t break her stride.
She was sucking him off and looking right at me.
She was speeding up, her head bobbing forwards and backwards. Her fingers being driven deeper and deeper into her sopping wet love-hole. She was trying desperately to grind her clit on the damp bedsheets below her and all the while, staring unblinkingly into my eyes with her husband’s cock in her mouth.
He was a big man and it took him no great effort to flip her over onto the bed and pull her onto all fours in front of him. He knelt at the altar and spread the round cheeks beautifully juxtaposed against the top of her vagina to reveal his target. Her puckered asshole stared at both of us and he wasted no time in running his tongue from its bottom to its top. Cleaning her, worshipping her, pleasuring her. Her hand flew backwards and pulled his head in closer so she would be rimmed to completion. I wondered how far his tongue was up her ass and couldn’t help it anymore.
My cock met the cool air and I began to heed its endless request for satisfaction. Wanking in front of my girlfriend’s Mum having her arse licked was a new frontier for me but it took about three minutes to realise that she had definitely set up the whole encounter leading up to our first fuck.
Her husband was terrible at fucking. With no rhythm to his strokes, he fucked like a dog only concerned with cumming. The man finished in record time only to flop face down on the bed and begin to breathe heavily as he fell asleep.
She rolled over onto her back and looked back towards where I was standing. Her eyes locked onto mine again and without a sound, she spread her legs. Her left hand crept onto her sex and began to massage it gently. Her fingers slid into the warm cum-filled pussy and searched for treasure. They returned from their expedition with what she had been looking for. His milky seed coated her fingers and still steaming hot from her cunt she placed them delicately into her mouth. Not a drop was wasted as I saw her throat contract and relax and I imagined it was my own cum sliding down into her stomach. Several expeditions followed and each time her fingers returned from her pussy with her husband’s cum she would drink it as though it was liquid gold.
Orally sated, there was only one thing left to do. She couldn’t let him sleep and not get her reward for sucking his dick. She was too proud for that. The dried cum on her fingers only added extra sensation as she rubbed them on her engorged clitoris. The heat built above her breasts and her nipples stood to attention as she pressed on her button harder and harder, pulling it left and right, up and down until her back arched and an orgasm took its hold of her. I could hear the wetness of her pussy as her inner walls shook and released the trapped air and met this sound with my own load – all over her bedroom carpet.
As her orgasm subsided and she regained a sense of reality…her eyes flicked to mine one more time. She was breathing heavily as she began to fall asleep but I caught her mouth forming the shapes of words while her eyelids began to close over the pupils fixed on me.
“I….want….you”.
Every time I masturbated, it was to thoughts of her magnificent breasts and rock-hard nipples. To thoughts of the mound of dark, curly hair sitting just above her sex as she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. To thoughts of how heat radiated from her cunt and her wet desire flowed onto my hand as she grinded her clit like a bitch in heat. I shot many a load remembering the whirlwind of sucking and fucking we found ourselves caught in during that fateful afternoon and the deposit of my own sticky cum that I left in her pussy.
But now? I’d bump into her at their house and our eyes would briefly meet then dart aside. We gave forced laughs at each other’s jokes. If my hand brushed hers, she’d flinch. If she leaned a little too close to me, I’d become a statue. The situation was untenable. As usual, my partner, her father and her brothers noticed nothing. The elephant in the room was second to whatever the topic of the day was for them and myself and her mother would sit at opposite ends of the table, giving fleeting glances to each other and becoming more and more uncomfortable.
The night in question was a Friday. After a long week at work, my girlfriend invited me to stay at her parents’ house for the weekend. Dinner was awkward as usual with the usual nattering from the rest of the family accompanied by nervous tapping on the table and occasional stares from the woman who had been cumming at my command not too long ago.
What I did notice however, was how much she drank.
The woman didn’t mind a glass of wine on Friday night, this I knew, but on this occasion she was going for it. Two bottles of red wine to herself and no signs of slowing down. Impressed with how well she was holding up, I joked that her husband would need to watch out tonight. Cue rounds of laughter from the rest of the table but only a small grin and a muttered agreement from her.
Dinner done, dishes packed away and TV watched to death – it hit midnight and everyone retired to bed. I found myself awake in bed with a snoring partner beside me, and as usual, a million and one fantasies of married pussy and see-through dresses to contend with before I could fall asleep. Tonight though, I was losing the battle. My brain refused to grant me the gift of rest….and so did my bladder.
My girlfriend’ parents’ room was next to ours and the bathroom was next to theirs. An ajar door caught my attention briefly as I passed it in the hallway but I paid it no mind, I was more concerned with how painful it was going to be to piss with a hard-on the size of the Empire State Building. Having soldiered through that ordeal, I began to edge back down hallway when I heard it.
A muffled grunt.
An unmistakable sound.
The sound someone makes when they want to speak but their mouth is otherwise occupied.
I partly hadn’t paid attention to the ajar door that I passed before because I was walking away from the door and focused on reaching the promised land of Bathroomtopia but on my return, I could see through the gap and into the room.
My partner’s Mum was completely naked and sitting on the edge of the bed. Her legs were apart and from the moonlight I could see that her clit had swollen to form a pink button just above the plump outer lips of her cunt. Her tits swung back and forth rhythmically and though he had his back to me, I could make out the shaft of her husband’s cock forming a column leading to her mouth. Her right hand was angled up to hold it as she sucked on his manhood greedily and as her saliva leaked from her mouth and down over her breasts, she used her left hand to rub it over her stiffening nipples. Occasionally she would pinch a nipple but when she wanted more stimulation she bought one of his hands from behind her head to keep her nipple hard with a pinch while she used her free hand to rub her clit. She liked it rough, that I could tell. I wondered how I hadn’t heard her moans at his nipple-pulling before or the smacking of her hand against her pussy as she finger-fucked herself.
I became too relaxed. Shit. My hard-on had begun to talk to me, begging me to pull it out and satisfy it. I’d shifted my weight onto my heels and the floorboards had given the tiniest of creaks. He hadn’t moved a muscle but her eyes instantly flicked towards the gap in the door. Our eyes locked and I recognised a hint of surprise but she didn’t break her stride.
She was sucking him off and looking right at me.
She was speeding up, her head bobbing forwards and backwards. Her fingers being driven deeper and deeper into her sopping wet love-hole. She was trying desperately to grind her clit on the damp bedsheets below her and all the while, staring unblinkingly into my eyes with her husband’s cock in her mouth.
He was a big man and it took him no great effort to flip her over onto the bed and pull her onto all fours in front of him. He knelt at the altar and spread the round cheeks beautifully juxtaposed against the top of her vagina to reveal his target. Her puckered asshole stared at both of us and he wasted no time in running his tongue from its bottom to its top. Cleaning her, worshipping her, pleasuring her. Her hand flew backwards and pulled his head in closer so she would be rimmed to completion. I wondered how far his tongue was up her ass and couldn’t help it anymore.
My cock met the cool air and I began to heed its endless request for satisfaction. Wanking in front of my girlfriend’s Mum having her arse licked was a new frontier for me but it took about three minutes to realise that she had definitely set up the whole encounter leading up to our first fuck.
Her husband was terrible at fucking. With no rhythm to his strokes, he fucked like a dog only concerned with cumming. The man finished in record time only to flop face down on the bed and begin to breathe heavily as he fell asleep.
She rolled over onto her back and looked back towards where I was standing. Her eyes locked onto mine again and without a sound, she spread her legs. Her left hand crept onto her sex and began to massage it gently. Her fingers slid into the warm cum-filled pussy and searched for treasure. They returned from their expedition with what she had been looking for. His milky seed coated her fingers and still steaming hot from her cunt she placed them delicately into her mouth. Not a drop was wasted as I saw her throat contract and relax and I imagined it was my own cum sliding down into her stomach. Several expeditions followed and each time her fingers returned from her pussy with her husband’s cum she would drink it as though it was liquid gold.
Orally sated, there was only one thing left to do. She couldn’t let him sleep and not get her reward for sucking his dick. She was too proud for that. The dried cum on her fingers only added extra sensation as she rubbed them on her engorged clitoris. The heat built above her breasts and her nipples stood to attention as she pressed on her button harder and harder, pulling it left and right, up and down until her back arched and an orgasm took its hold of her. I could hear the wetness of her pussy as her inner walls shook and released the trapped air and met this sound with my own load – all over her bedroom carpet.
As her orgasm subsided and she regained a sense of reality…her eyes flicked to mine one more time. She was breathing heavily as she began to fall asleep but I caught her mouth forming the shapes of words while her eyelids began to close over the pupils fixed on me.
“I….want….you”.
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