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Mrs. Walsh opened the door and was shocked and very
happy to see her daughter’s boyfriend. Brenda was out,
but she invited him in any way. Always happy to see his
young handsome face around the house, she brought him
into the kitchen and began talking to him, neglecting to
mention Brenda was probably gone for the afternoon. So
was her husband and son. All were off doing other
things, leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for
herself.
She had been doing just that too. She had been doing
laundry when she accidentally bumped against the washing
machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating
on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her
ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when
the doorbell rang.
Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine, zipped
up and went to the door. Five minutes later she was sort
of happy she had. Dylan had jogged over to the house and
he was wearing a tight T-shirt and short thigh hugging
shorts. Mrs. Walsh had never found his body very
appealing, always wondering what her daughter saw in the
boy, but with a sheen of sweat and a tight pair of
drawers, she could see what got Brenda going.
It was getting her going too. Soon she was locked in the
dilemma of talking to the boy for hours or finding a way
to get him out the door so she could masturbate and
fantasize about his young body. She felt a bit perverted
thinking of her daughter’s boyfriend that way, but she
had fantasized numerous times about her son’s friends.
“Mrs. Walsh, I’m really sweaty, is there any chance I
could borrow your shower. I don’t want to stink up your
house.”
Her heart leapt at the thought of the boy naked in her
house. Why shower, she wondered. She liked the way he
smelled right then and there. But she also liked the
idea of letting him use the shower though because while
his shower was going, she could entertain herself. She
led him to Brenda’s room, telling him to use her shower.
She returned to the bathroom with towels, hoping to
catch him shirtless and he was. Unlike her husband, his
body was still very firm and almost hairless. Mrs. Walsh
felt a warmness in her loins and she hurriedly excused
herself, bee-lining for her room where her shorts and
undies fell and her fingers played their magic.
After her orgasm was done, she passed by the room,
noting that the shower was not running anymore. She
suddenly realized the poor boy had no clothes to change
into. Although his running around naked was a fine idea
from her point of view, a 18 year old naked boy
would get her in major trouble.
She grabbed some clothing from her son’s room and
knocked on her daughter’s door. There was no answer,
figuring he would have the bathroom door closed, she
opened the door and stepped into the room.
He didn’t have the bathroom door closed and Mrs. Walsh
saw more of Dylan than she had expected. He was standing
over the toilet buck naked, his right hand jacking
himself off. With the door open she could hear his
moaning and the music coming from Brenda’s stereo. He
had been so into what he was doing, he hadn’t heard the
door open.
She stood aghast, mouth open, her free hand dropping to
her still moist crotch. He was so into what he was
doing, his teeth were bared and he had bent slightly at
the knees, his hand moving more quickly. The phone rang
and Mrs. Walsh let out a yelp of surprise. Dylan twisted
suddenly, his hand in mid-pull, his face registering
shock and shame. The clothes in her hand fell and she
looked from him to the phone and back again. Dylan
stepped away from the toilet, his hand still wrapped
around his tool. On the fourth ring the machine
downstairs picked up the line and the two stood still in
silence.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walsh. I don’t know-“ he began to say
but she moved forward, crossing into the bathroom and
kneeling down before him. Pushing his hand aside, Mrs.
Walsh rubbed her hand up the length of his long stiff
penis. Her lips formed and oh and she tongued the pre-
cum, loving the taste. She hadn’t given head since her
husband’s birthday five months before but within in
moments she was back at it, loving the feeling it gave
her.
Dylan groaned his approval and leaned his head back,
loving the sensation of Mrs. Walsh’s mouth sucking his
dick. He was so turned on it was unbelievable. The pit
of his stomach was beginning to hurt as his orgasm
neared. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend’s mother was
blowing him or that it was so much better. Unable to
control himself anymore he warned of his climax but she
kept sucking him. That turned him on even more,
considering her daughter always pulled away, making him
shoot it in the air. He pumped his load into her mouth,
spraying the back of her throat.
Mrs. Walsh swallowed every drop, knowing it turned guys
on. She didn’t like the taste much but from her years
experience she had learned guys like to get off in
women’s mouths. Upon finishing his orgasm, she continued
tweaking his dick, wringing out more cum. She even went
so far as to pull it from her mouth and rub him off more
with her long thin hands, licking off the residue cum
for him to see.
Leaning back on the carpeted floor, Mrs. Walsh undid her
belt and Dylan obediently dropped between her legs.
Without a word, he pulled her shorts and panties off,
noticing the wetness and knowing the blow job had caused
it. His mouth went to her bush, slurping at her vertical
smile. Mrs. Walsh groaned her approval and began playing
with her own breasts as Dylan sucked her pussy. She
hadn’t been eaten out in years and he brought her to a
climax quickly and easily a few times.
By the time Dylan finished eating her out, Mrs. Walsh’s
top was off and her bra was askew. Dylan moved up her
body, stopping to suckle her breasts. As he did, he
felt. Mrs. Walsh’s hands begin jerking his penis. Five
more minutes and he was again rock hard, dying to fuck
Mrs. Walsh’s dripping cunt.
With a solid shove he was in her and their bodies were
one. Unlike Brenda, Mrs. Walsh was not a loud fuck and
that left Dylan to do most of the grunting as he
manhandled his long tool deep inside her. Her jerking
body and kneading hands kept him going, while her long
thin legs, ankles crossed, pushed him on. He finally
came, depositing his seed in her with one mighty scream.
He collapsed onto her body, their sweat dripping as they
panted.
Feeling a bit ashamed, she crawled out from under him
and showered in her own room. When she stepped out, he
was standing there, offering to towel her off. Declining
the invitation, she toweled off her body and wrapped the
towel around herself, confusing Dylan with her sudden
bashfulness. She passed him, mentioning they should get
dressed because Brenda could be home soon.
She bent to retrieve her shirt and felt his hand pat her
exposed snatch. Mrs. Walsh unintentionally moaned.
Straightening up, she looked back to see him standing
behind her, his hand still between her legs. With his
free hand he tugged her towel down. The cool air caused
her nipples to harden more. Dylan slid to his knees, his
lips kissing her firm ass. Still rubbing her moist pussy
with one hand, he used the other to separate her ass
cheeks, his tongue probing her rear. Mrs. Walsh groaned
again, loving the sensation. She hadn’t received a ream
job since college. He tongued her asshole for awhile,
while his fingers tickled her clit. She came long and
hard.
Before realizing it, she bent at the waist and demanded,
“Fuck me from behind.”
Dylan was shocked by her language and by the suggestion.
Standing up, he grasped her thighs and pushed his
erection into her slick trench. She grunted loudly, as
his tool slid into her. She was so well lubricated that
he quickly found a fast rhythm, and their bodies crashed
together.
“Wait a second,” she demanded, straightening up and
forcing him to bend his knees. His cock slipped from her
dripping bush, but he held fast to her hips. Clutching
her, his lips kissing her neck, Mrs. Walsh could feel
Dylan’s manhood trapped against her ass cheeks. It felt
like a thick pulsating pipe. His hands slid around her
body, roughly squeezing her breasts, while he rubbed
himself against her. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
Releasing her, Dylan followed Mrs. Walsh to the bedroom.
They climbed onto the bed together, Dylan’s body dr****g
over hers. He guided himself back into her from behind,
Mrs. Walsh moaning her approval again. Kissing her back
as he rocked his pelvis into her, Dylan thought he was
going to shoot any instant. Brenda had never done it
standing up with him and only once had he spooned her
like this.
Grabbing Mrs. Walsh’s thigh, he rocked to his side some
and she followed suit, keeping him in her. He glanced up
at the floor to ceiling mirror across from the bed. Mrs.
Walsh’s teeth were bared and her body was covered in a
sheen of sweat. As he thrust and she matched him, her
small breasts jiggled wildly.
“Slow down,” she commanded, “I don’t want you to cum
too fast.”
He did as she ordered, slowing to the point that he was
barely moving his prick in her box. Wrapping his hand
around one of her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, while
kissing her neck and ear. Soon even that was too much
and Dylan found himself increasing the tempo to the
point that the king size bed shook mightily. Her moans
began to become audible and he joined, the two keening
loudly. With a huge grunt, he deposited his third load
of that day.
END
happy to see her daughter’s boyfriend. Brenda was out,
but she invited him in any way. Always happy to see his
young handsome face around the house, she brought him
into the kitchen and began talking to him, neglecting to
mention Brenda was probably gone for the afternoon. So
was her husband and son. All were off doing other
things, leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for
herself.
She had been doing just that too. She had been doing
laundry when she accidentally bumped against the washing
machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating
on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her
ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when
the doorbell rang.
Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine, zipped
up and went to the door. Five minutes later she was sort
of happy she had. Dylan had jogged over to the house and
he was wearing a tight T-shirt and short thigh hugging
shorts. Mrs. Walsh had never found his body very
appealing, always wondering what her daughter saw in the
boy, but with a sheen of sweat and a tight pair of
drawers, she could see what got Brenda going.
It was getting her going too. Soon she was locked in the
dilemma of talking to the boy for hours or finding a way
to get him out the door so she could masturbate and
fantasize about his young body. She felt a bit perverted
thinking of her daughter’s boyfriend that way, but she
had fantasized numerous times about her son’s friends.
“Mrs. Walsh, I’m really sweaty, is there any chance I
could borrow your shower. I don’t want to stink up your
house.”
Her heart leapt at the thought of the boy naked in her
house. Why shower, she wondered. She liked the way he
smelled right then and there. But she also liked the
idea of letting him use the shower though because while
his shower was going, she could entertain herself. She
led him to Brenda’s room, telling him to use her shower.
She returned to the bathroom with towels, hoping to
catch him shirtless and he was. Unlike her husband, his
body was still very firm and almost hairless. Mrs. Walsh
felt a warmness in her loins and she hurriedly excused
herself, bee-lining for her room where her shorts and
undies fell and her fingers played their magic.
After her orgasm was done, she passed by the room,
noting that the shower was not running anymore. She
suddenly realized the poor boy had no clothes to change
into. Although his running around naked was a fine idea
from her point of view, a 18 year old naked boy
would get her in major trouble.
She grabbed some clothing from her son’s room and
knocked on her daughter’s door. There was no answer,
figuring he would have the bathroom door closed, she
opened the door and stepped into the room.
He didn’t have the bathroom door closed and Mrs. Walsh
saw more of Dylan than she had expected. He was standing
over the toilet buck naked, his right hand jacking
himself off. With the door open she could hear his
moaning and the music coming from Brenda’s stereo. He
had been so into what he was doing, he hadn’t heard the
door open.
She stood aghast, mouth open, her free hand dropping to
her still moist crotch. He was so into what he was
doing, his teeth were bared and he had bent slightly at
the knees, his hand moving more quickly. The phone rang
and Mrs. Walsh let out a yelp of surprise. Dylan twisted
suddenly, his hand in mid-pull, his face registering
shock and shame. The clothes in her hand fell and she
looked from him to the phone and back again. Dylan
stepped away from the toilet, his hand still wrapped
around his tool. On the fourth ring the machine
downstairs picked up the line and the two stood still in
silence.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walsh. I don’t know-“ he began to say
but she moved forward, crossing into the bathroom and
kneeling down before him. Pushing his hand aside, Mrs.
Walsh rubbed her hand up the length of his long stiff
penis. Her lips formed and oh and she tongued the pre-
cum, loving the taste. She hadn’t given head since her
husband’s birthday five months before but within in
moments she was back at it, loving the feeling it gave
her.
Dylan groaned his approval and leaned his head back,
loving the sensation of Mrs. Walsh’s mouth sucking his
dick. He was so turned on it was unbelievable. The pit
of his stomach was beginning to hurt as his orgasm
neared. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend’s mother was
blowing him or that it was so much better. Unable to
control himself anymore he warned of his climax but she
kept sucking him. That turned him on even more,
considering her daughter always pulled away, making him
shoot it in the air. He pumped his load into her mouth,
spraying the back of her throat.
Mrs. Walsh swallowed every drop, knowing it turned guys
on. She didn’t like the taste much but from her years
experience she had learned guys like to get off in
women’s mouths. Upon finishing his orgasm, she continued
tweaking his dick, wringing out more cum. She even went
so far as to pull it from her mouth and rub him off more
with her long thin hands, licking off the residue cum
for him to see.
Leaning back on the carpeted floor, Mrs. Walsh undid her
belt and Dylan obediently dropped between her legs.
Without a word, he pulled her shorts and panties off,
noticing the wetness and knowing the blow job had caused
it. His mouth went to her bush, slurping at her vertical
smile. Mrs. Walsh groaned her approval and began playing
with her own breasts as Dylan sucked her pussy. She
hadn’t been eaten out in years and he brought her to a
climax quickly and easily a few times.
By the time Dylan finished eating her out, Mrs. Walsh’s
top was off and her bra was askew. Dylan moved up her
body, stopping to suckle her breasts. As he did, he
felt. Mrs. Walsh’s hands begin jerking his penis. Five
more minutes and he was again rock hard, dying to fuck
Mrs. Walsh’s dripping cunt.
With a solid shove he was in her and their bodies were
one. Unlike Brenda, Mrs. Walsh was not a loud fuck and
that left Dylan to do most of the grunting as he
manhandled his long tool deep inside her. Her jerking
body and kneading hands kept him going, while her long
thin legs, ankles crossed, pushed him on. He finally
came, depositing his seed in her with one mighty scream.
He collapsed onto her body, their sweat dripping as they
panted.
Feeling a bit ashamed, she crawled out from under him
and showered in her own room. When she stepped out, he
was standing there, offering to towel her off. Declining
the invitation, she toweled off her body and wrapped the
towel around herself, confusing Dylan with her sudden
bashfulness. She passed him, mentioning they should get
dressed because Brenda could be home soon.
She bent to retrieve her shirt and felt his hand pat her
exposed snatch. Mrs. Walsh unintentionally moaned.
Straightening up, she looked back to see him standing
behind her, his hand still between her legs. With his
free hand he tugged her towel down. The cool air caused
her nipples to harden more. Dylan slid to his knees, his
lips kissing her firm ass. Still rubbing her moist pussy
with one hand, he used the other to separate her ass
cheeks, his tongue probing her rear. Mrs. Walsh groaned
again, loving the sensation. She hadn’t received a ream
job since college. He tongued her asshole for awhile,
while his fingers tickled her clit. She came long and
hard.
Before realizing it, she bent at the waist and demanded,
“Fuck me from behind.”
Dylan was shocked by her language and by the suggestion.
Standing up, he grasped her thighs and pushed his
erection into her slick trench. She grunted loudly, as
his tool slid into her. She was so well lubricated that
he quickly found a fast rhythm, and their bodies crashed
together.
“Wait a second,” she demanded, straightening up and
forcing him to bend his knees. His cock slipped from her
dripping bush, but he held fast to her hips. Clutching
her, his lips kissing her neck, Mrs. Walsh could feel
Dylan’s manhood trapped against her ass cheeks. It felt
like a thick pulsating pipe. His hands slid around her
body, roughly squeezing her breasts, while he rubbed
himself against her. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
Releasing her, Dylan followed Mrs. Walsh to the bedroom.
They climbed onto the bed together, Dylan’s body dr****g
over hers. He guided himself back into her from behind,
Mrs. Walsh moaning her approval again. Kissing her back
as he rocked his pelvis into her, Dylan thought he was
going to shoot any instant. Brenda had never done it
standing up with him and only once had he spooned her
like this.
Grabbing Mrs. Walsh’s thigh, he rocked to his side some
and she followed suit, keeping him in her. He glanced up
at the floor to ceiling mirror across from the bed. Mrs.
Walsh’s teeth were bared and her body was covered in a
sheen of sweat. As he thrust and she matched him, her
small breasts jiggled wildly.
“Slow down,” she commanded, “I don’t want you to cum
too fast.”
He did as she ordered, slowing to the point that he was
barely moving his prick in her box. Wrapping his hand
around one of her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, while
kissing her neck and ear. Soon even that was too much
and Dylan found himself increasing the tempo to the
point that the king size bed shook mightily. Her moans
began to become audible and he joined, the two keening
loudly. With a huge grunt, he deposited his third load
of that day.
END
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