My Sister JeanChapter 9 Jean s Surrender
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I was fresh out of high school, working over the summer before college at a department store. I befriended a middle-aged woman named Jean who had a vivacious personality that gave off a young energy for a woman who openly admitted to being in her 50s. Jean had no reason to apologize, she had such an infectious energy. Everyone loved her.
I adored her. As the summer went on, I grew to absolutely love her.
Jean took a liking to me, too. I was 18, tall and lean with messy brown hair. She would joke to girls who I may have been talking to that "he's all mine, you can't have him!" Everyone on the store staff found it adorable.
"She's old enough to be your grandmother!" one girl said. "It's so cute."
Secretly, there was nothing cute about it. Jean may have been in her 50s, but there was something about her body that caught my eye from the very beginning. She was just built the right way, if you ask me: shapely with wonderful skin. She had light blonde/gray hair that fell around her face and shoulders with bangs over her perpetually happy eyes.
She was always well dressed; conservatively but still a hint of suggestion. Button-up blouses with halters underneath. Flowing skirts. Her nails were always done. Her makeup always right.
Oh and those tits. Big, round momma tits. They weren't obvious, but they were impossible to not notice if you were a breast man like me.
She caught on quickly that I was, indeed, a breast man.
"You don't have x-ray vision, do ya?" she once whispered to me.
"Why do you ask?" I laughed.
"Because you're staring at my girls as if you're trying to see through this blouse!" she grinned.
I turned red. She then touched my hand.
"Honey, it's flattering. Don't even worry."
From that moment on, it became a daily joke. She'd give me a wink, adjust herself or pull back her shoulders. I'd smile and give them a once-over and nod with approval. Once in a while she'd come by with a bra from the ladies lingerie section and hold it up.
"Think this'll fit?"
I'd shake my head. "Oh no, way too small."
The flirting intensified into August. I was leaving Labor Day weekend and knew our time was coming to an end. I wanted to spend time with her, I wanted her to know how often I masterbated thinking about her amazing breasts, but I just didn't know how to approach her. I wasn't sure if this was just an innocent playful thing or if she really was into me.
Then one day in the break room, she asked if anyone knew of a painter. I offered my services.
She grinned. When we were alone, she said, "Do you want to come to my house and paint my bedroom ceiling?" I nodded, "I can do that."
We picked a day we both had the night shift and I went to her house around 9 a.m. I showed up in painting pants and brought a ladder and brushes. When I came to the door she saw me and laughed.
"What?"
"So you really came to paint!" she replied.
Uh...yeah?
She was dressed in a housecoat of some sort and her hair was wet from a shower. When she let me into the house, I saw her living room covered in drop cloths with a ladder and scaffold to the cathedral ceiling.
She grinned. "Follow me, honey," she said.
I went down a hall of pictures of her k**s at various years of their life and past empty bedrooms now used for an office and sewing. At the end was the master bedroom.
She turned at the door.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nodded, still somewhat confused.
The room looked fresh and clean. I realized I wasn't there to paint.
She stood by the bed and faced me. She bit her lip and looked me over.
"How old are you?" she asked. "No, forget it. Don't tell me."
She put her hand on my chest and closed her eyes. She took my hand and placed it on her chest, over her housecoat. I felt her breast.
My cock sprung immediately to action. I began kissing her deeply and massaging her tit. She reached right for my pants and unfastened them. In seconds, my pants were open, her hand was massaging my balls and I was popping open her housecoat.
Those tits were sitting in a big white lace bra, with cups the size of my face. Cleavage that ran down her chest like an arrow pointing to my destination. She took a deep breath as I buried my face in her busom. I kissed her chest and kneeded her big, heavy breasts. She began to stroke my cock slowly.
She guided me to the bed and I sat down. She stood before me, looking down at me with the most serious expression I'd ever seen from her, and opened the rest of her housecoat until it feel to the floor. I looked over her 50-something year old body and noticed only the delicious ripeness of it. She peeled down her bra, spun it around and unclasped the big clasp by her stomach. I stared hungrily at her gigantic breasts (40F cup was her size, I had previously learned), with her wide, pink areolas and perky nipples that pointed downward over her navel.
She kneeled down between my thighs and pulled off my pants. I took off my t-shirt and watched her work over my cock. She stroked me while she sucked the head. I lifted her breasts around my shaft and tit-fucked her while she sucked my head.
It didnt take long. Within moments I was blowing my load. She pulled her head back and let my cum fire into the air. I coated her tits with milky cum and she smiled.
"Good boy," she whispered as she watched shot after shot explode from me.
As I was catching my breath, she pushed me back on the bed. Her panties were off and she climbed over my hips. She took my cock and guided it into her awaiting, wet pussy.
She moaned deeply. I watched her fuck me slowly, grinding herself against me. My cock was deep inside her and I could feel her pussy quiver.
"Ohhh, so goood," she repeated. "So goood."
I tried to lift my pelvis and ram her quick, but she stopped me.
"No, no, no, honey," she whispered. "Slow. Slllowwwwww."
She pulled my head to her breast and I sucked on her big tit, which smothered my face. She gasped and moaned and gasped again.
Our bodies were sweating. Her breathing got louder and louder. I could feel her body heat intensifying. She pressed down against me.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
We shifted positions quickly. She was now on her back, I was over her. I slide my cock back between her thighs. I took a glance down at her pussy, hidden by light grey hair. I marveled at how smooth her skin was down there.
I went into her deep and began to thrust. She moaned loudly. I pushed harder. I fucked her with all the young man strength I had. The woman could take a dick.
Her tits sloshed and jiggled under me. They smashed her in the chin with each thrust. She grabbed one tit and sucked on it.
I buried my face in her tits again. I bit her nipple. She cried out.
"Ohhhhh!"
She grabbed me tightly. I thrust once more and held it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped.
"Ohhh...woahhhhh."
I kissed her neck.
"Ohhhh...."
I pushed my cock deeper.
"Uhhh...ohhhhh."
I kissed her again.
"Mmmmmm...."
I laid my head on her busom.
She exhaled with a loud sigh.
We laid there for a few minutes in silence. Our bodies caked together by cum and sweat. The room smelled of our sex. Then I heard her giggle.
"What?" I asked.
She looked upward.
"Guess you wound up painting my ceiling afterall."
I rolled over and looked up. A splotch of cum stuck to the ceiling above us.
END
I adored her. As the summer went on, I grew to absolutely love her.
Jean took a liking to me, too. I was 18, tall and lean with messy brown hair. She would joke to girls who I may have been talking to that "he's all mine, you can't have him!" Everyone on the store staff found it adorable.
"She's old enough to be your grandmother!" one girl said. "It's so cute."
Secretly, there was nothing cute about it. Jean may have been in her 50s, but there was something about her body that caught my eye from the very beginning. She was just built the right way, if you ask me: shapely with wonderful skin. She had light blonde/gray hair that fell around her face and shoulders with bangs over her perpetually happy eyes.
She was always well dressed; conservatively but still a hint of suggestion. Button-up blouses with halters underneath. Flowing skirts. Her nails were always done. Her makeup always right.
Oh and those tits. Big, round momma tits. They weren't obvious, but they were impossible to not notice if you were a breast man like me.
She caught on quickly that I was, indeed, a breast man.
"You don't have x-ray vision, do ya?" she once whispered to me.
"Why do you ask?" I laughed.
"Because you're staring at my girls as if you're trying to see through this blouse!" she grinned.
I turned red. She then touched my hand.
"Honey, it's flattering. Don't even worry."
From that moment on, it became a daily joke. She'd give me a wink, adjust herself or pull back her shoulders. I'd smile and give them a once-over and nod with approval. Once in a while she'd come by with a bra from the ladies lingerie section and hold it up.
"Think this'll fit?"
I'd shake my head. "Oh no, way too small."
The flirting intensified into August. I was leaving Labor Day weekend and knew our time was coming to an end. I wanted to spend time with her, I wanted her to know how often I masterbated thinking about her amazing breasts, but I just didn't know how to approach her. I wasn't sure if this was just an innocent playful thing or if she really was into me.
Then one day in the break room, she asked if anyone knew of a painter. I offered my services.
She grinned. When we were alone, she said, "Do you want to come to my house and paint my bedroom ceiling?" I nodded, "I can do that."
We picked a day we both had the night shift and I went to her house around 9 a.m. I showed up in painting pants and brought a ladder and brushes. When I came to the door she saw me and laughed.
"What?"
"So you really came to paint!" she replied.
Uh...yeah?
She was dressed in a housecoat of some sort and her hair was wet from a shower. When she let me into the house, I saw her living room covered in drop cloths with a ladder and scaffold to the cathedral ceiling.
She grinned. "Follow me, honey," she said.
I went down a hall of pictures of her k**s at various years of their life and past empty bedrooms now used for an office and sewing. At the end was the master bedroom.
She turned at the door.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nodded, still somewhat confused.
The room looked fresh and clean. I realized I wasn't there to paint.
She stood by the bed and faced me. She bit her lip and looked me over.
"How old are you?" she asked. "No, forget it. Don't tell me."
She put her hand on my chest and closed her eyes. She took my hand and placed it on her chest, over her housecoat. I felt her breast.
My cock sprung immediately to action. I began kissing her deeply and massaging her tit. She reached right for my pants and unfastened them. In seconds, my pants were open, her hand was massaging my balls and I was popping open her housecoat.
Those tits were sitting in a big white lace bra, with cups the size of my face. Cleavage that ran down her chest like an arrow pointing to my destination. She took a deep breath as I buried my face in her busom. I kissed her chest and kneeded her big, heavy breasts. She began to stroke my cock slowly.
She guided me to the bed and I sat down. She stood before me, looking down at me with the most serious expression I'd ever seen from her, and opened the rest of her housecoat until it feel to the floor. I looked over her 50-something year old body and noticed only the delicious ripeness of it. She peeled down her bra, spun it around and unclasped the big clasp by her stomach. I stared hungrily at her gigantic breasts (40F cup was her size, I had previously learned), with her wide, pink areolas and perky nipples that pointed downward over her navel.
She kneeled down between my thighs and pulled off my pants. I took off my t-shirt and watched her work over my cock. She stroked me while she sucked the head. I lifted her breasts around my shaft and tit-fucked her while she sucked my head.
It didnt take long. Within moments I was blowing my load. She pulled her head back and let my cum fire into the air. I coated her tits with milky cum and she smiled.
"Good boy," she whispered as she watched shot after shot explode from me.
As I was catching my breath, she pushed me back on the bed. Her panties were off and she climbed over my hips. She took my cock and guided it into her awaiting, wet pussy.
She moaned deeply. I watched her fuck me slowly, grinding herself against me. My cock was deep inside her and I could feel her pussy quiver.
"Ohhh, so goood," she repeated. "So goood."
I tried to lift my pelvis and ram her quick, but she stopped me.
"No, no, no, honey," she whispered. "Slow. Slllowwwwww."
She pulled my head to her breast and I sucked on her big tit, which smothered my face. She gasped and moaned and gasped again.
Our bodies were sweating. Her breathing got louder and louder. I could feel her body heat intensifying. She pressed down against me.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
We shifted positions quickly. She was now on her back, I was over her. I slide my cock back between her thighs. I took a glance down at her pussy, hidden by light grey hair. I marveled at how smooth her skin was down there.
I went into her deep and began to thrust. She moaned loudly. I pushed harder. I fucked her with all the young man strength I had. The woman could take a dick.
Her tits sloshed and jiggled under me. They smashed her in the chin with each thrust. She grabbed one tit and sucked on it.
I buried my face in her tits again. I bit her nipple. She cried out.
"Ohhhhh!"
She grabbed me tightly. I thrust once more and held it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped.
"Ohhh...woahhhhh."
I kissed her neck.
"Ohhhh...."
I pushed my cock deeper.
"Uhhh...ohhhhh."
I kissed her again.
"Mmmmmm...."
I laid my head on her busom.
She exhaled with a loud sigh.
We laid there for a few minutes in silence. Our bodies caked together by cum and sweat. The room smelled of our sex. Then I heard her giggle.
"What?" I asked.
She looked upward.
"Guess you wound up painting my ceiling afterall."
I rolled over and looked up. A splotch of cum stuck to the ceiling above us.
END
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