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I got a text from Amy the next morning. She was going to meet me for lunch, but she had some shopping to do first. I headed over to her house anyway, as I had work to do. It was a little strange walking into my girlfriend's house. It was a little strange to call Amy my girlfriend, but she had introduced me to a friend of hers as her boyfriend at the diner the night before. When I walked in I half expected to find Susan topless, and I was right. There she was, napping on the couch. I knew she didn't work; whatever had happened to Mr. Shannon years ago ended up in a major accidental death lawsuit; the Shannons were set for life. It was small consolation for the loss of her husband, but Susan lived a comfortable life.
She was racked out on the couch, a magazine on her lap. Her breasts spilled onto the couch as she slept on her side. She wore a pleated skirt that was, to my surprise, riding up her thighs. Her bare ass was on display. It wasn't as tight and round as Amy's, but it was very nice. A few blonde pubic hairs and just a hint of her labia stuck out between her thighs. I watched, mesmerized, taking in the sight of her almost naked body, when she suddenly stretched, waking up.
"Oh, Henry," she said, as if she'd been expecting me. She looked at me and then looked herself over, realizing her ass was completely exposed. "Well, that's what I get for sleeping in a skirt," she added.
"I didn't mean to look," I said.
"Oh, you don't have to cover," she said. "It's natural. I guess you've seen a lot of your girlfriend's mom the last few days. She told me this morning," she added. "I'm happy for you two. Although," she said, sitting up and straightening her skirt, "I might be a little envious. After all, you are a handsome young man. But how could I compete for your attention? But I guess I probably have it now."
She then stood up, smoothing out her skirt and going about her business without a shirt on at all. It was definitely having its effect on me, and I found myself constantly fighting an erection in my shorts while I painted. She put a shirt on shortly before Amy came home. Amy gave me a hug and a kiss, and I felt guilty that I had been talking to her half-naked mother all morning. My sense of morality was all over the map, and I was wondering how I could be okay with all of this.
Lunch was tense. I felt guilt over having seen Amy's mom topless. And I felt a strange tension between mother and daughter. Some kind of competitive coldness between them. It was perhaps the most awkward hour of my life, although I had no idea how insignificant those feelings of awkwardness would seem later.
Amy then had to go to trumpet lessons and left, leaving me alone with Susan.
Susan's shirt was off before Amy's car had left the driveway. "There," she said, "much more comfortable." She paused, "unless you feel guilty about Amy?"
Just hearing Amy's name made me feel guilty. She could read it on my face, because she added, "Oh, don't be. It's nothing more than nudity. In some cultures, I could just step outside and swim in the nude. It doesn't mean anything beyond that." Susan then unfastened the button on her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Like Amy she had a neatly-trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, a perfect triangle. I stood there, stunned.
"You should keep painting," she said, as if nothing happened. I resumed my work while she walked around the house naked. My work suffered, as I had to retouch several areas where I had missed because she walked by. A few hours later she brought me an iced tea, and leaned on the wall where I had yet to start painting.
"This is certainly liberating for me, but I bet not so much for you," she said. "You must be hard as a rock."
I blinked in shock, but she just laughed it off. "I know how it works, you know. I can tell your body is definitely noticing. It's flattering, so don't worry about it. No one has seen me naked in over a decade. I have to say I'm enjoying it."
I said nothing, just drank my iced tea while she talked. It helped hide my nerves.
"In fact, I haven't been with a man in just as long," she said, taking a step toward me. Suddenly she took the drink from my hand and set it on the stepladder. I took a step back but she kept on me. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently led me backward to the living room. I was paralyzed with fear, or excitement, or both.
"I would give just about anything to get fucked right now," she whispered, and pressed herself against me. Her hands cupped my ass and she pressed her breasts hard against my chest. She reached up to kiss me and I tried to move back but she was plastered to me.
"Henry," she said with a whisper, "Amy doesn't need to know. I see how you look at me, don't tell me you don't want to."
"I...I don't," I said, trying to find the words. I knew that my resolve was ebbing by the second. If I hesitated any longer I'd give in. But she wouldn't relent, so what could I do?
I decided the best thing to do was to try and head her off. I took her by the shoulders and spun her around. She grinned as I gently shoved her over the edge of the couch. Her chest lay on the couch, with her ass sticking up in the air. I could see her pussy was wet and swollen, waiting for me.
"Fuck me," she panted, her face half-buried in the couch.
I wanted to. But I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Amy. Even if she never found out. While I lusted for her and her mother, my feelings were for Amy only. So I decided then and there to help Susan Shannon as best as I could. I started rubbing her clit, her pussy already soaking wet. She responded, sticking her ass higher in the air. From behind I gently slid two fingers into her warm pussy. It was wet, warm, and smooth, like nothing I had ever felt. I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her as I vigorously rubbed her clit. She panted, bucking her hips to match my rhythm.
I was fingering my girlfriend's mom.
Susan moaned and panted and I felt her pussy contract as she came. I sped up the motion of both hands, my fingers making sloshing noises in and across her wet pussy. I kept at it until she started to come again right on the tail of her first orgasm. I kept rubbing and fingering her, eventually slipping a third finger inside her. A trail of wet fluid ran down her thigh, and I could feel her vagina clamp hard against my fingers with each orgasm.
"Don't stop!" she exclaimed as she came again. She was panting, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. I kept at it through a fourth orgasm, after which she pulled away. Her pussy was wide and swollen, dripping with her juices as she lay forward on the couch. There was a large wet spot on the leather of the couch where she had ground against it. I marveled at my handiwork; apparently both Shannon women liked getting rubbed off. She rolled over, panting, her legs spread and her face flush.
"Whoa," was all she said for a moment, then she added after a deep breath, "any chance I can get you to fuck me right now?"
"I can't, really I can't. I already shouldn't have done what I did," I said in pleading voice that meant 'don't ask me again because I'm at the end of my resolve.' She nodded, gently running her hands across her body.
"Well, any chance I can get you to do that again?" she asked. I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me. "You better head home. If you stay any longer I'll start begging you. I think if you can just do what you did when I need it, then I can behave myself." She grinned, and stood up and pecked me on the cheek.
"Amy is a lucky girl," she said, as I walked out the door.
I sat in my room, terrified. I had definitely done something very wrong, and yet very exciting. But my feelings of guilt won out over the excitement. It seemed I'd be spending my summer painting Susan's house and finger-fucking her. The memory of her nude body shuddering through climax after climax had my dick throbbing. I was too preoccupied to eat dinner, and I realized it was suddenly dark when I heard a tap on my window.
Startled, I headed to the balcony. My room had a balcony that faced Amy's room. Between us was a massive oak tree. There, leaning over her balcony, was Amy, a few small twigs in her hand.
"Hey," she whispered. "I thought you'd be here when I got home. What's up?"
"Just hanging out," I said nonchalantly.
"Can I come over?" she asked.
I nodded, and expected her to disappear and head downstairs. I looked at the clock and realized it was midnight. I didn't know if my parents, who were happy to hear that Amy and I were dating, would be too happy to have her ring the doorbell.
Instead of heading downstairs she suddenly climbed out of her window and onto a thick branch of the tree. I looked alarmed but she just grinned. She deftly crossed two more branches and then dropped quietly onto my balcony.
"Well, that was convenient," she said with a grin as she slipped into my bedroom. "I haven't seen your room in a long time," she whispered.
"I know," I whispered back. My parents were asleep down the hall, as was my younger brother.
"So tomorrow my mom wants to have you over for dinner," she said. I couldn't read her expression but I was nervous I'd give something away at the mention of her mom's name. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for what I had done.
"Amy," I said, but she put a finger to my lips. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I had to say something. "Listen, Amy, I need to tell you something."
"Me first," she said. She had a seriousness in her eyes that I had never seen before. "I've been thinking a lot about last night, what happened. I didn't think things would go that far. I'm not like that, you know? It's like I said, I've never so much as kissed someone. And I had never had those kinds of urges before. I don't know, something kind of, kind of unlocked inside me."
She paused, her hand holding mine, and she smiled nervously before continuing, "I guess I am trying to say I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slutty girl."
"I don't think that," I said, gently squeezing her hand.
"Because I really like you," she said. "I mean, I have never thought about letting someone do what I had you do. I would never have flashed you yesterday morning."
"You knew?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course," she said with a quiet laugh. I didn't forget to wear anything under my shorts, it was intentional to see if you'd notice. Saying it out loud, I can't believe I did that."
"I don't think you're slutty," I said. "I can't believe I bring that out in you. To be honest, it's kind of cool. And I really like you, Amy. I mean, after last night I was wondering where we stood, and I was so relieved when you introduced me as your boyfriend."
"I thought that was a nice way to remove any ambiguity," she said with a grin. "I had a crush on you when we were k**s," she admitted, "and I was heartbroken when you stopped talking to me. I used to fantasize that you'd call me up on a date."
"I used to fantasize that I'd be able to see a glimpse of you changing through our windows," I said.
She laughed quietly, then said. "If I had known you were trying to see, I'd have left the curtains open," she said. "Maybe from now on I will."
"But I want to tell you something," I said, suddenly feeling an urge to confess.
"Tell me later," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "All this talk about how horny you make me is making me horny." She laughed, and so did I.
My desire to tell her about her mom was slowly losing out to my desire for her. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth, as she pressed herself close to me and we fell back on the bed. Any attempts to tell her what was happening with her mom were gone now, as I ran my hand up under her shirt and over her bare breast.
"Oh, god," she whispered, pressing herself against me. We kissed for a while, and then she sat up, deftly running a hand under the waistband of my shorts.
"I owe you from last night," she said in a heavy voice, and freed my throbbing erection and started to stroke it. I gasped, enjoying the feel of her hand on me. As she stroked me I ran my hand up her thigh, up her shorts, and underneath. Once again I was met immediately by her damp pubic hair.
"Hey," she said in mock protest, "I'm trying to pay you back."
"It's more fun if we do it at the same time," I replied.
She grinned, and spread her legs a little as I started to rub her. I looked into her eyes as she leaned over me slightly, stroking me while I rubbed her clit. Her shorts had a growing wet spot, and I dripped pre-cum all over her hand. She stroked me with both hands while I rubbed her wet pussy. I wanted to insert my free hand inside her but I couldn't from this position.
Amy stroked me faster as my penis leaked more pre-cum. I was getting close to coming, and I tried to keep my focus on her vagina but soon found myself losing my rhythm. I gasped, thrusting my hips upward as I came, my penis spraying jets of cum in the air. She giggled quietly and leaned back from the onslaught of semen. She kept stroking, the smaller spurts of cum covering her hands. As my orgasm subsided she let go and I resumed fingering her clit. She too was close, and was now grinding on the bed as I rubbed her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh, Henry," she panted, and started to buck her hips. I rubbed her faster as she came, her body tensing up and shuddering. When it ended she leaned forward and kissed me.
"Is it normal to still be hard? Did I do it right?" she asked, touching my still swollen penis.
"No it isn't normal, but yes you did it right," I said with a grin.
"Does it still work? I mean, right now?"
"It takes longer for me to come, but yes," I said, feeling very satisfied both with my orgasm and her impression of my erection.
"Well, then..." she said, and straddled me in a sixty-nine position. She immediately ran her tongue along the shaft and over the head of my cum-streaked penis. I inhaled sharply as she licked me up and down. Her vagina was inches from my face, and I gently pulled her shorts aside and ran my tongue up and down her labia.
It was hard with her shorts in the way, but running shorts are baggy and I had enough room. She now took me into her mouth and stroked me with one hand, sucking my penis as I tongued her vagina. It was so intimate, being so close to her like this. I gently probed the entrance of her vagina with my finger, sliding it in slowly. I didn't know how much resistance I'd encounter, but she was so wet and it slid in without effort. I slowly pressed inward and upward, toward the upper wall of her vagina, as I licked her. The effect was almost immediate. She started coming again, gently grinding her vagina against my face.
As she came she took me deep into her mouth, her moans vibrating my penis. She kept sucking me as she came once, and then again almost immediately. My face was slick with her juices but I kept licking her, my finger pressing against the inside wall near where my tongue was probing her clit. I felt myself close to coming, and wondered if I should warn her.
Before I could say anything, she lifted herself off of me, my finger slipping out of her with a wet sound. She bent over, concentrating her efforts on my penis as I ran my hand along her thigh.
"I'm close," I whispered, and she intensified her efforts. I felt myself tensing up, and Amy must have, too, because she started to stroke me furiously while sucking, and I came. As usual it was a smaller amount, but Amy swallowed it completely and without hesitation. When she sat up, my penis fell half-limp onto my thigh.
"I thought you might go for a third time," she said, eyeing my still-pulsing member.
"I could if the first two weren't so intense," I said. She smiled, kissing me and snuggling close.
We sat there for some time, talking quietly. I turned off the lights and she held me close.
"I can't believe how intense that was," she said. "That thing you did with your tongue and finger, I'm still tingling from it."
"I can't believe how hot my girlfriend is," I said.
"Really?" she said in a skeptical tone.
"No, really," I said. "I can't believe that would be a surprise to you. You have to know how beautiful you are."
"It's nice to hear you say it, that's for sure," she admitted. "You'd be surprised how much growing up with a mom like mine can erode your self esteem. The way everyone looks at her, like she's some kind of living barbie doll. It's not easy competing with that.
"You don't need to compete with your mom," I said. I was glad that the room was dark. I meant it, but I was worried she'd pick up on my guilt.
"You don't think my mom is pretty?" she asked.
"I didn't say that. But I am saying you're prettier."
"Henry Crommings, you are something else, you know that?" She sat up, kissing me once. "I better go home, otherwise I'll fall asleep here. It's late enough as it is."
I helped her out the window, watching as she snuck back into her room. When she was inside she opened the blinds, switching on her light. I watched as she smiled, waved, and then slowly stripped off her clothes. She stood there, naked, and blew me a kiss before turning off the light. I knew that from now on, the blinds would stay open. I also knew that I needed to tell Mrs. Shannon that I could never touch her again.
She was racked out on the couch, a magazine on her lap. Her breasts spilled onto the couch as she slept on her side. She wore a pleated skirt that was, to my surprise, riding up her thighs. Her bare ass was on display. It wasn't as tight and round as Amy's, but it was very nice. A few blonde pubic hairs and just a hint of her labia stuck out between her thighs. I watched, mesmerized, taking in the sight of her almost naked body, when she suddenly stretched, waking up.
"Oh, Henry," she said, as if she'd been expecting me. She looked at me and then looked herself over, realizing her ass was completely exposed. "Well, that's what I get for sleeping in a skirt," she added.
"I didn't mean to look," I said.
"Oh, you don't have to cover," she said. "It's natural. I guess you've seen a lot of your girlfriend's mom the last few days. She told me this morning," she added. "I'm happy for you two. Although," she said, sitting up and straightening her skirt, "I might be a little envious. After all, you are a handsome young man. But how could I compete for your attention? But I guess I probably have it now."
She then stood up, smoothing out her skirt and going about her business without a shirt on at all. It was definitely having its effect on me, and I found myself constantly fighting an erection in my shorts while I painted. She put a shirt on shortly before Amy came home. Amy gave me a hug and a kiss, and I felt guilty that I had been talking to her half-naked mother all morning. My sense of morality was all over the map, and I was wondering how I could be okay with all of this.
Lunch was tense. I felt guilt over having seen Amy's mom topless. And I felt a strange tension between mother and daughter. Some kind of competitive coldness between them. It was perhaps the most awkward hour of my life, although I had no idea how insignificant those feelings of awkwardness would seem later.
Amy then had to go to trumpet lessons and left, leaving me alone with Susan.
Susan's shirt was off before Amy's car had left the driveway. "There," she said, "much more comfortable." She paused, "unless you feel guilty about Amy?"
Just hearing Amy's name made me feel guilty. She could read it on my face, because she added, "Oh, don't be. It's nothing more than nudity. In some cultures, I could just step outside and swim in the nude. It doesn't mean anything beyond that." Susan then unfastened the button on her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Like Amy she had a neatly-trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, a perfect triangle. I stood there, stunned.
"You should keep painting," she said, as if nothing happened. I resumed my work while she walked around the house naked. My work suffered, as I had to retouch several areas where I had missed because she walked by. A few hours later she brought me an iced tea, and leaned on the wall where I had yet to start painting.
"This is certainly liberating for me, but I bet not so much for you," she said. "You must be hard as a rock."
I blinked in shock, but she just laughed it off. "I know how it works, you know. I can tell your body is definitely noticing. It's flattering, so don't worry about it. No one has seen me naked in over a decade. I have to say I'm enjoying it."
I said nothing, just drank my iced tea while she talked. It helped hide my nerves.
"In fact, I haven't been with a man in just as long," she said, taking a step toward me. Suddenly she took the drink from my hand and set it on the stepladder. I took a step back but she kept on me. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently led me backward to the living room. I was paralyzed with fear, or excitement, or both.
"I would give just about anything to get fucked right now," she whispered, and pressed herself against me. Her hands cupped my ass and she pressed her breasts hard against my chest. She reached up to kiss me and I tried to move back but she was plastered to me.
"Henry," she said with a whisper, "Amy doesn't need to know. I see how you look at me, don't tell me you don't want to."
"I...I don't," I said, trying to find the words. I knew that my resolve was ebbing by the second. If I hesitated any longer I'd give in. But she wouldn't relent, so what could I do?
I decided the best thing to do was to try and head her off. I took her by the shoulders and spun her around. She grinned as I gently shoved her over the edge of the couch. Her chest lay on the couch, with her ass sticking up in the air. I could see her pussy was wet and swollen, waiting for me.
"Fuck me," she panted, her face half-buried in the couch.
I wanted to. But I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Amy. Even if she never found out. While I lusted for her and her mother, my feelings were for Amy only. So I decided then and there to help Susan Shannon as best as I could. I started rubbing her clit, her pussy already soaking wet. She responded, sticking her ass higher in the air. From behind I gently slid two fingers into her warm pussy. It was wet, warm, and smooth, like nothing I had ever felt. I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her as I vigorously rubbed her clit. She panted, bucking her hips to match my rhythm.
I was fingering my girlfriend's mom.
Susan moaned and panted and I felt her pussy contract as she came. I sped up the motion of both hands, my fingers making sloshing noises in and across her wet pussy. I kept at it until she started to come again right on the tail of her first orgasm. I kept rubbing and fingering her, eventually slipping a third finger inside her. A trail of wet fluid ran down her thigh, and I could feel her vagina clamp hard against my fingers with each orgasm.
"Don't stop!" she exclaimed as she came again. She was panting, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. I kept at it through a fourth orgasm, after which she pulled away. Her pussy was wide and swollen, dripping with her juices as she lay forward on the couch. There was a large wet spot on the leather of the couch where she had ground against it. I marveled at my handiwork; apparently both Shannon women liked getting rubbed off. She rolled over, panting, her legs spread and her face flush.
"Whoa," was all she said for a moment, then she added after a deep breath, "any chance I can get you to fuck me right now?"
"I can't, really I can't. I already shouldn't have done what I did," I said in pleading voice that meant 'don't ask me again because I'm at the end of my resolve.' She nodded, gently running her hands across her body.
"Well, any chance I can get you to do that again?" she asked. I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me. "You better head home. If you stay any longer I'll start begging you. I think if you can just do what you did when I need it, then I can behave myself." She grinned, and stood up and pecked me on the cheek.
"Amy is a lucky girl," she said, as I walked out the door.
I sat in my room, terrified. I had definitely done something very wrong, and yet very exciting. But my feelings of guilt won out over the excitement. It seemed I'd be spending my summer painting Susan's house and finger-fucking her. The memory of her nude body shuddering through climax after climax had my dick throbbing. I was too preoccupied to eat dinner, and I realized it was suddenly dark when I heard a tap on my window.
Startled, I headed to the balcony. My room had a balcony that faced Amy's room. Between us was a massive oak tree. There, leaning over her balcony, was Amy, a few small twigs in her hand.
"Hey," she whispered. "I thought you'd be here when I got home. What's up?"
"Just hanging out," I said nonchalantly.
"Can I come over?" she asked.
I nodded, and expected her to disappear and head downstairs. I looked at the clock and realized it was midnight. I didn't know if my parents, who were happy to hear that Amy and I were dating, would be too happy to have her ring the doorbell.
Instead of heading downstairs she suddenly climbed out of her window and onto a thick branch of the tree. I looked alarmed but she just grinned. She deftly crossed two more branches and then dropped quietly onto my balcony.
"Well, that was convenient," she said with a grin as she slipped into my bedroom. "I haven't seen your room in a long time," she whispered.
"I know," I whispered back. My parents were asleep down the hall, as was my younger brother.
"So tomorrow my mom wants to have you over for dinner," she said. I couldn't read her expression but I was nervous I'd give something away at the mention of her mom's name. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for what I had done.
"Amy," I said, but she put a finger to my lips. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I had to say something. "Listen, Amy, I need to tell you something."
"Me first," she said. She had a seriousness in her eyes that I had never seen before. "I've been thinking a lot about last night, what happened. I didn't think things would go that far. I'm not like that, you know? It's like I said, I've never so much as kissed someone. And I had never had those kinds of urges before. I don't know, something kind of, kind of unlocked inside me."
She paused, her hand holding mine, and she smiled nervously before continuing, "I guess I am trying to say I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slutty girl."
"I don't think that," I said, gently squeezing her hand.
"Because I really like you," she said. "I mean, I have never thought about letting someone do what I had you do. I would never have flashed you yesterday morning."
"You knew?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course," she said with a quiet laugh. I didn't forget to wear anything under my shorts, it was intentional to see if you'd notice. Saying it out loud, I can't believe I did that."
"I don't think you're slutty," I said. "I can't believe I bring that out in you. To be honest, it's kind of cool. And I really like you, Amy. I mean, after last night I was wondering where we stood, and I was so relieved when you introduced me as your boyfriend."
"I thought that was a nice way to remove any ambiguity," she said with a grin. "I had a crush on you when we were k**s," she admitted, "and I was heartbroken when you stopped talking to me. I used to fantasize that you'd call me up on a date."
"I used to fantasize that I'd be able to see a glimpse of you changing through our windows," I said.
She laughed quietly, then said. "If I had known you were trying to see, I'd have left the curtains open," she said. "Maybe from now on I will."
"But I want to tell you something," I said, suddenly feeling an urge to confess.
"Tell me later," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "All this talk about how horny you make me is making me horny." She laughed, and so did I.
My desire to tell her about her mom was slowly losing out to my desire for her. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth, as she pressed herself close to me and we fell back on the bed. Any attempts to tell her what was happening with her mom were gone now, as I ran my hand up under her shirt and over her bare breast.
"Oh, god," she whispered, pressing herself against me. We kissed for a while, and then she sat up, deftly running a hand under the waistband of my shorts.
"I owe you from last night," she said in a heavy voice, and freed my throbbing erection and started to stroke it. I gasped, enjoying the feel of her hand on me. As she stroked me I ran my hand up her thigh, up her shorts, and underneath. Once again I was met immediately by her damp pubic hair.
"Hey," she said in mock protest, "I'm trying to pay you back."
"It's more fun if we do it at the same time," I replied.
She grinned, and spread her legs a little as I started to rub her. I looked into her eyes as she leaned over me slightly, stroking me while I rubbed her clit. Her shorts had a growing wet spot, and I dripped pre-cum all over her hand. She stroked me with both hands while I rubbed her wet pussy. I wanted to insert my free hand inside her but I couldn't from this position.
Amy stroked me faster as my penis leaked more pre-cum. I was getting close to coming, and I tried to keep my focus on her vagina but soon found myself losing my rhythm. I gasped, thrusting my hips upward as I came, my penis spraying jets of cum in the air. She giggled quietly and leaned back from the onslaught of semen. She kept stroking, the smaller spurts of cum covering her hands. As my orgasm subsided she let go and I resumed fingering her clit. She too was close, and was now grinding on the bed as I rubbed her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh, Henry," she panted, and started to buck her hips. I rubbed her faster as she came, her body tensing up and shuddering. When it ended she leaned forward and kissed me.
"Is it normal to still be hard? Did I do it right?" she asked, touching my still swollen penis.
"No it isn't normal, but yes you did it right," I said with a grin.
"Does it still work? I mean, right now?"
"It takes longer for me to come, but yes," I said, feeling very satisfied both with my orgasm and her impression of my erection.
"Well, then..." she said, and straddled me in a sixty-nine position. She immediately ran her tongue along the shaft and over the head of my cum-streaked penis. I inhaled sharply as she licked me up and down. Her vagina was inches from my face, and I gently pulled her shorts aside and ran my tongue up and down her labia.
It was hard with her shorts in the way, but running shorts are baggy and I had enough room. She now took me into her mouth and stroked me with one hand, sucking my penis as I tongued her vagina. It was so intimate, being so close to her like this. I gently probed the entrance of her vagina with my finger, sliding it in slowly. I didn't know how much resistance I'd encounter, but she was so wet and it slid in without effort. I slowly pressed inward and upward, toward the upper wall of her vagina, as I licked her. The effect was almost immediate. She started coming again, gently grinding her vagina against my face.
As she came she took me deep into her mouth, her moans vibrating my penis. She kept sucking me as she came once, and then again almost immediately. My face was slick with her juices but I kept licking her, my finger pressing against the inside wall near where my tongue was probing her clit. I felt myself close to coming, and wondered if I should warn her.
Before I could say anything, she lifted herself off of me, my finger slipping out of her with a wet sound. She bent over, concentrating her efforts on my penis as I ran my hand along her thigh.
"I'm close," I whispered, and she intensified her efforts. I felt myself tensing up, and Amy must have, too, because she started to stroke me furiously while sucking, and I came. As usual it was a smaller amount, but Amy swallowed it completely and without hesitation. When she sat up, my penis fell half-limp onto my thigh.
"I thought you might go for a third time," she said, eyeing my still-pulsing member.
"I could if the first two weren't so intense," I said. She smiled, kissing me and snuggling close.
We sat there for some time, talking quietly. I turned off the lights and she held me close.
"I can't believe how intense that was," she said. "That thing you did with your tongue and finger, I'm still tingling from it."
"I can't believe how hot my girlfriend is," I said.
"Really?" she said in a skeptical tone.
"No, really," I said. "I can't believe that would be a surprise to you. You have to know how beautiful you are."
"It's nice to hear you say it, that's for sure," she admitted. "You'd be surprised how much growing up with a mom like mine can erode your self esteem. The way everyone looks at her, like she's some kind of living barbie doll. It's not easy competing with that.
"You don't need to compete with your mom," I said. I was glad that the room was dark. I meant it, but I was worried she'd pick up on my guilt.
"You don't think my mom is pretty?" she asked.
"I didn't say that. But I am saying you're prettier."
"Henry Crommings, you are something else, you know that?" She sat up, kissing me once. "I better go home, otherwise I'll fall asleep here. It's late enough as it is."
I helped her out the window, watching as she snuck back into her room. When she was inside she opened the blinds, switching on her light. I watched as she smiled, waved, and then slowly stripped off her clothes. She stood there, naked, and blew me a kiss before turning off the light. I knew that from now on, the blinds would stay open. I also knew that I needed to tell Mrs. Shannon that I could never touch her again.
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