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I dropped by Marsha’s early on a Saturday afternoon to hang out before we went to the drive-in. As usual, I walked in without knocking, calling out my entry, “Hi, Marsha. Hi, Mrs. D.”
Passing through the kitchen I was entering the living room when I heard Marsha’s mom reply from her bedroom, “Marsha had to work a short shift this afternoon. Somebody didn’t show up. She’ll get off at 5.” Well, crap, that shot the hell out of hanging out with her. My two buddies were off doing other things with their families and I was stuck on a Saturday afternoon with nothing to do. Guess I could go down to the Krystal and kill some time there.
I’d just turned to leave when Mrs. D came out of her bedroom looking like I’d never seen her look before. She was in her late thirties, I guess, a little shorter than me, maybe 5’5”, with short blond hair and an okay body considering her age. Usually, she was in a loose T-shirt or sweatshirt with jeans or mid-thigh shorts, nothing that was remotely sexy and certainly nothing that showed her off like what she was wearing then. No way would she have ever allowed Marsha to leave the house dressed like that.
She was wearing a pair of thin, white-hot pants that appeared to be showing the contours of her pussy lips, and a pale yellow T-shirt that was cut off just below her breasts. I swear I could see the bumps of her nipples, something I’d never seen on her before. As she walked past me into the kitchen, my eyes settled on her butt as it wiggled along behind her. Geez, no panty lines and was that a hint of pink under the cloth? OK, this is my girlfriend’s mom, but my dick was beginning to stir.
She waved toward the couch and said, “Have a seat. No sense going back out into the heat. You want a beer?”
In a bit of a daze, I sat down at one end of the couch and replied, “Sure.” I heard two glass bottles uncapped and she walked back in with a pair of Buds.
Handing me one, she sat hers on the coffee table as she said, “It’s too quiet in here.” Across the room, she bent at the waist as she turned on the stereo and slipped in an eight-track. That gave me a great view of her butt, complete with another angle on her pussy lips, and leaving no doubt that she was bra-less under that T-shirt. She came back over as Three Dog Night’s “Easy to be Hard” began, grabbed her beer and plopped down on the couch, left leg on the couch and right one on the floor, facing me.
“It is so damned hot outside. I don’t know how you kids drive around with no air conditioners in your cars, let alone sit still at a movie for hours. Guess that’s why y’all have me buy you beer before you go,” she laughed.
“Yes, ma’am, it does help keep us cool,” was the only reply I could think of. To say I was in shock was an understatement. Part of me wanted to leave and part of me wanted to jump her bones. Something about the way she was turned, sitting, looking at me, and talking screamed something at me, but I was in total denial of what it was because what if I were wrong?
“Bullshit.” She took a long swig of her beer, then leveled her gaze at me. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing with my daughter on those nights,” she asked, pointing her beer at me. “You think I’m some stupid old woman who doesn’t have a clue? How the hell do you think Marsha came to be?” Another long swig and stared at me as she waited for a response.
Holy fuck, how was I supposed to reply to that? Yes, ma’am, your daughter and I get drunk and fuck our brains out? Not hardly, but denial would be totally foolish and might piss her off. She didn’t seem pissed off, yet just very direct and to the point. I took a long pull on my bottle, buying time while my head scrambled for something to say.
My face must have been red as a beet because I could feel the burn. Her expression softened somewhat, but she remained silent. I thought I detected a flicker of smile in her eyes. She’s having fun with this, I thought. Realizing she wasn’t borderline pissed off allowed me to relax a bit. Another swig and I replied, “Yes, ma’am, we have, but we’re always real careful. I wear a rubber.” Dear God, it sounded good in my head, but totally lame when it came out.
She took a final long swig and sat her empty bottle on the coffee table. I tried to catch up. She looked at me real serious, curious actually, and asked, “Just what do you two do?” I almost choked.
“Do?” I asked.
“Yes, what do you two do? Give me details.” It was totally weird, but my dick was stirring so I shifted position on the couch, turning toward her slightly to sit similar to her. That would allow my stiffening to be better concealed, at least for a while. I noticed her nipples were now quite prominent poking against the fabric of her T-shirt.
“Well, we go to the Arcade drive-in and park in the back row. They have a guy who patrols the area, but he doesn’t do his job very well. Only messes with folks out of their cars causing trouble. We usually have a beer, and make out a bit until everyone has settled down on their concession stand trips and are focused on the movie. Then we crawl into the back seat.” I had to stop for another swig which finished my bottle.
She asked if I wanted another and I nodded. When she got up, I glanced at her crotch and swore I saw a wet spot between her legs. I also thought I caught a whiff of wet pussy as she passed by, brushing my left leg that was still on the floor. I checked where she was sitting, but the dark fabric of the couch revealed nothing. Returning, she handed me my bottle and resumed her place on the couch, but was a little closer, our legs almost touching. My dick stiffened more.
Handing myself totally over to the weirdness of it all, I pressed forward with the description. “We start out with me kissing her neck all over, running my tongue over it and nipping below her ears with my teeth. She really likes that. She has her fingers in my hair and pushes her body against mine. When she’s breathing hard, I start to unbutton her blouse and she pushes my head down to her tits. I get her blouse off, then her bra and start sucking on her nipples.” My eyes involuntarily dropped to Mrs. D’s nipples, then I caught myself and looked back up. Geez, there was a hint of lust in her eyes, just like I’d seen in her daughter’s. By now my dick was hard as a rock and I know it had to be lifting the cloth of my pants. Another pull on the beer and I continued.
“I lay her down onto the seat where I’d been sitting, turning and sliding to the floorboard. She pulls my shirt off and I lay on the seat next to her kissing while we feel our skin against each other for a while. Then she moves to lay on her back and I’m on the edge of the seat. I slide my hand down the front of her pants and if they are loose enough, I start fingering her pussy.”
“And if they aren’t?” She was becoming breathless.
“Then I undo them and pull them and her panties off. When her pants come off, mine do too. I kiss and lick all over her tits. She especially likes that on their sides. Whichever tit has my mouth, the other is getting my hand unless it’s between her legs. When she’s ready she pushes my head down between her legs and I eat her out.” I know I saw a shiver run through Mrs. D when I said that. “I lick her clit and finger her with a couple of fingers until she cums. Sometimes she will hold my head down and I’ll keep on until she cums some more.”
Mrs. D’s eyes widened at that. “How many times does she cum?”
“Three, four, five, I’ve never counted. I just enjoy the taste, smell, feel, and sounds of it until she stops me by pulling my head up. She usually gets so wet my seat is soaked. Luckily, it’s vinyl and doesn’t stain. Then we kiss a lot and roll around until I’m lying on my back and she goes down on me for a while. She gets a rubber out of the armrest compartment and puts it on when she’s ready to … fuck.” I hesitated on that word but decided what the hell. Mrs. D gave another shiver. There was no doubt now, I could smell pussy. Another swig of beer wet my whistle.
“We move around so she’s on her back again. She spreads her legs and pulls her knees up. I get between her and start kissing her as she puts my dick into her. Sometimes I ease in slowly to tease her, and we go at it slowly for a long time. Sometimes I ram it in as hard as I can and we fuck like rabbits until I cum. Either way, she always cums while we’re fucking. Then she takes the rubber off and ties a knot in it so it doesn’t spill. Some nights we fuck a few times, sometimes just once is enough. Your daughter’s hot, Mrs. D.” I have no idea where that last bit came from other than the smell of Mrs. D’s pussy in my nose and the raging boner that was threatening to rip through my pants.
Mrs. D’s breathing was shallow and fast, her nipples were really poking out, and there was a lusty glaze to her eyes that I’d seen on Marsha just before she came. I could hardly believe what I heard next, although I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t heard it.
“Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me and you don’t need a fucking rubber. Come on.” With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bedroom. Once there she turned to me by the bed and pulled off my T-shirt, then went to work getting my pants off. Once I was naked, she remained on her knees and began sucking me as if she were starving and it offered food. Her hands grabbed my ass and she literally pulled me in and out of her mouth.
“Mrs. D, you’re going to make me cum.” With that, she stood up. I grabbed her short T and yanked it over her head, not even waiting for her to raise her arms. Bending over I sucked her nipples, noting that her breasts were not nearly as saggy as I’d heard older women’s were. Her nipples were much larger than I’d seen before. I figured they must have gotten that way from breastfeeding Marsha. The thought of my girlfriend sucking milk from the same nipple I was latched onto was very arousing.
“Get my pants off, Steve. Eat my pussy.” I knelt before her and saw the spreading wetness on the thin white cloth between her legs. The dampness made the material almost transparent and there was no doubt she was bare beneath this garment, too. Releasing the button and zipper, I pulled them down her legs as she fell back onto the bed. She sent them flying across the room with a kick of her leg then pulled both knees up and out to make her pussy fully available.
Her clit was twice the size of Marsha’s, and clearly erect. I decided to tease a bit, and began stroking her lips with a finger, making sure to not enter her pussy or touch her clit. “Eat my pussy, damn it,” she commanded with desperation. Her legs reached forward, and she dropped her heels onto my back, clamping her feet behind my head and pulling it to her. I took her clit between my lips and began sucking it like it was a nipple, lightly biting and flicking it with my tongue.
“Oohh, God, FUCK,” she cried as her hips lurched up. Her whole body quivered and convulsed as pussy juice flushed out onto my chin to puddle on the sheets below. Her fingers were clamped into my hair and threatened to pull it out. “Aahh, God, aah, aah, ooh, fuck, God,” she cried over and over as her hips continued to buck and twist in either one huge cum, or a whole series, I couldn’t tell which. I wondered how long it had been for her, and figured it must have been very frustrating to be horny as hell week after week while watching your daughter going out to get fucked once again.
“No, no more, oh God, no more, stop, please.” She was still quivering from head to toe and the sheets under her ass were drenched. Pulling herself more onto the bed she demanded, “Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me hard and fast and cum in me.”
As I moved between her spread legs she grabbed my dick and literally pulled it into position. Geez, lady, it’s attached, I thought because it felt like she just might pull it off if I didn’t move fast enough.
She had the head of my dick just in the entrance of her well. Before I gave her what she wanted, though, I lowered my face to hers and gave her a deep tongue kiss, knowing I was soaked with her juices. She responded with great intensity, using her lips to wipe up what was around my lips as our tongues danced in her mouth.
Then I slammed my dick into her, to the hilt, without warning. Her head went back, legs locked behind my back, fingernails dug into my back, and she screamed. Shit, the neighbors were going to call the cops, I just knew it. I held that position, grinding myself against her clit with my dick against her cervix, feeling her juice wetting my balls, until she relaxed a bit.
She whimpered as I pulled my dick out until just the head was left in her. I could feel her pussy grasping at it on the way out, trying to stop its retreat. She opened her eyes, glazed with lust. “Again. Harder.” I shifted my angle up slightly and drove back down into her with more force. She screamed again and returned the grinding action, her nails raking down my back as her teeth found my collarbone. This woman was a fucking animal.
I began fucking her in earnest, pulling out to the head and slamming down into her with all my force. At first, she screamed with each drive, but they subsided into groans, grunts, and other unintelligible sounds as her whole body turned into a quivery mass of orgasm. I lifted myself away from her to watch her, but her arms were clamped around me so tight that she rose with me.
“Let go,” I demanded. “Let go so I can suck your tits. Your daughter likes that.” With a pronounced whimper, she complied. I pounded into her a few more times just to watch her tits bounce, then latched on to her right nipple. Her hands found my hair and began massaging my scalp.
“Oh, God, Steve, fuck me. God, you’re fucking wonderful. It’s been so long and I need it so bad. Fuck me hard and fast, Steve. Fuck me like an animal and cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me. Cum for me, Steve.” Her rambling was interspersed with grunts on each of my downstrokes. I released the nipple and resumed my pounding, but now I was doing it for my own release. Watching her face and her tits bouncing, I continued driving into her as hard, deep, and fast as I could, feeling the cum building in my balls as they slapped the soaked areas of her ass.
It began in my legs and arms, the trembling, building, and building, then spreading into my torso and down to my groin. We locked eyes and I could see she wanted my seed in her. The glaze was gone, but the lust was still there, and my girlfriend’s mother wanted my cum in her pussy with no rubber. Shit! That did it. The whole world moved to my balls and out through my dick onto her cervix as I gave one final deep plunge. All I could see were her blue eyes gazing into mine with lust and joy, and all I could feel was my dick pumping shot after shot of thick, ropey cum into the depths of the wet, slick, hot channel it was buried in. She grunted more and her hips twitched with every jet until my convulsions finally subsided.
I felt my dick going soft, and with mutual groans, I rolled off her, our juices on my dick leaving a trail across her thigh. As she lay there staring at the ceiling, I finally looked over this adult woman’s body. Not bad, certainly not as bad as I’d heard older women’s bodies were after having kids. I decided then that perhaps my friends didn’t know as much as they seemed to. Her breasts were not like deflated balloons. They had some sag and a few stretch marks, but they still had a good shape and those nipples were awesome. Her belly was a little rippled and a few purple marks across it, but it was still mostly flat and looked good to me. As for her pussy, that was fantastic. I’d never seen a clit that big or that sensitive. It made me wonder if I sucked harder on Marsha’s, if hers would get like that, too.
“Don’t let Marsha see your back when you fuck tonight,” she said, still staring at the ceiling. Oh, geez, I’d forgotten about fucking her later. Crap, will she smell and taste her mom on me? “And take a shower when we get up, to wash me off you.” I thought I detected a bit of, what, jealousy, in her voice.
All I could reply was, “OK.”
She rolled over to face me, first letting her eyes look me over as I’d been looking her over, then she gazed into my eyes. “I want more, Steve. I don’t want a relationship and I don’t want to interfere with you and Marsha, but I need sex and it has been far too long since I’ve had any. I can’t go out and pick up men, not with Marsha here, and I’ve never liked that anyway. Too dangerous. I haven’t had any luck meeting anyone, not in this dead-end town. But that doesn’t stop my desires and needs. It doesn’t have to be every week like you and Marsha. Hell, it doesn’t have to be every month, but I’m at my sexual peak and I need fucking. You’re at yours and can do it several times a day. You will today. It’s perfect.”
Holy Shit! I really liked Marsha, but I’d never considered her for anything long term. I’d never considered any girl for long term. This would be great. “Sounds good to me, too. Just make sure Marsha doesn’t find out, because I really do like her and wouldn’t want her to be hurt, or mad at you.”
Her mom smiled, then brushing her fingers across the teeth marks on my collarbone, she said, “You might want to keep her from seeing this, too. I’m sorry, I got carried away.” Then she looked back up at me and asked, “Has Marsha ever sucked you off?”
“Sure,” I answered.
“Where did you cum?”
“On her breasts.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re in for a new treat,” she said as she moved her head to my groin and took my swelling dick into her mouth.
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