Two Moms, Two Sons 1: Sandra's Proposal And London's Dilemma free porn video

POV: London

"It is good to have you and your son over, Sandra," I mentioned, stirring the pot.

"We're practically best friends now, and don't forget my hubby, who is currently locked in your bedroom with your husband," she whined, strolling towards me with her arms crossed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were having sex."

"Sandra," I said a tone while grinning. "Keep your voice down; Joe and Pete are in just in the living room."

"So what, London?" she complained, walking away somewhat. "You have to admit that as soon as Will and Josh got partnered together, they've been spending a shit load of time together. Just because they have to work on time-consuming projects at their architecture firm they think that they can just ignore us? They have wives, and sons to spend time with, but they are always busy. Even when they aren't working, they are still working, just in their minds. Are you telling me that isn't bullshit?" she asked, peeking back at me. "Come on, you are a beauty, but when was the last time you and Josh had sex? If it's less than a month, I'll shut up and drop the subject."

I bit my bottom lip and sighed.

"I knew it," she gloated, coming to me. "You're not alone," she said, coming to my right ear. "Will's dick hasn't been inside my pussy, mouth or asshole in over two months," she whispered.

"Seriously?" I muttered, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes, and Pete is going to college next month. He is about to be nineteen and is gonna move out most likely. My son already told me he's thinking about getting a dorm with a friend on campus. If he lives even a half hour away, when is Will going to see his son? We're both lovely ladies, but they want nothing to do with us. You are wearing a sundress, and you are stunning in it. You deserve to be fucked, London."

I just froze up and stayed silent. I still managed to cook, but she stayed right next to me and glared at me.

Although, after a moment, I put the ladle down and turned to her. "So what are we supposed to do about it? I'm a blonde, and you're a brunette, we're sexy and ready to have sex with them. They passed over that and Joe wants to move too. Maybe that's the answer, our sons have to move, and then our husbands will get the picture: they are missing out on our lives. They don't just pause when they need to work. I don't think you need to get all upset about this; it'll eat you away until you do something drastic. We both know then something bad might happen."

"I know, but shit," she whined, stomping her foot. "You have to resent Josh at least a little bit, he is clearly prioritizing his work over you and your son: you know, his family? What if Joe suddenly brought home a woman he got pregnant. How would Josh respond to it? When he has buried himself in his work, he'll just take it at face value and get pissed off, period. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be bitchy, I really don't, but at least admit that you don't like it this way."

"Of course I don't, but what do you propose? I mean really, should we cheat and risk breaking up our families? What kind of message would that send to Joe and Pete? They are both great young men, and they know what we're going through too. It is not like we're alone; we can still spend time with our sons while we still can. Sandra, our lives aren't over; we just have to support our husbands right now."

"Fine, whatever," she groaned, turning her body.

"Hey, Mom, what are you talking about?" Joe pondered.

"Nothing, hun, are you and Pete getting along?"

"Yes, Sandra's son here is a good guy, it's great to finally spend time with him, as opposed to just a quick 'Hi, how are you doing?  He wants to go to Stanford, and I might go with him if I can get a scholarship," Joe mentioned, maintaining his place.

"Yeah, then we could be roomies," Pete added.

Then everyone was silent, but I happened to glance at Sandra. 'Is she ogling him?' I thought before peeking at them. 'I think she is, but now that I see her doing it, I have to admit that Pete is quite handsome too,' I thought before the short gap where my eyes didn't come off him.

"Cool, dinner should be ready soon, will you two let the men of the house know, please?"

"Sure, Mom," Joe replied before he left.

As they were out of sight, I grabbed onto her thighs and turned her around. "Were you just checking out my son, Sandra?"

"What, no, London," she objected, backing away. "I consider us best friends, and I wouldn't do that. Besides, I'm married. Why would you ask me that?"

"Well," I pointed out, coming towards her. "You glued your eyes to Joe; I saw you, so don't try to deny it."

She broke eye contact and hit her left palm. She failed to utter a word for a moment as I never stopped looking at her.

"Fine, I was looking at your son in a slightly inappropriate way, but I wasn't going to do anything. Both of our husbands are in the house, do you want to condemn me now?"

"No," I moaned, turning back to the stove. "Damn, I don't know, maybe we're both just screwed up now. We haven't gotten laid in a while, and now we're even looking at each other's sons. It is nothing to be ashamed of, so I'm sorry."

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, but then I heard the floor creaking.

"No, that's alright, London," I heard her mention before she suddenly stopped by my side. "Did you say 'We're even looking at each other's sons.'? Did you just admit to me that you might just like Pete?"

I couldn't answer and just continued to cook. 

I bit down on my bottom lip and broke a sweat. 'Let it go, Sandra.' 

Although, after a moment, she took the ladle out of my hand and put it on the counter. "Would you stop cooking for one minute and talk to me? It's me, Sandra. I'm not judging you. I can see that you're shaking and sweating, it is because I'm onto something here? Are you embarrassed? You just busted me on liking Joe, so tell me."

"Fine," I mumbled, peeking at her. "I might think Pete is a handsome young man. He is legal too so that he might have crossed my mind."

"Get out, are you serious; do you really want to have sex with my son?"

"Yes, Sandra," I whispered, peeking at the ground. "You got it out of me, are you happy?" I bitched, picking up the ladle again. "Can we stop talking now? I have to finish dinner."

To answer my first question, she wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, London, I didn't mean to upset you, but this is huge. We're both unsatisfied MILFs, and want to have sex with each other's sons; that's weird."

"I know, which is why we should stop talking about it, someone could hear us."

She let go of me and made the lip zipping gesture. I took a deep breath and finished cooking dinner. 'I didn't see this odd turn of events coming, I never thought I'd tell Sandra I wanted to screw her son, but she knows it now. And she wants my son to do it to her, too?'

She kept to her word and didn't say another word, but I noticed her jiggling around though. It was more than evident that she kept the private conversation on her mind the whole time, but it stayed on my mind as well.

About ten minutes later we all were around the table, eating the spaghetti. Then as soon as I knew that Sandra knew that I wanted Pete and she wanted Joe, I couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone.

I just kept my eyes on my plate and ate as quickly as possible. 'Shit, I'm trying to just get through this, but my stomach is fighting me. I'm pretty sure it is physically and mentally. Crap, why did I have to bust Sandra on leering at Joe? I should have seen it coming when I had to confess my crush on her son, too,' I thought before a pause. 'No, don't look at Pete, don't look at him. My panties are drenched because I'm only a few feet away.'

I managed to keep my eyes off him for the most part, but I also had to view Sandra from time to time too. 'And you are eye-fucking my son now, just as our clueless husbands are going back and forth yet again about the same damn project. How can they be so ignorant?'

I didn't get an answer, but a moment later, I felt a few fingers on my leg. I turned my head to see Sandra licking her lips, and pointing her head towards Pete too.

"No," I mouthed, protesting her silent proposal.

She just shot me a dirty look and went back to eating.

'Did she just really suggest that I ask her son to have sex at the dinner table? No, she is a free spirit, but she wouldn't do that.'

Our husbands controlled the conversation, but never included anyone else. Of course, it annoyed me, but I had an entirely different issue to deal with at the moment.

I couldn't resist the temptation to peek at Pete again. 'Shit, it is true, Sandra: I do want to have sex with your son, that is a fact, but I can't do anything. It would be cheating, and its screwed up considering we're friends,' I thought before my right hand made it under my dress and into my underwear. 'I already knew my pussy was soaked, but damn, this whole new situation has me unhinged. I can't even finish eating, crap,' I thought before I got up. "I'm full, but there is plenty more if anyone wants some," I announced before I headed to the kitchen.

I scraped off my plate and put it in the sink. I placed my hands over it and took a deep breath. I didn't say a word, but then I walked over towards the entrance.

Although, then I saw him coming at me. "Oh, I'm sorry, Pete, I didn't see you," I said, looking at his chest.

"Its okay, London. I just wanted to say you make great spaghetti, even better than my mom, but don't tell her that," he mentioned, putting his clean plate in the sink.

I watched him do it but kept my eyes on his butt. 'Wow, that is nice, not too big or too small. I could eye fuck him all day. I guess I'm a horny bitch too, just like Sandra.'

"Well, thanks again, London," he spoke before he wrapped his arms around me.

My whole body vibrated, but I still managed to encase my arms around him. 'Please don't say anything about me shaking, if you do, just let it go. I don't need you telling anyone. So what if I want your pecker inside me?'

"I'm gonna go hang out with Joe now, I'll see you later," he let me know before he left.

I waved and just let out the deepest breath I could.

"Holy shit," Sandra muttered, coming in there with me. "You want my son badly, don't you?"

"We already covered that. Just let it go. Its a fantasy, that's all."

"No, not when our husbands are taking us for granted, to hell with that," she whispered before taking my hands in hers. "Come on; let's have sex with each other's sons. I'm not saying we have affairs; we just need to get laid."

"No," I moaned, yanking my hands back. "You can't be serious."

"I am, we both need this, and we're both attracted to each other's sons too. Why the hell not? So fucking what if we're married, our husbands should learn that they need to spend time with us, period, so let's do it."

"So, we cheat on them and pretend it never happened?"

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I can tell I've made you really upset, forget our discussion. We have a good friendship going,  let's not sacrifice it," she proposed before she walked away.

I sighed as she disappeared. 

'Wow, did she just actually propose that?' I thought before I started strolling towards the living room.

"I'm sorry, babe, but Will and I have to head to the office. Our boss told us the client wants a couple of new additions added, so we gotta work."

I shot him a blank look and leaned my head back a little bit too. I didn't say a word, but then I suddenly received a smooch on the cheek before I heard some frequent steps on the floor.

"Son of a bitch."

A few seconds later, I saw her. "Our husbands are leaving, London. Come on, let's make our moves. We can just do it once and never have to talk about it again, get our fix and get out. No big deal, one quick cheat and that's it."

"No," I protested, putting my hands up. "I just don't feel comfortable."

Then her right hand made it under my dress, and she lifted it over my crotch. "Then why are your panties drenched? We both know you weren't undressing Josh with your eyes, you want Pete. It isn't anything to be ashamed of, London, just live a little. Get a little 'crazy' out of your system before you do something terrible. You just have to go a little nuts; that's all."

"You think having sex with Pete is the right amount of insane?"

"Yes," she answered, getting close to me and letting go of my dress. "Let's let out freak flags, and have a little fun. I'm not going to do it unless you do it too. I'm a horny hussy, but I won't make a move without your blessing."

"Then we're not doing it," I let her know, breaking away from her. "I'm gonna go take a shower, and I'm going to trust that your clothes will stay on, okay?"

"Yes, I promise I won't try anything, but say the word, and it is go time for both of us. Remember, even though we're both in our forties, that doesn't mean we don't get horny. We're pretty MILFs; it isn't like we'll have hard times convincing two young men to have sex."

I nodded and walked away. I didn't know what to make of my new best friend actually proposing us cheating on our husbands, but yet the words dropped from her mouth. I licked my lips at the thought of having sex with Pete, even with my eyes open.

I strolled as slowly as I could with a twisted mind. I also kept my head down, but up enough to tell where I was going. A few seconds later, I stopped in a small corner of the hallway with my front to the wall.

"Son of a bitch, I want to fuck Pete, but I can't cheat on Josh, he has a time-consuming job and has been neglectful, but I can't just commit infidelity. What if he found out? He'd divorce me, Will would find out too, and I'd lose Sandra too. I can't risk all that just to get laid, even if it is with someone I want to screw, and Sandra has given me her blessing. Our hubbies could put the pieces together that Sandra and I put this situation together. If they did, they'd probably take everything from us. No sex could be worth all that."

I stayed there for a few minutes but didn't speak. Although, I did bring my right hand to my crotch, and I began rubbing it through my dress. I moaned somewhat but kept a lid on myself for the time being.

"Fudge," I whined, coming out a bit. "I better get to the bathroom."

I instantly ran towards it and went in there. I stripped in about four seconds and went right into the shower. I turned on the water and moved back the blurry shower door as well. After that, I just leaned back on the back wall and placed my right hand on my twat.

I instantly began masturbating. "Wow, you damn tart, you just messed up my mind. Now that you, in fact, permitted me to fuck your son, I feel I must have him. I've never seen his johnson, but I'm sure its big, and I could still fit it in my holes. I'd gladly have him fuck me hard, and let him cum wherever he wants, on my rack, stomach, butt, chest, or even my feet if he has a foot fetish. I don't mind, Pete. You're an adult, so now we can have sex, even though I'm married, but maybe we can both keep a secret. I'm playing with my pussy thinking of you; my fingers are assaulting it like I'm a horny teenager again."

I kept my eyes closed the whole time, and I felt taboo feelings in my head. I knew it was them that made it all so hot, so I just went with it as I had some alone time. I didn't even get really wet; it was just my ankles and feet.

Although my lady juice also drenched my legs a bit as well, I breathed heavily and felt drops of sweat coming down my forehead, so I knew how worked up I was getting. Once I let Pete into my mind, he plagued it.

I maintained my position for over ten minutes as I didn't mention a word. I just enjoyed the sexy thought of getting Pete into our bed and had the time of my life with just myself. Never before had I had such a great masturbation session.

"Oh, that's a big dick, Pete. Would you like me to suck on it for you, or would you prefer to let it inside my slit? Either hole is sexy for me, so pick one, stud. I can't wait for you to fill one of them up for me. Once you do, I'm sure you won't see me as your best friend's mom, but a big chested MILF you want to screw. Doesn't that sound good?"

I didn't get an answer, but my cherry felt to be on fire as I just rubbed it nonstop going back and forth and up and down frequently. Regardless of what it all meant, I couldn't make myself stop, and I just failed to let Josh back into my mind.

"Oh, Pete, I have to make you mine."

"I'm sorry, London," I heard Pete say as the door opened and closed. "I really have to use the bathroom."

I jerked back a bit and fell. "Ow," I muttered.

"Are you okay, London, do you need help?" he asked as I saw him stand in front of the toilet.

"I'm fine; thank you," I answered, rubbing my head.

Then I heard him pissing, and I stayed down as I slathered my lips once again. 'His cock is out, and I can see the blurry image of it. Even as he is taking a leak, and I can't see it clearly, I'm speechless.'

I had no choice, but to bring my right hand to my snatch and begin rubbing it again. Only this time, I did have something to go with my exercise rather than my imagination.

"I'm sorry again, London, I just drank too much soda with dinner."

"It's okay, Pete, I'm not uncomfortable."

"Aren't you going to get up; you are still down there?" he pondered, flushing.

"Are you looking at me? Are you trying to see me naked?"

"What, no, I, I, I, promise, I wouldn't do that," he grumbled as I saw him moving frantically.

I failed to hear the door open, so I knew he stayed in the bathroom for the time being. Although, as I knew he did have an attraction to me, I suddenly felt a little better. I couldn't comprehend why exactly, but then I stood up and grabbed onto the door.

I moved it just enough for my head to poke out. "Hey," I complained, lifting my head a bit. "Pete, your dick is still out."

"Fuck me, I'm sorry, London," he fretted. "I'm putting it away now."

I swallowed and bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds before I slanted my head down. I looked at him again and smiled slightly. He returned the favor after a few seconds, and I noticed that he glanced at my boobs through the door.

"It's okay, Pete, I'm not upset."

"Thanks, I just really had to go I guess you indirectly distracted me," he reminded me, backing away backward. "I'm sorry again."

I kept my eyes on him as he slowly made the six feet trip back to the door. "Wait."

He suddenly stopped but peeked back at my face. "Yes, London?"

I stayed silent for a few seconds and scanned his body a few times. 'I'm not going to do this, am I? Could I just be fighting with myself to convince myself to do it or not to do it? He is just looking at me waiting for me to say something, and I know we both want it. I saw his wood off guard, but it was a good size. He must have gotten sucked a few times before. Well, he is eighteen, and I think he is a handsome young man.'

"London, you said 'Wait.', remember?"

"I'm sorry, Pete," I apologized, looking at the ground. "It's nothing, I won't keep you."

Then I saw him glancing down towards my crotch, and he nonchalantly let his right hand on his, too. 'Are you seeing a big brown spot on the door and trying to make out my bush?' I thought before a gap. 'Yep, you are trying to get off with me looking at you right now, you horny young man. I told you that you could go, but yet, you are still standing there.'

We stared at each other for a minute in silence as we just seemed to eye fuck each other. I could only think that we both wanted him to join me in the shower but didn't want to make a move because of moral reasons.

'I hate you, Sandra,' I thought before I slowly opened the door.

"Whoa," he opposed, putting his hands up. "London, you're naked."

"I know," I whispered. "Don't you want to see me?"

I put myself out there, but he didn't take the bait as Sandra seemed to picture. I wasn't sure how long I should have waited or just immediately receded my implied offer as he didn't immediately take me up on it.

Although, after only a somewhat awkward minute, he did lower his hands, but he viewed the floor. That made me shiver a bit as the jury was still out on him, and I reminded myself that nothing illegal had occurred yet.

'Shit, he isn't bitting,' I thought, grabbing the door and covering my face with my other hand. "I'm sorry, Pete, please don't tell anyone about this," I pleaded, closing the door.

"Wait," he said before I got it halfway closed.

I peeked back at him, but neither of us said anything. Although, then he began walking back towards me and I saw him undoing his shorts. I suddenly felt chills going throughout my body as he stopped in front of me.

In my position, he could still see my naked body, and I failed to cover up. Then I noticed that his cock made it out into the light, but I kept eye contact with him for the time being. I saw him drenching his lips, so he signaled me that he knew that we both wanted each other.

"You have a sexy figure, London."

"Thank you, and you are quite good looking yourself, Pete."

"You're welcome, didn't you want to see my pecker, London? I noticed that you were ogling me a bit there in the shower, and a bit in the kitchen too," he busted me before a pause. "I promise I won't tell anyone, but do you have a thing for me?"

My eyes widened, and then my right hand made it to my twat. I slowly began masturbating in front of Pete as I saw his right arm moving a bit, so I knew he was pleasuring himself right in front of me as well.

Not a word dropped from our mouths for a moment; then I had to look down at his cock. "Oh, I think the answer is 'Yes.', Pete: I do have a thing for you, and that is a tad bigger than I thought it would be."

"No kidding?" he asked, closing the gap somewhat.

I backed up and swallowed. "No, Pete," I protested, putting my hands up to him. "We can't do anything; I'm married."

He didn't come forward, but his he kept stroking his rod. I didn't know what to say, but he had me jerking around and sweating up a storm too. I resisted him the most I could, but he knew what the facts were.

"I never had sex with a MILF before, London, and you are drop dead gorgeous."

"You naughty young man, that gave me chills."

"If you don't want me, then close the door, I dare you."

I suddenly became frozen and nervous as hell. I couldn't just shut the door as this odd chance came up, but of course, the moral side of my brain stayed in the way, too. I couldn't fight the temptation to keep peeking at his junk, too.

Every time I saw the head appear again, I felt my pussy become a little wetter and grabbed onto the door harder, too. He seemed not to be scared off by me either as he held his ground for a few minutes.

"Fuck," I moaned before I grabbed onto his free hand and yanked him in there with me.

"What the hell, I'm still in my clothes, London, they are gonna get wet."

I shut the door and came right to him. "I don't give a fuck, let's take them off," I offered before I dropped down to my knees.

I quickly tugged down his shorts and boxers, and he stepped out of them. After that, I jumped back up with him as he got off his t-shirt as well.

"You won't be needing these," I let him know before I tossed all his clothes over the shower door and went to him.

I pushed my lips onto his and forced him up against the back wall.

"Ow," he moaned.

"I'm sorry," I said before letting my lips off his. "Let me make it up to you," I proposed before I grabbed his hands. "Enjoy these," I told him before I placed them on my hooters. "Squeeze them if you want, and they are real," I alerted him before I pasted my lips onto his and grabbed onto his johnson with both hands.

"Yes, London," he let out, giving them both firm squeezes. "You're making my hands and wood feel good."

I failed to respond, but I kissed him better than my husband as I felt the sexual lust and adrenaline surging through my system. I stroked his member as quickly as I could in that position and in less than a minute, my hand hurt.

Although, I loved it that way as I closed my eyes. I pressed his body onto the back wall as much as I could, but I wasn't sure if it made him uncomfortable. On the other hand, he already stated he was enjoying himself. So, I kept moving my lips onto his, and he didn't have to kiss me at all.

I did all the work for him while he just lay back and enjoyed the ride. It all happened so fast as I took the lead, that I just flat did not think about the aftermath. After a moment, I felt him quit squeezing my melons, but I sped up my strokes.

"Oh, I like that, London, that feels good."

I failed to take my lips off his for a few more minutes; I just kept going and going. I didn't think about when I'd stop, but I knew I'd have to sooner or later. Although, for the time being, I made him my bitch.

"I know you like that, young man. You like having a MILF pleasure you, don't you?"

"Yes, London."

I stayed silent for a few seconds and pecked his forehead. "Yes, keep calling me by my first name. You aren't about to cum yet, are you? I feel your dick vibrating a bit."

He failed to answer, but I felt his heart beating as I kept pressing my body onto his. He even let his hands fall off my jugs, so I knew his defenses were shutting down. Even with that in mind, I didn't hold back on him.

I even let the head of his dick come onto my pussy, and I rubbed it all over as I made out with him. I didn't shove my tongue down his throat just yet though, but I did actually suck on his lips from time to time, too.

'Oh, he is moaning and sliding his back on the wall too, he must be losing it. He didn't know what he was getting himself into, getting involved with a horny MILF. I'm just giving him a hand job and kissing him, and he is losing it quick. Well, its nothing to be ashamed of, he just bit off more than he could chew.'

Then his lips came off mine. "Shit, London, I have to cum," he fretted, angling his head back.

I backed up slightly. "Then give me your seed, Pete, give it to this horny older chick," I ordered him, slanting his wood up towards me.

From one second to the next, I stopped massaging his dick, and he had to give me the best form of affection. He couldn't make eye contact with me, but I stared at him as his pecker doled out his load directly onto my boobs and stomach.

"Oh, yes, it's steaming hot, Pete. I feel it oozing on my bosoms, give me more, pretty please," I pleaded before I smooched his cheek.

Without replying, I leaned back again, and I enjoyed feeling him shoot another four cumshots all over my glorious knockers. With each passing shot, he twitched and hit the walls with his fists too.

Throughout his orgasm, I felt the lustful connections between us and certainly liked them. I still managed to keep Josh off my mind and cherish the sexy turn of events. I saw him trying to deal with the pleasure as he couldn't shoot anymore.

I kissed him again. "Dare I ask: did you get more than you bargained for, Pete?"

"No, not at all, London," he moaned, breathing heavily. "I just knew to expect the unexpected."

"Good theory, so you're ready for more?"

"Yes, that was amazing."

I smiled and pecked his cheek before lowering myself down to my knees. He glanced at me instantly, but his mouth just opened up completely.

"Don't ever underestimate a MILF, buster," I warned him before I took his member into my mouth.

"I won't, you cheating whore," he moaned, letting his arms up.

I looked right at him with only about an inch in his mouth.

"I'm sorry, London," he said with shaking hands. "It just slipped out."

I smiled and let his johnson out completely. "Don't worry; I won't judge you, Pete. I'm pretty sure having sex with a MILF will do that to young men. Just try not to let it happen again," I cautioned him before I let his dick back into my mouth.

He didn't let his palms onto my head that time; he just made his fists hang on his sides to fight the pleasure. I went back about halfway on his member and began thrusting my lips. All the while he made sure to look directly into my eyes.

'Wow, I never got Josh to glare at my eyes when I blew him before, Pete here must be special. I'm thinking about that dummy now, but yet, I'm rather enjoying myself.'

I kept my thrusts very slow, but still quite pleasurable for Pete. Just like when I gave him a hand job, he had to jiggle a bit when I went back on his pecker. I saw him bite down on his bottom lip too, so I felt pride also.

I smirked as much as I could and laid palms flat on the floor. That way, I gave myself leverage to maintain my upright position and keep his blow job moving rather smoothly too. Even with some water splashing his back and getting my face, I kept eye contact.

I wanted him, and he forced me off my leash. So, I grabbed onto his hands and placed them back on my head. I let my hands on the floor, and then he just smiled right back at me. I knew he loved the taboo sensation and the results showed.

"Wow, London, you have some mouth. I've never felt such a soft pair of lips on any part of my body. You're a MILF's MILF," he complimented me, caressing my head. "I'm sorry about my bad comment; you're a cheating blonde angel, does that sound better?"

I nodded and sucked a little more of his schlong into my mouth. I felt my lips crawling back further and further, and I felt vibrations more and more from his wood and his hands. I watched his eyes as he just viewed me.

'Yes, open your mouth widely, Pete and watch your MILF pleasure you. Maybe you have no idea why I'm blowing you, but that's okay, you just need to worry about cumming. Don't shoot down my throat; you can do that, can't you? You want to explode all over my face this time, don't you? You already drenched my stomach and bosoms, but now you need to hold it for as long as you can and shoot it all over my face when the time comes. You might have unloaded a good sum of your supply, but you can build up another load for your best friend's mom, can't you? Pull my hair if you want, I don't mind.'

I let my lips thrust on his cock over one-hundred times in less than five minutes. I couldn't resist the urge to let my lips move faster and please just a little bit more. I wasn't even sure how long I could go, considering my lips were hurting as I frequently pressed them on his member.

I held his wood as hard as I could, but I didn't go easy on him at all. I just wanted to push him as hard as possible and see where his breaking point came. I also had my own coming, but I was in it to win it, period.

'I'm shedding tears and so are you, Pete. It's alright, I swear I don't think less of you, in fact, that means that we're a match, so we can effortlessly connect when we have sex. I can only imagine how much you'll love having his dick inside my pussy. I know I'll love it, and you should too, bastard. You're helping a MILF commit adultery, don't worry, I won't fault you for that either.'

"Maybe I've thought about you like this before, London, but I never thought this would actually be happening. Now that is, I'm in shock, I'm fighting hard to cum too soon, but can we have sex again?"

I smirked a bit and calmly let his dick out. "You want to help a MILF cheat, Pete?" I pondered, taking it in my right hand.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Crap, I guess so, London."

"Its nothing to be ashamed of, you know," I assured him, rising with him and stroking his member. "Unless we get caught," I let him know before I kissed him and lowered myself right back to his cock. "You can make sure you don't shoot down my throat, right? So you can splatter my face, correct?"

"Yes, if I get to stick it inside another hole."

"Deal," I giggled, prior to letting his schlong back in my mouth.

"Oh, hell yes, London, cheat with me all you want, I don't mind. I never really liked your husband anyway," he moaned, placing his hands on my head.

I laughed somewhat and angled my head up a bit so he could see my own face. He glared at me but said nothing. He just allowed my mouth to do all the talking, but he still managed to fondle my head and keep himself upright.

I let my tongue come onto his cock hole as my lips moved somewhat slowly at that point. I moved it back and forth right on that spot and saw the effect it had on him. He shook his body as if he got struck by lightning.

"Hell yes, London," he moaned, yanking my hair again. "Obviously, your husband just doesn't know what he is missing. I haven't spent a lot of time around you, but you are a great woman and even better fucker," he let out before he slanted his head back too.

'Thank you, it is nice to hear, but don't hold out on me, I want your seed.'

With each passing minute, he seemed even closer to bursting. He appeared to hold himself together long enough to look right into my eyes by then, so that proved to me that his cum was boiling quite a bit and he was close to shooting.

'Is your time coming, young man?'

"Heck yes," he moaned, hitting the wall. "Yes, I have to shoot now, London."

I let his cock out took it in my hand again. "Then let your dick erupt already," I advised him, glancing at him.

"Yes, London," he moaned, wiping his face.

I didn't bother rubbing it for him again; I just let it right in front of my eyes before he had to release his first stream onto my face.

"Yes," I moaned, closing my eyes. "I love to have a man shoot my face," I let out before his second shot hit me. "Give me more, Pete."

He did indeed and allowed four more streams onto my face like the horny young bastard he was. Each stream seemed to be a little hotter than the last, but not quite as big though. In any event, I kept his member in place the whole time and had my eyes closed.

Even after his cock stopped shooting, I kept my hand on it as it didn't go limp even a bit. I let it all dry for a few seconds before I slowly wiped my eyes and glanced back up at him. He looked directly at me but failed to say a word.

"I liked that, Pete," I muttered, stroking his rod again slowly. "Did you like it too?"

"Yes, London."

I didn't say anything for a moment but kept my hand on his pecker. I pressed my body onto his slightly again and kissed him a bit too while rubbing his schlong. We kissed each other numerous times rather slowly and let the intimacy rise a bit.

We just enjoyed each other's company for a few minutes before he backed away somewhat. "Are we going to have sex now?"

"Oh, aren't you an eager beaver?" I asked, snatching his hands and placing them on my pussy. "Don't you want to feel it with your fingers first? Is one hard johnson better than ten fingers?"

"Yes, but those fingers do feel pretty damn good now," he let me know, caressing my twat.

"Good," I said, advancing him on the wall. "Remember this the next time you fuck a horny middleaged MILF, Pete. They do like a little kissing and rubbing first before sex, and if you offer up your meat, she will take it and chow down in due time. What about my bush, do you like that too?"

"Yes, and dually noted. Your cherry is soaked too, not because of the water."

"Nope, because of the hunk that is finger fucking me now, he is a young stud, and I'm about to take him for a ride," I announced before I had us both get down on our knees.

I gently pushed him down to his back, but so his head wasn't in the way of the shower.

Although, then I got right over him and grabbed onto his wood. "Can you control your cock again, so you don't unleash your seed inside me? I'm not ready to show Josh a baby bump just yet."

"Yes, London," he answered, placing his palms on my hooters.

"We definitely like each other," I pointed out, grinning right before I let his schlong into my slit. "I got off the pill months ago because I can't get my husband to fuck me, isn't that a shame?"

"Yes, he should treasure you like a queen, London," he moaned, squeezing my jugs again.

"Good, now enjoy this," I said before I began bouncing up and down a bit. "That's my snatch thrusting on your bare cock, Pete. Do you like it?"

"I love it, London, it feels wonderful."

"Good, now lie back and enjoy again, you dapper man. Cherish my titties and my cunt, as I adore you for loving the pleasure," I invited him, laying my hands on his stomach.

Fucking him on the bathtub floor wasn't the best place to have sex, but I made it work once it was happening. His head stayed back on the floor, but he kept his eyes on my rack at least. His hands covered my nipples, but he still seemed stunned by them.

As I bounced up and down, my breasts went right along with them. Pete couldn't hold them hard enough for them not to move, and I certainly wasn't helping as I pleasured him either. I bit down on my lip and just tried to prep myself to fuck him for as long as possible.

"Wow, you do have a big dick, Pete, I feel it getting harder in my cherry now. Dare I ask: am I making you incredibly horny now?"

"No, I've been horny ever since I walked in that door, but you're pushing me more and more to get my schlong as hard as a rock. Your whole body helped quite a bit, but your sexy persona definitely got me to throw all caution to the wind and made me bring it out with you looking at me."

"I only do that for studs like you," I responded before I began moving my torso even more.

He closed his eyes for the first time in that position, and I saw him begin to struggle somewhat. I couldn't be sure if he could control his load, but I took the risk as I couldn't be hornier at the moment. Even as I felt his dick shaking due to pleasure, I didn't care.

I felt the excitement from cheating on Josh, and I let it run me, so to speak. I rode him as if I was eighteen again and there was no stopping me. It just seemed like a dream as I moved into another state of pleasure.

"My knees are hurting a little bit, and my big jugs get my back somewhat too, but I'm fucking a sweet and sexy young man, Pete. I'm making you feel good, but come on, play with these melons: shake them, pinch my nipples, or get up here with me and have some real fun. I don't mind, and you have to maximize your playtime when you screw a MILF. I know your mom would surely slap you if you didn't have fun with a married MILF, so don't piss her off, okay?"

"Fine," he moaned before he leaned up with me. "I always thought I'd visit London first before I ever dreamed I'd have my dick inside you, London," he mentioned, placing his hands on my butt.

"Don't worry; I get that a lot," I informed him, wrapping my arms around him. "Now kiss me again."

He swiftly pressed his lips onto mine again, and we made out passionately. My hooters pushed onto his chest yet again, and oddly enough, I felt more thrills going throughout my body from kissing him, rather than fucking him. Even as our lips stayed together, I still managed to thrust my twat onto his wood somewhat and make it vibrate, too.

That could have also been traced back to him caressing my ass as well. He had proved early on that he had a crush on me, so I knew he was willing to let our sexual escapade play out as much as possible. That time, our tongues did come into the equation, but I made mine cross over first.

He backed away somewhat. "You're crazy, London."

"Crazy like a horny skank that cheats on her husband with her best friend's son."

"Have you cheated before?"

"No, but now that I have your dick inside me, I don't regret it. I'm not about to tell Josh about this, but I'm enjoying myself now. That fucker works and works with your dad, but pays me no attention. I mean no disrespect to your father, but still, my pussy needs some stimulation not coming from my fingers or vibrator. I'm in my forties, but I need and want a man to fuck me. It's not like I had to lure you in here either, hunk."

"Aren't you a flatterer?"

"It comes with the 'MILF' charm, young man, now kiss me one more time."

We pasted our lips together yet again, and we both chuckled somewhat. Neither of us stopped moving altogether, so I knew Pete's heart was racing too. The thrill of almost getting caught and us knowing that I was committing adultery also fueled both of our engines.

Although, after five minutes, his lips jumped off mine. "Shit, my lips are tired now."

"Don't worry, I won't judge you, but you've managed not to shoot, that's commendable. Fucking a MILF and not cumming in the first seven minutes, you should feel proud of that."

"You're really clinging to the whole 'MILF' thing, London. Does it get you off to have sex with a younger dude?"

"Yes, because it is brand new. You'd have to call me a slut if I fucked every one of Joe's friends, but I decided that you should be the first one. For that, you should feel quite lucky."

"I do, London, you are stunning in every sense of the word, and I've never been with a woman even a faction as sexy as you are."

"Now who is flattering who here?" I pondered before I kissed him.

Our lips parted after only a few seconds, but then we just looked at each other in silence. We also stayed close, so my bosom kept touching him slightly. He could have peeked down at them, but he chose to just look straight back at me.

"You're bitting your bottom lip; you aren't falling for me, are you, Pete?"

"No, but I do feel my defenses to not cum breaking."

"Then break it," I ordered him, putting a small gap between us. "And get these tits you lust after, horny man," I commanded him, placing my hands on his head and pushing it towards them. "Cherish this mother's nipples, dear Pete."

He opened his mouth and went to my right nipple. As I watched him begging to please me, I released his head and leaned back on my hands. His eyes were down on my bosoms for the time being, and then he even grabbed onto the sides of them.

Although, he stayed on my right nipple and licked it incessantly for me. Then he had me breathing heavily again, but also managed to add his own thrusts from his dick to the mix to shatter my defenses as well.

I moved my body somewhat from side to side and up and down, but he followed me around effortlessly. He only licked my nipples up until then, but he certainly made me feel good doing that alone.

"Oh, you must have a thing for MILFs, dare I ask: is that true?"

He nodded but didn't stop slathering my nipple.

"Yes, let that pink soft flesh fling just like that. Son of a bitch, I must have underestimated you. I knew you weren't a virgin, but it seems that you truly know how to thrill a lady. I'm not just any lady either; I'm your mom's best friend. We've only known each other for a few years, but it is still taboo for us to get involved, don't you think?"

He nodded again and began massaging my jugs for me as well.

"Oh, do you feel that pussy juice coming out now? I have a big dick sliding calmly in my slit and your slick tongue on my nipple down there too. That is a good mix of pleasure to gratify me, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've had sex with a MILF before."

He kept a straight face as his eyes failed to come off mine. I grinned at him, even though I didn't know what the answer was, but yet; he managed not to change a single facial expression that I could see.

Then I let out my other hand behind me and supported myself with both. It came in handy a moment later when I felt Pete's hand come onto my twat as well. I couldn't be sure that he would help support me when he was so busy.

"Oh, I love those fingers too; they are quite soft and easy to move to. Don't worry, if you make me have an orgasm too soon, I'm more than ready to keep going. I don't know what your mom and Joe are doing right now, but I think they'll be fine without us. They can always just play a board game, or maybe your mom can teach him a few things. Maybe your pleasuring skills just come naturally to you, so have those Redman genes that make you a sex machine."

"I did see them chatting in his room before I left for the bathroom, but don't you ever shut up, London?" he whined, peeking back at me.

"Not while around sexy men I want to fuck, do you ever hear me spouting off when Josh is around? No, you don't. Do I chat it up with you from time to time, yes. Do I-" I said before he kissed me again.

His lips parted from mine after only a few seconds. "Need to shut it? No, because you are a breathtaking MILF," he moaned, leaning back. "You can do no wrong."

He lay down but kept his hands on my rack and them right over my nipples. I smirked at him and just got back to riding him as I placed my hands over his.

"We'll definitely have to fuck again, but you'd prefer a bed, right? That way you can screw me properly, and I'll even make sure to have the condoms ready too. I'll even buy a few boxes if you like. I can send Joe away, and you know your dad and my husband are always working, so we can have the house to ourselves too. Did you enjoy my nipple?"

"I love that idea, and yes, it tasted like candy, London."

"And maybe next time, you can find out what my pussy tastes like too, but don't worry, I don't expect every man that eats me out to be perfect. For a sexy young man like yourself, I'll give you some time to work up some skills, but on the other hand, you do have the gift to please me in other ways."

"Oh, hell yes," he moaned, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side.

I giggled a little bit and flexed my butt muscles a bit to squeeze his cock even more.

"God damn, you're dynamite, London," he laughed as his body shuddered around a bit.

I just maintained my position and applied firm squeezes to his hands. I had to revel in the sweet pleasure of seeing a man losing it as I fucked him. Josh had robbed me of that gratification for too long, so by then, I had to relish it.

"Shit, London," he moaned, flipping his head from side to side.

"Peter, did you just cum?"

He calmed himself down a few seconds later. "Oh, I'm sorry, London."

I held still and smiled for ten seconds. "Don't worry, Pete, what goes up, must come down," I informed him before I leaned down to kiss him.

Then I got up right over him and spread out my pussy lips. "Nothing to be sorry about, Pete because it can all just plummet out," I mentioned before a pause we watched. "And that's a lot too. Damn, any woman should be lucky to get you. I hope you like your own seed getting on your skin, but you still have the shower to get it off yourself."

"I can deal with it."

"Good," I said, getting down with him.

I helped him up, and we both sat down flat on our butts. Then we encased our arms around each other and glued our lips together too. We rather enjoyed each other's company once again and just kissed each other while his cock finally got some time to breathe.

We both stayed upright and didn't lie down. Although, after a few minutes, I knew Pete's lips got tired again, but he didn't part his lips from mine even for a second. I let my hands down to his butt once again and grabbed onto his cheeks really hard too.

"You're still crazy," he moaned while kissing me.

"I know, to the outside world, I might be a boring woman with a son and husband supposedly living the dream, but I'm truly a kinky woman just needing to show herself now and then. Luckily, you got the advantage of that."

"Sweet," he added, letting his lips off mine.

We just looked at each other with lustful smiles again for a moment.

"We better get out of here before someone notices that we're missing."

"Okay, until next time," he said before kissing me. "I'll be watching you."

"Right back at you, I can't wait to have sex with you again."

"That's the MILF factor."