Story 39 #2
He pushed her panties to one side and began to play with her pussy properly, the tips of his fingers teasing her, exploring her, before moving to her clit and rubbing at it. Her moans grew more urgent, and she tugged on his cock casually.
She pulled back, raising herself up again to look down at him.
“That’s good, baby,” she said breathlessly.
“I want to taste you,” he said, looking into her eyes.
She smiled and climbed off him. She lay back on the bed and pulled her skirt and her panties off. He hurriedly pushed his pants off as well, so that they were both naked.
He was about to move between her legs, but she surprised him by pushing him back so that he was lying down again.
Then, she knelt over him.
She took hold of his cock and gave it a stroke.
“Good boy,” she murmured.
Then, she climbed onto his face, straddling him with one thigh on either side of his head.
He could see her pussy, could see it glistening there. He could smell its sweet scent.
Then, she pushed it down onto his face.
He licked at it greedily. She still had his cock in her hand and now she bent down to it. He felt her lick it and then he felt her lips around it as she pushed it into her mouth.
Her hips bucked slowly, pushing her pussy to his tongue as he lapped at it, as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it, her lips tight around it, her mouth moving up and down. He could hear the slurping of her mouth on his cock as he grabbed her ass in both hands, feeling how tight it was, and pulled her pussy down to his face, her juices on his mouth, his cheeks, his nose.
It was incredible. But he knew that it was all leading to something else. And soon enough he knew that it was time.
He rolled over, pushing her away gently. He went to his knees, and she did the same. They went to one another, kissing, her hand around his cock again. She licked at his face, tasting her own juices.
Then, she lay down, submitting to him, giving herself to him. She still held his cock and she pulled him down to her as she pulled her knees up, opening her legs, and then he was looking down into her face, seeing the color in her cheeks, seeing her brow furrow and her mouth form a silent O as he pushed his cock into her. She was tight, so tight. But she was also wet, slick, and he eased his cock into her. He felt her body trembled as he slowly slid into her. He held his cock in there, feeling her pussy tight around him, and then he began to thrust into her. He felt her arms around him, holding him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. He felt her thighs pushing against him. He started slowly, appreciating every single stroke as he felt his cock bury itself in her, as her moans grew more urgent. But it was too much. He couldn’t control himself. Soon, he was thrusting into her harder, faster, pounding away at her. Her fingers dug into him even more, her moans turned to cries. He looked down into her face, seeing the ecstasy written there.
He kept going, kept going, fucking her in a frenzy now, fucking her harder, harder, and then, finally, he came inside her, explosively.
Panting, he got to his knees and looked down at her. She was breathing heavily. He reached down and ran a hand down from the swell of her breasts, down to her stomach, feeling the sharp rise and fall of her breathing.
He smiled to himself. This had been good. And he wanted more.
And he’d had more. That had been how things had started, and it felt as though they had barely slowed down at all. That was of course, till she had gone away.
When that had happened, he’d initially wondered how his libido would cope with it. He had wondered how she would cope as well. But it had been surprisingly not too hard. And perhaps that had contributed partly to why he wasn’t exactly excited about her return. Perhaps he had realized that there wasn’t really a whole lot to their relationship beyond the physical. They got on well together, certainly. But shouldn’t there be more to it than that?
She was coming back the following day. He knew that he had to make some kind of decision about how he felt regarding this whole situation, but he felt as though he was stuck in some kind of limbo. He didn’t really know what to do.
How had the time gone so quickly? He had thought that he would have a lot more time to think about what to do.
He decided to go for a walk. He was going to use this as a chance to think things through without any distractions.
He headed out. It was a sunny day, and it felt good to feel its warmth on his face.
He began walking around the streets aimlessly. He was lost in thought, trying to decide the best thing to do. He told himself that, when it came down to it, maybe she would be the one to make the decision. Maybe she was having doubts of her own about this whole situation, and she would surprise him by telling him that it was over. He thought this over, trying to decide if this was a best case scenario or if it would, in fact, be a terrible outcome for him.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked around. He was surprised to see that he was walking along Cindy’s street. Was this some sign? Some way of his subconscious letting him know that he did, in fact, want to be with Cindy? Or was he overthinking it?
He considered turning back and going in a different direction, but he told himself that there really wasn’t any point in doing something like that. He might as well just continue on his way.
He walked along the street. He was close to her house.
Then, as he drew close to it, he saw Cindy’s mother’s car. He stopped again for a moment, suddenly thinking about Cindy’s mother.
Anna. That was her name. She had always insisted that she call him by her first name. She had always seemed too young to be Cindy’s mother. In truth, she was only about forty years old, but she looked fantastic for her age. Even though she looked different from Cindy in many ways, it was still clear where Cindy had got her good looks from. It was also clear where she had got her raw sexuality from. And he sometimes wondered to himself, was that also where she got her wicked side from? He wasn’t sure. Sometimes, Anna would look at him in a certain way that would leave him wondering just what was going on in her mind, just what she got up to behind closed doors. And a part of him was desperate to find out.
He’d had a crush on her since the first moment he had laid eyes on her. There was no point in denying it. He knew that it was wrong to feel like this about his girlfriend’s mother, but he didn’t think that any red-blooded man who laid eyes on her would blame him for it.
She was taller than her daughter, with long legs. She worked out regularly and had a tight, athletic body that she loved showing off in tight dresses that showed off the seductive curve of her hips, her flat stomach and, of course, her large breasts. Every time he saw her, it was a struggle not to look at her breasts as they kept looking as though they were about to spill out of her dress. He remembered one time when she had bent down in front of him to pick something up and he had seen down the front of her dress. He had stopped breathing for a moment, just looking at that sweet valley, that promised land.
Her skin was light, almost pale. She had a beautiful, unlined face. Her eyes were large and a dark green color. Her lips were full and looked as though they were almost in a permanent pout. She had high cheekbones, and she had a way of looking at him that looked as though she wanted to devour him, to tear him apart and have her way with him. And when she looked at him like that he knew that he wanted her to do just that.
She had long black hair that contrasted with her light skin. She looked incredible. She looked as though she were meant for good times, and he sometimes found himself wishing that he were the one having those good times with her. He found himself wondering if there was another man in her life, found himself getting jealous about these imaginary men, even as he lay in bed with her daughter, even as he could still taste Cindy on his lips, could still feel what it had been like to have his cock inside her.
Now, thinking about Anna only added another element of uncertainty to this whole situation. Could he really want to be with a woman when he was thinking like this about her mother? But if he broke up with Cindy, would that mean that he wouldn’t see Anna again? And yet, that was no reason to stay with her, was it?
He felt even more confused as he slowly walked up to their house. As he walked past, he froze for a moment but then kept walking.
There was Anna. She was picking up some bags of shopping from the porch. He watched her bend down, looked at how her dress clung to her ass when she did it, imagined what it would be like to grab hold of that juicy ass.
Then, suddenly, she turned around. He felt himself turning away frantically, sure that she would have caught him looking at her ass, sure that she would know just what it was that he was thinking about.
But all that she did was wave.
“Pete!” she called out, “What are you doing here? You know she’s not back till tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yeah, I was just out for a walk!” he called back, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Oh, really? Are you sure that it wasn’t just that you missed me?”
“Well, that as well, of course!”
He hoped that she couldn’t hear the truth behind his joking words.
“Why don’t you come over and say hello?” she called out to him, “I’ve missed you as well, you know. And you can help me with these bags.”
“Sure,” he said. He felt his heart racing. Would this be the last time that he saw this wonderful woman if he broke up with her daughter?
As he drew close, she looked even more stunning than he remembered. She was looking him up and down.
“Well,” she said, “I must say that I’ve missed having a man about the house. Come on, grab those bags. I know you’ve got the muscles for it.”