Story 39 #3
She reached out and ran a hand over his chest. As she did so, he saw her eyes widen for a moment, as though in surprise, and then her playful touch seemed to change, feeling more like a caress. He felt a stirring in his pants. He wanted this, wanted her, but surely it could never happen. Surely not.
“Anyway,” she said, shaking her head as though to clear it, “grab those bags, would you?”
She looked into his eyes, and he could see something in them, something wild and dark, something that he wanted to unleash.
“Sure,” he said.
He picked the bags up and followed her inside. He watched as she walked in front of him, watched her fat, round ass as it swayed from side to side. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to grab hold of it, how wonderful it would feel. He thought about pushing his hard cock against it, rubbing it against her. He thought about bending her over the kitchen table while she squealed with delight. He thought about pushing her dress up, pulling her panties down, tearing at them. He thought about holding her in place as he pushed his cock into her, as she pushed back against him, as he buried himself deep inside her.
His cock was more than stirring now. He could feel it throbbing dully in his pants. He told himself that he had to get a grip, but it was impossible. He had kept his libido in check over summer, but now it felt as though it was about to break free.
She led him through to the kitchen.
“Just put them there,” she said. He put the bags on the kitchen table. They looked at one another. He felt as though something was about to happen. A part of him was fearful of it, telling him to get out of there. And yet, he couldn’t move.
She stepped closer to him. She moved right in front of him. She was shorter than him, and she turned her face up to his. She looked up at him curiously. He looked down at her. He struggled to focus on her face and not look further down at her breasts.
“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?” she said to him softly.
“I can be,” he said.
She looked unsure, but then she looked as though she had made up her mind about something.
She grabbed hold of the front of his T-shirt, pulling him to her. His body came against hers. He felt the softness of her breasts against him.
“Show me,” she whispered urgently, “show me just how bad you can be. I need you to show me what you can do.”
This was madness. By now, however, it was also inevitable.
He took her face in his hands and bent down to kiss her. His lips pushed against hers, against those full, soft lips that he had dreamed of kissing for so long. He felt her lips push back against his, felt her tongue come into his mouth, eagerly probing for his.
His hands left her face and went to her waist. He could feel the seductive curve of her hips. He slid his hands up and down slightly, marveling at the shape of her, the feel of her in his hands.
He felt her hungry tongue pushing against his. One of her hands went to the back of his head. Her fingers pushed through his hair and then grabbed it, pulling hard for a moment. She pulled his head backward, breaking their kiss, and then her mouth was on his throat. She licked at his skin and then she kissed him, sucked on him. He felt her teeth dig in, biting him suddenly. The bite was sharp, and he tensed for a moment with the sensation of it. Had she known how hard she was biting him? And what if it left a mark? How on earth was he going to explain something like that to his girlfriend, to Anna’s daughter? Something told him that she knew exactly what she was doing, that she liked danger.
As if to confirm this, she raised her face from his throat and looked into his eyes with a mischievous grin on her face.
“I’m a bad girl too,” she muttered, and then she was kissing him again. Her other hand moved over his chest, feeling his muscles through his T-shirt. He felt her hand move further down, down to his waist. The hand then slid up underneath his T-shirt, her fingers moving over his muscles.
One of his hands moved around behind her while the other one stayed on her waist, just holding her.
The hand on her back moved up, moving beneath her hair where it fell down her back. His fingers then got caught in her hair, and then he moved his hand down her back again, down until he felt the swell of her juicy ass just below where his hand rested. He kept his hand there, on the small of her back, for a moment. He was feeling slightly unsure about just what to do. He wanted that ass, wanted it so bad. His cock was throbbing in his pants, as though urging him on, urging him to take what he wanted.
But for a moment he couldn’t do it. He kept thinking about how good it had looked as it swayed before him, how he had wanted it. But it felt as though it was almost a step too far. If he grabbed hold of it then things would be escalating, surely, and then there was no turning back. He tried to think about his girlfriend, tried to tell himself that this was wrong, but then her mother moved in even closer to him, her incredible breasts pushing against him, her body grinding up against his, and suddenly he could barely remember what his girlfriend even looked like.
Then, Anna was grinding up against his crotch, pushing up against the hard bulge there. He pushed back against her, his hunger for her reaching a whole new level.
He pushed her back against the kitchen table. Now, there was no stopping him. Both of his hands went down to her ass now. He grabbed hold of it and it was just as soft, just as wonderful, as he had always dreamed that it would be. He felt his fingers push into it as he pushed himself against Anna, his cock rubbing at her through his pants.
She wrapped her arms around behind his head as they continued kissing. Then, she turned and looked behind her for a moment. She hopped up so that she was sitting on the table. Then, she turned back to him and pulled him to her, kissing him again.
She spread her legs, and he moved in between them. He felt her thighs squeezing his sides. One of his hands went to one of her thighs. He felt the supple flesh beneath his hand. He slid his hand down to the knee and squeezed her knee for a moment.
Then, his hand began to slide up her leg. He moved up her thigh, amazed at how smooth, how lovely, her skin felt. He moved his hand all the way up to the bottom of her dress. The dress had been pushed up her thigh slightly, exposing more and more of it. His hand paused there, his fingers lightly playing with the bottom of her dress. He wanted to move further up, but for a moment he stopped, undecided.
Then, he slid his hand up underneath her dress. It was pulled tight against her thigh, and he felt his fingers pushed against her. He began to slide his hand around to her ass.
As he did this, his kisses moved to her throat. She tilted her head to one side and his other hand went to her face, pushing her hair back out of the way. His other hand was on her waist, and it moved up her body. He felt it brush against one of her breasts, one of those wonderful, full, juicy breasts.
He could hear her breathing heavily now. One of her hands was beneath his T-shirt again, feeling his body, and her other hand was on his ass, grabbing hold of it, pulling him to her, wanting him.
“Stop, stop,” he heard her pant. He stopped the movement of his hand and raised his face from her throat. For just a moment, a terrible idea came into his mind. What if this was some kind of moment of clarity for her? What if she was going to tell him that they couldn’t do this, that it was madness, that they had to stop? He knew that if she said that, then she was simply stating a truth that they were both in denial about. But at the same time, he didn’t want her to say that, didn’t want this to stop.
She looked into his eyes, and he saw the wicked glint there. That was enough to tell him that she didn’t want this to stop either.
She ran one hand down over his chest, down over his stomach. Her hand paused at his pants. Then, she moved the hand further down. She grabbed the hard bulge there and squeezed it.
“I think,” she said softly, “that it’s time we took this upstairs, don’t you?”
All that he could do was nod. He was completely under her spell at this point. He would do whatever she wanted him to do.
She hopped down from the kitchen table. He took hold of her waist and pulled her to him. They kissed for a moment, tenderly, and then she took hold of his hand. She began to lead them upstairs. They walked past her daughter’s room. He glanced at the closed door for just a moment, thinking about the times when he had fucked Cindy in that room, when they had been home alone. Now, however, he had something else in mind, and he did his best to put all thoughts of Cindy out of his mind.
They walked into Anna’s room, and she pushed the door closed behind them. She turned to him, and then they were kissing again, both of them wild, their passion reaching a whole new level as they both knew that this was it, that things were really about to come to a head now.
He felt her pulling at his T-shirt. He raised his arms for her, and she pulled it off. She looked at his body, a light in her eyes.
She ran her hands over his chest.
She stepped in closer and licked him.
He pulled her to him, one of his hands back on her ass again now, right where he liked it to be.
He pulled at the back of her dress, and then his hand slid in beneath it. He grabbed hold of her ass through her panties and then he pushed the back of them down, grabbing hold of her ass properly.
His other hand moved up her body and grabbed one of her breasts through her dress. He was unrestrained now. And she was ready for him, ready to give herself to him.
She stepped back from him and pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She tugged on the dress, and it slid down from her body in one smooth motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his eyes fixed on her incredible breasts as they came free.