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(If you have not read parts 1-3, it would help to get the context. However, I will give a short introduction.)

INTRODUCTION

My wife and I had gone on vacation to a lake cabin for 20 years. Since our last vacation she died from cancer. She made me promise to go at least one last time without her. I arrived on a Saturday after strongly debating whether I really wanted to do this. My wife and I had so many memories from these trips. We had made so many friends at the resort and had gotten to know many of the staff by name. I had helped 2 high school/college girls (Sarah and Sammy) with their basketball skills over the past 5 years. I had also helped another (Maggie) with her mathematics studies during the same time period. My first 2 mornings they thanked me by having sex with me. Sarah the first day and Maggie the second day. The third day my wife’s cousin, Cindy, who had lost her husband less than a year ago, invited me to her house and asked me to have sex with her. She needed assurance she was still an attractive, desirable woman more than anything else.

BACK TO THE PRESENT

I had arrived back at the cabin after my time with Cindy and discovered a note from Sammy saying she had missed me when she had come by to do the housekeeping. She said that she had something to give me and hoped to see me before I left. My imagination took over thinking about what she had in mind. However, I had scheduled and paid for an all day fishing trip for the next day. So I knew I would have to wait to find out.

I woke up early the next day, got dressed, then walked down to the dock where I was to be picked up. At the promised time the boat arrived. There were 2 others from the same resort and one other client already on the boat. The guide and his assistant helped us aboard and we were off.

Fishing went well. We all caught our limit of walleye. We caught a couple of northern pike, several bass, and a number of pan fish. The guide said they would clean the fish and keep them for us to pick ours up anytime in the next week. He dropped us off at our respective locations at about 4 in the afternoon.

I found nothing unusual when I got back to the cabin. Housekeeping had been and gone. No note this time. I decided to order pizza for supper. A local pizza parlor had one of the best thin-crust pizzas I had ever tasted. I ordered a shrimp pizza with extra cheese. Yes an unusual choice, but it was my wife’s favorite. The pizza came about 40 minutes later. I was enjoying the pizza, but soon realized that I ordered the size my wife and I shared. There was much more than I was going to be able to eat. I turned on the television to one of my wife’s favorite programs. I continued working on the pizza remembering the good times we had shared while at the cabin. I put the remainder of the pizza in the refrigerator and continued watching TV. After a few hours I decided to go to bed early. The day out on the lake had tired me out.

I slept well. I woke up Thursday morning and ate the free continental breakfast provided by the resort. Back at the cabin I read the book I brought with me. When housekeeping came it was a young lady I had not seen before.

“Good morning, Mr. Thomas,” she greeted me.

“Good morning,” I responded. “Please replace the towels, make the bed, and empty the garbage.”

“Sure, Mr. Thomas,” she said.

She went about her work, then left for the next cabin on her checklist. I decided to do some errands in town. I returned just after noon. I was feeling tired so I laid down on the bed and feel asleep.

I woke up to the feeling of someone touching me. I opened my eyes to see Sammy on the bed attempting to remove my pants. I noticed the smile on her face first, then noticed she was naked.

5 YEARS AGO

Sarah, Sammy’s sister, had worn a basketball jersey when she had come to do housekeeping. I asked if she played basketball and she said she did, but needed someone to help her with her game. I agreed to help her and we got together ağrı escort that afternoon. After the session I asked her if she knew someone else that played, so we could work on other skills. She said her sister, Sammy played, and she could be there the next day. Sammy came the next day. We worked on skills and I gave the girls a list of activities to work on themselves. We had 2 more sessions that year. They contacted me by phone throughout the year. And for 5 years we had worked together at the resort while I was there. They had both been on their high school varsity basketball team and had gone to state 2 years. They were now both playing for the same college team.

BACK TO PRESENT

Sammy continued to smile at me and I smiled back.

“Mr. Thomas I want to thank you like my sister did,” Sammy said. “Please help me get your clothes off.”

I lifted my hips and she pulled my pants and underwear off and tossed them aside. I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw into the pile with my other clothes. When I looked at Sammy again she was watching my penis gradually becoming erect. I enjoyed watching the expression become more and more lustful and full of desire. She licked her lips and I assumed she was getting ready to take me into her mouth. However, she crawled up over me and our lips met in a passionate and active kiss.

It felt wonderful having her long, trim, toned body on top of me with her soft, but perky, medium-sized breasts pressed into my chest. My penis which had quickly responded to the situation was “trapped” between our bodies, pointed up toward my waist. Her pussy lips were pressed up against it’s underside.

“Wow, I feel your manhood throbbing against me,” Sammy said into my ear. “This is for giving me my sister back.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Sammy responded, “Five years ago Sarah was about to give up basketball. She loved basketball, but her high school freshman coach told her at the end of the season that she needed to improve if she wanted to make the sophomore team. She asked for specifics, he gave her nothing helpful.”

“That’s horrible. The coach basically told her that he had no confidence that she could improve,” I said noticing Sammy had started moving her pussy lips along the length of my rod.

“Yes. She had told me privately that she had thought about committing suicide, if she didn’t make the team,” Sammy said almost matter of factly. “But she met you early that summer. You offered to help her. She was amazed a stranger would take interest in her and offer to help her.”

I was a little choked up. It had just been an observation that she was wearing a basketball jersey. Then I asked if she played basketball. This led to me doing basketball training with Sarah and her sister Sammy. I also had given them a list of self-training activities.

Sammy continued, “Your interest and confidence in her motivated her to become better. When she learned she had made the Junior Varsity team, skipping the sophomore team, she was ecstatic.”

I remembered how Sarah had called me that evening so excited she could not talk fast enough. Then Sammy getting on the phone telling me how she made the sophomore team skipping over the freshman team.

“This is my thanks to you!” Sammy said.

She had continued to slide her pussy lips along the length of my erection even with the distracting discussion I had become totally hard. Hard to the point I had pressed between her lips like a hotdog in a bun. Each time my tip rubbed against the top of her swollen lips Sammy let out a little “ooo”, “ahh”, or “ohh”. Her lips found mine again and she increased her pressure and speed. Her breathing was becoming short and fast as her vocals became louder and longer. I grabbed both of her butt cheeks with my hands and pulled her tighter against me. Although I thought I would have preferred to be in her mouth or love hole, I was thoroughly enjoying this sensation and was heading toward a climax. çeşme escort Sammy held her breath between gasps and moans, before reaching her orgasm.

“Oh my God, oh my God. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she shouted.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her. She twitched, shuddered, and shook as she lost control in ecstasy. This triggered my ejaculation coating our groins and stomachs with my milky fluid mixed with her fluids. After nearly two minutes she relaxed on top of me catching her breath. Once her breathing returned to normal, I suggested we clean up.

“Good suggestion!” Sammy said getting off me and the bed.

She then grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the bed. I looked at her stomach as I stood up. She was smeared with my semen mixed with her juices from her groin up to the bottom of her breasts.

“You sure are a mess,” I said laughing.

“You should see yourself,” she laughed back.

I looked down and saw what she was talking about. A good portion of the hair on my stomach was matted down with our sex fluids. My penis still semi-hard was “leaking” fluid. Sammy reached down with her finger and collected the fluid. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it off.

“Very nice!” she commented as she pulled me toward the bathroom.

It wasn’t until I followed her from behind that I noticed her womanly curves. Sammy had really become a beautiful, desirable woman. She had more curves than her sister Sarah. Now I saw her as such.

The bathroom in the cabin was very small. It was just wide enough to fit the bathtub. And deep enough to have the toilet next to the end of the tub where the faucets were and then enough floor space to let the door open inward. The sink was just outside the door. With a countertop that ran up to where the small refrigerator was located. There was a small microwave on top of the refrigerator. Sammy led me into the tub and turned on the water before I had both feet in and had pulled the shower curtain shut. It took her some time to adjust the temperature of the water because it took awhile for the hot water to run through the line from the water heater which I think was located in cabin next door.

As she was bent over I could not help myself and reached out and squeezed her was cheeks. Sammy squealed in delight. I continued as she adjusted the water temperature until she was satisfied. She then turned the middle knob sending the water to the shower head and cascading on to her back. She squealed again as the first couple of seconds the water was cold. She stood and faced me. I picked up the shower gel and squeezed some into my hand. Sammy held out her hand and I squeezed shower gel into it. I set the bottle down and son we were exploring each other’s body, lathering them up in the process. I concentrated on her breasts. There were good sized, soft, and perky. I had both of them in my hands and caressed, squeezed, and tickled them. Sammy returned my efforts with cooing and purring. She had started on my chest, rubbing and lightly pinching my nipples before going lower. I enjoyed this more than I imagined I would. No one had ever done this to me during foreplay. During this I noticed her eyes were wide and staring downward.

“It’s bigger than I thought. Sarah (her sister) told me it was big. None of my boyfriend’s were your size,” Sammy said. “I don’t know if I can take that inside me.”

When I realized that she was taking about my penis, I said, “We will go slow and we will stop, if you want to.”

This eased some of the concern I could see on her face. We finished cleaning each others stomachs and our hands moved lower. She circled her hand around my member and slowly moved up and down the full length. I quickly became fully hard.

“It’s pulsing in my hand,” she said.

I could feel my rod pushing against her grasp. My fingers pushed against her pussy lips. Two fingers caressed the outside and a third finger ran up and down the crack. She moaned louder the aydın escort more firmly I pressed them against her. My middle finger pushed between her lips and was quickly dampened by her hot juices. Sammy gasped when my finger entered. I avoided going too high. I wanted to wait to stimulate her clitoris. I moved lower and lightly scratched area from the lower part of her pussy lips to just inside her butt cheeks.

“Whoa! That feels wonderful!” she exclaimed.

She kept the first hand around my rod. Her other hand reached behind my scrotum and began rubbing and lightly scratching me toward my butt cheeks, then back to my scrotum. This sent a tingle the length of my penis. My penis jerked and throbbed with each movement of her hand.

Sammy noticed, “This must feel wonderful to you too.”

I nodded. My rod must have grown longer or my knees must have bent. The tip of my penis began bumping up against her navel. I moved my fingers back to her love hole. My thumb found her clitoris as two of my fingers entered her. She gasped and trembled. I increased my movement and Sammy moaned loudly as she increased her movement also. I knew I wanted to be inside her when I came. Took her hand pumping my rod until the tip was aligned with her entrance. I pushed forward and entered her a couple of inches. I felt her tense up.

“Tell me to stop if it gets painful,” I told Sammy.

She relaxed and nodded. Just by relaxing I slid a little deeper into her.

“It feels good. I feel some pressure, not pain, but pleasure,” she said.

I wondered how small and thin her boyfriends had been. I moved slowly in and out, going slightly deeper each time.

“My sister was right. This feels so much better than I have experienced before,” she said with increasing excitement and breathlessness. “Keep … go … ing!”

Once I had fully entered her I put a hand on each breast and massaged them with a moderate amount of pressure. Sammy moaned her approval. She was alternately squeezed and relaxing her vaginal walls on my penis inside her. Squeezing as I pushed in and relaxing as I pulled out. I could feel the pressure preceding my ejaculation building. I could tell her orgasm was greeting close. She took a couple of breaths then held her breath concentrating on the sensations she was feeling inside. I quickened my pace. She took a big breath. Then grunted “oh”. She exhaled. Then She inhaled again and grunted “oh again. This was repeated a few times before her orgasm took over.

“Oh God, yes. Oh God yes,” she nearly screamed. “Don’t stop!”

As if I would stop now. The pressure build inside me until it just had to be released. I exploded inside her. Filling her inside with my cream with several jets of the milky fluid. Even though she had clamped around my rod I kept up my pace. She relaxed for a second or so, then her second orgasm hit. It was nearly the same intensity as the first one. I maintained my pace.

She grabbed my hips and pulled me against her saying, “Stop … stop! Just stay still inside me!”

She held me tight as her body continued quaking. Eventually her shaking subsided and our breathing returned to normal. She looked at me with a tired, dreamy smile. I had softened and when she loosened her grip on my hips I slid out of her. I dripped a couple of drops of cum on her leg. The water had started to cool so we cleaned ourselves quickly in the lukewarm water. She turned off the water as I retrieved a couple of towels. We dried each other before getting out of the tub. There wasn’t much room in the small bathroom. I gave her a big hug and we kissed for several minutes. We stepped out of the bathroom.

She glanced at the digital clock by the bed and said, “I need to get dressed and get to my shift at the restaurant. Too bad I don’t have time for one more round.”

I agreed but stopped short of saying she could stop by tomorrow if she had time. We both got dressed. We shared a long, passionate kiss. Neither of us wanted to break the intense embrace we were sharing.

“I do have to go,” Sammy said. “Thank you for so many things. I hope I see you again before you leave.”

She walked out of the cabin toward the main lodge. I watched enjoying her beauty until she disappeared inside.

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My Soul Mate Mother-in-Law

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My marriage of 2 years ended in divorce. Blame it on my immaturity and didn’t have a grasp of the responsibility and demand of marriage. I thought so long we were in love things would fall in place. We were idealistic and didn’t have a stable foundation for a matrimonial relation.

After graduation and landed a job we were still very much a lovey dovey pair and thought ready to settle down and shortly we married. Initially was blissful but gradually we drifted apart as we faced the outside world and our aspiration changed. We had called time on our romance a year after marriage, with her busy work schedule leaving her little time to focus on our marriage. The work demand put stress with little time spent together. We had broader network of friends which changed our perspective in life. She began to have high expectation but our salaries cannot meet those wants and we squabbled frequently over financial matters. I failed to find a higher salary job.

I became depressed and felt low self esteem unable to give her a richer living. It was a painful parting for me but for her well being I agreed to the divorce so she was free to seek her fortune. It was an amiable divorce. I hugged and kissed her after I signed the divorce paper in the lawyer office. I was sobbing but she remained emotionless wanting to get over it quickly. I was depressed not my jolly mood for months. I kept blaming myself for the divorce because I couldn’t afford the life style she wanted. I was emotionally down.

For months I still couldn’t accept she never returned.

My mother in law could understand how dejected I was and often encouraged me to let go of the past and looked forward to a better tomorrow. She was of great emotional support for me, checked on how I fared regularly. She was shocked we divorced after such a short marriage and worried on her daughter chasing materialistic gains might cause her miseries later. She was an adorable mother, down to earth, pragmatic with a pleasant character. I admired her devotion character. She was a nice lady to have around in time of need. Soon after courting her daughter we had gotten to know one another pretty well over that time. Her demeanor was mild, never raised her voice or agitated. Like good old friends, we talked over my misfortune of a divorce.

She too have her sad life. I just couldn’t understand her husband would divorce such an adorable wife. A sweet young secretary daily with him was temptation to go astray. He took her on business with him and one thing led to another. Being careless got her pregnant and his choice of a young beautiful wife made him divorced my mother in law. My wife told me it was a toll on her mother, nervous breakdown and depression for many years.

Seeing me in my state, she related her own experience and how she overcame it. She collected herself and forged forward to succeed in her career. I too could be successful if I put my will to it. It was easy for her to tell me but I was still deep in low self esteem. She constantly reached out encouraging me in person if not via phone. I was much gratified I had such a nice person to comfort me during my solemn affairs. She helped me to recover from depression. I was grateful to her.

Upon reflection I found her characters matched what I wanted in a soul mate. Compassionate, understanding, thoughtful and considerate for others. I admired her maturity and life experiences and I felt that was what I needed in my ideal companion. When I was with her daughter I didn’t realize her virtues. If only her daughter had her qualities.

Well it was not the time to delve over the past. I must look forward in new endeavors she encouraged me. I liked her company as I appreciate her help and enjoyed her comforting conversation. She was genial in her concern about me throughout the times we interact. She was an articulate lady, patient and persuasive too.

I needed to plan for the future. Having another girlfriend to fill my void is easy but to get a soul mate who could share my life might not be that fortunate. I must regain confidence in myself first. With her encouragement I took on a more positive outlook in life. We went out dinner after work and always she initiated. I must be a nut head for not taking the initiative to invite her out to show my appreciation, to thank her for standing by me. In sorrow I was muddle headed but I slowly creep out of my solitude.

Somehow I began to like her company and found excuses to see her. I asked her out and she always obliged. So I wondered if she neglected her own social life to spend time with me. Or that she pitied me and tried to make up for her daughter forsaking me. Every time we met I was happier.

I looked forward to seeing her. In her presence I felt confidence I would make a complete recovery to understand my self-worth. She captivated me with her caring attitude. With frequent interaction I found that we could clicked, well matched in temperament and interests. My time spent with her made me slowly got over my depression and regain confidence. Soon I was chirpy and in cheerful mood. I took a liking on her and began to have emotional feeling for Alanya Yabancı Escort her though with due respect I still called her mother in law (MIL). I didn’t know when my feeling for her surfaced.

My love for her grew from seeing how affectionate a mother she was to her daughter and mother in law to me. I secretly wished her daughter had her qualities but it was not to be. She got a life after her daughter married me. She practically got her involved in our social outings. We went to nudist resort/beach she came along. She was game to try and enjoyed our interests. We never left her alone.

I learned from ex-wife she was a lonely woman, emotionally deprived and never again trust a man emotionally after her divorce. She was vivacious and suitors tried to get close to court her. Though she did try to pick up the pieces and gone on dates but none of which had turned out good. All those men wanted was a fling and to bed with no commitment. She just didn’t want to play the games or look for the “right” man. My ex said she never went out on single date for a long time. She had given up on men and stayed celibate.

So we tried to engage her in our activities. In the later time I knew her I began to see her virtues and beauty and that was when my emotion for her grew.

She had that thing call the X factor which provoked me wanting to get near to her. I felt edgy when she was not with me. I really craved to see her as time went by.

As time passed I viewed her more like another woman I fancy maybe with time could develop into a man-woman relationship. I had trouble rationalizing my emotion, would it be ethically right to have feeling for her and felt uncomfortable in her presence as to how to behave with her. At times I wanted so much to hold her hand as we walked or crossed the road but never had the courage to take her hands.

We met and had dinner on most days of the week and on weekend we would engaged in outdoor activities like jogging and biking. We liked each other company and practically spent our free time together.

I had yet to express my feeling for her I had been harboring for fear she turned me down. Having her company was a joy. I waited for an opportunity while I maintained at arm’s length and let nature take its course. Like the saying whatever will be will be and what will be yours will be yours.

In my previous marriage I was always accommodating and giving and hardly receiving. No mutual respect and caring. That was what caused the breakdown.

One positive sign was MIL treated me as if like a friend. I sensed that she was happy being with me. She never for once turned me down whenever I asked her for a date. Instead I knew several times she rescheduled her time so that we could meet. Maybe I was optimistic and read too much into her behavior or maybe she wanted me to recover soonest so that I won’t take up her time. Too much conjectures whirling in my mind. I just told myself enjoyed while the times were good. So far we have been going for meals and chatting about me getting back to normal routine putting the past behind me.

One day she popped a suggestion that I should find a girlfriend and lead a normal life again. I was disheartened on hearing that. At that time I still unsure her feeling for me. I was love smitten over her but she didn’t seem on the same path as me. Since I had not expressed my feeling to her, she might think we could the most be friend. I was in a fix.

After a silence I muttered I did found a lady I was interested. But added I didn’t know how she felt about me. So maybe I should work on it. She nonchalantly asked about her, how long I knew her and all the jest. I looked at her and observed her reaction as I replied her query. Her face twitted expressionless and the rest of the evening we talked about my interest in that lady. I could introduced that lady to her. She accepted. Then I asked if she could help me to select a birthday gift for my lady. She nodded her head.

So I let it be and changed the subject suggesting we adjourn to a disco lounge after dinner since it was a Friday and we could stay up late. She looked at me and asked was it really the last waltz for us. Intuitively I held her hands in mine and said we could have many more waltz if she like. She smilingly replied you promised? Yes how can I not honor you who helped me so much?

After settling the bill I held her hand for the first time and walked out of the restaurant. She held tight to me with arm round mine as we walked to the car. We danced the night away. She was marvelous dancing to the beats of hits. The best was in slow sentimental oldies.

We waltzed, initially I held her hand, my other hand on her waist as we glided tenderly on the dance floor. I glazed at her and was spell bound by her attractiveness. I couldn’t help but looked at her for a long time until she asked why I kept staring at her. I drew her closer to place my lips on hers. She responded eagerly thrusting her tongue to touch mine. It was a sexual awakening for us. We kissed passionately long, oblivious to those on the floor. Her hands round my neck while Alanya Yaşlı Escort mine round her waist. I slide my hand on her bums and gently ran my hands up and down her back. I was aroused stiffly erected in my pants hugging her tightly, my bulging crotch pressed against her.

I wanted her to feel my excitement with her, how she set me ablaze sexually. She hugged me tightly, whispered in my ears it was a delightful feeling engulfing her whole body.

I asked cheekily was she wet down there. In a flash of sensation, she asked me to find out myself.

She permitted me into her private space.

I knew from that time there won’t be any barriers between us. Indeed she had deep emotional feeling for me just like I had for her.

The natural course of events happened so beautifully, surprising to me. I could rest assure I had my soul mate right in front of me. Intuitively we found our love in each other without speaking too much. It was a blessing I divorced her daughter and found her. Then I found bliss with her, experiencing her tender loving care to nurture me back to find love. She was so near yet so far. However, I knew she was a beautiful woman with pleasant virtues.

I didn’t have a crush on her till much later months after my divorce. I wanted to seek my future with her. I believe we were walking the same path. I told a white lie about a lady I was interested. There was no such lady. On second thought I played along reminding her offer to help me select a birthday gift. Would she be jealous? Or she trusted me I won’t two timing her.

On a day we went to a watch shop to buy the gift. I told her I knew the lady about the same time I courted her daughter. And to generate a mystery said her birthday was the same as hers. She interjected then she young beautiful and men would want to court? I didn’t reply pretending I didn’t hear. I told her to choose a watch she would like herself making it easier to decide. It was a hint that lady was actually her, short of saying directly. I wanted to see her reaction. She appeared calm.

After trying a few, she choose one that was not pricey yet nice understanding my budget. The small little things she did made her all the more adorable. For her birthday I booked dinner whereas for that lady I would have lunch with her.

Or if she didn’t mind we three could dined together adding she won’t mind. I said she could do me a favor to assess if she was suitable for me while dining threesome.

That was another hint to her. Maybe she thought I was a nut who didn’t know the right protocol to court a girl. Obviously not with another girl as lamp post. She agreed and I was surprised she didn’t yelled and gave me an earful.

On that evening, I accompanied her to the restaurant ostentatiously holding the watch case. She dressed in impeccable youngish style gown. Most probably to match my perceived young lady. She looked gorgeous. For an hour we waited and she was glancing occasionally to catch a view of that lady. I noticed she was shifting in her chair rather impatient. I picked up my mobile and pretend to make a call to that lady which diverted to a message she had to go to hospital urgently. I set up the voice mail on that number to make it credible.

Then I jokingly said there would not be a lamp post after all. Only the two of us celebrating her birthday. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss wishing her a Happy Birthday then handed the watch case to her saying you choose it for yourself my dear Brenda, only wish I could afford a more elegant one, also thank you for watching my wallet.

The first time I called her by name. Her eyes wet beaming with joy extending her hands to embrace me with a long kiss.

“My dear you were that lady I secretly admired and wanted. You were the only one though you had yet to say you were available for me. I must be so dumb as not to proposition you. I was glad finally our destiny fit perfectly. We have each other now”.

I helped her to take off her elegant watch she was wearing and put mine on her wrist.

“Now we were be inseparable as you could see me every second of the day”.

I could see the joy in her sparkling eyes. My worries fizzled off. What I gone through and pain was worthwhile. I had found my soul mate. We enjoyed the dinner. Before we left I asked the waiter to take a photo of us with my phone. It was a delightful evening.

We had much to celebrate and adjourned to her place. We were two love birds chirping away. Once inside her home with door shut, I seized her in my embrace and planted my lips on hers, kissing tongues wriggling with my hands all over her. I carried her and sat her on the couch. I slipped my hands under her clothes feeling for her bosom and groin. Her panties was wet. I got her sexually aroused. Spontaneously she rubbed my bulging crotch.

I was aroused feverishly and a tingling feeling I would ejaculate made me pushed her hand away. I broke free from her and hurried to the bathroom. In the nick of time pulling down my fly and underwear freeing out my penis, gush of sperm shot out. She was behind me, holding my Alanya Yeni Escort erect penis pumping out the last gush of sperm into the toilet bowl. I turned my head around and kissed her while she continued to play with my penis.

She exclaimed “What a waste. My pussy after being celibate for years was very eager to receive your sperm”.

I got out of my clothing and helped her stripped off her clothes. I finally had a chance to view her body. She was gorgeous and sexy. We looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed an eternity. We had seen each other in the nude on the beach before when she occasionally joined us but not so close range. She exuded a desirable vivacious figure. Her face still wrinkle free and there is not a hint of gray in her hair. Her skin smooth, milky and soft.

I hugged her looking at the mirror said “Meet the lady I was interested and asked is the lady you looking at perfect for me?. You promised to help me decide remember?”

She giggled, turned around saying she was expecting she were the one but anxious she might be wrong. For the past few days she was strung up on high anxiety to see that lady of mine. You were not wrong.

“I wasn’t brave enough to proposition you”, I added.

She grabbed my penis and kissed me. I was salivating I finally got to have her.

I poured shampoo onto her hair, my fingers massaged her hair and in turn she washed mine. We soaped each other’s bodies. I ran my hands fondling all over her body while soaping her. We kissed and she washed my cock. It was hard again. She smiled playfully and knelt down to suckle my penis, held my cock in one hand and fondled my balls in the other, placing my cock in her mouth and flicked the tip with her tongue.

Her hand wrapped around my cock, she slowly began giving my cock a blowjob.

That was my first blowjob as my ex found it repulsive sucking my cock. I didn’t know it was a good blowjob or not. I did know that watching mom’s lips wrapped around my cock as she stroked it in and out was sensation I enjoyed. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely sucking as she moaned. I was soon erupting into mom’s mouth. She hungrily ate as much of my sperm as she could, but much of it flowed out of her mouth and dripped onto her chest. When I finished my ejaculation, she continued to suck on my cock until it went limp. As it slipped from her lips, she smiled up at me and rose from her knees. We embraced and kissed and I could taste myself in her mouth.

“I always wanted to taste the juices,” she purred with an erotic playfulness in her tone.

“I’ve fantasized about that for a long time. I can’t believe it came true,” I replied.

We both knew that that was just the beginning of our new intimate relationship. Sex would be a part of our lives for a long time to come. Our sex life would be sexciting totally with delightful pleasure, I could sense.

I brushed her hair back from her forehead. She smiled, her comely gesture told me everything developing as I wished for. It told me that she loved me as not her son in law, but as a man and a lover. It told me she felt exactly as I did.

In that one moment, brief as it was, I knew that we would be together as lovers.

I placed my lips on hers. Her lips parted and our tongues met. We kissed deeply and passionately. I lifted her to sit on the vanity counter. I sucked her ample breasts, nipples grown stiff. I hugged her and our mouths met again in the most passionate kiss; the kiss of lovers. Our breathing became heavy and in between kisses we told each other that we loved the other. She moaned and grasped at my body. I did likewise. We kissed long. We knew what was to come, but we stayed in the shower, raising our desires to a feverish pitch. My cock was raging with a hard on. I would grind up into her groin as we kissed. She slipped down the vanity counter, grinding her hips into my hard on and ground her pussy on my cock. I was on cloud nine. I didn’t want her to stop her raging behavior.

On reaching the stage that petting was only the beginning of a sexual tryst leading to the consummating stage we finished bathing and dried in rapid time.

I picked her up and carried her to bedroom, laid her on her bed. I sat next to her and slowly caressed her body, started with her breasts. I massaged the firm mounds with my hand, felt her erect nipples. I bent down and alternately suckled them. Her breathing was heaving with moans of pleasure. She looked at me as I fondled her breasts. I wanted to take my time tracing my lips and hands on her body. As I slid the down her legs, I was met with most intoxicating aroma of her pussy. I smelled womanly and heavenly scent. I breathed it in which only excited me more. Looking at her nakedness my lust turned wild and positioned to enter her pussy. Her turn to prolong foreplay, bade me to lie down which I did. She straddled me, naked, just over my knees. Her wonderful tits hung free, nipples erect. She reached her hand and began to rub my throbbing cock. My hips thrust forward as I met her hand with every stroke. I was aroused more than I couldn’t bear withholding any longer. I laid her on her back and kissed again, our bodies pressed together. I slowly kissed my way from her lips, to her neck to her chest, to her breasts. My lips found one of her firm rubbery nipples and sucked it in. My tongue flicked at it back and forth. She moaned and writhed under me and I knew that she was turning on.

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