- Put her in the closet, I do not need them yet. Take the others to the basement, ”Haley ordered.
Haley and I have been together for two years. We met in the first year of uni. I don’t know what she liked me, she says that it was my charisma, I don’t understand what it is about. As for me, I was torn down by her beauty. At that time she was engaged in dancing. In the first year she was late for a lecture in psychology, a whole class watched as she walked along the audience to an empty seat. Her long brown hair was gathered in a ponytail, showing a swan neck and shoulders. High cheekbones, thin nose and full lips. Her legs were covered with leggings, showing her long slender legs and tight ass. The rest of the semester I tried to get into her panties, between times we fell in love with each other.
Now, we both finished university, there was no time to work and we were looking for a cheap apartment to survive this time. Mom Haley offered us to stay in her basement. Haley liked this idea, I do not. So we moved to the basement of my girlfriend's mom. It was very humiliating.
However, I must admit, it was the most logical move. The house of Miss Jackson, mother of Hayley, was quite large, and after the divorce she lived alone. The basement was strangely cozy and light. There was a separate entrance, a bed with a sofa and a TV, the only thing was not the kitchen, so we ate upstairs.
Best of all, Miss Jackson allowed us to live for free. While I was helping around the house, we went to church with her on Sundays. Miss Jackson was a very religious woman. When Haley and I first got together to live together, she was not thrilled with this idea: living together until marriage. But she is an intelligent woman and knows when to put up with internal contradictions. I’m sure that Hayley and I will get married someday, just not time yet.
After I did everything, I fell exhausted on the sofa.
- Well done, Chris, we did everything faster than I expected. - said Haley.
- Yes, we did a good job. - I said sarcastically. Haley looked at me with a look of displeasure. Then she leaned over and quickly kissed her cheek.
“I know I have done almost nothing.” But I will reward you for your efforts, I promise - she told me with a wink. Then she gracefully raised her leg and slung it over my legs, saddled me. I firmly squeezed her ass through shorts. Her pink bra shone through a thin white T-shirt. Hayley's chest was not huge, but the elastic threesome looked big on the slender body of the dancer. The blood slowly began to swell my cock. Haley's facial expression told me that she felt it. She put her arm around my neck and started moving my pelvis around it.
“It's a little strange to do this in my mother’s basement, I feel like a naughty girl,” she said. Then she clung to my lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands up her arched back and hugged her shoulders. Then I pressed on them, pressing Haley to my standpipe.
“Ohh ...” She let out a soft moan and began to breathe heavily. I moved my hand to her T-shirt and took out one chest. She grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. She for a moment looked up from caresses and unzipped my shorts. Like a cat, she slid off me and sat down on her knees. Grabbing my shorts, she pulled them down. Now there were cowards, my bulging member was clearly visible under them.
She stroked my belly. Making an arc, she headed down to the cowards. Her slender fingers squeezed the swollen cock through the panties. Then, she slowly began to pull off the gum of underpants. At first a swollen head was visible, then the trunk was completely bare. Free from tight boxers, my dick swayed slightly in the cool air of the basement.
Haley wrapped one arm around its base, the other hand reached for her pussy. She leaned over and touched it with the tip of her tongue.
“Come on, Haley, stop making fun,” I groaned. She licked again, and then opened her mouth wide to swallow ... but suddenly the door to the basement opened.
“Hey kids, I'm home,” Miss Jackson screamed. - May I come in?
Haley shoved my dick back into the panties. I clumsily pulled on my shorts and reached for my T-shirt. Miss Jackson stuck her head in the doorway after a few seconds.
“Oh, it looks like you two are busy,” she said, looking at the boxes. “Why don't you get up and eat, dinner will be ready soon.” And Chris, dear, do you know that your shirt is backwards? - I embarrassed smiled at her and she went out.
Haley began to laugh, I whispered, - I owe you.
After a cold shower, I went to the kitchen. The ground floor was quite large. One large kitchen, a living room with two sofas, a flat-screen TV, a dining room with a long dining table. And then the corridor that led to the bedroom, which I had never seen. Miss Jackson asked us to respect her privacy and not go to her bedroom.
- Chris, help set the table - Miss Jackson asked me. It struck me that Mother Haley had the strength after work to cook something else. After we sat down at the table, Haley began to tell her mother how she planned to furnish the basement. I just watched and listened.
In many ways, Hayley was very much like her mother. Miss Jackson was a stunningly beautiful woman, but the fine lines showed that she was over forty. Her lips were plump, like her daughter's, perhaps a bit fuller. Her eyes were the same blue with long eyelashes. She was thin with a thin waist, but there were some differences.
Unlike her daughter, she had blond hair down to her shoulders. While Hayley weighed around 50, her mom probably weighed 65. But she didn't look fat, she was a few inches taller than her daughter, all the extra weight was in a bra. Her chest was much larger than her daughter. Haley once said that Mom was wearing a 32DD size bra or 5 size bra. She was a modest woman and rarely wore open clothes. Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a gray sweater and skirt. My eyes went from the face down her thin neck, and then to a large chest, protruding far from the thin waist.
- Come back to earth, Chris, will you roll? - Haley asked me.
“Yes, thanks,” I replied, taking the roll from the basket she was holding.
“Well, I hope you enjoy it,” Miss Jackson said with a big smile.
We really liked it, especially what we didn't have to pay. An added bonus was delicious homemade food. For the first time, our routine was broken on Saturday. I wanted to go to the gym with Hayley, but she preferred to sleep. So I went to the gym alone. Parking was full and I had to park pretty far. Once inside, I looked around the row of treadmills. Most of them were occupied by men and women of different shapes and sizes. One woman caught my attention right away, Miss Jackson.
She was wearing pink sneakers. Slender legs and a big, round ass covered with black leggings, leaving no reason for imagination. On top of her was a pink sports bra in the color of sneakers and a baggy white T-shirt with a large neckline on the back and chest. Despite the sports bra, her breasts swayed from the run. Her blond hair, tied back, swayed from side to side. She doesn't usually wear a lot of makeup, but in the gym she was completely without him. So she looked a couple of years older, still beautiful for her age, just an old version of Hayley. Enjoying the view, I approached.
As I got closer, she noticed me, smiled and took off her headphones.
“Miss Jackson, I didn't know that you were here,” I said.
“Yes ... I try to come here ... every day ..." she said, slightly out of breath. She lowered the speed of the track and went on foot. Her breasts did not stop bouncing slightly. I took all the will into a fist to face her.
- I, too. Why haven't we met before?
- I usually come before work, you're at the university at this time. Good thing you find time to work out. Judging by you, you have achieved some success - she praised me, looking at my hands. I remembered that I was in a t-shirt.
- Um, thanks. You look good too, I said honestly. She just looked at me and smiled. Just one drop of sweat on her neck began to move down. I tried to resist, but my eyes followed her until she disappeared into the crevice created by her massive breasts.
- Thank you dear. Successfully work out - she said and put on her headphones. I went to the simulator and started training. At every opportunity, I looked across the room at Miss Jackson. She moved from the treadmill to the simulator, where she sat with her hips wide apart and sliding them together. I knew that she was my friend's mom, but I could not help but note that she looked very sexy in that position.
I switched to bench press and quickly made several approaches. I added a little on each side. Having done a couple of repetitions, my chest really started to burn and on my fourth repetition I stopped halfway through. It was then that women's hands grabbed the barbell and helped put the dog to the end.
- How much do you have left? - Miss Jackson asked.
“Three more times ...” I grumbled. She prompted me to continue. I did the last reps with it.
- Thank you, I probably could not finish without you, - I thanked.
- No problems. In addition, it was not completely disinterested. Could you help me at the squat rack? I just want to make sure I'm doing everything right.
- Of course, of course - I followed her to the counter. My eyes were riveted on her elastic ass as she walked. Then I realized that we were standing in front of a giant mirror, and she probably could detect me, I quickly looked up.
“Just make sure my legs are shoulder-width apart, my back is straight, and that I squat ninety degrees,” she told me. She obviously knew what she was doing, and while you are standing behind you can insure me.
She got up and lifted the bar from the rack. I stood behind her and put my hands under her chest. If I had just raised my arms a couple of centimeters, I could feel the curve of her chest. She began to squat, keeping her back straight, arching her ass back. I copied her movements, trying to keep a small space between our bodies. But in the lower position it was impossible, her buttocks touched my crotch.
She got back. Then she did nine more repetitions. Every time, her ass pressed against my crotch. I was so glad that I put on compression shorts, because by the end of the first approach I had a riser. Could she feel it? I don't know, I hoped not.
- Thanks for the help. I will do a couple of exercises and then I think, that's all for today, she told me.
- Yes, I also did enough for today.
“Listen, why don't we ride the same car together?” She asked.
- Well, yes, we will save on gasoline.
- OK then. See you at home.
Since then, we have traveled together. We never missed this Saturday. Sometimes Hayley walked with us, but in most cases she preferred sleep. When she was gone, Miss Jackson always asked to secure her. I noticed that now she was always with makeup. And now I always put on compression shorts. On the way to the hall and back we talked a lot. I told her about her studies. We talked about Haley. She told me about office work. She worked in a campaign that sold products for health and beauty: bath soap, anti-aging creams, etc. Now it was clear why Miss Jackson was obsessed with a healthy lifestyle. Then she told me about the guys she met.
We got to know each other better. But it was not like we became friends. It was more like an experienced woman giving advice and advising a young man. She definitely treated me like a child. I often found myself not taking my eyes off her and mentally scolding myself and starting to think about Hayley.
Once I came home late, Hayley was already asleep. I do not blame her. She had a tight schedule, just like me. I brushed my teeth, got ready for bed, and then pressed against Haley's body under the covers. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard footsteps above.
It was clattering and stomping. This must be Miss Jackson came back with someone from a date. I forgot his name, she told me about the man she was dating.
Then she apparently took them off, but I could still hear the steps of the person. He walked around the kitchen, then down the hall to Miss Jackson in the bedroom, right above us. Then everything died down for a few minutes, until I heard the creak of the bed. I looked at the alarm clock, it was 00:27 on the clock. The creaking continued. Over time, he became louder and more often. A small fire of jealousy burned deep inside me. I imagined their naked bodies. Miss Jackson on the back, legs apart, took this man. The creaking of the bed was becoming more intense. They accelerated. The fire of jealousy grew bigger and burned hotter. My dick got up under the covers. I heard a grunt of pleasure from a man who penetrated my mother’s girlfriend. I tried to hear the moan coming from Miss Jackson's sweet lips, but I heard nothing. The guy last gurgled, and then everything went quiet 00:32
Five minutes. Three hundred seconds of sex with Miss Jackson just happened in the room above me. Then I heard a man leave. For several hours I did not sleep, scrolling through the scenes in my head.
After that, nothing unusual happened for two weeks.
One day, I came tired and hungry after school, threw a backpack near the bed and went to the top. In the kitchen I saw Miss Jackson sitting at the dinner table.
- Hello. I did not know that you are here. I have a quick bite, don't you mind?
- You're hungry. Sit down, eat with me - she said. I took the plate out of the closet and warmed the lasagna. Then he sat down at the table.
Miss Jackson loosened her hair. Dark red lipstick covered her ripe lips. She was wearing a beige blouse, one of her rare garments with a deep neckline, showing her ripe melons. I tried to look at her face. She was also wearing tight jeans that accentuated her wide hips.
- How are you? Where is Haley? - She asked, taking a sip of wine, leaving a trace of the lips on the clear glass.
“It's late tonight,” I said, taking a bite of a lasagna.
- Thank you for making the company. Especially today. I do not want to eat alone.
- Why?
“Because today is the anniversary when I officially divorced Father Haley.”
- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I did not know what to say.
- Do not be sorry. It was for the best. I'm sure Haley told you about him.
- Little.
- He was not like that when we got married. Over the past few years of our marriage, he began to come late and did not answer my calls. You probably are not interested to hear about all this.
- No I do not mind. Please continue if you want.
She continued to tell. I mostly listened. As we spoke, we leaned toward each other. I felt that I could sneakly look at her big balls of temptation. For the first time she abandoned the role of an older comrade and I felt as if I was her friend.
- Divorce was the right step, but at the same time it was hard for me. And I would have lied if I said that I didn’t feel lonely from time to time.
- Miss Jackson, you are a beautiful woman. And smart, you provide for yourself. Honestly, you look like the biggest catch for some lucky ones - she blushed.
- Miss Jackson, what are you doing tonight. Do you have a date?
“Please stop calling me that.” I think we know each other well enough, you can call me Kat ...
- I dont know. It's a bit strange. What about Katherine?
- Good. Just don't call me "Miss Jackson." I feel old, ”she said, straightening and crossing her legs,“ Yes, I have a date today. ” I called and told him that I was sick.
- Something is wrong?
- Nothing, I feel great. I just don't want to see him. In fact, I did not see him with ... - her voice subsided.
“Since you slept with him,” I finished the sentence. Her eyes widened.
- How do you know?
“Our room is right under yours,” she covered her face with shame. Then I heard a quiet sob. I reached out and took my hands from her face. The mascara slid down her face from tears.
- Hey, what are you doing? - I asked.
- I'm nothing.
- Obviously, this is not nothing.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this.” But it was my first time after the divorce. I tried to be a good Christian, but I succumbed to temptation! - I just looked at her, not knowing what to say.
“I know you look at me like Hayley's mother, but I'm still a woman like any other.” I have desires, needs. I even shaved c Brazilian wax for the sake of Christ! I dont know. Maybe I am behaving inadequately - I knew that I had to be morally and physically ready for this. At that moment I could not stop thinking about a smooth pussy under these jeans. My eyes instinctively moved there, and I'm sure she felt like I burned her jeans with a look.
“Miss Jacks ... Katherine,” I corrected, “I do not see you as Haley’s mother.” As I said before, you are a beautiful woman. Actually, you're damn sexy. You do not see how the guys in the gym drool at the sight of you? But you are more than just a hot woman. You are one of those who can maintain a home, while at work. And if you are alone, this is not a reason to bring everyone in a row, you deserve a better man.
Her teary blue eyes stared at me. Even with mascara all over her face, she looked incredibly sexy. I knew what she wanted to hear. Every woman wants to be beautiful and sexually desirable from time to time. In silence, I finally noticed that I squeezed her hand. Her hand was on my thigh. Our chairs were so close that our knees touched. And the distance between our faces was so small that it was necessary to bend over a bit to kiss.
I think she understood that we had gone too far because she immediately lifted her arms and straightened.
“I think you should go to your room.”
- Can help remove the table? - I suggested.
- No no. I myself. Good night.
“Good night, Miss Jackson,” she did not correct me and I went downstairs.
I lay in bed and listened to her light steps on the floor. I heard her close in the bedroom, and then everything was quiet. Haley arrived home in a few minutes.
Surprisingly, Miss Jackson and I went to the gym this Saturday together. But we again talked like an adult with a child. I think we will pretend that that evening never happened. Now we felt uneasy in the presence of each other. The next day, the sermon in the church was supposed to set us on the right path.
- The Spirit is good, but the flesh is weak! - the voice of the priest echoed through the chapel, - The man is full of carnal desires. But we must not give in to sin.
He spoke of our lustful desires and how the Holy Spirit can help us forget about them. Sometimes I looked at Miss Jackson. A couple of times I was sure that she was also looking at me, but she looked away so quickly that I could not follow.
Next week I mowed the lawn. From the heat, I took off my shirt, trying to sunbathe at the same time. Miss Jackson came out through the front door and looked at me, about to say something to me, so I turned on the lawn mower.
- Please do not forget that tomorrow is a day of cleaning. I went to lunch with George. I'll be back soon, - George was the man who fucked Miss Jackson five minutes a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, they still met.
Now, when she met, she tried to avoid me: go to her bedroom, or end the conversation faster. Basically, I did not expect anything else.
After working in the yard, going into the house, I quickly threw off my clothes and got into the shower.
Today, Hayley's best friend is getting married, so my girlfriend was at a bachelorette party. It put pressure. When will we finally get married? But I was not going to worry about it today. I had everything in the basement for a good rest. After washing, I put on my underpants and pulled on a T-shirt. The front door to the basement left open, so I heard Miss Jackson come. I wonder will she be home all night?
I took ice cream from our mini-fridge and flopped onto the sofa. I made myself comfortable to watch my favorite show.
I heard the heels clacking. Miss Jackson gathered for a date.
Twenty minutes later, the series and a quarter bowl of ice cream, Miss Jackson looked in the basement. When she saw me, lounging in her underpants, she covered her eyes with her hand.
“Sorry, you couldn’t go upstairs and help me with something,” she said.
- Oh, yes of course. Now.
- Do not rush. I'm not in a hurry - she closed the door.
It was awkward. Good thing I didn't jerk off. I paused and put the ice cream back into the mini fridge. I put on some jeans and headed up the stairs. Entering the kitchen I saw Miss Jackson standing in the center. My dick flinched in his pants and my jaw dropped.
Her hair was gathered in a free bun. She was wearing a little black dress. I have never seen him before. It was sleeveless, with shoulder straps. The neckline was very low, and the dress was so tight that her massive breasts just fell out, as if begging for their release. A pearl necklace hung around his neck, going into the crevice of the chest. The dress fitted a waist and came to an end far above knees. My eyes traveled down her smooth legs, which wore high black heels.
“Did you have a date with George?” - I asked.
- No, why?
“Oh, it doesn't matter,” I said, confused.
- Please have a seat.
I sat down.
She turned and went to the sideboard. The dress was with an open back, showing her smooth skin and the straps of a lacy black bra. She leaned forward, reaching for a bottle of wine. Black fabric stretched on her round ass. It would be a few centimeters dress shorter, I would see her panties. My cock twitched again.
- Want some wine? She asked.
- No thanks.
“Do you mind if I drink?” She asked, grabbing a glass from the closet.
- No, no - she poured into a glass and brought it to her pink lips, tilting her head back. It gave me a great view of her neckline. While she was drinking, I spat on caution and just stared at her divine figure. The glass clanged back onto the table, and my eyes returned to her face. She leaned toward me, giving me an even better angle of glance at her lush breasts.
- What are you watching? She asked.
- BUT?
- What are you watching on TV?
- Yes, just an old series.
- You have no plans for today?
- Not. I did not plan to go somewhere.
- Me too - she said.
- Hayley went to a bachelorette party.
“I know,” she said, and took another sip of wine. This time, without taking my eyes off me.
There was a long silence in which we simply looked at each other.
“Do you need my help, Miss Jackson?”
- Do you like my new dress? She asked.
- You called me for this? - I asked in confusion.
- Not. But what do you think?
“It’s awesome,” I said truthfully.
- You do not think that it is too frank?
- Well, uh. It ... is different from the dresses you wear to church.
- By the way, did you like the sermon last week? About carnal desires and temptation - she stood approached me.
“Miss Jackson, do you need my help?”
“I told you to call me Katherine.”
“Catherine, how can I help you?” - she took a step closer and leaned toward me. Now I could smell her perfume. My cock twitched again.
- What tempts you? She asked me.
“I don't understand ...” I faltered. She grabbed my T-shirt and made me stand up. Our faces were a few centimeters apart.
- I want to know what tempts you. What are your carnal desires? - she asked again. What did she mean? What does all this mean?
“Uhh ... Hmm ... there are a lot of things that tempt me - I babbled, looking at her lips, and then back into her blue eyes.
- Women seduce you? - we stood so close that her giant breasts almost touched my chest. My heart beat faster and faster.
- Well yes. Some.
- Some? What kind? Who! - she took another step towards me. Her chest was now pressed against me. - I tempt you?
- What do you have in mind? - I asked.
- I saw you looking at me. I see how you look when you think that nobody sees you. I am your carnal desire? Do you want me? - her voice was quiet almost to a whisper, although we were alone.
What the heck? Is this some kind of test? She is probably testing me. My blood flows from the brain to the penis, it becomes difficult to think. But I tried to carefully select the words.
“Well, uh ... yes.” You are a beautiful woman, you are my temptation, - I swallowed. “But as the priest said.” We need to practice self-discipline, any carnal desire can be overcome ... right?
- I dont know. I thought a lot about what the preacher said. I admit that I succumbed to temptation. But you know what I drew? She whispered.
-. .. No, I said with an effort.
- I came to the conclusion that some temptations should not be ignored. This life is short, and sometimes it is better to give in. Sometimes it is better to rush into a storm of passion. After all ... this is what gives the meaning of life. Allow to overwhelm raw ... passion, - her mouth remained partially open, just a couple of inches from mine.
I gently put my hands on her face and pulled her to me. My lips pressed against hers. A tiny explosion erupted at the point of contact and as if my whole body had been shocked by the current. My knees are weak. I kissed Miss Jackson.
Then, as if awakening from a deep sleep, she kissed me back. My knees regained my strength and I wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her closer to me, flattening her chest against my own.
Oh God, her breasts are so soft and warm!
Our kiss became more intense, our mouths opened wider. I stroked her upper lip with my tongue. She liked it and she began to suck and lick my tongue. She put her arms around my neck, and I wrapped my second arm around her waist, pulling her in as hard as I could.
This is amazing! I kissed Miss Jackson! I kissed the mother of my girlfriend! Wait, did I kiss my girlfriend's mother?
I let her out of my hands.
- Wait, wait, we can not - she kept her arms around me.
- But why? Don't you want it? She asked.
- Yes of course. But what about Haley?
- I want you.
- The fact that we both want it does not make it right.
- What is right? What is wrong? If two people want each other, is it wrong? I thought a lot about it. That evening, when we were talking about my divorce, I sent you, but I shouldn't have. I went to my room and satisfied myself, imagining that it was you.
- But your daughter, I care about her.
- I know. This is one of the things that attracts me to you. I also care about her, even more than you. And even with all my love for my daughter, I still want you. And I know you want me too.
She moved her hands on my shoulders. Then slid down to my stomach. One hand remained on the stomach, the other stopped at the bulge in the pants. She gently squeezed him through his jeans, then kissed me again.
This is wrong ... but so nice! She is damn sexy! But what will Haley say? All these thoughts flashed through my mind. I was deceiving whom I never wanted someone so much in my life as now.
I kissed her back. Soon, I went to her neck, I kissed and sucked, leaving small pink spots on her white skin. She was breathing hard and hot in my ear, running her fingers through my hair.
- Touch me - she breathed in my ear.
I ran my hand down her back and laid my hands on her ass. Then I firmly grabbed the buttocks and pulled her to his strut.
“Ahhh ...” she sobbed in my ear.
With one hand, I lifted her thigh so that she wrapped her leg around mine. The other hand grabbed her massive breasts through the dress and bra. I massaged her while we kissed. Then I moved down her belly. I put my hand under her dress. It was warm and humid. She grabbed my hand, stopping me.
- Not here. Come, she said.
She took my hand and I followed, watching her ass in the shape of a heart swaying from side to side. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor. She led me down the hall to her bedroom.
In her bedroom was spacious, the double bed was opposite the wall, next was a large closet with a huge mirror. There was a door near the closet that probably led to the closet. stories about sexAnd there was a door opposite to the closet that most likely led to the bathroom. She closed the door behind me and turned on a dim light. Kissing, she pushed me onto the bed.
- So you say that tempts you in me? She asked, smiling, putting her hand on her hip.
“Oh, uh ... um ... well, a lot of things,” I admitted. She laughed.
“Well, enumerate,” she demanded.
- Your eyes. Your blue eyes are amazing, like Haley's.
- Do you really like my eyes? - she asked mockingly, - so you practically never look at them ... usually I see you here - having said this, her hands went over her chest and she pressed them to each other.
- Oh yes. They are very good - I choked.
- Would you like to see more?
Unable to speak, I just nodded.
She let go of her chest, with her right hand she slid her left shoulder strap over her shoulder. Then did the same with the right. She pulled down the top of the dress to the waist. I was watched by a black lace bra, which I had already seen from behind in the kitchen. He held her massive breasts and formed two perfect balls of them. He seemed to be struggling to hold them back, but they seemed to be trying to break free. Then, turning sideways to me, she leaned forward slightly, arching her ass and not bending her knees, she lowered the dress to the waist and round buttocks to the ankles. She got out of it and straightened up. Then she took off the gum from her hair and shook her head two or three times so that her blond hair would be pulled down to her shoulders. It was all incredibly erotic.
- Do you like? She asked.
I could not find the voice again and just nodded. I had a fire in my pants.
- Do you want to see even more?
- Yes, - finally, I was able to squeeze out, she giggled.
“Well, if you ask,” she teased.
She arched and reached for the bra clasp. This made the already tight bra tense up even more so as not to burst. She undid the clasp and the bra slowly slid to the floor. Now her two heavy watermelons hung loose. Without a bra, they can not stand perfect round shape. Gravity and time took their toll, but they were still beautiful. I wondered for a moment if they were real.
Finally she stood in front of me almost naked. Her nipples were hard and seemed to look straight at me. Loose hair, a necklace lying between a lush chest, black lace panties and high heels. This kind of just driving crazy. She smiled at my obvious state of awe.
- Want to touch them? She said in a sultry voice.
I nodded. She grabbed my wrists and lifted them to her chest. I took one in each hand and lifted them. They were not light, but still were surprisingly soft. What made me think they were real.
I crushed her tits as a baker kneads hot dough. Emboldened, I leaned over and took one hard nipple in my mouth.
- Oh, yes, suck me - she grabbed my head and pressed me to my chest. I sucked like a baby her juicy tits. Then I moved to the second, while massaging the first.
“Ahhh ...” she let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure, “Oh, you are a rogue.” Now it's my turn.
But I ignored her. I continued to massage and suck until she finally pushed me away. She grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and took off her sudden movement, throwing it on the floor. She pounced on my mouth, and again our bodies merged into one. This time I felt her smooth skin of mine.
My God, her bare breasts feel so good on mine. I feel her hard nipples rub against my muscles.
She broke our kiss and began to crawl down. Her heavy breasts dragged along my chest and stomach. Along the way, she kissed my chest first, then my belly, then my lower abdomen. And finally the bulge in my pants. She got up on her knees.
- What is here with us? She asked, looking at me. She gently squeezed the bulge on my jeans.
Miss Jackson really loved teasing me, but I enjoyed every second.
As if in slow motion, she unfastened the clasp on her belt, then kissed the lower abdomen. Unbuttoning a button on her jeans, she licked her lower abdomen. She slowly unzipped her jeans. I could feel my dick pulsing. My jeans fell to the floor, I got out of them and kicked them to the side.
Her eyes widened when she saw my throbbing member through panties, now she could more accurately estimate its size.
- Oh, dear ... what is here? She asked again, this time without teasing. She squeezed his outline with her slender fingers and gently kissed him through the fabric, and then nibbled playfully.
Please go on! Do not stop.
- I want to suck this big dick - she said, looking into my eyes, as if reading my thoughts.
Her painted nails climbed under the belt of my underpants and even slower, she slid them down, centimeter by centimeter, revealing first the head, then the trunk. Finally, reaching half, she pulled the panties down and my swollen member jumped out in front of her, almost slapping her face.
He stood at attention. Long and sturdy. She took off her panties without taking her eyes off him.
“This ... this ... yes ..." she told herself, "No wonder my daughter loves you."
I felt guilty at the mention of Haley. But it quickly passed when Miss Jackson gently grabbed my cock, moving it from side to side, up and down, as if studying it, as if it was some rare instance.
“What a beautiful penis you have,” she told me, without taking her eyes off him.
I was glad that she did not take her eyes off, because my face sparkled with pride. She pushed my hard cock to the left to kiss my right thigh. Then she went to the base of the penis, kissing and tickling my groin along the way. From the base, she moved along the member to the head, without stopping to kiss him.
Finally, here it is.
But she did not. She kissed the tip of my penis lightly. Then she raised it and walked along the trunk to the bottom, lightly kissing it. Moving to the scrotum, she began to lick my balls filled with sperm. Then, she, clasping a member, began to move up and down the entire length of the trunk. But she did it so easily that I could barely feel the pressure of her hands. Visually, her little hands made my dick bigger than it really is.
While she gently stroked him, she took my balls in her warm, wet mouth. I was extremely pleased with this. She stopped walking with her hand, but still held him tight.
Having played, she finally reached the head and licked a drop of pre-eculus that stood out on the tip. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around her head. I gathered all my will into a fist, so as not to grab her head and implant her on my throbbing dick.
But my patience paid off, she relaxed her lips and allowed my head to enter her sweet mouth.
- Ohh ... - broke out from me.
A centimeter by centimeter she was approaching half, alternately playing with her tongue around him. Her daughter never went so far.
She slowly slid back until her lips were on the tip of my cock again. He beamed from her saliva, indicating how much she had advanced. She looked at me with her big blue eyes, and then closed them. In one quick motion, she opened her mouth and took almost all of my giant cock in her mouth. I felt him hit her throat wall. Putting her hands on my belt, she pulled me up until her puffy lips and nose touched my groin.
- oohh fuck! - I was ecstatic.
She swallowed twice, I felt her throat tighten my cock. Finally, she slipped back, releasing my dick. She gasped for lack of air.
- Oh my God. I have never taken such a big throat! - She exclaimed, catching her breath. - And so delicious.
Then she swallowed it again, as if it were her favorite ice cream. This time she was in no hurry. Moving her head on my dick, she ran her hands over my stomach. Heavy tits swayed slightly back and forth from her movements, she took about half of my length with ease.
Oh god it is so amazing! She is so good at it!
Her hands slid down my stomach. One hand held my thigh to stabilize my movements. Another moved down, wrapping my wet eggs. She again released a member of her wet mouth.
- Do you like to watch me suck your dick? - She asked, looking at me with puppy eyes.
- Oh yes. Please don't stop - she smiled and swallowed a part of me again.
This time she grabbed the base of the penis with both hands. What is left is she swallowed. Moving synchronously with her hands, she turned them around, as if she were tightening a bolt, she had to teach Haley this technique. Her hands walked easily up and down the slippery shaft.
With this technique, almost every inch of my penis was not ignored. I began to writhe, reaching its climax. Miss Jackson must have felt it, so she slowed down.
Her tempo change allowed me to recover, but I still felt amazing. For several minutes she was sucking my dick as if she was going to do it all night. Several times she accelerated the pace, bringing me to the edge, but then slowed down. But over time, even this slow pace was too much for me.
- Kat, you look so sexy with my dick in my mouth, I have never felt anything so amazing in life - I told her.
This praise seemed to cheer her up because she picked up the pace again. She started to jerk as quickly as she could.
- Oh God, Kat! I can not do it anymore!
Upon hearing this, she swallowed it to the end and took it out with a loud smacking of water.
- Cum for me - she said, quickly moving her hand along the member. - Cum right in my mouth, I want to taste your sweet sperm.
The sight of naked Miss Jackson on her knees stroking my cock, directing it to his open mouth was too much for me. My balls clenched and I began to pull down on her face. The first volley hit his forehead, forming a jet along her beautiful face. She continued to masturbate. The second shot was right in her mouth, she slowed her pace. A third landed right on her tongue. The rest slowly poured over her hand.
She swallowed what was in her mouth and licked leftovers from her face and lips. Then she took the dick in her mouth and gently milked the rest. By releasing him, she licked her hand.
- Mmmm, it was very tasty - she said. Then she got up and kissed me in a hickey with her mouth, which had just spent the last hour sucking my dick.
- Wow - all I could say.
- Now it's your turn.
She grabbed me by a limp cock and led me to the edge of the bed, where she turned and sat down. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs.
- You know what to do? She asked.
I wasn't sure if this was serious or if she was just teasing me. But I assured her that I knew. I walked over and knelt down.
- Good boy.
She lifted her long legs and laid them on my shoulders. I lowered my face to her panties. I already felt its musky scent. I followed her example and kissed her pussy through panties, which were soaked with her juices.
I hooked the strap of my panties with my fingers and pulled them down over her long legs. Throwing them on the floor, I looked at her.
Between her long slender legs was the most beautiful little pussy I've ever seen. I knelt down, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.
Repeating for her, I kissed her hips, until I got to a hairless pussy. I ran my tongue along her pink slits. But Miss Jackson was not going to put up with my mockery, that's a hypocrite. She grabbed my head and pushed my face into her pussy. I understood her.
I entered the language into it as much as I could. Then he returned to the surface and repeated it several times, methodically licking her pussy clean.
- Yes Yes. Eat me - she cheered me on.
I stretched out my hands and began to massage her boobs.
- Yes Yes Yes. Do not stop! She moaned.
I moved one arm down to her pussy and started massaging her clit while my tongue filled her vagina.
- Ahhhhh! - she moaned and began to writhe.
Having started pulling the clitoris at double speed, I let go of her chest and pulled her lower back closer to me, forcing her pelvis to press closer to my face. Sliding her hips, she was grinding her soft pussy on my face. Her heels scrubbed my back. I could barely breathe, but I did not stop. She idolized my dick, she deserved it.
- Oh my God! I'll finish soon! Keep going - she screamed - Oh damn! Yes!
She let go of my head and fell on my back. Her body shuddered several times and her pussy suddenly became much wetter. Her juice dripped down my chin and dripped onto the floor.
- Come here, I want to try myself - she ordered me.
I got up and kissed her. Licking her own juice, she got up and went to the bathroom. I enjoyed the sight of her bare ass. Then she went out.
- Lord. You made me cum only with the help of the mouth.
“You did the same for me,” I retorted.
- I do not want to stop at this - I got up and approached her. She looked down, and with astonishment wrapped her hand around my newly risen member.
- Oh my God. You're again hard as a rock! She exclaimed excitedly.
- What did you expect? The sexiest woman I've ever met is naked before me. I'm going to be hard all night.
Her hands began to stroke me. She bent down, her giant boobs pressed against me, she kissed me firmly on the lips.
- It's good. Because I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock all night.
What did she just say ?!
- Do not look so surprised. Did you think we will limit ourselves to the preludes? She asked.
- Well, not quite. It just happened spontaneously.
- Don't be naive. I dreamed about this for several weeks, so that you fuck my tight little pussy. Every time I saw you behind me in the gym, I imagined that you were fucking me.
She kissed me. I grabbed her ass. Squeezing her, I kissed her back. She pulled away and turned, placing my penis between the buttocks, and slid up and down. I grabbed her heavy tits and pulled her to me.
- Do you want to fuck me from behind?
- Oh, damn it, yes.
“Okay, big boy.” But don't hurry, okay? You are probably the biggest in my whole life, so let me get used to you, she said.
Then she leaned forward and, stretching out her arms, laid them on the mirror on the cabinet. Straightening her back and raising her ass, she swayed from side to side.
- Come, let me help you.
I stepped forward. She grabbed the tip of my dick and sent it in her pussy. As soon as the head entered, she turned to the closet.
“Slowly,” she recalled.
I put my hands on her waist, just above the buns. I slowly moved forward, pushing my fat cock in her tight pussy. I looked at her face in the mirror, she closed her eyes in pain. Twice she stopped me to get used to.
Finally, I was all inside her. It was warm, and incredibly wet. Her pussy tightly squeezed my dick like a banana peel.
For a few moments we did not move. I stood with my belly pressed against her ass. Slowly she opened her eyes. Apparently, used to. Then she began to move slowly and carefully. I let her set the pace. Her exhalations were heavy, back and forth, back and forth. In the end, she reached a certain pace, sliding back and forth, almost to its full length.
She looked at me over her shoulder.
- You feel good?
“Oh yes, damn good.”
- Well, I got used to you. Now fuck me.
I began to sway.
- Uff ... Aaaa ... Aaaaa - she moaned every time my dick plunged into it.
I saw in the mirror how her heavy boobs swayed back and forth. She arched.
“Spank me,” she told me, looking over her shoulder while I fucked her.
I slapped lightly on her ass. She looked at me, watching me enter her.
- Come on, spank the naughty bitch! She screamed.
I swung her so hard that her ass shook like jelly.
- Oooh! - she hung her head.
Slapping her, I synchronously entered and left it. Gradually, I accelerated the pace. Her big boobs swayed harder, and a pearl necklace pounded on the glass.
- Oh, God, yes! FUCK ME! She screamed.
Every time she slowed down, I slapped her so she sped up. From this her priest turned red. I reached forward and clutched at her waving chest.
- A-A-A! AAAAAH! - she screamed.
She let go of one arm from the cabinet and reached for the clitoris to stimulate herself.
- OH SHIT! CONTINUE! I WILL COME SOON! She warned me.
Hands down from the mirror, she began to violently pull at her clit with one hand. At the same time, with my other hand I was massaging my boobs, I was almost holding her up. Soon I felt her body shudder and pulled away, pulling a member of her exhausted pussy. Her sperm flowed down the inner thigh.
She turned and pushed me onto the bed. My friend was looking straight up.
- It is so good to be filled with a huge member. I want more.
She climbed onto the bed like a cougar, keeping her eyes on the victim, that is, to me. Her pearl necklace was hanging like her heavy boobs. She crawled up to me and took a member in her mouth. Her eyes were still on me. A little sucked, she continued to move up. Her hard nipples rubbed against my belly and chest.
Finally, reaching my mouth, she kissed me. Then she went to my ear and sucked the lobe.
- Just relax, I'm going to fuck you, - she breathed in my ear.
Throwing my leg over my thigh, she stood on a knee above her groin. Taking a member, she rubbed her pussy to them, then in one motion she sank down, sitting down at full length, I cried out in pleasure.
- Ltd! She moaned.
Now, sitting on my dick, she began to crawl back and forth, her head thrown back.
- Oh God, your member is so huge.
How does my daughter cope ?!
- Well, more or less - Miss Jackson looked into my eyes.
- I'm going to fuck you like no one else before me.
With these words, she raised herself again, keeping her back arched. Then she sank down, another sigh of pleasure escaped me.
- Do you like being saddled? - she teased, - Good. I'm going to ride your dick fast and hard.
She rose, and then slowly sank down again, taking all my dick. She slowly fucked me like that for a few minutes. Her pussy slid up and down my shaft. I lay there, not moving.
Gradually, it accelerated. I was amazed that she was not tired. All these hours in the gym are paying off. She really could have fucked all night. Up and down. Again and again she raised herself up and sat down. I grabbed her ripe breasts.
- So, play with my big tits while I saddle your big cock!
I massaged her tender breasts as she slid up and down. I enjoyed the break, but eventually my hips began to help her. Not restraining myself, I began to shove it into her every time she went down. With my help, she began to move faster.
She leaned forward, her giant boobs galloping right in front of my face. Sometimes I caught her nipple with my mouth. Seeing this, she sometimes slowed down so that I could catch the nipple.
“OH ... GOD ... YES! ... Yes ... yes ... yes!" - she moaned while the fat cock was putting her pussy.
I turned my head and looked at the clock. We have been fucking this for quite some time. I thought it was time to change the position. Putting my hands under her ass, I sat down. She stopped, we looked at each other, my cock was deep in her.
- Why did we stop? She asked out of breath.
I ignored the question and kissed her on the lips. While we were kissing, I moved with her to the edge of the bed. Then I leaned forward and stood, lifting her into the air. I held her buttocks. Her hips were resting on my forearms. She wrapped her arms around my neck so as not to fall.
- Oh my God! - she gasped, afraid to fall. I practiced this position with her daughter, she liked it. Miss Jackson was a little harder than Haley. But I still could hold her for a long time. In addition, my adrenaline rush increased.
I raised her so long to almost get out of her pussy. Then lowered down.
- oohhh! She moaned.
I lifted her again and let go, causing another moan from her lips. I looked in the mirror at our reflection, it was something. Miss Jackson is in the air, her arms and legs wrapped around me. Her big boobs pressed against my chest. My hands are on her ass. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned with delight as I shoved again and again. We just fucked like wild beasts.
- I love your big dick filling my pussy! She screamed, and kissed me, I continued to lift her up and down.
Despite her desire to continue, I felt that she was tired. Our bodies sweated from such physical exertion. I carefully laid her on the bed. Still inside her, I leaned over, kissing her plump lips.
- Kat, I'm on the edge.
- Cum straight into me, do not worry - she breathed in my ear.
Cum in miss jackson ?! The thought of my semen inside her warm cunt filled me with new force.
Kissing her hard, I began to sway back and forth.
- Oh, so good - she moaned - Ebi me ..
I straightened up to ram her at a comfortable angle.
- Ebi me ... stronger! - she said.
I did as she ordered, and plunged a member into her as much as I could, not wanting to hurt her. She closed her eyes. With one hand, she pulled the clitoris, the other began to massage her tits, pulling off her nipples. It was incredibly erotic.
I let go of her legs and spread them apart. I firmly pressed my legs and grabbed her waist with both hands. I pulled it out so that only the head remained. And then abruptly entered, pulling her to him.
- SHOOT, YES!
I did it again. And then again. I did not worry about whether it hurts her or not. My eggs spanked on her buttocks. She left her chest and clitoris and clutched the sheet with both hands.
- FUCK ME ... CHOOSE ME ... O YES!
Miss Jackson's neck arched. I walked back and forth, back and forth. My dick shone from her juices, he already slid easily in her wet pussy. Her big boobs jumped wildly.
- AAAAAH ... OOOO ... AAAA ... AAAA! - her moans were no longer sane, she was consumed with pleasure.
I wish I could fuck Miss Jackson until the sun came up. Her warm pussy wrapped my hard cock over and over again. Her eyes rolled. Sweat beamed on her smooth skin. Her big boobs were bouncing in all directions. But I could not, I again felt the familiar feeling, the second orgasm was approaching.
- Fuck ... I'm ending! - screamed Miss Jackson.
- I will soon too - I warned, breathing heavily.
She wrapped her legs around my back, although I was not going to go anywhere.
- CONTINUE TO FUCK ME. CUM IN ME - she screamed.
She tilted her head back again, for the third time today, I felt her body shudder from an orgasm. For me it was the edge, I stuck the last time until the end, and then relaxed. I stood relaxed, pouring all my love into her. Overflowing with a mixture of liquids, her pussy began to drip onto the bed.
I recoiled back, my cock went free. Exhausted, I fell to the floor. Looking at the ceiling, I thought to go to myself, but I did not want to. My eyelids are heavy and I dozed off.
I woke up because someone kissed me. I opened my eyes and saw Miss Jackson. Her room was filled with sunlight. She was in a silk robe; I was still naked.
- Wake up, stallion. Haley will be home soon. You have to get dressed and come down. I think it would be better for her not to say anything.
- Good.
I got up to collect my clothes.
“Does that mean I don’t hope to continue?” - I asked.
- You fucked me so that I could barely go. I want this to happen every night. But until we decide what to say to Haley, we must be careful.
I smiled on hearing this happen again. I looked at Miss Jackson in a silk robe. The belt was loose, one chest was bare. Even now, she looked incredibly sexy. My dick flinched and started to rise.
- You must be joking. What are you insatiable.
She looked at me with a smile, watching in amazement as the growth of my penis just from her appearance. I stared at her chest, not being afraid of being caught. She grabbed my growing cock and began to stroke it.
“Well, I suppose we have time to have a little fun ... if we hurry,” she said, and then knelt down.