MATURE WOMEN AND YOUNG MEN: THE BABY SITTER (fm:older women/men, 701 words) [6/6] show all parts | |||
Author: Thomas B | |||
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Ellen and Steve reunite. There's no baby sitting this time | |||
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That morning, Steve got to play with my 34CCs and my pussy. By that I mean I rode his face with my pussy. He'd never done that before. He loved it.How did I know? When I went down on him, his cock was as hard as you could imagine. Yes, I got my blowjob. His cum was so sweet and there was so much of it.
The following weekend, I was supposed to have Jamie all weekend. His father asked, "Ellen, it's an away game, not far from where I live. In the past Sara has been amenable to Jamie staying with me on that weekend."
Once Jamie approved, and I didn't think Sergeant Fairmont would mind, I called Steve.
"I was hoping I'd see you next weekend, but I'll go to your house right from the game, if that's okay. I'll need a shower."
"And someone to wash your back?" I laughed.
"And my front?"
"Okay, you talked me into it, but I'll have to get on my knees."
Steve and I became a couple. I know people wondered what I saw in this boy when I took him to social events.
To his credit, Steve made it easy. Just before we left my house, he'd take me in his arms, his hands on my ample ass, "Miss McHugh, I know this could be awkward for you, but when we get back here, I'm going to eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop."
So, when people looked at me funny, I just smiled, knowing that my night was going to get better and better. I often wore a pad even though I'm post-menopausal. That's how much my pussy leaked just thinking of later that night.
He rarely brought up our age difference, although frequently when he was licking my slit and pussy hole, "like fine wine, Miss McHugh, you taste better and better."
Or, he'd mumble, "Miss McHugh, you know I've eaten teenage pussy and twenty-something pussy, but none as sweet as yours." At the moment I was riding his face.
One time at the beach, a bunch college girls walked by; they were clearly strutting their stuff with their string bikinis. Steve leaned over and whispered, "there's no way their pussies taste as sweet as yours."
We were fifty miles from home. I got on my phone, and found a motel just a mile away. An hour later, I was on my back in this dingy motel and Steve was between my legs his tongue doing what it loved to do. After he told me that I was sweeter than those college girls, I just couldn't wait.
You could say that my pussy was a playground for his tongue.
By the same token, my mouth, my lips and my tongue were his cock's playground. Sometimes, he'd kneel over my face, and drop his balls in my mouth. "Open wide." Other times, he'd just rub that big, soft ball sack all over my face. My playground was open for Steve 24/7.
Don't think we didn't fuck. I think the older I got, the more I wanted Steve to fuck me.
Like I said earlier, he pounded my pussy mercilessly, which I loved.
Then, he'd go down on me. I called it licking me clean. Steve always claimed that I must be sore, and he had to kiss it and make it better.
I wasn't thrilled when he wanted to try fucking me like a dog. I mean, he'd get a close up view my big ass. He loved fucking me like that, and then he'd lick my pussy clean, from behind. At first, I was so embarrassed, but the fucking and then the "cleaning up" were so good that I started looking forward to fucking like that.
When I introduced him to fucking while I was on top, he went crazy over my tits. It's like he had two new toys to play with. And since he liked to "clean up" after he came, I'd slide up to his face. My juices and his cum would smother his face. We'd giggle the whole time. He claimed that my bush tickled his nose.
Tickle away.
THE END
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