His other hand was now on me as well. It was just on my knee, but it was exciting me as much as if it was high up my thigh, near to my pussy.
When he moved his head towards me, so that we could kiss, I lowered the hood of his jacket. He was a handsome man, with brains and a personality. He could have his pick of women, but he wanted me. But not as much as I wanted him.
We were kissing, and his hand, that had been on the outside of my T-shirt, was now inside, trying to get into my bra. I’m a busty woman, and the bra was tight, so he was struggling.
When I stopped kissing him, I could see that he looked worried, and I knew why. He thought that we were going to stop. That was silly, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. What we were doing was wrong. We were crossing a line that should never be crossed. But I didn’t care. This would only end when his cock was deep up my juicy pussy, and he’d fucked me to the best climax that I’ve ever had.
“My top and bra need to come off.”
His face was a picture. Gone was the worry, replaced by a silly grin. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t, because he wouldn’t find it funny.
This was a lot better, my big breasts were now out, and he was no longer interested in kissing me. Instead, he preferred to suck my nipple.
When he raised his head so that he could switch to the other nipple, I helped him by moving my breast towards his mouth. He thanked me by sucking long and hard on it. That made me utter a loud moan. It was a noise that was more animal than human. And he wasn’t ignoring the other one. That nipple was receiving the expert attention of his fingers.
“Open your legs.”
I did, and without any hesitation, even though I knew that doing it was wrong. This time he didn’t put his hand on my knee, he put it on my right thigh. The anticipation of what was going to happen next, made me shudder.
When his hand started moving slowly upwards, my pussy got even wetter. His fingers were at the hem of my panties, only inches away from where I wanted them to be. I held my breath as I waited for them to move that short distance. Then I had to breathe again, because his hand wasn’t going towards my pussy, it was going away from it.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
That was true, but now wasn’t the time for him to get cold feet. My pussy was on fire, no, that was an understatement. It was an inferno, and the only thing that was going to extinguish the flames was him emptying his balls into my pussy. There was no way we were going to be stopping!
“It’s OK, I want you to finger me.”
But that didn’t work. His hand, that had been between my legs, was now opening the door. I needed to say more, something that would make him stay, and I needed to say it before it was too late.
“I’ll tell your Father.”
That was pathetic, but it was the only thing that I could come up with, and of course, I wouldn’t tell him. Even if I wanted to, there was no way that I could do that without him also knowing that I was a Dogger? But surprisingly, it had worked, at least for now, because the door was closed again.
“That’s silly, I know that you’d never do that.”
“You’re right, but please stay.”
Then I used my heavy artillery on him. I widened my eyes so that he’d look at them, and then, in case that wasn’t going to be enough, I started to cry. He responded in the way that I knew that he would, by hugging me.
As he held me, with my naked tits squashed against his chest, I whispered in his ear.
“Mummy wants you to finger her wet pussy. Are you going to be a good boy and do it?”
He hesitated before answering me, and that was a worry, but when he eventually said, “Yes Mummy,” I shrieked with delight.
This time when his hand went between my legs, it didn’t stop when it got to the hem of my panties. His fingers were now touching them, trying to find the most responsive part of my pussy. The jewel in the crown, my clit. It didn’t take him long to find it, and he knew when he had, because I moaned loudly. And it got even louder when he started to rub it. This was good, but it would be better if he would also finger me.
“Take my panties off, I need some fingers deep up my pussy.”
As soon as I’d lifted my bottom up, he was pulling them down. He quickly got them down to my ankles, and then off.
This time, two hands went between my legs. I’d said that I wanted ‘some’ fingers in my pussy, and I’d been expecting two, but he’d generously given me three. I’m not complaining, I just wish that he’d warned me before thrusting them deep into me. My response to that had been to gasp, and for some reason, that had amused David.
Two fingers from his other hand were now on my clit. It felt wonderful, and then it got even better when the fingers that were in my pussy started moving.
I was proud of him, he knew how to excite a woman with his fingers. And I just knew that he would also be good at fucking, but that was for later, after his skilled fingers had made me come.
Most young men, when they are lucky enough to be enjoying a pussy, get carried away. They move their fingers in and out too quickly, and they rub that sensitive little pebble too hard. But not my Son. I was impressed, he was as good at this as Oliver was. Everything that he was doing to me was perfect. He was slowly taking me towards a climax. I was enjoying the journey, but the best part was going to be when I arrived at the final destination.
And that wasn’t far off. My breathing was laboured, and there were the usual feelings in my pussy that were telling me, that very soon, I was going to come. Seconds later I did, and with a force that surprised me. It was all-consuming, and when it was at its peak, I almost fainted.
Most times I like to come twice, and sometimes it even takes three to satisfy me. However, I need some time between them to recover. But not tonight. As soon as the first one was over, I was eager for second helpings.
“That was wonderful, now get your cock out. I need to be fucked.”
His face said it all. His expression was that of a little boy in a toy shop that has just been told that he can have anything that he wanted!
He was now trying to take his jeans off, and he was all fingers and thumb. It was as if he’d never done it before. I wanted to laugh, but I managed to hold it in. Eventually they were off. His underwear wasn’t a problem.
I was looking at what I was going to get, and my smile was an indication that I was happy with it. It was slightly bigger than his Father’s, so I’d say that it was seven inches, or thereabouts. So it wasn’t massive, but it was impressive in another way. It was thicker than your average cock.
“What do you think?”
He’d said it with confidence, so he was expecting me to praise it. And I was happy to do that because it was indeed a nice cock.
“I like it,” and then, after looking at it again, I said, “I like it a lot.”
My pussy was begging to be fucked, but it would just have to wait, because I now wanted his cock in my mouth. I didn’t bother asking him if that was what he wanted, I just lowered my head. His Mother was offering to suck his swollen member, so there was no way that he was ever going to say no.