He was wearing only a T-shirt and shorts on this warm day in late June, and she pried herself reluctantly out of his grasp–but only to fall to her knees and gaze at the bulge that was getting larger by the second in front of her face.
With only a moment’s delay (this is my daughter’s boyfriend, after all) she whipped down those shorts to his feet, taking his underwear with them.
She let out a gasp at what she saw, and came out with the whispered words, “Oh, my goodness!”
Those words again! Blake couldn’t help noticing that this was the third woman who’d blurted out them out when she’d seen his engorged organ.
In fact, Jane was staring at that cock with a grimace of disbelief, as if she didn’t think it possible for a cock to be that big. It was quivering with anticipation, and so she took it in her hand–actually, between the thumb and index finger of one hand–and tugged it this way and that.
And then she engulfed as much of it into her mouth as she could.
That was only a couple of inches, since she wasn’t at all good at deep throat–and was long out of practice! But the feel of a man’s member in her mouth was heavenly, and she was skilled at stimulating it with lips and tongue. And she couldn’t resist grabbing his bottom with one hand while tickling his balls with another. If he was like most men, that would drive him wild. She was rewarded with grunts of ecstasy from Blake–so much so that she wondered whether he might come too soon and flood her mouth with his discharge.
But there was no need to worry about that. He might have done that–in fact, had done that–when Jane’s daughter had first sucked him, but he’d now had plenty of experience with Rowena, Lorna, and even young Marcy.
After a few minutes he raised Jane up from the floor and pasted a tight kiss on her mouth, taking in the odor of his own cock in the process. Then Jane led him to her own bedroom, where a king-size bed would afford them all the space they needed for snuggling.
She lay down on her back, her legs spread–and Blake could see that she was already sopping wet. Much as he yearned to plunge right into her, he felt the need to be the gentleman, and so he knelt down before Jane’s pussy and began licking it avidly.
She seemed surprised at his action, but quickly got into the spirit of things. Holding his head close to her moist opening, she placed her feet on his back and stared down at the spectacle of herself being eaten out. Blake, for his part, felt a bit of awe as he gazed into the cavity in front of his eyes–the cavity where his girlfriend (or one of them) had emerged into life more than twenty years ago. There was a strange fragrance to it that was different from the three other women he’d recently sampled, and its heavy, musky aroma inspired him. Holding her bottom with both hands, he licked and sucked and nuzzled the whole area tenderly but diligently, until in a surprisingly short period of time Jane began drumming the heels of her feet on Blake’s back as the first aching moments of her orgasm came upon her.
She let out something close to a scream as that climax washed all over her, pouring out more fluid from her vagina and seeming to radiate all over her body until it created an explosion in her brain. She pounded the bed with her fists as she gave way uninhibitedly to the ecstasy she was feeling, her eyes rolling in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
It was many minutes before she settled down, and even then she had trouble seeing straight, as a wave of delightful dizziness overcame her. But she did notice Blake moving slowly up her body, first paying due homage to those magnificent breasts and then slipping right into her as he covered her body with his own.
Her eyes bulged as she sensed that cock going deeper and deeper into herself. She’d never been penetrated by such an implement, and it felt like some wonderful mole tunneling its way through her body. She experienced a sense of fulfillment such as she had never had before, not even in those rapturous early days of her marriage; and she again threw her arms around Blake’s neck in unabashed joy at being able to provide both him and herself with the pinnacle of physical and spiritual pleasure.
Blake looked down at her tenderly, almost reverently–and why wouldn’t he? She was the mother of one of the women he loved, and she herself was a heavenly creature who’d been cruelly treated by life. He hoped he could do something about that. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulder, even her armpit; he stroked her breasts, her back, her bottom, her thighs; and he ground his hips into her, plowing the pussy that lamentably hadn’t seen any action for a year. What a waste!
And when he sent his seed into her, he knew that he had established a permanent and indissoluble bond with this amazing woman. She received his seed with gratitude but also with a certain pride in her own desirability: his huge emission was a fitting tribute to the ageless femininity she represented.
When they separated, they lay down on their backs, gazing up at the ceiling. Jane regretted that the fluid this young man had poured into her was already trickling out onto the bedsheet, while Blake’s slick member was twitching in a remembrance of the delight it had just felt.
But for Blake, there was an all-important matter that had to be settled.
“Ma’am,” he said tentatively, knowing he was raising a delicate and possibly upsetting issue, “why are you so mad at Rowena?”
He looked over to Jane, whose eyes were now blazing with anger. Her chest rose and fell with the emotions that were coursing through her.
“Why?” she said acidly. “Wouldn’t you be if you were me and–and you saw your husband sleeping with his daughter?”
Blake felt a choking sensation so that he could hardly speak. “What?” he croaked.
“That’s right,” Jane said, her outrage building with each passing second. “I saw them–right in this very bed! God knows why I still sleep here: it seems polluted now.”
“Ma’am, you must be mistaken. Maybe they were just–you know, actually sleeping.” (But in that case, why would they be sharing a bed?)
“You think so? Then why were they naked?”
“They were naked?”
“I’m sure they were. The sheet didn’t cover Rowena all the way, and I could see her bare back and shoulders. No nightgown, no nothing. And when Tyler saw me–well, there was no mistaking that he was in his birthday suit.”
“Um, would you like to tell me the story?”
“You bet I’ll tell you! Then maybe you’ll have a better idea who your precious little bedmate is.
“Look, here’s what happened. My sister had to have an operation, and so I needed to spend some time taking care of her afterwards. Tyler’s pretty hopeless around the house, so I got Rowena to look after him. This was the summer after her junior year of college–she was a bright and perky twenty-one years of age. I ended up spending more than a week with my sister, and was going to come home early on a Monday, but decided to catch a flight home late on Sunday.
“Well, you can imagine my reaction when I trudged upstairs and saw–what I told you I saw. I thought I’d fall into a faint–and I’m not a woman who faints. Rowena seemed blissfully asleep, but Tyler saw me and jumped out of bed. And yes, he was naked: his semi-hard cock was flopping around as he approached me. I suppose he was going to try to come up with some lame excuse for his appalling behavior, but I was having none of it. I turned right around, headed downstairs, and spent the night in a motel. The next day, I called him up and basically said, ‘You’d better get out of the house, and stay out, if you know what’s good for you.’