The Landlady and Her Daughter [FM][oral]

When my co-worker, Annabelle, invited me to join her and her friend on a pub crawl, I jumped at the opportunity. New in this dusty little town, on a temporary tech job at a small college, I was renting a room in a house run by a somewhat trashy landlady, Sheila Sinclair. She has frosted blonde hair and bubble gum pink lipstick nails, but she also has a tight tanned body, sparkling blue eyes, toned legs and big peach tits. Still her flirting made me hide in my room so a night out bar hopping with a crowd of people my age was just what I needed.

I showed up at the bar where Annabelle spotted me across the crowded college bar and beckoned me over. I was introduced to Courtney, a a curvy blonde who drank sodas and Brianna, a geeky girl with a page boy haircut and heavy black rimmed glasses, Vivian, a slender woman with long red hair and Bonnie with nice boobs on display as well as big beautiful pale blue eyes. They were all definitely fuckable. Maybe my three month dry streak will end tonight.

We all travelled as a herd to Marlowe’s to watch a local band. The girls got drunker, dragging me out to the dance floor where they danced around me like drunk sirens in skinny jeans. Then it was off to the End Zone for shots, shots and more shots. They were a fun group of girls, Courtney and Bonnie giving me sly eyes when the other girls weren’t looking. I was the only cock at this hen party and they teased me mercilessly, closing in on me with fresh smelling hair and tits about to pop from their tops as they bounced to the music. I hadn’t gotten this drunk in years, drinking like I was back in college as I hung in this crowd of students all around us. I had no idea what time it was until the bar lights came on. I didn’t even hear last call.

“Drink up folks,” yelled the barkeep.

The girls slurped the last of their drinks through straws as I downed the dregs of a beer. We stumbled out into the cool air where I pulled out my phone for a ride.

Annabelle asked me, “Where do you live?”

“On Berryessa Lane.”

“I live over there,” said Courtney. “Why don’t I drive you home?”

“Okay,” I said.

We all said goodnight, going our separate ways before Courtney and I walked to her VW bug. On the ride home, I’d catch a glance of her under a passing streetlight. She would catch me looking at her and I’d grin stupidly before returning my look out the passenger side window.

She asked, “So how much longer are you here?”

“Two weeks give or take a day.”

“Oh. Well if you want to go see a movie or something you can call me.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, feeling extremely lucky to see her cleavage bounce from the pot hole.

“Let me give you my number.”

My hands fumbled with my phone I finally pulled from my pocket.

“Court-ney,” I said while typing in her name.

She giggled and gave me her number as she pulled outside my place.

“Call me,” she said, putting her hand on my leg.

“I will. And thanks for the ride.”

I wanted to kiss her but didn’t. I didn’t want to come off as a creep so I waited for her to lean forward to initiate a kiss but she didn’t.

“Well good night,” I said, pulling the door handle to get out.

“Good night.”

My key missed the front door lock three times before I finally got it in and let myself into the quiet house. My mind was on Courtney’s camel toe and ass in those tight jeans of hers. God, I wanted to be in there, just shove my hands between her warm fleshy thighs and pull them open.

The house was dark, not a single light was on, and I made my way by memory past shadowy furniture to the stairs. Up the stairs I went, turned the corner and then bam! I tripped over something in the hall which sent me sprawling face forward onto the floor. Turning over I saw the full now overturned basket of clean and folded laundry outside of her son Connor’s door. Sheila’s door opened. She peeked out.

“What’s going on?” she whispered.

“Sorry,” I said pulling myself up as I righted the basket.

She came down the hall, turning on the hall lights as she did to see the knocked over laundry. Her perfumed satin robe caressed my skin as she helped me up to my feet.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Let me help you to your room.”

“I’m fine, really,” I said, but my knee really hurt.

As soon as we were in my room, she closed the door behind her before stepping up to me. She mashed her tits into my chest looking up at me with big doe eyes. Her fingers trailed down my chest as she sank down onto her knees. I tried to pull her up but she swatted my hands away before looking up to me.

She purred, “I love sucking cock.”

My now unbuckled pants hit my shoes. My breath caught in my throat as her fingers explored my thighs. She reached into the fly of my underwear and pulled out my limp dick. Her hot breath caressing my dick caused it to twitch. I sucked in a gulp of cool air when she took me into her warm eager mouth and I placed my hands on top of her silky haired head as it bobbed back and forth on me, sucking me with an insistent undulating tongue. My legs trembled and threatened to give out so I pushed her off of me to fall back onto my bed. Her mouth pounced upon my groin once more to take me balls deep inside her little mouth. I laid back, enjoying her tongue licking the sweet spots on my dick, rippling under my shaft with the same slurping noises I heard a week ago. I laid back, thoroughly enjoying the tongue bath of an older woman as they are skilled and know exactly what to do. Her head began to bob again, her lips furiously sliding over my rock hard cock. An orgasm erupted in my groin and stifled a groan as my balls emptied a load of hot jizz into her mouth. My hands clutched her silky hair as I held her head in place, enjoying the sensation of her swallowing my hot, sticky cum. When my dick stopped jerking and the jizz quit spurting from my still stiff cock, I slowly released my grip on her hair. She looked up at me with those mischievous eyes, rose from the floor and smiled while licking her greedy lips.

“Good night, Allen,” she whispered.

And with that, she left my room.

I woke up the next morning hung over with a headache and totally ashamed. Cumming in the landlady’s mouth is not the proudest moment of my life. I should get out of this place but I paid in advance and I’ll be out of here in a couple of weeks. Okay, just stay away from her and everything will be fine. I decided to work out my sore knee and walk a few blocks to the strip mall for a morning coffee. Washed and dressed, I left my bedroom, walking softly down the hall to the stairs when the bathroom door opened and a girl stepped out in front of me, naked and drying her wet brown hair with a towel. My mouth fell open at the sight of her slim body and those rose tipped nipples on those little upturned titties. A butterfly tattoo hovered near her shaved pussy. She smirked at me, knowing the power of her nakedness over this helpless man.

She said, “So you’re the new tenant?”

“Yeah, Allen.”

She nonchalantly wrapped her towel around her drying body then looked up at me with bored brown eyes.

“I’m Shasta, Sheila’s daughter.”

“Uh, nice to meet you.”

“You too. So, has my mom sucked your dick yet?”

“What?”

“Did you trip over her laundry basket in the dark and get helped to your room where she sucked your dick?”

I blushed as I stammered out, “N-no.”

She gave me a wry smile. “Give her time.”

“I gotta go,” I said, making my way around her.

“Have a nice day,” she cheerily said.

I made my way down the stairs, out of the Twilight Zone and into the blue sky morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/55ovbd/the_landlady_and_her_daughter_fmoral