I join Mikey and Alice for dinner. We eat in the large kitchen/diner/living area that takes up much of the rear of the house. There is also a formal dining room, but that gets used only for entertaining and special occasions.
I look across the table at Alice. She has taken off her apron and I notice how her halter top shows off her 34B breasts. There’s even a distinct prominence where her nipples press against the thin cotton. Has Mikey noticed? Of course he has! He’d need to be blind not to. I look at Mikey and he smiles at me. Was I staring at my daughter’s breasts? I feel myself blush a little.
To move things on, I ask Alice how was her day at school and we get chatting about the usual trivia, while we eat.
When we are finished, I go to the gym while Mikey washes up. Alice goes to her room, to do whatever teenagers do in their bedrooms.
I start on the treadmill. As I jog, I think again about Alice’s attire and whether I need to say something to her. I glance down at my sports bra, which is struggling to contain my bouncing tits and, like Alice’s top, does nothing to hide the prominence of my nipples. At home in the evening, for much of the weekend, even when out, and almost always on holiday, I don’t wear a bra. I know what Alice will say, if I challenge her!
I move onto the rowing machine as Mikey enters the gym. He goes straight to the weights.
I don’t stay on the rowing machine for long. I decide to cut short my circuit.
“I’m whacked,” I tell Mikey. “I’m going to check my emails before bed,” I say. “Why don’t you go to the bedroom when you are finished. You can put on the telly while you wait for me.” I add.
“Well, don’t be too long!” he says and laughs. “Otherwise I might have jerked off by the time you arrive!”
“OK,” I reply. “But if you want to have sex tonight, you are going to have to do all the work!”
“It’s a deal!” he tells me with a big smile.
I leave him to finish his work-out and I go to the study to deal with urgent work emails on my laptop.
When I am done, I close my laptop. On impulse, I pick up my phone. I check Alice’s bedroom. I see her on her bed, looking at something on her phone. Then I notice that her hand is in her pyjama bottoms. I quickly switch screens, feeling a little guilty. I don’t wish to intrude on her privacy.
Then I check the master bedroom. Mikey is lying back on the bed. He has taken off his t-shirt and shorts and is watching something on the large screen television, opposite. He is slowly stroking his cock. The TV is internet connected. I cannot see the image, but he must be watching porn. I’m apparently the only one in the house not undertaking sexual self-stimulation, at the moment!
I head upstairs to the bedroom. I open the door and see Mikey on the bed. He quickly picks up the remote and switches screens. I look at the TV. It’s now showing a deep-throating compilation. Mikey continues to stroke himself.
“Don’t get the idea that you are going to do that, tonight!” I tell him, indicating the images on the TV, as I walk over to the bed.
I lie on the bed, on my back, next to him. I look at his cock. It’s not quite fully erect, but already it is big. Not unnaturally so, but big enough to stretch me. Big enough to fill me, like I like to be filled.
“OK.” I say. “I’m going to just lie here. Show me what you can do!”
Mikey rolls over and straddles me. “Lift your arms,” he says, and removes my sports bra. My tits fall free. He massages them and plays with my nipples.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan. “Good start!”
Mikey moves to one side of me and takes my nipple in his mouth. His hand runs down my body and under the waistband of my leggings and my thong. I open my legs a little, to provide him with access. His fingers part my labia and explore my pussy slit, pushing downwards until they reach the entrance to my vagina and then returning northwards to flick and tease my clit.
Again I moan encouragement. “Mmmmmmmmmm, keeping going!” I tell him.
His fingers return to my vagina and he pushes two fingers inside. There’s very little resistance.
“Who’s a horny girl?” he asks rhetorically, releasing my nipple and looking up at me. “What got you so hot, I wonder?” Fortunately, it doesn’t seem as if he expects an answer to that question, either.
“We better get you naked,” he tells me, as he moves me to the edge of the bed and kneels between my legs. “Lift up,” he says and I raise my bottom as he removes my leggings and thong together.
He separates my thong from my leggings and inspects the crotch of my thong. Then he sniffs and licks the sodden material.
“Mmmmmm,” he says. “Just as I like it!”
For a moment he looks at my open pussy, directly in front of him.
His arms go around my thighs to hold my legs apart and his head sinks between my legs.
He’s good. He’s very, very good. Probably the best that I have known. I have two orgasms as he torments my clit with his tongue and works my g-spot with his fingers.
In the end, it is me who says, “Fuck me,” as I pant for breath after my second orgasm. He looks up and raises his eyebrows, as if to say, ‘sure?’.
“Please,” I say.
I move up the bed and he kneels between my legs. He lifts my legs and puts my ankles over his shoulders. He positions his cock at the entrance to my very needful vagina and he pushes forward. It doesn’t matter how many times he has done that, or however well prepared I am, there’s always a moment when I wonder whether I can accommodate all of him. But I do.
And then he fucks me. He’s very good at that, too. We change position several times but, tonight, he does the hard work. I have another orgasm before I feel his cock stiffen and begin to pump his semen deep inside me.
We lie together for a while. Then we separate and get under the covers, still both naked. There will be a mess on the sheets in the morning, but I will leave a note for the daily maid to change and wash them.
I settle to sleep, still with that niggle at the back of my mind.
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