When her mother hosted a chess evening, she probably expected a different kind of mating [MF]

It was my senior year in High School. I had been dating my neighbor from two doors down  for a couple months. Let’s call her Samantha.

Samantha lived with her single mom in a huge, modern style house situated on the edge of a wildlife conservancy. The garden had three tiers and contained actual buck, porcupines, eagles and wildcats.

Samantha’s mom was naturally quite protective of her daughter, especially seeing as it was just the two of them. She trusted me but most nights she’d be around while we watched TV and often invited me around for dinner with the two of them.

Little did her mother realise that, being 17 and recently discovering sex, Samantha and I were insatiable for each other. By this stage we had fucked in all three bathrooms, the pool, the balcony, the dining room table and best of all, on her mother’s bed.

Her mom’s room had a floor-to-ceiling mirror which perfectly showcased her daughter’s features. Samantha is a short brunette who’s hair always falls perfectly. She’s got bright blue eyes, full pink lips, and incredible C Cup tits. I guess you could describe her figure as “thicc” before that term was a thing. She’s insanely naughty and would tease me all day until we got a chance to be alone together.

On the evening in question, Samantha’s mother invited me over for an early dinner and asked me to stay afterward to help set up the dining room for a chess tournament she was hosting for the local Rotary Club. She indicated that I was more than welcome to stick around and keep Samantha company upstairs while the geriatrics downstairs made their moves.

Once upstairs, Samantha and I intended to get some English homework done but naturally took the opportunity to tear each other’s clothes off instead.  We left the door ajar so we’d be able to hear if anyone was coming up the stairs nearby.

We didn’t know how much time we had to play so my jeans were around my ankles before I could process it. She sat on the edge of her bed, using her tongue ring to expertly tease the nubs and ridges of my cock while digging her nails into my ass. Her legs would flash open every time she took me all the way to the back of her throat, revealing a distinct lack of underwear beneath her skirt. Between squeezing her tits, (at this point, barely held back by a polkadot patterned bra), she used her other hand to tease her clit in a manner I can describe as both hypnotising and well-rehearsed.

Before long, she positioned herself on the edge of her desk and took me deep inside her, biting my shoulder in order to stop herself moaning. I was fucking her slow and deep, partially because I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long after that exceptional blowjob and partially because the house was so quiet during the chess tournament that I knew the sound of balls slapping would ring through the corridor for everyone to hear.

Samantha, having had enough of the “sensual” style I was going for broke our deep kiss with a smile and gestured to her bed. I knew it wasn’t a good idea but in the moment was too enthralled by the sight of her in her bra, white Chuck Taylors on and bent on all fours for me to think clearly.

I eased into her dripping wet pussy from behind and placed my hands on her hips. I fucked her slowly again, getting faster and faster the more I felt her shaking under me. She had her face in the pillow but would come up ever so often to kiss me and whisper “harder”. Before I knew what was happening, we lost all sense of self-preservation and I was  thrusting as fast, hard and deep as I could. Samantha gushed all over my cock but I knew that she went wild when I didn’t stop.

I felt myself getting ready to blow inside her when her bedroom door burst open behind me.  “Samantha!” I heard her mother’s voice shriek. I registered the danger first and got my jeans on in an instant, cock still at a proud salute. Samantha was on the bed, hair disheveled, on all fours, facing her mother pussy-first. “I thought you were in trouble” her mother said, in a horrified voice. “Put some clothes on, I’ll speak to you later” she said, storming out.

I considered jumping out the window but being only one storey up, the fall would have only landed me right outside the curious chess-playing gentlemen but I stuck around, was forced to endure a stern talking to from her mother which included the sentence “I expect the first time you make love to my daughter for you to look her in the eyes, while surrounded by candles and roses” and we never spoke of it again…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qnfj6/when_her_mother_hosted_a_chess_evening_she