My girlfriend’s mom had always stuck out to me, from the first time I saw her.
I had never seen a woman like her, a milf in her late 40s, but whose face, even through the marks of age, could still turn you on in an instant if she gave you the right look.
She had this way of glaring at you, not sternly, but in a way that seemed to say quite plainly: “I am thinking about fucking you right now.” She would look slightly sideways at you, furrowing her brow the tiniest bit, and you could see the gears turning behind those eyes. It was a force to behold.
Now, I believed there was no way that she meant it like that, because there was no way she would purposely turn her daughter’s boyfriend on so often, but I always liked to imagine.
There was something about her body, too. It was not the type of body I typically would find attractive, but she carried it in such a way.
She was quite short, about 5′ 4″, Mexican, and… voluminous, to put it kindly, which I do. There was something so indulgent about her body.
She looked so soft, so comfortable, indulgent like a rich, thick chocolate cake is, so much, and too much, and everything you could ever want at the same time; so much different from the slim girls I’ve dated in the past.
She was voluminous in all places, except for one. Many would consider it unfortunate for such a beautiful woman to have such small breasts, but there was something so tantalizing about them, too.
She was so proud of them; she always wore her shirts low, her robes slightly opened at the top, she seldom wore a bra, and her confidence was intoxicating.
They may have been small, but there was this air about them. They were something to be proud of, something to show off, something only select men had ever had the privilege to see. At least, that’s how she made you feel about them, and I did.
Once, I’d almost had that privilege, though not by intention.
At a birthday party, Rain (that was her name), in her usual confidence, had elected to wear only a white tanktop for a shirt. Of course, with no bra underneath. A miracle happened: she spilled a cup of water all over herself, which rendered her shirt transparent.
And there they were: her delicious, secret nipples for all to see. It was only a few seconds before she covered them with her hand, but it was done. I had seen them, she knew I had seen them, and my infatuation was ignited.
In months after, she became more flirtatious, and she seemed to enjoy it a lot. Maybe it was simply the fact that a younger man found her attractive that she enjoyed, but either way, I was into it.
I became more brash about staring at her ass as she walked, and about looking down her shirts when she bent over. She took notice, and made sure to walk slower and bend over more often to tease me more.
She would ask about me and her daughter’s sex life, which my girlfriend found incredibly embarrassing, but which I found titillating; and I would ask about hers.
She confided in us that sex with her husband wasn’t fulfilling. He never lasted long and he didn’t partake much in foreplay, leaving her to masturbate after he was done, every time. For twenty years now she had never experienced a good dicking down. I was stunned. This inexplicable woman of my dreams (literally) hadn’t been satisfied sexually in over two decades. A woman who deserved all the orgasms in the world was so unfairly deprived by her husband’s inability to perform.
Her husband, Brian, wasn’t the most loving guy in general. Don’t get me wrong, he cared for his wife and daughter, but he seldom went out of his way to make them know he loved them. What he lacked in love, though, he made up for in money.
He worked a very lucrative construction job, and very long hours at it, too. Brian worked even later most nights during the summer, usually well after 8 o’clock, and so most days I spent there it was just me, my girlfriend, and Rain alone until late into the night.
My girlfriend had always been a generally tired person, and was no stranger to heading to bed at 8, or even a little before. This night, though, she headed to bed exceptionally early. 6:30.
She had been complaining about a headache, and it wasn’t like we would have interacted much anyways if she had stayed up later. Things had been cooling off between us for a while. I decided I’d stay and go to bed later, so for at least the next half-hour, it was just me and Rain awake in the house.
Rain was upstairs watching TV, and with nothing else to do, I walked upstairs to join her. I would be lying if I said a fantasy didn’t flash through my mind, but then again, images of me and her fucking all over the house were constantly playing in my mind. Oh my god, I needed to feel her body so bad.
She was sitting in her robe, as she often did, in a recliner. I sat on the couch, looking up at the TV as though I wasn’t dreaming about her body. I immediately realized she was watching Game of Thrones, and more than that, she was watching one of my favorite episodes. I realized with a rush that in only a couple minutes, there was going to be a sex scene.
“Have you watched this show?” she spoke up.
“Yeah, I’ve seen most of it. I never got around to finishing it, though.”
We went silent again.
Rain had an awful habit of sitting with her legs apart, but I was so thankful for that habit now. Through the split in the robe I spied a lacy white pair of panties, just barely enough to cover her pussy.
I immediately felt a shift in my pants. I tore my eyes away, looking back up to the screen. Not like that would do much for getting rid of my erection, because the sex scene had just started. Me and Rain watched intently as the actress’s tits swung back and forth and she was railed from behind. My cock was growing steadily harder by the second.
Trying to ease the awkwardness, Rain spoke up again, “Do you watch porn?”, laughing a little as she said it. She was terrible at conversation, but my penis jumped to attention.
I hesitated for a second or two before deciding it might be interesting to answer. “I… I have before.”
“Just ‘before’?” She glared at me knowingly.
“I mean, I’m not an addict or anything but I look at it from time to time.”
She shifted in her recliner, her panties now tantalizingly out in the open. I could see a few inches of skin above them, now, and I felt my balls swell with sperm.
She continued: “It’s surprising how open society is about sex nowadays. It’s all over TV, I feel like it was never like that before.”
“Well, I’ve heard back in the Sixties and Seventies people were pretty open about sex.”
“I mean, I guess a little bit. We got pretty crazy back in the nineties when I was your age, but it’s nothing like today.”
She had caught my attention. I don’t know if I was imagining it, but I could swear I saw a twinkle in her eye as she shot me a glance.
Deciding to push it further, I questioned her. “You got ‘pretty crazy’ back in your 20s?”
As if she was anticipating my question, she almost shouted an emphatic “Oh yeah!” back at me.
I had seen pictures of her from when she was my age and, if she was beautiful today, she was stunning back then. Her small tits were perkier, her huge ass was toner, her wrinkles were gone, but that sexy, tempting smile was still there. It made me tremble to imagine the girl in those photos full of cock, her legs wrapped around every guy in town as she screamed for them to “blow your load inside me!”
She must have noticed my tremble and guessed the reason because she shifted once more, showing off more of her thighs and the obvious damp spot on her panties.
/Oh my fucking god, she’s getting turned on/, I thought.
My cock felt like it was going to burst. Never before in my life had I felt an erection like this one. It was tenting up my sweatpants now for all the world to see, but at this point I wanted her to see. I knew she liked looking at it.
She bit her bottom lip and squirmed in her seat. I spread my legs a little more, so she could see the outline of my whole package through the thin fabric of my pants.
I decided now was the time to really turn up the heat. “So.. how long is it going to be before Brian gets back?”
I saw her eyes flash.
“Well, tonight he has to stay a little longer because they’re finishing up a large project.” She had trouble saying some of the words because she was out of breath. I could see her beautiful chest rising and falling quicker than usual.
I decided I had to go for it now; it was obvious what both of us needed.
I stood up off the couch and quickly leaned down to kiss her. Her lips met mine as she leaned forward too.
They were so soft, I suck on them and her kissing became more frantic. She wrapped her arms around my neck, grabbing my head and pushing it into hers. I wrapped one arm around her neck, but I slipped my left arm down into her robe and placed my hand over her hot pussy. I immediately felt how wet and ready she was. I pushed the fabric aside and was about to stick my fingers all the way inside of her but I caught myself. I wanted to be the best lover she had ever known.
I started teasing her pussy, circling the tips of my fingers around the edge of her hole while I continued to make out with her.
“Oh… oh!” she moaned. I thrust forward and ground my raging cock against her clitoris, and her moans got even louder.
“Oh my god! Holy fuck!” she gasped into my ear. I felt my sweatpants getting wet with her pussy juice and my precum, and my cock begged to be thrust inside her, but I resisted.
Reaching down, now with my right hand, I undid her robe all the way and spread it open. There they were. Unimpeded by even a wet tanktop: her beautiful, brown, flat tits. My brain stopped working and I immediately smashed my face into her boobs, sucking as hard as I could on her warm brown nipples. I lost control. I started ramming my fingers into her pussy, sucking on her tits, and groping her fleshy ass with my other hand while she writhed around under me in ecstacy.
She gasped once again in my ear: “Use me! Use my body to make yourself cum!”
Hearing these words triggered something primal within me, something that begged to fuck the daylights out of her soft, perfect body and fill it up with my sperm over and over again until she had my baby.
I tore my pants off and jumped back onto her, positioning the swollen head of my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I felt her lips draped over the tip of my cock, and I shuddered, then I began to push forward. Years of being a slut had left her pussy loose and easy to enter, and I relished that. I wanted to fuck this slut, and I imagined her fucking a hundred men before me, all stretching out her pussy so that I could slide right in and fuck her better than any of them.
I was engulfed in her pussy now. The slick wet walls of the inside of her body were now wrapped around my cock. I was over her, and on her, and inside her all at the same time.
I began thrusting, and she began screaming even louder now. I was sure that Jenica couldn’t sleep through this, but at this point I couldn’t care. In fact, I wanted her to rush up the stairs to find me sliding in and out of her mom’s slippery cunt. I wanted her to watch the cock that had been inside her countless times enter her mother.
I kept pounding away, each slap of our bodies against each other spreading her pussy juice around more and more. We were a flurry of sex, two mouths, four hands, a penis and a pussy around writhing in time to a perfect song. Sex had never felt like this with Jenica. This sex was perfection. Inside of Rain’s body was where I was meant to be.
I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she screamed again. Not a minute later, it happened again, and then twenty seconds later, again. Her vagina was twisting and curling around the length of my cock as she gyrated. It was heavenly, unlike anything her daughter had ever been able to do.
She lifted her shaking legs and screamed “It’s never felt this good before!” Her pussy got tighter and started squeezing my cock, milking it for all it was worth. I couldn’t take it much longer.
“I’m going to cum!” I exclaimed.
To my amazement, she wrapped her legs around me, holding me inside her.
“Fill me up with your sperm! I want you to give me your baby!” I could tell she was delirious with pleasure, but I couldn’t think straight either. She had just wrapped her perfect legs around me, clamped me down into her pussy just as I had imagined literally thousands of times, and was forcing me to impregnate her. I lost it.
My thrusts became thrashes, desperately trying to orgasm so I could fill that wonderful, hot, wet, gorgeous pussy up as fast as I could, like it was my entire life’s goal.
I felt a tightening in my groin and I knew I had reached the point of no return. I thrusted into her harder than I ever had before, my cock shooting the thickest ropes of cum I have ever felt in her hungry cunt.
I’m normally not very vocal during sex but this orgasm made me roar. I felt as though I was shooting my entire soul into this woman’s body, like I was cumming all of my energy all at once into her waiting uterus.
My arms clasped around her, pressing our bodies together as hard as I could like I would never have to leave this position, like I would never have to pull out and this moment could last eternity.
My orgasm lasted a full minute, it seemed. The whole time my cock was pumping more and more cum into her, to the point I was sure her pussy was going to overflow.
At last, it ended, me still clutching to her precious body, pressing it to my own. I was spent.
Our breathing slowed and I kissed her passionately but softly. I couldn’t fathom pulling away from her body, not after a life-changing experience like that. I couldn’t bear to ever leave her after our bodies had been so in sync, so perfectly in tune.
“Oh Sean… that was incredible…” she whimpered in my ear. Her fingernails dug into my back as another wave of pleasure washed over her. I felt this wave of pleasure when it reached her pussy, making it spasm around my cock.
I relaxed down beside her and we lied there for minutes, perhaps even half an hour, enjoying the afterglow and the occasional sudden jolt of warm pleasure.
“I never want to leave”, I confessed.
“Me neither”, she replied, faintly.
After a minute, she said: “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”
My heart surged after hearing those words, and I kissed her, harder and more passionately than before. We held this kiss for ages, so deep in desire and the moment that neither of us could break the kiss.
Until Rain acknowledged what we both knew was true.
“Brian’s going to be home soon, I need to take a shower before he gets here…”
I lifted my dreary eyes to the clock.
“7:25” it read.
I regretted that we had to stop, but it was for the best that she get cleaned up. Brian was a very jealous man.
I was the first to stand up, my body still weak from exhaustion. Then Rain stood up, visibly even weaker than I. We hugged and kissed one last time before she went off to the shower, savoring the feeling of our naked bodies pressing together, because who knew how long it would be before we could feel that again.
As she finally began walking away, I gave her soft, luscious ass a playful smack and squeeze, causing her to turn her head back gleefully.
“Are you wanting to join me?”
End
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