oil_paint03
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Cotinue....please, continue....
As you wish...
“We have to get up.” I whispered.
“It’s one-thirty, dear.” She whispered back. “We’re not leaving until 6.”
“Everyone…”
“Is sleeping.” She finished my sentence and put a finger to my lips. She laid her other hand to my chest and slowly moved the sheet down, keeping eye contact with me. When I felt her hand push against my bulge she looked down and swept her hand up and over, leaving the sheet bunched over my thighs. With the same hand she slipped a few fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pulled the band up. I felt a rush of cool air as she pulled the band over my cock and slipped it under my scrotum. Her finger that was on my lips slipped down to my chin and rested there. I could see the shadow my erect cock made against the back of the couch, joined by another shadow that was her hand. The pads of her fingertips traced the shelf under my head, and chased each other over the summit.
“Lovely.”
The finger on my chin joined her other fingers. The shadow on the couch was consumed by another as I felt her warm, wet mouth cover the head of my cock. My eyes left the shadow and saw her kneeling over the couch, her short nightie riding up over the backs of her thighs. I reached out to touch her…somewhere…anywhere…but pulled my hand back. She was pushing her head down over my cock. It felt like she was swallowing me. Each time she raised her head up I felt the cool air of the room wash over my hot, wet flesh. It glistened. Then her lips made it disappear again. Back again. Gone.
My ears had stopped buzzing. That was good. I could hear the soft, wet sound of her mouth stroking my cock, and a competing noise, also wet and rhythmic, mingling with her quiet grunts and my breathing, which was coming in short gasps as I felt an eruption deep, near my anus, that coursed upward. My whole body was burning from the inside and a shot rang in my ear and every muscled clenched. My hands were digging into the sides of the couch when I came. It felt like I was passing syrup to her. She mewled and I could feel her sucking it out like a soda straw, swallowing it all.
She still knelt there, my cock in her mouth, but the other wet sound continued. I looked from her closed eyes, her temple was rimmed in light and I saw her pulse there, beating fast, down her neck to her shoulder and arm. Her white nightie was turning darker where it was absorbing sweat from her back. I could see a flurry of movement where her ass met her legs and her body heaved upward. She was holding her breath and her legs were shaking badly. She heaved again and this time I felt her nails dig into my thigh and I made a sound that was way too loud, I know, because I had her mouth over mine and her eyes were saucers digging into mine. Fear? Anger? Surprise?
She pulled her mouth away from mine and she loosened her fingers’ bite into my thigh. It seemed like a long time she just sat back on her legs on the floor, head down and getting her breathing under control. Maybe a minute. Felt like an hour. I looked to my soft cock, laying like a dead worm bleeding a clear trail of liquid. I felt.
Conflicted.
She raised her head and looked at me. I left my sad cock and looked at my friend’s mom. She smiled and again, put her finger to my lips, and she pushed it into my mouth and I tasted her. She raised up and bent over me, lips close to my ear.
“I hope you come again.”
