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Mamas Boy

... for the solitude that would allow me to fantasize about D and some better looking, better hung man. In my daydreams it was always some big, burly, studly type seducing her into total submission and I let my imagination run wild as I spent the next hour dropping things off and picking things up -- until I reached the post office and realized I'd forgotten the envelopes I was to drop off. A few minutes later I was pulling back into my driveway, my fantasy fading away as I hopped out of the car and walked briskly to the front door. Once inside I heard the sound of the TV in the den but nothing else. I knew I'd left the envelopes on the kitchen table and was halfway down the hall when a strange sound caused me to stop for a moment, something like soft laughter only it wasn't coming from the television set, it was coming from the kitchen. I remained still for a second, straining my ears, when I heard it again. It was definitely D, but it sounded somehow different as she giggled, girlish almost. "You shouldn't say such things to a married woman," she said, her tone still odd sounding to me. "In fact, you're too young to use such language at all, Jason." My heart started thudding so hard that I felt for a second it might jump out of my chest. It was the k** who'd been looking at my car! I inched forward slowly, careful not to disturb whatever might be happening, my dick already hardening in my pants. "It's the fuckin' truth, you're the hottest damn thing I've seen all summer," he ...

... answered. That drew another oddly girlish giggle from D. "Here," I heard her say. "Let me get you that iced tea I promised you." The kitchen fell silent just a moment before I made it to the door. I peeked inside, instantly shocked and aroused by the scene I saw. D had changed outfits, now clad in a mid-length cotton skirt and loose white t-shirt. She was standing with one hand holding the refrigerator door ajar. Jason was right behind her, his hands on her hips, his mouth on her neck, kissing gently and murmuring to her. "Such a sexy fuckin' ass," he moaned as his hands reached down to cup and caress D's smooth ass cheeks, clearly outlined by the clingy cotton skirt, then sliding his hands around her waist as he started grinding his growing cock against her firm, round butt. D stood still for a second, hand gripping the handle of the fridge, her eyes closed as Jason's hands slid up her body to cover her tits, palming them, thumbs rubbing over the outlines of her stiff nipples. "Oh god," she sighed as he fondled her tits gently, closing the refrigerator door and leaning back into him, eyes still closed. D let the back of her head rest on his shoulder, tilting it slightly to give him easier access to her sensitive neck as he continued to plant soft, wet nibbling kisses all along the tender flesh, her hands starting to caress his forearms as he continued to fondle and tease her tits. With a soft moan D arched her back slightly, pressing her full, firm ass back into his crotch, ...