Younger S*ster by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Younger S*ster by loyalsock

... grunted as I moved behind her ass. I fisted my cock, swiped it up and down through her wet slit, found my target, and shoved my cock deep in my first thrust. Pulling back, grabbing her hips, I thrust forward savagely, driving my cock completely into her depths. My hips smacked off her ass, the flesh on flesh slap filling the small shower enclosure. Thrust after thrust, I pounded her flesh, our bodies slapping hard. I watched my cock pull back, her swollen lips sucking hard to keep me buried deep. Her groans turned to screams with each thrust grinding deep. Reaching under her body, her fingers quickly brought her body to her third orgasm as I pounded her harder and harder. &#034Fuck me fuck me fuck me,&#034 she screamed over and over. My own orgasm rapidly approached, my balls churning. As she grabbed my sac, I exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her soaked depths. My knees buckled, quivering as I ground my body to hers, feeling each muscle contraction spitting my cum into her body. My thumb ran rampant over her asshole, pushing into her body to the first knuckle as I refused to release her, grinding my body harder and harder to her even as my cock shrank and withdrew from her cunt. &#034Oh fuck baby,&#034 I whispered softly, trying to catch my breath. My body convulsed against her big, pliant ass. I pressed to her, grinding my body to hers. We remained pressed together for a couple minutes as I humped her big butt. Cathy stood, turning to snuggle against me, ...

... her hand taking my limp cock and stroking softly, slowly. We stood silently, letting the hot water cascade over our bodies. Slowly, we washed each other again. Once finished, dried, we retired down the hall to her daughters' bed. We lay, me spooned to her backside. We talked softly for over an hour about nothing. No mention of sex, only f****y and work. Soon, we laid facing, fingertips stroking her tits, nails tracing the areola, making the nipple stand rigid, playing, tickling softly. &#034Be honest with me,&#034 she redirected our conversation. Looking deep into my eyes, she smiled. &#034Did you ever fuck mom,&#034 she asked point blank matter of fact. I stared at her, my mind racing, pulling up mental tapes of memories. My mouth dropped open. &#034What are you talking about,&#034 I replied. &#034Answer the question,&#034 she retorted quickly. &#034Yes,&#034 I hesitated, drawing out the word. &#034Why on earth would you think that,&#034 I asked. She grinned ear-to-ear, her eyes sparkling. &#034I used to watch you 'wrestle' as mom called it,&#034 she half laughed. &#034I wanted to wrestle with big b*****r ever since,&#034 she quipped. &#034And recently,&#034 she whispered slowly, &#034our touches, our kisses,&#034 she groaned softly. &#034Wish we had started years ago,&#034 her voice trailed off. &#034Me too,&#034 I countered. &#034Make love to me,&#034 she asked softly. &#034Don't just fuck my pussy, make love to me,&#034 she whispered, moving slowly to kiss me. Her lips ...