Mountain Meat - Sex Stories

Mountain Meat

... her sent him sliding by as her wide open legs displayed her bright green nylon panties snugged in her crotch. They both laughed as their butts soaked in the snow. She got up saying, “well at least you know your old mom wears panties”. They shared another laugh that seemed to bring them together. Ralph actually thought, “I'm still looking after all these years. Trying to see her secrets”. Christa had mixed emotions. “I'm still a whore, I actually felt something naughty when I flashed my own flesh and bl**d”. Her mind went back to the many times she flashed her Dad or flashed his friends for him. He and she were perverts. They had played their taboo games. Could that be why she missed him so much? She undressed, showered, washed her hair and came out wearing a warm cotton, flowery print, knee length night shirt. Black knee length socks and fuzzy bedroom slippers completed her old mom look. Beneath it, bra less with sheer opaque panties. Sitting on a leg, she plopped down on the sofa making sure her shirt concealed her crotch. Ralph came out in a tee shirt and pajama pants. Holding coffee cups he handed her one as his eyes trailed down to her covered crotch. Taking the cup, she saw his gaze and knew where it went. “Damn, he's peeping”, she thought. They both sit, sipped and chatted until bedtime. Two hours later they were both awakened by the sound of the electronics beeping on a power blink. Ralph came to her room telling her not to worry the generator would restore power if ...

... they lost it. He stood bare chested and in boxer shorts. She could see the imprint of a thick cock on one leg. As he turned walking away, the print of heavy balls swung with each step. “Oh Shit, she thought. He's hung”. Masturbation had been her friend for many years since prison. Those years kept her face buried in cunt, while hers was ate. She chewed her lips as her cunt milked itself. She pulled the covers over her face sniffing she thought, “I need a good fuck”. Through the night the snow poured, causing power failures until the sound of the generator filled the air. Christa woke at sunrise went to the front room to check conditions. Looking out, the snow was piled a foot deep and growing. On her knees, elbows on the back rest, the view was beautiful yet dangerous. She thought warmer thoughts of being at the nearby lake. Hot sun, mini skirts, bikini's and men. Thinking of the many times her bikini bottoms exposed one lip of her cunt causing erections in the young and old. Knowing Ralph was still sl**ping, she slid a hand beneath herself, probed a finger past her panties gusset and slowly fingered her self. Clueless that Ralph stood in the hallway watching her. He had heard the patter of her feet as she walked, gotten up and followed her. When she got on the couch, he stopped. The view of her upturned ass and night shirt hanging just below her panties took his breath. When her hand appeared, he watched the finger disappear inside her. He couldn't see her cunt but he knew ...