Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son

... without having to worry about people being around. Elliot was relentlessly fucking her in every single way in every single room of her house. Books were knocked off the shelf, the mail and magazines were flung off the counter, a lamp was knocked over, her house was a total mess. Her bedroom was in shambles. Everywhere Elliot and Diane went in a hurricane of sex; that part of the house was left in a mess. Finally, after screaming, cumming, slamming the bed against the wall so hard the 52 year old Diane thought it would break; she collapsed on top of her son, sweaty and exhausted. It was evening, near supper-time. Rolling off Elliot, catching her breath, she thought about her father, Bob, who she planned on calling to let him know she and Elliot had done it. Later that night, Elliot called Cassie. Diane was on all fours before him, his cock slowly being serviced by her moving back and forth on it. Cassie answered and they chatted a little bit about the trip. Then Elliot told her he was staying another night. “She’s not feeling well; I just want to make sure she’s ok. Tomorrow, I’ll come home and we’ll fix things, alright?” He asked, looking down at Diane’s ass, as it gently landed on his thighs. “Alright, I missed you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Cassie said. “Yep!” Elliot replied, hanging up on her, tossing the phone on the mattress. He grabbed Diane’s hips and began stabbing her repeatedly from behind with his cock. Like animals, they mated for the rest of the evening, never ...

... stopping, cumming continually, until they were raw. Elliot collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Diane trailed her fingers through his hair, smiling, they were closer; they had experienced that magic she loved so much. Her plan had worked out. ******** The next day was horrible for Cassie. She reluctantly agreed to let Elliot have a divorce from her. She watched him drive away, back to his mother’s house, while crying. Later that night, Diane was sitting on Elliot, bouncing up and down on his cock. Elliot had fixed things with Cassie, just like promised. That night after Elliot had moved his things in and got settled at his mother’s; she took him to the neighborhood Bob was building. “This is it. This is where our new house will be,” Diane said, shining a flashlight on the foundation and some piles of lumber. “Do you think your sisters would really move in?” Elliot asked. “I’m not sure. They’d have to have a unique relationship like us first. Those are kinda the rules,” Diane shrugged. Elliot nodded. A few minutes later, unable to control their urges, they were naked once more on the construction site; rolling around on the ground, in the sawdust, in the dirt - screaming, moaning, and cumming; their sounds of passion echoing off unfinished structures. Diane lunged at Elliot, after he went to his feet, pulling her up with him, causing him stumble backward into a dirt-filled wheelbarrow. Diane jumped on top him, causing the wheelbarrow to move. She began slamming and grinding her ...