Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding - Sex Stories

Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding

... offensive, kissing her chin and working back her jaw line toward her ear I grabbed Mallory by the shoulder and held her away from me. “You are d***k and I am not much better.” I said as I shook her probably a little more severely than I intended. She blinked and stared at me for a moment before just bursting into tears. Now I have always been a sucker for tears. So within seconds I had relaxed my grip and pulled her up against my chest. She wept there against my chest and I found myself stroking her hair and comforting her. She smelled so good. It was more than the scent of her shampoo and conditioner and more than her perfume. She smelled of sexual arousal and being this close to her I was very aware of it almost immediately. I looked down and could see her breast and the red outline of where my fingers had left marks above her bra. As she took a long ragged breath, the soft flesh on her chest jiggled and I found that despite my protests, my body was still aroused by her. “You are right. I am such a slut. I’m sorry.” She blubbered and I shushed her as I held her to me. I looked over her head at the bed and was again confronted by the fact that there was only the one small bed in the room. My cock twitched as her stocking encased thigh brushed across the front of my pants and she moved to step back a little so she could look up at me. Her hair was matted to her now reddened face as she sniffled and said, “You must think I am such a whore, and I am. I love sex… I NEED sex. ...

... And I have always hoped that as Jacob ages to look like you because I thought you looked so hot and…..” She dissolved into tears again as she realized what she had just said Standing there looking down into her face, Mallory looked so vulnerable, so innocent… and my eyes strayed past her trembling lips to the smooth skin that rose into small breast mounds and then continued, flat and taught down to the top of her garter belt. The sight caused my balls to tighten a little more. “You are not a whore and I don’t think you are a slut. You are a beautiful young woman and you flatter me greatly!” Her wet eyes looked up into mine and she seemed to be searching to see if I meant what I said, so I gave her a smile and pulled her into me. Too late I realized that by giving her a hug, my stiff cock poked her in the belly. She raised her chin and smiled at me and said, “I guess I am not the only one needing relief tonight.” I closed my eyes and shook my head as I smiled. I had been busted. I started to admit my guilt when I felt her lips brush mine. They touched so lightly I thought at first I had imagined them, dreamed them… because I wanted to taste them again so badly. Then they were there again and they lingered this time. Instead of words a low groan escaped over my lips. My resistance melted as the warmth of her breath on my lips caused the flames of my desire to leap back and scorch what was left of my scorched conscious. All that I wanted now was more. I wanted more of her lips, ...