Mrs. A, part one - Sex Stories

Mrs. A, part one

... her back and I sucked her tits while fucking her pussy harder and harder. “That’s mommy’s good boy,” she whispered in my ear. I moved my mouth to hers, kissing deeply as her hips got into the rhythm of my thrusts. I grunted and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me as we bucked and thrashed more. Soon she was alternately sliding her tongue over mine and then nibbling on my ear. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy, baby,” she said. I slid my hands back to her ass cheeks, lifting her hips again to pound her deeper as she cried out. I felt her pussy begin to twitch and shot my load deep into her, shoving my tongue back into her mouth. Her legs tightened around my waist as her pussy spasmed and she moaned into my mouth. She kept her legs locked around me until her orgasm passed, then slowly relaxed them. I pulled my cock out as she sucked on my tongue and ran her fingers through my hair again. “You don’t know how long I’ve needed that,” Carol said as we lay facing each other on the bed. She reached down between us, cupping my balls and then caressing my cock and kissing my chest. “God, you grew up so good, sweet boy,” she said. “And you fuck better than ever.” I grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed, “I had a great teacher,” I said. “How many times do you think we fucked,” she said. “Must have been dozens, over … what, five years,” I said and pulled her on top of me. She giggled like a schoolgirl, then reached over to the nightstand and picked up a book and some reading glasses. “I kept a diary,” she said with a sly smile.