My Best Friend's Mom in his s****r's Bed - Sex Stories

My Best Friend's Mom in his s****r's Bed

... didn't seem amazing and wonderful, what I saw in that video. Maybe it was my youth talking, and eventually I'd think crazy sex was dull like all the other boring middle aged people out there. I just didn't know. "Did you come over to talk to me all night or to fuck me?" Or maybe, she did, I smiled. Now hearing her say the "f" word, I can't tell you how bizarre my world was. But I answered. "To fuck you." "Good, then let me see your cock." She said, already staring at my bulge, clear from her face that she was giving into her desires. "If I can see your tits." I countered. "No." She said. "this isn't going to be a bargain. If you want this to happen, you're going to listen.. Fair enough, I figured. No need pushing my luck any further. So I pulled my pants down. My cock popped out from the top. I was proud of it. It wasn't huge, but it was a decent size, and rock hard. It throbbed and pointed right at her. I could see her smile change from a curious one to a horny one. It was a welcome sight. The other girls I'd been with had never been that eager for my cock. But Mrs. B. seemed very pleased to see it. She stepped toward me, I was totally in her control, under her seduction. She knew it as she reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock. "Follow me" she said, and lead me through the kitchen, through the f****y room and into the hall. "Are we going to Bobby's room?" I asked thrilled that my kinky idea had impressed her enough to go with it. "No. That's not naughty ...

... enough." She answered, turning and opening a door to a pink covered bedroom. "We're going to Mandy's room." The look in her face was really something amazing. It was as if I'd given her permission to open the door to all her wildest thoughts again. Her happiness had evolved from normal boring middle-aged person happiness, contentness, appreciation, to genuine sexual excitement. I wondered when was the last time she felt this way. I felt bad that it clearly had been a while. I wondered if she'd picked Mandy's room because she wanted to feel like a young girl again, thrilled with an eager cock. I didn't have to wonder too long. My curiosity was somewhat answered when she grabbed a hair tie off the nearby dresser and pulled her hair back into a little pony-tail. Then she pushed my down onto the messy, unmade bed. My cock bounced as I fell. She tore off her blouse, her bra pretty much going with it, exposing her beautiful big fleshy breasts and hard, wide nipples. Her tits were amazing, either naturally still plump and perky or really good fakes. I wondered, as she leaned in between my legs, spit on my hard cock, and wrapped her lips around it, taking it all the way down to the hilt in one move, if her wild days were when she dyed her hair blonde and got fake breasts (if they were fake). What a wild slut she must have been back then. She pulled her lips off my cock, gooey strands of saliva and precum stretching from the tip of my shaft to her mouth as she did. She slurped them up. She ...