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

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

... smiled and licked her lips. Then bobbed down on me again, then again. I considered putting my hands on the back of her head to help guide her. But she didn't need my help. In fact, she was going at my cock far more intensely, bobbing on it hard, making gagging and gurgling noises. I thought again of all the wild things she must have done in her youth. I wondered how many cocks she'd had in her life. Hundreds? She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. She pulled her mouth from me again, gasping for breath, drool pouring from her lips. "What are you thinking?" She smiled. And I decided to test the waters some more, and say the nastiest thing I could think of. "I was wondering if your daughter masturbates on this bed, like right below where your face is right now." I wondered if that would be too far. It wasn't. In fact it seemed to just excite her more. She smiled, then pushing my cock out of the way, she leaned into the bed and started licking the sheets. I couldn't believe it. Or maybe I could. I didn't know what I believed any more. I don't know what I expected. Clearly Mrs. B. was a slut beyond what I ever imagined. "Nope. I don't taste any cunt here." She said after giving the spot beneath her face a good licking. "Do you like the taste of cunt?" I asked, not believing I said that word in front of her. "Sure" She smiled. "Not at first, but, when you give yourself over to men, sooner or later they're going to want you to eat out their girlfriends, or your ...

... girlfriends, or someone you pick up at a bar or strip club. Eventually I developed a taste for it." "Have you eaten out a lot of girls?" I asked. "More than you will in your entire life." She smiled. "But I've almost forgotten…" she lowered her head, maybe embarrassed by what a naughty idea she had next. "Lean over and grab me one of my daughter's panties." She said, lifting her head back up, exposing her red face. I leaned over and opened Mandy's dresser drawer. "No, no." Mrs. B. said. "What good is that going to do? Get me a pair from the hamper. I want to taste her dirty cunt." So I did as told. Opened up the hamper and pulled out a pair of white panties with purple hearts on them, tossing them over to Mrs. B. She smiled at them, held them up to her face, took a deep breath, turned them inside out and pressed her tongue up to the crotch. She let out a deep "mmmm" as she licked it up. As she went to town, licking and sucking on Mandy's panties, she seemed to get more and more excited. I leaned forward, pulling up her skirt, bunching it around her waist, exposing her white panties, soaking wet around the crotch. Quickly I pulled them down her thighs and for a moment, admired her cunt, wet, hairy, with a long labia, then thrust my fingers into it. She screamed. The moment was amazing. It was beautiful. It was a miracle of horny perseverance. I pulled my fingers out of Mrs. B, and brought them up to my lips for a taste. She tasted wonderful. Then I noticed some of her juices dripping ...