Farmstay With Mother And Two Daughters - Sex Stories

Farmstay With Mother And Two Daughters

... lonely, for conversation at least. As she talked I surreptitiously looked at her body. Her nightie rode high on her slim muscled thighs. Through the material some cleavage was evident. Thankfully my genitals showed no stimulating response to her presence. After chatting about all sorts of trivia Jean commented on my good condition for my age, the signs that I played some sport, and the fact that I shaved smooth from the navel down. It was while I was telling her about shaving every couple of days, and my opinion on that appearance, that her hand rested on my flaccid cock, to feel it’s smoothness she said. I moved to make room for her. She stood and shed the nightie, to lie on the bed beside me. Her wiry build, based on hard physical work, was immediately apparent. She sighed and stretched herself out. I lay on my side. As she continued talking, now about how many months it had been since she’d been with a man, I listened and reached out one hand to massage her small neat breasts. Jean for the first time stopped talking. Her hand touched around my half hard cock. She felt her way around my shaft, head and balls. I suggested that she let me do the work, that she relax, layback and enjoy my efforts. In my mind was the thought that if I did well on this first outing I might capture her interest many more times over the next four weeks. I leaned over her body, kissed my way over her face, ears, eyes, throat, and mouth. As my lips touched her she responded. Our tongues played ...

... together. My mouth reached her breasts. In turn I tongued and kissed my way around them, sucked her brown nipples. They rose up proud and hard. Satisfying sounds came from her mouth. I snail trailed and kissed my way down her belly. Her body gradually relaxed to my slow soft caring touch. My mouth moved over her mound. Teasing her I kissed and moved on. I shifted on the bed now kneeling between her slim legs, which she obligingly parted. I stroked her inner thighs with my wet tongue, down one leg to her ankle, foot and toes. I kissed her feet, sucked each toe. Jean began to writhe to my nerve tingling touch. I attended likewise to her other foot, then began to slowly, ever so slowly work my way back up her leg. As I reached her thigh I crouched on the bed. This time I went past her thigh, to her brown haired pussy. While the pubic hair on her lower belly was quite thick, over her slit it was fairly sparse. Her labia pouted at me. Her aroma filled my nostrils as I bent my face forward to her vulva. I blew hot breath on her folds. She squirmed. I ran my tongue along her slit, from the folds of flesh hiding her clitoris to the cleft of her backside. I reached my hands around behind her thighs to lift them slightly, to tilt her body upwards, stretched up along her belly, and grasped a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. As I stroked my tongue along her slit, back and forth, her slit opened up before my eyes. Her labia became swollen, parted. Her inner pinkness became visible, ...