Farmstay With Mother And Two Daughters - Sex Stories

Farmstay With Mother And Two Daughters

... with Simone, while Serena studied and Jean went off to her accounts. Simone and I found an easy rapport in spite of our age difference. We talked about her work and mine. We agreed we should meet for lunch one day when I got on top of my work . Serena interrupted our conversation to ask if I would mind looking at a problem she had with her computer. As I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom I couldn’t help but notice her great looking backside, barely covered by scanty faded denim shorts. She sat on the chair at her desk in front of her computer. I leaned over her shoulder to look at the screen. When I looked down at her to discuss her program problem her free swinging pink tipped breasts in her bloused out top were very visible to my glance. So I knelt on the floor beside her chair. But a few thoughts went through the back of my mind; she knew I had seen her breasts; she wanted me to see them; what were her motives. Fortunately I was able to help Serena solve her problem. Just as I began to get off my knees she planted a warm wet kiss of thanks on my cheek. I showered and went to bed to read briefly before sl**p, wondered if Jean might come by again, thinking that if she did I’d have to take her through a range of activities if and when we did get together; hopefully frequently. I need not have worried. The light tap on the door heralded her arrival. She was fresh from the bathroom, a towel tied across the top of her boobs, just reaching the cleft of her thighs. The ...

... towel fell to the carpet as she climbed onto the bed. Again I listened as she lay beside me and talked. Idly I stroked and played with her body, not enough to distract her too much, just enough to slowly arouse her by the time she’d talked herself out . Eventually Jean became aware of the fire building in her body. She asked me to make love to her. I in turn suggested that tonight she take charge of her own destiny. I positioned myself on my back in the middle of the bed, my head on a pillow. Jean followed my instructions, hands holding the bed head for support, kneeling with legs on either side of my upper body and head, pussy parted over my face. I looked up at her snatch, admired her labia framing her open gash. Just before contact between her pussy and my mouth I told her I wanted her to fuck me. Initially we had no rhythm together, but with practice we gradually got there. Jean found she could place her pussy on my mouth just so to get maximum benefit from my lips, mouth and tongue. Her clit mashed against my lip and nose while I stabbed into her vagina with my stiff tongue. Slowly she climbed to her orgasm, until she rocked out of control on my face. She sat on my chest and rested. I looked at her open pink moist vulva. Beautiful. In response to her request to fuck I gripped her hips and lifted her down my body towards the hard cock that lay along my belly to my navel. I held it upright with one hand. She knelt high over it, slipped the knob inside the entrance to her ...