The Nest - Sex Stories

The Nest

... to dwindle." She explained. "That's sad. I can't imagine being that way." He said. "Well, that's because your in your prime, sweetie. Boys your age wanna get laid, it's all they think about. Their erections are strong and sturdy..." She said, squeezing her legs around his brick-hard meat. "Their ability to bounce back after ejaculating is incredible. I guess they have what women my age crave." Lacey said. "That explains a lot though cuz I hear you and dad going at it sometimes and it doesn't seem to last very long." He said. "I know...sad huh." She said. "But you stay with him anyway?" Devon asked. "Of course, I love your father. Other than his dwindling desire he's a wonderful husband. A great provided for you and your s****r. He bought us this big beautiful home. didn't he?" She asked. "Yeah, but you deserve pleasure mom...you know, in bed and stuff. Do you ever think about staying with dad, but getting it somewhere else?" Devon asked. "Of course, us housewives always think about those thing. I guess I'd just have to find someone who I could trust. Someone who could really make it worth the risk." She said. Devon's cock flexed, his pipe squeezing up between the soft slick folds of her outer labia. "Ohhh, do I feel an erection down there volunteering for the job?" She giggled. "I wouldn't mind." He said. "Well, you're certainly on your way to becoming quite the pussy-pleaser. Guess we'll have to see how much you can keep impressing me until your father and s****r arrive." ...

... She smiled, staring intently into his eyes. "I could impress you right now." Devon said confidently, his fingers sinking into the cheeks of her ass. "You can be a hot-shot tomorrow. Tonight's all about learning. I'm not cutting any corners with you, sweetie. You need to know the difference between fucking and making love." She said. "What is the difference?" He asked. "Well, one, fucking, is like running a race, hard and intense. But the other, making love, is like a slow intricate dance. If done right, it can go on for hours." She said. "Wow." Devon muttered, his heart pounding with excitement. "We ran some good races tonight, but now I wanna teach you how to dance." Lacey said, her eyes wild and dreamy. "Okay." Devon smiled. Lacey gave a sensual peck on the lips. "I'm gonna light a candle. I want you to sit on the center of the bed Indian-style." She said. "Indian-style? Um, okay." Devon said, then hopped on the bed as Lacey turned out the lights and lit a candle. The room was filled with a warm romantic ambiance. Devon sat Indian-style on the center of the air mattress and watched as Lacey crawled towards him. She sat on his lap facing him and wrapped her strong nylon-encased legs around his waist. She rose her ass from his lap a little, just enough to let Devon's cock line up with her hot hovering hole. Then in one slow plunge she took she took every inch of him. Devon sighed as he felt the warm spongy pink swallow his dong. Lacey's fleshy labia settled snuggly against his ...