What Mom Knows Fucks Her in the Air - Sex Stories

What Mom Knows Fucks Her in the Air

... good," Miranda smiled her seductive smile, allowing her dress to fall to the floor, "because tonight I want to get a little dirty." I replied with a joke. "Are we not always a little dirty?" "Enough with the semantics,” she countered, sauntering over to me like a predator hungry for dinner. “Tonight you are going to fuck my ass and I am not taking no for an answer," she added, reaching me in only tan thigh high stockings and a seductive look that made me almost cream my jeans right then and there. I stammered, still unable to believe my good fortune. I was fucking Miranda Collington...the Miranda Collington...my dream girl through so many of my teenage stroke fantasies and half the reason for my obsessive stocking fetish (my hot mother being the other half), "N-n-no is not in my vocabulary." "That's because you are a male-slut," she accused playfully as she squeezed my cock through my jeans. I tried a witty comeback when my mouth was shut by Miranda's luscious lips. Miranda was an enigma. She was beautiful, powerful and confident, yet not a stuck-up bitch like all the high school and college girls who were similarly pretty. She loved to be fucked hard and used like a slut, but she was also the sweetest woman I knew. She was submissive when alone, yet no one in public would have a clue as she oozed a confidence that was super sexy. She called me her boyfriend, but allowed me to fuck my mother and was assisting with the seduction of a friend of hers and Mom's...Ellie ...

... Weatherton. She was perfection in mind, body and spirit, and she was mine. Breaking the kiss, she went to my ear and nibbled, her hot breath sending pulsing sensations directly to my already hard cock. She whispered in a sultry voice, "So are you going to fuck my ass, stud?" I moaned at her nastiness and her hot breath. Taking charge, like she loved me to do, I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her to her stocking-clad knees. I suggested, "You better get me nice and ready." She looked up, her eyes sparking, her smile divinely dazzling, but said nothing as she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Pulling my cock out of from my underwear, never breaking eye contact she grabbed my fully stiff eight inch member. "I think just the idea of pounding the shit out of me has your missile ready to launch." I ignored the nasty pun as her hand on my cock and her nasty mouth indeed had me ready and willing and I was thankful I had already shot two loads today (one in Mom this morning and another in Miranda a couple of hours ago before her newscast). Trying to be suave when I was obviously completely overcome by this perfect woman, I said, "Less talk, more action, my pet." She meowed at me before taking my cock in her mouth. Miranda was also the most amazing cocksucker I had ever experienced and she had a variety of styles, but two were her go-to's. The first I received earlier today which I have named the 'Fire in the hole'' in which she hungrily devours my cock and bobs up and down ...