Mommy Sits on my Lap part 3 - Sex Stories

Mommy Sits on my Lap part 3

... myself harder against her and grabbed her wrists. I lowered my face to hers and she turned away from me. I squeezed her wrists and her head sprang back. I lowered my face to hers and crushed my lips against hers. Her legs writhed in the air and she tried to buck me off her, her fists hammering my back. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she gave a muffled groan. I realised that if she actually wanted to, she could really hurt me. She could rake me with her nails as I was only wearing shorts, she could bite my tongue, and she could knee me in the balls. She was putting up a sham struggle and we both knew it. I reached down and freed my cock; it sprang out of my shorts and rubbed on Shelley's sleek, hosed thighs; I could feel my pre-seminal fluid soaking into the sheer nylon. "Oh you bastard!" she whined, wriggling under me, but I could tell she was faking it. I lowered my face again and this time as my tongue slid into her mouth she met it with her own and reciprocated the kiss. Her legs were now wrapped around my torso; rubbing on my sensitive skin, spurning me on. The hem of her dress was up around her hips; the sheer bodice slid against my chest; this was the most intense feeling I had ever felt. Her hot, wine-laden breath panted into my mouth, her perfume pervaded my nostrils. I growled; the sound resonating from the back of my throat. Shelley rose to meet my thrusts. "I knew you wanted to fuck me, you naughty boy," she giggled and pulled and tugged at my shorts until ...

... they were free of my body. I was kneeling naked on lounge and I looked down at my fully clothed s****r; her dress was hiked up and her legs spread invitingly, her red satin panties clung to her mound. Her makeup was smeared; her eyes black and smoky where her mascara and eyeliner had run; she looked like a whore. She looked hot! I lowered myself onto her again. The wine she had d***k was obviously effecting her; but I didn't care. I wanted her. My cock was rampant, rubbing on her pantyhosed thighs, which although delightful, would soon bring me to orgasm and I didn't want that yet. I moved my cock so it rested in the V of her crotch; it now rubbed on the front panel of her slippery satin panties. Shelly put a hand down there and adjusted me so that my cock slid inside her panties and rested in the folds of her labia; only the diaphanous material of her pantyhose gusset prevented it from entering her. She groaned and writhed under me and I felt her cunt lubricating; her sweet juices lubricated the head of my cock as her pantyhose gusset became saturated; the musky smell of cunt wafted from her. Her tongue was wriggling and thrusting in my mouth and she kept squirming to keep my cock in the folds of her pussy lips. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ Mike!" she sounded exasperated. "Put the fucking thing in me!" She once again reached between our bodies and this time she raked at the gusset of her hose with a fingernail. I heard the gossamer material tear and then my s****r's hand wrapped ...