Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars - Sex Stories

Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars

... make all kinds of clay creations, hopefully soon I can turn that into something all its own. My most recent collection was modeled after Aztec artifacts, and I stayed up pretty late working on a special project last night." I say through a smile, talking about both seemed to be the good option.

"Cynthy you didn't tell me he was an artist!" Mable exclaims. "I think that's wonderful Oscar, art is a pure way to express yourself.... Speaking of, I'm expecting a set of original Oscar plates and bowls." Mable says with a wink.

For hours I talked to them about going to school back home, my family heritage, how my dad is half Egyptian and half white, while my mom is part Spanish and part Irish. We talk a while about their past relationships and past experiences.

Yvonne loosened up throughout the night, and I think I even saw her chin lower when she was talking to me. I would buckle whenever she looked me in the eyes though, diverting my gaze towards Mable or Cynthia. Even a moment of eye contact with this aphrodite would make me wheezy. As Yvonne is telling her life story, she sips more wine and I find myself staring at her. She is so beautiful. I daydream about her breasts. I know I shouldn't, but they are captivating and really really big.

Cynthia insists that I sit and talk with the other girls while she does the dishes. Mable tells us about a book she's reading on the history of taboos and the origin of fetishes. I feel embarrassed talking about sex in front of these ...

... ladies, and I think they could tell, doing it at my own expense. Yvonne talks about wanting a man who will pursue her, Cynthia talks about how I was able to help her put her new Amazon delivery to good use. The women laugh about it and I chuckle nervously.

"Do you have a special lady in your life Oscar?" Cynthia chimes from the sink.

"No ma'am. I mean Mommy, I mean Cynthia!!" I blurt as I reel from the embarrassment of what I just said. Maybe I shouldn't be sipping some of the wine.

The girls laugh up a storm after that, their eyes are bleary and they double over trying to breathe. Cynthia sits on my lap, throwing one leg in the air. "You're going to have to earn the right to call me Mommy!!!" She howls through tears, sending the girls into another fit of laughter. I'm relieved that they are so busy laughing because Cynthia mounting me like that so suddenly excited a certain part of me that definitely poked her somewhere between her pillowy cheeks. I breathed a sigh of relief as she stood up to return to her dishes.

"It's because she said she wasn't my mommy and I got all tongue tied!!" I protest in vain as the girls refuse to let me defend myself, insisting that Cynthia was my mommy now, and they would all take turns in the role as long as I lived with them.

The night continued like that, fun had by everyone as dinner concluded and we played some board games. Yvonne and I teamed up against Cynthia and Mable all throughout the night and into the haunting hours ...