Diogenes - Sex Stories

Diogenes

... play with it for a few minutes, but as Dio started getting fidgety I knew she was stalling.

I decided to toy with her.

“Seems like Dio is really enjoying that,” I said, “why don’t you give it a kiss, I bet he’d like that even more.”

My mother shot me a dagger-filled glance through red rimmed eyes as I leered at her. I though she might try and defy me, but she leaned down and started kissing Dio’s member. After running kisses up and down the shaft, she took the whole thing in her mouth and began actively blowing him. I didn’t even have to prompt her.

This left her in a rather compromising situation. She was on all fours now, ass raised up in the air as her front rested on her elbows and her head bobbed up and down on Dio’s hard cock. It was quite the view, but I wanted to see more. I reached out and flipped her skirt up over her waist. I could see she was wearing a light green thong. The material was pulled tight over her mound, peeking out from between her thighs, before disappearing into the cleft of her magnificent ass. I was shocked an elated to note that despite her protests and apparent distress, the gusset of her panties was visibly damp. She really was a whore.

There was a popping sound as Dio’s dick fell out of her mouth and she looked at me, “What are you doing?” She asked plaintively.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. You can’t very well take the knot through your dress, can you?” I said.

“I can do that myself!” she huffed.

“Fine.” I said, “Do it. ...

... Now.” Then I leaned back and crossed my arms.

The room was still for a moment, the only movement her right hand as it jerked Dio’s engorged red cock. After a beat I moved as if to lean forward and reach out, which snapped my mother out of her paralysis. Still beating off the dog she reached back with her left hand and hooked it into the thin waistband of her panties and began pulling them down. The thong came up out of her ass, and the gusset stuck to her pussy for a moment before that too peeled away. A strand of liquid hung between the panties and my mother’s pussy as she shimmied her hips, bringing the panties down around her thighs, then her knees, before kicking them so they hung off her right ankle.

She tried to keep herself in profile toward me so I couldn’t see the goods as she maintained eye contact for a moment. I think there was still a part of her that thought she could shame me for this. I simply gestured at Dio. Mom got the message, and leaned back down to continue her oral ministrations.

I rolled my chair to get a better view. I nearly came right then and there. Since her legs were quite spread to provide stability to her hands-and-knees stance, Mom’s pussy was on full display. It was shaved, except for a well-maintained triangular patch of hair right above the top of her slit. The carpet was darker than the drapes, I noted, but still an attractive shade of blonde. Her outer lips were swollen and glistening, parted by her stance. Her clit was poking ...