He's Teen and Thinks Girl's Mom Sexy - Sex Stories

He's Teen and Thinks Girl's Mom Sexy

... cock. Oh, say yes, you want to make me wet.

"Celine, would you like that? I'd have to raise your negligee." Valond sweetly asked.

Celine knew she should say no. Valond was nineteen and she was thirty-eight. He shouldn't be touching her tits and pussylips, and she shouldn't be wanting him to. Turning her head, she cheek-smooched him, and with her voice barely audible, she slowly, naughtily replied, "Yes."

A few startled moments followed hernaughty yes. Naughty moments when Valond spooned her closer into his hips, when he pushed his hips forward and his fully erect, naked organ lay heatedly along her back. And his teen cock talked to her through her crafted thin negligee, telling her he found her sexy, telling her he would like what she couldn't let happen.

She should take heryes back? But oh, it felt wonderful to be spooned. It felt like she should be tight against him, it felt like she should be without her crafted panties with him. Celine knew she was getting carried away with her fantasies, but she didn't take heryes back.

Would she be able to resist his cock? She had to, their age difference said she had to.

Celine knew that Valond wanted mother and daughter. Would he want mother first? What would she tell her daughter? Oh, Valond, I love you, and you're very naughty, but it can't be.

The twilight at Valond's organic-self-sufficiency-paradise had settled into the adobe sleeping-room, her daughter slept in pussy orgasm euphoria, and Valond's hand began ...

... a downward journey over her crafted negligee. Again, Celine held her breath.

Valond's hand slowly and erotically traversed over her hip, down the front of her thighs until his fingers found her crafted negligee hem, and then her crafted negligee was going up. Celine bit her lower lip. Was she really going to let teen Valond raise her crafted negligee? Up and up it went with his naughty, beautiful focus.

He had her crafted negligee at the level of her hips. Was she really lifting her hips so he could keep going? When her crafted negligee moved up past her buttocks and lower back, Valond's naked cock throbbed against the tops of her naked buttocks and her lower back.

Celine's feelings twirled in wonder, she barely knew what was fantasy and what was real. Valond's hand was back on her tummy, but her tummy was naked this time. Yes, it felt right, but was it real or fantasy that it felt right?

Valond's warm breath serenaded over her neck while he spoke. "It's lovely to have your crafted negligee up."

Celine didn't know how to respond. She didn't want to encourage Valond towards a place that couldn't be, but she didn't want to stop what he was doing either. And so she silently enjoyed his sweet caresses to her naked tummy while his cock throbbed at the top of her buttocks.

Then, her unrestrained words softly floated from her mouth. "Your touch is beautiful." Timeless moments passed, and Celine surprised herself with her next unrestrained words. "Please, touch me," ...