Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky! - Sex Stories

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!

... embarrassment is quickly replaced by inner hilarity, and I start laughing. That my oblivious buffoon of a husband might soon be slipping on the blended sperm of two young, satisfied studs, half my age, leaves me with a very persistent case of the giggles as I continue shuffling through to the restroom.

After I rinse my nether regions of the remainder of the sperm pumped deep into me earlier, I fix my makeup and reapply the spent lipstick that has been transferred to the lips and penises of three young wrestlers. I adjust my full breasts in the mirror and give myself a wink. "You do the sexy milf slut thing really well, Mrs. Salinsky!" I whisper. What a pleasant Christmas surprise for me! Would it be greedy for me to seek out a round two? There are so many well-sculpted young men here tonight! When would I get a chance like this again?

As I am serving a third round of appetizers, my son Graham stops me with my tray, and leans down to whisper in my ear. I hesitate, feeling a pang of guilt. Surely one of his teammates would not tell him about the downstairs antics of his horny mother! "The guys are having a great time, Mom. Sorry about not telling you that I was bringing them tonight," He apologizes, and gives me an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then he looks me over and adds, “They can help themselves, mom. You don't have to spend your whole evening serving them." I exhale slowly and turn my glance playfully to the teammate beside Graham, Claude, the one who spurted a ...

... huge load of sperm into my hungry mouth not long before. Claude's hungry eyes are fixed on my tits, and I pleasantly recall the impressive girth of his erect cock.

"No problem at all, Graham," I smile to Graham, and both he and Claude grab a shrimp off my tray and down it. "I love serving your teammates. They are so appreciative, which is more than I can say for some people.” I regret the obvious reference to Graham’s father, so I quickly add, “Besides, it’s nice to have a chance to get to know your teammates better … a bit more intimately.” Claude coughs on his shrimp and covers his mouth.

"Easy, Claude," I tease. "There's plenty more to sample this evening." Claude smiles warily through teary eyes, and I feel the warm tingle between my legs return. This Christmas surprise keeps getting better and better! I am intoxicated by this game, on a lot of levels.

I laid my tray down in the kitchen, just as I hear a crash coming from the parlour. When I get there, they have already helped my apologetic husband to his feet and into a chair, where he is guffawing with his buddies, who are now clapping at his performance. He catches my dagger stare and shouts out, "I know, Emma, I know! I'm switching to light beer now!" His friends roar again, but I just smile politely back at him, allowing my accusatory look to fade into pleasant apathy.

"You are the one who will have to live with yourself tomorrow, Steve. "

"Don't get mad, Emma. I just lost my balance. I'm fine," Steve ...