A Wedding - Sex Stories

A Wedding

... seven times a day, that’s a lot of ladies, are there enough.?” “She told you then?” “Of course, and I am very pleased, I never thought I would be pleased to see my daughter with the lawn man but.” She stopped mid sentence she saw he was staring at her. “What is it Mr Youngher” “Your eyes, and nose, so like Kris, sorry, go on.” He replied nervously. “I am not certified barren yet Mr Youngher, three children Royston gave me, but the exercise was to much, he was a stud much like you, but the acidity, it burned him, his poor skin, the scars still trouble him, so he had to stop, do you understand Mr Youngher.” Jamie understood only too well, the atmospheric acidity which burned and tormented those who strove for the peak of physical and sexual prowess, yet which his father’s simple remedies could have averted. “Mrs Duroe” he started to say but she butted in. “Katherine, Kate anything but mother or Mrs Duroe it makes me feel so old come Krista will need travelling clothes, follow me.” He looked at Katherine and imagined Krista would one day look much the same, not an unpleasant thought, she would still excite him. He realised to his horror that he was starting to stiffen. Katherine looked Jamie straight in the eye, “she could wear this dress perhaps,” She slid the straps of her own dress from her shoulders and stepped out of it, “oh and she can borrow my underwear” she fumbled her bra catch and dropped the pink D cup bra to the floor before sliding her panties to the floor. Jamie ...

... raised them to his nose, “You even smell like Krista” his lips grazed her lips, “taste like Krista.” His hands wandered to he breasts and a finger slipped within her vagina. “Feel like Krista,” she tugged his trousers and shorts to his ankles and guided him gently within her, “And fuck like a dream.” Katherine almost regretted her impetuosity as he drove into places no penis had visited for many years, stretching her wider and deeper than she imagined possible sending her to places in her mind she never guessed existed places that even at his peak Royston had never come close to taking her to. She knew she was pregnant the instant the jet of fiery hot cum began to erupt from Jamie’s loins, her fourth child at thirty six, a record, his thrusting lessened and then stopped. “Thank you,” she said quietly as he slid from her as he shrank. Jamie smiled, “That was real nice, thank you, but I guess we had better find Krista’s things.” Katherine should have dressed, or at least hidden her private parts but she craved his attention, she needed to be sure and so she paraded naked before him, playing with Krista’s things until she saw the bulge once again, she bent over the end of Krista’s bed, her rump in the air and said “I know you want to, I want you to too so please just get on and make love to me.” He imagined it was Krista he was fucking, he even said “I love you Kris” as he fondled her mothers ample breasts and kissed her neck but she was past caring, lost in a sexual frenzy of ...