At Mothers Window Again - Sex Stories

At Mothers Window Again

... posed, happily displaying her treasure for all to see. Around the opening, the hair was already drenched and lay flat. The lips stood out prominently and glistened with her lubricant. The vulva appeared slack and retreating, letting the inner lips pout like a blossom ready to burst. Her fingers brushed along the petals urging them to part. She found her clit floating in a sea of juice and moved it back and forth with her fingertip. Her hips pulsed to the rhythm of her finger. I could have sworn that she was looking right at Tom and his friends as she gazed out the window. She even smiled as she repeatedly touched the tip of her finger to her tongue, sensuously transferring the moisture to her clit. From where they watched every fold of moist pink flesh was visible to them. A noise from the street stopped her momentarily while she listened. It was my father coming home. Quickly she stripped off the stockings and garter belt and pushed them under the bed with the dress. She lay back on the pillows and focused on her book. As an afterthought, she got up and lowered the blind two thirds before returning to the bed. He seemed quite pleased to find her naked. She was affectionate and cooperative when he touched her. They made love on top of the covers and we watched and listened to her writhe on his cock and pant like she couldn¹t get her breath. She came twice in rapid succession, throwing her cunt against him and begging him to fuck her¹. When he laid his head on the pillow she ...

... straddled him facing his feet and looking toward the window. Knees splayed wide, she nestled her pussy onto his waiting mouth. She had a feline quality about her as she contentedly rocked her genitals against his dancing tongue. There was a look of ecstasy on her face and she smiled and winked knowingly at the window. We couldn¹t hear what he said but she smiled again and lowered her head to attend his neglected prick. It was like a gourmet feast the way she bathed it with her tongue, nibbling hungrily at the head and slurping noisily along the stalk. His balls looked like kiwi fruit in the palm of her graceful hand. She licked them unhurriedly, wantonly grinding her pelvis in a prelude to yet another orgasm. Her tongue criss crossed the plum shaped head of his cock making it twitch in anticipation. With ovalled lips she captured it, hollowing her cheeks and drawing hard, stroking the shaft with tantalizing fingers. Each time her head dipped, she took more of him into her mouth until her lips brushed his pubic hair on every downward plunge. I was amazed at how much cock should could actually take in her mouth. His hands had left her thighs and now framed the sides of her face. With powerful strokes he arched up to meet the descending slide of her ravenous mouth. Every muscle in his body tensed. A deep groan announced his climax. Her indented cheeks puffed outwards and she dutifully swallowed his come. He was exhausted, but she wasn¹t ready to quit. She held his tortured cock ...