Seduced Buddy’s Mom For Kitchen Sex

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Seduced Buddy’s Mom For Kitchen SexI felt Mrs. Ellison trembling as I held her against the kitchen island with my body, my erection pressing into her tummy through my jeans as I probed underneath the elastic of her sensible panties. Her breathing came and went in surges. I felt her uncropped pubic hair, curly and thick, the pubes of a woman who was not getting any sexual attention. Her sundress was unbuttoned down the front, falling to the left and right to reveal her cotton bra, disheveled from me groping her. Now, my hand was fully inside her panties, pushing down, down with my fingertips until I felt the warm wet of her sloppy clit. She was so fucking turned on it was hella hot. I eased down until the leafy softness of her labia were sliding between my fingers. She let out a gasp, her hot breath washing across my face as I began to stroke up and down, spreading her wet anticipation over her dripping pussy.Mrs. Ellison is my buddy John’s mother. She’s been a widow for two years. She’s semi attractive, not a MILFy hottie by any means. But, sexy in a vulnerable, mom-next-door kinda way. I came over to see John, not realizing he was out til late and she offered me some juice. We talked a little, and without really meaning to, I seduced her by telling her I thought she looked younger in her yellow sundress (it was true) and that she should find someone she can just enjoy being with so she can feel some happiness again.”Oh, I won’t be in another relationship for a long time,” she said in that I’m-more-experienced-in-life-than-you way that almost seemed like flirting.”I afyon escort don’t mean love or whatever. You know, just some fun. Just…you know,” I felt a little weird saying it out loud since she was my mom’s age.”What are you suggesting? I’m an old woman,” she said laughing nervously.”You don’t have to be attached to enjoy sex, Mrs E. It’s not like that anymore,” I said, blurting it out.She blushed, “Oh my, where would I find someone like that, anyway…?” So, she wasn’t closed to it.”I wouldn’t mind being your…appetizer,” I said, moving in closer to her.”Oh my god, no no. You’re much too young,” she said protesting, but obviously feeling attracted to me.”Why not?” Her butt bumped the island in the middle of the kitchen.”Because, you’re…you’re, I mean…your mother good god…””She’ll never know. I won’t tell…” I pressed up against her, our mouths nearly touching. “…a soul.” And with that I kissed her and put my hand full on her breast. She folded into me, collapsing into the kiss as I reached my other hand around her butt. She was much more responsive than the girls my age. There was a desperation in her body. It was really erotic.That was mere minutes ago. Now, her sundress was falling off her shoulders, her bare skin exposed in the skylight above the kitchen island. I rubbed her pussy rapidly with my fingers, a squishy sound emanating from down there due to her wetness. She clutched at me under the power of the moment. Her mouth was open, her brow tight as her breath halted and jumped.”Oh godd, oh my god…” she whispered as I felt escort afyon her push her pelvis into my hand, one leg coming up slightly to open her crotch towards me. The tight cotton around my hands was soaked with her lube as I rubbed her with a ferocity, watching her expressions changing. She was caught up, like a training rushing downhill. No stopping it now.”I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me, make me uuuuunnnghhhhh…” and with that her arm tightened around my neck and she pumped her hips against my body, cumming like a fucking rock star. She pounded into me, moaning and straining as the waves surged through her middle aged body. I’ve never seen a girl cum so long. I kept wanking her until she was hanging onto me like a life ring in the water, limp and exhausted.Without looking at me, I felt her hands unfastening my jeans. In a few second they were at my knees and she was tugging my compression shorts down. My cock popped out into the air, a stream of pre-cum dripping from my peehole. Before I knew it, she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Her head pumped in and out, her warm mouth taking my full length in. She licked my balls and rubbed the tip of my dick with her hand as I gripped the granite counter top for balance. She looked so hot with my shaft disappearing into her mouth. She looked up at me and for a second I saw the high school version of her in her eyes, just a girl wanting to be fucked like any other.Then she stood and dropped her panties, turned her back and stuck her ass up towards me as she grabbed the tile. “Fuck me from behind,” afyon escort bayan she begged, her hand reaching for my cock and directing me towards her hungry vagina. I slid inside her easily and began to thrust. “Ohh! Oh fuck…” she said. I’d never heard her use language before. It was so sexy. I smashed her against the island, her sundress hanging off her, her bra still clasped. I reached around and fondled her chest as I pounded her. My cock slid in and out of her lubed pussy like buttery heaven. I fiddled with her bra and released it to the floor, freeing her tits to dangle and shake as I fucked her. Leaning forward, I grabbed her breasts as I pulled myself into her to the sound of her moaning.”I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, not wanting to cum inside her, realizing we didn’t stop for a condom.”It’s ok, I had my tubes tied,” she said between groans. She’s the perfect fuck buddy. No pregnancy risk.I pounded away, feeling my orgasm swelling, swelling until it crested and I exploded, shooting white hot cum into her slurping vagina. She grasped at me as she came with me, calling out loudly in the echoing kitchen. I felt jizz dripping down my balls as I filled her like a creme doughnut. It seemed to last forever, our bodies surging and raging together. Then the last few squirts, and I held myself inside her, her hands gripping my hips as she rotated her butt left and right, feeling my stiffness inside her for a last few seconds. Then she turned around, my cock slipping out of her, and pressed in for a hot, toungey kiss. Her breasts pressed against my t-shirt as we made out. I felt her bush brushing my dick as we did.”Didn’t see that coming,” she said.”Anytime you want more, you just let me know,” I answered. Her response was another kiss. I had a feeling there’d be more fun in the future!

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