“Well, I, uh…”
“Were you thinking of me, Mark? It’s okay if you were.”
“Well, uh, yeah, I guess.”
She grabbed her breast. “Were you thinking about my boobs, Mark?”
“I, uh…”
“Would you like to see them?”
My heart stopped. “What?”
“Would you like to see them? Would you like to see my boobs, Mark?”
It’s a trick question! What’s the right answer? Think! Think! All I could muster was, “I, uh…” Before I knew it, her top was on the counter and her headlights were staring me in the face. “Wow,” I said with a slack jaw.
“Do you want to touch them?” I couldn’t speak. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her. She sighed when my hand landed on her skin. It was the first time a man had touched her since Steve’s dad left. Just the touch made her body heat rise. I instinctively began to squeeze and massage her breast. “Have you ever touched a women’s boobs, Mark?”
“Well, yeah, sure.”
“I’ll bet you’ve been with a lot of girls, haven’t you?”
“Me? Oh no. Just a couple.”
“Really? So, do you like my boobs?”
“Oh yeah!” I said that a little to quickly. She smiled. “I mean, they’re really heavy, but really soft, too.”
“Now, let’s talk about you,” she cooed. I gasped and jumped when her hand wrapped around my wood. “Yours is heavy, too. But definitely not soft,” she said as she began to stroke it.
“Oh! Yeah, well, uh, yeah, no.” Fuck! Don’t cum! Don’t cum!
“So, did thinking about me do this? Did thinking about me make you all hard? Hmmm?”
“Well, uh, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Um, okay, yeah.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Huh?”
“When you were thinking about me, what were you thinking about?”
“Oh! Well, uh, you know…”
“You had my bra. Were you thinking about my boobs?”
“Well, uh, yeah, I guess, a little.”
She giggled. “A little?” She paused. “So, what were you thinking about when you were thinking about my boobs?”
Fuck! Don’t die! Don’t die! “Well, I, uh, you know…”
She began to drop to her knees. “Were you thinking about putting your cock between my tits? Huh? Were you thinking about fucking my tits with your big cock, Mark?” Before I could answer, she had me in her cleavage. I watched in disbelief as she wrapped her mounds around me, dropped a stream of saliva over my tip, and begin to slowly bounce. “Mmmmmm, does that feel nice? Do you like that, Mark?”
“Oh my God, it feels amazing,” I moaned.
“Did you fuck your girlfriends tits like this?”
Without thinking I shook my head and answered, “Oh now. Their tits weren’t big enough.”
She giggled. “Well, you definitely need to big boobs to wrap around this monster.” She looked down and watched the head pop in and out. “You really do have a beautiful cock, Mark.”
“Um, thanks?”
“It’s so big I’ll bet I can get it in my mouth while we do this.”
I gasped the first time her lips wrapped around the tip. A thought occurred to me. Dude! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw me reach into the pocket of my shorts.
She looked up at me and looked directly into my phone. “Are you taking pictures?”
“Well, actually, I’m…I’m recording it.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She’d never been recorded during sex before. Her first thought was it made it hotter. But it also struck a note of panic. “Why? Why do you want to record it?” she said in a mildly annoyed tone.
“Well, you know…”
She paused and smiled. “Ohhhhh. So you can, you know, use it in the future?”
“Huh?” It hit me what she was referring to. “Oh! Well, uh, yeah.” And show it to the guys! they won’t believe it!
“Well, okay. But you have to promise me you won’t show it to anybody.”
“Oh! Right, right, of course.” Yeah, right!
Well, if he’s going to record it, might as well put on a show. She looked into the camera. “Do you like this, Mark? Do you like fucking my tits with your big, fat cock? Huh?”
I nearly came at the words. “Yes,” I moaned.
“Mmmmm, that’s good. Your cock feels so good between my tits. I want you to fuck my tits like you’d fuck my pussy. Okay, Mark? Can you do that, huh? Can you show me how you’d fuck my pussy?”
“Yes.” I began to ungracefully jerk my hips.
“Oooooo, yeah. I can’t wait for you to fuck my pussy just like that.” Then she went back to squeezing and sucking.
“Holy fuck,” I sighed.
I had already worked myself up into a pretty good lather before she walked in. It wasn’t long before she felt me throb every time I entered her mouth.
Oh no! He’s going to cum before we have a chance to fuck! Dammit! Oh well.
She looked up at me. She saw the strain on my face. “Are you about to cum, Mark? Hmmmm?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I croaked.
“That’s okay. Do you want to cum on my tits? Huh? Do you want to cum on my big, fat titties, Mark?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, baby, give it to me. I want to see it. I want to see you cum all over my, fat titties. Come on, baby, give it to me,” she whirred.
“Oh fuck, Mrs. B! You’re…you’re gonna make me cum! Grrrrr! Okay! Okay! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck!”
The first rope shot out of her cleavage, up her neck, and splashed across her chin. Two more strands rose up and rainbowed over her sizeable bumps, coming to rest on top of each one, giving them a milky glaze of white. I shuddered when she took me into her mouth and sucked me dry.
She finally released me with a “pop” and a devilish smile. “Well, that was fun.” She looked downwards. “My my, you made quite a mess.”
“Um, yeah, sorry about that.”
“Are you kidding? It’s fine.” She dropped her head, lifted a globe, and ran her tongue across the top.
The guys won’t believe this! I thought as I continued to record.
While still on her knees, my stiff trunk twitched in front of her. “You’re still hard?!” she asked in amazement.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, yeah.”
She flicked at it. “Do you always stay hard like that after you, you know, finish?”
I shrugged again. “Sometimes.”
“Hmmmm. If I sucked on it, do you think you could go again?”
“Go again?”
She got a glint in her eye. “Mark, my pussy is dripping. I want you to fuck me with your big, beautiful cock. If I sucked you, do you think you could do that?”
“Oh! Um, yeah, I think so.” Hell, it makes me hard just thinking about it!
I’d forgotten how quickly young men recover. God, I miss that! “Let’s give it a go, shall we?”
“Um, sure. Gah!” She had me in her face almost before I could finish the thought.
Her head bobbed on my pole for several moments until I was rock hard. She finally pulled off and smiled up at me.
“I think that’s as hard as I’m going to get you.”
“I think I could pound nails with it!”
She giggled as she rose from her knees. “The only thing I want you pounding right now is my pussy.” She grabbed the edge of the counter and bent at the waist. “Come on, Sweetie, put the phone down and give it to me,” she said over her shoulder.
“Yes, ma’am!”
I don’t know if I’d ever seen anything as incredible as her heart-shaped ass sticking out towards me our her swollen, pink lips. I stepped between her legs and held my pole steady. She sighed when I first touched her folds. She moaned when my thick tip pierced her flesh and moaned the entire time I slid forward.
“Ohmagawd,” she groaned. “You feel incredible.”
“You’re so tight!”
“That’s because that fat fucking cock of yours is so damn big!”
“I-I-I’m sorry. Do you want me to pull it out?”
“Oh God no! Don’t you dare! I want you to fuck me good and hard with that thick fucking cock of yours!”
I grabbed her hips and began to slowly rock back and forth. “I…I’ve never heard you, you know, talk this way, Mrs. B,” I said nervously.
“That’s because you’ve never seen me naked and horny. Why? Does it bother you?”
“Oh! Oh no! I…I just…it’s just a little weird, that’s all.”
“And your cock being buried inside of me isn’t?”
“Well…”
“Now fuck my tight little pussy good and hard, Mark. Come on, baby, make me scream.”
“Um, okay.”
I pulled back and threw myself forward. Her head snapped back.
“Ohmagawd!” she barked. “Oh-ho-ho, yes, baby, that’s it. Just like that.” I did it again. “Fuck! Mmmmhmmmhmmm, yes! Do it!”
The room quickly filled with the sound of skin slapping skin. I dug my fingers into her skin and fucked her as hard as I could, which prompted her to beg for more. I watched her face in the mirror while she groaned and growled. It appeared to be a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her body pushed back into my thrusts.
It wasn’t long before her body began to tense. Her knees began to wobble. Her body shivered. Her breathing pattern changed. Not having a lot of experience with women, and none with older women, I had to ask, “Are you…are you okay, Mrs. B?” as sweat rolled off my face.
“Yes! Yes! Ohmagawd, yes! Oh fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Ohmagawd, don’t stop!” Her muscles were spasming around mine. “Oh God! Cumming! Cumming!” At the last second, she clenched her jaw and tried to muffle her scream so that her son downstairs wouldn’t hear it.
I continued to hammer away at her slit. I could see in the mirror her eyes were closed. She was lost in a world of pure pleasure. Her muscles began to quiver again.
“Oh my God,” she moaned quietly as she began to push back into my thrusts. “Ohmagawd, yes.” She bowed her head and her body tightened. “Oh my God, yes. Mmmmmhmmm, yes. Yes. Yes. Ohmagawd, yes!” Once again, she spit and sputtered fighting back a scream.
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