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I’d been waiting for this day for ages, I can’t explain why, after all I had my own room.
At 19 I needed space, needed to be free of adults telling me what to do, why, when where, how.
Anyway the day arrives and I drive my parents to the airport, wanting to make sure they didn’t back out.
Two weeks of bliss coming up I thought on the drive home. My loins were already stirring.
By the time I arrived at the house it was 4pm. Key in door, my heart racing. Stripping of my shirt, shorts, socks, trainers, throwing them into the hall way. Then on 2nd thoughts throw them in the washing machine.
All the curtains were closed, I’d made sure of that, although Dad had questioned it. Dancing into the utility room, I felt the freedom of being naked in a house alone, already hard at the thought of how daring I was.
I started making something to eat, naked “Yeah.” Until I realised heat and naked skin don’t go together, especially on todgers, so slipped a gown on.
Settling down, gobbling tea down, doing a porn search on the net.
Finally deciding on a mature woman with a younger guy.
Let me explain, something about a mature woman was hot, experience, nice curves, domineering, and sexy.
Shedding the gown, I tossed it towards the door, rubbing my cock. Watching this beauty, suckling him, her arse in Sahabet the air.
Then it occurred to me, dads whisky.
Pouring a big glass, no mixer, thats for wimps.
I teased to the edge, time after time. Laying back on the couch, legs wide, wondering if i could shoot it on my face.
By now I was pretty drunk, deciding I better pound this one out.
I’m well into the throws of preparing to shoot. This guy is dogging her hard. I want to wait until he’s shot his load before I do, imagining I’m him.
His hips rotates, drilling her as she groans and moans, shoving back on his younger meat. Then a close up of her swollen, pulsing labia as his cock goes in and out.
By now I’m pounding the meat, trying to stay focused, feeling the cum rise in my balls, up the shaft to a point of no return. Hearing his groans, my cock twitches, releasing its load. The helmet swollen with blood, sensitive as hell. I groan with him.
“Ooooo yeah, fuck yeah, oh god yeah.” As my seed covers my tummy.
Suddenly the living light turns on, I panic, trying to close the laptop lid, but I can’t, Dads whiskey has ruined my co-ordination.
My thoughts, fuck they’re back, Oh god I’m in trouble. Then a voice, sounds out, and a body moves towards me.
“Well, well well, didn’t take you long, whats going on here?”
Well Sahabet Giriş it’s not mum, thank goodness. I try to focus, crikes its Helen from two doors down. I try to explain, but the words won’t come out.
Now she’s 5’2 if that, I’m 5’11, but she looks huge and looming and I feel tiny.
“Well, explain.”
I’m still stuttering, cum over my belly and a porno on the screen, my naked cock subsiding fast.
Eventually I manage to attempt to apologise. A feeble attempt.
It seems mum left her a key to check on the house, with the lights off she thought nobody was in, so it would be safe to check up.
I sense a smirk on her lips when I ask how long she’s been there.
“Long enough.”
Now she’s early 40’s, similar to the lady on the film, short brunette, similar also.
She’s been there some time, watching my porno preference, her clothes are covering her sexual excitement. Making me suffer is adding to it. She’s pondering whether to strip off and ride me right now, or leave it for now.
Sobering a little, i try to explain about being naked, watching porn, trying to make it sound good, healthy, normal.
With a hiss and a huff, Helen tries to dismiss it, but her body is on fire.
Leaving she promises not to intrude, but secretly she enjoyed watching. Returning to her home, Sahabet Yeni Giriş mind racing, masturbating in bed as she recalls watching.
Next morning I’m awake early, showered, tidying up incase Helen pops again. Making sure im dressed in casual clothes.
At 6.30am the door bell rings, its Helen. It’s raining outside, she’s in a long raincoat holding an umbrella.
Fuck its her again, another bollocking I guess.
I invite her in offering a coffee and an apology, without looking at me she props the umbrella in the corner. Then staring directly at me, pulls off her raincoat and hands it to me.
My eyes bulge, and my todger, she’s wearing a half cup bra, her ample bosom lifted up and pointing straight at me, white suspenders and stockings, and a slick shaved pussy.
I want to turn away but i can’t, my mouth utters the first thing my brain can muster.
“Wow, Mrs G.”
She’s more confident, determined to be fucked after watching him masturbate.
Walking towards me.
“You’re overdressed.”
I pull my shirt off and shorts with boxers, todger bouncing and throbbing for her.
Bending over in front of me, her hands against the door, pink lips engorged. I don’t need any more encouragement. Sliding into her shaved, mature pussy.
Rutting hard, feeling her lips squeeze me in. Then the ultimate demands.
“Fuck me hard, cummmmm.”
I’m fucking hard, hands on her hips, pulling her back. Hearing her moans, wanting a younger cock, wanting cum hard, deep.
Oh god I fill her mature womb, fucking like a rampant dog.
just fun
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