Fucking my son in law’s (4)
A couple of afternoons later, I went downstairs to find them making out on the couch. They were petting heavily. My jealousy was aroused as I watched her rub his cock through his shorts.
Stevie noticed me standing there and gently pushed Janet away. She turned her head to see me as I made my entrance into the living room.
“Sorry, Mom,” she apologized. “I was just trying to butter Stevie up to go with us to the movies. He's acting like a macho man,” she giggled.
“No, way!” he said. “I love you, but please, I absolutely do not want to join you and your girlfriends to go see some chic flick. How about a horror movie instead?”
“No way Babe. Chic flick it is.”
“Then how about I just stay here and get some work done on my laptop? I'm still a little behind.” he negotiated.
“Ah, go with them, Stevie,” I joined in. “There's nothing wrong with a guy catching a good chic flick now and then.”
“What's wrong, Ms. Trotter,” he quickly replied. “I thought you and I were getting along great. Do you not want me around for some reason?” Janet turned to look at me. Stevie had truly caught me off guard and that was extremely difficult to do.
“Of course not, Sweetie,” I nervously laughed. I went into the kitchen as they made out for a few more minutes before she left. As soon as she pulled out of the driveway, I went into the living room to lay down the law.
“OK, Dear, you go your way and I'll go mine.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked, pulling his rock hard cock out of his shorts. I was hypnotized by the pulsating piece of man meat that he was now pointing in my direction. He started stroking and waving it at me. “Come on, Ms. Trotter. Don't be that way. Come get some of this.” He was caressing it so slowly and seductively that he reeled me right in.
I took off my shirt and bra and threw them on the floor. I sat on his lap and ground my crotch against his pecker. He smashed his face into my large bosom and let his tongue loose on my tits.
He pushed my breasts together and licked my taut nipples that were seemingly begging for his attention. He nibbled at them gently tugging with his teeth. He swirled his tongue around one nipple and then darted to the other.
He sucked my big titties just as passionately as I had sucked his big cock days before. He shimmied my skirt down to reach into my panties where he delicately stroked my clit as I held his head in place in between my two big boobs.
He kept skipping in between the both of them, lathering them up as his sweet saliva began to drip down his chin.
“Let's get these off,” he directed. I stood up so that he could pull my skirt and panties off. He didn't even give me a chance to sit back down on his lap before he caught my clit with his mouth.
He sucked on it as seductively as he had sucked on my happy titties. He stuck his fingers in my gash and worked them in and out.
He grabbed me by my ass and pulled my pussy closer to him to plant his face all the way in it. With a combination of licking and sucking on my clit, he had me hotter and hornier than I could have possibly imagined. He knew how to make a woman weak in her knees.
I was all but holding onto his built arms as he held me up to his face to eat the hell out of my pussy.
He sank his tongue deep into my hole, brushing it up against my wet walls as if his tongue were mining for gold. He squeezed my ass as I moaned in ecstasy. I wanted to push his head further in but I was too busy just trying to hold on to his arms as his tantalizing tongue worked its miraculous magic in my now soaking wet slot.
I moaned some more as the weakness in my legs caused me to dip back a little. He grabbed me forcefully and went on with this tongue's crusade of my cunt.
I couldn't help it. I squirted all over him. It ran down his face and arms and seeped onto the couch. It was like a dam bursting, my sexy wetness just running out of control all over the place.
He wasn't going to grant me not even one second to gather myself. He pulled me down to his cock and stuck it right in me.
He had me by the hips now, working me up and down his large, throbbing pole. Once again, I held on for dear life. He thrust his cock up at me furiously and without mercy.
He bounced me up and down on that huge fuck pole as if I only weighed two pounds, swiping his tongue at my nipples as they floundered and flopped in the air in front of him.
He slowed down his pounding just to roll his menacing meat stick all against my battered walls. Not a cranny nor crevice of my tingling twat would he miss.
I pulled myself together. I liked to fuck just as much I liked to get fucked. I switched my hands from his arms to his shoulder and started bouncing up and down on my own. He had screwed the hell out of me during both of our previous rendezvous. It was my turn to take over.
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