Second chapter of my first submission (hmmm). Anyway it's purely ridiculous smut, for 'entertainment' purposes only...
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I guess being allowed to fuck Sarah's mother was her way of making up for the fact that she was allowed to fuck any man she wanted.
It was my own fault. When I was beating off for her, Sarah made me tell her my fantasies before she would let me squirt. One of them was thinking of her being free to ride as much cock as she liked.
So when Mrs. Landtree saw my hard-on return and said, "If I can use him however I want . . ." my wife rolled her eyes, cut her off and said:
"Just take him upstairs, Mom."
Mr. Landtree was long gone, years ago, and we never heard about Sarah's mom dating anyone. My performance in the kitchen and living room had the desired effect, I guess. Jerkoff Mama was ready to get back in the saddle.
Sarah was barely ever letting my dick near her sweet tawny pussy any more. She was getting it good lately from a co-worker named Carl, she'd told me. From the few times my cock had been allowed inside her, I could tell he was much bigger than me.
When I was beating off and staring at her cunt she could make me come almost instantly by holding her vulva open and displaying her stretched-out vagina. In fact, when she got bored with my jacking off that's exactly how she finished me off quickly. When she let me come at all.
I loved it. The sight of her lovely, delicate hands pulling on her labia and her pink, yawping fuckhole drove me wild. I wished I could watch her get stuffed, but Sarah said no dice. That's okay. Just part of the jerkboy life.
Mrs. Landtree was shimmying out of her slip in her retrograde chartreuse, pink and deep blue bedroom. I watched idly as I stroked my erection. The older woman was a few inches taller than my wife and it struck me that her body was very similar. Just bigger by say, ten percent.
The woman wasn't ready to let me see her naked, though. She told me to turn off the lights. From the switch across the room I heard her whisper urgently, "Come here, boy."
I made my way in the darkness toward the voice. I felt her hands find my hips, then my buttocks. Then I felt her mouth engulf my cock. My knees nearly buckled beneath me.
Some slurping, then the dirty finger was back. Poking and tickling at my anus again. Mrs. Landtree's BJ skills were definitely out of practice, yet the idea that my mother-in-law was doing it had my head spinning. I reached down, found a hefty pound of boob and discovered a fat nipple that dwarfed my wife's.
