Even three days after my mother-in-law, Jasmine's impromptu blow job, the mere thought of it raised a tent in my pants. That made it dangerous to think about it when my wife, Felicia, was home, although it had led to some incredible sex. My wife didn't need to know what was stimulating me so much. Every time I looked at, licked, or penetrated Felicia's pussy, I wondered if her mother's was as gorgeous, pink and tight.
Jasmine's husband had left her years ago and, ever since I had moved in, she hadn't dated anyone that I was aware of. For certain, she hadn't brought any men home. I wondered if that was what had encouraged her to give me that unexpected, upside-down suck. Actually, I didn't really care, was just happy it had happened. Too, the memory of fondling her small, firm tits and pert nipples kept my dick hard.
To see her since that moment, you would never know that encounter happened. She remained the individual she had been before. Good thing, I didn't want Felicia to know. I loved her and felt guilt at my tryst with her mother but, I was not beyond giving into my lusts. If she never found out, what was the harm?
I tried to be casual about the encounter but couldn't help but watch Jasmine any time she entered the room. My mind would wander, picturing her naked, wondering just how wonderful that view would be. Also, the sensations she had sent through me from the attention she had given me, kept me stimulated. Then my mind would meander to thoughts of what I wanted to do to her in response to her comment, "Another time," when I had tried to do more to her that day. Those thoughts led to quick trips to the bedroom for a round of relief with her daughter.
Being laid off work, waiting for the call to a new construction site gave me lots of time at home at the moment. With both Jasmine and Felicity working, there hadn't been an opportunity yet to explore that 'another time' comment. But today was going to be different. Felicity's mother was working an early shift, while Jessica headed in for a later one. That would leave a four-hour window after Jasmine returned home before Felicity would be expected. I planned to make good use of that time.
Hearing the outside door to the kitchen rattle, then bang closed, I called out, "That you Mom?" Knowing what I was planning sent a vibration through me. I felt a stirring in my pants.
"Yep," she called out and I heard the sound of bags crinkling. "Stopped for a few groceries on the way home."
"Need a hand?" I got up from the couch, clicking off the TV. I headed toward the kitchen, ready to carry in whatever she had brought home.
"No, I only picked up a few things, but you can help put them away."
When I entered the kitchen, she gave me a look that indicated she was thinking along the same lines as I was. Dark and sultry. I moved in close, rubbed against her, and pressed my mouth to hers. She encircled me with her arms, putting one hand behind my head and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Now I was rock hard.
I pulled her closer, but she pushed me back, sucking in a quick breath. "Got some things that need to go in the freezer. Think you can wait long enough to do that?"
"Can you?" I smiled at her.
"I'll do my best." She turned and began emptying the bags she'd placed on the counter. I admired how the tight fabric of her jeans shaped her ass.
Moving as quick as I could, I took the ice cream and packages of meat to the freezer in the laundry room. She headed to the fridge with milk, eggs, bread and such. By the time I was back in the kitchen, she was tucking the empty bags into the bag bag in the cleaning closet.
I came in behind her, placing my hands on her hips and leaning in to nuzzle her neck. She bent her head back and whispered in my ear, "What time is it Mr. Wolf?"
The puff of her breath sent tingles through me, stiffening me even more.
"Time to eat you." The words rush out.
"That sounds like a happy ending." She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, tipping her chin up, opening her mouth, inviting me in. In my mind my cock was going in, but I settled for my tongue. This was going to be her day but the throb in my crotch had me wondering how I would stand not getting off. 'She did it for you.' And she had, bringing me to ejaculation and not letting me attend to her.
My hands roamed over her body, rubbing her back, squeezing her ass, feeling her sides. All the while I continued to kiss her, entangling my tongue with hers, tasting her, feeling her hot breath jet out of her nostrils. When I brought my hands to her chest, she pushed me back a bit, giving me space to work in. Then I dropped one hand to her crotch, felt the heat there even through her tight jeans.
Her nipple poked my hand. At first I thought she had gone braless, but nope, there it was. Her nipples were just that long and hard. I wondered if she'd masturbated after our last encounter but was too nervous to ask. She ground her pelvis against my other hand and I rubbed her tighter. She growled, low in her throat.
I moved my hand to her ass and she raised that leg, pushing her crotch against mine. I grabbed her other butt cheek and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped both legs around me, pulling me in tight. Her breath puffed into my mouth. She was breathing deep, panting. Her tongue became more frantic, dancing in and out of my mouth.
