It had been a few days since I received the unexpected shock of seeing my girlfriend Jenny sucking and fucking her boss in our house. I could still see the image of her blonde head bobbing quickly on his big cock as she enthusiastically sucked and sucked, and also the spectacle of his big balls dangling down, repeatedly slapping Jenny's ass as he fucked her doggy style, her mouth a large 'O' of pleasure...it had become too much, and without offering any excuses, I'd gone to stay with Sandra, her mother. When Jenny had called her mother later to ask if I'd been in touch or if she'd heard anything, Sandra had simply said that I was with a male friend, giving no explanation...Jenny could sweat it out as far as I was concerned.
Sandra put the phone down. 'That was her again, the silly little bitch. She can learn the hard way. More tea, darling?' Sandra leant over me as I sat on her couch, unwinding, and softly kissed me on the mouth. As she returned to the kitchen, I admired her figure-her long slim legs perfectly defined by her tight white designer jeans, her small ass [her pink g-string just visible through the fabric], and her incredible top half, those heavy H cup tits just restrained by her beige halterneck, as she tuned slightly to open the fridge, I noticed how the bottom of each breast was just visible under the fabric of the halterneck. She looked over at me and smiled, swept her dark hair up from behind and struck a typical cheesecake pose. 'Like what you see? All yours if you want.' She giggled.
I played with the possibility. Sandra as my girlfriend. I liked it. Maybe I was just greedy-how many other guys had a girlfriend like Jenny, whose tits were almost as big as her mother's? Not many. And how many guys had experienced the sensation of their girlfriend witnessing you as you had your cock buried up to the hilt in their mother's pussy, who was even hotter? And had then fucked them both? Life didn't get any better. I had to mull it over.
'Are you listening?' Sandra snapped me out of my contemplation. 'I said that Jules is on her way over. I told her that you were down and needed a cheering-up session. You'll love her: she looks a bit posh but she's ever so much fun.' Sandra sat next to me and took my hand. 'I'm not trying to manipulate you, but I don't see a future for you two. Jen's all show, no substance. You'll tire of her in no time. Let's see how it works out with you staying here-stay as long as you wish.' I smiled and was leaning forward to kiss her when the doorbell went.
'Oh, sorry darling. Let's not start what we can't finish...at least alone,' she smiled. I stood up and scratched my head, not sure what was the best plan of action, but not really caring. I figured I'd stay up for an hour and then excuse myself. I heard the mutual exchange of greetings at the door, and then Sandra lead Jules in. She was different to the sort of woman I'd expected, perhaps more business-like, or academic, I wasn't sure. She had a pale face, very attractive with beautiful greenish-blue eyes, and her hair was short and brown with some reddish highlights, a longer fringe cut stylishly over one side to eye level. She was quite slim but had curvy hips, encased by a stretchy three-quarter length black skirt, black shoes with fairly modest but high heels- like you'd wear to work. As it turned out, that's where she'd been, the manager of a large store. I would have placed her age at 38 or 40.
Jules gave me a warm smile and shook my hand. 'I'd like you to meet Jules', said Sandra. 'She's not like me at all. I'm the black sheep!' They both laughed and Jules took off her coat. I could immediately see the family resemblance. Jules was wearing a simple black blouse, and was extremely well-endowed, as was apparent by the small amount of flesh she had exposed by having the first two buttons of her blouse undone. She was slightly freckled on the chest, though, unlike the freckles caused by Sandra's regular sessions on the sunbed, Jules' were natural.
'Look at her, isn't she cute?' Sandra teased, and slapped her sister's backside. 'Dinner's ready!' With that, we walked to the dining room and prepared ourselves for a feast.
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