Domestic Delights with Mom
After a quick but vigorous shower, I calmed down and waited for Mom. When she got home, I helped her with the bags and offered her a tender kiss. We busied ourselves getting ready for dinner and I enjoyed the domestic nature of it all in a new way. Working around the kitchen with Mom had a nice feeling to it, especially because she let me kiss her when I wanted and she touched me often as she set the table.
We had a lovely dinner and I couldn't keep my eyes off of Mom. She wore business suits to work and always looked so sexy in a classic way. Tonight she was wearing a red jacket with a white blouse that accentuated her breasts. The firm, round shape of her tits was apparent and her tan only added to the effect. The skirt came down to just above her knees and fit her curves nicely. The beautiful shape of her body was obvious. She also wore matching red heels and red lipstick that made her full lips mouth-watering.
As I gazed at her across the table, her deep eyes sparkled in the light.
"Mom, I'll clear the table. Why don't you go change?"
"What would you like me to put on?" she teased as she turned to go upstairs.
Mom returned as I was finishing up in the kitchen. I did a double take when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a silky short night gown. It was cut low, allowing a good view of the swells of her tits. It was red, with the hem cut just below her ass, leaving all of her thighs exposed. It was obvious she wasn't wearing panties but the final touch was that she had kept her red high heels on.
Mom turned to the side in a sexy pose and asked, "You like it baby?"
"Gawd Mom, you look gorgeous," I said.
She smiled and reached out for my hand. There she stood in front of me as I gazed slowly from her face down to her toes. She was more beautiful than I could imagine. The new dimension of our relationship colored my perception of her. I was in awe of her toned and tan body--her tits hung deliciously, her nipples were hard, her stomach was flat, her thighs were nice and firm.
She bent down toward me and put her lips to mine. Softly, slowly, she kissed me. She reached down with her right hand and placed it on my hard cock. She then pulled away and sat on the kitchen table. "Well Paul, do you like what you see?"
I was speechless.
"I see you're helpful around the kitchen. As the man of the house, are you just going to stand there? Why don't you come take care of your other chores?"
She reached for my hand and pulled me to her, once again kissing me. With my body against hers, I let my hands drift down her back to feel her ass as we kissed. She pushed her tongue deep inside of my mouth, exploring with her tongue as I sucked on it. As we kissed, she rubbed her pussy on my crotch and I pushed back against her. We finally broke away from each other and Mom began to undo my pants.
With my cock unleashed, Mom took it in her hand and rubbed my cockhead against her pussy lips as she leaned back on the table. I let her take her time and enjoyed the jolts of pleasure shooting through my cock. We continued to kiss and tongue.
It felt like my cock had never been so hard. Breathing hard, Mom shifted her position and extended her legs. I moved between them and pressed my cock into her waiting hole. In two quick thrusts, I was in her all the way and she locked her legs around me and leaned back.
With my cock buried in Mom's hot pussy, the table squeaked rhythmically as we coupled. I felt contentment as I worked my hips back and forth, lost in the sensations of my union with Mom. I felt wonderful being so deep inside Mom and I began to pump her harder so that her asscheeks slid against the table. The eroticism of the evening was too much and I couldn't hold back. I pumped every inch of myself inside of her and let my orgasm erupt into her womb. She shrieked and twisted her hips as my cock flexed and twitched inside of her. Reaching down she began to rub her slick clit, cumming as I continued to cum in her. Grinding together we gave ourselves to the intensity of our lovemaking. Finally, I collapsed on Mom's chest as she lay on the table.
Quietly she said, "I don't think I'll ever get used to that, how it feels when you cum inside of me."
"I hope you don't get tired of me."
"Don't worry about that. I don't think that could ever happen." She rolled over and got to her feet wincing a little. "I'm a little sore. I need to get used to your big cock Paul."
That night we made love again, but there was no penetration. I feel asleep with the woman of my dreams in my arms, feeling something new and alive.
********** Lisa's Lustful Longing Leads to Her Daughter
The next day when I got to Lynne's to tell her about Mom and me, Lisa, the gorgeous blonde who I'd fucked earlier, was waiting for me with her skirt hiked up and her panties tucked away in her purse. Lisa was gorgeous and she fucked like she was possessed. It was so much different than it was with Mom. She knew that I liked it and I knew that she lusted for my cock.
For some reason Lynne wasn't home and I began to wonder what was going on. "Sweetie, are you OK?" Lisa asked. She was staring at me. I took a quick step back, thinking about how to get out of the situation that seemed to be unfolding.
"So, I found out that you go to school with my daughter. Isn't that interesting?" Lisa interrupted my thoughts.
"What's your daughter's name?" I asked trying to keep away from Lisa.
"Katie Jackson." She said with a smile.
I was shocked, Lisa's daughter was Katie Jackson. I wasn't surprised given the equal beauty they shared.
"Yes, Katie's my girl, can't you see the resemblance? All the boys think she's hot. What do you think? I think you like the older version." Lisa said as she approached me. She seemed to get turned on by the fact that I went to school with her daughter. She pushed me back onto the sofa.
