Fuck me… said her mother

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by Cristiano Caffieri

Brent Harmon knew that his new girlfriend had slept with a few guys before him and he was able to accept that but when Tami took him to her home in the country for the weekend he was faced with quite an unusual situation. A situation that was a little more difficult to cope with.

Her mother Emily, who was a pretty good looking woman for her age, greeted him with a smile, but then laid down the law to her daughter.

“I don’t know what you two get up to back in the city – but in my house, you’re going to have separate rooms.”

“Oh mom,”

“Don’t Oh mom me, you know the rules and I’m sure that Brent understands my position.”

He nodded his head in agreement because there seemed no alternative. The whole family appeared to be very pleasant and treated him well and so he settled himself in for an enjoyable weekend, even though it promised to be a celibate one. It was not until bedtime that he became aware of what “Oh Mom” really meant.

Brent kissed Tami goodnight outside her bedroom door and proceeded to his designated room to find her mother sitting on his bed in the nude. Of course, he thought he was in the wrong room for a moment but she soon informed him that wasn’t the case. She had two glasses of brandy on the bedside table and she held one out to him.

“I thought we’d have a little nightcap and a chat before retiring,” she said.

He was totally shocked by what was happening but at the same time the forty-year-old Mrs. Duncan had a great figure, and with her hair cascading down to her breasts like a legendary siren he was getting a bit excited.

“Do you think Tami will be Ok with you and me sitting like this,” he asked, taking the glass and placing his bum beside hers.

“Of course, I’ve fucked all her boyfriends at one time or another, and two of her girlfriends – it’s sort of a family ritual.”

“And Mr. Duncan?”

“Eric? He loves it – see that little hole in the wall over there,” she pointed to an area above the dressing table, “That hole is from our bedroom – he loves to watch – don’t you Eric,” she called out, giving him a little wave.

Poor Brent almost choked on his drink as Emily knocked hers back in one gulp. He wasn’t that keen on fucking his girl friend’s mother but in front of her father, that seemed completely obscene. However, when her hand rubbed up his thigh and gently stroked his dick he began to feel that maybe he was being a bit too prudish.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off and I’ll suck your cock for you,” she smiled, starting to help by unbuttoning his shirt. Then she added,

“Hurry up – dear Eric gets impatient leaning against the wall if there’s no action going on.”

Now Brent wasn’t completely convinced that what he was doing was right but he seemed cornered, and his dick was sticking up like a flagpole and so he slipped off his things and in an instant Emily threw him on the bed, opened up his legs like a chicken and went down on him.

Her generous lips, as soft as velvet, slid down his dick and completely took his breath away. She was just about to go up and down on again it when there was a knock on the wall.

“Oh shit,” she said, “I don’t think Eric can see what’s going on, can you move your ass around that way so he can get a clear few.”

Brent’s dick actually started to deflate a bit because he wasn’t really into to playing to a fucking audience. It didn’t deter Emily, she worked it with her hands, her lips and her tongue until it was as hard as a rock, and then she kept working it and stroking his balls until a gush of hot cum shot up his pipe and into her mouth.

He was still lying there breathing heavy when she got up from her knees, walked around the bed and climbing up at the back of him, reversed herself and stuck her cunt right over his face. It was warm and wet and spread out over his mouth and partially over his nose.

Brent knew what was required of him and so he began to lick up, down and sideways, at the same time reaching up to play with her tits. She loved it and started to call out things like, “Oh Brent your so naughty– but keep doing it, it’s lovely.”

She used a baby voice that was a bit creepy but he tried to not waiver in his enthusiasm and kept eating away, sometimes chewing at the lips, sometimes licking up and down the slit. When she came she screamed and started bouncing her ass up and down on his face. It took a few seconds for her to stop trembling then she flung herself onto her back and yelled, quite loudly, “Now fuck me like you fuck our Tami.”

Brent climbed between her legs and stuffed it in, her face broke out into an almost sinister smile and asked him to hold it there for a while. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do as he was dying to cum again. It must have been thirty seconds before she slapped his ass and yelled, “Go for it!”

He just rammed it into her hard and fast. Her tits, that were at least twice as big as Tami’s, jiggled and bounced as he pounded her pussy and he was just dying to cum inside of her of her warm wet crack. When his balls began to ache and he felt his goo traveling up his dick once more it was his turn to yell as he shot his load. It seemed to be streaming out forever and she held on to him tight as he gave her a cunt full.

The next morning when he arrived at the breakfast table Tami gave him a little kiss on the cheek and said, “I hear you did very well last night.” His face went little red and he tried to force a smile but then Eric chimed up, “Very well? He did fucking marvelous – I loved it – keep up the good work my boy.”

At that moment the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life came walking through the door. She had the figure of a supermodel and the face of an angel.

“This is my …” Tami began but was interrupted.

“Just call me Joanne – I’m delighted to meet you,”

The conversation that followed left him in no doubt that it would be Joanne that would be sharing his room that night – he got an enormous hard on just thinking about it.

As he strolled around the garden with Tami later than morning he remarked what a nice person Joanne was.

“Yes – he’s very nice,” she said.

“He?”

“Yes – Joanne – or John to give him his real name, is my mother’s youngest brother – he’s always felt more comfortable dressing as a woman and he really carries it off with that figure- don’t you think so? THE END

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