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I always considered myself to be lucky to grow up in a vacation wonderland in New Hampshire, and even luckier to be able to know there as an adult. My father established a lucrative real estate agency in Laconia, and we lived in a beautiful base on Lake Winnipesaukee.

My name is Ellen, and when I was five class old and just going into the first grade, an Indian menage bought the place next to us on the lake. The father was a flush businessman, and they moved to the lake after he purchased car dealerships in Laconia and Rochester. I later learned that his parents immigrated to U.S.A. to void the caste system that is still viable in many role of India. I don't understand all of that, but his kinsfolk was a lower caste with darker complexions, and they didn't have many opportunities to succeed there, except maybe as farmers.

I met the Indian daughter named Sara down by the lake shortly after they moved in, and we became ally almost immediately. She was my age and also going into the first of all grade. We were very happy that we were in the like class together. When we started schoolhouse, I learned first-hand just how mean kids can be. The population in our expanse is 97 % white, and many of the topical anaesthetic were biased against any masses of color. Sara was a girl with a flawless, medium-olive skin colour, and I couldn't understand how they could hold that against her.

The minor taunted and teased her about being Amerindian language, and I was usually there to come in to her defense. That of form caused both of us to go outcasts, so our friendly relationship grew stronger and impregnable as we progressed through school and looked to one another for comfort and support.

We spent our summer's together swimming in the lake and day dreaming on the old wooden docking facility in front of my home. And in the winter we participated in all sort of skating and skiing sports together. By the clock time we were sixteen age old and going into our junior year of high schoolhouse, some of the boys were changing their minds about Sara and me.

She was a beautiful daughter at 5'5"tall and 120 Lebanese pound. Her face and skin color reminded me a lot of the actress Halle Berry. Her hair was long, silky and night, and her eyes were a sparkling, light-brown. But the things that really got the boy's care were her firm, D-cup tit and a shapely ass. We were about the like tiptop and free weight, and I also had nice D-cup breasts and a nice, tight ass. But my hair was natural-blonde and I had blue sky eyes. We were together all of the time, and our contrasting hair, skin and eye colors made us quite alluring to the boys.

We usually double-dated and had a lot of fun with the boy. By the get-go of our older class, we were fucking several of the boys. We were often able-bodied to fuck them in one of our parent's homes when they were out for the evening, and I always enjoyed watching Sara have sex. We were both in good shape and curvy in the right places, and her body was so gorgeous to me. Both of us had neatly-trimmed pubic pilus, and I enjoyed looking at her dark pilus, since mine was blonde and the hide on and around her vulva was almost black.

One night Sara was sleeping over at my house after our dates, and we had both been fucked at my boyfriend's firm earlier. We were laying under the sheet and mantle talking about our appointment ( Brad was my day of the month and Jimmy was hers ), and I got curious about something and said,"Wow Sara, from the mess in my panty, it sure feels like Brad filled me with a really big load of cum tonight. How was it with jimmy ?"

Then Sara replied,"Yeah, the boys must have been extra horny tonight. It feels like Jimmy shot a big encumbrance into me too. If you don't mind, I'd really wish to see your mess, and I'll display you mine too."

In our twelve years of being best booster, we had never done anything even the least bit sexual together. Nonetheless, her interest in seeing my cum-soaked pussy made me need to see her slit too. I suddenly felt all tingly inside. I was a little nervous and embarrass, but I replied,"Okay Sara, let's appearance each other, but we can't secernate anyone else about this."

I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, so I pushed down the covers and quickly pulled off my panties, as Sara turned around and moved down to attend at me. I spread my ramification as she got closer, and she laughed and said,"That's really cool down Ellen. Your lips and hair are coated with his cum, and some of it is still oozing out of you. He must birth had a really big burden tonight, and it smells good, but strong. Now look at me."

Since she had turned around in the bed, we were already head-to-toe, so she pulled off her step-in and spread her peg. I was only a foot or so from her pussy, and the aroma of her pussy and the cum were overpowering and arousing. I had sucked my boyfriends off and swallowed it a few times, but never had a chance to smell out it like that. Jimmy's cum was thick and white, and showed up visibly on her sorry hair and vulva.

My nitty-gritty was beating faster as I looked at her twat and then up to see the rising and falling of her big breast as she breathed. For the first fourth dimension in my life-time I desired intimate impinging with another lady friend. I placed my hired hand on her thigh, only a few inches from her snatch, and said,"Sara, Jimmy made a big mess too, and you look so delectable to me. Do you heed if I lean down and savor some of his cum ?"

She smiled at me and said,"It's okay to try me Ellen, but I get to taste you too."

I shifted over and gently touched my spit to her hairy, cum-covered vulva, and pushed it slightly inside. Then Sara moaned as I opened my sass and covered her labia with my mouth and started sucking. She followed by tasting and then sucking my labia. So there we were, in a side-by-side sixty-nine, sucking each other's pussy. I just loved the taste of her juices and the cum, and I wrapped my subdivision around her ass to pull her closer to me. She did the Sami to hold me miserly, and we sucked one another for at least fifteen arcminute as we made making love to one another's pussy. We both had big orgasms.

As we parted from sucking pussy, I scooted farther down in the bed, still in the sixty-nine spot, and pulled up her tee shirt, and sucked her gorgeous, dark teat and areola into my sass. Then she pulled up my t-shirt and sucked my nipple, and we continued to bind tightly and suck each other like that, switching from breast to front for another thirty minutes.

When we finished sucking each other's breasts, Sara turned back around in the bed and we held one another and kissed passionately. After we finally calmed down and were lying side by slope, Sara looked over at me and said,"Fuck Ellen, that was amazing. I never knew I could get such pleasure with another girl."

I smiled at her and said,"Oh I know Sara, I've never felt this way before. The male child just want to fuck and tear, and it was so nice to be caressed. I could palpate your sexual love for me, and I hope that you felt mine. I don't think this makes us lesbians or anything, because I still hump dick. It sure will be squeamish to have this to comfort one another when we feel the demand. And I just love the direct contrast of our skin together."

We continued to date male child in high school, but we still took the opportunity to have sex together during sleepovers. After gradation, we decided to go to Granite land College in Lexington, which is only about twenty-seven miles and thirty-eight minute from Laconia. We both majored in business giving medication and lived together in the dorm. We were close enough to home that we were able to go home whenever we wanted to. Our shared goal was to go to a college close to home and hopefully encounter some son from our area. We wanted to end up living on the lake for the rest of our lives.

Our lives had been parallel since the maiden grade, so it was no surprise that we both met our future married man in our second year of college. By the age of twenty we were married and both had sons. Our husbands came from well-off family unit in the Laconia orbit, and our fellowship were wealthy by most banner. So we had the resources to continue on with college living in small homes in agreement. Sara married an Indian man from her same caste, so their son Daman also has a medium-olive complexion. My son Jason is fair-skinned and has blonde haircloth like me and his Father of the Church Dan.

After graduating from college, we bought homes right next to one another on the lake and not too far from our parent's homes. Our husbands didn't object too very much when we insisted that we live adjacent threshold, but our secretiveness eventually stated to outwear on them. Sara and I did everything together with our boy. They were growing up with the same experiences we had, as being best friends. There was still that ugly racialism to deal with when they started schooling, and that made them even closer.

It was so enjoyable watching our sons grow up together, and they spent a lot of prison term together on the dock in front of my home. During the summer they turned sixteen yr old, just before starting their junior year. They were both handsome and hefty Danton True Young men who attracted a lot of attention from the girls. They double-dated the girls just like Sara and I had done with the boys in senior high schoolhouse, and they were also very close to Sara and me.

We fawning female parent sat on the deck for time of day watching our boys boating, skiing and playing in the water, and I often wondered if Sara was lusting after Jason the Same way I lusted for Daman. His darker peel was attractive to me, and although our son wore loose-fitting bathing suits, I sometimes caught coup d'oeil of Daman's rather tumid cock and Ball pressing against the fabric.

Sara and I turned thirty-six geezerhood old during that summer, and we still looked almost as in effect as we did in high school school. That wasn't goodness enough for Sara's husband, though, and he wanted a divorce so he could run off with a younger Stanford White adult female that he met at work. Sara got a skilful divorce settlement from her hubby, and also went to make for at her father's franchise. I think my husband was still happy with me, but he had an amazing job opportunity in New York City, and wanted to move there to take the position.

I knew that I was being selfish, but I had a hard clip accepting the reality of leaving our grand life on the lake, and also leaving my darling friend Sara. We finally decided that Dan would take the job and commute home on weekends for a spell, as I continued to scramble with my conclusion. New York is about three hundred knot and almost six 60 minutes by car from Laconia, so I knew that the travel would put a strain on Dan. It was cost prohibitive to journey there by air, and even if he did it took almost as a good deal in total time.

With Sara divorced and Dan gone during the workweek, Sara and I and the boys were spending More and more metre together. I always tried to maintain a motherly demeanour around the boys, but I noticed that Jason would sometimes flirt with Sara, and Daman would flirt with me. We both flirted back. It was all very pernicious, but the son were so handsome and mature, that I sometimes forgot that we were blurring the lines of morality.

When school started in the fall, the boys were dating their girlfriends again. They would usually take on turns sleeping over at either Sara's or my home after they took their appointment home. Dan was coming home few and fewer of the weekends, and I was in bed alone and not yet at rest one Nox when the boys came back to my abode. I heard them talking in Jason's room. Since I was getting up to go to the bathroom anyway, and was in a prying humour, I tiptoed up to their partially-open room access to listen.

They were quiet for a few moments and then I heard Jason whisper,"Yeah, no shit man. Janet wouldn't give it up to me tonight either. You'd think those cunt were gilt or something. She let me suck her big tits and finger her yearn enough to gift me the blue devil lump, and then said that she didn't feel like giving me a blowjob or fucking."

Daman laughed and replied,"wellspring, just because those bitches didn't want to do it, that doesn't mean value that we can't helper each former out like before. Turn around and get under me and let's do this."

Then Jason said,"Okay Daman, you know that I always like you to be on top."

There was enough light coming into the room from the out of doors security light that I could see what was going on. It's hard to describe how I felt when I saw the male child pull off their underwear, as Jason laid on his back on the bed. I saw both of the boy's prick and my kitty immediately got wet. Daman's pecker is uncircumcised, about seven and one half inches farsighted and very thick-skulled, even though it didn't tone to be fully hard. His balls are also big and low-hanging, and his cock and balls are almost Black. Jason's cock was also about half-hard, and he looked to be about the same sizing as Daman, except that he is circumcised.

Daman moved on top of Jason and they took one another's stopcock into their oral fissure. They sucked each other for a few minutes, and I then saw that their cocks looked to be nearly nine in long and very thick. Daman was fucking Jason's oral cavity as Jason wrapped his munition around his ass and waistline to arrest him in spot. Daman was also sucking Jason aggressively. It only took the boys a few minutes of sucking like that until I saw both of their ass squeeze and knife thrust, as they swallowed each early's cum. I don't know why Jason preferred the more-submissive bottom position. But the whole thing was so erotic, especially with the contrast in their carnival and dark skin colors.

I could hardly consider that I had just witnessed our boys doing the Saame affair that Sara and I had done at their age. I knew they liked missy and weren't gay. They were just experiencing bisexual person relief just like Sara and I had done. I quietly walked back to my room, and masturbated myself to a huge orgasm, just thinking about Daman's black cock and balls.




Sara came over to my home the adjacent day after the boy left home. I told her all about the boys sucking each other, and it turned us on so often that we ended up sucking each other to orgasm on my couch. And she was very lofty when I told her how much I liked seeing Daman's big, black peter and Brobdingnagian globe. Sara was curious about Jason's pecker too, and she was thrilled when I said that both boys had really big cocks. We were simply lofty of our boys. I don't think either one of us anticipated what would happen in the near future.

Now that we were aware of the boy's bisexual tendencies, Sara and I both paid more attention when the boy were sleeping over at either of our habitation. We observed them doing the same thing about half of the times they were together, usually depending on whether they got any pussycat or got sucked off by their dates that night.

Dan was home for two weeks over the Christmas holidays, and our personal situation came to a head. I decided that I would not act from our lake home that I loved so much, and that was the beginning of the end of our union. He came home less and less after that, and we were divorced by the summer. Jason and I got decent child musical accompaniment and alimony defrayment from Dan. I also got my really the three estates licence and started to work with my father's agency. So we were still comfortable financially and able-bodied to stay on the lake.

On a weekend in mid-January the boys had gone out on date on Friday nighttime. On Sat night I had Sara and Daman over for a fiddling post-holiday get together with us. We let the boys drink wine and beer with us in the seclusion of our house, and played various card and board games. We had a swell time, with a lot of subtle flirting between Daman and me, and Jason and Sara.

We allowed the boys to call us by our first names when no one else was around. That probably helped to make us all seem maybe a little too conversant together. But the son also called us Mom, depending on the context. By 11:30 pm Sara and I were a footling tipsy from various specs of wine. Jason was passed out on the sofa in the bread and butter room, having consumed way too much beer.

Sara decided to call it a nighttime and went dwelling house. Since Daman was planning on sleeping over anyway, he tried to serve me get Jason to bed. After struggling with Jason's dead weight for a few proceedings, we decided to just arrive at him comfortable on the couch and covered him up there. Daman went to the bathroom to get cook for bed, while I changed into my night night-robe and settled in on the sofa in the kinfolk room to read a novel that I had been trying to finish.

Daman came out in a T-shirt and shorts and sat next to me on the sofa. I was a little uncomfortable since I didn't expect any party. My robe was very gossamer, and I wasn't wearing either a bra or panties, so I tried to underwrite up the best I could. Daman sat there quietly for a few minutes watching me meter reading, and then said,"Ellen, I just can't get over how beautiful you look this night, especially in that gown. Mom looked pretty too, and no one that didn't know you two would suppose that you are almost thirty-seven years old."

I looked at him and smiled and said,"Thank you Daman, it's very nice of you to say so. And you and Jason are very handsome Young men. You both sometimes seem much more mature than your almost-seventeen years. Sara and I are very proud of both of you. It's not easy without our husbands sometimes, and you male child take in effect upkeep of us."

Daman always seemed to be a piffling more serious in our comb-out than Jason was, so I wasn't totally surprised when he slowly moved his arm behind me on the top of the couch. Then he slipped his arm down onto my articulatio humeri. I knew that he was going to take his move on me. I knew that I should stand firm him, but when he pulled me towards him and our backtalk met, I knew that I couldn't refuse him. We kissed passionately with our lingua intertwined, and when he dropped his hand to rub my big breasts, I gave into my wanton desires.

I broke the candy kiss, and without saying a Word of God, stood up and took his mitt to lead him to my bed. I felt like I was in senior high school school day again as he pulled my surgical gown up and off as we lay back on the bed. He leaned in to fondle and suck my big breasts, and I rubbed his muscular breast with one script as I reached for his cock with the other.

He pulled down his shorts for me and I wrapped my hand around his cock. I had never seen up conclusion or felt a cock that big, and never one with a prepuce either. After watching Jason suck him on several occasions, I just had to try it for myself. I turned around in the bed, and as I moved my face closer to his crotch, I could smell his musky, teenage genitalia, and it turned me on even more.

There was plenty illuminate coming in through the window that I could see his black cock and the thick vein running all over the surface of it. He cock header was huge, and partially covered by his foreskin, and it was leaking a lot of precum. I opened my mouth wide to guide him in. I so enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth.

Dan and I had not made love in calendar month, and this teen cock was twice as big as his anyway. I had just gotten about one-half of his shaft in my oral cavity when I felt his breathing space on my pussy. He moved in and covered my haired vulva with his mouth. We lay there for the longest time sucking one another.

Daman finally turned around in the bed and moved on top of me, and we kissed a dense, sensuous, wet buss as I felt his cock press into my labia. He could feel the niggardliness of my vagina as he slowly pushed his big, inglorious rooster into me. He was a very considerate and thoughtful devotee for being so offspring. After only a few minutes he was buried in me to his balls, and then he began long, slack cam stroke as we continued to snog passionately. Daman was making honey to me, and not just going for a quick fuck and cum.

As we continued fucking, I was on my 3rd orgasm when Daman stopped kissing me for a second and said,"Ellen, I love you so much. You are everything that any man could need in a woman. I have wanted you since this summer, and can hardly think that I am with you like this."

I couldn't be sure if he was really feeling amorous love for me, or if it was the sexual love of a warm friendship that our families shared, and the rapture of having sex. I also loved him, and more than could be explained by our families'friendship. So I responded,"I love you too Daman, but we have to be careful and keep this under control. Our age difference is too great for this to last forever. Let's just savour one another while we can."

Daman started stroking me profligate and faster and said,"I'm cumming Ellen, and I love you more than than you understand. Can you feel my load shooting into you ?"

I was writhing in passion and having my one-fourth climax, and I could find his seed and sperm cell flooding my vagina. This boy was shooting a much magnanimous load into me than Dan ever did. I held him tightly as his climax subsided and his pecker began to relent in me. I was happy that I had continued taking my birth control pills, even though I knew that Dan was drawing away from me. We lay in bed, still joined in our sexual spousal relationship, and hugged and kissed until we fell asleep, still connected with his soft, but long and chummy cock in me.

The break of day sun streaming through the windowpane woke me, and when I saw and felt Daman lying with me I knew it wasn't a ambition. I woke him and said,"Daman that was so marvellous last night, but I don't know if we should do this again. For now you need to get to Jason's elbow room so he won't know that we slept together. I just hope he isn't awake yet."

Daman pulled on his t-shirt and shorts and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safe to forget. He walked quietly down the Charles Francis Hall to Jason's way. I stepped out to see how Jason was doing and where he was, and caught just a coup d'oeil of him walking out the punt threshold. I couldn't then know for trusted if he saw Daman get out my room, but it was very strange that he would walk out of the sign like that.

I only found out later that day when Sara came over, that Jason went over and knocked on her back door when he left our home. She of course let him in and asked him why he was there, and he said,"I saw Daman coming out of Mom's bedroom this break of day, and I'm sure that he fucked her. I've come over here to do the Saame thing to you."

Jason was visibly upset, and Sara made them coffee bean, and she hoped to blab out with him and to comfort him. The longer they talked the more sympathy she felt for him. At one point they were standing at the kitchen counter, and Jason hugged her and kissed her knockout on the backtalk. She didn't fend his cash advance ; first out of the feeling of dear and friendship between our families, and then out of lust as she felt his big cock pressing into her belly. She took him to her bed and they fucked just as Daman and I had done, and then she came over to see me to air out the wholly affair between us.

I t was hard talking about what happened, even though we are the closest of supporter. We had both crossed a descent, but I was the most irresponsible since I let it materialise with Daman first. Sara told me that Jason had expressed his love for her, and I told her that Daman felt the same way towards me. We talked for hours to try to understand what caused this to happen and to mold what we should do going forward. Both of us knew that it was wrong. But we loved the closeness after not having sex with a man for so long.

We thought that the boy might be upset with each other, and decided to just let them shape it out themselves. They both had strong touch sensation for both of us. We risked escalating the situation if it looked like either Sara or I were taking face with either boy. After just one day the boy were talking and interacting again, and things seemed to strain a different kind of normal for us.

When we were able to meet and spill as a group, there was a new tensity between us. Everyone knew that everyone else was aware of what happened. Though, we never actually discussed the fact that Sara and I had fucked the former's sons. The son still showed their love for us as their mothers, but they also showed a new kind of love for the former mother. And soon the sex started again.

I still don't know if the son collaborated, or if it just happened, but Daman would come over to natter me at the same time Jason visited Sara. The boys were staying with us and fucking us every day, and usually Sir Thomas More than once. They even spent the night with us. It was almost as if we were couples or even married. It seemed so natural to me to accept Daman as my fan, as our feelings for one another grew. I just loved fucking his big, shameful cock, and Sara felt the Sami about fucking Jason.

Our life-time continued that way for several more calendar week, and then in tardily February Sara and I and the boys went on a weekend skiing head trip to the White Mountains. One of her acquaintance got us a great passel on a slope-side, ski-out condo. The views were wild, and the condo has two bedroom, two bathroom, kitchen, hot tub, and a neat room with an open hearth fireplace.

We drove up after school and oeuvre on Friday, and got settled by about 10:00 pm. Sara shared one of the sleeping room with Jason, and I shared the early one with Daman. This was the first time that we were in a situation where it was observably apparent that we were fucking the other's sons.

On Saturday we got up early and had a long day skiing, with a welcome faulting for lunch at the ski hunting lodge. That night we went to a very decent local restaurant for dinner party, and got back to the condo at about 9:00 pm. We brought wine and beer with us, so we sat around talking and imbibition for a while, before Daman got the idea to playact some music on the sound system.

We danced as duet for a while, and the male child held us tightly and kissed us during the sluggish songs. Daman even took the initiative to rub my mamilla and ass while we danced, and Jason soon followed suit with Sara. I was at first apprehensive about Jason seeing me with Daman that way, but then I was aroused. I felt Jason's acceptance as he smiled at me and then began rubbing Sara in the Sami way. Then our relationships were out in the open.

On the ride back to the lake we talked for the first fourth dimension about the kinship our Logos had with the other female parent. Sara and I even admitted to the boys that we enjoyed sucking each former, and I let the boys know that we knew about them sucking each early's putz. By the metre we got home all of us were expressing our dearest for each other. Our relationship then entered a new and exciting phase.

The boys graduated from high school and decided to go to Granite State just as Sara and I had done. They were staying in the dorm but also came plate a duo nights each hebdomad and on the weekends. We were still capable to enjoy our life sentence together. Daman has talked about wanting to espouse me and have kids, and Jason wants to conjoin Sara. But as appealing as that is to Sara and me, we know that it can never happen.

Our dearest for the boy is real, but as we all get older, the twenty year age difference of opinion will attest itself in many problematic ways. We continue to further the boys to escort missy their age, and hope that they will someday incur women to marry and suffer tyke with. In the meantime, we will savor the very special human relationship that we have with our upright Quaker's sons.

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