Let's start off with a little introduction about me and my past. I'm a 38 year old char that was married but since the little prick couldn't keep it in his pants, I ended up being divorced. That said, he did bang having a trophy wife and some real arm candy to show off to his admirer and co-workers. Being that he was successful and his angle of inclination to record me off, it never bothered him for me to go off and spend some of his money on some plastic surgery.

I mean, I was already hot, there's no question about that. I had a nice ass, decent sized boob and always worked out to stay fresh myself in shape. That said, there's nothing haywire with a lilliputian augmentation. So what if I wanted fatter sassing, a tighter ass, and adult tits ? Yes, I might have turned myself into a bimbo but it's not like all the men don't appreciate it. sure enough, the wives at my son's secret plan bitch and snicker but fuck those bitch. Not my faulting they couldn't afford to get the work done.

So anyways, there I was, 38 years old and a bonafide bimbo. I had a son with my ex hubby. I always called him Mikey ever since he was a little kid. By the time we get to this fib, Mikey was 18 and getting quick to go off to college. He always loved trifle sports but he wasn't always the substantially. His dad used to always make pretty big donation to the schools he attended so that used to always get him a fairly quantity of playing metre. My married man wasn't really a dick to his son so he was still going to pay for college but my son kind of got the belief he was better than he actually was and had Leslie Townes Hope of making it on a sport scholarship.

During my son's elder twelvemonth in in high spirits school, the school got this new soccer bus. soccer was my son's primary quill sport. The coach was a twenty something year old, some guy that got hurt playing pro sport and didn't have a lot of other options. So here's this cocky young stud coming into a high school to be a carriage and well, he didn't think much of my son's playing so as the season went on, he got to play lupus erythematosus and less each game.

Look, I love my son and I have no delusions as to what his skill are. I kind of see what the coach was getting at but at the same time, it's my son. I love the kid and don't want to see him moping around because he doesn't get to play as a great deal. I had a few dialogue with the coach, trying to see if maybe my son could get some extra breeding, get him salutary and then that way he could get more time on the plain. phonograph needle to say, the omnibus was very helpful."Have to do what's best for the team."“ No one likes to lose."claptrap, fustian, blah. Ok, I get it but total on. The poor people kid is depressed.

About halfway through the time of year, my son overheard some of the other guys on the team talking about these college pathfinder that were going to come out to one of the games. He got really excited and couldn't postponement to severalize me about it. Not sure why but something clicked in the poor nipper head that they might be there to watch him and wanted to recruit him. poor kid. He's just so primitive sometimes. Well, he and I talked about it for a while and I was trying to make surely he didn't get his hopes up too high but also didn't want to bristle the wretched guy's bubble.

This poor kid just wasn't going to let it go and asked me to go talking to his coach one more clip about how much time he got on the field. I figured it was deserving a shot. I dialed up the schooltime and got the coaches information and went down to see him at his home. Yes, I'm cognizant schools don't usually do clobber like that but with as much money as my ex put into that place, you look the way I do, and all of the executive are men, I can pretty much get anything I want, except for my son to get more bring fourth dimension apparently.

Anyways, I drive up to the coaches theatre in my Range bird of passage ( yes, maintenance rocks when you have a rich married man. briny reason I didn't get remarried ) and get out of my car. I take a quick look at my hairsbreadth and physical composition in the vanity mirror ( I guess that's why they call them"conceitedness"mirrors ? ) and when I'm satisfied everything is in office, I step out of my car. I pull down my storage tank top trying unsuccessfully to enshroud my flat and toned corporation. These big fake tits never let my shirts fall down as far as they need to go. I try hiking up my short which is also hard to do with this big house ass of mine and start walking up the course to the handler front door with my heels clacking the solid way.

I get to the breast threshold and ring the ship's bell, giving myself another quick once over looking at my reflexion in the glass door. I hear some stride by the front door, see a shadow through the peephole but then there's a long pause before I hear the room access beginning to open. Was he staring at me through the peephole ? The door knob bout and then there he is. Oh my ! This cocky twenty something year old has a great eubstance. This youthful thing came to the threshold only wearing shorts. I mean, I can't rap him, it is his mansion after all.

I couldn't aid but let my eyes wander over his firm pecs, toned weaponry, chiseled abs then snapped back to reality trying to remember why I was there."Hi, Chris. I'm Jess, Mikey's mom. I know we've talked about this before but we really need to get hold a way to get Mikey some more playing time."

He took a bit of a delayed intermission for a few instant. Was he really just checking me out ?"Hi, Jess. Look, we've been over this. Mikey having more than time on the force field just isn't want to team up needs right now."

"I get it, Chris. My son isn't the best musician on the team but the college recruiters are coming to the adjacent few games and he kind of has the wrong impression."

"Jess, do you want to fall in and talk about it ? I don't really see how this can commute but maybe I can explicate it a picayune in effect to you."

"Yeah, sure."

I stepped through the verge and walked into the household. I guess he must have made some pretty good money the few days he did recreate professionally because his theatre was much courteous than any early guy his age. He probably had a maid too because no guy his age kept their home this clean, that's for certain. I walked into the living room and took a quick look around. Was it just me or did he have his centre on my ass the unharmed clip ?

"Jess, why don't you have a ass ?"

"Sure."

"Look, I know this is important to you but I have to take all of the early kids and their parents too. Most of all, it's what's best for the team."

As he's talking, I can see his eye darting around. Yes, I know my nipple are heavy and all but could you at least talk to my side. This untested, gymnastic he-man is just sitting here in his animation room, eyeing me up. Am I getting flustered ? Did I just see his shorts twitch ? Oh my god. His gumshoe is tenting in his boxers. That matter looks pretty big. Did I just bite my lip ?

"Chris, you're a nice guy and all. I get that you played professionally, you're clearly still very fit and in great shape ( did I really just say that ? ) but there has to be a way we can get Mikey some more wreak time, at least while the watch are around."

"well, Jess. I'll make you a deal. Maybe you and I get a little playing clock time in together and then Mikey can suffer some more flirt time."

Ok, maybe I'm a little bit of a ditz. Did he just suggest what I think he suggested ?

"cargo hold on. What exactly are you implying ?"

Ok, sure. He's a stud and judging from that excrescence in his boxers, not like he couldn't make me happy. That said, sleep with my son's coach so he gets Thomas More clip on the field ? I know I kind of fit the bimbo stereotype here but come on now.

"Jess, you've been divorced for a few years now. I know you can't be getting a lot of attention at dwelling. I definitely think you're sexy as hell. The way I see it, we're killing three birds with one stone. You get some much needed attention, Mikey gets more metre on the athletic field, and I get to bang you instead of beating off just thinking about you tonight."

Ok, sure I'm a little blandish that this hot and sexy twenty-something class old is coming on to me. Would I detest it if I slept with him ? Probably not but am I really that kind of mother ?

"You've got some clump on you, Chris."

I took a quick cursory glance down at his genital organ right as his prick twitched. Yes, this man had way more than monetary standard equipment. Is it getting hot in here all of a sudden ? Why am I clenching my legs together ?

Chris scoots a little bit closer to me on the couch not even trying to make a discreet attempt at staring at my nipple that are pushed up in a little half cup bra inside of this pissed short tank top. Yes, they're big and they're on display but he could cause the decency of not making it so obvious. As he slides over, I see more of his turncock imprinted in his boxershorts. I can't tell how big that affair is but it's certainly bigger than anything I've ever had before. Our second joint are now touching and he reaches over to put his hand on my leg before finally looking back up at my face.

"look, Jess. It's not like you don't know that any guy that sees you wants to have sex with you. I've been coaching your kid and seeing you come out to practice and the plot for a few months. I'd experience a whole lot better about giving him some more playing fourth dimension in front of the scouts if I just had the chance to hump you instead of having to go back to bed tonight and conceive of it while I jerk off thinking about you again."

As he said that, it made me blush. for certain, it's not a surprise that some guy is coming on to me but it's been a piece since individual this attractive and untested has. Oh my God ! Is his cock still getting bigger in his shorts ? My kitty is starting to get hot and wet thinking about how big that affair actually is.

"Chris, follow on. You can't be sober. I'm like fifteen years older than you. There must be soul your own age you need to chase after."

"Why would I require to do that when I have you right here ?"

Chris then grabbed my hand and placed it right on his genitalia, my palm resting against his pecker and his fingers trying to close down my fingers around it. It is fucking huge ! I've never even imagined anything so big before ! I'm still not sure what this thing looks like. Why am I stroking it ? I don't really want this, do I ?

I look down at my hand, fingers slowly tightening around this young rivet's huge cock and slowly working my mitt up and down a picayune over his shorts restricted by the fabric. I look back up at his eye and his eye are shifting back and forth from my pegleg, to my hand on his cock, back to my titty before eventually looking up into my eyes. He reaches for the cover of my head and without falter starting time to bring his backtalk close to mine, stopping just a couplet of inch from our lips touching.

I just couldn't aid myself. I quickly closed the gap pressing my lips hard against his and working my tongue into his oral cavity. This young lump had some ascendance over me and we've barely even started. My paw started pressing More firmly on his tool, my fingernails excavation into the fabric of his shorts threatening to snap through it wanting to get my hand firmly seated around that monster shaft of his. Chris grabbed my face with both of his hands pulling my mouth tight against his as his clapper made it's way past my lips and slid over mine. I started to lose it. I was on fire !

Before I even knew what was happening, we were both up on our feet and the clothes started flying. First went my armored combat vehicle top, then his. Chris reached down and quickly undid the clench on my trunks working them down over my tight, big, bubbly, phat, milf ass then sliding them down my toned second joint and sura before I could kick them off. Here I stood in front of my son's soccer four-in-hand in only a one-half cup pink lacing bra, a matching thong, and my heel. Chris, now standing in front of me in just his drawers, grabbed my shoulder and sat me back down on the couch looking down at my face.

"Ok, Jess. Let's see if you can get Mikey his inaugural 20 minutes of clip on the field."

As he said that, his finger's breadth went to the button on his boxershorts and untie them. Next, he started to slowly tear down the slide fastener on his shortstop. My middle were wide-eyed with anticipation just dying to see how big the beast of a pecker was actually going to be. As he peeled back each side of meat of his shorts I started to feast my eyes on a cock jibe fatter than I ever thought could even exist on a man. He slowly pushed his shorts down and inch by inch as he went, there was inch by column inch to a greater extent cock to see. Finally, he shoved his shorts down to the floor and out flopped what must have been the biggest putz on the satellite. How did he ever fit that matter into those tiny short pants that association football players wear ? He stepped out of his short circuit and grabbed the base of his tool bringing the tip just a dyad of inches away from my mouth.

"well, Jess. Is Mikey going to get his playing time ?"He asked as he snickered at me waving his tremendous rod in my grimace. I tentatively start to spread my lips trying to project out just how wide I had to stretch my mouth to even accommodate this beast of a shaft. I practically started to drool. I didn't need any more than convincing. This wasn't about getting Mikey playing prison term anymore. This was going to be all about me pleasuring myself with this gorgeous fuck stick right infront of my face.

I reached my mitt out to take hold of his tool and slowly closed the distance between my sassing and the tip of his peter. I could see a niggling bit of pre cum already smeared across the tip, sticking my tongue out and licking it off his shiny, glistening knob. I drew my lingua back into my mouth, savoring that wonderful warm taste on my lingua then opening my mouth as wide as I possibly could and wrapping my lips around his giant tool. It was definitely over a understructure long and fatty than my wrist.

I sealed my lips around his pommel and started swirling my natural language on the undersurface of the bellied instrument in my mouth. Chris started to groan, bringing a deal down to the back of my question and applying just enough pressure to signal to me that he wanted me to take to a greater extent of it in my mouth. I didn't need any boost. I wanted it. I just wasn't sure how much was going to fit.

My mouth was watering wish loony as I kept teasing his mushroom school principal with my lips and natural language, his turncock spreading my backtalk open so across-the-board spit was running out of the nook of my oral cavity and landing on his shaft and dripping down onto my big tit. I brought my handwriting up to his barb barely being able to touch my other paw on the contrary face. I pulled my mouth back from his cock and spittle onto his shaft rubbing it in eagerly with both my medallion as I started stroking his shaft up and down so eager to please his man meat.

I took his stopcock back into my back talk and worked laborious to get as often of his calamus past my lips as I could. I pushed my chief forward hard feeling the tip against the rear of my throat with scarce half of his shot in my lip, both my hands still stroking his rod, feeling it tweet and dork in my paw as I kept pleasing it. I started working my mouth back and forth on his cock moaning around it as I loved the taste and the feeling of how full it made my mouth. book binding and forth my mouthpiece went until I was able to loose my pharynx and accept some more of his dig, eventually gagging from his girth. There was no way I could get all of this monster cock into my throat.

As I kept working my mouth over this gorgeous small-arm of man gist, a ardour lit inside me like I had never felt before. I started to starve more of it, not wanting to let it go from my mouth. I was fixated on this tremendous prick and I knew I would never be able to get enough of it. I looked up at Chris, his eyes looking down at me as I struggled to accommodate his dick in my mouth, a big knowing grinning spreading across his sassing as I worked feverishly, spit running down his shaft slicking up my hands as I worked them up and down.

He reached down and grabbed the dorsum of my fountainhead and started pumping his hips. Not much different from the other men I've sucked, the William Tell tale sign of a man wanting to blow his load down your throat. I didn't tutelage. At this level, I needed that cum. I pulled my mouth back some, wrapping my lips around the tip as my two helping hand held on tightly to his vast shaft and stroked him for all I was worth. I started to eddy my tongue around the secreter making Chris groan as he started to hold my head a little more firmly now. I know he was almost there.

As soon as I felt the first twitch of his cock, I eased my mouth back and kept my rim open feeling his gibe throbbing in both of my mitt as the first spurt of his quick hot cum spreadhead across my cheek. God ! It felt so scrumptious to finger it landing on my nerve. It splattered across my lips, nose, Chin, eye and forehead all on the offset blastoff and there was so much More yet to cum judgement by the size of it of his clump. I kept stroking his stopcock, milking it for all that I could get as he shot again and again. I grabbed his cock and aimed it down on my pectus, the last two shot covering my big sham nipple and armoured combat vehicle top in his milky cock juice.

I felt his rooster stop jerk and wrapped my sassing back around his tip, my tongue attacking his egotistic head to get any remnants of his delicious cum. I pulled his cock from my mouth and ran it across my chin and boldness collecting more of his cum for me to suck off of it. He was looking down at me with this puckish smiling the whole time. I knew what he was thinking, and we was right. He definitely found himself a dirty little cum strumpet. What ? I can't help it. It just preference and feels so fucking good !

After I got done collecting nearly of the cum from my expression using his stopcock and then licking and sucking him sporting, I took my hands off of his dick and expected it to just fall between his ramification. Wrong. This man not only had a pecker to rival some of the man's largest dildos but it also stayed hard correct after cumming. Oh my god ! My twat was creaming itself wondering what this monster would feel like inside of me.

Trying not to let on that I could be a slave to his cock. I mean, it's not like I'm a straight up whore or anything. I started to stand, taking my digit and collecting as much cum off of my tits as I could before bringing them to my sassing and licking them white. There weren't any tissue around so not like I had much of a choice. I looked back at Chris as I was sucking on my hold up cum covered finger and he had that knowing aspect on his face still.

"Well, I guess that should garner your son a good twenty mo on the field."

"Are you fucking kidding ? That had to be the best blowjob you ever had. No cleaning lady has ever handled your cock that well and you're telling me he's only getting twenty minutes out of that ?"

"You could try to work him up to a whole game."

As he said that, he reached for my hip joint with both of his helping hand, grabbing me firmly and pulling me faithful to him. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss though we couldn't really tilt into each former because his enormous prick was keeping us apart by pushing against my pussy through my shorts, not allowing for us to get any closer. Like I said, he was still very hard at this point.

Chris clearly didn't mind the taste of his own cum on my lips which is such a fucking turn on for me. Mmmmm ! I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him in tighter, standing up on my tip toes so his cock would lodge itself between my legs and rub up against my slit as I slowly ground myself onto it. My big tits were pressing into his chest still covered by the cum soaked tank top I was wearing. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him tossing it to the side and then he reached for mine, peeling it away from my body since it was sticky with his cum.

He reached behind me and unhooked my bra faster than anyone before ever had. He's certainly done that to a greater extent than just a few multiplication. I grabbed the cup of my bra holding them against my breasts and pulled back away from him giving him a picayune tease. I slowly pulled the bra away from my big pretender tits and let him feast his eyes on those dish. I got ta say, there are some nice fake tits out there but I made certain I hired the expert damn plastics guy I could rule. Mine are just fucking amazing.

He quickly rushed up to me and placed a hand on each, squeezing them, kneading them like hard scratch, then moving his mouth down to suck on them one at a time biting my nipples and tugging at them before flicking his glossa over them. I do be intimate some nice breast play ! This man knew what he was doing !

Chris then grabbed me by the shank again and pulled me in, reaching down to unsnap my shorts and pull down the slide fastener. He turned us around, had me facing the couch while he stood behind me. He pushed down on my shoulders making me turn forward causing my back to arch and my butt to push out even more as he reached up for the waistband and tried to peel them off of my ass. In this emplacement, it took him a little bit to get them pulled over my ass since it's so prissy and plumb. Once he got them down my branch, I stepped out of them now leaning forward bending over the couch, my ass sticking out in only a tiny small flip-flop and my high heels. I felt so dirty being in this location with my son's bus and it felt so damn good !

He bent down behind me and I could palpate his finger sliding into my ass snap to pull my thong off to the position. No sooner was it out of the way did he give his tongue flicking over my arse rimming me. He worked his tongue over my moderately little sea star then worked down and started paying attention to my kitty-cat. God I was so fucking wet already but this certainly didn't damage. I love having a tongue and oral cavity on my pretty trivial cockeyed pussy.

He used both manus to spread my ass assailable giving him more room to act upon. Those strong and tauten hands of his holding both sides of my ass felt so skillful. This man was in mastery of me and I was getting lost in what was going on. First getting to have such a big fat tool in my oral fissure and now he was eating my ass and pussy. I was so ready for him.

As I stood there bent over, arching my spine and moaning from the flogging I was getting from his knife, I started digging my fingers into the shock on the couch as he edged me airless to my orgasm. I grit my tooth and groaned so gaudy, I just could n't defy back anymore. right as I was about to cum, the fucker stopped. God damn him ! But, I wouldn't be made to wait very long.

Just as soon as I felt his mouth pull away from me, I felt something else pushing against my puss, no doubt his big beautiful cock. I think my pussy sucked in the tip of his prick before he even had a luck to push it in. I was desperate for a good shag at this point pushing back against him trying to englut as a lot of his cock in my cunt as I would be capable to. Chris reached for my hips and started pushing forward on his own, filling me up in by inch.

Before long, it felt like he was almost all the way in. I just felt so entire with his cock. I reach back between my wooden leg running my fingers along his shaft. I moved my helping hand further back still feeling more and more of his rotating shaft that hadn't entered my pussy yet. To my surprise, I closed my script around his turncock and there was still more to go. Oh god was he big !

Chris gripped my hip joint firmly and started rocking his coxa back and Forth, my hound putting my pussy at the staring height for him to sleep with me. He used his ovolo to spread me ass as his enormous cock worked back and forth into my needy fiddling pussy that was gushing all over his dick. With each motion forward, he got more and more of his dick in me and then he started bottoming out and hitting against my neck. There was no way any more than of his prick was going to fit. He dug his fingerbreadth into my hips and set forth fucking me like an creature, ramming himself oceanic abyss into my pussy with every thrust, pushing my body forward onto the couch, my big dense knocker bouncing lightly mostly being held in post by how firm they were and my operating surgeon's expertise.

As he kept thrusting into me, I had to precipitate forward onto my knees on the couch, not being able to hold myself up any longer as he kept punishing my pussy. I could feel my lips starting to get sore from his assault, his huge cock stretching me as far as I felt I could even go, my juices gushing all over his tool as he kept going. Time passed by so slowly. It seemed like he had been fucking me for days already but I'm trusted it had only been a hour or two before I felt my pussycat clamping down tightly around his cock as I started to possess my first sexual climax.

My body shuddered, pussy tightening around his quill like a vice. It would have got made it difficult for him to save fucking me had it not been for all of my saliva around his tool and all of the juices running from my pussy, coating his cock and clod and running down the inside of my thigh. I was running like a faucet I was so fucking turned on !

Chrris started to slow down, taking dainty long throw where he would pull back until only the tip was left in my pussy and giving me a nice, tenacious slow stroke back in. It felt so secure. My pussy was still tightening around his pecker and I could sense every ridge along his cock rubbing against the sides of my pussycat as he went back in. Once my climax had finished laundry over me, I reached back, taking hold of his cock and pulling away from it, letting it sideslip from my pussy.

I turned around and gave him my best naughty smile, still holding his slick rooster in my mitt as I brought him around to sit on the couch. Like a good little boy, he did as he was told, sitting back on the couch, leaving me heap of room to straddle his hips and get aright back on that beautiful pecker of his. I put my knee on either position of him, reaching down to grab the radix of his peter and prevail it straight up for me. The tip reached so high I had to lean forward to get it in. Once I felt the tip against my first step again, I rocked my hips back and sank as far down onto his humanity as I could.

I sank down until he bottomed out into me and held it there for a here and now, adjusting to the position and letting his cock ensconce inside of me. With well-nigh of my exercising weight coming down onto his dick and pushing my kitty-cat down over his shaft, he was cryptic inside of me than before reaching domain of my pussy that I didn't even know existed. I slowly worked my way back up and then slowly worked my way back down. I had to gently exercise up to it, making indisputable I didn't tear anything on his tremendous man kernel.

Once I had finally gotten used to it, I really started to mould my hips, regaining a little bit of the mastery as I worked my lithe and pixilated little milf eubstance on top of his cock. My big bull breast were pushed out from my chest right in front of his side. He just couldn't helper reaching out to get a nice big handful on each face, leaning forward to suck on them while I kept riding him. I reached behind him holding onto the back of the couch for additional financial support as I kept working my pussy up and down over his cock. God it felt so good ! I had just had an orgasm and was about to go again already !

In just a couple of more minutes of working my pussy over his cock, my body started to tingle all over again, my puss clamping down on his diaphysis and a ardent explosion fired off in the pit of my belly as I started to cum. I gripped the backbone of the lounge like I was hanging on for costly life, I held myself down on him as far as I could go and my body started to tremble lightly as I groaned and moaned so loud I'm sure his neighbour could hear us. Chris, being the valet that he is, kept sucking and squeezing my chest making it so much more enjoyable for me.

It felt like forever but I'm indisputable it was only about a mo until my sexual climax started to subside. I started to slowly get up myself off of his cock, rolling off of his body and laying on the couch side by side to him spent. He looked down at me with a very satisfied feeling on his facial expression, obviously not from cumming because he hadn't yet for a endorsement time. Probably satisfied with how fag out out I had been from his turncock. He got himself up from the sofa and then leaned over to give me a nice deep kiss. It felt so good to finger something soft after having something so grueling abusing my sweet little pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck opening again and pulled him on top of me. He wedged his body between my legs, his big fat cock pressed against both of our belly as I moaned into his mouth.

We kissed for what felt like several minutes, my body slowly recovering from the thrashing he had given me, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. It wasn't long before that thirstiness in my puss started to hanker again. I took my manpower away from his neck, traced them down his body with my fingernails, moving over his well built chest and toned abs until I got my hands around his midst irradiation again. One I had a hold on his man meat again, I started working it down towards my pussy.

Chris eased up off me to give me a little more room to work and just looked down as my handwriting moved the tip of his rooster in between my pussy lip. Once I had him lined up and I was still holding his shaft with both hired man, he started pressing his hips forward pushing his fat head right field past my lips and started to sink effortlessly into my pussy. His shaft started slipping past my hands and nearly went all the way inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him in until there was no More room for his prick to recruit me.

My arms reached up to extract him down against my dead body, his firm chest pressing into my big manipulate tits as he started working his hips back and Forth. Oh god it felt so good ! It was almost like he was making dear dessert love to me for the first clip. Such a different change of pace but very welcome after what I had endured for the lowest 20 or 30 minutes. I reached a hand down to squeeze his toned piffling hiney as he kept working his hips back and Forth River, fucking me with long and oceanic abyss CVA. After a couple of minutes of our tender moment together, I could feel an sexual climax slowly rising to the top again but kept subsiding from the lack of forceful arousal.

"Mmmm, babe, now come on and fuck me. I need to cum again !"

He certainly didn't need much more encouragement. In no time flat his handwriting were pressed against the back of my articulatio genus, spreading my legs wide and pushing them back by my human face almost like he was trying to fold me like a pretzel. His hips turned into a blur as he started assaulting my pussy again giving me deep, tight and hard thrusts with that magnificent meaty cock of his. I could palpate the mouth of my pussy tingling again, getting more sore with every thrust from him, swelling as they wrapped around his shaft.

I looked up at him and saw the animalistic urge on his face, grunting and groaning as he repeatedly buried himself deep inside of me. This was now a man on a mission : a mission to induce my puss gush all over his cock again and to crap his cock spurt his milky cum. I was going to be a happy companion on this journey of his. My hands were pawing at his chest, my fingernails stroking across the ridges in his abs, laying their and getting used like a slight bimbo fuck doll and I loved every second of it.

Every time he buried his turncock into me it sent a cushion of electricity coursing through my dead body. I was definitely going to be addicted to this stopcock and the way it made my whole body look with every stroke into my needy, greedy and hungry kitty-cat. The way he was fucking me, it wasn't going to be very foresightful before I erupted again.

Chris sat himself up a little more causing his cock to lean upwards towards my g spot. As he kept sawing his magnificent manhood into my pussy, almost the entire length of his gibe and certainly his bellying tip would press against it, getting me closer and closer to the edge until I could harbour back anymore. My taught piddling stomach contracted and flexed, my center shut tight, my mouthpiece flew open and I gave what must give birth been such a pleasant-tasting scream as my physical structure was wrecked with yet another splendiferous orgasm.

My kitty clenched down hard on his cock like a frailty. Had it not been for the ample quantity of juice flowing from my pussy, he may not have been able to keep fucking me. Feeling my twat close down around his shaft immediately sent him over the bound and I was getting cook to accept the thick, warm globs of cum that he had for my cunt. He buried himself deep inside of me one more time, shoving his rooster into my pussy as thick as my eubstance would permit, then I felt his dick gallant and twitch and throb inside of me heightening my orgasm even more as it coursed through my body. First one, then two, then three, then… oh fuck who needs to numerate !

I felt the warmheartedness of his cum scatter all throughout my belly, easily as big of a shipment as he had used to cover my face with before. The wonderful sensation triggered another diminished orgasm as he hovered above me breathing hard. I looked up at him and gave him the most satisfied look, I'm sure he was going to be very please with himself. I've never had a dick down that was that good. I've certainly had a few since then though !

Chris slowly withdrew his cock from my well and thoroughly used eubstance. Once his cock slipped out, I felt like there was this big void inside of me that opened up all of a sudden. I was definitely going to call for it filled before too long. He stood up and looked down at me, extending his hand in my commission to facilitate me up. I wobbled on my bounder almost forgetting that I still had them on. As I stood there and looked at him, I could feel the familiar warm champion of a smart load of cum starting to run out of my pussy and drip down my inner thigh. I got ta say, I do have sex that feeling !

I started looking around the elbow room to see where all of my wearing apparel had gone and started to collect my thing. I looked everywhere for my thong and couldn't find it. I reached between my legs to try and gather up some of the seeping cum and then realized that I had never taken it off, feeling it getting soaked with Chris's warhead as it had worked its way back over my snatch. I laughed to myself and the ridiculous situation that I was in, partially unable to believe it for myself if it hadn't been for the fact that my kitty-cat along with the sleep of my body were very well aware of what had just happened and would certainly be reminding me of it tomorrow as I struggled to get out of bed from being so sore. As I collected my thing, I turned to look at Chris who had this shit eating grinning on his face.

"Well, I guess you certainly managed to get your son at least half a game's Worth of playing time ?"

"Oh, really ? So what does a young lady have to do to get her son in for the unit season ? ”