Luring the Older Female in Part 2
As I strolled home from college, I couldn't stop laughing at the thought of the events that had taken place the previous night. I had performed cunnilingus on Emmanuelle, causing her to retreat into her bedroom, likely because of her embarrassment. I questioned if I had crossed the line and whether it would end up with me being in trouble with my parents, potentially forcing me to leave home. However, I had a hunch that Emmanuelle enjoyed what had happened.
I gave her some space and retired to my room for the night.
Over the following few days, I spotted her only occasionally, usually during casual encounters. I wasn't surprised by her apparent avoidance, considering the inappropriateness of what we had done together. Still, it felt right - like it was precisely what both of us needed. She required a man, and I desired a woman, particularly an experienced one.
On Monday evening, as soon as I arrived home, I discarded my coat, bookbag, and disappeared into my room. My libido was out of control, demanding a release. I climbed onto my bed, placed my laptop on it, and navigated to my favourite porn website. I browsed various videos, searching for a specific one that got me going. I knew what I sought. My erection grew steadily as I found it.
The video illustrated a young man enticing an older woman, whose identity was his own mother in this case. I undressed while this porno started, portraying the lady trying to resist but ultimately giving in. She was a self-proclaimed slave to sex and subject to the young man.
Rousing imagery transpired as the youthless man yanked off her clothes, inducing her to exhibit her breasts and nipples. She feebly attempted to ward him off, expressing reluctance, but ultimately yielded to her carnal desires. He stepped closer and rolled her skirt, maneuvering his hand down her underwear. She succumbed to his manipulations, thriving in his embrace while he fingered her pussy, forcing her to the cusp of climax.
My solid cock stood erect as I viewed the man persistently teasing and seducing his mother. She vehemently protested but was consumed by her ardour, unable to restrain herself in his arms. He bent over her and pressed his face between her thighs, prodding his tongue into her quim. The video gradually magnified, allowing me to observe the erotic moments intimately. Her moans heightened my arousal, causing me to approach the pinnacle of satisfaction.
I rested naked on my bed, my laptop beside me, and rhythmically stroked my rock-hard shaft as I observed this porn featuring a man pleasuring his mother. My deep breaths came in gasps as I savoured each movement in the video. I was imagining the scenario involved me, significantly enhancing my lust.
I detected a gentle sound at my door, unaware of the other individual's presence. I didn't bother opening my eyes, thinking that I remained secluded. However, as moments passed, I recognized that she was indeed standing by the entrance, completely nude, too engrossed in what I was doing to abandon her privacy.
She didn't immediately spot my glistening eyes as I sat there, watching her. She was indulging herself, her hand slipping under her skirt. Wet sounds reached my ears as she touched herself, panting and moaning. Her eyelids closed briefly before she noticed me, my erection on full display. Her hand drew away hastily, and she retreated into her room, the door slamming shut.
I chuckled to myself, basking in the pleasure of having aroused her. I wiped myself and disconnected the laptop, switching my attention to other online pleasures, leaving my door open, contemplating whether she might return. I regretted not noticing her at night.
"Hey Vince, can we have a quick chat?" she inquired, sitting up on the chair's edge. She was attired in a long black dress with a phony button-down front. I could see she had on hose, and my manhood began to swell. Was she dressed like that for work or for me?
"Yep."
She bit her upper lip, hesitant. "Regarding what happened a while ago..."
"Okay?"
"It was... wrong. We have to move beyond that," she said, while clutching her glass and taking a long swallow. "I'm really sorry, but me and your mom..."
"... are friends," I said with a gentle grin. "I get that." I walked up to her and knelt down by her chair. "Doesn't matter," I declared, pushing her chest so that she fell back in the seat with an 'oomph' sound. I moved between her legs and put my palms on the exterior of her calves, where the dress ceased.
Emmanuelle retreated, as if accepting her fate and my intentions. She had not anticipated my transformation into the dominant role.
"It doesn't matter... you're a single woman... I'm a single man," I expressed, sliding my hands up her legs. I could feel her shudder beneath me. "I know what I crave," I stated, slipping my hands towards her thighs, spreading her legs apart. She was wet, and I noticed her glossy panties.
"Vince," she panted, attempting to stop my actions.
"I know you liked it," I said, as my fingertips traced a line along her panties' edge and onto them. They were thin and lacy, thus I knew that even my gentle touch was felt.
"No... I...", she whimpered.
I chuckled and moved to her side, drawing her towards the door. "Did you enjoy observing me masturbate? Did you enjoy watching my engorged penis? And did you enjoy my tongue on your lady part?" she gasped. It was unclear if she was begging me to halt or to bestow more cheeky caresses.
I chuckled and sat back from her for a moment. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her upright until she was in my embrace, looking up at me with excitement-fueled blush. I swayed her towards the door, and beside it, a full-length mirror was placed, one of her safety checks to ensure her outfits appeared flawless. I maneuvered her in front of it until we were engrossed in our reflections. I stood slightly taller than her.
"Behold, you," I murmured, grasping her shoulders. "You're an exceptionally beautiful woman. Your ex was a fool." She shook her head and began to resist me, likely distressed by my mention of her former husband. I understood I was pushing her away due to her own insecurities.
My fingers slid snugly into her hair and kept her locked in place. "If you can't appreciate it, then I'll just show you," I said softly into her ear. I watched as her eyes opened and she gazed at me in the mirror once more. My hands then glided down her back and unzipped her dress. She quivered as it relaxed on her body, and my hand crawled off one shoulder then the other until it fell from her limbs.
Her dress hit the floor, leaving a sultry black bra, panties, and stockings that reached to her thighs. Although her skin didn't meet perfection stardom or a perfect body, she was still alluring as sin.
"Gorgeous," I whispered, my palm squeezing her breast tenderly, then gripping her bra cup and roughly pulling it down. My hand then addressed her bare breast and caressed it insistently, her nipple sliding between my digits. [End of paraphrase].
"Oh my goodness..." she murmured softly, rocking back against me, causing my penis to glide over the crack of her butt. The tight slit covered by a thin piece of cloth lied between her thighs.
"You're so stunning," I whispered, unclasping the clasp between her magnificent breasts and watching as they spilled out before me. This captivating woman possessed large, sensitive nipples. Unable to resist, she leaned back against me while my hands cupped and squeezed each of her nipples.
"So amazingly attractive," I praised her, "Watch how your nipples react to my touch." She moaned as my fingers pulled her nipples even further away from her body. She bit her lip in desire as the discomfort and pleasure spread through her nipples and reached her vagina. "You like that, don't you?"
She nodded bashfully.
"Witness your face as it becomes more and more enamored. You're so appealing!" I watched her as she observed her body in a different light. She could see that her beauty was captivating.
"Now, move forward... that's right, place your hands on the mirror," I prompted as I firmly held her head with my hands. I could feel her shivering as I glided my hand over her skin, slowly making its way towards her smooth derrière. Gaze fixed on the mirror, she and I locked eyes as I pulled down her briefs, which subsequently fell at her feet.
"Your breasts are impeccable as they sway at such an enticing angle," I breathed, "I could easily be beneath you, suckling on your nipples right now." Using both hands, I ventured down the crack between her buttocks. Swiping past her anus and venturing towards her vagina, I paused to gaze at her reflection in the mirror. "Or, I could stand behind you and penetrate your anus." My hands traced the area near her clitoris.
"Yet you want me to do something else, don't you?" She looked at me shyly in the mirror. "Do you desire me to suck on your vagina again, my darling?"
She averted her gaze as shyness and hesitation crossed her face.
"I mean, do you want it?" I pursued more clarification.
With a slight shake of her head, she murmured, "Uhm, yes."
"Tell me, please." I placed my fingers on top of her clitoris while maintaining eye contact through the mirror. The thought of saying aloud what she had never thought she would say to me left her feeling exposed. I smiled and traced her clitoris with my fingers, causing her to moan loudly.
"Want... or need?" I asked softly in the mirror.
She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and responded shakily, "Need!"
"Remain where you are with your hands on the mirror." I released her from my grasp. Squatting down, I positioned myself below her and gripped her hair with both hands. I witnessed her shuddering as her fingertips slid across her skin, and even lower to her ripe derrière.
I spread her cheeks, exposing her most intimate parts. She momentarily hesitated, her eyes still glued to the mirror, until she noticed me standing up.
"Your breasts look marvelous as they dangle below you." I voiced my admiration to her as my fingers ran along the crack of her buttocks. She shivered, unsure of what was to come, and I cautiously explored her tight hole. "Hmm, perhaps I should sit below you and suck on your charming bosom right now," I mumbled, swiping her anus with my fingers, and placing one within her wet, eager vagina.
"You want me to tongue your vagina again, don't you?" I could see it inching closer to her lips.
Panting, she nodded her head slightly while staring at herself in the mirror.
Halting my actions, I stepped away and guided her to stand. Our faces came into close contact; she panted and groaned, her body twined against mine.
"Do you realize how enticing you are?" I revealed. "Look at your puffy cheeks... drenched in desire. You have completely forgotten about your friend, and are now striving to consume every ounce of male pleasure." I slipped my tongue between her lips and invaded her mouth a second time, becoming more forceful. She panted and moaned, molding her body against mine.
I concluded our passionate embrace and spoke pensively, "So beautiful, in every aspect."
She gave a small smile, still panting heavily. "Thank you," she murmured as she put her hand on my chest, hugging me close. My cock was pulsing against her thigh and she lightly rubbed against it. I lay my hand over hers and gently moved it lower and lower, settling it on my cock.
I just looked down at her as she shivered, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes, guessing what I wanted. Then I simply nodded my head.
She licked her lips and slowly knelt in front of me. "Let's get rid of these," she whispered, her hands going to my belt and unbuckling it, then the button on my jeans. I watched as she pulled my jeans down, my shorts showing a large tent in front of her face.
She helped me step out of them and tossed them to the side. She looked hapless and desperate as she knelt in front of me, my cock pointing angrily at her. Her eyes were fixated on the bulge in my shorts, her fingers moving closer, barely touching it before sliding along its length, in awe and excitement. When her fingers reached the tip, she looked up at me again, silently asking permission to see more, to uncover more, to satisfy me.
I nodded, almost inconspicuously, but she saw it. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and gently pulled them down. Her face was inches from my hardness as she helped me out of my shorts and threw them aside. I knew she was trembling when her gaze returned to my shaft, her hand reaching out to hold it.
"Perfect," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss and lick the tip, tasting my pre-cum, her tongue twirling around and around the head.
I sighed, her tongue felt wonderful on me. Encouraged, she parted her lips and let the tip slip between them and into her warm, wet mouth. She didn't go deep the first few times, content with just keeping the head barely inside while her tongue moved over and around it. It felt amazing!
Her fingers curled around the shaft and began stroking, slowly moving her mouth up and down, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with every stroke as her hand moved faster beneath it. I felt her hum vibrate deep into my core, causing delightful sensations to spread through my body. I felt her tongue caress the underside of my shaft every time she rose, sealing her lips, and softly sucking on me.
"I adore the sensation of your mouth on my cock... so fucking good," I sighed softly, gazing down at her. She was an image of pure sexuality. Her lips were wrapped around my cock, her eyes softly closed, her face showing a look of intense pleasure and desperation.
"Mmmm," she moaned, sending erotic vibrations through my body. When she opened her eyes and looked up at me, I felt my body tense, close to cumming. She pulled off my cock, her saliva coating it completely, her hand stroking all the way to the tip. She gave me a smirk, one that told me she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
She was driving me wild. "Oh, yeah... Oh God, you look so fucking stunning with my cock in your mouth."
She started licking and sucking on the head, her tongue swirling over the tip once more as her hand pumped more fervently up and down my shaft. I shuddered with the sensations coursing through me and she looked up at me, watching me, grinning.
"It's so fucking good," I panted, barely able to remain standing.
"It's so fucking good, what?" she asked, grinning deviously, her hand continuing its long, up and down, fast stroking. "Call me mommy."
I looked down at her, smiling back, yet shocked by the unanticipated turn of events. This was... surprising. Stimulating. This was... exhilarating. I licked my lips and in a soft, demanding, wanting tone, said "I love how you suck my cock, mommy."
"Mmm, I love being called that," she whispered, sinking my cock even deeper into her mouth. She was almost choking on it as she deep-throated me. I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand much more of this. She pulled off me and then returned to me, time and time again, stroking with her hands whenever her mouth wasn't filled with me.
I grabbed her hair after several minutes, fearing I would cum too soon. I pulled her away and up to her feet. "Enough!" I gasped, my other hand having to grab her wrist to keep her from stroking me as well. I was beyond hard and throbbing with desire. I wanted to be inside her desperately.
I leaned in and kissed her passionately, my tongue clashing violently with hers. It felt as if I was taking a deep breath and sucking the very life out of her, but I couldn't help it. She had led me to the brink of insanity and I was there, on the verge of surrendering.
"My cock craves to be inside you, mommy," I gasped roughly as I bent her over once more, her palms once again resting on the mirror. I used my foot to spread her legs wider, while I placed myself behind her. Her ass was extraordinary and I could tell she was drenched for me. [
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Glancing at her in the mirror, her visage exhibited her desperation and craving. She was panting, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide open, fixed on me. She was truly a stunning, alluring woman. She simply needed to let go.
I approached her, positioning my erect penis against her buttocks as my fingers clutched the hook of her hips. She gasped a tad as I surged forward a bit, ramming my pelvis against her butt cheeks, pushing her head nearer to the mirror.
I smirked at the reflection. "Wait a moment... mommy. This'll be a challenging ride."
She smirked, relishing the fact that I was going to take her. That I wouldn't be just another guy who had sex with her. Certainly not me; my cock was going to utilizing her. Rough and rapid. Precisely what she desired.
"Yes," she moaned as she pressed back into me, seeking more of my cock. "Let's do this."
My hips moved back somewhat, gliding my penis along the crevice of her hindparts. I perceived a quiver, as if contemplating where I was truly heading... her bottom or her vagina. I laughed... the decision could be made later for that. For now, I required her vagina.
My penis detached itself as it passed the curve of her bottom, bobbing perfectly for her vagina. I inched forward, tightening my grasp on her hips, until the pinnacle of my cock pressed against her moistness.
"Yes! Oh God, yes... do it!" she uttered while shaking and I could sense her body trembling.
I plunged myself to the root in one forceful thrust, jerking her hips off balance, attempting to avert a collision with the mirror. Our bodies crashed into each other with a slap and she gasped with surprise and pure pleasure. I slowly retreated and then slammed back in. It felt remarkable. She felt so wonderful. Her vagina was tightly hugging my penis, caressing it, as I moved in and out, ramming against her bottom with every forceful thrust.
Her knees were almost giving way from the pleasure she was experiencing. In the mirror, her eyes were clenched tightly shut, her mouth ajar as she inhaled sharply, screaming with each thrust. She collapsed forward, the side of her face pressing against the mirror, her hands limply resting against it, attempting to maintain her balance as I shoved in and out once more.
Her body began quivering as she climaxed, her legs shaking, her breasts bouncing beneath her. She meowed in pleasure as the juices ran down her thighs and over my cock. I felt them trickling from my testicles as I intensified my grip on her hips, slamming even more vehemently, in and out, in and out.
I could sense the pleasure overtaking me, escalating and dominating my physique. Instructionally, my gaze interlocked with hers and I climaxed. It shot from the depths of me, gushing profusely within her. I discerned her womb clasping and extracting every drop from me.
We stood there, her leaning over and failing to stabilize herself, hands on the mirror. My fingers upheld her hips, my penis sheathed within her vagina. I was panting, my mind still hazy from the excess pleasure. I experienced my organ deflating and I removed myself, her wrapping arms around her waist, leaning against the mirror.
Her skin was flushed, and she was panting as she just stared at me.
"You can't disclose this to anybody!" she demanded, softly. "Not one individual."
I looked at her, barely perceiving what she was saying.
"No one can recognize us, primarily your mother," she whispered, seizing my shoulders and turning me towards her, compelling me to understand the predicament.
"No one shall know about this, I vow," I affirmed, eye contact with her.
She turned away and made her way to her room, glancing back at me.
"So, are you coming?" she inquired.
I stared at her, bewildered.
"You're not done?" she inquired calmly.
I grinned, sprinting toward her. On viewing me running, she twirled on her heel and sprinted toward her room, accompanied by her high-pitched voiced screams.
Ultimately, I spent the evening with her in her bed... and then the entire week. I ventured back home several times but my mother never uncovered our indiscretions. After my graduation, I relocated to Chicago for work, leaving Emmanuelle. Neither one of us had illusions of our relationship enduring long term. Yet, the time I spent with my MILF was sensational.
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