In all fairness, pushing in deeper into me is also good in the sense that when he strokes in and out it’s like a violinist taking a long stroke against the strings and thus producing more of a sustained note than a short one. Well, I guess you could say Steve plays my pussy like a violin. He pressed harder and I could feel more of him entering me, filling me with his stiff teenage cock.
Finally my butt was tickled by his bush of pubic hair and I felt his crotch pressed against my ass so I knew he was in all the way then. We were coupled together, joined as one using the most intimate parts of our bodies. As I said, feeling him deep in me made me feel wonderful in an emotional way, knowing Steve was literally mating me in every sense of the word. Steve reached around me and massaged my small breasts as I kept one hand rubbing my pussy. He loved it when I did that because his cock could feel my pussy moving as I fingered my clit. He also knew that I loved to touch myself any chance I got plus it helped me to reach a stronger orgasm than I got with just his cock in me.
“Stay there,” I asked, “Just stay there a moment.”
He was anxious to fuck me so I knew it wouldn’t last long but I loved this moment when we first got started. On my knees with my boyfriend inside of me, I closed my eyes and squeezed down on him, marveling that this hard warm thing was filling me. It was like he was now a part of me as I accepted him. I felt so… complete I guess is the word to use. Like somehow I had been empty and missing something which now had been restored.
It only lasted a few seconds though as Steve started to literally pound my butt as his cock slipped in and out of me like a battering ram when this time I thought for sure I saw a shadow or something. Damn! If Sharon wasn’t careful then Steve was going to catch her and then who knew what might happen! Actually I’d masturbated a number of times fantasizing about what I HOPED would happen but in real life things don’t always work out the way we wish they would.
If that was true then I guess that meant this was real life to the max…
Chapter 5 – His Mom Watches Us
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Steve grunted as he pushed hard into me and I closed my eyes as his cock filled me to where I thought I might burst. When I opened them and focused, out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman entering the room. I immediately assumed it was Sharon and for a brief second I thought my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. Suddenly a voice rang out and my heart sank as I realized I was not only dead wrong about it being Sharon watching us, but completely screwed as well – and not in the way I was loving Steve doing it.
Obviously it hadn’t been NOT Sharon that was watching us all this time. No, that would have been to lucky. Instead it turned out to be Steve’s MOM! Oh… My… God!
Marlene was dressed in jeans and a blouse – not all that unlike what I’d worn over actually except she had a bra on which meant most likely panties as well. Why I even noticed that I can’t say as it’s not like she ever didn’t have them on. Just weird things you notice when you’re life flashes before your eyes. After taking a few steps in, she paused to take in the scene spread out in front of her. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Dang, just how long had she been watching us anyway and why did she wait until now to make herself known? For that matter, why wait at all or else why not just stay where she was if she wasn’t going to? It’s really amazing how many thoughts can run through your head in about one second!