“What,” it sounded bakery related? “What are kagels?”
“It’s like…an exercise for your muscles down there. My vaginal muscles. And Believe me, mine are pretty strong. Trust me,” she winked “I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“Um…don’t take this the wrong way but wouldn’t that seem inappropriate to you. I mean, I think your mother and I are pretty much dating. So with you being her daughter…”
“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” she said slapping me playfully on my leg. “My mother and I are like sisters. Well, we’re closer than you think. She’s lucky to have found a kind man like you to help us out. You’ve been so cool this week. It’s just I dunno. I can see why she likes you.” She frowned a bit in disappointment, “If I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll leave you alone.”
Not one to upset a pretty girl, “I’m sorry, you’re beautiful and really attractive, but I just don’t wanna be that guy. I’m lucky to have met her the first time. So now to have her back in my life and then lose her would be too much. If she found out we were fooling around. It would all blow up in my face. I just don’t want to upset her and she means a lot to me. Not to mention, it seems like she’s been through enough.”
“Oh trust me, she won’t be upset. If anything I think she’ll be thrilled.” With that, she lifted herself off of me. I could then clearly see her wet pussy was soaking through her shorts and into mine. She took off her shorts and halter top to confirm my belief that she was not wearing any panties or bra. “Lift up for me,” I moved my butt up and she slid my shorts and underwear off at one time. “Sorry about your shorts, I get really really wet. I’ve been ruining clothing and furniture since I was a teen,” she said it in a sing-song way as though she’s heard it many, many times. “I think that’s why my Grandma wants me out.” She threw my shorts and underwear to the side and stood before me. With one hand she cupped her pussy, caught some of her dripping juices, which was a milky white in color just like her mothers and began to smear it all over my throbbing cock. “I’ll do my kagels, we’ll watch a movie. You’ll like it.”
She then turned to face back towards the TV, and sat her pussy right on my cock, slowly impaling herself so she could adjust to my size. Then she leaned back against me and brought her legs back up to once again sit Indian style on my lap, only now with my throbbing cock balls deep in her scorching hot pussy. I could feel her hip bones bury into my pelvis, her being so light, there was little discomfort. Was this really happening or have I fallen asleep and am dreaming all of this? “Oh wait,” she jumped off running into her room, our genitals made a soft wet popping sound as we parted. She came out smiling. “Sorry, I needed to get a towel. Mind getting up for a second?” When I did she placed the towel down on the couch where I was sitting, laying it out nice and neat. If she is anything like her mother, this is going to get messy.
“Is this gonna get messy?”
“Oh, sometimes I can get a lot of grool going. Sorry.”