With the wide bulbous helmet of my twitching cock now languidly swathed by her glazed lips, the last spurts of my semen flowed as I watched them drip down into her open mouth before she swallowed again and again. Both of us sat in stone-faced silence, staring into the others eyes in the glorious afterglow of orgasm. My face said “Did you really just do this to me?” and her face clearly echoed the truth that she did, and she loved it. My palms then cupped her beautiful face, tracing her jaw and her cheeks lovingly.
“I love you, Sharon. God, I just love you so fucking much.” I growled before leaning down to press my mouth to hers.
Before this moment, I had never kissed a woman following a blowjob. Not that it grossed me out, but nearly all of my ex girlfriends never bestowed me the chance. With Sharon, not only did it seem right, but also it felt so deep. There were still traces of my seed on her lips as I filled her mouth with my eager tongue. I pushed her onto her back as we made out for an eternity, bathing in the sweet afterglow of orgasm. Eventually, I stripped Sharon of those damn clothes that concealed her tan buxom flesh, giving me an abounding feast on every long supple curve of her ripe, 38-year-old flesh.
Prom eventually came, and Sharon actually came through for it. It was a great moment in my life, and to share it with the woman I was in love with made it even more special. Sharon had gone all out for it, ordering us a limousine and making reservations at one of the most elegant restaurants in nearby Louisville. She had bought a lustrous silver strapless evening gown that hugged every delicious curve, flawlessly snug around those fertile motherly hips I drooled over at every chance. That contrasted with her already tan Florida skin made her even that much sexier. With her stunning lengthy golden tresses, Sharon strode as if a regal Queen as the limo arrived at her house to pick her up. Just like another fanciful romantic film, I greeted Sharon with humility and awe, bestowing countless compliments and kisses as we sauntered back to the shiny black limousine.
Once inside the plush limo, Sharon and I fell into a loving embrace as we made out, cuddled, and admired each other’s primped up appearances for most of the trip to Louisville.
We finally arrived back at the hotel where the prom was after a candlelit romantic dinner, and at long last, I could show off my woman for the entire world to see. I was terrified, but excited to show everyone that I had brought my best friend’s mother as my date. What would people say or think with a mouth-watering, voluptuous 38-year-old in my arm? Sharon didn’t seem to mind it at all, in fact, she admitted she was looking forward to being seen with, what she called “the most handsome and mature 18 year old” at the prom. I scoffed at her compliments, but loved watching her strut her sexy body inside the dimly lit hotel. Damn, she looked so fucking sexy… that sweet big ass, all snug and tight in that awesome curvaceous dress. I had to take a few steps back so I could watch those tolling, shapely ass cheeks sway sideward as we made our way in. Her large healthy breasts, practically spilling out over the top of that dress, the deep dark cleavage that had the most tempting depth and size, putting ALL the younger prissy bitches to absolute shame.