The words flowed from him easier now… and I could tell he was becoming aroused by the memories.
“Mom being the inquisitive mom type, asked me if I liked the city. Was I lonely? How was finding a stable job going? It had been a while since I talked to her about any girls. She asked if I had met anyone, and I blushed. She said she knew most of the women I had been with were mature, but that “No girl compares with dear old mom.” so I blushed a little more. She speaks up again, saying she will always be there to help me if I am hurting… and in my head, I immediately flash back to when I was younger…”
I notice that though he still held his wine glass in one hand, his other is curled into a fist and pressed tightly against his groin.
He continued, “I was speechless. She keeps talking, very comforting in her lovely voice, saying she knows how I must still feel, how the women I like have always been like her, and she takes my hand and is caressing it. She giggles a little, with that softness in her voice that I love, and says I’ve grown up to be a handsome young man who any woman would love to be with, but that she knows I have thoughts of one special woman.. and she stands, and leads me to my bedroom.”
His voice is becoming hoarse, his breathing shallow. I know he has an erection, I can see it straining behind the zipper of his jeans.
I can’t deny my own arousal… I am wet, and I know my face and chest are flushed.
“I had seen mom undress plenty of times before, nudity wasn’t a private thing in our home. But this was different… knowing she was undressing for my pleasure… I was so speechless, and admittedly, very nervous.”
He took a drink of his wine, adjusted himself, trying to make room in his now too tight jeans.
There was no use trying to hide his erection from me, he was well endowed, and it was quite obviously becoming painful.
“It was a beautiful day in May. I remember the dress she wore so fondly… it was a lovely lavender color, it showed her cleavage. The sun was setting, the rays of sun through my window were painting her beautiful body. She asked me to stand up and kiss her. She began undressing me, and I still remember her whispering in my ear “Play with my titties baby.”
He was stroking his straining cock through his jeans, and I was grinding my pussy against a foot I had tucked under me. I was breathing heavy, Shaun had beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“After a bit she lay back on the bed, and I entered her.”
He was panting now, clearly trying to control the lust his memories had conjured up.
“Shaun…” I whispered…
“Fuck, Gayle…”
He was on me in a flash, our hands everywhere, clenching flesh, tearing at our clothing. We couldn’t get naked fast enough. We managed to make it to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes.
We were both frantic, the story had driven our lust to fever pitch.
Shaun grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, and with out apology, slammed balls deep into my waiting pussy with a loud growl.
I raised my hips and met him stroke for punishing stroke as he slammed into me again and again.
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