“Go, upstairs, now.” Kitty scurried off like a shamed squirrel who had dropped the walnut, as Kitty mom’s impassively stared at me. And was it my imagination, or was she really staring at my still-exposed and very hard cock? “I’ll next deal with this not-so-young man.”
Mrs. Haden waited until she heard the door to Kitty’s bedroom slam shut. She looked at me. I looked at her. She looked at my cock, longer than she needed to, so I thought. I looked down at her robe and tried to envision what was under it, though from what little I could tell, it was apparent where Kitty had inherited her beauty.
Finally, after what seemed like forever (isn’t it funny how awkward silence seems infinitely prolonged?), she spoke. More specifically, she uttered an inquiry in a surprisingly husky voice.
“My daughter is still a virgin, I presume?”
I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing I could respond to this question truthfully. “Yes, ma’am, she is, I swear.” I began to tug at my cock, trying to place it back into its rightful hiding place, but was interrupted by one raised index finger by Mrs. Haden.
“Stop.”
My hands went to my sides, in immediate compliance. ‘Might this get interesting?’, I mused, against all hope.
Even in the dim illumination of the living room past midnight, I could swear I could detect a playful glimmer in Kitty’s mother’s eyes. Her manicured fingertips dropped to the belt once more and she started to leisurely loosen it from the tight knot, as my cock, which had never gone limp, rose to even greater arousal.
“It’s only fair,” said the older woman, as the robe eased off of her waist. “I’ve seen yours.” The robe dropped to the carpet, revealing a full set of mature and only slightly sagging full breasts, a surprisingly flat stomach; and a perfect sunlit-gold-brushed puff of silky pubic hair just above her slit;
She lifted one hand to her pink nipple and tugged on it teasingly, while the other lowered to nestle between her sweet thighs, and one long finger curled beneath her light yellow bush.
“Now, you’ve seen mine.”
I gasped audibly, somewhat in surprise at this turn of events, but mostly in sincere appreciation of her body, which by any measure, was more than college-cheerleader-worthy.
She walked towards me slowly, one had still tucked between her legs and now swirling around inside her cunt in leisurely strokes, and breathed seductively at me. “Your cock is beautiful.” I could only nod. What does a man say in that situation, when your girlfriend’s mom has commented favorably upon the size of your exposed cock, inches from her own pussy? Does Anne Landers have an appropriate retort for that?
She continued, reaching out to grab my shaft in one hand while lowering her torso down, down, slowly, spreading her legs for balance. Was this really happening?
Mrs. Haden brought her hand to her lips, provocatively dribbled a small stream of spit onto her palm, and began to lubricate my length with her saliva. “John, that’s your name, right?” Again, I only nodded, I wasn’t about to waive my Miranda rights yet, figuring anything I said could and would be used against me in the court of Kitty’s mom.