“Oh, Mike, it’s been so long. So long.”
I kissed her lips then returned to that delicious breast. This time she was more prepared and let out a satisfied “Mmmmmmm!” when I sucked. I took the elongated nipple only in my mouth and sucked it, swirling my tongue around it. Then I sucked more of her breast in, opening my mouth wide to possess it.
She loved both, and fed me for a minute, her hand on the back of my head. Then I switched breasts and got a big “Aaaaaahhhh!” from the new sensation.
I couldn’t believe it: I was sucking Lori’s mother’s tits. I had sucked Lori’s tits. She “allowed” me to do it when I was a “good” boy and did her bidding and didn’t make her angry.
Lori’s tits were nothing like these. Not in size, and not in sensitivity.
I had sucked mother/daughter tits. Just that thought made me super hard.
While sucking, I took Mrs. Branch’s hand and slid it over my running shorts. Her palm made contact with the outline of my cock and she pulled her hand away like she had hit a live wire.
“What!” Mike! No! I can’t! Lori!”
I kissed her. That stopped her words. Then I took her hand again and rubbed it over my cock. There was less resistance. I took my hand away and her hand remained on the outside of my running shorts—right over my cock.
I sucked on her tits again and her hand slowly began to trace along my cock’s length.
“Oh my God! It can’t be! Mike, it can’t be this BIG!”
I took her hand and stuffed her fingers Just inside the top of my shorts and left it there.
“No!” she whispered.
“Why don’t you find out,” I said.
When i gave her a lingering kiss, I felt her hand drift lower and lower inside my shorts, sliding along my skin until she met my cockhead, which was pointing north. She hesitated and then her hand skimmed over the entire length of my naked cock.
“Oh, Mike … so big. I can’t believe it.” She grasped it and gave little tugging motions.
“You want to see it, don’t you?”
“No … no.”
“Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I stood up and dropped my shorts to the floor and kicked them aside. My cock was at full attention, pointing slightly to the ceiling.
I didn’t have to ask her to touch it. Mrs. Branch’s hand encircled it and gave it small pumps. Precum was already starting to drip.
“You’ve seen me naked. I’ve told you lots of times I wanted to see you naked. I want you naked, here and now. Get up.
She stood up, never letting go of my cock.
I undid the belt of her jeans, unbuttoned them, unzipped them and slid them over her hips and down her thighs. Then I tugged them all the way to the floor.
With a few kicking motions, she was free of them, leaving her with only a modest pair of panties. I took hold of the waistband, and her hand stopped me.
“Are you sure you want to see me—all of me?”
“I’m sure,” I said, and dragged her panties down to her ankles in one smooth pull.
Mrs. Branch had a magnificent body. Well-proportioned and muscular. Her legs, now that you could see more than her bulging calves, were equally impressive. You would never have guessed she was in her fifties.