Her hand on my chest moved lower, tracing the muscles of my stomach, and she brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was powerful, and intense. I pushed a second, then a third finger inside her, twisted them, moved them in and out, listened to her soft moan.
“I love the way you touch me.”
Rocking my fingers inside her I worked her clit with my thumb, a teasing circular motion. Her hips moving with me I tugged the tie around her neck and the dress fell from her chest; Mrs. Hollins gasped when chilled air met flushed breasts.
I considered taking Mrs. Hollins into my arms and heading for the bedroom, but I wanted it to be a long-term thing, best to give her the full treatment. I covered her right breast, caressed the firm flesh; her nipple throbbed, stiffened.
Then, her head on my shoulder, she said, “It’s time to unwrap my present,” undid my belt and button, unzipped me, pushed a hand inside.
“Very nice, thick and fat.”
Holding her to me I moved my fingers in her sex, a little faster, a little harder, and rocked my thumb on her clit. The intensity of her moans increased and she was soon jabbing her hips into my hand.
I’m going to fuck you Mrs. Hollins.”
“Mmmhhh.”
“Like I fuck your daughter.”
“Mmmmmhhhhhh.”
“Fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
“Mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh.”
“Like I fuck your daughter.”
“Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh.”
“I’ll dick you to your heart’s delight.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“And no one will know, they’ll just think I’m balling your daughter, but I’ll be balling you.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“That’s what you want isn’t it?”
“Mmmmnnnnnmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Isn’t it.”
“Mnnnnnmmmnnmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Say it.”
“I, I, I…”
“Say it.”
She bit my shoulder and said, “Yes Michael… mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh,mmmm, that’s… mmmhhhhhhhhhhh, what… mmmmmmm, I want… mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
I pulled on her nipple, her moan grew louder and higher in pitch.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmm mmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnn mmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Curling my upper body I took the nipple into my mouth.
“I’m…”
Licked it, hard.
“…fricking…’
Rolled it between my teeth.
“…fricking…, fricking…, fricking…”
Bit it.
“…coommmmiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggggg.”
With an animal sound that filled the room her body jerked, her breast ripped from my mouth, and I curled my fingers, jammed them into her g-spot. Pinned on those fingers, she let out a hyena howl and came again. Juice pouring from her, she shaked shuddered rattled whimpered, then croaked out, “Stop, stop, stop, please stop, can’t… take… any… more.”
I slid my fingers from her sex and, head buried on my chest, she clung to me, quivering, sucking in air, the orgasm continuing to echo through her wracked lovely form, until she slumped against me and said in a shaky voice, “I’m so glad… I raised… my daughter… to share.”
I held her awhile, kissed the top of her head, and said, “Maybe its time we got naked.” She stood and the dress slipped from her body; Mrs. Hollins, her wiry form the template for her daughter, stood before me, skin flushed, naked but for red silk panties.