“I’ve been ready.”
She lay on her back and, hooking my fingers in her panties, I peeled them from her moist pussy – they clung for a moment – pulled them off her body, slid my finger through wet labial lips.
“You have a pretty pussy Mrs. Hollins. Nice and smooth.”
She moaned, then purred, “Y’now, you can call me Theresa.”
“Somehow Mrs. Hollins is sexier.”
“As you please, stud. Now fuck me, fuck Jennie’s Mama.”
I rolled between her legs, she placed me on the entrance of her sex, I began to move inside her, she winced, not a lot, but enough.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, it’s been ages and you’re a lot bigger than my husband. Do you mind if I get on top, get used to you first?”
Saying, “No, it’s among my favorite position,” I pulled out of her, rolled onto my back. She got on her knees, swung a leg over my calves, bent at the waist, took my dick in her mouth, caressed it with warm lips and velvety tongue, throughly wetting me, moved back to the vertical and, frigging my shaft walked forward on her knees, slid my cock on the face of her swollen sex, coating it with juice, took my cock-head inside herself, rocked her hips, and with a low moan said, “God, I’ve missed this,” and moved down my length, sometimes stopping, sometimes retreating, occasionally flexing her pussy, stretching herself, augmenting the copious flow of cunt cream.
She moved her hands to my chest, leaned forward, kept going, letting a pussy that had stopped receiving regular work-outs adjust itself to me. When I was all the way in she curled her fingers in my chest hair, moved her hips in an oval, said, “Damn, I see why my daughter can’t get enough. Now let’s try this.”
Moving her hands down my body until they were beside my knees, holding herself up on her arms, she leaned back, displaying her taut tight body, dropped her head, her shoulder length hair falling behind her, tightened her cunt, and rocked her hips. The motion was slight, no more than an inch, but in this position the floor of her cunt clung to the underside of my cock and the visual of her lithe undulating body was divine. Letting out a long low groan, I moved with her.
After several happy minutes she lifted her head, opened her eyes, and with a crooked smile said, “So stud, is my pussy as good as you imagined?”
“Yeah, amazing.”
She held out her hand, I grasped it, and pulling herself forward she lowered her torso to mine. I slid my arms around her waist, pressed my lips to hers, held her tight, ground into her. When the kiss ended she nestled her head to my neck and said softly in my ear, “Do you love my daughter?”
“Yes.”
Placing her hands on the floor, she pushed herself up and sitting astride me, moved the hair from her face and said, “Good, she loves you too honey, and in this family we share what we love. Can you live with that?” then placed a finger on her lips shushing me before I could answer, squeezed her powerful cunt muscles, raised herself until only my cock-head remained inside her, squeezed, and slowly again, and in complete control of her body slid down and said, “So, can you live with that?”