Fun at the Wangs

Mark mostly saw Helen Wang in her school uniform. There were handful of occasions where he saw her wearing regular clothes but she probably looked the best in her school uniform as simple as it was. It was a short khaki skirt with a dark blue tight-fitting sweater vest over a white dress shirt with knee-high socks and penny loafers. She filled her uniform well. Unlike her mother who was on the small and slender side, Helen was taller and on the thicker side being that she played softball. Mark knew this seeing her in her softball uniform a few times. He was a bit of stalker when it came to Helen.

Stepping up to Mrs. Wang he noted the mug in her hands had tea in it and not coffee. His gaze took in her time-stopped form. He always had a thing for her, ever since he spent all those hours with her learning piano when he was younger. She was nothing but stunning in her current time-suspended state. She had a blank look on her face, her dark eyes staring way beyond anything he could see. There was a faint smirk on her thin lips. Mark caressed the side of of his former piano teacher's face and grew aroused with her lack of reaction. He ruffled her short hair which up close he could see a few gray strands. Mary Wang only wobbled stiffly in reply before he looked past her towards Helen.

Though he had both Wang women on his mind when he ventured towards their house he really couldn't wait to see a frozen Helen. Leaving Mrs. Wang in his wake, Mark made his way towards the dinning room table. Along with Helen's pricy laptop there were couple spiraled notebooks and open text books spread around. It looked like either English or literature material. There was also a mug that looked like it had coffee or cocoa in it. Helen was in shapeless pale pink night gown, her usual long black hair tied into twin pigtails her face bore a serious expression, dark eyes focused on her laptop screen while her fingers poised over the keyboard.

Even though the night gown was shapeless, Mark could tell that Helen was seated crossed legged due to how her fuzzy bunny slipper covered feet were positioned. One slipper was on the floor while the other was up and dangled off of her foot. Mark could just make out her bare foot peeking from the dangling slipper.

As his gaze took in the time-suspended Helen he could feel himself getting aroused and it reminded him why he was in that house at that very moment. In quick strides he was soon next to Helen. She only wobbled stiffly but held her pose like a store-front mannequin as Mark slid her chair back from the table. He ran his his fingers through her hair playing with her pigtails before his hands drifted south and started to grope at her breasts through the shapeless gown. Mark's member grew hard as he clearly felt Helen's breasts through the gown. The girl had on no bra.

Mark plucked off Helen's slippers and rendered her feet bare before he pushed up the gown and uncovered her muscular crossed legs. He smiled as his gaze wandered the length of her naked legs and peeked at her hot pink panties. The panties were a striking contrast between her milky thighs. Mark eyed, Helen's blank face he uncrossed her legs and ran his hand up and down her inner thighs. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his arousal grew.

Helen was stiffly stood upright. This was the first time Mark had been this close to her and it her current time-frozen state he was feeling a bit hot. She was tall really only being maybe a couple inches shorter than he was. Not being able to resist, Mark leaned in and kissed the time-suspended girl on the lips. It took him nearly all of his will power to pull back. Helen's arms were then raised up. Mark unbuttons a few buttons on the gown before he started to work the it off of Helen. The gown is soon tossed aside leaving Helen nearly naked, she is only clad in her hot pink panties.

Mark's eyes were locked on to Helen's bare breasts. He had seen Asian porn actresses before and though some had large breasts via surgical augmentation most were on the smaller side. Helen's were on the larger size, they were nicely round and capped with brown nipples. He felt like is cock was going to burst through his pants as he groped her orbs and pinched at her nipples. Unable to control himself he was soon sucking on her nipples loudly. His hand drifted south as he did so and slid down her panties. His fingers felt the hair that covered her sex before they found her pussy lips.

Helen face held the serious focus look. Her dark eyes empty and staring at nothing. She only wobbled slightly in protest as Mark jerked her panties south and took a moment to remove them from her feet. Mark let his gaze wander the length of the now naked Helen Wang. She was well muscled and curvy, it was how Mark had imagine she would look in the buff but better. She even looked more naked thanks to her hair being still in the pigtails. Her sex was covered in dark inverted triangle patch of dark coils. It was striking between her pale thighs.

Not being able to hold himself back any longer Mark pushed Helen back on the dinning room table. Her laptop and some of her text books fell to the floor as she is stiffly bent backwards over the table top. Her muscular rigid leg are parted before Mark drops his pants and boxers. His member already erected and sprang out. A beat later he was in her pumping while holding her ankles, spreading her legs wide into the splits. He did not know if Helen could even do the splits, in her current time-suspended state she was able to though.

Mark came inside of Helen, but also pulled out and squirted his juices over her stomach and breasts. The triangular bush between her legs was also glistening with his juices as well. He worked himself into sweat which surprised him since he already had so much fun earlier in the evening. He peeled off his sweat soaked shirt rendering himself naked and looked over at the elder Wang. His cock already stiff hitched up a bit more.

Helen was left on her back, her muscular legs spread wide in the splits while her arms were posed stiffly awkwardly giving her a more doll-like look. Her face still bore her blank serious look. Her dark hair was a little bit messy but was still in its dual pig tails. Mark looked back at his naked neighbor as he moved from the table and wondering if she ever walked around nude in her house. He did not know how he was going to look at her again without getting a hard on.

Stepping up to his old piano teacher, Mark removed the mug of tea from her hands. It was tossed aside. With time-stopped the mug landed somewhere with a thud, its contents still intact. Mark looked at Mary's blank smirking face as he sucked on her fingers. He remembered having to watch those delicate fingers dance over the piano keys when he was younger. With the frozen smirk on her lips, Mark imagine that his old teacher was enjoying his mouth. Just looking at Mary's time-frozen face, Mark's cock throbbed with anticipation.

Mary's arms were stiffly **** upward as Mark roughly peeled off her sweatshirt. Mary was braless under the baggy sweatshirt. She was smaller and more slender than her daughter. She had a slight gut that looked alien to her small frame. her breasts were small but nicely shaped and capped with pink nipples. Mark tossed the sweatshirt aside before he leaned in and sucked on each of her nipples. Having his fill he knelt down and started to peel her leggings south. Her shaven womanhood was soon in view as the elder Wang had gone commando. Mark sucked at her pussy as he removed the leggings the rest of the way. Mary stood with her bare arms up, she was all naked and only wobbled stiffly as Mark peeled the leggings from her feet.

Mark dropped Mary down to her knees. Her arms were then posed to that her delicate piano fingers were clutching his bare ass. Her head was leaned back. Mark pried her eyes wider and open her mouth before shoving his hard cock down her throat. He had Mary 'blow' him until her mouth was filled with his juices to the point where it dribbled over her lips.

Mary was stood back up and moved over to Helen. Her wide-eyed open mouth face was pressed against Helen's hairy snatch as Mark leaned her over. His cock was then shoved up Mary's backside. It was tight. It was just how he imagined in a dream he had so many years ago. He lets out a moan and grunt as he started to work his hips.

After a bit his time he was covered in sweat as he looked over the mother and daughter pair. Helen on her back, legs wide and Mary's bent over her her face in Helen's sex, her hands were now posed to be clutching Helen's impressive bust. He was not sure if he was done with the pair yet. Part of him felt he was while another part of him still had some dirty thoughts running through his mind. One thing was certain though, he would never look at either of the Wang women the same again.