In Mrs. Allen's ass

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mrs. Allen snapping at you. "What are you doing?! Don't slow down! Fuck me harder! Faster!"

But you have other ideas. Sliding your dick out of her wet sheath, you instead position your head against her gaping asshole. Her stretched sphincter offers minimal resistance and your cock head slips inside with a "pop".

Taken by surprise, Mrs. Allen looks over her shoulder at you, a look of shock on her face. "Oh my God! What are you doing!?" she exclaims, trying to pull away from you.

Ignoring her protests, you keep hold of her hips, preventing her from slipping away. "I just couldn't resist Mrs. Allen! Seeing how much you enjoyed my thumb up your ass, I figured you'd enjoy my dick even more!"

"Alright David" she says, relenting. "Just start slow, and give a girl some warning next time."

"Oh, so there's going to be a "next time" Mrs. Allen?" you ask, catching on to her phrasing.

"If you play your cards right, there may be. Now stop talking and slide that dick in my ass!"

It's obviously not Mrs. Allen's first time having anal; she relaxes quickly, allowing you to push half your length inside her. Keeping you movements small at first, you allow her accommodate to your girth, before picking up your speed. Her ass feels like a tight, lubed-up fist, squeezing your cock, putting pressure on all the right places. The moment you've established a pace you think you'll be able to maintain, you suddenly feel one of Mrs. Allen's hands reach been her legs. The unanticipated pressure and sensation of her two fingers rubbing against the underside of your cock assaults your senses as she begins finger-fucking herself.

Mrs. Allen begins moaning out encouragement to you. "Oh God, yes! Fuck that ass David! Give it to me!... Oh, Yes! YES!"

With the tightness of her ass, her fingers rubbing you, and her dirty encouragement, you know you won't be able to hold out for very long. Wanting to burn this memory in your brain, you take in the view of your dick sliding in and out of her tight, brown hole, the globes of her ass jiggling with each thrust, and the beads of water glistening across the small of her back. You take in the flowery smell of her body wash, the sound of her moans filling the air, and the heat of the water hitting your back. The feel of her soft ass cheeks yielding against the pressure of your hips with every thrust forward and your bodies slipping against each other's, slick with soap and water. Within moments, your loins begin to tighten, signaling your rapidly approaching orgasm. "Oh shit Mrs. Allen! You're gonna make me cum!" you warn her.

Mrs. Allen's fingers are slamming in and out of her saturated pussy, her ass shakes and jiggles with every one of your thrusts into her. "That's ok David... oh... ungh... I'm close too! Oh David! ...Oh!...Oh! ...Yes! I want you to cum in my ass! I want to feel you dripping out of my asshole! Fill me up with your cum! Fuck! Fuuuccckkkk!!!"

Slamming yourself deep into Mrs. Allen, you feel her muscles clench around you as you unleash the first blast of your seed into her colon. "Uuunnngggghhh!!!!" you scream out, your dick pulsing inside her, emptying wave after wave of cum from your balls. "Ungh! Ungh! Fuuuck!" As the last of your cum empties into her, you place a hand on the shower wall to brace yourself while staying imbedded inside her anal sheath. Chest heaving, you try to catch your breath while allowing yourself a moment to enjoy the feeling of your cock being squeezed by her ass. Dropping your head back and closing your eyes, you let the shower hit your face to rinse you off. As your breathing slows, you begin to soften and your cock slips free with a "plop", allowing your semen to drip from her stretched-out hole, down her thighs and onto the shower floor, where it gets washed down the drain. Exhausted, you collapse onto the bench next to Mrs. Allen and pull her onto your lap.

"Shit Mrs. Allen, you're incredible! I can't believe how hard you made me cum! After this, I'm gonna have trouble not fantasizing about you and calling out your name when I fuck your daughter! So, what do you think, will there be a next time?"

"Oh David, I don't know if that's a good idea. I told you I don't make a habit of fucking my daughter's boyfriends. Don't you agree that we'd both be better off making this a one-time thing?"

"I don't think so Mrs. Allen. I think you enjoyed this as much as I did and just think of how much easier it would be for you to have me take care of you when your husband is out of town, instead of trying to sneak someone else in here. If anyone sees me, they'll just think I'm here to see Tia."

Mrs. Allen seems to think about this and doesn't immediately dismiss your proposal. Saying nothing, she climbs off your lap and finishes her shower, taking the time to wash out the cum from her well-fucked ass. Turning off the shower, she climbs out and wraps herself in her robe, then hands you a towel to dry yourself off with before walking back into her bedroom. You follow her out and watch her climb under her sheets into her bed before she finally speaks to you again. "We really are done for tonight, David. I don't think I can handle any more, and it's definitely not a good idea for you to stay here. I won't say this will be the last time though. You make some good points and I really did enjoy you. Why don't you go home and sleep on it. If you still think you want to do this again, we can figure out how to make it work. If you change your mind, though, I understand and won't hold you to it."

"OK Mrs. Allen. I'll sleep on it, but I can guarantee I won't change my mind." you tell her as you begin gathering your clothes. "The only thing tonight did was make me want you more." Bending down, you pick up her black G-string and hold it up for her, a sly grin on your face. "This is coming home with me tonight so I can smell you while I masturbate thinking about you tomorrow morning." You get yourself dressed, slip the G-string in your pocket, then let yourself out the way you came in and make your way back home.

As you walk home, you think about how things between yourself and Tia just became a lot more complicated. You love her, but you found out today you also love fucking her mom. You wonder if you'll be able to keep things secret then fast-forward things in your head and think about what would happen if you ever married Tia. You smile as you think about dinner tonight and decide family gatherings with Mrs. Allen as your mother-in-law could be very interesting.