Its Mrs Richmond (again)

His phone said 3.05pm. Shit. He had slept for 2 hours! He must have needed it he guessed, and crossed to the door barefoot with a yawn without thinking who might be on the other side then swung it open.

Mrs Richmond smiled and stepped in without being invited. "Hi John!", she greeted him."I'm glad I ran into you today. I wanted to come and say thanks for everything. You know". She carried a small bag and a little box emitting a pleasant smell.

She looked about herself at his uncared for home, making him feel a little embarrassed. She had dressed to impress he noticed. her hair was up; Her cleavage was working well for her and her skirt was unfeasibly tight. She looked much better!

"I thought so, you need a woman's touch!" she said and began lifting chip packets from the floor. "Here, you try this while I get to work", she said and handed him a plate with a large slice of warm pie on it, at which he hesitantly accepted and sat back down on the sofa and began to eat. Mrs Richmond meanwhile pulled on a pair of yellow rubber cleaning gloves and got to work. Before long she had the kitchen and lounge cleared and was working on cleaning the windows and behind the cooker. John sighed. It appeared that her gratitude extended to cleaning his house, which was ok, but no more. He supposed his balls could do with the break and relaxed to let her get on with it.

As he finished the pie, she produced a beer, opened it handed it to him and flicked on the TV with he remote. "Here, watch something to keep you out of trouble. I'll call you when I need you".

"Um,... ok". he said, and settled back to a gameshow, trying to ignore the middle aged woman bustling around with bleach, polish and other cleaning products.

She disappeared into his bedroom after a while and came out with sheets to put in the hamper. John said nothing, knowing better than to interrupt. At one point though she called through from his bedroom. "Ok, can you come through now please?"

John wondered what she had done, but put the beer down and got to his feet. He guessed it would be an improvement if she had straightened the place up a bit. What he found though took his breath away. Mrs Richmond had indeed cleaned the room and made the bed, but she had put herself on it with her ass in the air. Her shoeless feet were tied to the bottom of the bed and she faced away from him into the headboard. Both her arms were handcuffed to cords tied to the corners of the headboard and her clothing had vanished!

Beside her on the bed was a small pink table tennis bat with a post-it note on it. John looked closer at it. It read "Spank me!" Hesitantly he picked it up and felt its weight. Mrs Richmond on the bed said nothing. John ran his hand over her satin covered rump. Still silence. He slid it forwards, following the line of the panties between her legs and along the front of her pussy, feeling her shiver slightly at the touch. He drew the pingpong bat back. Could he? Should he? Then thought, fuck it, and slapped her lightly on the right buttock with it, then just to balance things out repeated it on her left. Mrs Richmond jerked slightly out of reflex but made no sound.

Amazed, and watching her ass ripple slightly, he gave it a few more light whacks causing sharp cracks to ring out through the room. Suddenly John wanted to see the effect of these and grabbed the wais band of her panties and hauled them down her thighs. Two round pink circles showed where she had been visited by the bat. Wow! He pulled it back again and slapped it on eacf of her exposed bare buttocks once more and marvelled that the shade of pink darkened ever so slightly. Pausing for a moment, he stroked her ass, feeling the warmth spread through his fingers from the glowing cheeks. Again he slipped his hand through her legs and this time slightly invading her pussy. It was soaking wet! He inserted three fingers. There was no doubt about it. Absolutely sodden. She was moving with it too, grinding against his hand. In his other hand, he brought the bat down again on her buttocks causing her to wince, but also push onto his fingers. Fuck. how into this was she?

That was enough, John's cock needed to be involved NOW. Never mind that he had already fucked two women today, one of whom was Mrs Richmond's daughter. He positioned himself carefully behind her then grabbed her by the hips and jabbed his cock deep inside her in one quick movement causing a loud intake of breath.

Her pussy was hot, wet and already in full sex mode. It felt like home! John began fucking her rhythmically and at every pull back till his bell end was almost out, he slapped one of her buttocks with an open hand, alternating between left and right with every stroke.

Mrs Richmond's face was pushed into the pillow so her moans were muffled, but definitely audible. She came for the first time in under a minute from the indroduction of John's cock, whereupon he bent over her and circled her with his arms, grabbing a tit in each hand and squeezing hard, pulling himself into her over and over again, slamming forcefully, feeling the heat from her crimson rear on his groin. This just spurred him into further frenzy fucking her with abandon, pulling her head back by the hair until he could stand it no longer and made an attempt at giving Joanna a new brother or sister as he came copiously inside her mother. The thought of Joana gave him fresh impetus and he drove home the final few strokes with determination, rocking the tied woman back and forth on the bed violently until eventually he was spent.

Eventually, letting the Milf free from the handcuffs and getting dressed again John felt that he had had enough for today, when the door bell went once more. Who the fuck...?

With just his shorts on, John peeked round the curtain to see a small party of 3 women standing at his door. He ducked back round. "You better go out the back!"

"What? Who is it?"

"Its your daughter, Joanna, with Alison and somebody else I think. Fuck!"

Mrs Richmond made not another sound but gathered her stuff up like lightning and sneaked out the rear as John pulled on a t-shirt.