Keep massaging

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you say to yourself. “She probably had an itch or something” you think, trying to come up with some other reason for her hand between her legs. Mrs. Allen’s next words quickly let you know that you weren’t imagining anything, though. “Oh David, this is unbelievable! It’s no wonder my daughter screams in ecstasy when you fuck her! My pussy is soaked through just from you working on my shoulder. I can only imagine what you could do to me if you wanted to get me off”.

Your hands stop mid-stroke as Mrs. Allen’s words register. “Uhhh, Mrs. Allen, I’m not really sure what to say to that, or if we should even say anything more about that.”

Mrs. Allen turns around in the chair and looks up at you with a devilish grin on her face. “Now’s not the time to be shy,David. You certainly weren’t shy when you had your thumb in my daughter’s ass and that huge cock in her pussy.” As she says this, she places her hand on the bulge protruding from your shorts and begins stroking it up and down. “When I got home from shopping, I heard the two of you in her room and had to have a look. I got so turned on watching you pound my daughter from behind, wishing that is was me on my hands and knees instead of her.” She starts undoing your shorts, sliding them down over your ass and letting your engorged member spring free, inches from her face. Mrs. Allen flicks her tongue out, licking from the underside to the tip of your cock head. Grasping the base of your shaft, she quickly guides you inside her mouth, making it half-way down before gagging on it. She withdraws you from her throat, leaving your dick coated with her drool. “Mmmmmm, you taste delicious” she says, rising from her seat. Her hands grab underneath her pink, sports bra and pulls it over her head in one, smooth motion, letting her breasts spring free. Hard, pink, nipples sit on half-dollar sized areola that are a shade darker than the surrounding flesh, and centered on her tear-drop shaped breasts resting on her chest. She shimmies out of her capris, revealing that she’s not wearing any underwear, and exposing neatly groomed pubic hair in the shape of a triangle. “I’m going to suck you off some more, and then you’re going to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk after. Got it?”

All rational thought is now gone from your head and all you can think about is having sex with this hot, horny, sexy MILF in front of you. You nod agreement, a grin spreading across your face as you kick off your shoes, step out of your shorts and take off your shirt and socks.

Mrs. Allen drops to her knees and takes you back into her mouth, working you down inch by inch until her nose is pressed against your pelvis. Grabbing hold of your ass cheeks, she begins to work her head back and forth, fucking you with her throat. Unable to control yourself, you place your hands on the side of her head and begin moving with her, increasing the length of your shaft that’s sliding out of her mouth before sliding back in. Sensing that you may be getting a little too into her deep throating, Mrs. Allen places her hands on the front of your hips and pushes herself off your pulsing cock.

Brushing her knees off, she stands up and grabs your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. Thrusting her tongue between your lips, she finds yours and twirls circles around it. As she pulls away from you, you exclaim “Holy shit Mrs. Allen! That was phenomenal!”

“Thank you, David. I loved how your thick meat filled my mouth and I was soooo tempted to finish you off, but I need my pussy stretched and filled. And David, I think we’ve gotten to the point where you can start calling me Brenda now, don’t you?”

You smile at her comment. “I guess so, Brenda”.