An after-sex chat

It takes you and Sharon some time to recover. She spends most of it slumped against you, her head resting in the crook of your neck. Her breathing has softened to the point that it almost sounds like a purr. She seems completely relaxed and content. Your softening cock is still comfortably ensconced in her pussy. It tightens around you periodically, milking you of every last drop of your cum.

Neither of you says anything, and you’re content with the silence. It’s a surprisingly tender moment considering the two of you are in a bathroom, but you suppose the solitude makes up for it somewhat. You wonder if Sharon will want you to stay over at her house tonight. Would she invite you into her bedroom this time?

The brunette stirs against you.

“Mmph. That was… nice,” she whispers before kissing your neck.

“Yeah. It was,” you agree.

Sharon hums.

“Tonight’s fine, by the way,” she says.

“Huh?”

She chuckles.

“We were just talking about our relationship and what it would mean for us to start seeing each other. You asked me out on a date. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.”

You snort.

“How could I? You’re the most beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman I know.”

She lifts her head back to place her face in front of yours. Her cheeks have reddened slightly and she gives you a considering look.

“Do you really mean that? I’m old enough to be your mother,” she says softly, but there’s a hint of resignation in her tone. You almost want to roll your eyes at how ridiculous her question is. If you were really put off by her age, you wouldn’t have had sex with her. But maybe she’s worried you won’t want to make any further commitments than that?

“I do. You’re beautiful, Sharon. I don’t care about the age difference between us. You’ve helped me a lot and right now there’s no one I’d rather spend my time with. So, of course I want to take you out and get to know you better. Unless, you’re the one who has a problem with us being together and you just want to use me for my body?”

“What? No, that’s ridiculous!” her eyes widen as she blurts out her denial. You smirk at her reaction and she slaps you again on the shoulder. “You idiot!”

You laugh at her and she slaps you again, harder this time. Just enough to sting a bit, and it only makes you laugh harder, which only makes Sharon more irritated. Her face scrunches up angrily. You’re sure she thinks she looks threatening, but you can’t help but find her incredibly cute.

“Quiet! Your sister’s only two rooms away. Do you want her to hear us?” Sharon hisses.

“No, not really. Why, would that turn you on?”

She “slaps” you again.

“No, you’re disgusting!” she flushes again. “I… I’m not ready for people to know about us. At least not until we’ve gotten to know each other better and I’ve figured out how to break it to everyone that I’m dating a teenager. God, what the hell am I going to do? Everyone’s going to accuse me of being a cradle robber. And my mother! Shit. My mom’s going to kill me when she finds out.”

You raise your eyebrows. You’d met Jared’s grandmother once a long time ago when you were still friends. They’d had you over for Thanksgiving one year. The woman had been rather stuffy and very liberal with her stern looks and piercing blue glares. She’d gleefully admonished you in front of everyone at the party for something you did or said – you can’t really remember what. You do remember being very embarrassed and wishing you could go home. Looking back on it, though, the woman had looked really good for her age, sporting still-brown, lustrous hair, large breasts with minimal sag, imperious eyebrows, and smooth, pale skin. Sharon had definitely taken after her mother in the looks department. You wonder if the years have been as kind to Sharon’s mother.

“I’m sure it’ll be alright. Say, do you want to continue this conversation downstairs?”

Sharon nods.

“Sure. That’s probably a good idea. We’ve spent so much time here it’s a miracle your sister hasn’t discovered us here yet.”

“Yeah. If she found out, she probably wouldn’t freak or anything, but she’d definitely tell Mom. I know you want to avoid word about us getting out before you’re ready, so I’ll do my best to prevent that from happening,” you say.

That earns you a small smile from her.

“I appreciate that,” she says. She leans down to give you a lingering kiss. She doesn’t keep her lips on you from long, and stands up soon after. You get an unobstructed view of her pussy. A glob of your ejaculate has accumulated along the edge of her vulva. It wiggles slightly with her movements before finally falling, dripping down into her panties which are still wrapped around her ankles. Seemingly unaware of what had just happened, she pulls up her pants and panties, shimmying slightly to get them up her deliciously thick thighs.

“Oh.”

Her expression sours.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

She shakes her head in distaste.

“Sort of. I kind of forgot you came inside me. It looks like some of your… you know, ended up in my panties. It’s pretty uncomfortable. I think I might take them off, wipe myself and just go commando until I get back home.”

You shrug. While the thought of Sharon spending a lot of the rest of today with no panties appeals to you, you also really like the idea of her wearing panties soaked with your combined juices.

“That sounds like a pretty serious problem, Sharon. Let me help you with that.”

The look of distaste she’d had on her face melts immediately. She stares ahead with blank, glassy eyes. Her mouth droops open slightly.

Your cock twitches back to life.

You stand up from the toilet and pull up your pants, tucking in your cock as you do so. While you’d love to have your way with Sharon again, your feet were starting to get sleepy after all that time on the toilet and with Sharon sitting in your lap the whole time. And like Sharon, you’re not exactly ready for Tiffany to come up to the bathroom and discover the two of you in here. You’ll probably have to wait until you’re back at her house before you can fuck her again. That doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with her in the meantime, however.

“You’ve decided that you’re going to keep your panties on after all. The feeling of my wet cum smearing against your pussy makes you feel… comfortable, so there’s no need at all for you to clean yourself off and go commando. You actually prefer your panties to be soaked in my cum. When no one is looking, you like squishing your cum-soaked panties into your pussy. It’s a constant reminder of our closeness.”

Sharon remains standing still. Her eyes are still glazed over as whatever arbitrary time limit put in place by your trigger ticks down. You lower your eyes to stare at her breasts. They’re still confined within her blouse, but her nipples are hard. They poke stiffly through the material of her top.

Her breasts are large and ripe. You can resist making a grab for them. You reach your hands beneath her blouse and start groping her. She lets out a soft moan, but doesn’t react otherwise. You move your thumbs upward and press them against her nipples, swirling them around.

“Mmmm…”

Her eyes are still blank and glazed over. She doesn’t react as you continue to twirl your thumbs around her hard nipples.

After a few moments, she blinks.

“What the…” she looks down. Her eyes widen when she sees your hands groping her breasts beneath her blouse. “How did you manage to get your hands on my boobs without me noticing?”

She shakes her head and sighs.

“Nevermind. I was probably distracted thinking about what we did earlier. You’ve… we’ve done so much together lately I guess you don’t really have to ask me if you want to touch my… my breasts. Oh!” she jumps slightly when you pinch her nipples. “Ow, that hurt!”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

She shakes her head.

“It’s fine. Just, be careful. They’re sensitive,” she raises her eyebrows. “Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to go downstairs?”

You nod.

“I did. Let’s go down to the living room. We can hang out on the couch there until Mom gets back.”

You take your hands off her breasts. For a moment, you could have sworn Sharon almost looked disappointed.

You brush past her to the bathroom door and open it. You stick your head out into the hallway. Your sister’s door is still closed and you can hear the muffled sounds of her music in the hallway. Good. It doesn’t seem like she suspects you and Sharon have done anything.

“The coast is clear,” you tell Sharon, and you enter the hallway and start making your way towards the stairs.

The older woman nods and follows you down the hallway and to the first floor. You take a look out the window next to the front door, but no other cars have stopped in the driveway or on the street in front of the house. Nodding to yourself, you start wondering how long it’ll take for Mom to come home. She hasn’t had her daily trance yet – if she had, she’d have called you like you compelled her to. The thought of seeing her hypnotized in person again excites you and causes your erection to strain against your pants.

You make your way down the white-tiled entrance hallway which leads into the kitchen. It’s slightly smaller than Sharon’s, but not by much. You make a left through an entryway and find yourself in the living room. The white carpet feels soft beneath your feet. A large corner couch occupies the near corner of the room. In front of it sits a gray-white marble coffee table. On the opposite end, a wide black smart TV adorns the wall.

You hear strange squishing sounds from behind you. You look back and see Sharon with her hand pressed into her crotch. She bites her lower lip as she pushes her hand into her clothed pussy, smooshing her cum-covered panties against her cunt. She moans softly. Her eyes practically radiate pleasure.

“Wow,” you can’t help but mumble.

Sharon looks up at you and freezes like a deer in headlights. She recovers after a moment and removes her hand from her crotch, positioning it behind her back.

Huh. You guess when you’d given her the command to like having wet panties, you should have made her okay with you knowing that, too. Well, you can make that change right now if you want, but you kind of want to see how this plays out before you do anything.

You give her a knowing grin that’s sure to get on her nerves.

“And just what were you doing there, Sharon?”

Her face flushes bright red.

“N-nothing!”

Your arch an eyebrow skeptically.

“Are you sure? Because for a minute there it looked like you were rubbing your cum-covered panties into your pussy and moaning like it was the greatest feeling in the world.”

The gorgeous dark-haired MILF puts her hands on her hips and glares at you. She might actually look intimidating if not for the damp mark in the middle of her pants.

“I-I most certainly was not! And I wasn’t playing with my… with myself. I was just trying to adjust things down there because you came inside me and got my panties all wet, which I should remind you is all your fault,” her face scrunches up cutely, like she’s more trying to convince you she’s mad than actually upset with you.

You chuckle and shake your head. God, she looks so cute when she’s angry and embarrassed like this. You think you’ll let her keep getting flustered when you catch her rubbing her pussy openly.

“If you say so,” You make your way over to the couch and sit down with a loud sigh. “Did you watch any TV in here earlier?”

Sharon smiles slightly, happy to be done with the subject. She shakes her head.

“No, I mostly spent my time down here answering emails on my phone.”

“Gotcha,” you pat the brown cushion next to you. “Why don’t you sit down and relax for a bit.”

Sharon nods and sits down next to you. She grabs your arm and hugs it between her soft breasts. She rests her head on your shoulder and sighs contentedly.

“This is nice,” she says after a few moments. She lets out a deep breath and seems to relax against you.

“It is, isn’t it?” you say. “So, about that date we talked about earlier. Is there anywhere in particular you wanted to go? I’ll take you anywhere you want. My treat.”

She looks up at you from your shoulder and hums.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m more than happy to pay for dinner.”

You shake your head.

“No, you paid for the movie, so it’s only fair I foot the bill for dinner. Now, tell me where you want to eat out.”

She shakes her head.

“You’re so stubborn. Fine. If you really want to take me out on a real date, then I want to go to Vito's. It’s a new Italian place that just opened up on main street. All my friends say it’s amazing and that the atmosphere is incredible, almost… romantic.”

She whispers the last word, as if she can’t believe she said it. She lets out a quiet moan.

“God, this is really happening. I’m going out on a date with a man young enough to be my son,” she whispers.

You turn to face her. Her dark hair frames her face beautifully. She backs at you with amazement and smiles softly.

“Things definitely haven’t gone how I thought they would have over these past couple days, but…” she trails off.

“But what?” you ask.

“I’m excited. I can’t wait to see where this – our… relationship – is going.”

“Me too,” you whisper before pressing your lips to hers. She returns the kiss eagerly, moaning into your mouth.

It’s at that moment that you hear a door open somewhere else in the house. Footsteps clank against the entry hall tiles.

“Tiffany, we’re home!” your mother announces.

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