The blonde mom

With the light of the refrigerator shining on my half hard cock, I turned around to see the blonde mom standing there in her pajamas. They were light blue with white trim. The top was a button down, exposing the nape of her neck and her delicate collar bones. The bottoms were very short shorts that showed off her long toned freckled legs. I could see where Legs for Days got her best feature. I was curious if the other daughter got her perfect tits from her mom.

Before I could apologize and say anything, the mom said, “I can now see what all that noise was about coming from upstairs.”

“I’m sorry we tried to me quiet. I hope we didn’t wake you,” I said, keenly aware that she was staring at my dick.

She replied, “I don’t think it would be possible to be quiet with that inside you. I’m surprised my daughter wasn’t louder.”

“To be honest, we aren’t that compatible in that area. I was a gentleman and stopped when we realized it was too uncomfortable.”

“She didn’t get that from her momma,” she smiled and looked up at my face. “I love a nice big dick. You should see some of my toys.” She giggled.

I replied, “I got time. How about you show me, and we can see how they compare to me?”

I could see her thinking. Weighing out the pros and cons. Calculating the time until her husband would be home. Wondering what her daughter would think if she heard her mom loudly fucking and moaning.

She finally said, “I’d love to, but it might not be a good idea.”

I said, “No pressure. You just got me curious about your toys. Do you have big ones because your husband isn’t big enough to satisfy you?”

She looked offended at the question, “My husband satisfies me plenty. He’s an artist with his tongue and fingers. And he’s great at using those toys to satisfy me as well. There’s plenty of ways to satisfy a woman.” She gave me a look of disappointment, “You’re too young and haven’t learned that yet.”

“I’m young but I could fill you deeper than your husband.” I said, completely confident in myself.

She smiled, “You really are assuming my husband has a small penis.”

“No. I’m just assuming I have a bigger cock than your husband and that you’re curious how it’ll feel inside of you.”

She laughs, and I see the jiggling of her tits under her shirt. They must be big. “Alright. Tell you what. I will show you one of my toys. It’s a mold I had made of my husband’s penis. We can compare it to yours.”

I grinned, “If I’m bigger, then I get to fuck you tonight.”

She thought for a second, then said, “Okay. And if it’s bigger than you, then I get to fuck you with it.”

“Deal,” I said, confident that I would dwarf her husband’s dick.