More foreplay

The lightening mood has restored your confidence and you gaze down at the full-figured Mrs. Cleft with undisguised lust. She looks back up at you and meets your approving gaze.

You fall to your knees at her feet and your hand slides over your breasts and down between your legs. Your fingers massage your pussy lips in a circular motion before you begin to rub your clit. Mrs. Cleft props herself up on her elbows to get a better view of the show.

"Spread your lips," she directs you, "let me see it."

With one hand resting on your toned belly you splay the fingers of the other and part your pussy lips.

"Mmmmmm," Mrs. Cleft murmurs approvingly at your juicy pink cunt.

You play with your pussy like that for several seconds before dropping to your hands and knees and crawling between her legs. You dip your head to her thigh and trail gentle licks and kisses up to her hips. For now, you ignore the inviting musk of her damp pussy and continue up her tanned belly.

She tilts her head back and moans when you reach her huge breats. Your hands massage and squeeze each milky orb and your tease her fat nipples with your tongue. Her hands cradled your head as your lips close around one hard nipple.

"Suck it," she encourages you, "taste me."

You do, drawing on her nipple and squeezing her breast. Your efforts are rewarded with a warm spray of milk across your tongue. The liquid is thin, almost like water, but sweet with a creamy aftertaste. You swallow several times, savoring her mother's milk and massage her huge breasts. She groans as you suck from her tit.

You pull your lips away and move to the other big breast, repeating the process. This time you don't swallow, allowing Mrs. Cleft's milk to fill your mouth. You carry it to her lips and as you kiss her you share her breastmilk, your tongues tangling in the sweet juice.

As you continue to kiss, Mrs. Cleft's hands roam all over your skin. She teases your sides and back, rubs your breasts, and plays with your ass cheeks. Her hand at last slides between your squirming thighs and her fingers cover your sopping cunny. She is gentle, but expert, pinching your pussy lips between your fingers and grinding your clit with the heel of her palm as your tongues intertwine.

You match her enthusiasm if not her skill and after several minutes of passionate kissing you are finger-fucking each other. You lie atop her, grinding your pussy down against her fingers and palm. She, in turn, thrusts up to meet the two fingers you are sliding in and out of her flooded cunt.

"Oh god, yessss," you cry, already cumming against her fingers.

"Cum for me," she moans, shaking her fingers inside you and working you to a frenzied orgasm. "Sweetie, cum on my hand."

You lift your head from her shoulder. Your eyes are closed and a plaintive moan is escaping your parted lips as your orgasm crashes through you. You squeeze her hands between your thighs, but she is relentless, fingers deftly holding your orgasm until you feel you might pass out.

"You're so wet," she observes.

"That was amazing," you laugh. "Did you...?"

"Not yet," she leans up to kiss you.

She breaks the kiss and her fingers slowly slide out of your pussy. You continue to massage hers, but her thrusting has become less urgent.

"Do you want me to," you wet your lips, "you know?"

"Mmmmm," she smiles and smacks your ass, "I do, sweetie, but not yet. Do you know how to scissor?"

"What's that?" You ask.

She makes two pairs of scissors with her index and middle finger on each hand. You notice one pair is glistening with your pussy juices. Then Mrs. Cleft hooks the two finger-scissors together and twists them back and forth.

"Ahhh!" Understanding hits you and you grin.

"Want to give it a go?" She asks.