Move to the matriarch

You've never felt your cock this hard before, nor have your balls ever seemed quite so full as they are now. Though you feel like you have cum twice, and have in a certain sense, your system is backed up from your inability to let loose on the asian girl. You consider turning her over and rutting her pierced tits till you give her her first piece of jewelry, but decide against it. You've just had the tightest fuck of your life, but what you really want now, is to feel warmth and softness completely encompassing your cock. The pleasant squeeze of the teen's tits' is not what you want right now ... what you want is currently hanging off your hand, not your cock.

You slowly pull yourself out of the still iron grasp of the asian's pussy. She shudders again, still high on her lingering orgasm, and slumps to the floor weakly once you have extricated yourself. You give her one last smile as she curls up on the steps, and lightly plays with her nipple piercings, before adjusting your attention over to the hot mamma cumming on your hand.

The woman has already passed the peak of her orgasm, and pulls your hand away from its work on her pussy. With your attention fully redirected towards her, you realize what a treat you still have in store. You guess this woman to be in her mid thirties, but she has a body that would put most women in their twenties to shame. It is most certainly the body of a woman, and not that of a girl; big full hips, a solid but not overly thick waist, long and curvaceous yet toned and trim legs, a broad chest sporting a gorgeous and firm pair of tits that are straining against her cocktail dress, and a shapely neck supporting her beautiful head. Her head is covered in red ringlets, a firey orange hair that screams sensuality.

The woman turns over so that she is sitting on the stairs in front of you, her legs spread wide and her dress hiked up and scrunched around her waist. You look down at her spread legs to see that they are smooth shaved, indeed, that every part of her seems to be smooth shaven, but for her pubic hair, which is as red as the hair on her head and closely trimmed, and carefully shaved into the design of flames arising above her labia. Her skin is pale, a creamy golden; you would not even realize that she has a tan, but for the milky pure white skin marking out the tanline of her thong. You watch with open lust as she effortlessly slips a slender pair of fingers into her pussy, then spreads the wetness around her outer labia and clit. You notice with slight surprise that she is wearing a wedding band.

You look up to her face, and realize that she has been watching you all the while. Your surprise at seeing that she is attached must have registered on your face, for she smiles broadly, mischeviously. She has a beautiful face, a shapely chin and piercing green eyes to go with the red ringlets that adorn her head. She quietly asks you, "does it bother you, that I am married?"

"No, ma'am," you croak back, your throat dry. The woman chuckles. "Please ... don't call me 'ma'am.' Tracie is my name, and I would prefer that over 'ma'am' or 'miss' or 'mizz' or 'missus,' heaven forbid. If none of those work, 'goddess' or 'baby' or 'wench' are all fine by me, too." She smiles again, widely, and as she gives this little speech, she pulls down on her cocktail dress, letting her breasts fall out the top. When she releases the fabric of the dress, they ride high and firm, but they are just soft and shapely enough to be obviously real. Her areolas are large and pink, and the slightly darker nipples in the center of them already hard.

Tracie removes her hand from her pussy, and beckons you down towards her with it. You lean over, and she reaches out and hooks your mouth with it, latching her fingertips inside your cheek. She pulls your face down next to hers, and you suck on her fingers as the taste of her pussy fills your mouth. She sucks on your ear, a long slow kiss, as she fumbles for one of your hands with her free one, and directs it to her pussy. You run your hand across the smooth skin and the soft fur that decorates her lower, lower belly. Though you are bent over, at a strange angle, you feel very comfortable.

Tracie playfully nibbles on your ear, then releases it, to ask you what you most desire. She makes the choice difficult; your hand explores the soft folds between her legs as her mouth moves deftly and hotly across your neck. She stops suddenly, withdraws her face from your neck and her hand from your mouth, and softly pushes your exploring hand away. She leans back, arching her back, her legs, with slightly bent knees, spread wide open to you like a giant M, her chest thrust outwards, her tits defiantly raised with nipples pointed towards the ceiling, and her jaw slack and opened wide.

She lets her eyes flutter closed, making it clear that the choice between her skillful mouth and her soft insides is yours. No doubt you could take it to her chest as well, if you really desired to do so.