Visit Mom & Dad

You take a last look at Lauren and take a mental photograph of the gorgeous blonde with her eyes clenched shut lying on her back in the bed so invitingly, then retreat from her room. There was more fun to be had here. You ditch your clothes at the top of her stairs and with your cock leading the way, open the door to her parents’ room.

On a king size bed in the middle of the bed, mom and dad lay quite far apart, him on the left, her on the right, and you wonder if this is the normal arrangement for them. You quickly pull the quilt from them. He is in a pair of boxers, receding, with a slight ponch. Like Lauren, she too is a blonde, but more buxom and is in a black and red trimmed satin negligee with loose matching French knickers. Its as if she knew you were coming! You consider rolling Dad onto his side to face away, but figure he’s not going to be watching you and he’s going to hear everything whatever you do so decide to ignore him. You run your hands along the sensual satin nightwear up to her breasts. She is a little heavier than her daughter, but for her age she is doing well you think, and her tits were big. Proper, grown up big. What is that C-cup, D? you don’t know, but her right tit feels big in your hand. You marvel at its heavier more substantial constituency than Lauren’s and begin to knead the titty cookie dough once more, this time gripping them more firmly, causing Mom to clench her teeth as she lay there immobile. Cock raging now, you look down and realise that the knickers are airy and loose. Smoothing the material into her pussy with your left hand once, you then push your hand up the leg and feel your first hairy pussy. Cautiously you slide your index finger into her warm tunnel and begin to explore. Wow! Another one off the list (Finger banged a woman). After a few moments movement inside her became easier and more lubricated and you add a second. This was incredible, but you need more. With little effort, you grab an ankle in each hand and pull them apart without resistance and crawl up the space created between her legs. As you get face to face with the gorgeous mature woman, even while you become aware of the similarities between her and Lauren and that her hair is dyed blonde instead of Lauren’s natural colours, your cock with a mind of its own has slipped up the left leg of her knickers and was working its way into her warm moist hole. Your hips take on an undulating rhythm that you weren’t aware they knew and the sensation is indescribable. You start to pant into Mom’s face and close on her, kissing her lips. She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t pull away either. Good enough!

After coming on her daughter’s lithe torso though, this one was going to take a little while. Who cares, you’re young and got plenty of energy and youre not exactly getting bored. Maybe you wonder as you thrust faster and faster into her pussy, you should have found out her name before mounting her. Nah, lets just think of her as Mrs Gartner. The moment lasts forever, but eventually with a grunt you let go and paint her insides with whats left of your goo that’s not in her daughter’s bra, then slump on top of her, panting with exhaustion.

You lie there for a while, catching your breath, head nuzzled into her comfortable cushioned bosom and dick softening, wet on the sheets between her legs and start to feel everything melt away.

“Fuck!”, you exclaim and jerk upright. Its started to get dark out the window. “Fuck!” you repeat. You check the phone. 9.28. “Shit!” You’d fallen asleep. You have less than 2 minutes to get out before all hell breaks loose. You grab your pants and jump into them and then run down the stairs before realising, “The book!!”

You make it back to Lauren’s room taking the stairs 3 at a time, grab the book then turn and bolt. To your horror you see her start to stir, but you are already halfway to her front door and in another second you were out and running down the street in your underpants, only stopping to dress once you’re out of sight. Thankfully no-one else on the street is up and about!

Adrenalin pumping, but satisfied more than you have ever been, you turn and stroll contentedly for home – no more than a 10 minute walk away. As you come to the end of her street and onto Palmer drive, you wonder whether to go back and see the aftermath of your visit, maybe pay some other friends a visit or should you just go home and replay it all again in your head.