by Sophie Sin
“I'll stay and help with that.” I pass Jack an amused look and he turns a sly smile my way. “I'm a great cook.”
“Really?” The older and much more gorgeous than she should be at 43 years of age house wife asks. “Don't you have college work to be doing?”
“Ah, that's easy, Mrs. H. I did my work. My teacher says I'm great with a blow torch.”
I cover my mouth. Blow... Yeah, right on, bro.
“Oh? Well, if your mother won't mind...”
“I'm 25. She isn't worried.”
“Okay. Then help me with the salad. I'll hollow out the lettuce and you work on the dip.”
Oh, man, is Jack going to be working on some dip alright. Wonder if she knows how much he's going to hollow her out too.
I go outside and climb the ladder. It takes me 5 minutes to splash on the remainder of the paint and come back down to crouch at the window.
Inside Jack is at work.
The young man is tall, handsome with a confident white guy flair and has big arms that get him looks around the campus from the young girls. From what he's told me he's notched himself a kill count of 50 hot ones, but I don't believe him in that. Still, Jack knows how to get a girl wet and since we've been playing this little game of ours with the local MILFs, who have been quite willing of late I might add, he's been the man to open the play.
I watch him at work. I can almost imagine what he's saying as his lips work.
“I've never seen a woman with such a well toned body,” he says.
She looks down and away. It came out of nowhere.
“Where do you work out?”
His hands come to her shoulders. His eyes are on hers from the side. There's a ravenous look of lust there. She can't ignore that a MUCH younger man is taking an interest. I run my hand down the middle of my thighs and feel my cock bulge against the fabric. Just watching this guy wet them up makes me fucking horny. What comes next gets exciting.
Jack has his hands on her as he talks. He speaks as she holds a knife stuck deep in a lettuce – mid-hollowing out – and works those hands.
They touch her wide ass.
They touch her tapered hips.
They touch her slim waist.
And down again.
Then her tits. Just at the right moment. They are fucking huge and I'm hard pressed to not pull my cock out in the garden to water the plants white watching.
“You got the finest tits I've ever seen,” he whispers in her ear like melting butter on hot toast.
Mrs. Henderson is reddened. Fuck, she's probably wettened. I know what she's thinking. He's too young. I'm 43 years old. I'm 20 something years older than him. He isn't much more than 20. He looks young. I'm too old. He can't have an interest in me.
Yet your tits are in his hands, lady. And I bet you feel the lump.
Jack takes her hand and puts it down the front of his now open jean's front.
This is where it's make or break.
I watched one time when he got rejected. She went real quiet and slid down the couch and sat real quiet. Maybe thinking. Maybe weirded out. I don't really care, but she didn't want it.
In those situations you got to get up and go. Nothing to be done. She won't tell anyone.
Heck, who is she going to tell?
She knows she wants it.
Thing is can she take it?
Is she entitled?
That's the big one. If she believes that the young cock is good then half the time these MILFs will jump with no resistance. Other half they either don't or they take a little sweat talking. Jack is a damn good sweat talker though. Could talk a woman into anything. He has too. We are up for anything after all.
He pops a button on her blouse as she massages his dick. I stalk around to the door and enter quietly on silent feet. At the kitchen door I listen to her breath pounding out from her lips. She's panting and hot. It must be exciting having a young dick in her hand. Nice and fat. White and shaven clean. Her husband may or may not be 'adequate' as we like to call normal not-so-hung folk. Maybe this is Mrs. H's first big white cock. She's in for a surprise.
Right as she's on her knees and furiously working at his jeans to get them down, I enter at stage right.
“Yo, I fin---” I step back. “Shit, dude! What you doing with Keith's mum!?!”
Jack skips back. He looks shocked. Every time he does it I always get taken aback. It's like he's really startled when we've done this over 20 times now. Always gets me.
“Ummm... Oh, my... Oh, dear...”
“I can't believe this, man. She's got a husband. What's his name... Herbert?”
We checked carefully. It's his name.
She goes white.
“What if he finds out that his old lady was sucking some young white guy's cock like that? You think shit's going to be cool after that?”
She goes even whiter.
I step inside and stare down at her on her knees.
“I can't let this go, ma'am. If you are going to fuck Jack and leave me out then I can't let this go.”
“What?” It escapes her lips like a bullet from a gun.
“I said you gonna fuck him and not me? I can't take that. And here I thought you were a nice woman. One who would look after a guy.”
“What are you saying?” she repeats. “I don't understand.”
I look to Jack then her real considering like.
“Ma'am, you were fucking my boy here like it was nothing. I thought you were an elegant type. One that wouldn't just offer one guy the dish and leave the other out to paint the damn roof.”
“He means you got to fuck us both,” Jack cuts in.
“I'm sorry?”
We look at each other. I bend down and speak slowly and very properly so she gets it good.
“I am going to tell your husband you were fucking Jack if you don't have sex with us both.”
“A threesome?”
“Yes.”
“With you two young men?”
“No one else here.”
Her eyes go from me to Jack and down to my crotch.
“I'm not sure. You two planned this.”
I reach down and grab her jaw and look into her eyes.
“And if we did?”
There's silence. Male-female communication occurs.
“If you won't tell anyone...”
“No one will ever know. I'll even paint the side of your house or something for free.”
She pauses.
“That would be nice. It needs painting.”
“A lot of things need painting,” I murmur. “How about we start with you?”
I grab her up and pull her over to the kitchen table. The newspaper is biffed on a chair and I point to the table.
“Get on.”
“In front of the window?”
“Yeah, you got a problem?”
“People might see.”
I laugh.
“That's half the fun.”
She gets on. I pop my belt buckle, work down my zipper and pull out my hard black swollen cock and show her it.
“Isn't that a beauty?”
Jack chuckles. Mrs. H's eyes are popping.
“Bet you never had a cock this big.”
She looks away.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
My command is met with refusal. I grab her lips and stuff my fingers in. She sucks them hard. For all this pretending she's doing, there's some mean suction. I take the tip of my black cock and push it to her pink polished lips. They open when the time comes and she doesn't give me the teeth. This is how some older women are. At the beginning they need to make a show, but when you really try to fuck them, when you really straight up offer them the dick, they can't help themselves. It comes from those wild old days of their youths. When they were naughty young women trying to get theirs like everyone else in the world. I love this about older women sometimes. The mix of push and pull and refusal and just outrageous skill from years of taking it in every hole.
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��Shit...” I murmur.
This one is more skilled than most. Her lips work around in an odd circular motion, like she's chewing but without her teeth. I sink to the side of her head and groan for a long while. The chewing thing is only one of this old dog's (sexy as hell as she is) tricks. Her fingers smooth my balls then run the shaft and wring it out. I have to pull out lest I cum down her throat and lose my shot.
“You were planning that,” I realize when I come back panting.
Her eyes meet mine. She's not letting me have the pussy. I can tell that already. Mrs. H is the kind that will do anything to make a man cum before he soils her insides nice and pearly white. Thankfully, we don't have just one cock.
Jack rolls in from the side and turns her so her head is between his legs and hanging off the back of the table. Her long blond hair is perfect and hangs to his ankles. I watch as he thrusts in hard and fast with his big white cock gobbled up in her throat.
The dick is spit out and the hands come up to work his length along her throat towards her white shirt where a hint of cleavage is. I see Jack's expression change.
“Mrs. Henderson... Ma'am, what are you doing?”
He's on his toes. I come down out of curiosity and find her working the back of his balls and scrotum with her tongue and lips.
“Damn, that's naughty.”
The woman comes up and without any hesitation and not a single look aside unbuttons her shirt one button at a time. I think me and Jack gulp on each one. This is the first in 20 or more that have been this hot. Heck, I don't think I've had a woman this heated in my life – younger or older. Jack probably hasn't either by how he's enraptured by the revealing of flesh that seems so mundane when you are watching it from a distance or through a lens or something like in some porno, but is damn near the most fascinating thing you've seen in your life when a woman is looking at you with the type of passion that promises you aren't up to the challenge.
“Damn...”
Her tits are big and round and a little drooping but that's not a bad thing. If they perked then the weight of them would be lost. I've seen worse tits on 20 somethings. This is pure A grade woman here. Those nipples are already brown and hard as rocks. Big and beautiful too. We didn't need to lick or touch them or anything. She just got hard from look at us.
“You are...”
Mrs. H stands and puts a finger in my mouth. I stop talking as I choke.
“Bad young man. You take a defenseless housewife like me and you blackmail her and make her so sad.” Her eyes meet mine then Jack's. “I'm really sad now.” She bounces one breast then the other in her hands. “How are you baby boys going to make mumma happy again?”
We get the point. This woman delivered all that in the huskiest, sexiest voice you've ever heard. It makes me so hard that my cock and balls are too tight down below. It would have been better to cum before, but that's hindsight. This woman has power over us now. We thought we were walking in as the wolves, but we were the lambs. Damn silly, but fine with me if it's going that way. This will be a fuck to remember.
Her fingers come to mine and Jack's mouths. She inserts the index and middle of either hand into either, wrapping and wiping them on our tongues and brings them out to slowly work around her hard nipples.
“That's so warm, boys. So wonderfully warm.”
I come forward, but she lightly slaps my forehead and stops me cold.
“No hurry. Watch and learn.”
She begins to prize them. I stay close and watch the flesh pull out and extend. Each time she goes longer and longer until she's pulling those big breasts out by her nipples. I swear that I almost cum seeing this.
“Give me those young lips.”
Each of her breasts is held up. She looks down at them lovingly and presents them like she would to young children for their milk. I take hold of the flesh and find it natural, smooth and soft. She pats me on the head as I suckle on her nipple and work my tongue around it.
“Good, Jack. Good man!”
I glance to him. The fucker is working her hard. I increase my pace. He who wins takes the spoils. That's the kind of competitiveness we have going on.
“That's nice. Now come lower. I have something else for you to lick.”
She parts her skirt down the middle and sits back on the table with one hand between her legs holding her pretty lightly haired pussy nice and wide. There were no panties there to begin with and her juices are pouring down her legs in little streams of transparent liquid that nearly reach her knees.
“Come on. Both of you at the same time.”
I glance at Jack.
“We don't do that, Ma'am.”
She waves her legs off the side of the table and looks annoyed.
“You don't want this?”
It's opened. I want it. My dick stiffens and says it wants it. However, there's no way that I'm licking her out with Jack's tongue right there. That'd be like kissing another guy.
Her eyes roll up.
“Young men have no imagination.”
Standing, she throws back her skirt, bares her wide gorgeous ass and points at her butt hole.
“Lawrence, you were slack on my tits. That means you get to lick my ass only. I want you to go deep with that tongue. You won't get anymore if you don't do it right and I'll make you watch Jack fuck me if you can't.”
I tense.
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“Jack, get on your knees and worship me.”
The other man is quick to get down and dirty with her pussy. She moans loudly, praising him and staring at me.
“Fuck...” I growl. I won't lose to this guy.
I take her ass cheeks in either hand. They are soft and womanly. I nearly lose myself in the smoothness, but soon remember my mission in her cries and how she bangs the table with the base of her hands when it feels good.
My tongue is long and goes in deep. It tastes of earth and smells of roses. She must have slipped out and sprayed some perfume on her butt. How much of this was planned from the moment we arrived? I'm wondering that as I lick that smooth, warm place hard and fast.
Jack gets ahead of me by the sheer potential for pleasure that the woman's pussy has. She cums twice during our play. It's out of this world watching a woman spray her juices from her pussy all over your friend's head. I got it straight on the chest and jaw and it was hot and horny and it was at that point that I knew I had to fuck this woman. Nothing but fucking her would be enough.
“Stop,” she pants. “Stop.”
Her eyes turn to mine. We know what's up. She can't get away from us now. Her mind is addled. There's no stopping us.
“Get the lube,” she murmurs.
“Sorry?”
“It's in the bottom drawer. I bought it down earlier.”
I find it. A huge bottle of the stuff with a pourer on the end that is long and looks good for putting in things.
“Come here. I want that.”
She takes it.
“Lawrence, did you like my ass?”
“It was nice, Ma'am.”
“And you, Jack, how was that pussy?”
“Gorgeous.”
She nods.
“Have you ever fucked a woman together?”
“Like her mouth and cunt?”
“No, her cunt, as you put it, and her ass.”
We nearly both fall off our feet. She's suggesting the holy grail of porn to us here. In real life to meet a woman that can do that – that WOULD do that – is out of this world. She's offering it like this is the Sunday special down at the local diner. I pray I should be lucky enough to marry a woman of this fine caliber. You'd be sure that I'd never stray – not even a flicker of the eye. Mr. Henderson must have it good.
“I've never done that,” I admit.
“Me either. I thought about it, but never done it.”
She takes that huge bottle of lube, opens her legs wide and long like a dancer doing the splits and pushes the bottle's pourer into her pussy.
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sp; “I get dry, but I like to take it for a long time. It's nicer with the lube.”
We nod and say, “Yes, Ma'am.” I don't think either of us have ever seen anything this wild and kinky in our lives as Mrs. Henderson with her legs open and some of that goo coming out.
The bottle comes out and she strains. Lube pours out and she smooths that small puddle of it into a wet pile over her pussy lips.
Then she lifts up real high and wraps her legs up.
“Hold them will you, Jack. I'm not so young.”
He comes around and does. His eyes are on what's she's about to do.
I get the full show.
The pourer slides into her ass.
Lube globs in long and slow.
It's pulled out.
Lube globs out and dribbles down to the table. It creates a sparkling puddle.
“Come and get under me Jack. You'll need to keep things open so that Lawrence can stick his dick in my ass.”
Stick his dick in my ass. The ladies of the world can sure shock a man sometimes with the words they say. Cunt, ass, pussy, those words from an older woman are arousing. This filth is beyond that. I can barely thing straight. It's like the world is closing in on me as Jack gets under and slips his dick in her pussy real easy.
I come forward, trembling – actually trembling – and push my dick into her ass. It's not tight. That too is a shock given that I thought she was some mild mannered house wife and not this crazy nympho sent to give us the time of our lives tonight straight from heaven.
It's warm, wet and wanting. Her body shifts. There are grunts and groans. Then things start churning. I've never actually felt another man's dick touch my dick, but, through the wall of her pussy, I feel it. We connect in a non-homo way at that time. Man and man fucking one hell of a dime.
Bang, bang, bang. My hips work the tempo.
So many times does she draw me to the edge of cumming to only stop and lie still and relax and take away the friction that her gentle rocking motions create. I get addicted to her movements. They are like some kind of weird drug that lulls me into this wondrous place called orgasm, but won't let me bang down the door.
I start to boil.
“It's hot,” I keep saying.
No one is listening. Jack isn't much better than me.
Then she takes us out. She lies flat on her back and she takes our dicks. I stand there with my dick being thumped on. I don't even know where I am. All I know is Mrs. Henderson has finally allowed me to cum. It is at the exact same time as Jack.