by Jolie Du Prè
“You knew what, Kyle?” Leila said.
“That whatever I was going to say wouldn’t come out right. Anyway, all I’m trying to say is that you won my heart by being who you are as person, the whole package, and not because I was won over by some succulent, mouth-watering meal you prepared.”
“Aww. That’s so sweet,” Lauren said looking over at her daughter. “I think you’ve got yourself a great catch, baby.”
“Yeah, that was a good come back, Kyle,” Leila said cutting her eyes at him.
Kyle made no eye contact with Leila as he put one of the last pieces of mouth-watering filet mignon in his mouth.
“Succulent isn’t it, Kyle,” Lauren said with a cunning smile as she studied the movement of his mouth and sensuous lips.
“Mmm-hmm,” he responded nodding in agreement.
“Kyle, Leila, I want to apologize for bringing up Dorian. It’s just that seeing the two of you together brought back a few memories. It’s been over a year now since the divorce, and there are times when I miss his being here at the dinner table eating with us, even though half the time he wasn’t here anyway.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mom. No one said being divorced was a cakewalk. You still have to take it one day at a time.”
“Thank you, baby,” she said affectionately as she clutched her daughter’s forearm. She then drew here attention to Kyle. “Yes, Dorian being an airline pilot took a lot of getting used to. Like father, like daughter. They’re always on a flight out to somewhere. So, Kyle, I hope you’ve been adjusting to this lifestyle with Leila always being away from home days at a time.”
“It can be hard to deal with sometimes. Anyway, she’s usually just a phone call or a text away. That kind of makes things a little easier,” he said throwing a smile over to Leila.
Leila smiled back, leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.
“Well, baby. On that note, you know I have to finish getting ready for my flight tonight out to Chicago,” Leila said as got up from the table, supporting herself on Kyle’s shoulder halfway up and out of her chair. “And I won’t be back in town until Monday morning unless my schedule changes.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said.
“Don’t look so sad, baby. You can hang with my mom this weekend. She’s not doing anything. Are you, Mom?”
“No, it just so happens I’m not. I just have to run a few errands in the morning then I’m all yours, Kyle,” Lauren said as she lightly brushed the tip of her foot against his leg underneath the dinner table.
He ignored it. “Well, then I’ll stop in at noon. Maybe I can help you with some chores or something.”
“Great! You see. Now at least that way I know you won’t be getting up to any trouble,” Leila said as she stood up from the table adjusting her clothes and giving him another peck.
Kyle looked over at Lauren and received a friendly smile and a wink in return from his future mother-in-law. His cougar-in-heat future mother-in-law. He looked to see if Leila caught that, but she had already headed out of the dining room on her way upstairs.
Lauren, with her elbows on the table, leaned forward as she perched her chin on top of her interlaced fingers, gave Kyle an unwavering stare. “So, what can you and I get up to this weekend, Kyle?” she asked as she kicked off her shoe underneath the table, lightly rubbing her toes alongside his calf, slowly raising it to his knee, extending the ball of her foot between his legs, and pressing it against his quickly aroused cock. His jeans suddenly began to feel a bit tight.
He grabbed her foot with his right hand. “Umm . . . Ms. Thomas, I don’t know what your intentions are, but—”
She pulled her foot out of his grasp and skillfully planted it back into his crotch. She tapped her foot along the length of his hardening cock.
“Hmm. That’s funny. He seems to know what my intentions are. How come you don’t?” she asked as she began to fondle his cock with her toes through the unforgiving denim of his jeans. “It feels good doesn’t it?”
“What’s wrong with you,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
She removed her foot from his crotch, put her shoe back on, got up, made her way gracefully around the table, and stood behind him where he sat. She leaned over him, wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed firmly against the top of his broad shoulders. She positioned her lips less than an inch from his left ear.
“I know you want fuck me, Kyle,” she whispered. “You’ve wanted to fuck me for a while now. I see it in your face all the time. Don’t deny it.”
“What are you talk—”
“Sssh! You know damn well what I’m talking about. I know when I’m being mentally fucked. It’s so obvious. It’s a damn shame I can’t feel what goes on in your mind because I’d probably like some of the freaky shit you got me doing inside that handsome, young head of yours,” she said as she slid her hand down inside his shirt, copping a feel of his tensed pecs. Her lips were practically nibbling on his earlobe. “From the feeling I got from my toes a moment ago, I’m willing to believe there’s some potential there. So, if you’re game, I can help you sow your oats.” She circled her fingertip around his nipple before releasing him from her not so motherly hug.
She walked out of the dining room, but not without giving him something to think about: a little extra sway in her hips accentuating the fullness of her curvaceous, bodacious bottom.
Kyle almost got whiplash watching her as she left the dining room. The way she walked was almost enough to make him come to rigidity. She was right, though. He’s had plenty of explicit thoughts of fucking her. But he never thought a day would come where he’d actually be called on it. He had no idea he was that damn obvious.
“Leila!” Lauren shouted from the bottom of the stairs. “Were you planning on driving your car or taking a taxi?”
“I’m driving since I’m already running late, Mom,” Leila, shouted as she headed back downstairs.
“Do you want us to come with you,” Lauren said looking at Kyle and he looking back at her while she said it.
“No, no! I’ll be fine. I’m going to work, not on a vacation. You both can stay here and relax. Enjoy each other’s company. In a couple of weeks I will be on vacation and he’s all mine,” Leila said as she came down the stairs dressed in her navy blue two-piece uniform, accented by her white-collared blouse flared over her lapels, and her silver name badge pinned over her left breast. She walked past her mother over to where Kyle was now standing under the archway between the dining room and living room. She gave him a tight hug, looked up into his deep browns and kissed him on the lips. He stood at least a foot taller than her—and her mother. “Oh, I am going to miss these delicious lips of yours. I love how they just gobble me up,” she said as she wiped off the bit of lipstick that smudged his mouth. “Doesn’t he have a pair of the most gorgeous lips, mom?”
“They’re very nice. Even from where I’m standing,” Lauren replied.
“Is that all you’re going miss is my lips, baby?” Kyle injected.
“Oh, be quiet. You know I gonna miss you too.”
“I’m going miss you, too, baby,” Kyle said giving her a kiss and a hug in return, placing hands at the small of her back and pulling her in close.
“You better get going, dear,” Lauren said.
“Alright, alright,” Leila said heading to the door, grabbing the telescopic handle of her suitcase that she left at the bottom of the stairs and rolling it behind her. “Take care of my man,” she said as she kissed her mother on the cheek.
“You don’t worry about him, honey. He’ll be just fine under my tutelage.” Her nipples were getting hard from what she was actually thinking, knowing a few places where those delicious fucking lips of his could be put to good use.
“Mom, don’t you go trying to change him,” Leila said, waving goodbye to both of them as they stood at the door to see her off. Kyle stood behind Lauren, and they both waved back.
“Make sure you call when you land in Chicago
,” Lauren motioned, simulating a phone with her hand up to the side of her face.
“I will. ’Bye.” Leila got into her car, backed out of the driveway and drove off.
There was complete silence for about a minute after the goodbyes were said and the front doors shut. They stood before one another as though they were about to get into a gun drawing contest to see who was going to make their first move.
At forty-plus, Lauren looked liked she could be her daughter’s older sister. Genetics played a great part in her youthful look. Her figure didn’t lack, either. She had the full package: taut, ample breasts, a small waist, and a shapely bottom complimented by the most gorgeous silken legs.
Those feline-like eyes of hers penetrated his. He felt a sensation run throughout his body as he looked at her for what seemed like the very first time. And of course it wasn’t.
She remained at the door facing him and began to unbutton her blouse.
“Leila, is barely at the airp—”
“Sssh,” she said taking a hand away from her blouse and placing her fingertip on his lips. “The only thing these lips should be doing the next time I hear a sound coming from them is the lapping sound of you licking my kitty.”
She continued to undress in front of him. She tossed her blouse onto a chair not far from the door. It didn’t take long before she got down to her bra, which she unhooked at the front. He was unable to avert his eyes. Her breasts spilled out of the deep cups of her bra. He looked at them with adoration. Firm with dark-tan areolas with the most prodigious nipples he’s ever seen. It was a uniquely beautiful contrast to the complexion of her skin.
She unzipped her skirt from the back, tugged it down her hips and legs, letting it drop and puddle around her feet. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Surprise, surprise. Her fleshy labia and the lightly trimmed, silk-soft black down of her pussy made him even more excited.
She stepped out of her skirt moving in closer to Kyle, who stood there with his lips parted in awe of her. She took notice of this, fingered her moist pussy lips, and brought her hand back up to his mouth. “Say, Ah!” she simulated the motion with her own mouth while inserting two, pussy-juiced fingers onto his tongue.
He played along by grabbing a hold of her wrist, licking, and then sucking her fingers like they were little Popsicles. He sucked the length of them down to her knuckles, hollowing his checks before pulling her fingers back out, showing her he got every last bit of her sweet, vaginal nectar.
“Ooooh, good boy,” she said with appreciation. “There’s more where that came from, you know.”
With her free hand she tugged at the center of his shirt. “Off!” She ordered.
He started to unbutton his shirt while she started unbuckling his belt, but at the same time she slid her hand inside his boxers before actually unveiling his immense appendage. “My, my! He is a big boy isn’t he? Will it get bigger than this because I think I might need two hands.”
“One way to find out,” he said in a cocky tone.
While she caressed the length of his cock and his heavy balls, Kyle did away with his shirt and let his jeans drop to the floor.
She was taking him all in. The body of twenty-five-year-old Kyle Chance was very lean, muscular, and sleek in a beautiful, masculine way. The long lengths of the muscles in his arms stirred as he bent towards her to shimmy his jeans down. His bare back rippled with the slightest movement. He looked like he could have been hired to pose for an anatomy chart.
Her hand was still towing at his cock when he started peeling off his boxers. She looked down in anticipation and couldn’t believe her eyes. Feeling it and seeing were two different things. “Oh my mother-fucking God,” she said in disbelief.
He slowly removed her hand from his semi-hard cock, but not without a little playful resistance on her part. The skin all over his body seemed to pulsate as he began to take some initiative. She stood quietly watching the bunching of the muscles in his arms as his massive hands palmed her breasts, roamed down her belly, her back, and her buttocks. He paused. Her ass was fully rounded with long, sweeping lines and curves. He was truly admiring her shape and could feel the blood scrambling to his cock making him even harder. His hands continued down the backs of her thighs as he lowered himself to the full view of her womanhood. His eyes were level with the moist folds of flesh between her thighs.
She shifted her legs apart, moving and balancing herself on her fire-engine red, fuck-me high-heeled pumps. Kyle looked up at her with a salacious gleam in his eyes. Hers pierced his with a commanding look.
“Filet mignon, baby,” she said as she cupped the back of his head, pressing his face towards her treasure of pleasure. She could feel his warm breath against her wet labia folds. This sent a trill up her spine. Her breasts heaved.
He no longer hesitated and pressed his mouth to her glistening vulva. It was about to be on.
Lauren suddenly thrust her pelvis forward while she guided Kyle’s hands to her hips so that he could wrap his arms around her waist and get more of her meaty labia in his mouth.
Sensing her excitement incited a twitch in his cock with more than an anxious anticipation of giving her a thorough dick down. He slipped his tongue between her MILF-lips as high up as he could stretch it, lapping up her love-juices, which made this cougar purr with pleasure.
“Oooo! Oooo! Oh, fuck!” She purred under her breath, falling back against the door, gripping the doorknob in attempt to hold herself up. “Goddamn, Kyle, is that tongue of yours as long as your cock too?” she gasped as he licked her from slit-to-clit, sucking it hard between his tongue and teeth. “Oh, yes!” she screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head, her grip on the doorknob gave and she had no choice in the matter. Her knees buckled, and she slowly guided herself down to the floor before she let go of the knob, which was now above her head.
Relishing her pussy with every ounce of his ravenous mouth, Kyle bent forward in a kneeling position pulled her backwards. His tongue was still deep inside her, detailing her velvety vaginal walls. He easily took each of her legs from the backs of her knees and wrapped them around his neck, holding her up by the round, ample flesh of her heavy ass-cheeks which fit nicely into his massive hands. The only part of her body that touched the floor of the foyer was her head and shoulders.
Her clit was gorged and he could feel it swelling in his mouth. He flicked his tongue against it harder, faster, relentlessly drawing on her bud in an orgy of sucking. Making her scream even louder than before, moans of pleasure passed her lips in staggered, gasping fashion, falling into a sexual seizure. Then came the shuddering, her vagina flushed with thrilling waves of ecstasy. Feeling the powerful orgasm searing through her, she looked up between her thighs and watched as Kyle sucked and swallowed her juices of orgasm as she writhed and gasped on the floor. She didn’t expect it to come this fast and unexpectedly like a surprise visit from a dear friend showing up at one’s door, it was most welcome—sometimes.
The doorbell rang. And rang, and rang in rapid succession. What the fuck! Lauren thought as she quickly rolled off of Kyle’s shoulders. They looked at each other for a moment. “Who is it!” she yelled in the opposite direction down the hallway as though she was a distance away from the door.
“Hi! It’s me, Miss Ella from next door. Are you all right in there? I heard a lot of screaming and thought I’d check on you to make sure you were all right.”
Lauren was already up on her feet peering through the peephole. Her home was a semi-split twin where only the front half of the house was attached to her neighbor. She grabbed her blouse and slipped it on quickly, buttoning only a few buttons, and then cracked open the door to talk and at the same time hide her partially-naked body behind the door.
“Oh, hi Miss Ella. We’—I’m just fine. I was just trying out this new workout DVD I ordered last week.”
“It sounds like it’s working out fine,” Miss Ella said panning what she could see of Lauren. A braless, hard nipple poking against the thin cott
on material of her white blouse, some thigh, and the well–manicured, candy-apple red toenails of her right foot which adorned a fire-engine red, high-heeled pumps. She smiled and nonchalantly brought her attention back to Lauren, watching the lies fly out of her sex-flushed face.
“Oh, yeah it is working out just fine. And I do apologize for the noise, Miss Ella. I was just really getting into it, and I must have gotten carried away. I’ll try and keep it down. I really appreciate your checking up on me, though.”
“Oh, dear. Not a problem at all. We neighbors have to look out for one another, you know,” said Miss Ella raising her chin and a hard stare from under her eyelids.
“Yes. I agree. Well, ’bye now. Thanks again,” Lauren said as she started to close the door. Miss Ella turned away to walk back to house next door. But then Miss Ella suddenly turned around.
Lauren noticed this and cracked the door back open. “Yes? Is there something else, Miss Ella,” she asked.
“Yes. When you’re done fucking that handsome dark knight you have in there, send him over to me for a few, so I can get my scream on too,” she said with a wink and a one-toothed grin on her face.
“’Bye now, Miss Ella!” she said slamming the door shut and shaking her head.
“So . . . Are we done?” Kyle asked, waiting behind Lauren with his blessed glory hanging in a neglected, semi-hard state.
“Huh?” She responded as she locked the door and turned around. When she saw him standing there a good four feet away, she couldn’t help but think how beautiful this man was butt naked. Just the sight of him could have induced another orgasm if she let it. The sweat glistening off of his muscles gave him a nice, sexy, smooth sheen. She wanted to lick him the fuck dry.
“Turn around,” she said.
“What?”
“You heard me! Turn around. I want to see everything.”
He turned around. His shoulders were broad, and his back was wide with a V-shape, a narrow waist, a high ass firm and round. “You are such a fucking beast. When they made you, they made the mold. We need to take this upstairs. Give me a few minutes then come on up to my room.”