The Life Of John Smith - S01 E14

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E14

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got out, opened her door, and told her to move over. After getting the car back in our driveway, I assisted her into the house and to her room. She seemed so helpless I undressed her. Completely naked I laid her down and covered her. "Johnny, come to bed with me," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Don't make me say it, Johnny, she begged.

I was not saying what I thought she intended because the last time I did, she threatened me with a frying pan. Instead I turned out the light and turned to leave.

"Fuck me, dammit!" she shouted.

"I have to get the rubber," I said. I had it in my pocket, but thought It was time to let her wait. When I came back, she was sound asleep. "Mother, I have the rubber, I said in a normal voice. There was no response so, I went to my own bed and slept until ten in the morning.

As I was finishing my breakfast, mother came into the kitchen and went through her normal routine of brewing coffee and sipping it before saying a word. 'Morning Johnny."

"Morning mom," I responded.

Following several more sips of coffee, she asked, "Going to see Carol today?"

"No," is all I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

I shrugged but did not know if she had seen so I said, "Don't know."

"Is it because of me?" she asked.

Puzzled, I asked, "Why would you think that?"

'Well...because...because...well..." She was having trouble saying what she wanted to say. After several deep breaths she said, "Because you should be...should be fucking Carol instead of me."

I was glad that had thought this out beforehand. I said, "Mom,

Carol is not ready yet. Until she is, I will sleep with you."

Her forehead wrinkled pulling her eyebrows up. She asked, "When do you think she will be ready?"

"I don't know, June maybe," I said.

"Hm... a month or two. She looked at the empty cereal bowel in front of me and said, "Put that in the sink and make us some cinnamon toast. I'm craving cinnamon toast with real butter. Then we can go to bed and fuck till it is time for me to fix dinner."

As I did as she had instructed, I hoped she finished her toast before she changed her mind. When we finished our toast, she reached across the table, grasped my hand, and asked, "You want to fuck me don't you?"

"Sure, I do, mom, I said.

"Then let's do it," she announced as she jumped up and pulled me to her room. In her room she said, "Strip!" Then she turned to her dresser mirror and threw off her house coat. She stood naked, looking at herself posing this way and that.

As I undressed, I watched her. I could not resist asking. "What are you doing?"

"I saw Carol. That girl doesn't have an ounce of fat. Just checking If I measure up," she said.

"You look good, mom," I said.

"I don't want to just look good. I want to look beautiful like Carol she said still looking and posing.

"Mom, you are more beautiful than Carol 'cause you have more curves, I said.

"Well thank you Johnny," she said as she turned to face me. She looked down at her boobs as she cupped them in her hands. "My boobs aren't too big?"

"They are just right," I insisted.

"They don't sag too much?"

"I don't notice any sag at all, mom."

"Oh Johnny, you are so sweet. I could just eat you up. I think that is where we should start." She stretched out on the bed and said, "I'll suck in your dick while you eat my pussy."

I thought, Shirley always was on top, but this should work too. I got in position and it worked great. I had more freedom. I could push my dick down mother's throat and she seemed to take it all. I ate her pussy, then while I strummed my tongue across her clit, I shoved first one, then two, then three fingers into her. I stroked my fingers rapidly in and out. Mother seened to like that. She moaned around my dick which really felt good. Soon I blew my load down her throat. Spent, I rolled off.

"Johnny, there is something else you have to learn. You were just satisfied but I was not. Sometimes to be a great lover you have to keep going until the girl gets her rocks off too. I will keep sucking you and you keep doing what you were doing. Eventually I will get all rigid and call out and get even more juicy. Then you can quit, and we can rest"

We went back at it and soon I was feeling like I might be ready to shoot another load down her throat. She suddenly spit me out and shouted, "Oh Johnny that is so good, so fucking good. She then squeezed my head between her thighs and thrashed around. I thought she was about to take my head off, when she relaxed and whispered, 'So fucking good."

After about five minutes of rest she said, "You're probably ready to go again. Get on a rubber and we'll spoon."

As I put the rubber on, I asked, "What's 'spoon?"

"Very often couples go to sleep on their sides, with him behind her, his dick is right at her butt and where her butt is, her pussy is always close," she said as we got into position. "It is very restful, we can screw and doze, and screw some more," she added as I cuddled up behind her and put my arm over her, finding a breast in my hand.

I squeezed her breast and said, "Comfortable." She wiggled her butt and I felt my dick slide into her butt crack. She reached down and directed my dick to her pussy. With the slightest movement on my part he slipped in a little. She moved her hand up to hold my hand at her breast. I thrust my hips forward and my dick found the depth of her pussy. I relaxed, and my dick slid part way out. I was not in the mood for napping, so I continued to thrust and relax.

The sensation was stimulating without being tiring.