The Life Of John Smith - S01 E48

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E48

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I stopped myself before I said that my mother said my cum was sweeter than my dad's. I told myself I had to not think things like that because I have said my thoughts aloud without meaning to do so. I told myself to not think of my mother. Andrea and her mother were of whom I would think. "Your mom can taste me anytime she wants," I said.

"What do you want to do now? she asked as she sat up and reached for a brush to brush out the tangles in her hair. I thought of the many things we could do as I watched her brush her hair. It was long and the color of dry straw without the hint of a curl. Because of her small size it seemed longer that it was.

I sat up to face her. I wondered about trying things we had not yet done. "We can do anything you want. Your choice, I said.

"I drank most of your coffee, but I think I would like some breakfast,' she said as she finished with her hair. We both stood and she slipped into her house robe while I began looking for my undershorts. "I should get you a robe, so you do not have to dress," she said as she scurried out of the room. She was back by the time I had put on my under shorts and t-shirt. put on the purple robe she handed me.

"This your dad's?" I asked.

"No, it was my older brother's. He is called Roy though his name is Royal," she said as she went to the door.

Bare foot like her, I followed Andrea to the kitchen where we found her mother preparing blueberry pancakes. Looking up from her cooking she said, "For a moment I saw two of my children coming to breakfast. Andy, did you go in Roy's room to get that?"

"I thought it would be okay, Andrea said.

"It is... just...never mind. It's okay, Mary said as she returned to the breakfast preparation.

I looked at Andrea with a questioning look and she said, "Dad declared Roy's room off limits after he caught Roy and his then girlfriend, now wife, screwing in there."

"I did not know you knew all about it," her mother said without looking up from turning the pancakes on the griddle.

"How could I not with dad, Roy, and Queeny all screaming the night dad kicked them out, Andrea said.

"Roy's wife is named Queeny?" I asked.

"No, that is just what everyone calls her since she is married to a Royal. By the way, we cannot talk about them when dad is around, and I know mom sneaks off sometimes to see her grandkids. But these are all secrets I should not be sharing, Andrea sald, looking to her mother.

Mary said, "No Andy, I think we can trust John. Just remember, what your dad doesn't know..." Her words trailed off as she served us each three blueberry pancakes.

I noted that the mood had turned bluer than the blueberries. I racked my brain to think of something to say to lighten the mood. All I could come up with was, "You know, the only blue thing we eat is blueberries."

"I think you are right about that, John' Mary said. The silence again descended over us. I thought sure I was witnessing the Logan family's blues. I finished off my pancakes and sipped some coffee. Then Mary said, "I should not have sent you to your room before. I was acting like you dad."

"No, you weren't. Dad would have sent us out of the house," Andrea said before she ate the last bite of her pancakes.

"Your right and dad's not here and until three this afternoon there are no children around to be corrupted so we can do anything we want to do," her mother decreed.

"You really mean anything, mom?" Andrea asked.

"Yes, anything you want," her mother insisted.

"I know you want to see John and I do a 69,"

"Is that okay with you John?" Mary asked.

"Fine with me," I said enthusiastically.

"Goody! In the living room!" Andrea called over her shoulder as she rushed up the stairs. A minute later, Mary and I stood watching Andrea spread a large beach towel out on the carpeted living room floor. Sitting on the towel she looked up at us and said, "I think you need a towel too, mom." She was pointing at her mother's crotch. Mary looked down at the very wet crotch of her powder blue sweatpants, as her daughter said, "God mom, you must be horny as hell."

Mary rushed off up the stairs. Andrea asked me, "Would you want to do my mom?"

"Sure, if she wants."

Andrea jump up and ran after her mother, I wondered, by do does she mean eat or fuck. Oh well, I will just go along. A few minutes later the two came down the stairs side by side both wearing identical white house robes, although of different sizes since Andrea was 16 inches shorter. I was sitting cross legged on the towel. They walked right up to me and Andrea said, "Mom, show him what you look like under the robe.

"Don't rush me," her mother said.

"You know you want to," her daughter insisted.

"Yes, but I have never ever done..."

Andrea interrupted saying, "You said we could do anything we wanted, and I know you want this."

"I do, I do," she said as she flipped her house robe off and it fell tο the floor behind her. Looking up, all my eyes could focus on was the thick carpet of pussy hair that covered her lower abdomen. It actually looked more like soft blond velvet. Then I noted her inner thighs were dripping wet from the copious pussy juice leaking from her pussy. I could smell her sweetness even before she stepped right up to me.

"Eat her, eat her," Andrea chanted.

Tilting my head back, I looked up fist at her jutting tits that had erect brown nipples. Then I saw her big dark blue eyes smiling down at me. With the slightest lean forward my mouth met her wet pussy lips. I sucked in some of her juice. I savored the taste, pulled back, and announced, "Tastes like you Andrea."

"I know," I heard her say as I felt her behind me pushing my head forward and pulling my robe down off my shoulders. As lapped at this very wet pussy I thought, not only do they taste alike but they flowed alike. I could drink at either fountain of love and never grow thirsty. Andrea was groping at me trying to get past my shorts to get to my dick. She said, "You guys have to lay down if I'm going to get any dick."

"I know I can't stand much longer, Mary said as she stepped back. I stood to give her room to lay down. As she sat, she said, "You know...in for an inch, in for a mile."