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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

I awoke craving a blowjob, though not from some twenty-something babe showing off her pierced tongue. Not much challenge in that. I hankered a prudish woman over 50 whose lips and tongue had seldom if ever swathed a penis.

Bearing likeness to a celebrity I’ll leave unnamed has proven advantageous for this Milf hunter. Experience has taught me the best time to find Milf’s over 35 is in grocery aisles on weekday mornings. For reaching their unreachable items, one thing often leads to another, which I prefer over hearing a simple “thank you.”

I arrived at my favourite supermarket at 8AM most eager, hoping to find conservatism worth corrupting. A lady most deserving of a one-hole rating, one unprepared for orifice upgrades, much less importing semen into either of the three.

I carted across the main aisle a few times, searching but not yet spotting any ladies having such potential. Should I have waited until 9 AM? My perplexity, however, did draw a cashier’s attention.

“Can I help you find something?” The blonde asked.

Pretending not to know where anything was, but having frequented this store enough to know, I pretentiously asked, “Where have you hidden the peanut butter?”

“Down Aisle 13, sir, just past the bread.”

The cashier’s luscious lips certainly qualified for carnality, I decided. A tad young, probably not a day over thirty, and the gleam in her green eyes lacked the prudishness I now craved. For innocence over fifty, I continued my search.

About midway down Aisle 13, I spotted game! The brunette wore brown slacks, and every button of her beige blouse was buttoned. I looked on as she compared bread prices and expiration dates, somewhat baffled by her familiarity?

MOVE ON, THIS ONE WOULD NEVER TOUCH A DICK, MUCH LESS SUCK ONE, my mind shouted. On a subconscious level, however, this made her even more of a challenge. Already, I had telltale stirrings in my loins, the sight of her shapely ass bending over enough to give me a woody. Her innocent mannerisms all but begged for my corruption. But who was she?

My bewilderment lasted maybe a minute, until her hazel eyes met mine.

“Well, I’ll be!” The brunette said, rather gleefully. “It’s been awhile!”

“Oh, Mrs. Massy, what a surprise!” I too acknowledged, her familiar voice establishing instant recall. Same dimples and pointy little nose, and aside from sporting a few gray hairs and tiny wrinkle or two, Eddie’s mother still looked sexy.

“Call me Elle, please,” she flirted. “Now that our age differences have waned.” Which was true, but that any female 10 years my senior would choose to challenge rather than sidestep her age dumbfounded me.

“Yes, once I was 23 and you were 33.” Our ten-year age difference made less difference now. If I ever knew Elle’s birthday I couldn’t recall, but I’d not forgotten peeking at her laundry when I was a teenager and learning her bra size.

“You’re 50 now, right?”

“Yes, I’ve hit the Big FIVE-0,” I whispered. “But, if anyone else asks, I’m still 29.”

“Come here and give Elle a hug!” She insisted, apparently in no hurry to let me go. Into my ear, she cooed, “I don’t turn 60 until next month, but if anyone asks, I’m turning 50.”

All during our embrace, I found her aroma invigorating but her 34C tits rubbing against me exponentially so. Could she feel my erection rubbing against her? I wondered.

I resisted the urge to kiss my friend’s mother on the lips, not giving a damn about who might witness my daringness and start gossip. Out of respect for her religious beliefs, however, I’d chosen not to. Widow or not, might a Baptist deem any kiss from any male improper? Maybe not on the cheek, I considered, but had I dared to French kiss her—-

Enlightened Elle, “It feels wonderful to be holding a man in my arms again.”

As an excuse to embrace me even tighter, I wishfully speculated, but once Elle let-go of me, her complexion reddened noticeably. Whether from Baptist guilt or from horniness, who knew? A person’s mindset could change in 37 years, though my craving for my friend’s mother certainly hadn’t. Her pelvic gyrations began subtle but then bordered on dry humping. Whether inadvertent or intentional, I couldn’t be sure?

Reaffirming her attractiveness, I then praised, “Such a lovely widow must get asked out often, by men salivating all over themselves.”

“Oh, stop it, Les, you’re embarrassing me!” Elle giggled. “Then I must be the one who’s salivating, since I was about to invite you over for breakfast myself.”

So much for today’s MILF conquest, I thought. And I felt ashamed for allowing my friend’s mother to excite me, sexually. Yet my balls ached. Might she think badly of me for sneaking into one of her bathrooms and masturbating prior to breakfast?

Sensing my reluctance, Elle pleaded, “Please come and see my new house.”

Soon afterwards, I’d followed Elle and her meticulously chosen loaf of bread to her new home, unaware of its secluded whereabouts. Thinking as entertainment, we’d be watching Martha Stewart over coffee and donuts, if I were lucky.

“Wow, this is some castle!” I said, somewhat amazed. “After you and Ted left the old neighbourhood, I had no idea that you’d built such a big house.”

“7,500 feet square, a bit much for someone living alone,” Elle whined.

“Keeps you busy maintaining it?” I wondered aloud.

“After losing Ted so unexpectedly eighteen months ago, I’ve decided that life is too short for overburdens.”

While following her to a side entrance from the garage, I pressed, “Meaning that you are selling the house?”

With a gleam I never expected, Elle replied, “That depends on what happens today.”

Together, we entered her spacious home, sensing she wanted to hold hands. From the kitchen window, I immediately noticed a large in-ground pool in her backyard, along with a 10-feet-high privacy fence surrounding her property. “Your backyard looks cozy,” I assessed. “But, did Ted have this privacy fence installed?”

“This property was nothing but a wooded area when we bought it.”

I wondered why two retired Baptists needed such an elaborate playground in seclusion? “Wow!” I offered. “Had I known this I’d brought a pair of swim trunks?”

While already preparing our French toast, Elle insisted, “Unless you’d rather not wear Ted’s, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

After flirting with me over breakfast, Elle had then excused herself and disappeared elsewhere. Five minutes later she beckoned me to join her in the den. There, I found her seated at one end of a love seat, patting the cushion beside her. “Please, sit. We have much to discuss.”

In her lap, I noticed a skimpy black thong. Teasingly, I said, “Had I known you sunbathed topless, I’d invested in the adjoining property. In that tall oak tree just outside your fence, I’d built a tree house. There, during the warmer months anyone could find me, my eyes glued to a pair of binoculars.”

Blushing, Elle said, “The thong is for you, silly! I can’t imagine anyone desperate enough to go to such trouble and expense to sneak peeks at my boobs.”

“I can,” I admitted, while taking her hands into mine for the first time ever. “If I wear this skimpy thong for your benefit?” I bargained. “How daring can I expect your swimwear to be in kind?”

Rather than answer, Elle then excused herself and disappeared elsewhere for a second time, this time returning with a magazine on nudism. She retook her seat next to me closer than before, and had left the top three buttons of her blouse unbuttoned. “I’m up to my ears in secrets,” she offered, along with a tad of cleavage I’d never seen. “And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share them with.”

After sneaking another peek at Elle’s cleavage, I said, “I see you’ve found a naughty magazine. Ted’s I presume?”

“Ever since moving here, in one of our closets Ted has kept a secret chest. Out of respect for his privacy, not once have I ever questioned him about its contents, or for his need to keep it locked. Even after finding the key, it took me another six months to find the courage to have a peek inside.”

“So ... After all those years of curiosity, this is what you found?”

“Along with some other things I’m not sure I’m ready to discuss,” she concurred. After allowing her right hand to rest on my left thigh, she added, “Oh, this is so embarrassing.”

So much for the Baptist lifestyle, I thought. Even while married to Elle for 41 years, Ted had developed other desires that he needed to squelch in private.

“So, what do you think of the nudist lifestyle?” I asked.

“Ever since moving here, Ted remained persistent. Finally, I gave in, but of course I never agreed to join a public nudist colony. I could never prance around naked in front of strangers, could you?”

In reality, I couldn’t picture Elle going naked even for Ted. “Then with whom?”

"With Ted, of course. Here inside our home, initially, then outside on our deck.”

Given Elle’s puritanical nature, I found her willingness to share even this amount of information a testosterone-elevating event. As I considered my own odds of participation, my loins tingled and my salivation glands kicked into overdrive. Even if for no reason other than to express her nudism with someone else, might she on that level allow me to take Ted’s place?

“You actually go outside naked?” I considered aloud. “Wow! I hope your neighbor won’t notice my desperation and overcharge me for the adjoining property. Not to mention that your total nudity would be worthy of optics superior to binoculars.”

“No need for you to go to all that trouble, ” Elle volunteered. “But, try not staring at me, if you can help it! Once I get past my shyness, though, I’m thinking I’ll actually enjoy spending time with you in the nude. Maybe even more than I did with Ted.”

But, was she also willing to have sex? From admiring her nakedness, I pondered testicular burdens on an exponential scale, without masturbating periodically. “And if I get horny?”

Like a shy schoolgirl, Elle hid behind her hands. “For even telling you this I’m a backslider. So, why pretend I’m not horny too? That said. If your pecker compares to that dude’s on page 17, my accountability as a Christian may be in jeopardy!”

Figuring the man in question to be John Holmes or someone similarly endowed to entice its female subscribers into joining the same nudist camp he belonged to, I’d then taken the magazine from Elle and turned to the page 17, hoping to satisfy my own curiosity. In Elle’s mind, what penis size was ideal? I wondered.

Finding the nudist’s prick on page 17 in no way my equal, I’d then given Elle back her magazine, holding back a knowing smile. “So, when do we get naked?”

To be continued ...

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Giggling, Elle said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You’re not my husband. I’ve never seen you naked. Nor have you ever seen me naked. I find this not only daring but quite thrilling!”

“Almost like strip poker without bothering with the cards,” I joked. “Would you rather we undress ourselves as we would at a nudist camp? If you need help undressing, I don’t mind.”

Blushing, Elle then said, “First, shouldn’t we establish some ground rules?”

“What type of ground rules?” I teased. “You mean, like no oral or anal sex?”

Again hiding behind her hands, she balked, “Well ... um, I don’t know?”

“Meaning as long as I take you to new sexual heights, that I can wear my Get Mask and use my whips and chains?

Giggling, Elle said, “No, I’m not saying that, either.”

Eddie’s mother or not, did this sexy but innocent MILF any idea as to what I was referring to? Somehow I doubted it. Sympathetically, I offered, “If you need more time before getting naked, I’d like to see more of what Ted kept hidden in his secret chest.”

As if weighing her nakedness in my presence against fetching something even more explicit from Ted’s chest, she got up and stood before me for about a minute, blushing beet red. After leaving my presence a third time, she returned five minutes later, wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching panties, and toting a different magazine.

“We have all day, so what’s the rush?” Elle teased, obviously enjoying the effect her near nakedness was having on me. “Rather than stripping nude all at once, I thought I’d first test my comfort level at this stage of undress. Speaking of which, I think it’s only fair that you either strip down to your underwear or else change into this thong to even the playing field. Meanwhile, I’ll try to find the courage to discuss the sex acts described in this other magazine.”

After handing me the second magazine, Elle bashfully said, “I can’t bear looking at the pictures, much less read the text, not without taking a cold shower!”

Before bothering to look at the magazine, I first stripped off my shirt, slacks, jockey briefs, and sandals, as Elle looked on approvingly. I’d purposely kept my back to her before stripping off my briefs and changing into the thong. Even then, in addition to my derriere, I suppose I’d given her a peek at my hanging ball-sack and erection from behind whenever I bent over.

As I retook my seat next to Elle, I could feel her eyes locked in on my crotch. Indeed, 10” erections do create noticeable bulges. “Now,” I pleaded. “Let’s turn to page 27, so I can see what all the fuss is about.”

Not knowing quite what to expect, I’d leafed through the second magazine, finding that in addition to nudism that this magazine also dealt with open marriages. In contrast to the type of sex magazines I was used to seeing, most of the nudists depicted here appeared slightly overweight and between the ages of 30 and 70. Making their lifestyle seem more realistic to Elle, I figured, than if they’d all been tanned twenty-something models and perfectly fit instead. Text accompanied the photos of the three couple clan, further explaining their sexual openness. The magazine was dated 1984, long before Viagra was even heard of.

Once I saw the close-up photos of 64 year-old Olga sucking Brian’s 26 year-old cock on page 27, I considered Elle’s visual shock! I LOVE THE TASTE OF SEMEN, admitted Olga in the text. BUT, NOW THAT MY HUSBAND, ROY AND I ARE SENIOR CITIZENS, I FIND MYSELF CRAVING MORE EJACULATE THAN HE’S ABLE TO PROVIDE. FOR US, THIS THREE COUPLE ARRANGEMENT DEVOID OF STD CONCERN HAS WORKED OUT SPLENDIDLY!

Of all people, I noted, Roy had been the photographer of this photo essay. The good sport that he was, he’d even captured Brian’s ejaculate spurting into his wife’s open mouth in the last two photos on page 29. Another photo portrayed the other four members of their clan smiling at Olga’s extramarital blowjob with approval.

Stated Brian’s wife, Joyce (25), the youngest female in the group: I’VE LEARNED TO ACCEPT OLGA’S EAGERNESS TO INGEST MY HUSBAND’S JIZZ AT LEAST ONCE EVERYDAY WE’RE TOGETHER. I DON’T MIND, HOWEVER, SINCE SAMANTHA ALLOWS ME TO SHARE HER HUSBAND, ROBERT AS REPAYMENT FOR MY SELFLESSNESS. NOBODY CAN LICK PUSSY OR ASS QUITE LIKE ROBERT!

Stated Samantha, Robert’s wife (45): “I IMAGINE MANY OF YOU ARE WONDERING WHAT I GET IN REWARD FOR ALLOWING ROBERT TO LICK JOYCE’S TWAT AND ASSHOLE EVERYDAY WE’RE TOGETHER? WELL, FOR STARTERS, I’M BI-CURIOUS. THOUGH I’VE YET TO APPROACH JOYCE ON THE SUBJECT, I’M THINKING, SHE MIGHT NOT OBJECT IF I WAIT UNTIL ROBERT TANTALIZES HER ASSHOLE WITH HIS TONGUE BEFORE I INDULGE MYSELF WITH HER. LET’S NOT FORGET ROY! Samantha continues. SENIOR CITIZEN OR NOT, HAVE YOU NOTICED THE SIZE OF HIS COCK? MUST BE 9 INCHES OR CLOSE TO IT? WE DON’T FORBID SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH OUR OWN SPOUSES DURING OUR GET-TOGETHERS, THOUGH WE DO FROWN UPON IT. IN THAT RESPECT, OLGA HAS PROVEN THE BIGGEST CHEATER, OFTEN SLURPING ROY’S SPUNK IN ADDITION TO BRIAN’S AND ROBERT’S BEFORE EITHER JOYCE OR I HAVE OUR TURN. MAKING GETTING ROY’S BIG BUT FLACCID COCK IN ME SOMEWHAT OF A CHALLENGE AT TIMES. HOWEVER, WE'VE OVERCOME THIS SENIOR OBSTACLE. I’LL LET ROY EXPLAIN."

Stated Roy (65): I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT I’VE BEEN SUCKED DRY BY MY CUM THIRSTY WIFE, OLGA MORE TIMES THAN A COMPUTER SPREADSHEET COULD KEEP TRACK OF. BUT, NOT ONCE UNTIL I MET SAMANTHA HAS ANYONE EVER TONGUED MY ASSHOLE! IF FUCKING IS WHAT ROBERT’S WIFE WANTS, IT’S FUCKING SHE WILL GET, AS LONG AS SHE’S WILLING TO RE-IGNITE MY SENIOR HORMONES BY LICKING MY ASS CRACK IN KIND!

Stated Brian: WHAT MAN DOESN’T LIKE GETTING HIS DICK SUCKED? MANY OF YOU MUST BE QUESTIONING OLGA’S AGE DIFFERENCE AND MINE. YES, SHE SO HAPPENS TO BE JUST 5 YEARS YOUNGER THAN MY OWN GRANDMOTHER. AND BY THIS, I WAS EMBARRASSED INITIALLY. HOWEVER, ONE WOULD BE HARD PRESSED TO FIND ANYONE CRAVING SEMEN MORE THAN THIS LADY. AND FOR HER, ONE MOUTHFUL OF EJACULATE IS JUST AN APPETIZER!

"Lastly, Samantha’s husband, Robert (46) states: I CAN’T IMAGINE WHY, BUT BRIAN FAILED TO MENTION OLGA WEARING DENTURES? NO NEED TO BE SHY, YOUNG MAN, JUST ASK HER TO REMOVE THEM. AND SHE WILL! BELIEVE ME, THERE’S NOTHING QUITE LIKE GETTING A GUM-JOB FROM SOMEONE WHO LOVES GIVING THEM!

“I see what you mean,” I admitted, after noticing how soaked Ted’s thong had become with my pre-come. “This is hot stuff, hardly reading material for the Tabernacle Choir!”

From behind her hands, Elle continued peeking at my bulge, and at the thong’s wetness in particular. “Do men really like ... doing those sorts of things?”

“Are you saying that Ted didn’t?” I dared to ask.

Shyly, Elle lowered her hands, and admitted, “I used to think not. But, now that I’ve peeked inside his secret chest and seen what’s inside, how can I be sure?”

Before even asking, of her answer, I was 99.9% certain. Brazenly, I asked, “Have you ever sucked a penis?”

“No.”

“Not even kissed one?”

Squirming, as if further aroused by my bluntness, she again said, “No.”

“Ted never asked you to?”

“Hem-hawing, she confessed, Well, no, but whenever I got my period, he did seem to prefer having my face close to his pecker whenever I jerked him off.”

“You never took that as a hint? Considered sucking him off instead?”

“Yes, but”

“Yes, but what?”

“I wanted to try it, yes, but I was afraid Ted would think I was a whore.”

“Times have changed, Elle. Most men under seventy would consider your unwillingness to pleasure them orally rather prudish. Not that you’d ever had a polygamous relationship, but I wouldn’t think any less of you for admitting to sucking someone else off too.”

“For the record,” Elle protested. “I was a virgin when I married Ted, thank you very much! Is this some sort of ultimatum? Either suck your dick or else you’ll not bother with me? Even if I’m willing to remain nude for you during your visits?”

“No,” I lied. “I’m just saying that most men would find your oral fears a bit prim.”

For a moment Elle remained silent, but then removed her bra as if defeated. “After reading those magazines, I’m bored with being prim. I was hoping you could teach how not to be? Please, I’m so lonely. If you’ll spend the entire day with me, I’ll do whatever you want.”

To be continued ...

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By *eanormCouple
over a year ago

stockton

Wow love it more soon

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By *ncorMan
over a year ago

Ipswich

Lovely. More please.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

This is getting interesting . Can't wait to hear more

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By *AMES19620Man
over a year ago

newport

Mmmmmm mote please doo. I hope

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By *lf and ElfetteCouple
over a year ago

Goole

Definitely more please

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Elle’s tits appeared firm for a woman approaching sixty. At the epicenters of her pinkish aureoles, her nipples more resembled pencil erasers capable of poking out someone’s eye! Without my needing to ask, Elle then removed her panties too, revealing to me her brown, untrimmed pubic triangle, a sight I’d longed to see. Visually, I savored the moment, despite my inability to see her cunt beneath such thick pubes. Even if Elle ever became comfortable with her nudity, I could envision her keeping her legs together at all times, hindering my enjoying a gynecological view.

Mounted on the wall next to a Lazy-Boy recliner nearby, I noticed a reading light, one having an extension. For examination purposes, what more could I have asked for? When I asked her to sit, she had no clue what was coming next. “Now, recline the chair as far back as it will go, and spread your legs.”

Blushing deeply, Elle obeyed my command, but had modestly used both her hands to cover her vaginal area. Never-minding that she’d covered herself, I made full use of the light’s extension, and prepared for a close-up view. Flicking it on, I said, “Move your hands, so that I can get a good look at you. Or would you rather I leave?”

“What are you going to do to me?” Elle whined.

“Pretend that I’m your dentist, searching for cavities in need of filling.”

Sighing, Elle apprehensively moved her hands. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Immediately, I noticed her wetness. “That’s better,” I said.

For a fifty-nine-year-old woman with two children who was sitting spread-eagle, I expected her pussy to gape open on its own. Without thinking twice, I leaned forward, and from its source inhaled her femininity. How might an older woman’s pussy taste? I pondered. Feel wrapped around my hard cock?

“Was Joyce telling the truth,” Elle wanted to know. “About Robert’s tongue bringing her great pleasure?”

After forty-one years of marriage, Elle suddenly seemed anxious to have her pussy licked. And by me! “Yes. If your ecstasy proves lacking after two minutes, tell me to stop and I will.”

Without waiting for her to respond, I dove in face first. At the entrance of my friend’s birth canal, I began my tongue-led safari at his mother’s clitoral hood. Once I was done, however, I would later insist on her keeping shorter pubes. A pubic triangle trimmed more to my liking.

“Yes ... yes ... Oh Yes!” Elle bellowed repeatedly.

“You want me to stop?” I teased.

“Oh no, please no,” Elle insisted. “Ted never ... Oh my, I’m coming again!”

After licking her twat for another ten minutes, I then concluded my oral assault by diddling her G-spot. “But this isn’t fair, I teased. You’ve come at least six times already, haven’t you? What have I gotten in return?”

“Okay, Les, I’ll suck your dick. Anything, if you promise to lick my pussy again.”

Somehow I couldn’t imagine Elle ever agreeing to a rim job, but I would keep her post-cunnilingus willingness in mind. Before helping her up from the La-Z-Boy, I gave her a minute to recover. While removing Ted’s thong, I demanded, “On your knees, then.”

Once Elle dropped to her knees and first looked at my cock, I’ll never forget her wide-eyed expression. “Wow, you are huge! Most plums are smaller than your glans! What if it won’t fit in my mouth?”

“I need a surefire orifice in which to ejaculate,” I said, attempting reverse psychology. “However, I see you as way too prim to allow ejaculate inside your mouth. So, just give me a hand-job like you used to give Ted, why don’t you?”

“Maybe I don’t want to be prim.”

“Okay, but after tasting your sweet pussy, I’m anxious to bust my nuts.”

With her left hand cradling my nut-sack and her right hand wrapped around my cock at its base, Elle then stuck out her tongue and lapped at my seeping pre cum. Smacking her lips, she accredited, “Salty, but not bad. I could get used to this.”

I cannot believe she’s actually doing this, I thought, despite such unexpected pleasure proving short-lived. Even as a beginner, of Elle I’d had higher expectations. Overshadowing the pleasure derived from having her lips wrapped around my glans, I felt her teeth, scraping me in a bad way! Without hesitating, I withdrew my cock from her mouth.

“Okay, how was it?”

As if her palette now required pre-cum whetting retroactive to her eighteenth birthday, Elle whined, “I don’t know. I just got started. Did I do something wrong?”

From the twenty-something babes with their pierced tongues, I knew I could always count on getting good blowjobs. Unplanned parenthood and child support payments, I’d leave for someone else. Meaning that Elle had other benefits I’d yet to consider: Both a lifetime of monogamy and her postmenopausal condition. Besides bareback fucking and ejaculating risk-free into a pussy as tight as hers, what more could any man ask for?

With a sense of urgency, I asked. “Where’s the guest’s bedroom?”

“Down the hall–third door on the left, why?”

“I’m thinking you’d rather not make love to me in the same bed you shared with Ted?” I opined, almost saying the word ‘fuck’ instead.

Elle had then without apprehension taken my hand and led me down a lengthy hallway, shaking her sexy ass for me along the way. For the next three hours, we’d enjoyed intercourse in various positions. Most of which, surprisingly, she’d yet to try. Once, while taking her doggy-style, I’d even dared to gently probe her asshole.

“Unless you’re prepared to enlighten me further on Joyce’s testimony on page 18,” Elle responded, “don’t get any ideas about poking anything other than your tongue in there!”

“A rim job, on the first date? For you, I suppose I could make an exception.”

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” Elle giggled. “But, let's shower together first.”

Surprisingly, Elle suggested we wash one another. Afterwards, she had then retaken my cock in her mouth, ever determined to complete the blowjob she’d started earlier.

“Ouch!” I couldn’t help but verbally wince, but rather than criticize Elle’s oral technique and leave her feeling self-conscious, I’d asked her to lick my nuts instead.

Obviously, Eddie's mother had other plans. “Now, lay still and keep your eyes closed.”

She’s getting a towel for me to ejaculate into, I decided, prior to her closing the drapes and casting our togetherness into total darkness. “Already, I miss the visual arousal,” I whined.

Two minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. In a voice that had oddly just taken on a deeper resonance, she said, “Maybe I can make that up to you.”

What sense did that make? I asked myself, just as Elle retook my cock into her mouth for a third time. This time deeper, and this time without my feeling her teeth?

“That feels incredible! If you don’t stop, though, I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

“But, isn’t that what men want? For their women to swallow like Olga?”

“But, what if–”

“At one time I never cared for the broccoli, either,” she admitted, cutting me short. “But, now I happen to love it.”

“Here you go then,” I warned, at the onset of my 3rd ejaculation of the day. In record time, Elle had somehow figured out how to keep her teeth from getting in the way, all while maintaining the right attitude.

I’d expected Elle to gag and back away once my ejaculate entered her mouth. Determined, she swallowed, sighed, and then swallowed again. “Salty but kind of yummy,” she declared, while lapping up the final drops seeping from my peehole. “I feel kind of foolish, for not trying this sooner.”

“Most men would not object to giving you all you want, and then some.”

“But, I’m only interested in savoring yours, forever and ever, amen.”

The thought of Eddie dropping by and catching me with his mother was bad enough, without his mother pressing me for a lifelong commitment to boot.

“In time, your curiosity will motivate you to learning how other men’s cum tastes.”

“Not that I’m interested in finding that out firsthand, you mean there’s a difference?”

“On that subject, I can only attest to what I’ve been told, but, apparently, yes.”

“To make up for my lifetime of deprivation, you may cum in my mouth whenever you like.”

“Unless you’re fishing for a marriage proposal, be careful whom you say that to.”

“For you I’d runoff to Las Vegas right now, but I doubt our families would understand.”

“You’re right,” I said, relieved, thinking Eddie especially. “How about reopening the drapes, so I can see you?”

“I’m ashamed for anyone to see me like this,” she admitted.

“I doubt your gynecologist has seen anymore than I have?”

“Without my dentures!” Elle blurted, and all but leaping out of bed.

No wonder I’d not felt Elle's teeth, bless her heart. She’d given me a gum job, my first!

After reentering the bathroom, she emerged about a minute later and reopened the drapes. As the sunlight spilled into the guest bedroom, it seemed to illuminate Elle’s shapely butt before anything else.

“So, you would like to experience what Joyce described firsthand?”

“Whoa! You’re willing to diddle my fifty-nine-year-old asshole with your tongue?”

“Get up on the bed on all fours, and spread your ass-cheeks, and I’ll show you.”

I savored the moment, her willingness to spread her ass-cheeks for me, even if it only meant satisfying her curiosity regarding Joyce’s testimony. Surprisingly, Elle’s ass-crack proved almost hairless. And she spread her ass-cheeks as far apart as I could have hoped. Inquired Elle, “What’s this position called?”

“It’s called, hold still, while I go out to the car and grab my camera.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Elle giggled. “And stop staring at my butt-hole! You’re supposed to be licking it.”

“I can think of at least a dozen hypocrites at your church who’d give their last dollar to see you this way! Believe me, your rosebud is in a class by itself.”

“Two of them are quite wealthy,” Elle agreed. “Maybe we should take some photos and try auctioning them off to the highest bidder.”

“Then, how could you go on living here, bearing that kind of reputation?”

“After selling this house, I’d take the money and move somewhere far away. Live worry-free, run around nude, and have lots of sex, preferably with a young stud-muffin more interested in kissing my ass than staring at it.”

“I’d like to apply for that job!”

After letting go of her spread ass-cheeks, Elle implored, “You already have, silly, but so far you’re not doing so well on the ass-kissing part of the interview.”

To be continued ...

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By *itram23855Man
over a year ago

rotherham/fuerteventura

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By *AMES19620Man
over a year ago

newport

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

More soon I hope

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By *ceman619Man
over a year ago

Sunderland

Nice

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