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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She reacted to my finger in her arse "Not again, at least not today, in my arse. It was wonderful but it has stretched me and made me a little tender". I removed my marauding digit and instead turned her on to her back and went down on her pussy. It gaped open, it's lips distended, pink in colour and leaking my cum. I opened her thighs wide before letting my tongue descend on to her every ready fanny. My tongue went deep but I used my fingers to open her yet wider. I found her magic button which seemed to have grown over the afternoon and sucked on it. "Sweet Jesus...what the fuck are you doing to me" she moaned, her legs trembling. I licked away, slowly, as she was close to coming again and I wanted to stretch out her pleasure or more importantly mine. Her hands were in my hair, she gripped it, pulled it and came with a shriek and then several pants. "I can't take anymore" she said "it's all too much." It's too late for that I thought as my cock had recovered and was ready for her again. I placed her on all fours and fucked her hard and deep from behind. She whimpered at each stroke but made no attempt to stop me. I came after a few minutes, splashing another load in to her over excited body. "God, God almighty" she groaned "are you after killing me?" she asked in that soft Irish accent and started to laugh. My cock fell out of her, a spent force, and we settled on the bed next to each other her body half wrapped around me, her right leg resting on mine. Her face was a picture, flushed, sweaty, eyes wide, any semblance of the make up she had on earlier had disappeared but there was a new look in her eyes that I am glad to have seen, one that I only had seen in her daughter's, my wife, Jane.
We kissed and cuddled for a while before taking a long coolish shower. I soaped her over with a sponge and she reciprocated, taking ages to wash my cock. It was spent and just hung there, hopefully gathering back its energies. We dried off and slowly Delores returned to normal. "You have a hair dryer?" she said as she sat in front of the dresser mirror demurely wrapped in a towel. I provided one and she dried and shaped her hair back in to its formal wave. I told her Jane had left a travel bag of make up bits and pieces in the drawer opposite. She applied the make up and Delores was now fully restored. "I don't suppose she left any tights?" she asked. "Wardrobe shelf if she has.". She walked across the room, having dropped the towel, naked. Her bum wobbled, her breasts still nicely round did also, but her figure was really good for both her age and having given birth to three baby girls. I was sat upon the edge of the bed, naked, watching as she delved in to the shelf. She pulled out an assortment of tights and stockings but none matched the colour of the pair she arrived in and now residing in the waste bin. She decided to to do with out, she started to dress, suggesting I get on and do the same. We were rudely interrupted by my wife hollering from below "Is Mum back?" Delores nodded her agreement that she was indeed back. I pulled a tee shirt, shorts and flip flops on and headed downstairs. My wife, or should I say my soon to be ex-wife, was sat on the patio as I fetched out a fresh bottle of chilled white wine and glasses and placed them upon the table. "She is back but in the loo now" I smiled at her, she was dressed in a bikini, bare foot as usual, and sat noting the similarities between her and her mother. It was a quite a loss to lose her but the wheels were in motion and she was now pregnant by her black lover. I poured the drinks and Delores arrived on the patio, looking unblemished from her afternoon of fucking, wearing her retrieved peephole wedges. "Hello Jane". "Hello Mummy. I hope you have had a nice afternoon and Jim has looked after" Jane said sipping on her wine. Delores caught my eye, and smile played around her mouth and Irish eyes "That he has" she replied "and don't drink too much of that in your condition". The matriach was back!  |
