What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

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“Do you want to touch my nylons?” Miranda asked.

I nodded my head like some lovelorn boy.

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her knee.

“So your mother was telling me about your little charade last night,” she began. “Don’t just sit there stud, roam.”

My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg.

Her hand roamed too, landing directly on my cock. “Hmmm, nice. Your mother was not exaggerating.”

I let out an incontrollable moan. Trying to replicate her aggressiveness, I reached her pantyhose covered crotch. She explained, “Sorry, if I would have known I would be entertaining guests, I would have worn stockings…for easier access.”

I let out another moan. I looked at Mom, who was smiling perversely.

There was a moment of silence, as we each had our hands on the other’s private parts through our clothing.

The silence was broken when Miranda said, “So, your mom told me that you really want to fuck me.”

I let out a shocked moan.

“Is that true?” she asked, giving my cock a squeeze, as she leaned into me and bit my ear.

Weakly, I replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ma’am? Ma’am is for old people. Am I old?” she asked, pouting.

I stammered, attempting to rectify any insult I unintentionally made, “No, sorry, you are one hot bitch.”

She burst out laughing, “From one extreme to another.”

I apologized again, seeing my fantasy come true beginning to fall apart. “Sorry, I….”

I was thankfully shut up by her lips pressed against mine, as she kissed me hard. I felt her hands unbuttoning my jeans. Once my cock was released from it’s cocoon, it sprang to life and I was surprised to feel a mouth wrap around it. I opened my eyes to see my mother sucking my cock in front of Miranda Collington.

Miranda broke the kiss and watched the incestuous act. “I never would have believed it,” she acknowledged, standing up.

I watched her unzip her skirt, mesmerized. She slowly allowed it to fall down her legs, showcasing her perfect legs in black pantyhose. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, as my mother just as slowly sucked my cock.

The two working together had me in fits: a striptease by my fantasy older woman while my other fantasy woman, Mom, sucked my cock. It was completely enthralling.

Soon Miranda was only in pantyhose and a bra. I noticed she was not wearing panties.

Seeing me notice her lack of underwear, she smiled. “I haven’t worn panties since I was a teenager.”

She slowly sauntered back to me, leaned in and asked, “Can you help me with this?”

I reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra strap. After a few seconds of frustration, it popped open and her perky breasts were revealed to me. Instinctively, I leaned forward and took her large, erect nipple into my mouth.

Her pantyhose-covered leg touching mine, her breast in my mouth and my Mom’s slow but superb cocksucking were too much and I shot a load of my cum down my mother’s throat.

Miranda, seeing I had just come, said, “You better have a second load for me, stud.”

Mom got off her knees and got undressed herself. Once naked, except for stockings, she sat on the couch and took control. “Ok, enough of this silly foreplay. Miranda, let’s get that pretty face of yours where it does its best work, between my legs.”

Miranda obeyed in a heartbeat and I watched in voyeuristic glee as Miranda Collington, the pantyhose wearing weather girl, crawled between Mom’s stocking-clad legs and began licking her pussy.

Mom continued in her drill sergeant role as she instructed, “And you, get behind her, rip open her pantyhose, and plug her cunt.”

Turned on by Mom’s filthy mouth and watching my dream woman on her knees eating Mom’s pussy, I quickly obeyed Mom’s order.

Kneeling behind Miranda Collington, I stared at her perfectly curved ass, worshipping her perfection.

Mom joked, “Are you going to sit there and drool all day or are you going to fuck her?”

I responded, trying to be witty, “Can’t I do both?”

“Touché,” she moaned, Miranda obviously doing wonders with her tongue.

I rubbed my hands over Miranda’s pantyhose covered ass. Her pantyhose were the softest I had ever felt. I could have done this forever and been content, but I finally ripped her pantyhose apart to get access to her pussy.

I surprised her and Mom, when instead of just burying my cock in her pussy, I laid on my back, crawled between her parted legs and attacked her pussy with my mouth.

She let out a muffled moan when my lips touched her pussy lips. I couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted and how wet she already was. Although awkward, I was determined to get her off with my tongue. I lapped at her wetness, slowly sliding my tongue between her pussy lips like I was painting them with a brush: long, wide, strokes, back and forth.

I heard her breathing increase and decided to go for the kill. I reached up and took her swollen clit in my mouth and pulled down on it. She screamed into my Mom’s pussy the moment I sucked her clit into my mouth. Knowing I had her close, I kept her clit in my mouth and pushed my face into her clit and pussy over and over again, literally fucking her with my face. Her moans increased and her legs buckled and her pussy crashed onto my face. She rubbed her cunt on my mouth, clearly desperate to release the orgasm building inside her.

I just extended my tongue as best I could and tried to breathe as she literally fucked my face to orgasm. Knowing it was Miranda Collington riding my face was the second most exhilarating moment of my life, it would have been first if it hadn’t been for what Mommy and I had done last night. Suddenly she bounced on my face a few times, my head bouncing off the floor with each bounce, and I was soon been cascaded with a downpour of her juice. The juice kept coming and coming, and I eagerly attempted to savour and retrieve every fucking delicious drop.

Miranda finally crawled off me and collapsed to the floor. Her words filled me with a pride few men can ever have. “Holy fuck, that was the most intense orgasm of my life and I have had thousands of orgasms.”

Mom concurred. “I told you. Last night was the best sex if my life. You can see why I can’t just stop like a good mother should.”

I revelled in the glow of such praise until my cock reminded me it still was raring to go. Suddenly brimming with a confidence I never had before, I flipped Miranda onto her side and slid my cock inside her from behind. From this angle she was so fucking tight, even after her orgasm.

She moaned the minute my cock was buried in her and got animated, “Yes, fuck me big boy. Pound my tight pussy. Make me your slut.”

Her dirty mouth was both surprising, because she seemed so prim and proper on TV, and a major turn on.

Having already come this morning with Mom and again with Mom’s blow job twenty minutes ago, I was in for the long haul.

I looked up at Mom, who was watching and playing with herself.

Miranda’s dirty mouth continued through the fucking. “Your big cock feels so fucking good in my hotbox,” and “Hammer my cunt, drill me deeper,” and “Fuck me in front of your mommy” and “Holy shit, Alexis, no wonder you can’t resist him.”

I continued the deep hard thrusts, perspiration already dripping down my forehead, when she screamed, “Oh yes, I’m coming bad boy, I’m coming all over your beautiful cock.”

Her body spasmed like she was having an epileptic seizure as she ground her ass back on my cock taking all my stiff rod inside her.

Once she was done her second orgasm, she pushed me on my back and straddled me. I watched in complete awe as my cock disappeared between her glistening pussy lips. Once all eight inches were gone, she began bouncing on my cock like a cowgirl riding a bull. She bounced up and down hard, determined to fill herself with my prick. I just lay back and watched her hot facial expressions and her breasts jiggling all over the place as she rode me. Making it even better, this hot mature woman did something with her cunt muscles that was so amazing. It was like she was milking my cock with her cunt. It was so intense and easily the most amazing pleasure I had ever felt while fucking someone.

Suddenly she leaned forward, my cock staying lodged in her warmth, and she kissed me. At first it was gentle and sweet, but soon transitioned into a man and a woman becoming one. The whole time she slowly moved her ass up and down on my cock.

She finally broke the kiss and said, ever-so-sweetly, completely opposite of her earlier nasty talk, “Come with me, baby. I want to feel your cum inside me as I come.”

She leaned forward and kissed me gently. The tender passion mixed with her still amazing tightness had my balls boiling. I reluctantly broke the sweet kiss and warned, “I’m going to come soon, Miranda.”

“Hold on, baby, I’m close too,” she moaned. Her eyes bore into mine with a sweetness I couldn’t explain. She then began the countdown.

“10—9—8—7-not yet, baby–6—getting closer—5—I love your cock, baby—4—get ready—3—yes your cock fills me so completely—2—so close, baby, so close—1—yes, here it comes Baby, ready, set, come Curtis-the-Big-Cock-Mommy-Fucker, come inside me. Fill me with your hot cum.”

My balls were bubbling at five, but I held back using every last speck of resistance until she demanded I come. It was the most exhilarating orgasm of my life. It was like our bodies became one and our cum crashed together like waves off the Hawaiian coast.

I let out a loud “Oh fucking God.”

She let out a similar “Fuck, fuck, yeeeeeees.” She collapsed onto my chest and kissed me passionately as her orgasm spread through her. I could literally feel her body quiver on mine. It was so intimate; a feeling filled me I could not explain. I longed to just hold her.

My Mother broke the intimate moment. “Well, that was fucking hot.”

The sex had gotten so intensely beautiful, that I forgot all about Mom even being there.

Miranda looked up too and said, “I think I just found my date for Mark’s wedding.”

I looked at her, confused.

Mom attempted to fill me in. “Mark Appleton, Miranda’s ex.”

Mark Appleton was the news anchor for the TV station Miranda worked for. “Oh,” I said.

Miranda explained, “The wedding is in three weeks and I have decided you will be my date.”

“I will?” I asked, trying to process the news.

She took my still semi-erect cock in her hand and said, “and I won’t take no for an answer.”

I stammered, not because I didn’t want to, but more out of shock, “S-s-sure.”

She let go off my cock and stood up. “I would love to chat and play some more, but I need to get going to work.”

Thank God, I thought to myself, I needed time to recover.

As Miranda got dressed, she continued, “Curtis, what is your cell number?”

I gave it to her and she explained, “Curtis, I want to get to know you better over the next three weeks, we need to look like a couple at the wedding.” Her skirt back on, she pulled me off the floor and explained, her hand back on my cock, “I will definitely make it worth your while.”

Her seductive smile and tone had me a complete bowl of jello. I tried to sound strong and manly. “Sure thing.”

She kissed me quickly and finished getting dressed. I too started getting dressed, as my mother said, “Bad news, Curtis.”

I turned to my Mom and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”

“Your Dad called a couple of hours ago. He will be home later tonight.”

“Oh,” I replied, pondering how we would be able to keep up our little sexcapades.

Mom stood up too, grabbing my cock through my pants. “So we will have to be more creative.”

“Whatever you say, Mom,” I agreed, like a good son.

“That is what I like to hear,” she said, squeezing my cock one last time.

We all finished getting dressed and said our goodbyes and as I was just getting ready to leave, Miranda gave me on last kiss and whispered in my ear, “I will text you later so you have my number. Any time you want me, just text me.” She bit my ear and sauntered away.

I adjusted my cock which somehow had grown again. I left the house and got to my car. I sat there for a few minutes attempting to process the craziness that was the last hour. I had fucked Miranda Collington! I had a date with Miranda Collington!

Just as I went to drive away, my cell buzzed. I glanced at it.

Miranda: U have my cell now. Anytime you need a place to warm up your cock, just give me a call.

I smiled. I quickly texted back: How about now?

I waited a minute and was rewarded by a text back.

Miranda: U naughty boy. I will send you a special keepsake in a few seconds.

A few seconds later another text came from her. It was jpg. I clicked on it and also shit myself. It was a picture of Miranda in white stockings and nothing else. Her legs spread open and her hand spreading was open her pussy lips.

I was staring at it when I received another text.

Miranda: I have hundreds of these, stud. I will send you on every day. P.S.This is one of my tamer ones.

I gasped. I was in man heaven.

I texted her back: OMG-you are perfection.

She texted me back.

Miranda: Play your cards right and you can fuck perfection any time you want.

I decided not to respond and attempt to be aloof and strong. I drove home thinking if I died today I would die happy.

As I drove home, my phone vibrated again, but I waited till I got home to check it.

Once home, I checked the message, it was from Miranda.

Miranda: I am still horny. U have five hours to recover. I expect you to meet me at 11 at the studio. If you want to watch the show live, come at 9.

A second text came as I read this one.

Miranda: Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?

I gasped. I had tried on a couple times to convince my ex, Pamela, to try some backdoor play, but she wouldn’t even remotely consider it. Now the woman I had fantasized over for years was implying I could fuck her ass.

I decided I needed a long cold shower to calm down and a nap; I expected tonight might be a long one.

Dad was home and greeted me as I ran inside. “Hey Curtis, how was last night?”

I lied, “Uneventful.”

“Is she still mad at me?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t think so, I covered for you pretty good.”

“Thanks son,” he said, patting me on the back, “You always have my back.”

I held back a laugh, knowing that he didn’t remotely catch on. With any luck, he never would.

“I need to go take a nap, Dad, I have a late night date.”

He smiled, “Oh, to be young again.”

I went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, wondering what tonight and the next three weeks would bring.

The end of chapter 2…

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