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<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106742 2021-01-08T16:59:03Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106738 2021-01-08T16:58:02Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106733 2021-01-08T16:57:07Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

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<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106718 2021-01-08T16:54:03Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106713 2021-01-08T16:53:08Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

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<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

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<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106683 2021-01-08T16:48:27Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106682 2021-01-08T16:47:37Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106669 2021-01-08T16:44:57Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106660 2021-01-08T16:43:53Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106653 2021-01-08T16:42:51Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106647 2021-01-08T16:41:59Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106642 2021-01-08T16:40:52Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106629 2021-01-08T16:39:30Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106621 2021-01-08T16:38:27Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

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<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

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<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106607 2021-01-08T16:35:29Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106601 2021-01-08T16:33:52Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106596 2021-01-08T16:32:55Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106589 2021-01-08T16:31:51Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106583 2021-01-08T16:30:44Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106580 2021-01-08T16:29:46Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Mature_Mrs._Hallam_s_Photos&diff=106489 2021-01-08T16:13:49Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>&quot;Oh, I didn't know those were up here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't looking.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My face burned because she knew it was a lie. She gave me one of those looks, almost like pity, her expression all about, Oh ... Come on ... really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she said it out loud. &quot;I think you were. But it's all right. You don't have to lie.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said as my cheeks flared hotter. Mortified, I felt sweat prickle along my spine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;God, I don't know what you must think,&quot; she said as she flipped through the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time. I couldn't guess at how many occasions they recorded, but she was younger in some, older in others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes came up for a second when she said it. Then she went back to the photos again. She went through them quickly, with a cursory glance at each before moving to the next like she was handling a deck of cards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was embarrassed for myself because she'd caught me with my nose in what wasn't my business, but also for her because of what she was doing in every single one of those pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said again because I didn't know what else to say. Plus, she made me feel uncomfortable. I was awkward when she was around. It was instinctive, something primal in me which put me on edge. She looked like an old-fashioned schoolmarm. Attractive yet stern despite her smiles and elegant diction. She had an aura about her, sexy but scary. I knew she was up around 50. My boss, Bernie, had made a lewd comment as we'd driven to the house. Bernie had the same opinion about Mrs Hallam's sexual appeal as me, which he'd voiced as he told me about the job while we rattled along in the battered Ford Transit, tools loose in the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, like those photos were nothing more than old holiday pictures from a time long before mobile phones and digital cameras, she got to the last one in the pack and gave a sigh, the sound nostalgic while she looked at me with a wistful cast to her smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;These must go back to ... Oh, let me think,&quot; Mrs Hallam said, pausing before adding, &quot;nineteen fifty-eight or -nine? Something like that.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she looked at the pack and showed me the one at the top. It was her with a thick, veiny cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hat, her lips around the cock, big boobs draped over the man's thigh as he fed her his meat. It was lewd and made my cock twitch because it was her in the picture. I'd seen pornography before but hadn't been face-to-face with the model.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Garden party last summer,&quot; Mrs Hallam explained. &quot;That's the one of the barmen we hired I've got in my mouth. My husband took the picture.&quot; Mrs Hallam paused and glanced at the shoebox. &quot;My husband took just about all of those photos,&quot; she said, casual, not a care in the world. Like it was an everyday thing to have a visiting tradesman - well, apprentice - discover your stash of private, personalised pornography in a shoebox up in the attic. &quot;He's in a few,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued, &quot;my husband. But he prefers to watch and take the pictures. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a bit of dirty fun. I don't let them fuck me, and I don't mind sucking a cock. It's very exciting to watch a man come. I've done it dozens of times. Probably hundreds.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speechless, I just shrugged and looked past her for a way out. We were in the attic, which meant the sole point for access and egress was the sturdy, telescopic ladder behind her. I was too slow to react when she first appeared. I hadn't heard her climb the ladder. It wasn't one of those flimsy aluminium jobs. It was solid, well made. It didn't creak or rattle and her head and shoulders were through the sizeable hatch before I knew she was there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said, blurting it out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My stomach flipped over several times when she just looked at me, the photos in her left hand, her expression showing something I couldn't define. Still caught up in the shock of her catching me looking, I was more concerned with getting away. It was the fight or flight response kicking in. My hands and legs trembled and my heart raced like a jet fighter screeching into the sky. But there was something disturbing in the way she smirked and stared at me which also caused a reaction. My cock, already hard from looking at the photos, pulsed and seeped precum, the goo clammy and sticky, and I actually felt my scrotum go tight as the skin shrunk around my tingling balls. I was supposed to be working, lining the walls of the attic, and I was concerned that I was in trouble. I was anxious in case she dobbed me in to Bernie, which on hindsight, was a silly idea, but it was confusing to feel my body's response to her presence and that look in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She kept smirking and said, &quot;Shocked you, hasn't it?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did she expect? I was up there doing a job. It was another day's work and I had nothing on my mind beyond a couple of technical problems and a vague notion the weekend was only two days away. Boarded out years before, there was all the usual stuff stored in the attic: a couple of old suitcases with leather corners, a Christmas tree in a battered box taped at the corners and edges, golf clubs, a shoebox full of photographs of Mrs Hallam sucking cock...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I need to get something from downstairs,&quot; I managed to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she tutted and folded her arms beneath her sizeable breasts. On that afternoon, Mrs Hallam was wearing a light summer dress in some sort of wraparound style. Loosely belted in the middle the dress, had a deep V at the neck, and while I hadn't exactly perved at her, I was aware of Mrs Hallam's ripe voluptuousness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason,&quot; she said through her grin, &quot;you don't have to run away.&quot; She held up the pictures. &quot;Don't get all funny about these,&quot; she added. &quot;They're not a secret. Well,&quot; she went on after pulling a face, &quot;my children haven't seen them, of course. God, I'd die if they knew their mother was such a slut!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam rolled her eyes and gave a wry chuckle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know what he was thinking by leaving them up here,&quot; she said, one eyebrow raised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found out later that she was the one who put the shoebox in the attic. Mrs Hallam confessed when the situation moved on from her initial seduction that, bored during the day while her husband was at work, she fancied diversion and thought it'd be fun to tease the nineteen-year-old lad working in the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam, it's none of my business,&quot; I gasped, desperate to get her out of the attic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's a thing we do,&quot; Mrs Hallam continued.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She flipped through a couple of photos again, then glanced at the shoebox.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Just a bit of excitement,&quot; she told me, eyes on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Okay,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My husband likes watching.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock pulsed again when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gets him randy,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mrs Hallam-&quot; I started, stopping when she held up a hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Still does,&quot; she said. &quot;Fucks me like he did when we were courting. He gets very worked up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gulped at the profanity as a huge aching void of sexual arousal yawned inside me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;It's only my mouth,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on. Then her grin widened and she dropped an eyelid against one cheek in a conspiratorial wink. &quot;And between my tits sometimes if I particularly like a chap. But shush, don't tell my husband.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she giggled like a girl, like she might have done back in 1950, before she was too mature to giggle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam even held her lower lip between her teeth and crinkled her nose at me. &quot;I'd quite like to suck your cock,&quot; she said with a vixen look on her face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck me,&quot; I said on a sigh of disbelief.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hadn't meant it that way, but Mrs Hallam's eyes went round, eyebrows arched with faux incredulity. &quot;You could at least offer to buy me a drink first, darling,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A moment later, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] she tinkled a laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, would you like me to give you a nice little suck? A little diversion to see us through the day?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was no way I was about to refuse. I was shocked, of course. I was stunned with the surprise of first finding the stash of cock-sucker photos, which doubled-up into shock by her outrageous offer of more of the same, and while I had some vague notion about being caught with my dick in her face, the rush of lust made me reckless enough to let her do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;What? Really? You mean it?&quot; I said without knowing I was going to ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She held the photos up once more. &quot;Really, Jason, what a ridiculous question...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam held my dick in her left hand. She had her fingers curled round the shaft, the big diamonds in her engagement and eternity rings flashing in the sunlight which streamed in through the skylight set in the angled ceiling above us. I looked at the rings, saw her wedding band glint, and wondered what her husband was doing right at that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at my cock with an expression which told me she was feeling the need just as much as me. It was a predatory, feral, hungry look, something which revealed how she really was, her true, sexual self, the inner personality behind the elegant veneer she used as a front. That look was what I'd sensed and what had made me so uncomfortable being around her. There was a darkness inside Mrs Hallam. Not anything evil or necessarily bad, just something carnal, almost illicit. She was a Cougar a couple of decades before the phrase came into use, A MILF long before the American Pie movie put that acronym out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she looked up and saw me staring, Mrs Hallam winked and gave me her grin. &quot;Dirty boy,&quot; she said before she set her focus back on my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I was just working,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked at me again. She was on her knees, a flattened cardboard box as a cushion against the hard wooden boards. She had her dress up to her thighs, one hand working my cock while she caressed her own breasts from outside the dress with the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You were looking at pictures of me sucking men's' cocks,&quot; she said with a feral glint behind her eyes. &quot;Probably going to have a wank as well I wouldn't be surprised.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I didn't mean to look at them,&quot; I said with a gasp. It was difficult for me to reconcile the language she used to her composed and elegant style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was desperate to make her believe me. Despite what she was doing and her apparent enjoyment I couldn't shake the niggling feeling I would get into trouble. I was a product of the times. Young, naive, not a virgin - although my experiences to date couldn't compare to Mrs Hallam, the attic, and her photos - but I was still afraid of authority. Raised by the generation which came immediately after the Second World War, I knew breaking the rules had consequences.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But you did. I saw you gawping,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I ... I couldn't help it. They ... You...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Blew your socks off almost, didn't they, Jason,&quot; she drawled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I can't believe it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Oh, Jason, darling, you don't have a clue.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it with a low growl, jacking my cock as she looked into my face. Then, after a quick sigh which told me she was hot and bothered and horny, Mrs Hallam opened her mouth and took the dome between her pursed lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Fuck,&quot; I grunted while she snuffled and gasped and sucked her cheeks concave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I boggled. I couldn't quite believe it as I watched Mrs Hallam sucking my dick. It was amazing, like something out of Mayfair, a story someone made up for a mucky magazine. She went at it with her fingers down at my root, her hand working me down near my balls, the bulb in her mouth, glugging and glomming like she was making porn. During a lull, after licking the keel from my balls to the tip, her fist moving with fast, urgent strokes, Mrs Hallam smiled, eyes full of clandestine intent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You like me sucking your dick?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You're fucking gorgeous,&quot; I said. The heat was on me and I was crude with the compliments. &quot;I think you're sexy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Thank you,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;It does me good to hear a young man say that. I was very pretty when I was younger. I turned a lot of heads in my twenties. But as I get older...&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam swirled her tongue around the swollen cockhead, her stare set with mine while she teased and taunted with her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You might be one of those ones who gets to come on my tits,&quot; she purred when she came off my dick. &quot;For being so nice.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said it and then went back to slurping my cock. She made the noises, wanking at me, her free hand sneaking into the dress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wanna see your tits,&quot; I growled, crude and aggressive with need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up and eyeballed me, my cock in her mouth. She held it between her lips and used her hands on her dress at the lapels. She peeled and shrugged and the dress fell looser at the middle as the belt slipped. I saw one tanned shoulder Mrs Hallam's upper arm when the dress slid down at that side. Then she shrugged again, my dick still caught between her pursed lips, her gaze locked with mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; I said when the bodice was at the crooks of her arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Boys and big tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam said. My dick waggled after she let it drop from her mouth, her tone close to mocking as she freed her arms from the dress. &quot;Always been the same,&quot; she added while scooping one boob from her bra. &quot;They're only tits,&quot; Mrs Hallam went on as she hefted the other one free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then she gave me the same old grin and shimmied, the action setting her big, round breasts to swinging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't know why you men go silly for them,&quot; she said as I gawked and took hold of my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ah, fuck, they're fantastic,&quot; I gurgled while tugging myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam did the girly giggle again. She pressed her arms against her breasts, compressing tit-flesh, nipples long, aroused teats, the flesh excited in the big circular saucers. I groaned and wanked my cock, hot for Mrs Hallam's big breasts. I couldn't explain why I felt like I did. I didn't know what it is that makes breasts so appealing to men, or at least what excites me, but there's just something in the way they jiggle and sway. It's in their contours and shape. They're all the same basic design but supremely crafted. For me, it's not just big tits that get me aroused. I love little boobs, too. In fact, at nineteen, I was just mad for women in general. At an age when it was all about hormones and heat, when it was all about sex, before I'd fully matured and refined my attitudes to be less chauvinistic, I looked at women and judged them on their aesthetic appeal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mrs Hallam had it all going on. She had the looks, the demeanour, the boobs, and the legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; Mrs Hallam replied. &quot;If I had a pound for every time I've had that said to me,&quot; she said with a glance at her own spectacular frontage. &quot;Well, I'd be a very rich woman.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam looked up at me, teasing me with a deep cleavage and pimpled areolae as she crinkled her nose in what seemed to be one of her tricks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Gotten me into all kinds of trouble,&quot; she said as she made her boobs jiggle. &quot;These big tits,&quot; she went on through a sigh and her smirk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I want to fuck you,&quot; I said as I worked hard at my dick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Mm, yes, I suppose you do,&quot; Mrs Hallam said with a pout. She gave me a pitying look. &quot;You're not the first one to say it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So, lie down,&quot; I said. &quot;Take that dress off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam gave me a mocking look. &quot;Wouldn't it be easier if I took the dress off first?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I don't care. Please, just take it off.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She put a hand on my thigh and heaved up to her feet. &quot;I'll take it off, but I'm not letting you fuck me.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disappointment was a leaden sinker into the pit of my stomach when I heard her say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Please,&quot; I groaned, my eyes on her swinging tits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She let the dress fall. &quot;No,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm not supposed to fuck. That's not allowed.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stared at her as she stepped out of the dress. Her boobs shivered and swung, cantilevered over her bra. She was soft and rounded, a mature lady, not a skinny young thing. Children and time had had an effect, but she still had a figure that was entirely, wonderfully feminine. I was nineteen and felt a surge of deep yearning to experience her body, a near overwhelming urge to tear her underwear off her and lay her down so I could plunge into her up to my balls. Desire bubbled, boiling in the indefinable place which is neither guts nor gonad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was instinct, a primordial urge, especially strong when Mrs Hallam used profanity. To hear her say 'fuck' was as shocking to me as seeing a nun smoking a cigarette. It was somehow entirely understandable but wrong at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;But I want to,&quot; I whined as Mrs Hallam paused, thumbs at the waist of her briefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her underwear was surprisingly dainty. Of an age where I thought she might be wearing unflattering bloomers, Mrs Hallam's knickers were more gentle and soft. They were blue, with a panel over her vulva, the material packed full while the sides were lacy and pretty. Her panties were high cut at the tops of her legs, the waistband barely more than string around her hips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she paused she looked at me, reinforcing the original notion I'd had about her being the old-fashioned schoolmarm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;If you don't behave,&quot; she said, &quot;there'll be no more of this.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At which she shoved her underwear down over her thighs and revealed a completely bald vulva, the inner folds of her labia plainly visible where they peeped from the fleshy outer lips. Later, when Mrs Hallam first opened her legs to give me a full view of her intimate places, it shocked and thrilled me in equal measure to see those female folds were thick, meaty flaps, her clit something close to the size of the top joint of my pinkie finger. It was an incredible sight to behold the butterfly wings of Mrs Hallam's scarlet, glistening quim. It would be one of the most enduring moments in my memory, something which always put me in favour of a glorious, sexy older woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When she revealed herself, knickers at her knees, fists on her hips, expression belligerent but also showing a hint of self-doubt behind her eyes, I gasped because it was 1983 and it wasn't so common for a lady to shave off her thatch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I thought that would get your attention,&quot; Mrs Hallam said as she posed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is when I moved in close, cranking my dick, the excitement of it too much as the surge began and spunk flicked from me in a thick, vehement rush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mrs Hallam yelped as the first squirt spattered against her skin. &quot;Oh!&quot; she cried, when the jizz landed on her hip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As she said it, the second spurt hit her stomach, another two forceful spatters leaving gooey, glistening ropes. One on her ribs on the right side, another on her thigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Jason! Oh bugger! You're coming,&quot; she added, as more of the stuff dripped onto the boards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I gasped and moaned as the joy of it took me. I cranked at my length, mindless to the carnage while Mrs Hallam stared in slack-faced, wide-mouthed dismay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Uh, ah, fuck,&quot; I said, snorting the words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanked until I had nothing left, groaning with pleasure until, while a snotty silver thread shivered and finally dripped from the end of my cock, coherent thoughts filtering through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I wasn't expecting that,&quot; I heard Mrs Hallam say on a half-chuckle. &quot;Caught me by complete surprise,&quot; se went on. &quot;I'm glad you didn't do that when I had you in my mouth. I'd have just about drowned.&quot;</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106474 2021-01-08T16:11:54Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106452 2021-01-08T16:08:24Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106441 2021-01-08T16:07:24Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, [https://xbuuz.com https://xbuuz.com] short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106431 2021-01-08T16:05:22Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106426 2021-01-08T16:04:31Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Teen_Catches_Me_Licking_Her_BBW_Mom&diff=106310 2021-01-08T15:44:31Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: Created page with &quot;This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire - a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were in there as part of the former - a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our 'ways'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ's set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the group caught my eye - a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I'd had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age - heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! - but had never shagged an older fatty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I came out of the toilets, the woman I'd spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Heading into town now are we?&quot; she asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Yeah, looks like it,&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,&quot; she replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. &quot;You've clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sure you'll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;That's a shame - slim bimbos aren't really my type,&quot; I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. &quot;I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ladies not girls eh?&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Definitely. I reckon someone like you - for instance - could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Is that right?&quot; she laughed. &quot;It's a shame you're leaving then isn't it?&quot; And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Who was that you were talking to?&quot; my mate asked when I got back to the group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No-one,&quot; I lied. &quot;Just one of my mum's mates from work.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For some reason though, I couldn't get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn't 'feeling' the night out tonight - I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the group headed towards another bar, I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Not fancy anything in town then,&quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Nah, not my thing like I say,&quot; I replied. &quot;How come you're still here and on your own?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;So now it's your time to leave me then?&quot; I said cheekily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Come with me if you want - maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. &quot;You coming then or what?&quot; she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said &quot;It's been a while you know?&quot;. &quot;Since what?&quot; I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Since I've, you know, done it,&quot; she whispered back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;How long?&quot; I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,&quot; she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;We'll have to sort that out then won't we?&quot; I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,&quot; she said. &quot;So we'll have the place to ourselves.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she'd shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. &quot;No, leave the panties up,&quot; I said with a smirk. &quot;I want to get those even wetter!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;You dirty bastard!&quot; she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I'd never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn't take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene - me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. &quot;You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?&quot; she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Stick that cock inside me,&quot; she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I've no johnnies,&quot; I said, suddenly remembering I didn't have any on me. &quot;I don't think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,&quot; she giggled. &quot;I need that cock and I need it now!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling brave - and wanting to test her - I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn't take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realising I'd been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she was making as I sucked and licked away at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And understandably so. Here was one of the girls' mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy - nearer to their age than hers - between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Muuum!&quot; the girl shouted. &quot;What the fuck...&quot; before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she'd been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head - equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter's friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently she'd heard the girl who caught us say something like 'up her arse' before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a minute or so of very awkward small talk - and smirks from the two girls - she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said her daughter hadn't spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again... but that's a story for another time...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106302 2021-01-08T15:43:22Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106290 2021-01-08T15:40:29Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: </p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

JacquettaHimes6 http://modkit.eoegame.com/index.php?title=Becoming_Friends_With_Benefits&diff=106227 2021-01-08T15:28:54Z

<p>JacquettaHimes6: Created page with &quot;This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I a...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>This story involves one of the first friends I met, named Layla. We both met at a college orientation, in January, and we became good friends, despite many differences, as I am a staunch conservative type who voted for Bush (this was in January of 2005 when we met) and her a bleeding heart hippie liberal. We were students at Temple U, and I lived at home and she was moving into a dorm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As this was January, the orientation sessions were a lot less crowded than a standard one (we'd started at different schools in August of 04 but we had transferred to Temple for January 05). So that gave us a great opportunity to talk and meet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, I offered to show her around Philly as she was from New York and had never been to Philly before. We also went to dinner and such a few times, and I did try to get a relationship but Layla wanted to just be friends, and I understood. I did kiss her goodbye on the cheek a few times and that's how far we went with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hung out a few times, and that was it. She did tell me she would be moving into an apartment off-campus so I offered to help her find things when she would return to Philly in August.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fast forward to August of 2005, Layla and I met up for lunch, and then shopped for various items at an IKEA for her new apartment. I'd lost a few pounds over the summer, and she commented on how great I was looking! Now, admittedly, I'd seen Layla in nothing less than winter clothes for the most part, but as it was summer, she appeared in a sexy summer dress. We took the stuff back to her place, and I assembled it for her, and by the end of the day, [https://xbuuz.com xbuuz.com] her little apartment looked like a home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I probably stared at Layla a little more, especially when the straps of her dress would slide off, and she wasn't exactly quick to pull them back up. Plus, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra of any kind (did I mention she was a hippie chick?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She offered to take me to dinner wherever I wanted as a thank-you, and I agreed. But since we'd worked all day (and her apartment's a/c was not working), we were both sweaty. I told her I needed to shower, so I began to head home. She told me I could just shower there, and borrow some clothes her father left accidentally while mine was in the laundry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got into the shower and cleaned up. Layla would shower right after me. I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes but realized they were much too small.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that her clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of stared at her. I just awkwardly told her my clothes were in the dryer and we'd be ready to go in about a half-hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She then said, &quot;Jimmy, there's no rush!&quot; I expected her to be dressed in the bathroom (as this was a studio apartment) so I excused myself to the bathroom and told her to let me know when she was dressed. She then dropped her towel, exposing her fully naked body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, were her tits amazing! I was NOT expecting this at all! She came over to the chair, and sat in my lap, and began kissing me. I was getting very hard, very quickly. With the towel covering my cock, she was straddling me in the chair, with her tongue in my mouth, and I was holding her onto my lap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Layla realized that and started grabbing under the towel. Oh man, was I in the zone. She got up, and got on her knees, and yanked the towel away, and began stroking and sucking on my cock. I asked her if we could move to the bed, to which I carried her, and immediately took charge, where I put her down, and went down and spread her legs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Layla was loving this, so I asked her if she wanted to take it any further, and so she got right on top of me and began riding me, with her tits bouncing up and down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about 10 minutes, I told her I was not going to be able to hold back, so she got off and began stroking and sucking again, so she could finish me off. I asked if she'd cum, and she told me &quot;Jimmy, I fucking came twice! It's your turn!&quot; So about another 30 seconds of stroking and sucking, I told her I'm going to blow! She pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it right at her wonderful tits. Oh, man, did I blow a load on her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I suggested we might need to re-shower as my load was all over her tits and we were both sweaty from the lack of a/c, so we went into the shower, and just enjoyed each other's company, while cleaning each other off. She did say she wouldn't mind a &quot;friends with benefits&quot; thing, but she didn't want to be &quot;tied down&quot; with a relationship. I told her that would be okay with me if it was with her. We then got out of the shower, dressed, made out a little, and headed off to dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To Be Continued...</div>

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