1. Fucking the Last of My Mother's Card Club Fri


    Date: 7/17/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Mature, Author: badboy1958, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    in the kitchen. I’m making a cake. Jim’s golfing and the k**s are out and about too.” She had two teenagers, a boy and girl, two and three years younger than me. I followed her into the kitchen and handed her the eggs. “Thanks, you’re such a dear for bringing these over,” she commented. Then Mrs. T placed them on her marble kitchen counter next to a mixing bowl and did something she had never done before. She cupped my chin in her right hand, looked me in the eyes, closed her own and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t a really long, deep, passionate kiss, but rather a warm and friendly one. But it had an obviously intended sexual feel to it. When she twisted her mouth sideways and pressed her lips hard into mine just before releasing me, it was crystal clear that this was a MILF–on-the-prowl kiss, and not a mother-c***d or just-friends-and-neighbors kiss. She broke off the kiss, grabbed two of the eggs and cracked them over her mixing bowl. Then Mrs. T looked up at me to gauge my reaction to her kiss. I was pleased, aroused and stunned, my mouth agape, my cock pressing out and up in my pants. Satisfied that she had my rapt attention and that I had understood her sexual intent and was not deeply offended by it, given the erection I was sporting, MJ poured a cup of cake mix into the bowl, added some water and started stirring. Without looking up at me, she said: “I’ve wanted to do that to you since you entered puberty. You’re quite a handsome young man and getting more studly ...
    every day.” “But Mrs. T.” I started. “Hush and listen to me. I need to talk to you for a few minutes. Please grab one of those kitchen stools and sit down next to me” I obeyed her command. She looked at me and asked me if I wanted something to drink. I said: “I’d love a coke.” “Wouldn’t you rather have a glass of Chardonnay?” she said, giving me a knowing, sly smile. I elected not to react to that, thinking to myself, “Hmmmm.” Cocking her head towards the refrigerator, MJ said, “There’s a coke in the fridge.” So I went over and opened it and discovered a whole carton of eggs in there while I was grabbing a coke. “Hmmmm,” I thought to myself again. Mrs. T continued mixing her cake and preparing a pan for baking it as she went on in a very conversational, matter-of-fact tone: “Stephanie has told me about the evening she spent with you at her house, and about your Etta experience, which did not surprise me, given the hard-ons you generate when you’re around her.” Mrs. T.,” I tried to interrupt again. “Sshhh, I said.” MJ directed without even looking at me, “Let me finish. Then I’ll be quiet and listen to whatever you want to say.” She went on: “Steph and I are good friends and we talk about almost everything, including our sex lives. As you certainly have already experienced, Steph’s kind of a ‘player,’ by choice. And, well, I’ve been f***ed by circumstance to become one also. Jim has type-2 diabetes and, after he turned 40, he developed a very bad case of erectile dysfunction, ...
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