1. Seducing Mrs. Robinson


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 36, Source: LushStories

    and my tongue searched for and found hers. When she felt my tongue come to play, she moaned into my mouth. As we kissed I pulled her up off her chair to stand in front of me. I pressed myself to her, wrapping my arms around her to hold her. I could feel her tremble as I held her... tremble as if she was unsure if she should feel what she was feeling. She was torn - she wanted this more than anything right now. But she also knew that I was her best friend's son and she had reservations about what we were doing. "Joey, what are you... doing? We... can't... it's not... right..." she protested as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. My kisses moved down to her shoulder as her resistance wavered then waned. "Joey... please... please.... oh Joey..." she said, finally giving in to her rising desire and kissing me again. She ran her fingers through my hair as I moved her long brown hair aside and kissed her shoulder again. I could hear her breathing quicken and I smiled to myself. The spark had turned to a little flame! Taking her by the hand I led her over to the living room sofa and I sat down, pulling her down onto my lap. She wasn't sure what I wanted, but she followed my lead. She straddled my legs and knelt on my lap, sitting on my thighs and facing me. She leaned over to kiss me again and I reached around her slim waist holding her and rubbing my hand along her bare thighs. She was enjoying kissing me... it had been a long time since she was kissed like this. As we ...
    kissed, my hands moved from her thighs up to lightly graze her breast. When I did, she whimpered slightly. I took it as permission and placed my hand more firmly on her breast, squeezing it gently and caressing the firm globe. She put her hand over mine and pressed it, indicating she wanted me to grab her harder. So I took a firmer grasp and began massaging and playing with her breasts as she moaned and squirmed on my lap. After a bit of playing with her breasts, I pushed Mrs. Robinson upright. As she looked in my eyes, I took hold of the bottom hem of her gray spaghetti-strap top and slowly started raising it up over her head. When she saw what I was doing, she put her hands on mine, stopping me. "Joey..." she said, uncertain. "It's okay, Emily," I said. She smiled at me, her eyes bright and sparkling now. "That's the first time you ever called me by my first name." She removed her hands and I proceeded to rid her of her skimpy top, tossing it on the sofa beside me. I sat there for a moment in awe of the woman on my lap. Emily wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, but she didn't have to. She had amazing 34DD breasts... full and firm with dark areolas topped with nipples already stiffening in eager anticipation. I sat there slack-jawed for a couple moments not believing what was in front of me. "Alan bought them for me about a year before we split up. He thought they might help our marriage. He wanted me to look younger and feel younger. I think he thought it might spice up our ...