1. A Special Request


    Date: 8/13/2016, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    mother’s bed! Just before drifting off, I managed to rouse myself and slip out of Emily’s embrace without waking her. I dressed silently, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek before I left (she’d paid me in advance by credit card so no cash had to be exchanged). “Goodbye, my darling,” I whispered, knowing I would truly miss this woman if she never asked again for my services. As I began to straighten up, I felt her grab my wrist. “Oh,” she said in a sl**py voice, “are you going?” “Yes, I have to. But please, don’t get up. Go back to sl**p.” “Mmm,” she stretched languorously, the sheets slipping aside, her smooth skin glowing in the moonlight, shadows revealing her splendid form. I suddenly found myself aching to take her again, even though I’d already experienced as many orgasms in the previous few hours as I might normally over a few weeks. Emily brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. “Don’t go,” she said. “Stay with me.” I sat on the bed next to her, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Once, twice, a third time, and then — oh, it was so hard to resist, but reluctantly I pulled myself away. “Go back to sl**p, my love,” I whispered. “Sweet dreams.” And I really meant to leave. But Emily wasn’t quite ready to say goodnight. “Don’t go,” she repeated, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. I could feel the nipple hardening beneath my palm, and I saw her other hand sliding down between her legs. “Stay with me, just a little while longer.” “Well…” She ...
    lifted my hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers between her lips, lasciviously licking them, then returned my hand to her breast and rubbed the wet fingers over her stiff nipple. “Just a little longer.” “No, I… I really should go.” I could see her fingers moving faster between her legs. “It feels so good,” she sighed. Against my will, I closed my hand around her breast, gently squeezing, then pulling upward to tweak her nipple. “Mmm” she responded. Then I heard a wet squishing and slapping sound, which meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. “Ahhh… oooh… bend down close to me.” I leaned over expecting a kiss, but she turned her mouth toward my ear. I could barely hear her, whispering quietly, almost as if to herself. “When you… when you were sitting on my face… it was… it seemed just like… like it really was Kathy… and it was so… so perfect.” Then she shuddered and gasped and I knew she was coming. She turned on her side, toward me, her hand clutching mine as her body writhed in orgasm. I waited with her, enjoying the experience of watching Emily make herself come, happy that I could be with her as she felt such delectable pleasure. And I found myself fantasizing again about Emily’s daughter, Kathy, wondering whether she had started masturbating yet, and what it might be like to watch her achieve climax. God, how I had come to lust after that little girl, though I’d never yet met her or even seen her. When Emily was finished, she looked up at me and smiled, then moved my ...
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