MILF interrupts her daughter’s BJ, then fucks me

Milf Kitty.. I probably should have expected something like this. After all, I was a rather established twenty-nine year-old and dating a nineteen year-old co-worker, who was sitting on the couch in her parents’ living room and ardently sucking my cock with a skill and enthusiasm that was well beyond her tender years.

I was the manager of a local chain restaurant and Kitty Haden had recently become one of our hostesses, and she was basically hired the minute she walked in the door a few weeks ago with those long, slender, mini-skirt-clad legs of hers. During the interview process, I quickly found out that she was also a cheerleader at the local State university, and she looked the part to a tee. Long, curly, bouncy blonde hair, tall, thin, and a bust that filled out a sweater like two footballs being fumbled.

We had been out a few times already, and though I hadn’t fucked her yet, mainly because she was a virgin, Kitty took to my cock like a puppy takes to a chew toy. This coy virgin made no bones about the fact that she released her sexual frustration by sucking dick, and since mine approached eight inches on a good night, Kitty displayed quite an affinity to wrapping her mouth around it several times an evening during our brief time together thus far. And this was a good night. A definite eight inches good night.

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Tonight, after we had closed the restaurant, I offered Kitty a ride home to her parents’ house, since I was an altruist, of course. The very real possibility of having my dick sucked by this young vixen had little to do with it. Although, if the situation presented itself I would be more than gracious enough to offer my stiff member to her eager lips, strictly to advance Kitty’s fledgling oral education.

I’m a gentleman that way.

When we reached her front door, Kitty informed me that her dad was away on a business trip, and her mom was apparently asleep upstairs since the bedroom lights were all turned off. She made a shushing sound with a finger to her bright red lips, guided me to the couch, and whispered in my ear that she would return soon. I was nervous being in her folks’ home with her mom upstairs, but my good pal Mr. Johnson, who was straining against my zipper like a eel on a hook, seemed to have no problem with the scenario as he wiggled and waggled happily, precum already providing a slippery coating on my shaft.

He, Mr. Johnson, was not to be disappointed.

Kitty returned downstairs wearing the proverbial fantasy outfit, the Catholic Schoolgirl clothing, short pleated skirt and knee highs. She had been wearing a buttoned up white blouse with black tie, but somewhere along the trip to her bedroom, she’d undone the tie and unbuttoned the blouse until you could see most of her young firm tits. On her back, she had a cute teddy-bear shaped backpack, just for special effect. A nice touch.

To make matters worse, her shoulder length hair done up in two pigtails. And she even had freckles. I couldn’t help myself, I instantly released my pole from its prison, and one hand went to the top of her head as my eyes rolled up as she knelt in front of me and began to trace tiny, wet kisses over my twitching dick.

The orally-fixated teenager took a firm stroking grip at the base of my cock, guided it to her full lips and flicked her tongue across the tip. Next came slower licks just on the head, longer and flatter, like she’d give to an ice-cream cone. Something in the back of my mind made a mental note that there was a slight bumping sound coming from another room, but my attention was understandably diverted and when Kitty took a breath for just a brief second, Mr. Johnson glared at me with that evil one-eye and silently demanded that I not give it another thought.

Kitty smiled and resumed her descent to my engorged dick, and her mouth worked circles around the ridge and then teased again, gently sucking the head. With her other hand, she caressed my heavy balls with an expertise that belied her chronological age, then tugged them towards me as she took them fully into her warm mouth.

Her wonderful ball-sucking caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and I tossed his head back with a soft moan. I began to thrust my hips, wanting to face-fuck her now, so she went back to teasing, licking her snaking tongue over the wrinkles of my scrotum, then again sucking each side into her mouth, caressing my cock with her hands as she did. She licked lines from my balls up the shaft, and nibbled the seam along the way. Again Kitty took only the head of my cock into her mouth, nothing more, and as I opened my eyes, mine locked into the watching eyes of a very horny-looking tall blonde.

Only it wasn’t Kitty. Kitty was munching on my balls.

This new blonde, a spitting image of Kitty, was dressed in a robe that draped loosely over her body, exposing the tops of two very promising globes, and she smiled a wicked grin at me as her teenaged daughter bobbed spiritedly on my meaty glans. She made the same shushing motion that Kitty had made to me when we entered the house a few minutes ago. Like mother, like daughter.

Blonde number two, the mature version of Kitty, altered her admiring gaze from my cock sliding in and out of her only child’s mouth, and wrapped the belt of her robe tightly around her, and her face suddenly contorted into one of a very pissed-off mom.

“Kathryn Haden, just what the HELL are you doing?” As Kitty jumped up, her schoolgirl skirt flared high off of her waist so that I could see the lovely little pink thong that she wore under her uniform. Funny what a guy can notice such a detail even when a mom has just caught her giving head to him.

Shocked, blushing, mortified, Kitty began to shake visibly. “Mom, I…..we just….oh, I didn’t……” Kitty ran out of words, throwing herself on the mercy of Judge Mom’ court, and started to sob.

Meanwhile, every impulse I had told me that I should zip up and depart, pronto, but Mr. Johnson was sending me private signals that sounded like, “Easy, now, boy, whoa, don’t tuck me in just yet, lemme watch this show for a spell.”

Why is it that Mr. Johnson always wins? He’s so persuasive.

Mrs. Haden admonished her daughter, seemingly oblivious to Kitty’s complete embarrassment at being caught in the act of playing tonsil hockey with my dick. She eyed Kitty’s attire with disdain. “Go upstairs and take off your high school outfit, young lady, and go to bed. You and I will address this in the morning.” Kitty’s wide eyes pleaded with her mom for forgiveness, but Mrs. Haden held firm, steely-eyed, looking directly at me now, menacingly.

“Go, upstairs, now.” Kitty scurried off like a shamed squirrel who had dropped the walnut, as Kitty mom’s impassively stared at me. And was it my imagination, or was she really staring at my still-exposed and very hard cock? “I’ll next deal with this not-so-young man.”

Mrs. Haden waited until she heard the door to Kitty’s bedroom slam shut. She looked at me. I looked at her. She looked at my cock, longer than she needed to, so I thought. I looked down at her robe and tried to envision what was under it, though from what little I could tell, it was apparent where Kitty had inherited her beauty.

Finally, after what seemed like forever (isn’t it funny how awkward silence seems infinitely prolonged?), she spoke. More specifically, she uttered an inquiry in a surprisingly husky voice.

“My daughter is still a virgin, I presume?”

I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing I could respond to this question truthfully. “Yes, ma’am, she is, I swear.” I began to tug at my cock, trying to place it back into its rightful hiding place, but was interrupted by one raised index finger by Mrs. Haden.

“Stop.”

My hands went to my sides, in immediate compliance. ‘Might this get interesting?’, I mused, against all hope.

Even in the dim illumination of the living room past midnight, I could swear I could detect a playful glimmer in Kitty’s mother’s eyes. Her manicured fingertips dropped to the belt once more and she started to leisurely loosen it from the tight knot, as my cock, which had never gone limp, rose to even greater arousal.

“It’s only fair,” said the older woman, as the robe eased off of her waist. “I’ve seen yours.” The robe dropped to the carpet, revealing a full set of mature and only slightly sagging full breasts, a surprisingly flat stomach; and a perfect sunlit-gold-brushed puff of silky pubic hair just above her slit;

She lifted one hand to her pink nipple and tugged on it teasingly, while the other lowered to nestle between her sweet thighs, and one long finger curled beneath her light yellow bush.

“Now, you’ve seen mine.”

I gasped audibly, somewhat in surprise at this turn of events, but mostly in sincere appreciation of her body, which by any measure, was more than college-cheerleader-worthy.

She walked towards me slowly, one had still tucked between her legs and now swirling around inside her cunt in leisurely strokes, and breathed seductively at me. “Your cock is beautiful.” I could only nod. What does a man say in that situation, when your girlfriend’s mom has commented favorably upon the size of your exposed cock, inches from her own pussy? Does Anne Landers have an appropriate retort for that?

She continued, reaching out to grab my shaft in one hand while lowering her torso down, down, slowly, spreading her legs for balance. Was this really happening?

Mrs. Haden brought her hand to her lips, provocatively dribbled a small stream of spit onto her palm, and began to lubricate my length with her saliva. “John, that’s your name, right?” Again, I only nodded, I wasn’t about to waive my Miranda rights yet, figuring anything I said could and would be used against me in the court of Kitty’s mom.

“Pleased to meet you, John. My name is Kitty’s horny, sexually neglected mother. But you may call me Mrs. Haden.”

My eyes widened and I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and astonishment as she sunk her wet cunt onto my dick and commenced a rhythmic motion with her pelvis, up and down on my titanium-hard dick, a long-held fantasy coming true.

“Hubby hasn’t fucked me in a month,” she said, seeming to think she needed to provide an explanation of sorts, not that I was seeking one. “And I think I should pay you a proper symbol of gratitude for not deflowering my eager beaver daughter.”

I was now nodding so frequently I was beginning to resemble a bobble head doll in a hurricane.

She brought my hands up to her big, bouncing breasts and held them to her chest tightly, closed her eyes and groaned out a soft rhyme. “John, John, the donkey dong, fuck my cunt now that my daughter’s gone.”

I suddenly realized that the age difference between Kitty’s mom and me was about the same as between Kitty and myself, and began to get comfortable with this whole arrangement. Of course, it helped that Kitty’s mother’s surprisingly tight cunt walls were clamping onto my cock like a newborn nuzzling a pacifier.

She continued to control the proceedings at her own pace, sliding my hands down to her backside to cup her luscious ass cheeks. She then squeezed her breasts for my viewing pleasure, plumping them, strumming her own nipples. She next walked her fingers down to her pussy, tapping her swollen clit lightly, and pulled her gash apart, and I was amazed at the pooled wetness that cascaded down and onto my stomach as she manipulated her kegel muscles . She slid another finger over her swollen nether lips, aching and hot as I watched, mesmerized.

Just when I thought I was really close to shooting as her talented cunt pumped my thickness to the point of near-release, she pulled me out of her canal and grasped my throbbing cock with a hard squeeze. It was a pretty neat trick, gave us a break and showed me she had the mens’ control thing figured out…one more reason to adore older women. Kitty who?

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