J Watson - Hot bed daughter

Mary went downstairs and opened the door. She hadn't been wrong, it was a friend of Linda's. A boy with big shoulders and nice looking eyes. She knew he was Linda's regular boyfriend at the time.

"Hello, John," she said. "What brings you around?"

"I was looking for Linda," he said. "It seems like lately I can't ever catch her at school."

"Well, come on in the house," she said. "You can wait for her in the living room, where it's cooler."

Later she could tell herself that she really hadn't had anything in mind. She was simply being nice as she led the young man into the living room. But she couldn't deny that she did think he was good looking.

He sat down on the couch and Mary sat in the chair across from him. She saw him glance nervously at her as she crossed her long, beautiful legs. She let her skirt slide up higher than it should have and saw his eyes caressing the little strip of thigh she had revealed.

Mary suddenly realized how she was going to get back at her husband and daughter. And she was going to enjoy herself doing it. She leaned back in the chair and let her skirt slide up a little higher. She could see him licking his lips nervously.

"Did you know I used to be a model?" she asked him.

"No," he answered. "But I was sure you could have been. You're a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you," she said.

Mary got up and crossed the room. She set down beside him on the couch. She could feel his body heat and she was sure he was getting hotter. It made her tingle as she though about what her husband and daughter were doing out in the studio. And about what she was going to do!

"When do you think that Linda will be back?" he asked.

"Probably not for a while," Mary answered. "Why? Don't you like my company?"

"Of course," he answered.

"But I make you nervous?"

"No," he answered. "Of course not."

"I think I do," she said. "I think I make you nervous."

She took him by surprise, leaning, over and gently kissing his mouth. She drew her head back. She was close enough so that he could smell the sweetness of her perfume. He made a choking sound as she let her hand fall to his knee.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he answered.

"Then why don't you do something about it?"

She wanted him to turn into an animal, but he moved even faster than she expected. His arms wrapped around her suddenly and he jerked her against him. She didn't fight it. She let herself relax against his body. Her lips were soft as he kissed her. The first kiss was gentle but the second was hard and long. It left her gasping for breath.

"My goodness," she said. "You certainly do get carried away. Don't look that way, baby. I don't want you to stop. I like it!"

That was all he needed. He jerked her into his arms again and started brutally kissing her mouth. Her lips had never felt bruised before, but they did when John raised his head. She licked her lips and he covered her mouth with his again. This time she opened her mouth wide and let his tongue stab deep into her throat. She started rubbing her tongue back against his.

She had started this because she was angry at her husband. But she hadn't realized how strong this young man was. He made her feel weak and shiverish. She could feel him almost sucking her tongue out of her mouth.

She pushed him away and laughed at his expression.

"I told you," she said. "Don't worry. I'm not going to stop. I'm enjoying this too much. But let's go up to my bedroom where we'll be more comfortable."

He nodded. He had a very red face and it was getting redder by the moment. She walked ahead of him up the stairs. Now and then she could feel his hand reaching out to brush against her jiggling asscheeks. His fingers felt so hot that they burned her. She could hardly wait to get this young man into her arms again.

She turned quickly as they stepped into the bedroom. She pressed herself tightly against him and immediately felt his hands grabbing her ass. Each big hand seemed to cover an asscheek as he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel the swollen bulge in his trousers. She wondered if her daughter was fucking him. If she wasn't, then it was a waste. It felt like he had a big cock.

She took his hand and walked him to the big bed.

"Won't your husband mind?" John asked.

"He might," Mary answered. "But he's not going to find out." She wrapped her arms around him again. She didn't want him thinking about her husband, and she knew just how to take his mind off worry. She started rubbing her big tits against his chest and she could feel his hard bulge getting bigger. She knew he had forgotten about her husband when she felt his hands stroking her asscheeks again.

"You feel so big and hard," she said. "I bet the girls really go for you."

"I do all right," John said.

"Have you fucked my daughter yet?" she asked.

John seemed a little surprised at the question but he answered it. "No."

"You will," she said. "My hot-assed little daughter won't be able to keep her hands off you for very long!"

He jerked her down onto the bed. She had never been with such a young man before, and his wandering hands made her crazy. She kept feeling his fingers on her ass, her thighs, and then back up to her tits.

"You like my tits?" she asked.

"I like them," he groaned. "Oh shit, yes."

"You can do what you want with me," she said. "I'm yours for a little while. Play with me all you want. I'm your little whore!"

He was getting crazier by the moment. She felt his hands covering her titties. He started squeezing them through her blouse and she could feel them getting hot and hard. Her nipples started feeling a little achy.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "I love your tits. I've never played with a bigger pair of tits before!"

She felt his hands on her nipples and didn't fight them. She let him undo the buttons of her blouse. He got her bra hooks undone quickly and pulled the bra off. He raised up so he could take a good look at her perfect tits.

"Oh fuck," he said. "You are beautiful. You are fucking beautiful!"

She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled his face down to her swollen tits. She felt his tongue moving across her hard nipples, and groaned as his mouth opened and he sucked in as much of her creamy titty-flesh as he could manage. His teeth bit her gently, sending little ripples of pleasure through her head. She started stroking the back of his head. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Do that to me like to have my titties sucked and bitten. You do it so good!"

His wet mouth started moving quickly from one tit to the other. He couldn't seem to get enough of her delicious tit in his mouth. She had never met anyone who liked sucking tit so much.

He had her aching with pleasure when he finally drew back his head. She moved her hand down to his back and then around to where his hard bulge was trying to break out of his trousers. She let her fingertip stroke the hard length of it. She could feel it throbbing. "Oh my goodness," she said. "You sure do have a big cock!"

She found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. She felt him starting to squirm as she slipped her hand inside the opening and found his hardened prick. His cock was bunched in his shorts and she quickly found the way inside. Her fingers touched his bare cockflesh.

"Oh shit," he groaned. "Oh shit, that's nice!"

Her fingers started stroking it. She could feel his body tense with pleasure as her silky fingers worked on his hot cockflesh. She moved her fingers up around the ridge of his cock. She knew he loved it when she felt some of his hot cockcream leaking on her fingers.

She brought her fingers to her lips and made sure he could see her licking them. He moaned and reached for her titties again. This time there was nothing gentle about his fondling. He groped them as if he were trying to punish her.