What will a divorced mom do after being sexted by her daughter’s boyfriend? [Part 2]

Thump…Thump…Thump…

Pressing the back of Jen’s legs underneath my shoulders and torso, following gravity, I was plowing into Jen’s whimpering moans in such a steady rhythm. Thump…Thump…Thump…With every thump, our flesh collapsed, her body shuddered, her eyes rolled, her hands held my back tightly, her fingernails cut into my skin. The bed beneath us squeaked, protesting our cruelty. I clenched my teeth, tensed my pelvis for the next plunge.

In the faint twilight that crept through the blinds behind me, I could see the door knob slightly turned, and the door was quietly pushed open. Through the slim crack of opening I saw you, in a black silky nightgown, the sexy kind with the see-through type of fabric. Your massive boobs right there, almost spilling out of the thin layer! I stopped and marveled at the view.

“Matt…baby…don’t stop…fuck me baby…fuck me hard…” Jen wiggled her butt and begged me to continue as if her body was on fire, without my pole of life, she would be consumed.

Thump…”Yes, baby!”

Thump…”Right there!”

Thump…”Ahhh!!!”

I saw you reach your slender fingers between your legs. Your black-stockings-hugged legs soon squeezed together… shaking? I could almost feel how you soak your fingers with your own sex as you bit your lower lip…

“YES!!” Jen’s body bucked and shuttered to orgasm. Her inner tunnel contracted violently, massaging my sensitive member closer to ecstasy.

Thump…Thump…Thump…

In the same rhythm, your fingers jerked, your tits jiggled. For a moment, I felt I wasn’t fucking Jen. I was slamming into you! I was so free, like a pony galloping in the greenest meadow. Jen’s legs were quivering, her head was swaying from left to right as if to say she couldn’t hold any more. She felt the shift in my breath, realizing that I was close. She wailed,

“Give it to me, baby! Cum deep inside me! Please…”

“Ahh~~” Like the roar of a masculine lion, I exploded inside Jen. My body tensed, and trembled, and jolted. The whole time my eyes were locked on you as if my orgasm was for you.

In the post-orgasm heavy breathing, I saw you bring your fingers from your sex to your mouth, and you suck them. With another hand of yours, you gently pulled the door closed, and disappeared in the morning twilight…


The Happy-New-Year sex with you was just beautiful! After the glorious ejaculation, you went to the guest bathroom and cleaned yourself up. What was more impressive? You came back with a warm wet cloth and took your time in wiping me! You even pulled down my foreskin and cleaned me thoroughly, which Jen had never done to me. I probably fell happily asleep before you tiptoed out of my room.

The rest of the night, I slept like a lumber. I wasn’t having any dream, just pure and sound sleeping, until a pair of bowing lips wrapped my cock.

What? Are you coming back for round two? Yes, baby!

My sleeping cock quickly got revived in its vigor.

As soon as she felt I was hard, she climbed on top of me. Her legs straddled on my sides, as she lowered her form, rubbing against my pole, seeking the right angle.

Wiggling…Jiggling…Clutched!

Slowly she sat down on me, she hissed as she got lower, and lower, until her vulva touched the base of my cock.

The intimate feeling was so consuming. I had to reach my hands to cover your breasts!

Wait? How come your breasts are much smaller?

I opened my eyes, and realized it was Jen, instead of you!

I closed my eyes and asked myself if I could tell the difference. Hmmm, besides the breasts size. She is more aggressive, like her hands are now grabbing my chest muscles with burning needs. While you are calm and sensual, your touches are light and soft!

As Jen was getting higher in the mood, she began to moan. She moaned out aloud, as if she was entitled, as if she was claiming me hers. She wasn’t afraid to wake up you and she rode faster and faster… “Yes, baby, YES!!!” Jen shuddered and collapsed on top of me.

“Sorry, baby, I was too tired from the trip and crushed last night. Do you miss me?” Jen whispered beside my ear.

“I do!”

I pulled a handful of her hair and propped myself to sit up. My cock was still inside her. Holding her hips, keeping our sex organs in place, I retracted my legs one by one into a kneeling position. Then I lowered her back onto the bed. She panted and moaned throughout our position change, as our sex organs were rubbing through those movements. No, I am not done yet. Pure missionary is boring! I lifted her legs and put them underneath my torso. My upper body leaned forward. Her sex was facing up, while my cock was pointing downward. With gravity, I meant to savage the heaviest slams…

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