Fucking my Young Daughter’s Boyfriend.

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Fucking my Young Daughter’s Boyfriend.What sort of complicated shit have I gotten myself into? It’s moments like these that makes me think, then I look at what’s going on and I just smile, WTF, who gives a rat’s ass?I’m 36, have a great bod and still love a good fuck, especially now, after all the fun on the circuit as a Tennis Pro, marriage, a teenage daughter and now, home alone all day to tease and torment myself from the milkman to the deliveryman, few and far between, the odd fuck and now this, encroaching on my daughters first love, little Shaun, standing before me, knowing his infatuation with his girlfriends famous mother.’You have no lessons today Shaun’, I ask him out of nothing better to ask, after all he is still technically a k**, the same as my daughter, but a k** with an infatuation with me, a grown up woman needing a man to relieve the boredom, this moment is dangerous, as silly as it sounds, Shaun right now is jail bait and I feel my pussy is winning the moral argument, as I toy with the idea of using him like my vibrator, feeling his pink tongue on my clit and get off mentally, thinking about him sticking down my daughters throat straight afterwards.he makes some excuse about classes, I really don’t give a shit as I move out from behind the pile of laundry that I was planning to iron, but now Shaun is here I will get his mind on track with mine, ‘Like to help me fold my panties Shaun’?I laugh inwardly at my audacious and sexually charged intimidation towards a minor, as I pick up a handful of mulicoloured lacy and downright naughty panties and toss them to him, laughing out loud to cover his embarrassment, which he tries to hide from me.’You have so many pairs’, he queries as he handles each one with a tenderness and the reverence they deserve since they were next to my skin.I try to be adult with him, encourage him to be likewise and not make me feel guilty because my brain want’s to sexually abuse him, but as long as my needs are in my brain, I’m safe and can illegal bahis continue the think dirty little thoughts about his u******e cock in my mouth.’God that thought makes me fucking wet’.’Why do you have so many pairs’, he asks me as I watch him toying through a dozen or so, ‘Hannah only has a few’?He stops short as I cock my eyebrow, ‘You have seen my daughter’s panties’, I ask sternly but teasingly, desperate not to frighten him off?’Only on the beach’, he stammers, ‘when we go in for a dip without our costumes’, he continues, digging a deeper hole for himself, his voice tapers off, his fingers probe my panties where my cunt sits, along the soft cotton gusset.’After which she had to take her wet panties off, before coming back home’, I probe, leading him down through that sexual alley to where I want him?His face turned a reddish hue. ‘Are you guys fucking’? I ask him outright, the way any mother would?As an adult with a genuine concern for her daughter, which I do not, as she has to learn to fight for hers and learn to keep him away from women like me, but right now, I had him where I wanted him and I could feel it in that needy urge in my wet cunt, as I walked slowly and tantalizingly, to the edge of my bed where he sat, toying with a clean pair of my panties, a Pink pair with a see through panel at the front, surely a woman who wears knickers like these is speaking volumes about who she really is?I tower over him as I reach down and take my freshly laundered underwear from his sweaty hands, ‘I am wearing a light blue pair of the same make’, I tell him throatily, looking down onto his boyish upturned face.The clock on my dresser chimes eleven, six hours before my husband returns and five before Hannah, ‘Take my denims down and smell my cunt’, I order him, it’s too late to go back, I am too fired up and horny as I push my hips towards his young face, my hands now holding his head in front of my crotch.I can feel his fingers toying with the buttons on my denims, no illegal bahis siteleri zipper just steel buttons, I like them, feeling each one pop open teasingly and as his hand moves down to the last of six, his knuckles inadvertently, brush against my swollen clitoris.I recoils in sheer pleasure and lick my dry lips his warm breath is flowing through the soft paneled mesh and bathing my cunt in expectation.’Pull my knickers down Shaun and lick my pussy’. Just saying it makes me wetter, like I am squirting because of what I am doing to this boy, now tentatively pressing his tongue onto my Labia, as I bend my knees outwards to open my thighs even more, to let him into me and my engorged hole, desperate to feel his cock moving in and out of me.I look down on his form again, just to visibly heighten my sexual experience.I am holding his head into my crotch, my hips are rocking to and fro, making small circles as I hump his face, his mouth, his tongue, his every gasp for air, thrilling me more as he draws his breath through my pubes and crotch, To be liked by a boy is the naughtiest thing a grown woman can do, breaking every law in the rule book, but who gives a fuck, I just want to cum, to feel that moment as his tongue hits my sweet spot, like the time my cat accidentally licked my inner labia with its raspy tongue, when I was just f******n and lay that night in bed masturbating nervously before a big tournament in the following day, yes my cat made me cum, but on a different level from this.I pulled his face from my pubes and told him to get naked, ‘I’m going to fuck you’, I told him as he continued to stare in disbelief as more and more of my naked body came into view and soon there I was, Au natural, firm breasts with pointed nipples erect to the point of distraction, yearning to be tugged and plucked, sucked and licked, as I squatted onto him, the minute his pants were at his ankles and I pushed his upper torso back onto the duvet, my hand encircling his smallish canlı bahis siteleri cock.I squeezed his scrotum, his little balls barely dropped, I began to wonder if he was producing the nectar my tongue craved, he was a meagre four inches, in length, but it was not the size thing that was thrilling me, as I dropped to my knees and started to lick his asshole and scrotum, before burying my face into his soft silken pubic hair, his glans brushing up against my tonsils, as my tongue, spun around his cock on a serious wash spin cycle, my saliva more than a match for warm sudsy water in my washing machine, I was face fucking my daughter’s boyfriend, and loving every minute of it.My over zealous exuberance mouthing caused him to ejaculate into my throat and I only realised this when his dick went limp in my mouth and he started to push me away because of the pain from my exertions.I looked up at his tortured expression, ‘Did you enjoy that’, I asked him gently and tenderly as a mother would for her son? He was gasping and flustered and as I awaited his approval, I took his ball sack into my mouth and licked it with my hungry tongue, his balls were like French Beans in size and I could poke my tongue out and trace along his scrotum to his anus, still keeping his testes warm inside my mouth. I thought he was going to be sick, visibly throw up, such was the feelings I were inflicting on these poor boy.Crawling onto the bed beside him until my mouth was at ear level, ‘It’s your turn to pleasure me’ I whispered as I lay on my back and pushed him down between my thighs.’Do as I tell you and you will learn how to pleasure a woman with your mouth and tongue’. I felt him open my Labia to expose the pink inner lips and clitoris as well as my erect vagina, possibly too wide for his smallish cock to please, but his mouth and tongue were what I wanted and my next verbal orders were about speed, where and how hard, and as my thighs tightened around his boyish neck I almost decapitated him as my powerful taut muscular thighs tightened through orgasm, for 45 seconds I throttled the poor boy, not caring as my screams and cries deprived him of oxygen.It was as if I was trying to stuff him inside my pussy, something mother might have objected too.

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