Mrs Jone gets a taste for young cum

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Mrs Jone gets a taste for young cumMrs Jones lived on a grand 5 acre plot, centered with a large mansion. Her husband had several car dealerships and worked most weekends, their busiest time. Being such a large property they had struggled to keep on top of the gardening. To solve the problem each Saturday Mrs Jones had employed a young lad to mow the lawns, cut the hedges and clean out the stables.At 45 Mrs Jones had been married for 23 years. After only one c***d she had remained slim with larger than average bosom. Her marriage was comfortable but uninspiring, and her love life was somewhat unsatisfactory too. Mr Jones had a very strict routine when it came to love making. Every Sunday morning he would usually wake with an erection then he’d get her to kneel on the bed holding onto the headboard whilst he slammed into her from the rear. Once spent, he would sleep again and leave her to pleasure herself should she choose. Mrs Jones had become quite numb to these sessions, and had for the past few years taken to sorting her own needs out manually 2 or 3 times a week. Sometimes in the shower, other times in her bed after her husband had left, and more and more frequently to private pornography channels her husband had paid for but had failed to mention to her. Only by accident when she pressed the wrong buttons had she found the explicit programming. With a glass for wine midweek she would pull the curtains and absorbed the sexual depravity of others whist she sipped her Merlot and teased her clit.Mrs Jones had indulged her son 3 years ago with 2 horses. Since then he had become bored with them and taken up a motocross bike. She now regretted the gift as she was left with the a****ls that would be around for years. However, the young lad did a good job at looking after them and was always punctual.This particular hot Saturday he had been cleaning out the stable for far too long. She wondered if he was Okay, it was quite stifling in that shed. He may have become faint. Mrs Jones walked over the paddock and peered into the stable, he wasn’t there. He must be in the tack room. Moving deeper into the shed she heard something slapping round the corner. Peering round her eyes were met by a huge shock. The boy was masturbating, obviously bored with cleaning the horses out, was relieving himself standing there cock in hand. His unfastened pants and underwear around his knees. On a hay bale in front of him was a porn mag, probably one of her husbands. As he pumped vigorously on his long cock, he would turn over pages. Once a suitable image was found he cupped his ball sack with his left hand while continuing to beat hard with his right. Mrs Jones stood frozen to the spot. The lad hadn’t heard her behind him. Her mouth opened and she swallowed. From her position she could see how on pulling back his foreskin would expose a wonderful swollen end. Moist and hard. As he beat a low groan came from his throat. As she watched his muscular ass clench tight as he put maximum effort into thrusting his cock. She should say something, but she had been there too long now for this not to be wrong. Meanwhile the years couldn’t prevent her own urges from having an affect. Her nipples enlarged, her pussy started to ooze. She was unaware that her hand had gone to the front of her skirt and was comforting her pussy. A finger had located her bornova escort cleft and pressed onto her erect clit, the sudden pleasure radiated upwards bring her back to consciousness. Rubbing slowly through the material she stared in amazement as eventually the lad gave up his load of sperm. Its strength was astounding. As stream after stream shot out, some missing the open page and landing in the hay six feet away. Others directed more accurately landing over the splayed pussy of some harlot, the models face being obscured by the mess of white cum. Mrs Jones gasped, the lad turned round still holding his cock.”I’m so sorry Mrs Jones.” blathered the red faced youth. Releasing his cock he grabbed for his trousers.Mrs Jones stepped forwarded. She put a hand on his shoulder and put a finger up to her lips.”Shhh Alan, all boys, and most men do that. Not to worry.” She said softly, trying to calm him. Alan had got his trousers someway up but his dripping cock was still left presenting itself. She turned and looked at the soaked magazine. He watched as she turned over the pages, noticing that his cum had run over her fingers and she had not bothered about it. Then turning back to him she asked.”Do you do this every time you work here?””Err yes Mrs Jones.” he hesitated looking down at his feet.”Just the once?” She asked looking down at where the white cream had emanated.”Sometimes more. Sorry.” he confessed.She was very nosey about this.”What is your most times you’ve done that here.” as she rubbed her cum smeared fingers together.”Four I think.” answered the puzzled Alan. The questioning wasn’t going as expected.”You do it again, for me. I want to see from the front.” Mrs Jones requested sensually.Alan let go of his waistband and let his pants fall. Once again he took hold of his cock and started to work it back to life.”I think this is a good picture for you.” said the older woman; selecting a woman bent over holding her ass and pussy open for intimate examination. Mrs Jones sat on a hay bale immediately in front of him.Alan’s concentration was split between the picture and the woman whose face was just one metre away at the same height as his erect cock. But youth is a wonderful thing, and within a few strokes his cock was as hard as ever. She took great interest on how threatening his exposed penis looked as he pulled it back. It was simply beautiful. She knew that it would be ecstasy to have it press into her open labia. As he kept his rhythm she parted her knees. Without her tights the lad could see how her panties had rose into her pussy lips, soaking up her secretions. She casually offered her own fingers to her panties. Alan’s eyes followed her fingers as they stroked up and down the dark gusset. Then to his shock she pulled them to one side so she could enter deeper into herself. Saying nothing she drew a finger out from deep up her vagina and rubbed it over her clitoris. As she continued to massage with one hand the other undid the buttons of her top and pulled it open. Then reaching in she pulled out first one breast then the other. These she kneaded, twisting the nipples and squeezing them. Alan had seen them in pictures but these were full and her dark areola making his mouth water like no image had.Alan was close now. Drips of precum were making his cock glisten. Mrs Jones rose and quietly got escort bornova on her knees inches away from his stiffness. Still masturbating herself she looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth. Alan reached forward and pulled her head onto his cock. Holding her head gently he rocked back and forth fucking her willing wet lips. Mrs Jones had not sucked her husband in many years. Now it was all she could do to fit half this youth’s cock in her mouth. Alan didn’t last long, the first spasm shot a hot burst directly into her mouth, the others she directed over her sensitive breasts. She spat out his thick cum and it ran down her front. Gripping his cock she continued to pump it till she could milk no more from his opening. Satisfied with her efforts she told him to lay in the hay. Having no understanding of what was happening he complied. Mrs Jones threw off her panties and straddled his face. Lowering herself down she parted her hairy pussy and placed the splayed lips across his nose and mouth. Leaning forward she retrieved his splendid tool and began to suck the limp spent member. The poor Saturday lad had no option but to enter the desperate woman pussy with his tongue. Like a frantic dog he lapped and lapped at the flood of juices she was emitting. Sometimes he had to stop as she writhed on his face, using him as a human sex toy. All the time though she worked on bringing his manhood back to life. With her fist grasping his flesh she pumped and sucked his cock head, till for a third time it rose before her. The heady scent of a woman’s pussy was a great help. Never before had he even seen a naked woman or girl. Now his face was being washed by this depraved middle aged woman, old enough to be his mother.Once rigid she changed positions. Now straddling his cock she wiped her slit a few times, full length with his tip, before she settled for where it was to go. Lowering down on his 7 inches (it would grow some more yet), she enveloped him with her hot pussy. He was a virgin no longer. Once fully in she moaned. “Suck them Alan.”He reached up and fondled her breasts. Then as she leant forward he was able to take each teat in turn and suck it like a 3 month old. Ummm it was her maternal feelings mixing with her sexual needs. The effect was perfection. His swollen lance was deep up her; she could rise and fall on it as she pleased. No random fucking from behind. And his tongue and lips were bringing heaven to her nipples. As she held him inside she masturbated herself and closing her eyes to meditate on the pleasure.Alan decided that he was being fucked not the other way around. Still she was good, and he didn’t have a clue what to do anyway. Mrs Jones ground her pussy hard onto him. Her fingers worked furiously on her clit and she came. Oh how she orgasmed. She panted and moaned, final squealing. She hadn’t cum so hard since her courting days. Alan was aghast; he never dreampt that women this age masturbated like a teen. She climbed off him and lay back in the hay. Pulling her knees to her chest she reached round them and pulled her sex open. “Now cum in me Alan.”Mrs Jones’s love tunnel and anus were still twitching from her intense orgasm. Looking down on this dark wet hole he could not refuse. Taking her by the ankles he sank his length into her. Doubling her up he fucked fast and deep, soon finding a bornova escort bayan quantity of semen left for the old lady. “Yes fuck me, harder, fuck me! Cum, soak me!” she encouraged.It wasn’t long before she got her wish. She watched his face as his cock gave up its fluid. The tension fell out of it as his seed left his cock for her pussy. He had never seen what happened next, it wasn’t in the magazine. As his limp cock dropped out with her ankles still just above her face, Mrs Jones pushed with her muscles and expelled a copious amount of his semen from her dark hole. The white cream ran out, down her ass. She smiled at him. Standing up Mrs Jones unfastened her top and folded it besides her; she brought her bra clasp to her front and undid it, placing it on the shirt. Stepping out of her skirt, she stood there totally naked. She then started undressing the half naked young gardener. They embraced, her breasts against his chest. Working down his front she nuzzled his nipples and then ran her tongue over his muscles. Sitting down she pulled the naked youth on top of her. His warmth and weight made her feel secure.”Do you want me again Alan.”Alan looked into her eyes and moved the hair from her face.”I haven’t been with a woman before; I just want to look and feel you.” Rolling to her side he ran his hand down her side stopping on her hip. Moving his hand lower he slid it between her thighs.”You’re beautiful, can I touch you?”Mrs Jones stroked his cheek.”Use your fingers. Put 2 inside me.”Raising a knee she made her sex available for him. He slid his fingers down her creamed lips until they slipped into her hole.”Now taste them Alan, that is me and you on your fingers.”Alan tasted the sexual mix and replaced his fingers, it was natural for him to start slowly fucking her with them. Mrs Jones admired his naivety, all new he would do everything she asked.”Mrs Jones can I do something to you.””You can do anything to me Alan.””Can I masturbate over your breasts?””Of course Alan.” she answered with an encouraging smile.With that he knelt at her side and holding onto his balls as he wanked his cock before her eyes, soon he was hot and hard again. No longer shy he beat away without conscience. His cock was so close that she could breathe in the scent of her pussy on it. Holding her tits up to meet his helmet he wiped his precum over her nipples, he then leant forward and gave each a suck before return to his task. She felt the weight of his sack in her hand and he squeezed her breasts with his freed hand. She thought of how 60 minutes ago her world was so dull, now she was looking up at a beautiful youth whose only desire was to cover her in his seed. She too started masturbating. She wanted to time her orgasm with his, to share his ecstasy. She plunders her depth and fed her fingers into his mouth. He ate avidly.”I love your cum Alan. I want it over me. “Alan was in a trance; his every fantasy had come true in one day. “I’m cumming.” he said desperately.Mrs Jones rubbed her clit wildly. She too was on the edge. As she watched his semen hit her chest she was engulfed in pleasure. He didn’t stop until he was down to just drips. He wiped his cock around her tits. Using white juice as a skin cream. Mrs Jones too massaged it into one nipple then the other. God she thought, I stink of sex.”Thank you Alan. Let me be your magazine next week too.”Alan sat back on a couple of bales. Sighing he saw her recovering her panties and pulling them up to absorb his fluid. She final came over, knelt and took one last suck of his drained cock.”Ummm very good Alan. Till next Saturday.”

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