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Two years ago I threw my ex out of our small home. That left me with my daughter Karen and son Matt. Yep, a single mom with two constantly hungry and demanding adult kids, but of course I love them to bits.
I lost all interest in forming a relationship with anyone following my split with my ex. I threw myself into caring for my adult children but I wasn’t prepared for the consequences of that.
I guess all moms want to make perfect kids and and with Matt I wanted him to be everything his dad wasn’t; something so much better. I was already in love with him but soon that love turned to something more. Soon I found myself fantasizing about having him as a lover and would even inhale his scent from his jocks in the laundry, then have to retreat to my bedroom to finish off.
He knew nothing of my taboo thoughts and things settled down into a routine where basically, I played the role of chief cook, and bottle washer, laundry maid and well you get the picture. I was a domestic slave taken for granted it seems.
Whilst Karen 18, is glued to her social media and phone, Matt 21, is a lazy sod. He is constantly glued to sport on the TV. I don’t know how he does it but he seems to attract the most gorgeous petite girls you could ever hope to meet who run around after him while he treats them like shit and therein lies the rub.
One late afternoon Matt, Helen Matt’s girlfriend and Karen were watching the game on the TV in the lounge. They were enjoying a few leftovers, while I was in the kitchen, washing up at the sink. Helen walked in and up behind me with some dirty plates and put them in the sink with the others. But instead of going back to join the others she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me.
I felt her stomach pressing against my ass and her little tits, hard against my back. My legs went a little weak and my dishwashing gloves filled with soapy water as I leant forward, plunging them into the warm suds.
My mind raced. Was my son’s girlfriend making a move on her boyfriends mom? “No, get a grip Ann” I told myself.
I wiggled around in her tight embrace and was about say “You’re very affectionate today Helen” but before I could get a word out, she planted a full on, passionate kiss on my lips. I was shocked but…I kissed her back. Her lips tasted familiar, salty and sweet at the same time. I knew instantly that I wanted more. Helen’s tongue parted my lips and I eagerly sucked it in, devouring all the taste and sensations like a woman dying of thirst in the desert, coming upon a cool oasis.
My heart was racing, my breath coming in short pants. Matt Etiler Escort and Karen were just feet away in the other room and could have walked in at any moment. The absolute terror of being caught was almost overwhelming but only added to the heightened sensations.
Helen reached up and grasped my breasts and kissed me again, then turned to go before I had a chance to feel her gorgeous ass or perfect breasts. My nipples were standing out like rocks, making two very obvious little tents in my blouse, yearning to be touched, to be released, wanting to be sucked, bitten, pulled and caressed.
It was the first intimate, physical contact I had had with another human being in over two years. It lasted all of 20 seconds and burned forever into my memory.
I was left leaning against the sink my yellow dish washing gloves comically dripping suds on the floor.
Helen turned to give me a cheeky grin as she left the kitchen with a wiggle of her ass.
Before I could drag my gaze away from where Helen’s ass had been, Karen walked in with more washing up. I turned quickly to hide my erect nipples and busied myself at the sink.
“You OK mom?” she said.
“Yes dear, just put them there will you?”
She leant forward to catch my eye and smiled as she dropped the plates on the bench.
Oh my God I thought. What if she had seen my very obvious state of arousal? Or worse still, what if she had seen Helen kissing me?
“Matt, Helen and me are going to see the new Bond movie at the Mall” She said. “Is there anything you need?”
“No honey, you go. I’ll just finish up here and have a bit of a lie down” Read: I really need to get to my room and fuck myself silly with my dildo imagining what might have been.
“OK Mom. See you in a couple of hours” she said as Matt and Helen walked into the kitchen.
Helen was as usual, draped under Matt’s muscular arm. She looked at the kitchen and said “Oh come on guys, we cant leave your mom to do all the work. Let’s all pitch in and we’ll get it done in no time.”
“No way Helen” Matt said “We’re running late as it is. We can’t miss the start of the movie” He caught Karen’s eye for support.
“Matt’s right. This can wait. Come on Helen, get wiggle on!” she said moving toward the back door.
“Well I think you are being unfair. You go. I’ll stay and help.” Helen said as she disengaged herself from Matt’s arm.
I heard myself saying. “It’s OK Helen, I can manage. You go.” but my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted to talk to her about what had just happened and make sure that Fatih Escort she didn’t say anything to Matt. It was a moment that’s all, an aberration, a momentary lapse… did it even happen? something to be forgotten.
“I don’t want to watch a silly Bond movie anyway” she said.
“Your loss peaches!” Matt said as he followed Karen out the back door.”
“Later!” called Karen with a cheeky backward glance. “Have fun you two!”
Matt and Karen jumped in the car and drove out the driveway. I watched them go and before I could turn around Helen said “So Mrs B did you like that?”
“It’s very sweet of you to offer to help” I said, trying to change the subject.
“Ann, your lips may lie but your body tells the truth.” Helen said as she moved closer towards me and moved both hands to my breasts. My nipples were rock hard in a moment. She took my hands and placed them on her own breasts and let out a little squeak.
I started to talk but she smothered my words with a kiss and then held up a finger to say shh.
I was thinking, would she like to go to my room but there was no time.
Helen unbuttoned my blouse and released my breasts as I gripped the benchtop for balance.
“Mrs B you are so hot. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this” she said.
“Helen, it’s been so long since I …..” Another kiss stifled my words.
“Just relax Mrs B.”
Helen lifted my left breast in her hand. The nipple popped up like a little cock. She wasted no time sucking it into her mouth and I felt my pussy juice instantly start to flow. Her hand found its way between my legs and her face lit up as she discovered I wasn’t wearing panties.
“Oh Mrs B! you are full of surprises!” she said as she dropped to her knees.
I lifted my dress and felt her breath on my engorged clit. She buried her face in my wet pussy. I was in heaven and quickly came. My legs weak and wobbly she stood up in front of me. Her faced soaked and kissed me again. I could taste my own juice on her lips but wanted hers on mine. I moved my hand to her pussy but she held it away.
“Lets go to your room and get naked” she said.
I don’t remember climbing the stairs but in my room we took our time kissing and caressing each other before removing every last stitch of clothing.
Helen was a truly gorgeous little nymph. Size 6 if that. I’m a 14. We quickly got ourselves onto the bed in a 69 position. I was on the bottom with my head facing the bedroom door and Helen was on top.
She placed her perfectly smooth little, wet, Halkalı Escort pink pussy over my head but didn’t lower it down to my mouth. I strained trying to reach it with my tongue as she ate me to another orgasm. I was grasping her tight little ass pulling it down towards me as she resisted.
“Not fair!” I cried.
She relented and sat on my face. I ate like a starving woman. Her pussy tasted salty and sweet like her kisses and she came so hard I felt her pussy walls throb against my nose.
We lay there in a post orgasmic haze and eventually Helen rolls off me to one side, props herself up on one elbow and says “Well Mrs B did you like that?”
“OMG” I said “You have no idea. More than anything”
“So” Helen said locking her eyes upon me. “Is that the first time you have tasted Matt’s cum?”
Helen laughed and I realized all of a sudden why the salty sweet taste on Helen’s lips and on her pussy lips had been so familiar yet different.
“But how? I thought you were watching the game with Karen” I managed to splurt out.
“Oh Mrs B. Karen’s a big girl. She likes to watch Matt and I making out sometimes”
“You mean you fucked Matt in front of her? In the lounge while I was in the kitchen?!”
“Yup!” Helen said with a broad grin across her wet face “How intense was that? I mean, imagine you walking in catching us at it! It was such an extra turn on! Karen even rubbed one out after Matt came in my pussy and watched as I licked him clean. But then, they both dared me to come into the kitchen and give you a cummy kiss. In case you didn’t notice, I didn’t need much persuading. Matt agrees with me. You are totally hot!”
I didn’t know what to say. I had just had one of the best orgasms in my life and wanted more but how could they have conspired to do this to me? Matt thinks I am hot? and Karen was part of the deception? No wonder if she asked me if I was OK after my brief encounter with Helen!
“Don’t worry Mrs B. Matt and Karen really care for you and know that you just haven’t been getting any for two years and well, they wanted to make you happy. When they knew I had the hots for you well, the fiendish plan was hatched!” She laughed.
I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. I had just had one of the most erotic encounters of my life and unbeknown to me, my own son’s cum had played a part.
I had lately fantasized about making out with Matt and Karen but that was as far as it ever went. Being celibate for over two years and having young adults wondering around the house in various states of undress can do strange things to your mind.
I opened my eyes and looked at Helen. “Will you tell them?” I asked.
“Tell them yourself” she said looking over my shoulder to the bedroom door. I turned and saw Karen and Matt standing there naked, both sporting big grins, Karen stroking Matt’s huge cock. I knew then my fantasy was about to become a reality.
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