Mom's Insecurities

It was a really nice day. Me, Mom, my little brother, and Rascal {Our monster German Sheppard} were in South Carolina stretched out on the beach enjoying the sun. We went there every year for vacation. We rented the same little house right on the beach every year since I was ten. We always have a blast. Most eighteen-year-olds would prefer not to go on vacation with their parents, but I still looked forward to it every year. 

Me and my little brother had thrown the Frisbee around for Rascal for a few hours and then rode the waves for the rest of the afternoon. We were all worn-out. I just sat back on my little beach chair and scoped out the girls while my little brother Timmy tried his best…To no avail…not to fall asleep. Rascal was curled up at Tim’s feet and Mom was just laying on her towel looking out at the waves.

Normally, Mom and Dad would have been right out there in the waves with me and Timmy but Dad didn’t come this year. A few months ago, Mom found out that Dad was having an affair with some bitch half his age that worked in the same office as he did. When she confronted him with it, he told her he didn’t love her anymore…Pretty harsh…and left. Mom wasn’t taking it too well. This trip had been planned almost from the time we left here last year and I guess Mom didn’t want to disappoint us, so we came anyway…without him. She tried to pretend that she was having a good time but I could tell she was feeling pretty bad.

“You OK?” 
Mom turned to Timmy: I think to see if he was sleeping. She didn’t like to talk about my Dad in front of Timmy. She shaded her eyes and looked up at me, 
“Sure, I’m fine.” She says, but I knew, I could tell, she looked like she might start to cry. 
She got up pretty fast and headed for the ocean. I’m assuming so I wouldn’t have to see her upset. 

As she walked to the water I noticed that Mom still had a lot going for her. She had a nice shape, a nice ass, nice tits. Normally she wore this skimpy bikini that showed them off. I have to admit, I’ve looked at them quite a bit the last few years. But this year…I don’t think she was feeling very good about herself…she had a one piece. It was pretty modest. It couldn’t hide the shape and curves of her body but it covered a lot more of her than the bikini, that’s for sure.
She was only thirty-seven and she was still really pretty. I had friends that teased me about her all the time. 

“Hey Brian, is it OK if I ask your mom to the Prom?”
“Hey Brian, ya think your mom likes younger guys?”
“Hey Brian, got any naked pictures of your mom ya wanna sell?” Shit like that. 

I felt really bad for her. She was really down on herself these past few months. It took a lot out of Mom to see my father choose another woman over her. I think it especially hurt to know the woman was twelve years younger than her. 
I don’t think Mom would have any problem finding guys that wanted to go out with her, but the way she felt about herself… …I didn’t think she’d be willing to even try.

When Mom got back to her towel, I watched her dry off and lay back down. I got an idea.
“How ‘bout we go out for dinner tonight?”
“Sounds good. Let’s wait for Timmy to wake up before we decide where to go.”
“I meant just me and you.”
She cocked her head a little at me.
“What about your brother?”
“He’ll be fine. We can order him a pizza and he can watch a movie with Rascal; we’ll be back before the movies over.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, we’ll talk.”

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes again. 
“Talk about what?”
“Anything…Everything.”
“Well…We’ll see. We’ll see what your brother wants to do.”
“Well, OK. But Mom…He’s fifteen…What do you think he’ll want to do…Go out to dinner with us or sit home, stuff himself with pizza, and watch Megan Fox kick some Transformer ass?”

Mom smiled a little bit. It was nice to see. 
“You’re probably right.” She agreed. “But we’ll ask him when he wakes up anyway. Poor thing…He’s really beat.” 
She fell quiet and stared out into the ocean. I could see her attention going someplace else; someplace far away. 
“Probably doesn’t want to go out with me anyway. I haven’t been very good company these last few months.” She whispered sadly as she wiped a single tear off her cheek. “Have I Rascal?” 
Rascal sat next to her and licked her face. 
“And I’m sorry about that Brian.” she said as she turned and looked into my eyes. “I really am.”
“I know, but it’s not your fault.” 
I felt so bad for her. Normally she was such a fun person to be around; bubbly, happy. A far cry from what she was now.

“Sure it is. Maybe if I’d been a better…” I cut her off.
“Dad did this Mom…Just DAD. Now we’ll go out, have a nice dinner, maybe a cold beer…”
“Glass of wine.”
“Whatever. Beer/wine/ Norwegian Rum…doesn’t matter…and we’ll talk.”
“About what?”
“About movies. About the price of gas. About YOU and about getting you through this.”

“Through what?” Timmy piped up.
“Mom’s a little upset cause you were born retarded.” I smiled at my little brother.
“Kiss my ass.” Timmy scowled.
“Timmy…” Mom scolded.
“Well…I’m not retarded.”
“Just slow.” I assured him.
“Faster than you.” He says and pushes me off my chair and takes off towards the waves, Rascal right behind him.
“You little…” 
I took off after him with Mom yelling to me not to hurt him.

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Well, Mom and I went to dinner. Timmy was more than happy to sit at the house with a pizza to himself and watch Megan Fox on the flat screen.
We walked a little ways up the beach to a little Italian place, of course it was named Mamma’s. With the help of a little wine over dinner, Mom opened up. She told me how she didn’t blame Dad for leaving her for a younger woman. She went on and on about how she was getting older and wasn’t very attractive anymore and some stupid shit about being fat until I had to finally stop her.

“Mom, First of all…You’re pretty good looking; hot actually…”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better and I really appreciate it Brian but…”
“But nothing. You should hear some of the shit my friends say about you.”
She jerked her head back surprised. “Your friends talk about…me?”
You could see that such a concept was beyond her. 
“What do they say?”
“Stuff Mom. Guy stuff.”
“Really! Like what?”
“Just stuff.”
“Like what?”

I could tell she wasn’t gunna let up. 
“Well…Stuff about your tits, for one thing.” I told her right out. She blushed.
“What about them?”
“Mom?”
“What? You wanted to talk. You said ‘Anything and Everything’, remember?” 
She tilted her head back a little and raised her eye bows triumphantly.

“They say you have nice tits Mom.” I told her as I pushed my food around on my plate feeling a little uncomfortable and kinda sorry I’d started this.
“What else?”
She was smiling and it made her whole face light up, so I went on.
“Trevor thinks you have a really nice ass. He wonders how firm it is.”
“I bet.” 
She sounded skeptical.
“He does.” I insisted. “You wanted to know…and I told you.”

I could see that she was starting to feel a little better about herself. I guess it was nice to hear that these young guys thought about her like that.
“Yeah. And he says your lips…” 
I had to stop myself. 

One night we were hanging around at Trevor’s drinking a few beers and Trevor mentions that he thinks my mother has a sexy mouth. I’d told him to fuck off. He went on to say how hot she would look sucking his dick. Everyone laughed but seemed to agree with him. I threw an empty beer can at him even though, I have to admit, once that image got in my head { Of Mom doing that…Sucking his dick }…it was hard to get out. But I didn’t think I could tell Mom THAT. 

“What about my lips?” She asked shyly, blushing more. It made her look like a little girl.
I did a little paraphrasing, cleaned it up a little.
“My friends think they’re sexy.” 

She rubbed them together…They were pink that night…and puckered them a few times. “Huh, you’re father never…” She trailed off and stared out the window. Her mood seemed to change; get a little down again. 
I shook my head. “And that’s just the mild stuff that I can actually tell you.” I said, hoping to draw her back to the conversation. 
She turned and looked at me. The smile slowly came back.

Then she really surprised me. She took a sip of her wine and asked me what I thought. 
“About what?”
“About your friends.” She says, looking down at her glass of wine. 
I was a little shocked that she’d ask my opinion. 
“I…I think they’re right.” I told her honestly. 

I mean, movie stars and models going under the knife would ask for those lips. “Make-em like Brian’s Mom’s Doc.” They would no doubt say. Well, maybe no Jessica Alba, {Ya don’t add another floor to the tallest build in the world just to make it taller, ya know what I mean?} but certainly all the others. 

She started to giggle. “Well thank you Brian but what I meant was…Do you think they mean it or are they just…You know…sticking it to ya?”
I was embarrassed. 
“No, they mean it.” I told her a little red faced. 
“How do you know?”
I shook my head, “I know.” Was all I said.

We were quiet for a little while. Mom sipped her wine and watched the waves thought the window and I watched Mom while I finished my second beer. {I’d been allowed to drink…In moderation…since I turned eighteen. My Dad always said, “If you’re old enough to go off and die for your county, you’re old enough to drink.” He was ‘Old School’ like that. So whenever I didn’t get carded, I had a few beers.} 

Mom seemed to be having a nice time. Every time the conversation looked like it was turning towards my father, I steered it the other way. 
On the walk back to the house, I told her she should date. “Hit the bars.” I told her. I even told her that she should take advantage of the situation and go have a good time, cut loose while we were here, so far away from home and everything. 

“You know, ‘What happens in South Carolina stays in South Carolina’.”
She giggled, “Isn’t that Vegas?”
“Where ever. The point is…You should go out and do shit.”
“I should do…Shit?”
“Well yeah.”
“And what kind of….Shit….should I do?” she asked with her eyebrows up and a smart-assed little smile on her lips.
“You know what I mean Mom. You need to go out, do whatever you want; whatever makes you smile. Go buy stuff. Smoke cigars….beat up elderly J-walkers…whatever.”
“Cigars?”
“Cigars, bamboo, Peyote…whatever. ” 
I just wanted her to go do something that would take her mind of my father.

“Ya know what you should do?”
“No what?”
I was a little hesitant to say it… “You should go out and have a one night stand.”
“Brian!” She slapped me lightly on the ar. “I could never do something like that.” 
She turned beat red, sipped her wine and stared out at the ocean.

We were quiet for a while. We finished dinner, paid the check, and headed down the beach towards the beach house. 
“I’m sorry about that crack I made about having a one night stand.” I’d thought that maybe that was why she was so quiet so I apologized. 
Mom turned and looked at me as we walked; the foamy edges of the waves running up over our feet. 
“I’ve been with your father so long.” She says. “I wouldn’t know what to do even if I wanted to do….something like that.” she whispered. 

“I don’t think you really have to do anything.” I told her. “You just have to sit at the bar, order a drink…and wait.” I assured her. “I’m betting you wouldn’t even have to order a drink. I know you don’t think so but, the way you look……You shouldn’t have to wait more than a few minutes before some guy offers to buy that drink for you.”

She smiled and shook her head side to side; looking down at the sand. 
“I couldn’t…do that. Not with a stranger.” The beach was deserted but she whispered as if someone might overhear. 
“I could always talk to Trevor for ya when we get back home.” I told her.
She pushed me towards the water. “Yeah, that would be a good idea.” She says. “Then he could tell all the rest of your friends how flabby my tits really are and how jiggly my butt is when it’s not crammed into a pair of tight jeans.” 

“Somehow I don’t see him complaining.” I said softly; almost to myself.
Mom stopped right there on the beach and stared out into the ocean again for a few minutes. I just watched her. I had no trouble seeing that my father was an idiot and my friends were right. She looked pretty hot standing there in her little sun dress with the wind blowing her long hair back away from her face. 

My first thought was one of those feminine hygiene commercials ya see on TV, You know…When the beautiful woman is standing on the mountain top feeling all fresh and everything. Then my mind drifted towards more of what my friends say about her. I had to shake the thoughts away when I pictured her sucking Trevor’s dick. I actually felt my dick move. 

She turned to me, but she looked like she was still deep in thought. 
“How ‘bout you?” She asks.
I tried not to jump the gun again. I stared at her for what seemed like a really long time. I wouldn’t have been very surprised to see the sun rising over Mom’s shoulder.

“How ‘bout me…what?” I finally asked.
“Would you have sex with me?” She asks right out. 
“Ahhhhhhhhh…”
I guess she saw the shock on my face. Her hand shot up and covered her mouth. She giggled, “…If I wasn’t your Mom, I mean. You know…If you were sitting in a bar and saw me.”
If she’d been able to read my mind just a little bit ago, she wouldn’t have had to ask.
“In a heartbeat.” I blurted out.
She smiles appreciatively but I could tell she thinks I’m just trying to make her feel good.
“You’re sweet.”

We got back to the rental house and cheeked in on Timmy. He was sound asleep on the couch. Mom called to Rascal and asked him if he needed to go out. Rascal ran to the door, sat and waited for permission. He was a good dog. Not like that little Cocker Spaniel we had that shit in one of my shoes when I was eleven. 
Mom told him it was OK and we sat on the small patio and watched the ocean as Rascal ran around the beach and nipped at the foam from the waves.

“I should ya know?” Mom blurted out. 
“Should what?”
“I should go to a bar. Get my mind off all this bullshit…” She leaned in a little closer to me. “Maybe have a one night stand.” She whispers.
“Maybe if I sat there long enough, some halfway decent guy my age might be drunk enough to……You know…buy me a drink.” 


I was a little shocked but pleased at her change in attitude. 
“Would you mind?” She asked shyly.
I told her ‘No’. “You’re a big girl. I’m not your father.” I told her jokingly.
“I mean, would you mind that your mother would do something like that…Have a one night stand, I mean. Wouldn’t it bother you?”

I thought about it for a second and thought about what dad had done to her and how she’d been feeling like he didn’t find her attractive anymore and decided that might be just what she needs to make her feel better; someone paying her some attention, fussing over her a bit…Fucking her for a lack of a better word. Might be just the thing.

“No, not at all.”
“You wouldn’t think less of me; like I’m some kind of whore or something?”
I laughed a little while Mom waited nervously for a response. She was serious.
“You’re not gunna charge the guy, are you?”
She slapped me on the arm.
“Just go out if you want. It will be good for ya.”
“Do you have any plans for tonight?”
“Nope. I was just gunna hang out here, watch the ocean, and maybe have another beer before I go to bed.”
“Well maybe I’ll go out for just a little while, back to Mamma’s, you know, just have a drink.”
“Sounds good. Just go hang out.” I told her; happy that she was feeling good enough about herself to even consider going. 
“Me and Rascal will keep an eye on the squirt. I wanted to put some make-up on him anyways before he wakes up.”
“You be nice to your brother.” She says, “I’m gunna run in there and give him a kiss goodnight.” 

When Mom came back outside, it was obvious as she walked towards me that she’d taken her bra off. I figured, Wow! I guess she really is going fishing tonight. 
Mom told me not to get drunk. I told her the same, “…And be careful…I don’t need another little brother.” I added. She hit me on the arm again and told me to shut-up. I called Rascal as she walked off towards Mamma’s.

I sat there in the chase-lounge on the patio drinking another beer and looking at the moon. It was full and shed a nice glow over the dark water. It was quite the romantic setting. 
I lightheartedly thought about maybe getting a hooker but decided against it. I just fall in love to easily. It’s a curse. Some sweet kisses and some cuddling under a romantic moon with the waves crashing in the background….I’m sure the last thing any hooker would want was a lovesick puppy following her home and scratching at her back door all night. 
I tried not to, but found myself thinking about my Mom having a one-night-stand. I found the thought of her having sex with a stranger…Well…kind of arousing. 

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I was still up nursing my fifth beer when Mom came home. Despite the fact that she looked great, she seemed pretty down-in-the-dumps as she made her way to the patio. She looked to be staggering a little too. She stopped abruptly when she saw me sitting in the chase-lounge. 
“Oh! You’re still up.”
“Yeah, I thought I’d wait up in case you needed someone to chase off any stalkers.” I told her jokingly. 
“Not much chance of that.” She says sadly and then turns her back to me and looks up at the star-filled sky. She didn’t want me to see that she was trying to hold back tears. 

I got up off the chair and went over to her. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist and leaned my chin on her shoulder.
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened, not a thing, not a damn thing Brian. I sat there at the bar, had a few more glasses of wine, and watched everybody have a good time.”
“Anyone try to make friends?”
She shook her head, “No one said so much as ‘Hi’ to me.” 

We stood like that for a few minutes: my arms around her, watching the waves crashing on the beach. Eventually mom turned her head and kissed me on the cheek. 
“I’m gunna go sit by the water for a little while Honey. You should go to bed; it’s getting pretty late Sweetie.” she told me as she rested one hand on the table and kicked her shoes off. “It must me almost midnight.” She added.
It was well past one.
“Want some company?”

Mom smiled weakly and reached her hand out to me. I took it and we walked towards the surf together. Mom was having a little trouble walking through the sand; every other step, she side-stepped a little. 
“How many more glasses of wine did you have, eleven?” I asked lightheartedly.
“Just three……Maybe four.” She giggled. 

I slipped my arm around her waist to steady her as we walked. She covered my hand with hers and pulled it around her even more and slid it up her side until it was tucked firmly under her right boob, and she held it there. I couldn’t help but notice the way her meaty tit bounced heavily on my hand as we made our way down to the water. We were so close together it made it hard to keep our balance in the sand. Mom staggering didn’t help. 

Eventually, we made it to the water’s edge. We stood there, my arm still around her, her still holding my hand in place. We were quiet for a while as we stood there letting the chilly water run up over our feet.
“I’m quite a handful aren’t I?” She asked sadly. 
My thoughts went right to the boob that half-covered my right hand.
“I don’t mind.”
“That’s cause you love me, right?”
“That’s right.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“Enough to do anything for me?”
“Pretty much.”
“Would you eat four-day-old pizza for me?”
“Sausage or pepperoni?”
“Both.”
“Y-Y-Y-Yes.”

“Would you run through the mall in your underwear?”
“What day?”
“Sunday…”
“Well, it’s a bit sacrilegious, but yes.”
“Would you run down the beach in just one of my thongs?”
“Day or night?”
“Mid-day.”
“What color thong?”
“Red.”
“Certainly.”

Mom smiled and giggled again and then the smile slowly left her face. 
It made you just wanna hold her and rock her in your arms until all this bullshit about my father was just a distant memory. A memory you simply shook your head at like a comic that crossed the line with a bad joke and then pushed it out of your mind. I could tell the playful banter was over.


She stood beside me, leaning her weight on me as she stared blankly out to sea.
“Do you love me enough to keep a secret?” She whispered to the waves.

“Sure.” I told her without hesitation.
“My darkest secrets?”
“Even the black ones.”
“Honey, stand behind me.” She tells me.
I’m a little confused but I do as she asks. She reaches back and takes hold of both my hands and pull them past her sides, over her ribs and up under her boobs. 
“Hold onto me.” She says as she covers my hands with hers.
“I am.”
“Promise you won’t let go…”
“I promise.”
“No matter what I say Brian, promise me.”

She sounded kinda nervous and scared. I promised and asked her what was wrong.
“Nothing…Everything. I don’t know Brian…I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of being alone. Of never feeling right. Never feeling loved…never feeling anything again.”
“You’re not alone.” I whispered from behind her.

“I’m gunna tell you something Brian, and you can’t tell anyone; you promised.”
“OK.”
“And I’m not only telling you because…Well…I’ve had too much wine.”
“OK.” 
“I HAVE…but that’s not why I’m telling you.”

I thought that was kinda amusing.
She hesitated a few seconds. I felt her fingertips going back and forth over my hands; I assumed she was thinking about what she wanted to say or even if she should.

“I liked hearing about the things your friends say about me.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, “Well………Good.”
“It made me feel…Kinda…Well…desirable, I guess.”
It might have been the fact that Mom was having a hard time standing steady but at that particular moment I was extremely aware of her body pushing against me. 

“Were they true?”
“What?”
“The things they said.”
“You’d be surprised at some of the stuff they say Mom.”
“Like what? Tell me Brian. I really want to know.” She says looking back at me over her shoulder. “I need to know.” She added with a measure of what appeared to be desperation in her eyes.
I felt Mom’s body tighten and rub against me as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. 

“You want to sit down?”
“No Sweetie…” She closed her hands a little tighter around mine and drew my arms around her even more. “…I like it just like this.” She says as she makes tiny circles over her ribs with my hands; just under her breasts. With no bra to confine then, I can feel the weight of each one; the roundness of their under-sides as she breaths in and out. 

About this time I was starting to have a hard time concentrating on the conversation. I knew Mom was a little drunk and she didn’t mean to rub up against me and I figured she had no idea that she was pushing my hands up under her boobs the way she was, but all this on top of having to tell her what my friends say about her…Well…I was in danger of getting a boner. 

“So tell me.” She cooed. “And tell me the truth Brian. Tell me everything. Tell me like I’m not your mother.” She adds. The way she said it made me feel kinda funny. Not ‘ha-ha’ funny…’GOOD’ funny.

Mom seemed to somehow really need this now. I guess she needed to hear that everyone didn’t see her the way my father saw her. Fact was…No one saw her like he did. He was blind and an idiot. Mom was very pretty, sexy and had a lot to offer any guy; especially in the bed room, I figured. I’d heard her enough through the walls at night with my father to know that. She needed to hear it; so I obliged her. 

I told her more of the stuff my friends say about her. I told her that they liked to hang out at the house so they could look at her. “They probably went home and jerked off.” I told her bluntly. With a little bit of coaxing, I even told her what Trevor said about wanting to see her lips around his dick. 
“You’re kidding?” She gasped. I felt her breathing get a little quicker.
“No, he says a lot of shit like that.” I told her. “He even asked me once, if I’d ever seen your tits”
“What’d you say?”
“I told him no of course.”
“Oh…”
“When I told him that, he asked me if I ever wanted to.”
“What’d you say.” Mom asked in a low whisper.
“Well…I……I told him; who doesn’t want to see nice tits…I mean… Tits are tits. It was just two guys goofing off, ya know?” 
“Tits are tits, you told him that?” she giggled.
“Well yeah.”

I told her that I wasn’t trying to imply anything and that I didn’t mean anything bad by it. She patted my hand and told me it was alright.

“So are they?”
“What?”
“Are tits just tits?”
“Well yeah, for the most part I guess. I mean, all guys like boobs; especially nice boobs no matter who’s they are.”
“No matter who’s they are?”

I felt a little odd standing the way we were; so close, talking about tits. I was painfully aware of my thumbs tucked snugly under her breasts.
I swallowed, “Well……Sure.”
“How ‘bout mine…Do you think mine are….nice?” She asks as she looks out over the waves. I could hear the nervousness in her voice. She looked like she was afraid to hear the answer.

Then she slowly slides my hands up onto her tits.
“Do these feel like….nice tits.” She whispers. “Or do they feel…old?”

She sounded almost desperate, so lonely. She needed to be told…To understand…understand that she was still a desirable woman. I felt bad for her for a second, but only a second. 
She slowly starts to move my hands in circles over her tits. I’m silent, dumbfounded as I feel her nipples rubbing against the palms of my hands through the thin material of her sun dress.
“This is OK, isn’t it?” She says over her shoulder. “I mean, tits are tits, right?”
I still can’t say anything. It’s not that I haven’t thought about this before…I just never dreamed it would actually happen.

Mom let her hands fall from mine. I continued to massage and squeeze them lightly. Mom leaned back into me, pushing her butt into the front of my pants. 
“You’re hard!” She says surprised, as if she might have thought she wasn’t capable of having such an effect, like this wouldn’t excite me. 
She was right; about me being hard. I couldn’t help it. Her tits felt so good in my hands. 

She reached up and took one of my hands in hers. She unbuttoned the first button on her dress with the other, pulled the ‘V’ open slightly, and guided my hand inside. I heard her soft gasp for air as I closed my hand around the globe of her boob. It was round and soft and still very firm. Her nipple was like a hard marble covered in velvet between my fingers. I slid my other hand down to her stomach and pulled her back to me even more. She held my hands in place as she moved her ass side-to-side against me. We stood there on that empty beach, the moon shining, the stars looking down on us, both realizing that what we were doing was wrong, but neither caring enough to stop. 

I almost passed out when Mom slipped her hand back between us. I pulled back a tiny bit to give her room. She found my hard dick and rubbed it through my pants. Feeling it; its shape, confirming its hardness. It felt amazing. 

“This is OK, right?” She whispers over her shoulder. “You won’t tell anyone. Right? You promised.” She reminded me.
“I won’t tell.” I promised again.

Mom managed to unbutton my jeans and work my zipper down until I was free of the confinement. She closed her fingers around it, “It’s big.” She tells me quietly, softly. 
I undo a few more buttons on her dress and slowly begin to pull her sundress down over her shoulders. She lets go of me long enough to pull her arms free of the dress. It falls to the wet sand around her feet and she turns to face me, her eyes looking down, as she gracefully steps out of the dress and flicks it to drier sand with her foot before the surf can take it. She turns around again quickly. I’m afraid that she might be too ashamed to look me in the eyes. 

She leans back against me again, draws my hands back to her breasts then wiggles her firm ass until my hard dick is nuzzled between her ass cheeks. 
“No underwear?”
Mom doesn’t answer. She slides her hands back to my hips and draws me even closer as she slowly moves her ass in small circles. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. It feels wonderful. 
The smell of her hair blowing back in my face, her luscious tits in my hands, and her ass slowly massaging my dick, is incredible.

We stood like that, silent, in the moonlight, the waves coming up to cover our feet for some time; her head tilted back on my shoulder as she got lost in the sensation. I pressed my mouth against her skin, breathing softly on her bare shoulder, then her neck, coming to rest against her ear. Her hands were gliding over my thighs as we silently danced to the sound of the surf; not a single thought of who we are or where we were. It would seem the romantic setting would not be wasted.

“Tell me this is OK.” Mom finally whispers. “I need to hear you say it.”
“It’s OK. It’s more than OK Mom……It’s wonderful.” I whispered into her ear then softly rubbed my cheek against hers and pushed harder against her butt to stress the point. 

At that point she turned around. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me for a quick second and slipped her hand behind my head. She held her nice round tit up a tiny bit with the other hand, and drew my mouth to it. 
She guided my mouth to her hard nipple and held her breath as I happily sucked it into my mouth. 
I could feel her pubic hair tickling the head of my dick as my hands made their way around to Mom’s ass. I dug my fingers into it as I got more excited; kneading and caressing it. I felt Mom push into me, trapping my hard dick between us. I moaned into her tit as she swayed side-to-side. 

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually, I could feel that our stomachs were getting pretty slippery. It was great. Mom reached down between us and took hold of me, rubbing the tip of my dick with her thumb, smearing the wetness. 
I had to pull back a little bit and look down to see what she was doing; to make sure it was really happening. I looked up to see her face, look her in the eyes, but she was looking down; watching her own hand moving over me, getting me even wetter. 

She pushed my jeans down off my hips. They fell to my feet into the foamy surf. She held them with her foot until I’d stepped out of them then she tossed them beside her dress with a graceful swing of her shapely leg. 
“Lay down.” She says to me, gliding her hands up and down my sides, my thighs, not taking her eyes off my dick. 
She no sooner says it and I’m laying on my back in the wet sand; the chilly surf pushing and pulling sand from around my calves. 
Mom looks absolutely incredible standing over me silhouetted against the starry sky, the moon over her shoulder. There’s not much light but I can clearly see the curves of her body and the roundness of her breasts.

For the first time, Mom seems to realize that we’re on a public beach. She quickly looks up and then down the beach. I assume checking for late night strollers. She gives another glance up towards the beach-house and then straddles me right there on the beach. She reaches between us and takes my dick in her soft hand. I can feel her hand trembling now. 

“This is our secret, right?”
I shook my head ‘Yes’…Quick, urgent little shakes…I’m anxious to feel what’s coming next.
Mom lowers herself on me; guiding me into her pussy. She’s incredibly hot and wet. The heat from her coochie is a strong contrast to the chill of the night. I slide right in. Mom moans, sighs, and lowers her upper body until her breasts rest on my chest and her cheek is against mine. Without saying a word, I wrap my arms around her and she begins to slowly fuck me. 

I’m in heaven. The cold water tickling my back-side, the salty wind blowing, and my mom’s hot pussy sliding up and down on my dick over and over; right there on a public beach to boot. 
Mom’s breathing is heavy in my ear now. I’m trying my best to hold on. I don’t want to cum yet. I want it to last. I want my mother to enjoy this as much as I am. I want her to get as much pleasure as I’m getting. 

Then as if reading my mind, Mom grunts quietly in my ear with heavy breaths, “You can cum in me.”She tells me. Hearing her talk like that is bringing me right up to the edge. I’m struggling to maintain a slow, even rhythm. 
“I’ll cum when I feel you cumming.” She whispers as she moves faster and faster on top of me. Her voice is sexy and lacking the nervousness it held a little while ago.
Well that’s about all I can take. When she says that, I hold her tight around the waist and I start coming like I’ve never come before. 
“Holy shit!!!” I cry out as I buck up off the wet sand. 

There’s no need to tell her I’m cumming. Anyone in the vicinity knows.
“Oh God Brian! Oh my God!!!” Mom quietly cries into the crook of my neck as I feel her hands hurry under me, between my back and the wet sand, and dig into my shoulder-blades, holding me as if the ocean might drag me away.
We were wrapped in one tight ball of passion. We couldn’t get any closer to one another, I couldn’t have gotten any deeper inside her as we held each other and rocked and thrashed on the empty beach. 

When it was over, when we’d cum, we, little by little, slowed to a stop. We didn’t end the embrace. Mom stayed on top of me, my dick still firmly inside her, our heads buried in each other’s necks, trying desperately to calm our breathing, the sound of our hearts beating, drowning out the sound of the crashing waves. 

As the seconds ticked by, Mom, with her head still nuzzled in my neck, whispered in my ear, “Are you sorry?”
“Sorry we did this?” I asked, a bit puzzled by the question.
“Yes Brian………Are you sorry?” she asked fretfully.

I could feel that her body was tight, tense. She sounded like she was upset, like she was ashamed, on the verge of crying. Before the shame could take a stronger hold, I quickly held on to her tighter and rolled us over. She was on the bottom, I was between her open legs now, my knees digging into the wet sand, the tide coming in as the waves reached further up our bodies; my semi-hard dick still deep inside her. She tried to shamefully draw herself up…to bury her head in my neck again so I couldn’t see her face, but I pulled back. 
“Look at me.” I insisted tenderly.

She couldn’t seem to do it. She laid her head back on the sand with her eyes tightly closed.
So I did the only thing I could think of to show her I wasn’t sorry we’d done what we’d done. I began to slowly move my hips. It took only a few strokes inside her wet coochie for the firmness to return to my dick. I felt her body ease a little and her hands gently begin to slide up and down the backs of my arms.

“Look at me.” I whispered again pulling my dick out until just the tip rested in her warmth.
She opened her eyes. Even in the meager light, I caught the sparkle of tears in them. 
“Are you sorry?” I asked as I paused between her legs waiting for a response before I continued.

This time she was the one to shake her head with tiny little shakes.
“No…” She finally whispered as she rocked her hips allowing my hard dick to sink back into her wet pussy. The tension left her body and was replaced by a nice smooth rhythm. 
“I’ve wanted to do this for quite a while.” I admitted.
“I’ve thought about it a few times too.” Mom confessed softly as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my head down to her lovely tits.

When we were finished, we gathered our wet clothes and ran back to the house. We stopped at the sliding glass door and peeked in. Timmy and Rascal were still sound asleep on the couch. Mom snuck in, got dry clothes for us both and then we sat on the patio talking until after four. Just before the first light of dawn, we quietly went into Mom’s room and enjoyed each other’s touch again.

Oddly enough, this was the first time we kissed. The kiss was soft and sweet; tender. It seemed to over shadow the sex. It felt like we’d been doing it forever. Had it not been for the fear of my little brother waking and catching us, I believe we would have kissed well into the morning. Who would-da thought it. As strange as it sounds…It was like falling in love.

Horny guy having a memorable picnic

It was always good to go on picnics. I loved it when I got to tag along. When I was taken along it was a picnic or else it was a company outing where kids of the employees were not allowed. My father had divorced my mom so for a while I did not get any chance. However my mom’s school used to arrange a lot of outings and I would always tag along with her.
My mom is a pretty lady, aged 37. She had me when she was only 19, and I have seen her pictures when she was young, wow, she was a bomb. She used to go to the gym daily, and had maintained her body. She didn’t have the biggest of boobs only a 36C but she had an amazing sense of dressing.
She always wore very light clothes and her bra would always show through her clothes. I could always make out what colour she was wearing as she would never cover herself at home. She sweats a lot and in the summers one can always make out the sweat under her arms and sometimes on her back.
Her entire shirt becomes transparent and when I am lucky I get to see her in public like that. Men love to stare which she never minds and I love the attention they give to her especially when they treat her like a bitch.
This one day we had gone on an outing with my mom’s boss Mr. Naveed and my mom’s colleague whom everyone called Vicky and some other teachers. My mom was wearing a tight pink sleeveless kamiz and shalwar. Underneath she was wearing a black bra, small for her size so her boobs looked bigger than usual. The heat was making her sweat and there was a huge stain under her arms.
We left for the farm out of town; his farm, more like a trekking area. We reached there and I helped mom get the things out in a clearing right in the middle of the jungle. We spread out the sheet and settled on it. Just when we were about to sit I saw Vicky brush against my mom’s ass. She didn’t notice it and I thought it was by mistake.
Then all three got the beers and started boozing. Mr. Naveed was very courteous and offered my mom the snacks. After a while came the big problem, there was no water and firewood; apparently someone had forgotten to get it along.
As junior guys Vicky and some teachers got up to go get the water and collect some wood. Mr. Naveed said they should take me along too so that there will be help in getting the wood. So off I went with Vicky and some teachers and me looking for wood and water from the nearby stream.
Nearby still meant a half hour walk. I really didn’t want to walk so much and wasn’t so enthusiastic about it so I just walked slowly and was lagging behind. Half way I had lost them, they were in their own world, talking about work among other things. I walked back taking a long route back so that I can have a smoke. I came up on to the clearing from the other side and saw no one there.
I was surprised, the sheet was still there, and I wanted to call out to my mom when I heard rustling sound in the nearby bush. I crept slowly sideways, not going into the clearing at all. I came up around the bush, hiding behind it, and what I saw could have killed me with a heart attack.
My mom was lying on the other sheet we had got; her kamiz was all pulled up along with her black bra. Her shalwar and panty were pulled down to her ankle and her legs were spread out and her knees were pulled up giving Mr Naveed the best position to lick her big cunt.
Mr. Naveed was a big man but was still lost between my mother’s huge thighs. I moved back till I had the view from right behind him, facing my laying mom. He had spread her engorged outer lips with his probing tongue. He licked her slit, open now, inside her inner pink cunt lips, ran his tongue all around the fleshy hole a deep red on the outside, pink on the inside.
He swallowed her flowing juices, running from her pussy and wetting his face. My mom had one hand on his head and the other one she had on her mouth to stop herself from making too much noise. She had her eyes closed and was lost to the world. Mr. Naveed pulled himself up, wiping the wetness from his face.
He was on his knees when he opened my mother’s kamiz and pulled her up to unstrap the bra. I couldn’t see her nipples till one rolled to the side. Mr. Naveed was covering the view. I had to shift position again to get a better angle.
Mr. Naveed had her nipples aroused by pinching them, the brown areola stood hard. He then started sucking them like a baby, cupping her breasts underneath, pulling them up to press against his face. He was literally rolling in them. While licking he raised his ass a bit, put his one hand down and held his cock. He was positioning himself to enter my mom.
He shuffled a bit, put his cock in her wet entrance and waited a second just to be sure he was going the right way. With his hairy chest resting on my mom’s big boobs he swiped his cock head up and down her pulsing cunt lips. He spread them slowly. Then he moved the large black head down and entered her slowly, sliding inch after inch of his dick into her moist fuck hole.
He kept moving forward until he was buried all the way into her cunt, his pubic hairs smashed against hers, till his balls were resting in the crack of her buttock cheeks. He started riding his cock into her, pulling it back, pumping it in, slow, long, steady strokes. Then as she started moaning, lifting her ass up to meet his thrusts, he fucked her faster, making loud sloppy sounds.
I could see his cock coming out glistening with her cum and again get lost in the pink hole. Her cunt had become a tight ring around his fat cock. He rested his shoulders on her and put both his hands below her ass cheeks, gripping her ass and lifting her more to smash his groin into her.
His hands were small yet strong as they held her ass. He was still fucking her vigorously when I saw Vicky coming into the clearing; he came straight to him from the bush of the other side. Mr. Naveed wasn’t surprised to see him, he just carried on fucking. This is when I realized that it was all planned.
He had lost the others in the trail and come back hurriedly so he could also get a piece of the action from my mom. Meanwhile Mr. Naveed had his ass tightened he was unloading his seed into my mom. This turned me on more seeing my mom taking in someone else’s cum into her pussy so willingly. My balls were about to burst.
I had to control, Vicky was already removing his pants. Time was running out for them as they thought the others might return soon. After Mr. Naveed got up, she just sat up looking at Vicky as he removed his underwear. She motioned him to sleep down now. She got up heavily and with her dripping pussy came over Vicky.
She straddled him, held his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it. I guess she wanted to cum too and Mr. Naveed had not yet satisfied her big cunt. She sat right down on it, poking his cock in her pussy. She settled on it and shifted around, fitting it fully into her big slutty hole. She surprised me more by spreading her cunt lips so she could accommodate his cock till the hilt.
Then she just started humping without hesitation, riding his cock driving her wet pussy up and down on his erect rod. Vicky grabbed her tight ass cheeks, shaking up and down. He raised himself up and caught one of the big nipples which were flopping about. He licked and sucked her nipples as she fucked him harder and faster.
He had to leave her ass and grab the boobs to keep them from bouncing about. My mom’s belly and now ass cheeks made a big flopping sound as she humped herself on him. Mr. Naveed came in front and stood on top of Vicky’s head, giving my mom his small wet cock. His cock was wet with her juices and his left over cum was dripping from it.
My mother started licking his cock till it was clean. She moved him aside soon as she closed her eyes, threw back her head and moved faster. She was cumming so bad; Vicky was also shooting his cum into her. She just fell exhausted over him, breathing hard. It was a sight to remember with her clothes half torn, her bra nowhere in sight, cum dripping from her pussy.
They didn’t waste much time getting up and straightening themselves, I ran into the woods and wanked my cock. I didn’t need to do much, as soon as I touched my engorged cock I was erupting. This was too much for me. I returned much later to the clearing, till then the others were back and everyone was just starting to eat. Things were back to normal. My mom’s daring public sex stunt still makes me cum.

Sexy Shweta Fucked By Her Hunky Boyfriend - I

we met on Facebook. Those days I was in Columbia University, New York, for my student exchange program for my final year M.Arch. Basically from Mumbai, I had 6 months left and I was terribly homesick. I had lot of friends and had enjoyed the first 6 months to the fullest, but now I wanted to go home.
I was going through a friend's profile, where I saw his comment on a pic posted by my friend that had me in it. I pinged him and we started talking. Over the next 2 days we spoke a lot about each other and started enjoying each others company online, obviously staying up late, due to the time difference.
Slowly the chats started to get a bit too personal and once he shared a topless pic of his. He was a body builder and looked damn hot in the pic. I told him so. Next he said he wanted to connect with me on skype. I called him and saw that he was in the shower in a pair of tight and short boxers. He looked sizzling and I started getting hot looking at him like that.
I felt like biting his neck and his taut nipples. I had prior experiances with a guy before and was no novice to sex.I wanted this man badly, the moment I first saw him in shower. As he was wiping himself, he expressed the desire to see me in bath too. And I was more than willing to show a bit of myself to him as well!
Describing myself, I am average looking, average height and average facial features. My figure is 34-24-38. So the highlight of my body is my ass. Round and protruding. Growing up, I was embarassed by it, but when the time came, I earned my a lot of ogling stares from guys all around me!
I got into my bikini and got into the shower and called him on skype. The bikini bottom was the tying style (Like a G-string), and the top was of the halter type - tying at the back of the neck and back. It was damn sexy and looking at me, he had started hyperventilating! I was enjoying his gaze on me as I was soaping myself - feeling myself up with each stroke.
I rubbed by neck seductively, pressing my boobs, sliding my hands inside the bikini top and rubbing my boobs, squeezing them and crushing them, pulling my hard nipples. My face was showing my condition 'down under' and it was getting too much for him to handle too. He had started shagging and moaning loudly. I was able to hear him over the shower.
"Oh yes, Shweta..Oh yes...do it more. Baby I want you..I want you to be my bitch..ahh..I want to be inside you...Ohh yeah baby...oh I want you..." Just then, I turned and he just went full throttle seeing my bare back and my ass. The tiny bikini bottom hardly covered my ass.
I started teasing him by sliding the bottom down ever so slightly. Then I acted like I was about to untie it and all this was making him go wild. "Oh show me the ass baby! I will lick it and bite it and suck it. Aahhh.....I want to lick your pussy...Shwetaaaa...I want you..I want to mate you.
Ohhhh....you are mine baby..I am going to pounce on you and be inside you. I want to tear your pussy and drink up all the juices..."and he went on and on and on, moaning and grunting and screaming all the while.
All the dirty talking and the moans drove me crazy and I just disconnected the call. I took my vibrator and masturbated and had a couple of shuddering orgasms. It was quite late at night but I had to talk to him. I pinged him on fb again. He said I was amazing and just wanted to fuck me - He said he wouldnt be able to wait all those months for me to return to India.
After this experiance, he would become very desperate. After a while, I slept off. We didnt repeat the shower scene, but used to sex-chat a lot.Almost every night I would masturbate either talking to him or dreaming about him. I knew we would meet as soon as I returned to India and the sex would be so steamy that it would run a steam engine for a few hundred kilometers, if not more!
In anticipation, I even got my pubic hair removed through the laser treatment. it cost me a bomb, but I had a part time job, which I hadnt told my parents about. So I used up almost the entire earnings of 8 months (I was working before I met him) for that purpose.
Even after all these months of sexting, I hadnt seen his dick, nor had he seen my pussy. We were saving the best for the D-day. He had just told me that his tool was 9 inches when fully erect. Ummmmm...my mouth and my vagina both watered when he told me that. Even my vibrator was just 7 inches and had faithfully given me a lot of pleasure.
I knew, when we met, he would claim me like a caveman and mate with me like an animal. Night after night, I would see pure carnal desire in his eyes and his face while he shagged away like nobody's business. He would describe in detail about when we would finally meet, how he would fuck me, and in what positions.
He seemed to remember my body quite vividly from the shower scene, and he shared his fantacies of tormenting me by biting the mole on my right breast this way and sucking the birth mark on my lower back that way. One day, I had an orgasm just by hearing his voice, seeing his mad eyes and listening to his fantacies.
He was touching 40 but had a body and sexual need of a 30 yrs old man. I wanted to see how much sexual energy he had in him. He was a divorcee for the past 8 years and although he had had a few casual flings, he said his sexual needs were far from getting satisfied. I wanted to fuck this animal sitting in front of me, although being thousands of kilometers away from me.
Just a week before I left to India, I got a tatoo done just above my left ass cheek saying "All Yours". I didnt show that to him, neither did I tell him. I wanted to see his face when he saw it on me.
Soon the day came to leave for my motherland. The past few months had increased my anxiety to reach home and I was relieved that the wait was soon gonna be over. I was going to Mumbai and after a week, on the pretext of a friend's wedding, I would go to Delhi to be with him for 3 days and 3 nights of marathon sexathon!
The week in Mumbai just flew off and I didnt get much time to chat with him. We just watsapped each other a few times and just before boarding the flight to Delhi I called him. His voice was shivering in anticipation of what would ensue in just a couple of hours...
He had taken up a hotel room and and forwarded me the details. He had also arranged for a cab to pick me up at the airport and drop me at the said hotel. There were butterflies in my stomach all through the flight and by the time of landing, my legs were abandoning me and I was in a good mind to return to Mumbai, and probably even to New York! I was so nervous.
But there was an invisible magnet between us, so strong, that whatever I did, I wouldnt be able to go back now. I saw the driver with my name card. I waved at him and took a deep breath and walked briskly towards him. He smiled at me, and I wondered if he was used to doing this service for this particular client of his.
I chided myself at this though, saying this is none of your business, Shweta and allowed him to take my suitcase from me. On my man's insistance, I was wearing a short skirt, showing ample of my legs and a spagetti top. Beneath that, I was wearing the same bikini top and bottom. I had changed into this attire soon after landing at the Delhi airport.
The one and a half hour drive to the hotel seemed never ending. We reached and I took the suitcase and tipped the driver. I went straight to the elevator and pressed '4'. My heart was pounding against my chest and was sure my heartbeat would have been audible to the others, had they been present. I walked to room 410 and knocked.
I could hear footsteps and my heart started racing to a mile a minute. I saw the knob turning and I just wanted to turn around and run, but my feet betrayed me and they just wouldnt move. Suddenly he was standing in front of me. For what seemed like eternity, we stood staring at each other. I became aware of my heavy and short breathing and suddenly, he pulled me inside.
He closed the door and whispered "Shwetaaaahhhhh". And I said "Mohitttttt....". His mouth came crashing down on mine. I shut my mouth tight..and with his mouth still on mine, he pressed my cheeks hard with his right hand. The sheer force made my lips open and from then on began his carnage of me.
He started kissing me hard. I dropped the suitcase on the floor and reciprocated with equal voracity.My palms went into his hair and I pushed his head further towards me. This made him more hungry for me and started sucking my lips and tongue really hard. His hands were all over me. He started feeling my thighs, my back, my breasts and then he came to my neck.
With a jerk, he pulled the string of my halter bra and that very instant my breasts sprung loose inside my top. I moaned loudly inside his mouth. He dislodged his mouth just for an instant to look at me and started again. Then slowly he started sliding his right hand beneath my skirt. I was becoming hot and slowly started burning inside.
With his lips still on mine and his tongue still exploring the insides of my mouth, he moved his thumb on my pussy over the bikini. "Ohhh...." I moaned. He again looked up and saw me looking like a slut with my mouth open and eyes closed. An expression of raw desire written all over my face.
"Oh...you like it huh?" He said and again ran his thumb over my pussy above the fabric of the bikini. he started playing with the string of the bikini bottom and acted as though he was about to pull it open. Oh how I wanted him to! But he didnt. He left it and slid his hands inside my top onto my back. He slid my spagettis down my shoulders and started caressing my neck.
He was still kissin me. Our smooching went on for about 20 mins while he kept exploring my body as though he hadnt felt a woman's body before. He again slid his hands under my skirt and started feeling my upper thighs. He was totally avoiding my ass area, the thing that attracted him the most.
He again felt my vagina over the cloth and teased me like before by acting to pull open my bikini. I pulled away my mouth and pleaded "Please remove it and feel me, Mohit. I am waiting for you." He laughed. "Not so soon, honey". Immediately I started to pull open the strings and he immediately held both my hands with sheer masculinity.
He took my hands, raised them above my head, pushed me to the wall and pinned me to it. He looked at me and said "I am your caveman, remember? I am going to mate you today." I was already on the verge of my first orgasm and when I heard that statement, I shuddered and started rocking. He realised what was happening and immediately bit me hard on my neck.
He pulled my hair and made me arch my back and started biting and sucking my nipples over my top. His saliva made a wet
patch on the fabric on both sides. It felt cold on my hot body. I was still shuddering. My orgasm was continuing. With his hands now holding my hands above my head, pinning me to the wall again, he bent down and pulled up my top with his teeth to expose my stomach and navel. He started biting me there.
When he licked and bit my navel, I shuddered and rocked uncontrollably and my back arched. A few seconds later, my orgasm ended and I just wanted to fall on him. But he wouldnt let me rest. He used his strength to keep me pinned to the wall. "Mohit, let me..." He didnt let me finish. With his hands still on mine above my head, he brought his lips on mine and crushed my mouth beneath his.
He pressed his crotch to my vagina and I could feel his erection under all those clothes. It was pure heaven! His kissing was now hurting my lips. I was sure my lower lip was bleeding...but he just kept licking and biting and sucking. There was no softness about the smooches. It was all rough and animalistic. He was an animal during the act of mating. He was brutal and I loved it.
If his mouth was not on my mouth, it was on some part of my body biting or sucking...but tormenting me. Suddenly he looked at me and freed my hands. "Shweta I am going to loose all control of myself now. You have driven me to this point. I am going to tear you apart and fuck you like a posessed male. Dont tell me I didnt warn you before."
I shuddered at the thought that there was still more craziness left in him! With that he pulled my top over me and threw it on the floor. My bikini top was anyway free from the neck and was only tied on my back. He untied that as well. Before he could hold my hands tight again, I started pulling his t-shirt over his head. He helped me and we were both standing topless in front of each other.
I was speechless looking at this thing in front of me. He had a tout, well muscled chest and the nipples had gone hard. His abs didnt have 6 packs but definately had at least 2 packs and were flat at the navel area. He was wearing a low rise jeans which hung loosely at his hips. I tried to unbutton his jeans and he immediately held my hands. "Not so soon, bitch!"
He again pinned me to the wall with my hands raised above my head and started eating my breasts (literally!) Crushing, sucking, nibbling and biting my breasts alternatively. I was screaming in sweet agony that this animal was inflicting upon me. I had never experianced even a fraction of anything that was happening that day.
"Oh Shweta...you are amazing. Hmmm...I want to eat you and savour you till my last breath. Umm...this milky white body...ummm...these moulds of flesh....ummmmmm,..." His seductive voice laden with animal passion and unbridled desire was enough to drive me crazy.
He unzipped my skirt and it fell around my legs. He was gazing in my eyes. without breaking the gaze, he bent down and lifed me and carried me in his arms to the other end of the suite to a full length mirror, and carefully placed me down, me facing the mirror. I saw myself and immediately felt so shy that I closed my eyes.I was in my tiny bikini bottom and stringy heels.
I definately looked like a slut. "Mohit, give me my clothes. I cant see myself like this", I cried, with my eyes still closed shut. "Oh dont be prude, Shweta. Look at you, how hot you look!" With that he pulled open my bottom. And there I was, standing in just my heels. "Oh my God!!! Fuck, Shweta...I cant take my eyes off you!" "Oh Mohitttt..."
He started kissing me all over my body, starting with my mouth and face. I opened my eyes and saw myself beyond him. My neck, breasts and stomach were black and blue at multiple places, where this man had released his animal on me. Even now he kept biting me all over my frontal.
He kissed me on my lower stomach, inner thighs, dangerously close to my pussy, but didnt touch me there. He was making me go wild. Alternatively I kept opening and closing my eyes, bending forward, backward, but he wouldnt let me rest my body and let me sit. I wanted him to be on top of me..feeling the whole of him on the whole of me, but he wouldnt give that to me.
He just kept feeling my legs with his hands, lips and tongue. Finally he reached the strings of my heels and pulled them open one by one with his teeth. He kissed me so passionately on both my ankles. I went mad with ecstacy. I never knew that my humble ankles would give me so much pleasure.
All of a sudden, he kneeled and before I could anticipate, he licked me over my pussy. His tongue felt very rough on my tender pussy skin. I moaned out loud and he suddenly inserted his middle finger into my mouth. I started sucking and biting his finger as if it was his dick.
I started doing it so hungrily that he could no longer control himself and he immediately unzipped his jeans and pulled it down along with his boxers. I saw him but my mind didnt register his body at that moment. I simply bent down and took his monster in my hand. It was throbbing and fully erect. And surely was it a monster! 9 inches long and had the thickness to match.
I was sure he was going to tear my tiny hole, but I so wanted him inside me. But he had other plans. He again lifted roughly and carried me to the bed and threw me on the huge spring mattress where I bounced and fell on my stomach. There, my ass and my back was in plain view for him. "Shwetaaaahhh...when did you get this?"
He grunted, looking at my tattoo...I was not in a condition to speak...I just moaned as he rand his thumb over the tatoo and on my soft fleshy butt. Soon, he started kneading my ass. He bent and started licking and biting and sucking and kissing my back and ass. I tried to turn around. But he was very strong. He held my hands over my head and continued.
Alternating between soft, hard, rough and tender. He sucked the skin over the tatoo again and again. All of a sudden, he left me and was gone for a few minutes and returned. I kept lying like that. Suddenly, out of no where, I felt something very cold on my back. It was ice! He sild an ice cube over my back and immediately, moved his hot mouth where the ice cube had left its trail.
I was taken aback with the sheer pleasure of that act. The sensations that the cold and hot combination produced was mind blowing. And there, I had my second orgasm. I kept shivering long after it was over. I was feeling cold and hot at the same time. I asked him to turn off the AC and give me the blanket. I was shivering so badly.
He just turn me around and came on top of me and hugged me tight. He did that till I came back to normal. He looked at my face and smiled. He was still fully erect. I was amazed that even after 2 hours of action, he was still erect. He said he had shagged just before I came. He had done so that he could keep himself up for a long session.
I was so happy for that, that I kissed him long and deep. And suddenly, I started feeling something strange. I just felt like fucking the day lights out of him now. And he was ready for that. I mustered all my strength and toppled him and now came on top of him.