Part 13
She hooked her thumbs under the this straps of the panties and pushed them down. “Yes I did, Ethan. I wasn’t going to let you get away.” She stepped toward the bed.
“What if my dick wasn’t what you had been told it was?” he asked. She climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees, straddling his body.
“But it is, isn’t it?” she said. She grabbed it and held it up against her groin, grinding her mound on the shaft.
“I guess so,” he said. Her beautiful breasts swayed as she moved over him. He reached up and squeezed them. They were soft and supple in his fingers.
She maneuvered his pole between her legs and hunched over him to guide it to her hole. Her breasts dangled inches from his face. Ethan laid beneath her, motionless, completely at her mercy. Up until then he had remained passive and let her be the one in complete control. He remembered how quick Casey was to learn what he had taught her about lovemaking. Did she take after her mother? He was going to enjoy discovering what Mrs. Turner had to teach him.
She had managed to insert the end of his dick. Her lips were quivering. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She tried to push herself down on it and moaned. She was wet enough to let it slide all the way into her, but it was a tight fit.
“Oh yeah ... oh yeah,” she moaned. She was straightening up and it was going into her gradually. Her wet cunt made sucking noises as it engulfed him. She straightened up on her knees, resting all of her weight on him and grinding her pelvis in a circle. She took a deep breath.
“I wish my husband had a tool this big,” she said. “I’d fuck him every day of my life.”
“Don’t you fuck him every day now?” Ethan asked, squeezing her tits. She was licking her lips while she moved her ass slowly up and down. Her head was tilted back.
“Yes, that’s true,” she said softly. “But that’s beside the point. I just wish he had a cock as big as yours that he could use on me when he fucks me every day.”
Ethan began moving his hips up and down with the same rhythm she had. She moaned. She put her hands over his hands on her tits and moved them vigorously over her nipples.
“Are you going to fuck my daughter again?” she panted.
“Definitely,” Ethan replied.
“How was she?”
Strange question for a mother to ask about her daughter, Ethan thought. How do I answer this sort of thing? Do I tell her I liked the way she moved her ass? Should I tell her Casey was tighter than a bank manager with his last nickel?
“She was fine,” he said finally with a shrug.
“She said she gave you a blowjob. Did you like it?”
Again, Ethan shrugged. “It was fine.”
Mrs. Turner opened her eyes and looked down at him. She appeared somewhat cross. “You can be more specific, Ethan. I am her mother.”
“Why do you want to know this stuff?”
“Because I’m coaching her,” Mrs. Turner said. “I’m the one who taught her how to kiss.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back again. She pressed herself down on his cock as hard as she could. When she got the deep groan out of Ethan she smiled and lifted herself up slightly. He opened his eyes and she was looking down at him. “I didn’t expect she would be giving head so soon. Now that she’s started I want to make sure she does it well.”
Ethan nodded. It was unusual but he could see that she was concerned. He could think of some other girls who could use some coaching to improve their technique.
“She did okay for her first time,” he began, still unsure of how to critique a person’s oral technique. “I think she didn’t think she was going to like it when she got started. That didn’t stop her, though. Once she got into it she did well. She has a small mouth, of course, so she wasn’t able to get much of my dick into it. She handled it like she was afraid it was going to do something to her.”
Mrs. Turner looked down at him again, smiling. “I’m sure she did,” she said. “Did you come in her mouth?” She let go of his hands and he stroked her hips and thighs.
Ethan shook his head. “I think her first time was much too early to do that.”
“Will you do it next time?”
“Probably.”
She smiled again. She continued to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding motion. Her hands were on the soft, warm flesh of his belly to help hold her up. “Do you always come as much as you came in my mouth?”
“Pretty much,” Ethan said. He put his hands around her hips and pulled her down again as hard as he could, forcing his cock even deeper into her body. She was tight enough to prevent her from sliding up and down on his cock too much. She was like a clamp around him. She started moving faster, her back undulating and her shoulders rolling back.
“I want you to fill me with it,” she sighed. Her body bent way back. Ethan held her around her waist and kept her from falling over backwards.
“Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” he said.
She hooked her thumbs under the this straps of the panties and pushed them down. “Yes I did, Ethan. I wasn’t going to let you get away.” She stepped toward the bed.
“What if my dick wasn’t what you had been told it was?” he asked. She climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees, straddling his body.
“But it is, isn’t it?” she said. She grabbed it and held it up against her groin, grinding her mound on the shaft.
“I guess so,” he said. Her beautiful breasts swayed as she moved over him. He reached up and squeezed them. They were soft and supple in his fingers.
She maneuvered his pole between her legs and hunched over him to guide it to her hole. Her breasts dangled inches from his face. Ethan laid beneath her, motionless, completely at her mercy. Up until then he had remained passive and let her be the one in complete control. He remembered how quick Casey was to learn what he had taught her about lovemaking. Did she take after her mother? He was going to enjoy discovering what Mrs. Turner had to teach him.
She had managed to insert the end of his dick. Her lips were quivering. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She tried to push herself down on it and moaned. She was wet enough to let it slide all the way into her, but it was a tight fit.
“Oh yeah ... oh yeah,” she moaned. She was straightening up and it was going into her gradually. Her wet cunt made sucking noises as it engulfed him. She straightened up on her knees, resting all of her weight on him and grinding her pelvis in a circle. She took a deep breath.
“I wish my husband had a tool this big,” she said. “I’d fuck him every day of my life.”
“Don’t you fuck him every day now?” Ethan asked, squeezing her tits. She was licking her lips while she moved her ass slowly up and down. Her head was tilted back.
“Yes, that’s true,” she said softly. “But that’s beside the point. I just wish he had a cock as big as yours that he could use on me when he fucks me every day.”
Ethan began moving his hips up and down with the same rhythm she had. She moaned. She put her hands over his hands on her tits and moved them vigorously over her nipples.
“Are you going to fuck my daughter again?” she panted.
“Definitely,” Ethan replied.
“How was she?”
Strange question for a mother to ask about her daughter, Ethan thought. How do I answer this sort of thing? Do I tell her I liked the way she moved her ass? Should I tell her Casey was tighter than a bank manager with his last nickel?
“She was fine,” he said finally with a shrug.
“She said she gave you a blowjob. Did you like it?”
Again, Ethan shrugged. “It was fine.”
Mrs. Turner opened her eyes and looked down at him. She appeared somewhat cross. “You can be more specific, Ethan. I am her mother.”
“Why do you want to know this stuff?”
“Because I’m coaching her,” Mrs. Turner said. “I’m the one who taught her how to kiss.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back again. She pressed herself down on his cock as hard as she could. When she got the deep groan out of Ethan she smiled and lifted herself up slightly. He opened his eyes and she was looking down at him. “I didn’t expect she would be giving head so soon. Now that she’s started I want to make sure she does it well.”
Ethan nodded. It was unusual but he could see that she was concerned. He could think of some other girls who could use some coaching to improve their technique.
“She did okay for her first time,” he began, still unsure of how to critique a person’s oral technique. “I think she didn’t think she was going to like it when she got started. That didn’t stop her, though. Once she got into it she did well. She has a small mouth, of course, so she wasn’t able to get much of my dick into it. She handled it like she was afraid it was going to do something to her.”
Mrs. Turner looked down at him again, smiling. “I’m sure she did,” she said. “Did you come in her mouth?” She let go of his hands and he stroked her hips and thighs.
Ethan shook his head. “I think her first time was much too early to do that.”
“Will you do it next time?”
“Probably.”
She smiled again. She continued to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding motion. Her hands were on the soft, warm flesh of his belly to help hold her up. “Do you always come as much as you came in my mouth?”
“Pretty much,” Ethan said. He put his hands around her hips and pulled her down again as hard as he could, forcing his cock even deeper into her body. She was tight enough to prevent her from sliding up and down on his cock too much. She was like a clamp around him. She started moving faster, her back undulating and her shoulders rolling back.
“I want you to fill me with it,” she sighed. Her body bent way back. Ethan held her around her waist and kept her from falling over backwards.
“Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” he said.
