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In those situations you got to get up and
go. Nothing to be done. She won't tell anyone.

Heck, who is she going to tell?

She knows she wants it.

Thing is can she take it?

Is she entitled?

That's the big one. If she
believes that the young cock is good then half the time these MILFs
will jump with no resistance. Other half they either don't or they
take a little sweat talking. Jack is a damn good sweat talker
though. Could talk a woman into anything. He has too. We are up
for
anything
after all.

He pops a button on her blouse as she
massages his dick. I stalk around to the door and enter quietly on
silent feet. At the kitchen door I listen to her breath pounding
out from her lips. She's panting and hot. It must be exciting
having a young dick in her hand. Nice and fat. White and shaven
clean. Her husband may or may not be 'adequate' as we like to call
normal not-so-hung folk. Maybe this is Mrs. H's first big white
cock. She's in for a surprise.

Right as she's on her knees and furiously
working at his jeans to get them down, I enter at stage right.

“
Yo, I fin---” I step
back. “Shit, dude! What you doing with Keith's mum!?!”

Jack skips back. He looks shocked. Every
time he does it I always get taken aback. It's like he's really
startled when we've done this over 20 times now. Always gets
me.

“
Ummm... Oh, my... Oh,
dear...”

“
I can't believe this,
man. She's got a husband. What's his name... Herbert?”

We checked carefully. It's his name.

She goes white.

“
What if he finds out that
his old lady was sucking some young white guy's cock like that? You
think shit's going to be cool after that?”

She goes even whiter.

I step inside and stare down at her on her
knees.

“
I can't let this go,
ma'am. If you are going to fuck Jack and leave me out then I can't
let this go.”

“
What?” It escapes her
lips like a bullet from a gun.

“
I said you gonna fuck him
and not me? I can't take that. And here I thought you were a nice
woman. One who would look after a guy.”

“
What are you saying?” she
repeats. “I don't understand.”

I look to Jack then her real considering
like.

“
Ma'am, you were fucking
my boy here like it was nothing. I thought you were an elegant
type. One that wouldn't just offer one guy the dish and leave the
other out to paint the damn roof.”

“
He means you got to fuck
us both,” Jack cuts in.

“
I'm sorry?”

We look at each other. I bend down and speak
slowly and very properly so she gets it good.

“
I am going to tell your
husband you were fucking Jack if you don't have sex with us
both.”

“
A threesome?”

“
Yes.”

“
With you two young
men?”

“
No one else
here.”

Her eyes go from me to Jack and down to my
crotch.

“
I'm not sure. You two
planned this.”

I reach down and grab her jaw and look into
her eyes.

“
And if we
did?”

There's silence. Male-female communication
occurs.

“
If you won't tell
anyone...”

“
No one will ever know.
I'll even paint the side of your house or something for
free.”

She pauses.

“
That would be nice. It
needs painting.”

“
A lot of things need
painting,” I murmur. “How about we start with you?”

I grab her up and pull her over to the
kitchen table. The newspaper is biffed on a chair and I point to
the table.

“
Get on.”

“
In front of the
window?”

“
Yeah, you got a
problem?”

“
People might
see.”

I laugh.

“
That's half the
fun.”

She gets on. I pop my belt buckle, work down
my zipper and pull out my hard black swollen cock and show her
it.

“
Isn't that a
beauty?”

Jack chuckles. Mrs. H's eyes are
popping.

“
Bet you never had a cock
this big.”

She looks away.

“
Open your fucking
mouth.”

My command is met with refusal. I grab her
lips and stuff my fingers in. She sucks them hard. For all this
pretending she's doing, there's some mean suction. I take the tip
of my black cock and push it to her pink polished lips. They open
when the time comes and she doesn't give me the teeth. This is how
some older women are. At the beginning they need to make a show,
but when you really try to fuck them, when you really straight up
offer them the dick, they can't help themselves. It comes from
those wild old days of their youths. When they were naughty young
women trying to get theirs like everyone else in the world. I love
this about older women sometimes. The mix of push and pull and
refusal and just outrageous skill from years of taking it in every
hole.

“
Shit...” I
murmur.

This one is more skilled than most. Her lips
work around in an odd circular motion, like she's chewing but
without her teeth. I sink to the side of her head and groan for a
long while. The chewing thing is only one of this old dog's (sexy
as hell as she is) tricks. Her fingers smooth my balls then run the
shaft and wring it out. I have to pull out lest I cum down her
throat and lose my shot.

“
You were planning that,”
I realize when I come back panting.

Her eyes meet mine. She's not letting me
have the pussy. I can tell that already. Mrs. H is the kind that
will do anything to make a man cum before he soils her insides nice
and pearly white. Thankfully, we don't have just one cock.

Jack rolls in from the side and turns her so
her head is between his legs and hanging off the back of the table.
Her long blond hair is perfect and hangs to his ankles. I watch as
he thrusts in hard and fast with his big white cock gobbled up in
her throat.

The dick is spit out and the hands come up
to work his length along her throat towards her white shirt where a
hint of cleavage is. I see Jack's expression change.

“
Mrs. Henderson... Ma'am,
what are you doing?”

He's on his toes. I come down out of
curiosity and find her working the back of his balls and scrotum
with her tongue and lips.

“
Damn, that's
naughty.”

The woman comes up and without any
hesitation and not a single look aside unbuttons her shirt one
button at a time. I think me and Jack gulp on each one. This is the
first in 20 or more that have been this hot. Heck, I don't think
I've had a woman this heated in my life – younger or older. Jack
probably hasn't either by how he's enraptured by the revealing of
flesh that seems so mundane when you are watching it from a
distance or through a lens or something like in some porno, but is
damn near the most fascinating thing you've seen in your life when
a woman is looking at you with the type of passion that promises
you aren't up to the challenge.

“
Damn...”

Her tits are big and round and a little
drooping but that's not a bad thing. If they perked then the weight
of them would be lost. I've seen worse tits on 20 somethings. This
is pure A grade woman here. Those nipples are already brown and
hard as rocks. Big and beautiful too. We didn't need to lick or
touch them or anything. She just got hard from look at us.

“
You are...”

Mrs. H stands and puts a finger in my mouth.
I stop talking as I choke.

“
Bad young man. You take a
defenseless housewife like me and you blackmail her and make her so
sad.” Her eyes meet mine then Jack's. “I'm really sad now.” She
bounces one breast then the other in her hands. “How are you baby
boys going to make mumma happy again?”

We get the point. This
woman delivered all that in the huskiest, sexiest voice you've ever
heard. It makes me so hard that my cock and balls are
too
tight down below. It
would have been better to cum before, but that's hindsight. This
woman has power over us now. We thought we were walking in as the
wolves, but we were the lambs. Damn silly, but fine with me if it's
going that way. This will be a fuck to remember.

Her fingers come to mine and Jack's mouths.
She inserts the index and middle of either hand into either,
wrapping and wiping them on our tongues and brings them out to
slowly work around her hard nipples.

“
That's so warm, boys. So
wonderfully warm.”

I come forward, but she lightly slaps my
forehead and stops me cold.

“
No hurry. Watch and
learn.”

She begins to prize them. I stay close and
watch the flesh pull out and extend. Each time she goes longer and
longer until she's pulling those big breasts out by her nipples. I
swear that I almost cum seeing this.

“
Give me those young
lips.”

Each of her breasts is held up. She looks
down at them lovingly and presents them like she would to young
children for their milk. I take hold of the flesh and find it
natural, smooth and soft. She pats me on the head as I suckle on
her nipple and work my tongue around it.

“
Good, Jack. Good
man!”

I glance to him. The fucker is working her
hard. I increase my pace. He who wins takes the spoils. That's the
kind of competitiveness we have going on.

“
That's nice. Now come
lower. I have something else for you to lick.”

She parts her skirt down the middle and sits
back on the table with one hand between her legs holding her pretty
lightly haired pussy nice and wide. There were no panties there to
begin with and her juices are pouring down her legs in little
streams of transparent liquid that nearly reach her knees.

“
Come on. Both of you at
the same time.”

I glance at Jack.

“
We don't do that,
Ma'am.”

She waves her legs off the side of the table
and looks annoyed.

“
You don't want
this?”

It's opened. I want it. My dick stiffens and
says it wants it. However, there's no way that I'm licking her out
with Jack's tongue right there. That'd be like kissing another
guy.

Her eyes roll up.

“
Young men have no
imagination.”

Standing, she throws back her skirt, bares
her wide gorgeous ass and points at her butt hole.

“
Lawrence, you were slack
on my tits. That means you get to lick my ass only. I want you to
go deep with that tongue. You won't get anymore if you don't do it
right and I'll make you watch Jack fuck me if you
can't.”

I tense.

“
Yes, Ma'am.”

“
Jack, get on your knees
and worship me.”

The other man is quick to get down and dirty
with her pussy. She moans loudly, praising him and staring at
me.

“
Fuck...” I growl. I won't
lose to this guy.

I take her ass cheeks in either hand. They
are soft and womanly. I nearly lose myself in the smoothness, but
soon remember my mission in her cries and how she bangs the table
with the base of her hands when it feels good.

My tongue is long and goes in deep. It
tastes of earth and smells of roses. She must have slipped out and
sprayed some perfume on her butt. How much of this was planned from
the moment we arrived? I'm wondering that as I lick that smooth,
warm place hard and fast.

Jack gets ahead of me by the sheer potential
for pleasure that the woman's pussy has. She cums twice during our
play. It's out of this world watching a woman spray her juices from
her pussy all over your friend's head. I got it straight on the
chest and jaw and it was hot and horny and it was at that point
that I knew I had to fuck this woman. Nothing but fucking her would
be enough.

“
Stop,” she pants.
“Stop.”

Her eyes turn to mine. We know what's up.
She can't get away from us now. Her mind is addled. There's no
stopping us.

“
Get the lube,” she
murmurs.

“
Sorry?”

“
It's in the bottom
drawer. I bought it down earlier.”

I find it. A huge bottle of the stuff with a
pourer on the end that is long and looks good for putting in
things.

“
Come here. I want
that.”

She takes it.

“
Lawrence, did you like my
ass?”

“
It was nice,
Ma'am.”

“
And you, Jack, how was
that pussy?”

“
Gorgeous.”

She nods.

“
Have you ever fucked a
woman together?”

“
Like her mouth and
cunt?”

“
No, her
cunt, as you put it,
and
her ass.”

We nearly both fall off our feet. She's
suggesting the holy grail of porn to us here. In real life to meet
a woman that can do that – that WOULD do that – is out of this
world. She's offering it like this is the Sunday special down at
the local diner. I pray I should be lucky enough to marry a woman
of this fine caliber. You'd be sure that I'd never stray – not even
a flicker of the eye. Mr. Henderson must have it good.

“
I've never done that,” I
admit.