She felt wonderful.She felt wonderful. Her humming moans were proof that she was enjoying the experience as much as I. Just as she whispered "Suck it...," I caught a hint of movement from the corner of my eye. Her right nipple and half her breast were in my mouth and I didn't release them as I turned my head slightly. Fifteen-year-old Stephanie stood in the kitchen doorway in cutoffs and a tee-shirt, an empty plastic water glass in her hand. Her eyes were wide and startled and her mouth hung open. I looked at her blankly but continued to suck on her mother's tit. My mind had simply quit functioning. "Jeeze, Mom...!" Carol's eyes snapped open and her head turned just in time to see a whirl of blonde curls disappearing back into the kitchen. "Oh, shit -- she's back early. Must have come in through the back door." Carol sat back on my lap, hands still resting on my shoulders, and looked after her daughter uncertainly. We heard a bedroom door slam. As Carol climbed off my lap and picked up her blouse -- I noticed she didn't bother with the bra -- I felt my cock rapidly going limp with disappointment. I sighed inwardly and said "I guess I'd better be getting out of here...." As I clambered up from the sofa, Carol put out a hand. "Mike, please don't go -- please? We have unfinished business, don't we? I just need to go have a talk with my daughter." Then she hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me again, softly this time. "I really want you to stay, okay?" How could I turn down a request like that? I leaned against the hall doorframe and watched Carol walk purposefully down the hall to her daughter's room. |