1. SeDuCeD BY MY EX-GIRLFRIEND'S MOM


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Male / Older Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Author: tenorman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    from her?” “Not lately. She called me constantly for the first two or three weeks but I finally quit taking the calls, so she doesn’t call as much anymore. I had to move on.” I looked in the basket she carried. There were two bottles of wine, a jar of cocktail sauce and a package wrapped in white paper. “So what do you have here?” I asked, picking up the white package. “Jumbo shrimp,” she said. “I had a craving for shrimp cocktails.” “Sounds good,” I said. “Oh, do you like shrimp? Would you like to join me?” This caught me by surprise. “Join you?” “Yes. Share these shrimp. I’d love the company! Are you free tomorrow night?” I said yes. The next day was Friday and I was wide open. “Wonderful, then it’s settled. Listen, I have a meeting after work tomorrow but it shouldn’t last too long, perhaps to six or six-thirty at the latest. Could you come over about seven-thirty, would that work for you?” “Works for me,” I said. “I’m glad you can make it, I’m looking forward to it. It should be fun. So, until tomorrow…” she said, and then she put her arms around me and hugged me. It felt good but I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. Then she turned and walked toward the checkout. I watched her fine ass all the way down the cereal aisle. -- When I arrived Friday night Rebecca greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. There was mellow jazz playing on the stereo, scented candles burning, and a lovely woman standing before me. I handed her a bottle of fine wine I had brought with me. I knew ...
    she’d had two bottles in her shopping basket, but I figured she could never have too much wine. “You shouldn’t have brought anything, John,” she said. “That wasn’t necessary. I just poured a glass for myself, can I get you one?” I accepted. “Have a seat and I’ll be right back. I sat on the plush sofa and soon she returned with a tray holding a bottle of wine, two half-filled glasses and shrimp cocktails. Huge shrimp hung on the rims of sauce-filled glasses. She bent down and placed the tray on the table in front of the sofa, then picked up her wine and sat down on the sofa about three feet to my right. She tied her hair back with a scrunchie and turned slightly toward me. She looked gorgeous. She was barefoot and dressed in soft cotton: a short, white, sleeveless, button-down blouse that barely reached the top of her pants. She was braless and her nipples pushed gently at the cloth. Her pants were gray and went to mid-calf. The pants were tight; they stuck to her like paint and it was hard to divert my eyes from the crack of her ass and her camel-toed crotch. “Thank you for coming over,” she said, breaking ice, “it’s nice to see you again. I was looking forward to this all day. It’s nice to spend an evening with a good-looking young man!” I think I blushed. “You look sensational,” I said. She thanked me for the compliment and we proceeded with some small talk for a few minutes, about the weather, her job, and my business. The music stopped and she got up and walked over to a ...