1. Mrs. Smith {Part VIII}


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: archer_p, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    someone as young as he would have so many intriguing insights about so many subjects. It was such a turn on that he seemed to hang on my every word and look at me like I was a goddess. The only down point of the evening was when he excused himself to use the mens room and while he was gone the waiter came over and asked me if my son was done with his meal. I was glad Ponte hadn't heard that for I'm sure it would have dampened the mood. I know it dampened mine momentarily. I had a sudden pang of guilt. What would his mother think if she knew what we had been doing. What started with me catching him stealing my underwear has turned into a situation neither of us should be in. But when he returned and sat back down and again looked at me with that look, I forgot all about my guilt and I settled back and enjoyed the rest of the dinner. After we were done I found myself wishing he had chosen a restaurant that had dancing for I would have loved to have him hold me close during a slow number. We were pretty quiet on the ride home, mostly because my head was spinning over my feelings for him. I was grateful when we arrived home, anxious to be alone so I could figure things out. When he asked me for a kiss I knew he deserved at least that much so I turned and placed my lips on his. It had been a long time since I felt the electricity in the air that I instantly felt as our lips touched. He pulled me close against him and I was so turned on, instead of pulling away, I nestled ...
    against him. I considered asking him inside but I was afraid what it would lead to. So instead I suggested that we sit on the porch swing. As we sat down I crossed my legs, knowing the top of my stocking was showing. We went back to kissing and to his credit, all he did was place his hand on the bare skin where my stocking ended. He was truly making me feel like a woman rather than just a piece of meat. I noticed the bulge in his pants and I knew the minute he got home he'd be jerking off. I wondered how many times the poor k** had jerked off with thoughts of me. He was going to wind up getting blisters on his palm. I looked across the street and the only house that the people inside could see up was old man Perkins and his house was always dark by nine. I could have lied to myself, blaming it on the wine but I knew I wasn't d***k, but still I slid off the swing and knelt in front of Ponte. His leg was shaking when I undid the button on his pants and he was already breathing heavily by the time I had his zipper down. When I took him out there was some precum on the head of his erection. I gave him what I hoped was a mischievous smile and collected the cum on my finger and put it in my mouth. I teasingly ran circles around the head and then down the shaft before taking him in my mouth, sucking and licking. At one point I freed his balls and began sucking his sack. &#034Holy shit&#034 he said, making me chuckle. To his credit, he showed no signs of cumming. I didn't know if he was ...
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