1. Long Skirts and Short Shorts


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Older Female, Male/Teen Female, Author: Don'sdick, Rating: 89.4, Source: sexstories.com

    few dicks in my time. Just pull off your jeans and piss. Let’s eat; then we’ll play a little before you go back to work.” I’m pretty sure my brain completely ceased to function as I stood there, watching Mary untie the bottom of her shirt. Needless to say, my teen cock jumped to attention and I was about to piss my pants as well. But I wasn’t about to take my eyes off the sight before me. Now, I hadn’t been a virgin for a while, but here was a grown woman, mother of a pretty 19yr old daughter and a 12yr old boy. Her pale tits, tipped with pink aureoles and nipples, were fan-fucking-tastic. My eyes were glued to them when I heard her say, “Donnie? Have you ever screwed a woman?” That brought me out of my trance and I answered, “Ummm… some girls. But I’ve never fucked a full grown woman… I mean, my girlfriend is full grown, I guess; but you’re… uh… well, you’re… ma’am, I’ve never seen anything like you.” She chuckled and asked me if I was hungry or not. That confused me a little because she already had my mind on tits… and pussy. But I told her yes, I was hungry. “Good. I want you to get all your clothes off and piss. We’ll eat, as soon as you screw me real good.” I must make a note right here and say that I never heard Mary say the word, ‘fuck’. She always said ‘screw’. I tripped over the draglinks on the back of the old Twin Cities four cylinder as I tried to hide behind the tractor to drain my bladder. Mary, of course, was giggling like a teenager the whole time. I know I ...
    was as nervous as a dog named Spot, trying to learn commands like Stop, Trot and Squat. Whole I was pissing, I peeked over the hood. Again, my eyes just HAD to be lying to me; Mary was turned toward the Ford, bent over and working her tight shorts down to her ankles. Once more, I thought, “What the fuck is going on?... She always wears a dress…. She rarely smiles. …My God, that’s a fine ass. …Is Wally gonna show up and kill me? …Does she really want to fuck… or is she just fuckin’ with me?” I didn’t zip up when I came back around the front of the tractor. My cock was still out and hard enough to use as a splittin’ wedge, “Do you really mean this, Ma’am? You want me to fuck you?” She bent, put her hands on the back seat, her ass toward me. Looking over her shoulder, she told me to screw her from behind. Hesitantly, I dropped my own jeans and stepped out of them. I still couldn’t believe it, but Ol’ Fat Boy homed in on the ‘clam’, at the center of her crotch. She, evidently, had smoothed a little Vaseline on her pussy hole because I slid into her sooo easily. As bad as I hate to admit it, (but my mind was so damn blown away) that I shot my load within the first ten pumps. Unfazed, Mary stood and faced me, “My goodness, did I excite you that much? I’ll make a deal with you; we’ll sit on the blanket and eat dinner, then we’ll try it again, if it’s okay with you.” “Okay with me?? This fine mother-fucker wants me to fuck her again? Fuckin’ right I’ll fuck her again… if Wally don’t ...
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