Mature and Young Porn

Part 1
Dear Diary 3 Monday Another week starts. Why does the weekend flash by so quickly? Nice suny day today… hate the idea of sitting around in the office. Must find a reason for going out and visiting some customers. Had a look at who wants what and found several customers who are in need of a site visit, so I decided to book myself out for the day. I could have asked someone to go out for me, but why should others get the fun of being out in the sunshine. Anyway, sometimes people want to discuss problems with the Manager and at least I can take decisions whereas junior staff would have to keep phoning me anyway! Not made any firm appointments; just got a list of adresses to go and check out. Who shall I see first? Decided to take the one furthest away and work my way back to the office. Drove for about 40 minutes; found the house and rang the bell. The door was answered by a lady in her late thirties or early forties; she was about medium height, chestnut coloured hair, brown eyes and was what is usually termed as being on the large side. Large in every sense that is. My eyes were immediately and rather obviously drawn to her breasts because the top she was wearing didn’t leave a lot to the imagination! Curiuosly, because this seemed unusual at the time, she was wearing a shortish skirt which showed off her legs and the lower part of her thighs (sheathed in tan nylon) quite well. She wasn’t what anyone would call slim or even slightly overweight. She had what could only be described as a ‘big belly’ and when she turned round to lead the way into the house I could see that she had a ‘big arse’ as well. It was obvious that she had expected me to be someone she could deal with on the doorstep and then ‘get rid of’ because when we got into the lounge it was obvious that she was not expecting visitors. Her laptop was online and placed down on the end of the sofa on which she had obviously been lying when she had been disturbed by the doorbell! She tried to conceal the site she had been surfing on but not before I caught a glimpse of a photo of a couple who were obviously not engaged in flower arranging…. unless they had discovered a very novel receptacle for the stems!

Chapter 3
We didn’t break from this position for several minutes as we both slowly recovered. She then turned around and crawled up to me and we kissed. She tasted of my sperm and my face glistened with her juices. We groped and sucked on each others mouths and pressed tightly to each other. I rolled on top of her without breaking our liplock. We continued our passionate kissing, and as our bodies pressed to each other, my cock rubbed over her soft pubic hair. I could feel my manhood swelling again, preparing itself for the assault on my mothers womb that for decades, it had longed for. I reached back while rubbing her ample ass and chubby thighs and grabbed her legs one at a time and folded them up towards her chest, this raised her ass up off of the bed and drew her cunt towards my throbbing pole. I could feel her large soft breasts press into my chest as I slowly lowered myself into her incredibly hot, tight, sopping wet, hole. Sliding into her then was excruciatingly wonderful. We breathed heavily into each others mouths as I pushed myself into her as far as I could possibly go. I ground my hips into her and could feel the pressure of my swollen cockhead on her cervix. I slowly withdrew only to plunge back into her over and over again, each thrust brought us both to a new level of ecstasy. Mom would break our kiss every few seconds to let out moans and squeals through deep rapid breaths, then she would pull my face to hers and kiss me deeply. It was obvious we both wanted our bodies to be as close to each other as possible. Mother and son, joined at their most sacred places, looking into each others eyes and satisfying their most primal needs. Who knows how long we fucked, it could have been two minutes or two hours, our minds were only conscious of our blissfull union, the closest of kin, as close as we could be, joined by rock hard penis and hot wet cunt. We clung tightly to each other as we climbed higher and higher towards the blissful summit that we would reach together. At last, her breathing became frantic, her pussy opened up, pressed into me, and allowed me to penetrate another fraction of an inch deeper into the place from which I came. Mom’s whole body shook with orgasm and my cock began spewing it’s incestuous seed. I felt as though my brain had been sucked through my spine and spewn out through my cock into the depest recesses of my mother’s womb. I could feel my cum leaking back along my shaft, with me so firmly lodged in her tight depths there was no where else it could go! Her frail body slowly grew limp beneath me as occasional tremors shot through each of us as “aftershocks” of our mind numbing orgasms. We were so close, she comes so intensely just like I do! The next day she told me that our experience from a year ago had bothered her greatly, but at the same time, it had turned her on so much that she had begun masturbating herself, something she had not done for years, while she thought about me. That day we went to see my wife and mom told her that she would try and stay until she was completely recovered. That night we would join again in another overwhelming experience.

Chapter 2
She took the head of my cock into her lips and began sliding her mouth slowly up and down the length of my shaft. OH MY GOSH! How good it felt! I could not believe it! She was really doing what I had always dreamed of! I rubbed and stroked her back and her chubby ass with my hands and then I grabbed her hips and pulled her midsection over me. There it was! Right in front of my nose! Here was the pussy that had given me life and had given me thousands of orgasms in my dreams. I could only faintly see her pouting cuntlips in the dim light, but I could smell the wonderful odors of my mother’s cunt and could feel the heat coming from it as I pulled at her ass cheeks to draw her down to me. I buried my face into her. I licked and tasted her all over for a while, rimming out her hairy hole with my tongue and lips. I concentrated hard on the taste and smells of her wonderful cunt trying to keep myself from blasting my jism into her mouth, I knew I could not hold back much longer and I needed to make her come quickly. I buried my nose in her moistening slit as I sucked and licked her clitoris. She was moaning loudly now and breathing hard but her face stayed buried onto my throbbing dick. She was bottomed out on me, easily deep throating my entire stiff rod and I could feel her breath from her nostrils blowing over my swollen nuts. Suddenly her pussy just seemed to open up and begin oozing as she pressed harder into me and I knew she was coming. I sucked and drank every drop of the precious fluids flowing from my mother’s cunt, my balls tightened and I started shooting wads of cum into the depths of her throat. Our energy and our fluids flowed in an erotic cycle, her spasming cunt discharged her body’s nectar into my face and mouth while I sucked franticaly, nearly suffocating in the embrace of her swollen cuntlipslips, this energy flowed through my being and gathered at the base of my throbbing prick to await it’s turn to be ejected in great spurts back into her body by way of her throat. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

Chapter 1
A little less than a year later, it seemed that things had returned to normal with me and mom. My wife had to have surgery and went in the hospital for a few days. My mother came down to be with her and help us out. She stayed with us at our house; mom insisted she would sleep on the couch even though I offered to. To my surprise, I was awoken the next morning by her getting up out of our king sized bed. She explained that she got cold and came to get more covers but instead, laid down and fell asleep there. The next night the kids were gone on a church trip and my mother was to be making the trip back to her house. After spending all day with my wife, Mom and I went to a local steakhouse to eat before she left. She said she wanted to pay for the meal but when the ticket came I took it and said “my treat”. She replied, “well, I’ll just have to treat you to something”. On the way to the house she talked about how she dreaded the long drive home. I convinced her that she should take another 1/2 day off from work and leave tomorrow, and finally, she agreed. I said she could have the bed to herself tonight and she said “nonsense, we did fine last night, you will sleep in your own bed!” We took turns showering, she went first and as I finished up I could not help but think about the possibilities, I had a raging boner and I had to stay in the bathroom a while and concentrate on other stuff to get it to subside. As I entered my bedroom, lit only by a nightlight, I could see that she was watching me get into bed, she had a scared and flushed look on her face, the same expression I had seen on her years ago driving by me and my friends on her way to get fucked! I got into bed and stared at the ceiling, determined not to do anything that would again strain our relationship. I heard some rustling under the covers and could see her outline in the dim light, I could swear she was taking her panties off! A minute later she slowly pulled the covers down and crawled over towards me. She was on her knees, she put her lips to my chest and began kissing me, her hands then slid down to my waist and began pushing my briefs down, she said “baby… your treat…”. She then kissed her way down my stomach with her breasts dragging over my chest and by the time I could feel her hot breath on my crotch, my cock was stiffly wagging about pointed straight up at the ceiling.

CHAPTER 9
“Sweet surrender,” she purrs, “Jay, lover, take your throne.” At this I slide back slowly until the glans of my cock-head meets the sphincter, then I ease back in and fuck with as much restraint and tenderness as I can muster. Each part of my penis feels as though it is being squeezed by a cunning, slightly moist velvet glove. The feeling is just so delicious. I’ve screwed a few young women in their asshole before. I’ve had rounded bottoms and slim waists in my hands, and relished the taper of their hips and the shudders and trembles of their bodies as I’ve watched and felt my cock pump in and out of their tight sphincters. I’ve revelled in their sighs of contentment and occasional gasps as pleasure and pain engulfs them. I’ve shot waves of cum in them and even on occasion had them beg me do it again, but never in my life have I ever felt as intense a pleasure as here, as this glorious creature; this mature, curvy, busty, big-bottomed lady writhes and groans in unadulterated pleasure at my pounding. Hazel moves to meet my thrusts as the pace rises up a gear. My penis seems to me more than a mere physical organ; it is the outlet of all power and pent up physical and emotional desire. “Your cock feels so good lover,” Hazel gasps out. Her breathing is ragged, and I am aware that her fingers are entering her pussy and rubbing around her prominent clit as we screw on. I lightly spank one of her full butt-cheeks. Then again, slightly harder. I grab her generous wide hips firmly. Hazel groans. Now I am ramming my cock in hard and fast, balls deep on every stroke; riding that big rounded ass. All the frustrations, angers and fears that I had felt in the last few months are being released as I fuck that fine ass deep and hard, and it feels great. Mrs. K shudders beneath me and with a probing hand I feel her cum; juice flows from her cunt. The tips of my fingers are damp with her fluid and I taste them:. delicious. I feel hypersensitivity in my whole body, as if it is electrically charged.

CHAPTER 8
“Most certainly dear, enjoy yourself,” Hazel giggles out in reply. Again I’m reminded of how her voice gets girlish when sexually aroused; it’s most affecting. Hazel assumes a position: she gets on all fours and sticks those big buns right out. The fullness and firmish roundness of her buttocks surely is a fine sight to behold. Her hands spread her cheeks to show off her anus. For the second time my chest tightens at the glorious sight of her wrinkled, puckered ring::. Fucking fantastic. Her asshole is presented as an offering. I quickly dash into her washroom. There are various creams and medicinal items in a wall cabinet. Among them I find some odourless gel. I return with some of it on my fingers. Down on the bed again I slip a finger in her anus and lube it. I drop down onto one knee so as to get my mouth to it at the optimum angle. I smell her unique smell; a very feint but attractive musky aroma, then raise my tongue and draw an ‘O’ around it, all the while pressing firmly. I’m eager as hell, but at the same time endeavouring to savour these moments. Hazel gives out a murmur, almost a deep purring sound. I widen her hole slightly with my thumbs, and then ease my tongue inside, very, very slowly. I lap her; stroking inside her ass with my tongue; the taste and sense I receive is gorgeous, and I am aware that my cock is pulsing, and I know it is releasing sticky pre-cum. While I enjoy this feast I very lightly trace around the outline of her clit with my right index finger, my left thumb goes under her to her mouth; she sucks it greedily. Her asshole is relaxed and when I eventually withdraw my tongue it gapes open for a second. Illusory, perhaps, but her anus appears once to wink at me. I rise onto my knees, lean forward and whisper into her ear: “Sweetheart, I want to make love to your beautiful ass.” “It’s yours baby, but be gentle,” she replies, her voice betrays a mixture of anticipation and a tiny bit of anxiety. I line myself up; the pulsing head of my cock presses against her ring, and I press steadily. The head enters the muscled anus and I slide on gently, through her lubed, tight tunnel. I push on very slowly, until my cock is balls deep inside her. Whether Hazel has been ass-fucked before I really do not know, but she certainly responds. Initially her body goes taught, but as I hold still in her, it relaxes.

CHAPTER 7
“I love your cum, Jay,” she almost purred. “Any time you like be my guest, anyyyyyy time,” I replied. “I want the next load elsewhere though,” she said, and rubbed the full bush above her pussy, giving another huge grin. She was getting freer in her talk and expressions; more overtly confident in her sexuality. That was a big turn-on. Having been ’sucked dry,’ temporarily at least, it was surely now only the polite thing to do to return the favour again. Considering that Hazel has a very long silky pink-red pussy, a sensitive prominent clit and a really wonderful taste inside her vaginal walls, all beneath a lustrous full dark bush, it was the kind of chore I’d tackle willingly any day of the week, or minute in an hour, second in a minute, whatever. Put basically, she just had the kind of a cunt that draws a mouth. I lick all around Hazel’s long pink-red slit. I love every fold. I tease her big sensitive clit with my tongue. Eating this fine lady quickly gives me another erection. I slide in and fuck Hazel’s pussy from the side as she raises one leg in the air. She loves this. She is sooooooooo wet. Hazel then athletically moves her position and rides on top of me. I hold her big hanging, swaying breasts as she eases up and down on my cock. She is also using her cunt muscles to squeeze and hold my cock from time to time. I raise my thrusts to meet hers; a curious and wonderful stop start rhythm ensues. Hazel rides my length easy and slow, then fast and hard. I catch a nipple from her swinging breasts in my mouth and suck it. Mrs K comes. Her chest and face flush a vivid red. I feel her body’s intensity. I want to cum now. I want to spread my seed in her silky, beautiful cunt. There is, though, somewhere else I need to cum in more. She is spent and exhausted. I lift her off of me and she lies beside me. I kiss her and hold her tight; I can feel the pounding, then gradually subsiding, of her heart’s beat. With mock politeness, I ask, “can I have a play with your wonderful big ass sweet-heart?”

CHAPTER 6
My head feels giddy in the best of ways. It is the blood rushing around my pussy and my breasts no doubt. I feel my torso shudder, and I cum; I flow; his greedy mouth stealing the juice from my pussy. He frees his mouth from between my legs, rises above me and kisses me. The taste merely heightens my inflamed senses. His cock, almost iron hard and warm, presses against the valley between my now nearly closed, soft, inner thighs. He’s kissing me deeply; his tongue is clever and teasing. I revel in the feel of his strong body moving against mine. I feel strangely simultaneously both fragile yet powerful under him. I feel so desired, so sexy knowing I can make this young man want me so: I will have his big cock deep inside of me; I will make him cum and pump his seed in my body. I break the embrace and kiss my way down over his muscled chest and flat, firm stomach. I want his manhood. I just love the smell of his big cock; there is a sexy soap clean and sweet aroma. I start by licking his full balls. “Ahhh,” he almost cries out in delighted fashion. “Fuck Hazel, that is so good.” I then suck on each testicle in turn, then take his shaft in my hand. God, he’s big. I lick and kiss the veins pulsing the blood to his cock’s head. Then my lips cover the head. I taste the tang of his pre-cum. I let my lips close over the swollen, mushroom like end. My tongue dances around it. Jay is moaning now: “Hmmm, Ahhh, Ohhh.” Now I draw more cock into my mouth, I suck him hard. His prick is magnificent. It is both thick and long. Jay swears now, and begins moving in and out of my lips. My mouth is being fucked, and I love it. Just as I am aware of my breathing being constricted, I feel a massive pulse in his cock, and he shoots his seed in me. The tang of his cum assails my taste buds, and I swallow deep, drawing that nectar into my belly. JAY’S STORY Mrs. K feasted on my cum; she sucked it down and then licked the remainder of the end of my cock. As I pulled my cock free she held it and gently pulled it back to her mouth, and sucked hard for a few seconds more, then gave me just the most killer big smile.

CHAPTER 5
I walked towards the shower. Behind the curtain I could see his young body in silhouette. He was so athletic; being slim but broad-shouldered. He moved sideways, and the horny young guy was sporting a very big erection. Mmmmmmmmm. I returned to my bedroom and idly traced around my clitoris with my fingers. I was getting wet with anticipation now. I heard the shower noise stop, and resisted the temptation to go and dry him myself. After a very long minute, Jay returned to my bedroom. He was dry except for his hair, which looked damp and was sticking up slightly. There was a wonderful fresh scrubbed, clean aroma coming from him. Jay was totally naked; his toned body and long limbs were tanned and beautiful. As he walked towards me, his half-erect cock swayed from side to side; I saw his body’s muscles work easily beneath his skin. His grey-blue eyes met mine and he smiled. He stood in front of me, tall and commanding. I reached up and placed my arms around his neck and we met in a kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouths. He ran his hands up and down my sides, from beneath my arms to my knees. His touch was electric. Then he kneeled and slid my silk panties down and off my feet. He left the suspenders and stockings alone. “Wow,” he said, “you are just so beautiful, Mrs K.” “Well thank-you young man,” I repied, in mock politeness. He called me Mrs K from time to time, instead of Hazel. I just knew he found the age gap between us a turn-on. If he wanted to play up to me being his senior to heighten his thrills, then that’s fine with me. For my part, having sex with such a younger man is both flattering and oh so enjoyable. Maybe I should feel some sense of guilt about it - he is younger than my daughters - but I don’t. I lay back onto my bed with my legs loose over the end. Jay parts my legs wide. He inhales audibly and deeply, and then his warm tongue and mouth dance over the folds of my pussy. Lord, I’m wet and writhing lightly immediately. I run my fingers in his hair as he zones in on my clit. I feel as though I am almost on fire. His strong hands unclip my bra, and then his fingers roll my nipples; which are both hard and sensitive.

CHAPTER 4
When we returned to my house, and Jay had paid the taxi driver, I poured us both a large glass of brandy. We sat on the settee, sipped some, and kissed; then I took Jay’s hand and led him upstairs. Inside my bedroom we fell lightly onto the bed. I was feeling horny; I wanted his hands on me and his cock deep in me. Yet, I wanted somehow to prolong the feeling of expectation, while he, young and eager, was obviously aroused and ready for action, as it were; his penis was straining hard against his trousers, forming a funny, but at the same time sexy, tent shape. Although he was clean and smelt wonderful, I asked Jay to go into my shower, and to “get fresh please young man, before you get sweaty and dirty with me.” Although he looked reluctant, he went. I wanted a few minutes alone. I stripped naked and for once was brave enough to look into my full-length mirror. I felt amazing, desired, and confident. I was glad I was active and exercised regularly. Yes, my big breasts did hang lower than in my youth, and my tummy was gently rounded instead of flat; but I still felt good. Hell, I looked good. I’ve been blessed with good skin, and although I’d no doubt be considered about fifteen to twenty pounds overweight by a body fascist, I was happy with my shape. Above my full hips my sides did curve in to make a long shallow ‘C’ shape up to under my arms, and I have always been proud of my quite long, shapely legs, which were tanned by summers days spent outside in my garden. My bottom is quite large but it is fairly firm. Contrary to fashion, I’ve always kept a very full thick bush above my vagina. I like its look and feel. My late husband Alan loved it, and so does my young lover, Jay. For myself more so than Jay, I slipped on a pair of loose black silk panties; I loved the feel of the silk on my skin, and I put on black suspenders and black stockings. I touched up the make-up on my face and put on more lipstick. I pushed my boobs into a brief black semi-transparent wonder bra. My God, they did look enormous and high like that. My nipples were jutting out hard in anticipation. I grew impatient for Jay to return from the shower; I longed for another ‘Sweet Surrender.’