Mom’s Laptop, Part 6

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It was Katie’s mom’s third time in our house since the COVID outbreak, all in the past week. I called her Jen, short for Jennifer (which is her real name). We had been talking for a half an hour, mostly about recipes and cooking, when she said, “Katie told me you watched your son masturbating.”I made a face, kind of a frown. “She told you that?”“Yes,” Jen said. “Is it true?”“Well… I mean, that’s not something to talk about, is it? Although I guess my question means yes, so, yes, I saw him do that.”We were sitting on the sofa, sun streaming in through the sliding glass doors to the back yard. We were only a couple feet apart, having gotten past the social distancing rules once we’d tacitly figured out that we’d been sharing germs already, by way of our children. Our sixteen-year old children who were probably upstairs fucking at this very moment.“What was it like?” she asked.I thought about it and said, “It was pretty great, actually. He was using my laptop and I walked into the room. He was masturbating and I saw what he was looking at… and he stood up. He kept stroking his… penis… and he came all over the carpet.”“It was great?” Jen asked.“Well, yeah. I knew he masturbated, of course, and I got to see him do it. That’s something I’ve hardly ever seen in real life and it was kind of thrilling. And when he came… he made a mess, but it meant that my little boy was a man, even if a young one.”“What was he looking at?”“Um. He was on Lushstories and, well, he was looking at pictures of me. Ones where I’m not particularly dressed.”“And he saw you and stood up and ejaculated?”“Yes, he did. Well, not exactly. I, uh, showed him my boobs. My god, this sounds so stupid. I’m really a pretty good mom. But yes, he just stroked his cock and he spurted cum onto the floor. I could almost hear the cum shooting out of him.”Jen laughed. “No, it’s not stupid. I think Toby’s a fine boy. And my Katie’s a fine girl. And you’re şişli escort bayan a good mom. You and Toby just got a little closer together than usual. And Katie showed me your Lush profile… very hot! I especially liked the woman licking your pussy at the end of that one bunch of images. And those stories! I’m not sure what I think about you writing about Katie, but it’s out there now and I guess it’s OK. I’m even OK with you and Katie making out. Well, as long as she enjoys it.”I’m sure I blushed. “She is a hottie,” I said. “And speaking of Katie, I understand that you two… “. I let the sentence hang, mainly because I didn’t know where to go with it.“Yeah,” Jen said. “We’ve made love a few times. I’m not even sure how it happened the first time. I was so angry with Katie – and I’m not going to tell you why, so don’t ask. But she deserved to be spanked for the first time in years. She lay on her bed and I spanked her. Hard. A lot of times. And she went from screaming to apparently liking it. I must have spanked her fifty times. And I noticed her panties were wet.”“She peed herself?” I asked.“That’s what I thought, at first. But I pulled off her panties and, well, she was just wet. From being aroused, apparently by all the spanking. I should have just stopped then.”“But… ““But I didn’t. I spanked her a few more times and, well, I put my finger in her wet pussy. I mean, it was right there, begging for attention. We kissed, we did things, we came. I still don’t know why I did it. Being supportive? Feeling lonely? Just horny?”I would have been shocked if I hadn’t done as much and more with Toby (other than the spanking). I inched closer to Jen. I moved so close to Jen that our knees touched. We were both wearing shorts and had our shoes off. I could smell the shampoo in her hair and the light perfume of La Vie Est Belle.“You’re very close,” Jen said, although she didn’t move away.“Well, I was şişli escort bayan thinking, our kids are upstairs and probably having sex… ““And you thought that we…”I didn’t let her finish, but leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. I pulled back just a fraction of an inch and Jen moved her lips forward to touch mine. Our heads pressed together and our mouths opened. No COVID here, I hoped, then lost myself in the taste of her lipstick and the swirl of her tongue. Maybe her mention of that picture of Ashley and me gave me a push, but mostly it was just being close to someone my own age after so long a dry spell. Maybe.I stroked her hair. Kissing Jen was intense, but she backed off a little and we kissed for a while with our lips barely touching. I put a hand on her breast and felt her arch into it. Not needing further encouragement, I undid the top button of her blouse. I needed both hands for her buttons, but I stuck with it and soon had her top completely open. I unclipped her bra and pushed my hands under the cups, feeling her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Hers felt like C cups, the same as mine, except Jen’s were rounder.“Mmmmm, that’s nice,” she said.I started to undo her shorts, but as I reached for the button, I said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”Jen needed little encouragement. We walked quietly down the hallway past Toby’s room, where the door was closed. It was quiet. As soon as I shut the door to my room, we clinched to kiss some more.I pulled off Jen’s blouse and bra, both of which hung loosely on her. She unbuttoned and peeled off my top. And took off my bra. We both hopped toward the bed, shedding our shorts and panties, and flopped on the bedspread. I climbed on top of Jen. It was, after all, my house.Initially, we just kissed and that was great. I kept my weight on my arms and my legs between hers. My boobs brushed her breasts and we kissed like crazy. My hand found mecidiyeköy escort its way down between us and fingered her pussy, which was sopping wet. I moved my finger inside her, then added a second finger and a third. I finger-fucked her slowly, my thumb massaging her clit.I sat back a little, still rubbing her pussy, and Jen reached for my boob, which was hanging down at her. She grabbed it, then eased her thumb along the nipple. She sat up just a bit and sucked at the nipple… this felt delightful! I kept finger-fucking her, enjoying her tongue on me, when I felt a finger playing with my clit. Then her whole hand was moving, stroking me while she kissed my neck, unable to stretch anywhere else.Almost hating to do it, but not really, I slid down and put my head between Jen’s thighs. She spread her legs further apart as we both went for her clit. My tongue won, though, and I began to kiss her pussy. I licked her labia, licked her hole. Jen just lay back, her hands on her breasts, enjoying herself. I thrust my tongue into her pussy and she arched her back. My tongue flicked back and forth over her clit… I sucked it a little less gently.She reached out with her left hand and our fingers entwined, our hands on her thigh. I licked her clit as thoroughly as I could. My tongue pressed against it, did circles around it, fluttered such that I just barely touched her.“More tongue,” she said. She sat up, looking at me when she said it, smiled, touched my hair, and fell back.I’d been doing this for about fifteen minutes, I think. My tongue continued to tease her, please her, now doing pretty much the same thing all the time, licking her clit up and down. I inserted two fingers, one at a time, into her pussy, and I curled them. I finger-fucked her while I lapped her clit and she seemed to enjoy it. Her thighs began to close up against my head. She brought herself up in a sort of crunch and she watched me licking her… I doubt she could see my fingers inside her. She smiled at me, her eyes looking over my shoulder. I saw how red her face and neck and upper chest had become. Jen almost sat up, her tummy heaving, as she looked at me and my adventurous tongue.

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