After having gone reluctantly as my mother's companion to the wedding of a cousin I barely remembered, it turned out that this evening was going to be the entrance to sex with my mother's circle of friends, all of them mature women well-preserved through gym and UV rays, mostly separated and willing to extract the maximum vitality they still had ahead, living new experiences intensely and above all, feeling still desired by masculine sex.
It's true that my mother's friends always gave me a certain morbo, although it's true that at 19 years old sexual desire was part of my daily life and although fortunately my physical appearance helped me find ways to satisfy this desire, the idea of having an experience with one of them had caused more than one masturbation.
How little I suspected that I was so close to getting what I desired so much, but in order not to anticipate events; I'll relate the facts from the beginning. I entered the chalet where the wedding banquet was being held and found Mónica, the only friend of my mother who happened to be also invited to the wedding.
By her stumbling gait and excessive joy, I realized she had had a few too many drinks; according to her explanation, she had been invited because her company was a supplier of the father of the groom's company and she didn't know anyone at the celebration except for my mother, who had disappeared after the banquet. At this point, the image of my mother surrounding the back of the guy getting screwed in the parking lot came to mind and my heat reminded me that my first objective was to get rid of this tremendous erection that my pants were barely hiding.
I tried to get rid of it with a friendly phrase, but Mónica wasn't having it, so she grabbed my arm and commented that now that she had found someone known, she... It seemed to want to dance, since the orchestra seemed good and I had not been able to yet open the dance floor without a partner, although it was clear that the bar had enjoyed it. You won't have lacked offers I said politely and it's because Mónica was really beautiful that night, she had 42 well-carried years and rounded forms that were seen quite worked on. For that night she had put on a halter-neck dress that tied behind the neck, with a neckline that disappeared into the depths of her freckled canal leaving clear the contour of her round and large breasts. The tight skirt fitted to her hips, perfectly guessing the silhouette of her big but firm buttocks, trying to burst the fine fabric. On both sides of the skirt, two openings showed the beginning of rounded thighs, leaving the rest to imagination. She laughed at the gallantry and said: true, but I was waiting for the opportunity to dance with the most handsome boy at the party, a comment that made me blush. When we got to the dance floor, the orchestra began to play a slow song, so Mónica and I prepared to dance together, I don't know if it was due to the alcohol or because I perceived it that way due to my state, the case is that I felt her grabbing me strongly, almost with need, moving in time to the music and rubbing her body against mine. From my position, being slightly taller than she, I had a privileged view of her neckline and this combined with her proximity and movements had provoked a kind of rebellion in my penis, which not only was going to burst the boxer shorts but was already struggling to emerge above the pants. In this state it was impossible for her not to be feeling my erection... Soon I realized that she wasn't just feeling it, but enjoying it, since in one of the dance movements, her crotch came into contact with my cock, place from where he didn't move until the musical piece ended, which I greatly appreciated, since his smooth movements up and down had put me right on the edge of ejaculation, something that would have been quite embarrassing in the middle of a wedding.
After the dance, Mónica told me with a nervous giggle that she needed to go to the bathroom, so I offered to accompany her, partly to make sure she got there safely and partly to get myself this masturbation that I urgently needed at last.
When we arrived at the bathrooms, we found an enormous Booty in the women's bathroom, as is usually the case. It was actually those portable cabins my uncle had installed in his country house garden, next to the tent he had set up for the banquet and dance. I told Mónica that the day before my uncle had shown us around the house to my mother and me, and that she could probably tell her where the restrooms were inside the living room, as there wouldn't be anyone there since everyone would be at the celebration.
We entered the living room through the kitchen door, where the employees of the catering company that had served the food were collecting the last utensils. They didn't seem surprised to see two guests cross the kitchen, so we headed towards the interior of the house without any obstacles.
When we arrived at the bathroom, Mónica asked if it was okay for me to wait in the doorway, as she was afraid of getting lost on the way back and also wanted to keep an eye out in case someone came; so I stayed in the hallway while she went into the bathroom, at one point I turned my head and saw her through the slightly open door leaning over the sink, wetting her neck and cleavage with her hand. to refresh myself a bit since I was ready to go for everything that moved. The memory of this conversation made me enter the bathroom and position myself behind her, which startled her, so I said shh, don't move, I think I've heard footsteps, while putting my hand on her back; she remained reclined without moving as I approached that appetizing ass offered to me just at the height of my package; when feeling the contact Mónica didn't move away began to move her rear smoothly up and down, imprisoning my stake between her buttocks. That was the kind of signal I was waiting for to launch myself definitively, so I stuck to her grabbing her powerful breasts while rubbing my cock against her ass watching in the mirror as her face adopted an expression of pure vice; I put my hand between our bodies until I reached the zipper of her skirt, which I lowered at the same time as her panties, searching for my cock with her hole, she kicked away the clothes that had gotten tangled around her ankles, allowing her to open her legs more to facilitate my search... From a push of hips I accessed her humid slit introducing her with a blow the 22 cm of my cock, which caused her to let out a moan of pleasure accompanied by movements forward and back getting stronger. Without letting go of her breasts I tried to respond as best I could to her thrusts but it was impossible to avoid filling her interior with large jets of semen. The image in the mirror of Mónica with her bouncing breasts outside the neckline, her expression of slut in heat being taken from behind by me, and above all the frenzy of her movements caused my cock to remain stiff like a flagpole until the tremors and moans of Mónica indicated that I had reached orgasm. Actively withdrew my cock from her pussy and extending my hand grabbed some liquid soap from the sink with which I lubricated penis and I prepared to insert it through the hole. Mónica noticed my attempt, and initially refused, I caressed her bum with soap, put in one finger, then two, it went in and out, she didn't complain, just waited, it wouldn't be her first time, with my fingers I managed to enlarge her sphincter enough, took the head of my penis and rubbed it on her bum, she remained silent, I buried myself slowly, little by little, Mónica asked me to go slow, let her anus get used to it... Put a bit more soap on the cock's body and put it all in, she let out a startle, then I realized it was true, that bum had the perfect mileage, I was grateful and started pumping, took her breasts and gave it harder each time, with one hand I started masturbating her, she twisted with pleasure, seemed like she already had reserves as she bathed my balls in her juices several times, she screamed, moaned, began to tremble, my penis went crazy and the creamy tide rose from my testicles, filled her well, that fabulous bum, while she looked at me with eyes full of morbo... We finished both, we got dressed, I had no intention of letting a woman like this get away, asked for her number, gave her mine, we agreed to meet again...
It's true that my mother's friends always gave me a certain morbo, although it's true that at 19 years old sexual desire was part of my daily life and although fortunately my physical appearance helped me find ways to satisfy this desire, the idea of having an experience with one of them had caused more than one masturbation.
How little I suspected that I was so close to getting what I desired so much, but in order not to anticipate events; I'll relate the facts from the beginning. I entered the chalet where the wedding banquet was being held and found Mónica, the only friend of my mother who happened to be also invited to the wedding.
By her stumbling gait and excessive joy, I realized she had had a few too many drinks; according to her explanation, she had been invited because her company was a supplier of the father of the groom's company and she didn't know anyone at the celebration except for my mother, who had disappeared after the banquet. At this point, the image of my mother surrounding the back of the guy getting screwed in the parking lot came to mind and my heat reminded me that my first objective was to get rid of this tremendous erection that my pants were barely hiding.
I tried to get rid of it with a friendly phrase, but Mónica wasn't having it, so she grabbed my arm and commented that now that she had found someone known, she... It seemed to want to dance, since the orchestra seemed good and I had not been able to yet open the dance floor without a partner, although it was clear that the bar had enjoyed it. You won't have lacked offers I said politely and it's because Mónica was really beautiful that night, she had 42 well-carried years and rounded forms that were seen quite worked on. For that night she had put on a halter-neck dress that tied behind the neck, with a neckline that disappeared into the depths of her freckled canal leaving clear the contour of her round and large breasts. The tight skirt fitted to her hips, perfectly guessing the silhouette of her big but firm buttocks, trying to burst the fine fabric. On both sides of the skirt, two openings showed the beginning of rounded thighs, leaving the rest to imagination. She laughed at the gallantry and said: true, but I was waiting for the opportunity to dance with the most handsome boy at the party, a comment that made me blush. When we got to the dance floor, the orchestra began to play a slow song, so Mónica and I prepared to dance together, I don't know if it was due to the alcohol or because I perceived it that way due to my state, the case is that I felt her grabbing me strongly, almost with need, moving in time to the music and rubbing her body against mine. From my position, being slightly taller than she, I had a privileged view of her neckline and this combined with her proximity and movements had provoked a kind of rebellion in my penis, which not only was going to burst the boxer shorts but was already struggling to emerge above the pants. In this state it was impossible for her not to be feeling my erection... Soon I realized that she wasn't just feeling it, but enjoying it, since in one of the dance movements, her crotch came into contact with my cock, place from where he didn't move until the musical piece ended, which I greatly appreciated, since his smooth movements up and down had put me right on the edge of ejaculation, something that would have been quite embarrassing in the middle of a wedding.
After the dance, Mónica told me with a nervous giggle that she needed to go to the bathroom, so I offered to accompany her, partly to make sure she got there safely and partly to get myself this masturbation that I urgently needed at last.
When we arrived at the bathrooms, we found an enormous Booty in the women's bathroom, as is usually the case. It was actually those portable cabins my uncle had installed in his country house garden, next to the tent he had set up for the banquet and dance. I told Mónica that the day before my uncle had shown us around the house to my mother and me, and that she could probably tell her where the restrooms were inside the living room, as there wouldn't be anyone there since everyone would be at the celebration.
We entered the living room through the kitchen door, where the employees of the catering company that had served the food were collecting the last utensils. They didn't seem surprised to see two guests cross the kitchen, so we headed towards the interior of the house without any obstacles.
When we arrived at the bathroom, Mónica asked if it was okay for me to wait in the doorway, as she was afraid of getting lost on the way back and also wanted to keep an eye out in case someone came; so I stayed in the hallway while she went into the bathroom, at one point I turned my head and saw her through the slightly open door leaning over the sink, wetting her neck and cleavage with her hand. to refresh myself a bit since I was ready to go for everything that moved. The memory of this conversation made me enter the bathroom and position myself behind her, which startled her, so I said shh, don't move, I think I've heard footsteps, while putting my hand on her back; she remained reclined without moving as I approached that appetizing ass offered to me just at the height of my package; when feeling the contact Mónica didn't move away began to move her rear smoothly up and down, imprisoning my stake between her buttocks. That was the kind of signal I was waiting for to launch myself definitively, so I stuck to her grabbing her powerful breasts while rubbing my cock against her ass watching in the mirror as her face adopted an expression of pure vice; I put my hand between our bodies until I reached the zipper of her skirt, which I lowered at the same time as her panties, searching for my cock with her hole, she kicked away the clothes that had gotten tangled around her ankles, allowing her to open her legs more to facilitate my search... From a push of hips I accessed her humid slit introducing her with a blow the 22 cm of my cock, which caused her to let out a moan of pleasure accompanied by movements forward and back getting stronger. Without letting go of her breasts I tried to respond as best I could to her thrusts but it was impossible to avoid filling her interior with large jets of semen. The image in the mirror of Mónica with her bouncing breasts outside the neckline, her expression of slut in heat being taken from behind by me, and above all the frenzy of her movements caused my cock to remain stiff like a flagpole until the tremors and moans of Mónica indicated that I had reached orgasm. Actively withdrew my cock from her pussy and extending my hand grabbed some liquid soap from the sink with which I lubricated penis and I prepared to insert it through the hole. Mónica noticed my attempt, and initially refused, I caressed her bum with soap, put in one finger, then two, it went in and out, she didn't complain, just waited, it wouldn't be her first time, with my fingers I managed to enlarge her sphincter enough, took the head of my penis and rubbed it on her bum, she remained silent, I buried myself slowly, little by little, Mónica asked me to go slow, let her anus get used to it... Put a bit more soap on the cock's body and put it all in, she let out a startle, then I realized it was true, that bum had the perfect mileage, I was grateful and started pumping, took her breasts and gave it harder each time, with one hand I started masturbating her, she twisted with pleasure, seemed like she already had reserves as she bathed my balls in her juices several times, she screamed, moaned, began to tremble, my penis went crazy and the creamy tide rose from my testicles, filled her well, that fabulous bum, while she looked at me with eyes full of morbo... We finished both, we got dressed, I had no intention of letting a woman like this get away, asked for her number, gave her mine, we agreed to meet again...
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