Madam’s crazy notebook – 5



Having shed my own clothing by now, I knelt down between her legs as she opened them widely in order to receive me. I again kissed her, my hands quickly locating her slightly fuller breasts as I held them, feeling the hardness of her extended nipples filling my hands.

“Have these gotten a bit bigger?” I asked, still molding them together. She giggled pleasurably as I did so.

“Maybe, a little anyway,” she sighed as I took each of them together into my mouth, sucking them jointly. Something I wouldn’t have been able to do when I had seen her last.

“Not just a little,” I added, still mouthing the two of them. “A lot! And they look as beautiful as ever, if not more so,” I said; now feeling her hand as it wrapped itself around the length of my shaft. She began rubbing her slit up and down with it, teasing herself as I continued sucking her breasts. I could feel the moisture of her pussy collecting, smearing my shaft as she continued masturbating herself with my cock.

“Please George, fuck me,” She half begged once again. I made no effort to spear her with my shaft however, now looking down as she held it.

“Put it in,” I told her, still looking. “Just like you did the first time, put it inside your pussy for me, let me feel you slip it inside yourself.” She now did so, her hand finally releasing it as I felt the head slip inside, her lips swallowing it like a hungry mouth. Her hands now coming up to dig into the backside of my own ass,

and then almost identically as she had done before, she lurched forwards, her cunt engulfing me in one fell swoop. This time at least, she was no longer a virgin, so there was no searing stab of pain, just pure unadulterated pleasure for each of us as her slick, yet tight wet pussy gobbled me inside her.

“Oh yes George yes! Fuck me, fuck my cunt…fuck my pussy, fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!”

It wasn’t without a great deal of effort that I somehow managed to control myself from spilling my seed inside her prematurely as good as her pussy felt. Minutes later she climaxed, still digging her fingernails into my ass, nearly causing me to release when she did. As though sensing my own impending orgasm, she merely said, “Go ahead George…squirt inside me, I’m safe.” Upon hearing that, I began doing so, feeling the incredible release as I began spurting inside her, filling her pussy to overflowing with my pent up release.

We lay for some time together merely holding one another, the sounds of the storm well off in the distance, even the rain no longer coming down in buckets though it continued to drizzle.

“We should probably go back before mom really does come looking for us,” she told me.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, and even though they do know what we’re doing out here, I’m not sure we should flaunt it in front of them either.” Mia laughed at that however, answering me back.

“Oh, you might be surprised at that too,” she told me, and then seriously added looking into my eyes. “You do know, they are also lovers now too, yes?”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve known that myself for a while now,” I said, surprising her a little as she nodded her head in response.

“How do you feel about that?” She asked. “Does it bother you any?”

“No…does it bother you?”

She smiled by way of an answer. “At first…but no longer,” she told me.

“What made you change your mind about that? About me?” I now asked. But she again headed me off.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk about all that tomorrow George. Like I said, there’s a few other things you now need to hear and know since you left. But I’m not sure I’ve screwed up enough courage to do that yet. So at least give me tonight in order to do so.”

“Ok,” I said simply, and then helped her to stand as she slipped back into her raincoat, as I did. And then together hand in hand as we once did so very long ago, we walked back in the direction of the main house just as the lights came back on again.

**

Once we got back, we sat up talking long into the night, catching up on simple things, most of which was about Mia’s time at school, and some of my own experiences overseas, though I noticed when doing that, Mia’s frown had returned, so I left off in saying too much, more content to hear about her life. Now late, we finally decided to turn in, though I had caught more than one fleeting glance in my direction as we all prepared to retire to bed. I actually half expected Mia to invite me to her room, though she didn’t, then expecting her to perhaps sneak down to my own room later on, which again…she didn’t.

Though mom did.

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