Who would have considered – 2

“It was pretty naughty to be honest with you, looking back on it now. At first, I couldn’t quite figure out what you were really doing. I thought initially, peeing…or starting to, before getting into the shower. You were standing over the bowl, just like you might if you were trying to ensure that you weren’t going to pee on the floor.

Except for the fact, you had one hand on the wall in front of you, your legs were bent slightly at the knee, your other hand obviously moving, up and down…stroking your cock, aiming it towards the bowl. Your head was tilted back slightly, your eyes were closed. You were jerking off.”

I clearly recalled it now, remembering. “And then what?”

“I just stood there watching you, growing horny as hell, though I didn’t dare do anything about it just then, and besides, you were already close. I could tell by the way you suddenly slowed down, now looking down, expectantly, watching yourself, watching your sperm suddenly start shooting out of your cock, into the bowl. I imagined it was me you were squirting it on…”

“I was imagining that too!” I told her. Because I had been.

“Well, you don’t have to imagine it anymore,” she told me. “Now, come over here, and squirt all over mommies tits!”

Watching her play with her boobs, me standing there in front of her, jacking myself off was hot as hell. Especially when she shared with me how she’d later on gone into the bathroom herself, stepped into the shower, and then masturbated herself…while thinking of me doing what I did. She’d even hoped to find some small remnant, some trace of my ejaculation, though unfortunately, there hadn’t been one. Moments later, I was gushing all over her, squirting all over her tits in thick copious spurts that saturated both breasts, and then some. “Fucking A!” I announced, no longer worried about using the “F” word in front of her. After all…

And then she lifted one breast up, large enough, pliable enough to do so, and began licking my cream off it, cleaning it up herself. Had I been able to, I’d have come again, adding more to it…it was that fucking hot!

And then she peeled her pants off, and began masturbating for me. “Wanna watch?”

“Are you kidding? Hell yes!”

“It’s apt to get pretty messy here in a moment.”

“Oh, and like mine wasn’t?”

“Good point,” she laughed. And then said, looking me straight in the face as she said it. “Where would you like it?”

Who’d have thought?

**

After we had cleaned up the mess we’d both made, I took her hand as she led me back up the stairs to her room.

“Think you can fuck me?” she asked, then answered her own question, looking back and down at me. I was already starting to get hard again. “Never mind…foolish of me to ask. But…how would you like to do it this time?”

“Any position?”

“Just name it, however, and wherever you want to.”

I was joking around, sort of. “Can I…fuck you in the ass?”

She nearly stumbled on the stairs hearing that one, stopped turning towards me. “Even…Jack,” she paused, saying his name instead of anything else, “Never did that to me,” she stated. “Why don’t we stick to the basics here at first, give me a while to think about that one,” she now added, telling me as she did…the thought of it wasn’t entirely out of the question, not just yet anyway.

“I was only teasing,” I answered back.

“Ah huh…and what else wouldn’t your idiotic wife do for you?”

“Well…for one, she never did give me a decent blowjob either!”

That one stopped her at the top of the stairs. “Never? I mean…you’ve never come in a woman’s mouth?”

“Nope!”