“I can’t,” I blurted out. She took a step forward and we fell backward on the couch. She was on top of me, ki**ing me, and I knew I was going to lose any moral battle within minutes. “Please,” I said, and she stopped.
Susan sat up next to me, and I propped myself up. She paused, looking at me pensively. “You really care about her, don’t you?”
I nodded, and she looked at me without saying a word. “Then I want to apologize for coming on to you. I can’t compete with an eighteen-year-old for your attention.”
“It’s not like that,” I said. Man, these women had a real competitive streak with each other.
“I care about Amy and I don’t want to hurt her. It’s not, well, it’s not you.” I said.
“I shouldn’t be walking around here naked,” she said. “It’s just that, well I hadn’t been with a man since Amy’s father died. And before that, well let’s just say I never went long without being satisfied”.
But when Warren, Amy’s father, passed away, I thought I would be done with s*x forever. But I need it, it’s been too long,” she said. I stood up, and she looked at me expectantly, and I said, “stick your as in the air and I’ll get you off one last time, but this is it.”
She grinned, and got on her knees, sticking her a** in the air and wiggling it slowly. I began fingering her, her pu**y as it accepted my fingers readily.
“Oh, oh!” she cried out, coming hard, her body shuddering as I fingered her pu**y and rubbed her cl*t. I kept going, keeping the rhythm through her orgasm, until she came . Now she was crying out loudly, moaning, as I rubbed her faster and faster.
Susan came a second time and fell forward on the couch. Her pu**y was red and swollen, her l*bia partially open from arousal. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, “let me suck your d*ck, just this once.”
I hesitated, but she asked again, “whip it out and let me suck it.
I want your c*m on my face, on my tits.”
I buckled, and she sat up and unzipped my shorts. They fell to the floor, and she took me into her mouth without ceremony. I fought off any guilty feelings about Amy as her mother sucked me. She cupped her own br**sts and she sucked, her moaning driving me wild.
Her hair flipped back and forth as she sucked me in an almost violent fashion.
“I’m gonna come,” I said suddenly, and she took me out of her mouth and stroked furiously. I erupted with a powerful orgasm, sending jets of hot semen across her face and br**sts.
I kept coming on her face until I was completely spent. I was still hard, though, but quickly moved away and pulled up my shorts before she got any ideas.
She lay back on the couch, splattered with semen, content and drowsy.
“You’d better get to work,” she said lazily
“You’d better clean up,” I said, eyeing her cum-covered body. She laughed, getting up and walking slowly up the stairs.
Amy arrived an hour later, but even before that I felt guilty. I had made up my mind to tell her the truth. It meant losing my girlfriend and my first job in one shot.