[Ajaysaha]

Mother :- Ramya krishna
Daudhter :- Kajal agarwal

[psycho12]

Pragathi in mother role and Pooja hegde as daughter

[King1996]

Mother:- Sneha
Daughter:- Rakul Preet Singh

[Delhidevil2021]

Kareena and Sara Ali khan

Excellent choice....Real time situation

[Kallu]

Kareena and Sara Ali Khan would be perfect

[hkadys]

Ramya  Sneha Meena or radhika ( Mom)

Daughter ( Trisha, Nayan or keerthi)

[Sanjeevkc0001]

mom :ramaya
daughter :keerthin

[Crushed_Burned]

Raveena tandon and kajal agarwal

[dhinesh13]

Mother : MEENA
Daughter : AMMU ABIRAMI

[Smad1979]

Kareena and Sara Ali Khan is perfect. Another pairing could be Kareena and Shraddha Kapoor too. Both have plenty of high quality fakes on the internet. Both are also pretty flexible in the roles they can perform

[kamapriyan1]

Meena as mom
Nivetha Thomas as daughter

[sanjaysara]

Meena for mom role and kajal, Regina or Malavika mohanan for daughter role

[Hissionere1965]

Kareena and Sara Ali Khan is perfect. Another pairing could be Kareena and Shraddha Kapoor too. Both have plenty of high quality fakes on the internet. Both are also pretty flexible in the roles they can perform

Kareena and Shraddha sound delicious. Please consider this!

[Krishan202]

As graduation day approached, I was one of the fortunate students to have a full-time job waiting for me at a real estate development company I had interned with for two summers. Even better, I didn't have to start work until the Tuesday after Memorial Day, and that would leave me a week of doing nothing but sleeping in and catching up on sleep I had lost over the past four years. It really didn't matter whether I'd lost sleep due to studying or attending an all-night beer-pong party, I needed to sleep about 14 hours a day for a while to catch up.


My mom and dad had recently retired and were travelling quite a bit, so living at home right after graduation would allow me to save up some cash and, as an only child, have the house to myself. My dad, retired from a career as the chief , and my mom from a lucrative career in commercial real estate leasing, did quite well for themselves and our home was perched on a hillside overlooking the city. They had a huge patio area, complete with swimming pool, hot tub, and built-in cabana style bar, that cantilevered out over the edge of hill and provided a spectacular view of the city.

After graduating on a Saturday, it was the setting on my parent's home where they hosted a party to celebrate with friends and family on Sunday afternoon and evening. It was a  party complete with dancers, music, and drinks with little umbrellas. New friends, old friends, family and a whole host of my parents' friends partied the night away; including the Mayor and his lovely MILF wife who always managed to drink too much and say some funny shit she probably shouldn't say.



The next morning, I was snoring away in a fog when I thought I dreamt someone was tapping on my bedroom door. It had to be a dream, there was no way in hell someone would wake me up at all on the morning after my graduation party. The dream continued and became very real when I felt a light shaking, looked up out of one partially-opened, hangover laiden eye, and saw my mom standing next to my bed.

" You need to get up," she said gently.

After making some incoherent mumbling sounds, I finally was able to peel apart my alcohol-parched lips and say, "Why, is the house burning down?"

"No silly. It is 9am and you promised Trisha you'd be over to their place by 10."

Trisha was the wife of Mayor; the current Mayor of our city. I had no idea what my mom was talking about, but there was no way in hell I was going over there that early in the morning; I doubt very much Trisha was in any better shape than I was given how much she had to drink the night before.

"What are you talking about, Mom?" I asked with an angry voice.

"Don't get all bent out of shape with me! You told the Mayor & Trisha you'd gladly help them with some work today for which they'd gladly pay you. In fact, your exact words were 'Sure. I'll see you at 10. The extra cash will really help until I start my job.'"



"Oh shit. Okay. I have some foggy recollection of that." I rolled over, buried my head in my pillow and blew off a litany of swear words aimed at myself for my own stupidity. I finally dragged myself out of bed, stumbled into some shorts and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs. I love my mom; she greeted me with an extra-large cup of morning joe and a peanut butter and jelly breakfast sandwich.

"Here you go, BJ. Don't let Trisha drive you crazy with her non-stop gossip."

"Whatever. At least I'll pick up a little cash. Those people have money, so I am hoping they pay me well."

As I drove over to her home, helped by the sudden onboarding of caffeine, my hangover cleared enough for me to think it wouldn't be a bad day to catch a few glimpses of Trisha. She was well-known around town as being heavily involved in many high-profile non-profit organizations and community groups. However, amongst the younger male crowd, she was most famous for being arguably the hottest MILF in the city. The Cole's never had children so her body didn't suffer the consequences. Trisha is not skinny, but carrying a healthy chunk that is topped off by tits in the B range; if I was in a betting pool I'd say 33b.

As I pulled up to the driveway entrance of their lavish home (some would say mansion) I pushed the button on the call box at the gate. A pleasant female voice answered, "Hello, Brian is that you?" Brian J is my real name, but no one who really knows me calls me anything but BJ (a nickname that was quite valuable growing up I might add).

"Yes. It's BJ. I'm here at the gate."



"Okay, drive up to the garage at the side of the house and I'll have someone meet you out there."

I drove through the U-shaped driveway, past their beautiful home, and pulled up outside a 4-car garage. One of the garage doors started opening and out walked woman. She showed me into the house, offered me a bottle of water, which I gladly took (still dehydrated from drinking the night before) and then walked me out to a pool house in the backyard. Keeping in mind the fantastic yard at my parents I grew up with, this place was right out of a magazine. Large pool with natural waterfalls in a garden setting, a hot tub, and a few king-sized cabanas. There was no other furniture or pads on the cabanas and I quickly found out that my first job was to empty out the stuff from the expansive pool house to get the yard ready for a summer of parties.

As I cleared out the pool house, I realized it had a steam room, a dry sauna, a bedroom, bathroom, small kitchen, and even a little bar that had a service window opening out to the pool deck. Hell, this place was like its own little house. "What a great place to grow up. Think of all the chicks I could've brought back here," I thought to myself.

Once I was done, I refilled my water bottle from the refrigerator water-dispenser and sat down on a comfy chair in the pool house. A few minutes later, the same woman who greeted me, came waddling back to the pool house. She inspected my work and then asked me if I wanted a sandwich. I gladly accepted and she brought me some more cold water, a sandwich, and some chips. The pool deck was the perfect place to relax and enjoy lunch. However, still no sign of Trisha and that was supposed to be one of the perks of agreeing to work here.

Once I finished work, the woman returned again and led me back into the garage. After opening two of the doors, she had me back out a large, black Mercedes sedan and a white, Cadillac Escalade SUV; what a fucking nice ride the Caddy was. A staircase leading to a large attic lowered out of the ceiling and I could tell my next assignment wasn't going to be as fun as the last.

Leading me to what seemed like a large office just inside the home, I was shown stacks of boxes of books; enough to fill a college library. And, you guessed it, they had to go up into the attic. Books, not the lightest of cargo, have got to be the worst thing to carry up flimsy stairs and into the attic. At 6' 2" and 200 pounds, while the weight wasn't the biggest issue, squatting in the attic, carrying heavy boxes, made this seem like punishment.

As I begrudgingly started moving the boxes, I realized that maybe I was being punished by this woman; my task master. I couldn't figure out why the first couple hours of the day, when it was still reasonably cool, I worked outside and now, as the heat of the day increased, I was working in and out of an attic that felt like it was 120 degrees. And, still no sign of "Trisha."

As I was chugging down one of my many cold bottles of water, in between hoisting boxes, I saw my task master walk out to her car and drive away for the day. I guessed this was my last job of the day and set out to finish. I grabbed my last box and headed up the stairs. As I came down out of the attic, satisfied I didn't need to go to the gym for a few days, the door opened to the house and out walked Trisha, finally. And boy was it worth the wait.

She was wearing a short skirt and a cleavage-revealing, scoop neck t-shirt that was so tight it looked painted on her gigantic tits. She was amazingly beautiful. She gave a little laugh and said, "Look at you, Brian. You're a mess. You've obviously worked very hard."



Glancing down at myself, I realized I had picked up my share of cobwebs in the attic and my shirt was completely soaked through with sweat. What hair I had was tossed all around and equally covered in cobwebs. "Hi, Trisha. Yes, that was quite a task. But, I'm all done and it was a great workout."

"Thank you so much. My lazy husband couldn't have moved one of those stupid boxes. Come here. Follow me inside." I gladly followed her plump little ass and swaying hips into the house and down the hallway into their spacious kitchen. I was pleased to accept an ice cold beer from the fridge and sat down at their bar.

We chatted a little bit and then she asked, "Hey, do you need to run off right away?"

"Well, no, why, Trisha?"


" Trisha. please call me BJ. No one that really knows me calls me Brian."

"BJ? I'll bet that nickname was popular with the girls, huh?"

"Um, uh, yes," I said awkwardly laughing.

"Anyway BJ, I just got a call from a place downtown and a new chair I ordered is in. Could you go with me in my car to pick it up and bring it back? I'll pay you extra."

"Oh, you don't have to pay me extra. I'd be glad to help."

"That is very sweet. Here, follow me. Let's get you a clean, dry shirt before we go" We went up the stairs and down a long hallway and into their bedroom. I was nervous. She went into a large walk-in closet and came out with a t-shirt. "Here, take your shirt off," she said as she walked away into the bathroom.



I pulled off my wet t-shirt just as she came back with a small bath towel. She walked right up to me and started wiping the sweat off my bare chest. "What the fuck? I am standing, without a shirt on, in the Mayor's bedroom, and his wife is wiping the sweat off my chest with a towel," I thought to myself.

"Wow, no wonder you handled those boxes so well. You're in amazing shape," she commented.

"Thank you. I try," I said.

As soon as she declared me clean enough for the new shirt, I put it on and we headed back downstairs. I was still lost in the feeling that this hot MILF had just wiped me down. Fortunately, during that whole episode, my cock didn't bulge out too far.

She grabbed a red plastic cup off the counter, tossed me the keys and said, "Do you mind driving? I hate driving our SUV. It is too fucking big. Not to mention, if you drive I can have a cocktail."

"Sure," I gladly accepted! If only my friends could see me now. Fresh off being half-naked in the Mayor's bedroom with his hot wife, I was driving her around town in her bad ass SUV while she, illegally, sipped on a margarita.

We chatted about college and my upcoming job and then she asked me, "So, BJ, what do people around town think of me?"

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't been around much so, I've never really heard anyone say anything," I said dodging the fact that I knew most women couldn't stand her.

"Okay. Fair enough. What do guys your age think of me," she asked, increasing my anxiety?

"Um, well. We think you're pretty cool. I mean, you're the Mayor's wife."

"I don't want to only be the Mayor's wife."

"Oh yeah, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you help a lot of people and do a lot of great things, too," I said in fine recovery.

There was silence for a little while and I noticed she was kind of studying me quietly. "Do guys think I'm hot?"



Fortunately, I did not jerk the car off the road and crash it. My heart was beating fast enough that I certainly could have. "Um, well, I guess I never really thought about it, but yes, I think people think you're a good looking woman."

"What about you? Do you think I'm hot?"

The sweat returned to my head as bad as it poured out when I was in the hot attic. I couldn't figure out if this was some kind of trap conversation I'd gotten myself into or what. I was panicked and trying desperately not to show it. Finally, before I passed out from anxiety, I heard my voice, almost like an out of body experience blurt out, "Hell yes! I think you're very hot."

"Wow. That is really nice to hear coming from such a handsome, well-built, young man like you. I do my best to stay in shape." She turned her head to glance at herself in the mirror on the sun visor and said, "Turn right at the next street. The place is right there."

We arrived at the furniture place without any further conversation. We loaded up the chair hopped back in the Escalade and headed back to her house. The conversation on the way home was about the chair and why she loved this particular antique. I asked as many questions as I could think of in hopes to stay away from more conversation like on the way to the store and I was thankfully successful.

I carried the chair into her living room and placed it in the spot she'd carefully thought through. She offered me another beer, so I took my place at the bar on a stool and chatted with her; trying hard not to stare into her ample cleavage. I flexed my neck to both sides, a habit I have when my neck is stiff or sore, and that prompted her to ask, "Are you sore from all the work I had you do?"

"Oh, just a little stiffness in my neck," I said.

Before I knew it, she had come around the counter and was standing behind me and started massaging my neck and shoulders. As she rubbed my back, she would lean in and brush her breasts against my back. I was sure she was doing it on purpose, but I wasn't about to move. After about 5 minutes, and a hard on beginning to push out my shorts, she stopped, came around the counter and said, "Did that help?"



"Yes, yes. That felt great," I said as I flexed my neck some more. I sipped my beer, glanced up and noticed her nipples were popping out of her shirt. Clearly she enjoyed giving me the massage as much as I enjoyed getting it.

"Listen, I'll bet you're hungry. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

"Oh wow, dinner with the Mayor and his wife. That would be fun, but my parents are catching a red eye tonight and I said I'd grab dinner with them and drop them off at the airport."

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"Bummer," she said trying to sound younger than she was, "The Mayor left early this morning for a business trip and I was hoping to have you stick around. Rain check?"

"Of course. That would be great."

I finished my beer, thanked her again, accepted the payment she had for me. Even better, she gave me an extended, tight hug; her huge tits smashed into my chest. I walked carefully out to my car, trying to hide the signs of my erection, and headed home. On my way home, I replayed the latter part of the day. I was toweled off, shirtless, in the Mayor's bedroom. I told the Mayor's wife I thought she was hot. She rubbed her tits on my back, hardening her nipples, and I got an offer to stay for dinner that seemed like it might have included more than dinner.



I got home, walked in the door, and was greeted by my mom who was shuffling her suitcase across the floor. "Hey BJ. You're finally home. We were wondering if you forgot. Did you work this whole time at the mayor's?"

"Yes. She had a lot for me to do, but she paid me well."

"Was Trisha friendly?"

"Uh yes. I mean, I mostly dealt with the woman that works around their house."

"Did she dress to kill?" my dad said laughing as he came into the room.

"What? I didn't even notice," I said, winking at my dad without my mom seeing me.

"Okay, okay. Come on you two. We need to go," my mom ordered.

We grabbed a quick dinner and I dropped them off at the departures curb about 8pm. As I was getting back into the car, my mom kissed me goodbye and said, "Have fun while we're gone. Enjoy yourself for the week. Real life starts soon."

"Okay, mom. I'll do my best."

On my way home, I stopped at a little bar near our house to catch a few innings of the cricket game and spend a little of my hard earned cash on a nice drink or two. As I sipped on my cocktail, Tanqueray and tonic, the young woman a few seats down started looking better and better. She was a thin woman with long, straight, black hair. She have any real figure to speak of, but I was feeling the drinks and still a little horny from the interaction with Trisha early that day. I caught her attention, smiled, and said hello.

"Hi, I'm BJ. And your name?" I asked.

"Shriya Sharma. Nice to meet you BJ."



She was happy to strike up a surface conversation, so I slid down a few stools and chatted with her. She was cute enough and it wasn't like I had any other prospects to hook up with. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with an incoming call and she excused herself outside to take the call. While she was out, I grabbed a pen from the bartender and wrote my number on a napkin; thinking it might come in handy. When she returned, she apologized for having to run off; she had to help a friend who was caught up in some kind of ex-boyfriend drama. As she got up to leave, I thought "what the hell" and said, "Hey, here's my number if you ever want to continue our conversation."

"Thank you. I'd like that," she said as she happily took my number and headed out.

"I guess you struck out," said the bartender.

"Yeah, for now," I laughed. I finished my drinks and headed home to chill out.

I got home, made myself some popcorn, and plopped on the couch in front of the huge, wall-sized TV we had. ESPN's SportsCenter didn't hold my attention for long and I quickly fell asleep. About 10pm, my phone, sitting on the end table next to my head, buzzed to life with a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hey BJ. What are you up to?

I was stumped at who the text was from. Perhaps it was Shriya . I wanted to be careful, just in case it wasn't, so I texted back my standard line in these situations.



Me: This is really awkward, but I don't seem to have your number stored on my phone. Who is this?

Unknown Number: If I send a picture would it help you.

Me: Sure.

A few minutes turned into about 5 minutes and, just when I figured whomever it was had gone away, my phone buzzed again. This time, a picture appeared on my screen of a close up shot of what I believed to be some cleavage; it could have also been someone's ass cheeks. I knew one thing for sure, if it was cleavage, it certainly wasn't Shriya's;

Me: Well, that doesn't help too much. But it looks good.

Unknown Number: Want another hint?

Normally, I would easily tire of a game like this, but I was curious about who this might be. There were any number of possibilities of girls from college, or it could be an asshole friend of mine playing a joke.

Me: Yes. Another hint would help.

U.N.: How about you ask me a few "yes or no" questions?

Me: Okay. Is that cleavage?

U.N.: Yes it is.

Me: Is it your cleavage?

U.N.: Yes.



Assuming the texts were truthful, I had narrowed it down to girls I knew with a huge rack that would decide, randomly, late at night, to text me like this. I was definitely interested in finding out and here came that horny feeling again.

Me: Do I know you from college?

U.N. No.

Me: High college?

U.N.: No.

Me: I give up.

U.N.: Oooooh. I was having fun. How about another picture?

Me: Seriously, I am getting pretty tired.

U.N.: Don't go away yet. Wait for the next picture.

Again, I waited about 5 minutes. My phone buzzed and up popped a very close up picture of a nipple. It was a pink, areola with a very hard nipple poking out of the center.

Me: That doesn't help, but it sure looks great.



My cock was hardening in my shorts. Even if this was a joke, it was fun and what could it hurt to do a little "sexting" with whomever this was. I waited for the response which, based on the three little dots appearing and disappearing several times on my iPhone screen, the texter was having trouble coming up with.

U.N.: Does that last picture make you excited?

Me: Of course. It would make anyone excited.

U.N.: Can you show me how excited you are?

Okay, this may be where I should've drawn the line. Texting a picture of my hard dick to some random number had all kinds of horrible implications. What if it was someone from my new job trying to trap me? What if it was some random, underaged girl and the cops were involved? My brain was telling me to cut and run, but my dick was telling me to keep it up. I compromised. I had a large bulge in my shorts, so I took a photo of that and sent it away.

U.N.: My picture wasn't with clothing on.

Me: I'm not doing that. This is fun, but I don't know who you are. (Thankfully my brain won the battle with my libido that time).

U.N.: Okay. Would you like to meet me?

Me: I think so. Where?

U.N.: How about Running  Park?

Me: Tomorrow?

U.N. Tonight.

Okay, fuck this. There is no way in hell I am going to some random park, at almost 11pm, to meet some crazy woman; if it really is a woman.

Me: You know what. This is crazy. Stop texting me.

U.N.: Whoa. Sorry. What happened?

Me: I am not going to a fucking park late at night to meet someone crazy enough to text me a picture of their tit.

U.N.: Okay. How about the grocery store at the Mall?

That grocery store was in the most upscale part and it was a very well lit, public place. It couldn't hurt to see who this was. And, if it was some kind of joke my friends were playing on me, it would make for good laughs. I decided to accept, but wanted a little bit more information first.

Me: Okay, but first, you're over 18 right?

U.N.: Yes, for sure.

Me: How will I know how to find you?

U.N.: I'll text you more info in a little bit. See you there soon?

Me: WTH. Ok.

I hopped off the couch, ran upstairs and changed into some jeans and a sweatshirt. I put on some good running shoes; part of me was still wondering if I might need to outrun someone. I had consumed a few drinks already , and I thought it would be better to show up a bit incognito in case it was friends that knew my car, so I hailed an Uber to the grocery store. On the way there, another text came through:

Unknown Number: Hey. I'll be in the backseat of a large, black, Chevy Suburban in front of the store.

Me: The back seat?

U.N.: I'm taking an Uber there. Hop in with me.

Okay, this was weird. I decided I better make damn sure this Suburban was in fact an Uber. I had seen enough bad cop shows on TV to not think maybe this was some crazy kidnapping plot. Of course, what the hell would anyone want with a college student with no money.

Me: Ok.

I showed up and instructed my driver to leave me at the other end of the strip mall. I approached the grocery store slowly and, sure enough, there was a black Suburban parked near the front of the store. With my heart racing as fast as I have ever felt it, I stopped and watched the car for a minute from a safe distance. I confirmed the little Uber sign in the front window and so I slowly approached the car; taking a wide turn to come up from behind.

As I got within a few feet of the car, the electric window slowly rolled down and a women with blonde hair, dark glasses, a scarf, and a hat leaned her head out and said, "I'm glad you came, BJ."

"Trisha," I asked? Fortunately, I was using her first name and didn't blurt out her real name which could have easily revealed her identity to the driver. She was obviously trying to disguise herself to some extent.

"Yes. Get in."

I hopped in the backseat. While my mind was relieved this wasn't some kind of criminal plot, my mind started racing about why the Mayor's wife had sent me a picture of her tit; let alone even how she got my phone number.



I slid across the seat, so that I could whisper to her. I moved my head toward her ear and she turned, grabbed the back of my head, and gave me a deep, french kiss. As our lips finally parted, I whispered, "How did you get my number?"

"Your mom. At the party. When I knew you'd be coming over to work."

"And, is this why you really wanted my number," I asked?

"I didn't plan this exactly, but I knew I wanted you." With that comment, she ran her hand on the inside part of my thigh, brushed over my hard cock, and kissed me again.



Kissing her back was an instinctual move. We kissed a little more, trying to be somewhat discreet, in the Uber to her house. She had the driver leave us off in front of a house two gates down from her house; the same location she had him pick her up. She seemed like a pro at this. After he pulled away, we walked to her gate and let ourselves in.

She opened the door to her house and, as I passed by her to enter, she grabbed my butt and said, "I can't wait to get a piece of this."

I jumped a little, turned around,and she grabbed me and pulled our bodies together in a long, passionate kiss. As we broke apart, I had to ask, "So, this is all okay to do here? I mean, you're okay with this?"

"You'll know the answer to that in a little bit. Go make us a couple drinks and meet me out by the hot tub."

She yanked off the blonde wig as she walked away and I headed for the bar and replayed the highlight reel of the last 18 hours or so. It started with me, innocently (or so I thought), helping out a woman over 12 years my senior with some chores for a little cash. That parlayed into me being shirtless in the bedroom she normally shared with her husband, a litany of sexual innuendos while running an errand, an invitation to dinner, some late night sexting, a make out session in the backseat of a car on the way to her house, and now; who knows. Oh, and added into that mix was the small fact that this was all with the Mayor's wife. I grabbed the margaritas I had made and headed out the door to the hot tub.



The lights in the house were mostly out and there was only dim lighting around the pool deck. I paused briefly for my eyes to adjust and then I saw steam rising from the hot tub and I could hear the bubbles going. Walking over that way, I saw the back of her head as she was slumped down in the hot tub with the water up to her neck. I took a deep breath and approached her and said, "Here's a margarita for you."

"Thank you BJ," she said without moving at all. "Come in. It will really help your sore muscles from all the work I put you through."

"Well, um, I didn't bring a suit," I replied.

Trisha lifted her head, smiled, stood up in the hot tub, completely naked and said, "Does it look like you need one?"



Her gorgeous, wet body glistened in the dim light. Her tits, light colored areolas and hard nipples; the ones I had been exposed to via her text. She was pleasantly plump, not the least bit fat, and had a nice tuft of bush at the very top of her shaved pussy lips. She turned her back to me, showing off her sexy, ample ass, climbed out of the tub, and walked over to me.

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"Let me help you," she said. She reached out, pulled my sweatshirt up and off my body, and then slowly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. She slid them down, with my boxers, and as she did, she got down on her knees. She grabbed my hard cock, gave it a gentle kiss, and said, "Look what we have here. A big, huge, young, studly cock." She stood up, took my hand, and started to lead me to the hot tub.



We got in the hot tub and she sat right next to me. We cuddled side by side and drank the margaritas. I got more comfortable and put my arm around her and reached down to touch her tit. 20 minutes or so into hot tubbing with this gorgeous MILF, and we were just quietly chatting and cuddling; touching each other a little bit. I certainly wasn't going to make any more moves than she did. It came so natural; me and the Mayor's wife sitting naked in his hot tub.

After about 30 minutes, she sat up and stretched her arms up really high, giving me an incredible show of her boobs, and said, "I think it is just about bedtime."



"Yes, it is easy to get sleepy out here, drinking in the hot tub."

She stood up, faced me, giving me a close up view of her unbelievable cunt, and reached out and pulled me up by my hands. My hard dick standing straight out toward her pussy. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then stood back and looked down at my cock. "Well, we can't have you go much longer," she laughed. "Here, follow me."

She led me over to one of the beds I had put out earlier in the day, grabbed some suntan lotion she had there, and laid down on her back. Unsure of where this was going, she motioned me to come over and sit gently on her stomach. "Put your cock here, between my tits. You can tit fuck me."

I put my cock between my her tits, she added a little lotion, pushed her boobs together to engulf my cock and I started fucking her cleavage. She really seemed to enjoy it and kept telling me to "fuck the hell out of the Mayor's wife's tits." Her dirty talk, and the fact that I had been turned on the entire night, meant it took me only a few minutes for my balls to build up pressure.



"I think I am going to cum."

"Cum baby. Cum all over the Mayor's wife's tits," she said, continuing with the slut voice.

That was all it took. My cock blasted jet after jet of hot, white, sticky cum all over her tits. I kept fucking her cleavage while she milked all the sperm out of my balls. Finally, as I got up, I said, "That was fucking amazing."

"That was just a starter. Come on. Let's go inside." Just like that. Away I went with the Mayor's wife. Both of us naked as the day we were born, my cum all over her tits.

We got in the house, went upstairs to her bedroom, and headed straight for the shower. We hopped in the steaming shower and, feeling like I didn't need to hold back at all, I drizzled soap on her huge rack and started massaging them with the sudsy water that flowed over both of us. She fondled by cock and balls while I inserted a finger into her soaking wet cunt. I worked it in and out as she moaned with pleasure.



As my erection started to regain strength with her every stroke she said, "Let's get into bed. I want to fuck this thing."

We dried off, yanked back the covers, and found our home in each other's arms, rolling around on the king-size bed normally shared by the Mayor and Trisha. My dick was fully hard again, so I climbed on top of her and started to line it up with her pussy and hint at pushing it in.

"I'm gonna fuck the Mayor's wife hard," I said with force.

"Not yet you're not. Not unless you want to taste your own cum." With that, she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my head down to her pussy. "Stick your tongue in me, young man. Make your hot MILF cum on your face."

I buried my face in her pussy, licking her lips with my tongue. Like no college girl I'd ever seen, Trisha's clit grew like a little tiny cock and she screamed with ecstasy every time I sucked it. I sucked it in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Finally, she tensed up her whole body and started shaking and screamed, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I'm cumming." Squirts of pussy juices sprayed all over my face and I buried my face even deeper into her cunt to get it all.



Finally, after experiencing a woman orgasm longer and harder than I had ever known, she collapsed and sank into the bed. I climbed up on her and started sucking her tits and rubbing my stiff cock around her pussy. She was soaking wet from her orgasm and my cock easily entered her mature pussy.

For some reason, I looked at the small clock on her nightstand and noticed it was midnight when I started fucking the Mayor's wife; in his bed. Her physical beauty wasn't all that drove me nuts. She was a dirty-talking, sex-machine and the whole idea of how wrong this all was made the sex better than  I had boned in college.

"Do you like my cock sliding in and out of your mature pussy, Mrs. Mayor?" I asked as I fucked her.



"You're a naughty young man. Taking advantage of a lonely woman like me while the Mayor is out of town."

"Your beauty deserves to be fucked by a young stud."

"Fuck my pussy harder. Faster. Slam your dick into me. Make me scream, BJ!"

I picked up my pace; my balls slapping the insides of her legs and the tip of my dick slamming into her cervix. I could feel the burning pressure of cum building up in my balls and I screamed, "Should I fill your cunt with my sperm?"



"Oh god. Oh no. Please don't," she said pushy up on me in an erotic role play. "What if you knock up the Mayor's wife?"

That was all it took. I started blasting jets of hot, sticky, white cum deep into her body. She screamed as she reached an orgasm again and wrapped her legs around me and held me tight to make sure every drop of my cum filled her creampie. As we lay together, my dick starting to soften, we couldn't care less that our juices, mixed together, were leaking out all over the bed. We kissed a little more, settled into a spooning position, and fell asleep.



The entire experience sapped every ounce of energy we both had and sleeping came very easy. I don't remember much all night besides a little caressing and fondling as we adjusted our positions. But, I do remember the morning very well. I awoke with a heart rate of about 200 when her maid knocked on the door and said, "Should I bring you some coffee, Trisha?"

While I panicked, Trisha took care of it. "No, I'll come down in a minute dear. Thank you."

"What the fuck? Now what," I whispered.

Starting to laugh, she said, "Relax. The door is locked. You think you're the first to spend the night up here?"

While I never had any fantasy about being her first and only lover, it was a very matter of fact statement about her past sex-capades. Whatever, I was here with her now. "Okay. It just made me panic."



Trisha got up, put on a robe, and headed out the door. I laid back in her bed, still naked and smelling like sex. She returned a few minutes later with one, very large cup of coffee. Seconds later, she produced a smaller coffee mug from the pocket of her robe and poured some off into that for me. She had obviously had some prior practice. She handed me a mug of coffee and removed her robe; giving me the first glance of her amazingly sexy, mature body in full light.

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As I sipped the coffee I asked, "So, how will I get out of here?"


"Going somewhere soon," she asked as she started rubbing my balls and cock while I drank my coffee? I got a morning woody quickly and she continued, "Just sit back, enjoy your coffee, while I get a little morning snack."

She moved down with her head between my legs and started licking my cock. Slowly, she took more and more of it into her mouth until she was deep-throating my hard dick in and out of her mouth; almost gagging a few times. She gave an amazing blow job and, with a nickname like BJ, I had a good number to compare it to. I got close to cumming and thought I'd better warn her of my impending blast of cum.



"I'm about to cum, baby."

"Uh huh," she mumbled without slowing down.

I only lasted a minute more and my cock started lurching and pumping shots of salty, sweet cum into her mouth. She never even flinched as I filled her mouth with my sperm. She kept her mouth wrapped around my cock and with her hand milked every last drop out of me. Then she sat up, smiled, opened her mouth, showed me the white cum filling her mouth and then swallowed it without hesitating; like doing a shot of tequila.

We laid together and finished our coffee. She got up and got dressed and told me to do the same. "Well, that is easier said than done. My clothes are still out by the hot tub."

"Oh. Shit. Well, I hope my maid didn't go out there yet." She laughed a little and excused herself from the room. I waited around, wondering what the plan was, and finally, she returned with my clothes wrapped up in a towel. "Good fucking thing she decided to clean the kitchen first," she laughed.



I got dressed and then presented her with the next question, "How am I supposed to get out of the house to go home?"

"Be right back," she said.

This time, the wait was about 15 or 20 minutes. I played with my phone and relived the last 24 hours. How fucking amazing was this experience! When she returned, she said she had sent the maid out to grocery shop for a list of things she needed for a special dinner she was cooking that night. After checking the security cameras on her iPhone to confirm she was gone, we headed downstairs. We grabbed a protein bar from her pantry, refilled the coffee, and headed out in their large Mercedes sedan.

She broke a brief silence by saying, "So, it goes without saying that it wouldn't be good for anyone to know about this."

"Oh my god. No shit. It is our secret."



"Okay good. And, by the way BJ, I don't want this to be our last time together. I really like you."

"Thank you. You're amazing and hot as hell."

We made small talk as we drove to my house. As we pulled into my driveway, she said, "BJ, your parents are gone, right?"

"Yes. For a week."

"Oh ok. You know, I really love the view from your area, but I've never seen the rest of your house."

"Would you like a quick tour?"

"Sure," she said.

We both hopped out of her car and headed in the house. I gave her a tour of the house and was heading back out to the front room when she said, "What about your room?"

"Honestly, it is a little messy, Trisha."

"Well, I specifically came on this tour to see it."

I retraced our steps down the hall, pushed open the door to my room, and we entered. "Here's my room. See, it is kind of messy," I said.

Trisha shut the door behind us, grabbed me by the hand, leaned in for a long, passionate kiss, and said, "I like it. Have you fucked a lot of girls here?"

"Excuse me," I said?

"Come on BJ, I'm sure you have."

"Um, well, a few."

She moved in close to me, grabbed me by the balls through my pants, and started kissing me. I fondled her bra up under her shirt and moved her toward my bed. "Wait!," she said stepping back, "Who's the hottest fuck you've had in here, BJ? And if you won't tell me, I'm leaving."



"Well, maybe Stacey. She was a fucking hot dancer I brought home from college." While Trisha undid my pants and reached in to feel my hardening cock, she made me describe how I fucked Stacey.

When I finished, we laid on the bed and kept making out. Almost totally undressed now, we kissed, fondled each other, and I dipped my finger in her pussy.



"Did Stacey let you fuck her in the ass," Trisha asked me?

"Um, girls my age aren't really into that," I said.

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Oh my god, really? Yes. You have an amazing ass."

At her instruction, I snagged some lotion from the bathroom. When I returned, she was already on her knees on my bed and guided me through lotioning up my hard cock and lining it up just right with her hole. She was a fantastic teacher and within a few minutes I had slowly and gently worked my dick into her ass. It was tight, warm, and a great feeling. I had long enough arms to be able to reach around and play with her titties while I fucked her from behind. It was an incredibly erotic sight to see my big cock sliding in and out of her wanting ass, her big, firm, fake tits dangling off her chest, and hear her moans of sexual enjoyment.



Being a virgin at anal sex, and getting close to blowing my load, I felt like I needed to ask, "Should I cum in your ass?"

"Yes my young stud, shoot your hot cum in Trisha's ass. The Mayor never fucks my ass and I want to feel the pumping of your cock in my butt."

That was all it took, I looked down and watched the pulsing of my pumping cock as it unloaded streams of cum into her cute, plump ass. I grabbed onto both of her hips and held my dick in her tight ass as far as I could to make sure I left every drop in her. After sliding out, we laid together and made out for a while.



"I really need to get going my young lover," she finally said.

"Okay. I'll miss you after all this," I replied.

"Ah, that is very sweet."

"I guess the Mayor is coming home tonight?"

"Who says he's coming home tonight," she asked?

"Oh, well, you said you sent your maid out to get groceries for a special dinner you were cooking tonight."

"That's for you, silly. That is if you want to come over."

"Yes, of course."

"Good. Uber over at about 7pm."

Trisha got dressed, kissed me goodbye and left my house. I laid there for a while, still drunk on the sexual adventures I'd been a part of the last day or so, with a fucking hot, cougar MILF; the Mayor's wife. This would for sure go down as one of life's epic experiences. And, it wasn't over yet. I was headed over there for dinner tonight for what was no doubt another round of wild sex with this older babe. Considering all we'd done, how could it get any better?





I spent the day relaxing, hitting some golf balls at the driving range, and grabbing a burger at one of my favorite haunts. About 4pm, I decided I'd better try to take a nap. The Mayor's wife, in her mid-30's, was almost running circles around me in the bed. 

THE-END

[kamapriyan1]

Wow wonderful tribute to trisha

[Rajaryanea]

Bro I have huge crush on cricketer Elyse Perry . Please try to make one story on her if possible

[Sarvanand]

Thanks for the sexy post on trisha