02-04-2026, 10:35 PM
Part 4
My mother leaned in and gave Hugh a big hug, saying, “Just call me Emma”, as she ran her hands all over his body, rubbing his chest and shoulders.... even squeezing his ass cheeks.
Looking at Hugh, but speaking to me, she said, “Wow, honey.... nice job.... look at these shoulders.”
Then, she reached between his legs and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze.... with a sly grin on her face, she added, “... and he’s packing, too.”
Hugh blushed at the overly familiar touching, and blurted out, “Nice to meet you, Emma.”
I giggled at his dilemma. I noticed his gaze kept darting between my mother’s face and her swaying boobs beneath her loose tank top, where her stiff nipples were making obvious bumps in the thin cotton material. I glanced at his crotch and saw that his prick was beginning to respond to her little cock squeezes and braless tits. I could clearly see the outline of his stiffening shaft starting to create a bit of a tent in his shorts. My mother obviously noticed it, too, and she chuckled as she shut the front door behind us and led us into the house.
After the embarrassment of initial introductions, we decided to slip into bathing suits and spend the afternoon in the pool. My mother and I both put on skimpy, two-piece bikinis, which barely covered anything at all, and definitely did nothing to keep our heavy breasts from jiggling and bouncing freely as we pranced around the pool area.
My mother mostly laid on her chaise lounge on the patio, but I could see her checking out Hugh’s crotch every time he got out of the pool, since his wet trunks clung tightly to his butt cheeks and showed a clear outline of his impressive penis beneath his swim suit.
Around mid-afternoon I dried myself off and said I had to run to the store to get stuff for the weekend.
Hugh said he’d go with me, but my mother said, “No, hon.... you stay here so I can get to know you better.”
I grinned to myself as I threw on a pair of shorts and a crop top, and headed out the door to my car, while Hugh laid on a chaise lounge next to my mother’s.... drinking a beer, while she sipped on her glass of wine.
I didn’t really go to the store... instead, I snuck back into the house, and hid behind the curtains in the living room by the patio door.... watching to see what my mother would do once I was gone.
Once I’d left the patio, my mother sat up and leaned over toward Hugh... her heavy tits swaying back and forth in her skimpy bikini top.... as she rubbed his thigh and asked him how he met me.
As Hugh began telling the story of how we met in college, my mother shifted her hand from his thigh to the outline of his prick.... gently rubbing it through his bathing suit.
Hugh was surprised, and stopped his story in mid-sentence.... his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
My mother didn’t miss a beat. She said, “Amalia has always brought her boy friends home for me to check out.... ever since she began dating in high college.... how about if I take a look?”
As she talked, she pushed one leg of Hugh’s swim trunks up so she could see most of his cock... her eyes totally locked onto his thick shaft and mushroom-shaped head. She reached over with one hand and held the base of his prick so that it was pointing straight up in the air, then began sliding her other hand up and down the entire length of his growing erection.
A bit flustered, and struggling to keep his eyes off my mom’s wobbling boobs, Hugh stammered and mumbled, “What? But... no.... Emma, we shouldn’t... I... what about Amalia?”
My mother giggled and said, “Don’t worry about Amalia.... she went to the store so I could get you alone for a few minutes and really check you out.”
Hugh mumbled another feeble “No... we shouldn’t”, then let out a moan as my mother continued pumping his expanding pole and running her palm up around the bulbous tip.
With a wicked grin, my mother released Hugh’s prick, untied her bikini top, and let it fall to the deck... her heavy boobs dangling just inches from Hugh’s face. To my mother’s delight, Hugh couldn’t take his eyes off her swaying tits, so she smiled, took his hand and placed it on her right breast, encouraging him to squeeze and play with it.
Hugh began caressing her boobs and pinching her firm nipples, as mom returned to stroking his now fully erect penis... still sticking straight up in the air, like a rocket that’s about to launch.
I could feel my pussy getting moist, as I watched my mother lean over and suck the tip of Hugh’s cock into her mouth... still using one hand to pump his shaft, while using the other to fondle his nut sack. It didn’t take long before he let out a grunt and blasted a several ropes of warm, creamy spunk against the back of her throat.
“Oh, shit, Emma.... fuck, I’m cumming.... aaaaahhhhhh.... yeeeeaahhhhhh.... holy shit.... aaaaahhhhhh.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhh....”
Mom kept stroking Hugh’s glistening shaft, as she swallowed his load, then sucked out the last few streams of splooge from his engorged dick, and used her tongue to lick off the final drops from the tip of his spent penis.
When Hugh was done cumming, mom pulled his still semi-hard prick out of her mouth and grinned over at him as she continued to jerk his thick pole, saying, “Well, that was fun... how’d you like it?”
“My God, Emma... that was fantastic.” Still a little surprised and flustered, he added, “I can see where Amalia gets her talents from...”
As they chatted, Hugh kept fondling mom’s boobs, and mom continued pumping Hugh’s glistening penis. I smiled to myself when... as usual... Hugh’s dick started to become stiff again within just a few minutes.
My mother giggled when she noticed his growing shaft in her hand, saying, “Wow, Hugh.... that’s impressive.” Then, with her eyes locked onto his nearly erect cock, added, “Actually, I’m not surprised.... seems like you youngsters are always ready...”
She sucked and stroked him until he was completely hard again, then threw one leg over his chaise lounge, so that she was straddling his hips.... her heavy breasts swaying just inches from his face. Still holding Hugh’s rigid pole in one hand, she used her other hand to pull her bikini bottom to the side, then slowly lowered herself onto his stiff prick.... letting out a moan of pleasure as she impaled herself on his raging hard-on.
“Ooooohhhhhh.... oh, yeah.... my God, Hugh, that feels incredible.... you have a fantastic cock.... hmmmmmm.... wow, Amalia really picked a good one.... yeah.... very nice....”
I decided I couldn’t wait any longer... I stepped out onto the pool deck and watched quietly for a few more minutes, until I heard my mother let out a muffled squeal as she creamed all over Hugh’s pumping boner.
“Oh, shit, Hugh.... I’m cumming.... oh.... oh.... fuck, yeah.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... my God, that’s amazing.... yeeeeaaaahhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh...”
I’d already removed my shorts and drenched panties, and had been fingering myself and rubbing my engorged clitoris as I watched my mother fucking my boyfriend on the patio. So I pulled off my crop top and dropped it on the patio deck, then walked over toward the chaise lounge where Hugh was fondling my mother’s tits and pounding his hips into her sopping wet pussy.
I giggled as I watched my mother immersed in her orgasm... her head thrown back and her eyes closed.... still bouncing up and down on Hugh’s stiff rod, as he roughly squeezed and slapped her bouncing tits. When she heard me approach, she opened her eyes and we shared a conspiratorial smile.
To be continued
My mother leaned in and gave Hugh a big hug, saying, “Just call me Emma”, as she ran her hands all over his body, rubbing his chest and shoulders.... even squeezing his ass cheeks.
Looking at Hugh, but speaking to me, she said, “Wow, honey.... nice job.... look at these shoulders.”
Then, she reached between his legs and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze.... with a sly grin on her face, she added, “... and he’s packing, too.”
Hugh blushed at the overly familiar touching, and blurted out, “Nice to meet you, Emma.”
I giggled at his dilemma. I noticed his gaze kept darting between my mother’s face and her swaying boobs beneath her loose tank top, where her stiff nipples were making obvious bumps in the thin cotton material. I glanced at his crotch and saw that his prick was beginning to respond to her little cock squeezes and braless tits. I could clearly see the outline of his stiffening shaft starting to create a bit of a tent in his shorts. My mother obviously noticed it, too, and she chuckled as she shut the front door behind us and led us into the house.
After the embarrassment of initial introductions, we decided to slip into bathing suits and spend the afternoon in the pool. My mother and I both put on skimpy, two-piece bikinis, which barely covered anything at all, and definitely did nothing to keep our heavy breasts from jiggling and bouncing freely as we pranced around the pool area.
My mother mostly laid on her chaise lounge on the patio, but I could see her checking out Hugh’s crotch every time he got out of the pool, since his wet trunks clung tightly to his butt cheeks and showed a clear outline of his impressive penis beneath his swim suit.
Around mid-afternoon I dried myself off and said I had to run to the store to get stuff for the weekend.
Hugh said he’d go with me, but my mother said, “No, hon.... you stay here so I can get to know you better.”
I grinned to myself as I threw on a pair of shorts and a crop top, and headed out the door to my car, while Hugh laid on a chaise lounge next to my mother’s.... drinking a beer, while she sipped on her glass of wine.
I didn’t really go to the store... instead, I snuck back into the house, and hid behind the curtains in the living room by the patio door.... watching to see what my mother would do once I was gone.
Once I’d left the patio, my mother sat up and leaned over toward Hugh... her heavy tits swaying back and forth in her skimpy bikini top.... as she rubbed his thigh and asked him how he met me.
As Hugh began telling the story of how we met in college, my mother shifted her hand from his thigh to the outline of his prick.... gently rubbing it through his bathing suit.
Hugh was surprised, and stopped his story in mid-sentence.... his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
My mother didn’t miss a beat. She said, “Amalia has always brought her boy friends home for me to check out.... ever since she began dating in high college.... how about if I take a look?”
As she talked, she pushed one leg of Hugh’s swim trunks up so she could see most of his cock... her eyes totally locked onto his thick shaft and mushroom-shaped head. She reached over with one hand and held the base of his prick so that it was pointing straight up in the air, then began sliding her other hand up and down the entire length of his growing erection.
A bit flustered, and struggling to keep his eyes off my mom’s wobbling boobs, Hugh stammered and mumbled, “What? But... no.... Emma, we shouldn’t... I... what about Amalia?”
My mother giggled and said, “Don’t worry about Amalia.... she went to the store so I could get you alone for a few minutes and really check you out.”
Hugh mumbled another feeble “No... we shouldn’t”, then let out a moan as my mother continued pumping his expanding pole and running her palm up around the bulbous tip.
With a wicked grin, my mother released Hugh’s prick, untied her bikini top, and let it fall to the deck... her heavy boobs dangling just inches from Hugh’s face. To my mother’s delight, Hugh couldn’t take his eyes off her swaying tits, so she smiled, took his hand and placed it on her right breast, encouraging him to squeeze and play with it.
Hugh began caressing her boobs and pinching her firm nipples, as mom returned to stroking his now fully erect penis... still sticking straight up in the air, like a rocket that’s about to launch.
I could feel my pussy getting moist, as I watched my mother lean over and suck the tip of Hugh’s cock into her mouth... still using one hand to pump his shaft, while using the other to fondle his nut sack. It didn’t take long before he let out a grunt and blasted a several ropes of warm, creamy spunk against the back of her throat.
“Oh, shit, Emma.... fuck, I’m cumming.... aaaaahhhhhh.... yeeeeaahhhhhh.... holy shit.... aaaaahhhhhh.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhh....”
Mom kept stroking Hugh’s glistening shaft, as she swallowed his load, then sucked out the last few streams of splooge from his engorged dick, and used her tongue to lick off the final drops from the tip of his spent penis.
When Hugh was done cumming, mom pulled his still semi-hard prick out of her mouth and grinned over at him as she continued to jerk his thick pole, saying, “Well, that was fun... how’d you like it?”
“My God, Emma... that was fantastic.” Still a little surprised and flustered, he added, “I can see where Amalia gets her talents from...”
As they chatted, Hugh kept fondling mom’s boobs, and mom continued pumping Hugh’s glistening penis. I smiled to myself when... as usual... Hugh’s dick started to become stiff again within just a few minutes.
My mother giggled when she noticed his growing shaft in her hand, saying, “Wow, Hugh.... that’s impressive.” Then, with her eyes locked onto his nearly erect cock, added, “Actually, I’m not surprised.... seems like you youngsters are always ready...”
She sucked and stroked him until he was completely hard again, then threw one leg over his chaise lounge, so that she was straddling his hips.... her heavy breasts swaying just inches from his face. Still holding Hugh’s rigid pole in one hand, she used her other hand to pull her bikini bottom to the side, then slowly lowered herself onto his stiff prick.... letting out a moan of pleasure as she impaled herself on his raging hard-on.
“Ooooohhhhhh.... oh, yeah.... my God, Hugh, that feels incredible.... you have a fantastic cock.... hmmmmmm.... wow, Amalia really picked a good one.... yeah.... very nice....”
I decided I couldn’t wait any longer... I stepped out onto the pool deck and watched quietly for a few more minutes, until I heard my mother let out a muffled squeal as she creamed all over Hugh’s pumping boner.
“Oh, shit, Hugh.... I’m cumming.... oh.... oh.... fuck, yeah.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... my God, that’s amazing.... yeeeeaaaahhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh...”
I’d already removed my shorts and drenched panties, and had been fingering myself and rubbing my engorged clitoris as I watched my mother fucking my boyfriend on the patio. So I pulled off my crop top and dropped it on the patio deck, then walked over toward the chaise lounge where Hugh was fondling my mother’s tits and pounding his hips into her sopping wet pussy.
I giggled as I watched my mother immersed in her orgasm... her head thrown back and her eyes closed.... still bouncing up and down on Hugh’s stiff rod, as he roughly squeezed and slapped her bouncing tits. When she heard me approach, she opened her eyes and we shared a conspiratorial smile.
To be continued
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