A Kiss Led to This Ch. 24

Sandi stared down as Peter's long, thin, circumcised cock slid in and out of her wet pussy lips. She then smiled up at at the twenty-eight year old, half tilting her head and opening her big brown eyes as she did. As he pumped into her a strong hand gripped each of her thighs while that perfect set of 34 DD's rocked forward and back.

Pink raised nipples extended upwards, seeking to be sucked. She offered him one, he took it. She took the other one, sucking her own tit before they kissed deeply. She ran her tongue against his and moved it back and forth across his tongue before sucking on it like a cock.

As he stood back up and continued fucking her Sandi reached down below her little tuft of black pussy hair and began making perfect circles around her engorged clit with a well manicured middle finger. She could feel herself getting close.

"Wait," she said. Peter stopped as requested.

"Pull out slowly," Sandi directed.

"I'm about to cum."

"Don't you dare cum anywhere but inside me."

Peter's cock made its way outside Sandi's stretched curtains as the naked muscular man moved back. His member was wet, slick, and pointed at the sun. Sandi slid down off her bed. As her ass hit the floor the young man's hard cock was face high.

She opened and took it in her pursed lipsticked lips, tasting herself along with his leaking cum as each of her hands grabbed one of Peter's clenched ass cheeks. He

watched as the glossy slickness on his member was cleaned off by a face smeared with lipstick, mascara, sweat, cum and pussy juice.

"Oh," she moaned, "this is so good."

"Now I'm really going to cum Mrs.... I mean Sandi."

"Wait, one more taste." Sandi ran her tongue from the base of Peter's rod and slurped up to the leaking tip. She then guided Peter to lay on her bed, moving him to the exact spot where her husband slept, placing his head on Keith's pillow.

Expertly she climbed up and impaled herself onto Peter's cock. She was perfectly still as she angled her face and kissed him again, bending just enough so her nipples tickled his chest as they ran across him.

"Now," she said, "Cum with me."

Sandi began rocking on her knees so the base of Peter's cock stimulated her clit. She could feel the head of his member pushing up into her intestines as she stared him right in the eyes. Her head moved up into sniffing position as the rumblings in her groin began.

"Cum now!" she yelled, as her pelvis now spasmed against the body below her.

"Arrrrg," Peter muffled out as he began shooting and blasting cum into the older woman's cunt.

Sandi stopped, and in the new part of her routine, French kissed Peter yet again. In the past kissing had only been for Joe. But she got off on it, and knew Joe didn't care what she did as long as it was enjoyable. And that she told him about it. And that she would still kiss him.

Sandi rolled off Peter onto her side of the bed. Her chest was sweaty and cherry pink. Her hair was ruffled and matted and mess and her sucked nipples looked like two periscopes. Next to her Peter lay there, exhausted. She had made him fuck her twice today and this second load had taken a toll.

It had taken a toll on Sandi as well, her pussy had been cock filled off and on for almost an hour. She spread her legs and the gaping hole between her lips released a four finger coating of Peter's old and new cream. She guided the goo up on her belly and spread it across both tits before rubbing her neck with it.

Her hand went back down for more and this time she put the load it Peter's hand.

"Rub my face with your cum," she ordered.

Peter obliged, his hand finding her cheeks, eyes, temples and finally her mouth.

Now properly covered in cum she got up to her knees and promptly took the flaccid cock next to her back into her mouth. Peter was unsure what to do. He reached an arm back between her ass cheeks and found an entrance into her pussy from behind. She was insatiable.

Sandi didn't break stride and continued to suck the growing member. Within about a minute Peter's cock was at half staff (or half attention depending on who was describing it).

Sandi rolled off his rod and had him straddle her face.

"Now," she said, "Jack off on me."

"I'm not sure I've got anything left," he replied.

"I'll help, just point your cock at me and I'll suck it. But I want more of your cum on my face."

Sandi watched as Peter took his cock into his hands. He began stroking and teasing his balls in a way only the owner knew. His eyes were closed as he jacked himself, only opening when he pushed the tip down to watch Sandi take his snake in her waiting mouth.

"Cum on me," she whispered, "then I'll suck your cock clean."

Peter's muscles flexed as his grip tightened and forced more blood into his tentpole.

Sandi's hand moved between her legs and she began fingering herself in rhythm to Peter's hands.

"Sandi, can you suck my balls? He asked.

"Asking or telling?"

"Sandi, suck my fucking balls!"

"Mmm, that's more like it," she replied. Peter lifted his cock up till his balls were at mouth level and his cock was against her face. It was long enough and she was small enough that his mushroom head was now making sticky spider webs in her formerly perfect hair.

Sandi took each ball in her mouth one at a time, caressing and licking the wrinkled pouches.

Peter moved up farther.

"Lick under my balls," he demanded, moving higher. Sandi obliged.

Peter was almost standing now. "Put your finger in your cunt and get it wet."

"Yes, sir," came the reply. She was enjoying this.

"Now two fingers and keep licking."

Sandi slid down a bit as she diddled herself. Peter took the opportunity to squat onto her.

"Now, Sandi, put your tongue in my ass. Do it!"

Peter felt her free hand spread his cheeks and as she did so her stiff tongue pushed at his back door. He could feel her finger next to her tongue, pushing at the opening till her curled tastebuds pushed up into his ass.

"Oh, my god," is all he could say.

In an instant he pulled off her tongue and pushed down on her. His full weight crushed her tits into his ass as he furiously jacked his member against Sandi's face.

Load number three found its way onto her, and as the gulps of cream pushed out he spread them from eye to eye, down her nose and on her left cheek.

Exhausted and drained he offered his worn cock to her mouth once again, and she cleaned it readily.

"Now that was perfect," she said.

"Not as perfect as you," Peter replied, bending down and kissing her cum covered face. As he did he rubbed what cum was on her cheek into her hair.

"Shower?" he asked her.

"Very funny," she replied. A shower had become an inside joke between them. "No way," she added, "This stays on me all day and will help me sleep tonight. I'm not changing theses sheets either. Keith will never notice and I love the smell. How about you? Going to clean up a bit?"

Peter glanced at his watch.

"Holy shit, no way." He jumped up and began dressing, his empty cock swinging as he gathered his garments.

"You know how I love to shower but I'm supposed to pick up your daughter in twenty minutes for her lunch break."

"Well, there is that," Sandi said, spreading her legs and then her well fucked lips, "and there is this."

Peter stared over at his girlfriend's mother's wide open pussy. It was agape with his cum. Kin's had confided in him a month ago that she suspected her mother had been fucking her last boyfriend. Well, more than suspected. He had told her in an argument that her mother was a 'better fuck than you'll ever be.'

Peter had sensed there was some friction between the two of them. It was already tough enough watching Sandi and Keith go at it nightly like two people who truly hated each other. Keith was an idiot and gave his wife no respect.

Kins was still nice to her mom but seemed a bit on edge. He was allowed to stay over on weekends but Kin's had encouraged him to sneak over during the week, a trick she had learned with previous boyfriends.

It was almost instantly after Kins had told him about her mom cheating that Peter could not take his eyes off of her. Sandi was a beautiful woman, after all, and the two of them did look similar. He found himself staring at her when she wasn't looking, looking down her top if she bent over and found himself a bit at a loss for words when she looked him right in the face.

Although Kins was taller her tits were definitely smaller than her mother's. But make no mistake their shape and her nipples were pink and perfect.

Sandi seemed buttoned up most of the time and never affectionate to Keith. So as far as Peter could tell no one was getting access to those beauties, much less seeing them.

Being much taller Peter often got an angle to look down the older woman's blouse but was always met by a black or blue bra on the rare occasions that buttons allowed. There was a trail of freckles like her daughter had but he never got the full view. However, there were other advantages of being tall. He could smell her perfect hair as she walked by and found the scent intriguing. And erotic.

The start for Peter was on an evening when Kins had a group of friends over. There had been plenty of alcohol consumed among their group. Most of them were in their mid twenties except Kin's workmate Jansey. At twenty-one she was the youngest one there and not too much of a drinker. Peter had noticed her sheer white tank top barely held her B cups in but with her thin figure, tight shorts and shoulder length blond hair she looked like the only thing she lacked was a surf board.

Keith was smashed as usual and trying to hit on Jansey in the back yard.

Peter was trying to be on his best behavior, helping to bring in dishes and passing them to Kins who was rinsing them and handing them to another friend to load the dishwasher.

Sandi was there bing the perfect host. She was wearing a white sleeveless cotton top and a black skirt. She had left a hint of cleavage showing but not enough for Peter's liking. So he used his energy to stare at her calves and ass.

After dinner Sandi was at the island across from the sink putting leftover salad in a container. As Peter carried in the plates he was squeezing in behind Kins right as Sandi turned with her bowl. In the crowded corridor Peter stepped right into her, leading with a handful of plates. His bent arm ran right across Kin's mother's tits and at the same moment she brushed his crotch through his thin shorts.

In a split second his cock was filled with blood and pushing out his boxers. As he said "Sorry" and teetered back her arm had no room to pivot and ran across him again. Peter knew there was no way she couldn't tell the difference as his instant tent pole ran across her arm. His eyes widened as he looked down at her.

"That's okay," Sandi replied, "I'll go around."

With that she moved around the back of the island to drop off her bowl. Peter was embarrassed but no one else saw as far as he knew. He had looked over at Sandi and she basically smirked at him. He moved out into the cool air of the back yard hoping it would help his state of arousal.

He found a spot by a planter box in the shadows and adjusted his hard on. Across the yard was a small garage and by the door he could see Keith talking up Jansey. Peter had noticed Keith making her strong drinks all night and now he could see the result.

As Keith talked with her he could see she was unsteady on her feet, sort of rocking back and forth and her clear blue eyes were a bit bloodshot. Keith, who was wasted himself took the opportunity to hold his drink in front of him and it was obvious Jansey's tits were bouncing into his hands as they talked and he leaned in.

At one point Keith put his hand on her shoulder and Peter watched as it slipped under her tank top and bra strap in the back. He was standing in a way that cornered the young woman. Or more like corralled her.

Sandi suddenly appeared and didn't look too happy. Keith appeared to be guiding Jansey to the dark garage to "show her something." He had a hand on her hip and one finger just below the waistband of her shorts.

"Peter," Sandi asked, "can you do me a favor and save Jansey? Keith is drunk and being stupid."

"Of course, Mrs...."

"Stop. From now on I'm just Sandi."

"Of course, Sandi."

"Thanks, I'll owe you one."

Peter had gone over and talked up Keith and Jansey. Sandi joined them and insisted Jansey not drive and stay the night on the couch. Eventually Keith gave up and passed out upstairs as the crowd filtered home.

That left Kins, Jansey and Sandi sitting on the outside couch while Peter finished busing cups. Kins was now tanked and asked her mom to set Jansey up on the couch as she headed upstairs to bed.

Jansey was finishing up a beer to many for her tiny frame and it was only a minute or two later that Sandi asked Peter to help her walk the intoxicated woman to the living room couch. As they stood her up they bumped each other again. His arm felt the side of Sandi's tit. It was big and firm.

Peter's mind was filled with just how erotic just brushing against his girlfriend's mom

had been and he could feel himself getting hard just walking next to her.

They guided Jansey to the bathroom and Peter stood by until she came out while Sandi went for a blanket.

When Jansey came out she had her bra and shorts in hand. He could see her nipples through the sheer fabric of her tank top and as he helped her to the couch her boobs were basically exposed out the side. Her tank top covered most of her tiny pink underwear but Peter could see a tiny little camel toe happening, even as he tried not to look.

He sat the weaving blonde down as Sandi delivered the blanket and tucked her in. Jansey asked for some water and Peter said he'd get it. As he filled the glass he saw Sandi walk by on her way upstairs, and as she passed she gave him a little wave.

Peter looked at her longingly and took a deep breath, at the same time taking in Sandi's ass as it turned to go upstairs.

When he set the glass on the table next to her Jansey mouthed "Thanks," and at the same time pulled her blanket open.

She was completely nude. Peter's eyes looked down at her soft white tits.

She had the smallest little nipples with no areola, just nips. He followed a path from

there to a firm stomach down to a landing strip of blonde pussy hair. Two pink lips were below it.

She spread her toned legs slightly, grabbing Peter's hand as she did. Jansey took a grip on his middle finger and pulled it toward her gash. It was slick with her love juices. Peter felt himself getting rock hard for the third time that night.

She pushed his finger into her soaked canal and whispered, "I'm a virgin."

Peter took a good look at the young woman. It was a moment of decision. His cock head had found it's way to the front of his shorts and was peeking out from the hem.

Her slit was so tight it felt like she had wrapped his finger in rubber bands.

Jansey's head pushed up off the couch and her tiny mouth came for the exposed member like a fish going after a baited hook. Peter leaned forward as she strained up so her lips could gather his cock head. But only until his conscience got the best of him. He pulled back and away from her, saying, "And tonight you're staying one."

As he covered her up he did take the opportunity to "accidentally" run his wet finger across her nipples.

"Thank you," Jansey said, as she ran her hand across his hard on. "See me in the shower in the morning if you change your mind."

Peter turned to head upstairs. He swore he saw a head peeking out from the stairway wall. He finished up in the kitchen by starting the dishwasher. As he made his way to the top of the stairs there was Keith in the hallway in his boxers, still wobbly drunk.

"I'm going down to lock the back door," he lied, "Can't have anyone walking in on Jansey."

Peter replied, "It's okay sir, I locked the door," and lied himself saying, "Anyway, Jansey's friend gave her a ride home." Disappointed, Keith returned to his room.

When Peter got to Kin's room she was lying under a sheet with the television on. Peter pulled back the sheet exposing her. Kins slept topless with just pajama shorts on.

As he looked at her tits all he could think of was her mother. Did their tits both have the same sort of nipple? Were Sandi's freckled like Kin's? Did they have similar pussy lips? Did Sandi ever allow a cock in that perfect ass? Was Kin's mom really a better fuck than her daughter?

He was so curious if he could ever be worthy of Sandi's attention.

Peter took a big drop of pre cum and rubbed it on Kins' nipples as he watched them rise. He wondered if Sandi's would they respond the same. Kins rolled over and pulled the sheet to cover herself.

"Go to sleep," she said grumpily, curling with her back to him. "I've got work in the morning."

Peter closed his eyes and all he could see was Sandi's half moon brown eyes looking at him. He slowly reached one hand under his ball sac and gripped his cock with the other. As he started to jack himself off he stopped. Tonight he would settle for blue balls, thinking to himself that is the price to pay for being a nice guy. Who knew what the future would bring.

That next morning Peter woke after a restless night. The house was normally empty by the time he got up, but there was always coffee ready downstairs. He went down in his boxers to grab a cup. As he poured it he heard a noise. Everyone's gone, he thought. Then it hit him. It was the sound of water running in the downstairs bath.

He remembered what Jansey had told him. "Oh my god," he thought, "she's in the shower."

Peter felt himself getting hard. Kins had got up, got dressed and left without a good bye anything. But she was Kins' friend and a virgin to boot. It was a dilemma for sure. He tip toed down the hallway to investigate.

Looking down the hall the bathroom door was open just a crack. The shower was running and there was a light haze of steam coming out the doorway. Peter got closer. The shower was almost behind the swing of the door, but if he cracked it slightly he could get a peek at the glass shower door from the mirror over the sink.

He grabbed the handle quietly and cracked the door just a slice. Staring in the mirror could see a body in the shower. It was a woman for sure but it wasn't Jansey, the skin was too brown in tone. For a second he thought Kins had taken the day off.

Then, as the figure turned he got a side view and it was clear to him. That was Sandi in the shower. He watched as she soaped her big, erect tits and ran her hand down along her thigh. He wet straight hair made her look like a completely different person.

Peter was frozen looking at her reflection. Then as if something hit her she turned her head. Their eyes met in the mirror. Sandi gave a little grin and turned back so her ass was facing him.

Peter couldn't get a read on what just happened. He was caught staring face to face with his girlfriend's naked mother. And did she just encourage him or just blow him off?

He didn't move as Sandi began to wash her hair, then ever so calmly reached back and cracked open the shower glass door. If that wasn't a signal he was about to make a huge mistake.

Peter entered the steamy room, shutting the bathroom door behind him. He set his coffee down and dropped his boxers to the floor.

He stood there like an idiot with his leaking cock pointed at the shower. Sandi didn't turn around, she just kept washing her hair.

Sandi still didn't turn as he then stepped into the shower behind her. She had to have heard the door. Was he getting this right or wrong? His hard cock was a quarter inch away from Sandi's back. She reached forward and poured a copious amount of soap into her hands.

As Peter stood there he watched as she soaped her tits, her stomach and her hips. Her hands worked down to her pussy making soap cirlcles then around to her ass.

Slowly her hands moved up behind her to the small of her back, where her small fingers happened upon Peter's super stiff erection.

Slick hands rubbed the top of his dick, then began to stroke his cock as he moved forward.

"Oh," he moaned as soap mixed with pre cum. He closed the space between them and reached around her, taking a beautiful freckled breast in each hand and finding the hard nipple each one held.

Her head leaned back into his chest as she pumped hers out. Peter felt one hand drop down and rub his balls as the other picked up strokes and speed. He moved even closer as Sandi bent and pulled his cock until it was pointing at her ass cheeks.

He bent as his greased member made it's way between her soft ass cheeks. He could feel the head of his cock against her ass chute as his hands groped lower, fighting their way between her legs till one finger was able to penetrate her love hole.

Seconds later it was all over, as Peter shot his saved up load between Sandi's wet, soaped ass cheeks.

"Fuck," he yelled. She held him as shot after shot of cum spurted out, and continued stroking till he stopped spasming. He watched as one hand held his empty pistol while the other gathered a handful of cum from between her ass cheeks and rub it on her stomach, then up and over each of her nipples.

Peter was speechless as she finally turned around. He stared down at her beautiful naked body. In return Sandi smiled up at him.

"Good morning," she said, still massaging his drained cock. "Let's make one thing clear. Unless I tell you otherwise you always cum inside me. Got it?"

"Got it," Peter answered. Sandi smiled and stepped out of the shower telling him she was already late for work.

She walked by him as he was sitting in the kitchen twenty minutes later, wearing her business casual outfit of a brown skirt with an orange button up blouse. Her face made up to perfection. She filled up a to go cup with coffee and grabbed her car keys.

She was almost at the door when she said, "Maybe one kiss."

She bent down and their tongues met. Peter's hand quickly found its way up her leg, and under her skirt before it fought through her panties to discover a wet slit.

"Maybe one more kiss," she added, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to the side.

Peter was now face to pussy. He dove in as she grinded her snatch into his lips. He had tasted her daughter's gash but this; this was magic. His tongue pushed forwards, separating her small lips and darting in and out like a small cock fucking her. Hands grabbed each of his ears and pulled his face between her legs. As he sucked he felt her stomach roll into him, she was cumming hard on his mouth.

As quick as she came she stepped off the chair, straightened her skirt and walked out the door. Anyone standing on the other side would have never guessed this professional woman just had her pussy eaten seconds before.

That was the magic of Sandi. And that's how it had begun. They didn't speak much more of it. For the next two days nothing happened and even when they brushed by each other Peter had no idea if this had been a one off thing with her.

On the third day Peter was at their house for dinner. Wine was flowing and dinner was delayed as they had to listen to boring stories of Keith's work. The saving grace was there was decent music playing in the background.

Peter was sitting in the back yard across from Sandi who was wearing a short blue dress. He swore he could see her legs open slightly across from him as they talked, but felt he may have been imagining things. It seemed like a year since he had cum on her ass in the shower, and a lifetime since she let him taste her.

As the grill on the patio heated up Kins got a work phone call and walked toward the side gate toward the front of the house. As she disappeared Sandi cut off Keith and said it was time to start cooking. Keith headed to the house to get a plate of marinated chicken. Peter passed him at the patio door as he went inside to take a piss.

The downstairs bath window looked out into the back yard and as Peter was draining his lizard he could see Keith at the grill through the opaque glass. As his stream filled the bowl the door opened and closed quickly. In a second Sandi threw a towel on the floor and kneeled next to his stream of piss.

His stream had not quite finished before Sandi engulfed his now growing cock in her mouth, sucking him like her life depended on it.

"Keep your eyes on him and the gate," she said between sucking his member. She gripped his now hard cock, stroking it into her mouth. Peter couldn't even reach her tits, he had been ambushed and hadn't even had a chance to flush. "Tell me when you're close," she added.

Peter stared down at the beautiful mother of his girlfriend sucking his cock with her husband in his sight. It was exciting and dangerous for sure, and she was giving him the best blow job he had ever had. Keith suddenly turned from the grill.

"I think he's coming in," Peter said.

Sandi didn't stop or look up, she just kept bobbing on his rigid johnson.

"Fuck," Peter said, "I think I'm cumming." With that Sandi unhooked her mouth. She stood and turned, bending over the sink and lifting the blue skirt up to her waist. She had nothing on underneath. Peter took an angle and sank his fluffed hard on directly into Sandi's wet hole. He grabbed her hips and began pumping into her.

Outside he could see her husband returning to the grill. As he reached for her tits which were bound in the dress Sandi ripped the front open and released the front snaps of her bra.

"Fuck me hard," she said. Peter could feel the base of his cock against her wet pussy lips. He couldn't help looking out the window and right as he saw Kins walking back in the gate he came inside her mother.

"Mmmphh," is all he could muster to say. As he finished pumping his cum into her he pulled out.

"Get out there," Sandi said. As Peter began to holster his weapon she stopped him.

"One sec," she said, then bent over and took him in her mouth, cleaning spots of cum off his deflating cock. When she finished she stood and Peter could see trails of milky fluid dripping down her leg from the load he had just given her. He pocketed his penis and quickly went outside.

Later, as they sat outside after dinner there was no doubt Sandi was flashing him. Except now it was clear she had nothing on underneath as she spread her legs across from him. As opportunity presented itself she would swab some cum from herself and put it on the rim of her wine glass as Peter watched.

That next weekend the temperature had heated up and Kins had her group of friends over again. Plenty of drinking again and a return appearance by Jansey. This time the petite blonde had no bra on and her tiny small nipples were the hit of the party, at least as far as Keith was concerned.

He managed to get the young blonde tipsy and again cornered. He had mastered the tit bump while he discussed nothing with her and it was painfully obvious to all what he was doing.

There was also plenty of crossing paths with Sandi in close quarters and this time his cock was getting brushed with each pass.

The night had ended almost like the last get together, with Jansey as a visitor to the couch and Kins taking an early exit. After Keith finally stumbles to bed it was up to Sandi and Peter to get Jansey settled.

Again they walked her to the bathroom. Her flimsy tank top looked stretched and open as they guided her inside. As Sandi closed the door to the bathroom she immediately took Peter's tongue into her mouth. Peter grabbed a handful of tit as they kissed.

Sandi smiled at him as she put one hand inside his shorts and stroked his hard cock.

Then she said, "I want you to fuck her tonight."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck Jansey. I can tell she's dying to have you inside her. But I want to watch. When you lay her down make sure her head is toward the curtains."

"But she's a..."

Sandi cut him off, releasing his cock. "She's a woman who wants to fuck. So fuck her. But let me watch you."

Sandi walked away. When Jansey came out of the bathroom she had only her tank top on and no bottoms. Her blonde pussy hair shined in the moonlight hallway as she walked barefoot with Peter's help.

When they got to the living room they found the curtains had been pulled and a blanket and pillow were on the couch.

Sandi had set the bed with the pillow toward their heavy curtains. It was extremely dark in the room. Peter helped her to the couch. As she sat down she looked up at him and smiled, removing her tiny top and giving him a full view of her tits then spreading her thin legs so he could see her entire gash.

When her hand next moved up his leg under his shorts he made no attempt to stop her. Her tiny hand found a huge hard on fighting to get out. With her other hand she unbuttoned him and his shorts and boxers hit the floor.

No words were exchanged as she pulled most of Peter's seven inch missile directly into her mouth. One hand held his cock down and the other reached under his balls.

He was staring down at the gorgeous blonde sucking his cock when the corner of his eye caught the edge of onecurtain moving. Out stepped a naked Sandi, smiling as she played with her own beautiful tits, seeing her lover getting a blowjob in front of her. He watched her lick her finger and move it down between her open legs.

After a minute of slow sucking Jansey let Peter slip out of her mouth and turned toward him on the couch, spreading her legs as she did so.

"I want you inside me," she whispered.

"I don't have a condom," he replied.

"I don't want one. I want skin. Your skin."

Jansey spread her legs further open. Peter climbed between them on the couch and ran his hand across her nipples. He moved it down between her legs. There he found a tight wet pussy yearning to be entered. Jansey grabbed his cock and guided it toward her. She circled the tip against her slick opening and guided him in.

Peter steadied himself with his hands and kissed Jansey as he entered her. He pushed slowly forward till he was past her walled opening. As he slowly stroked into and out of her he could hear her breathing increase as well as her smoothness. Her sweaty tits swayed against his chest. He kissed her again, and could see her closing her eyes as she savored the moment.

That's when Peter felt Sandi's hands running down his back, on his ass, and on his balls. She had moved closer and was behind the couch and him. He kissed Jansey deeper, blocking he from looking up.

"It feels so good," Jansey said, adding "Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine," Peter replied.

As Peter continued slow thrusts Sandi rubbed his ass until he felt a nail run from his

prostrate down the underside vein of his cock. She was almost holding it in place and as he stroked the feeling was fantastic.

Peter stopped for a moment to gather himself, and as he did he felt her finger move down toward the head of his cock. As it reached the circumcision ring she moved till it was directly next to him. Sandi shoved his balls urging him to move forward and as he did felt a finger inside Jansey along with his dick. Slowly Sandi got her finger in far enough so she could curl it.

"OH MY GOD," Jansey almost shouted, "I'm cumming."

With that her stomach rolled as Peter watched as her eyes rolled back and her body heaved. Peter felt something wet and wonderful in or near his ass, causing him to explode inside the walls of the young woman's pussy.

He leaned in and kissed Jansey, and as he did felt Sandi grab his hand. She had moved to the front of the couch and now contorted his fingers till they were inside her. She was so soaked with pussy juice it was literally running down his hand.

He could feel her viciously rubbing her clit as she held him in place, and felt the older woman cum hard on his twisted fingers. As he lay there Sandi disappeared almost magically, and that was how their relationship began and had continued.

She was normal one second then the sexiest beast in the world the next. Peter got ambushed regularly and loved it. He and Kins were getting along great and Sandi seemed happy. He was pretty sure she was fucking other people but he didn't care as long as he could find his way inside her mouth, pussy or ass.

So now here he was presented with a spread pair of legs leading to a well used set of pussy lips leaking his own cum. His choice was lick it clean or be late for lunch and probably not get laid tonight.

Peter took out his phone. "Text Kins," he said.

"Text what?" his phone answered.

"Shit babe, tire needs air, maybe flat."

"Texting Kins," his phone answered.

Peter dove in and began cleaning Sandi's cum filled pussy. She leaned into him as he took what he could and what was left her rubbed on her face. After a minute or two he felt that familiar grab on his ears, guiding him till his tongue hit the right spot and Sandi came against his face.

"So much better," she said, "kiss me then go."

The two lovers entangled tongues before Peter grabbed his clothes and virtually ran out of his girlfriend's mother's bedroom.

"Dinner tonight," she yelled as he left.

Sandi lay there legs spread till she heard Peter drive off. Still naked, she got up and walked over to the dresser. She looked directly into the small jewelry box, spreading her pussy lips to the miniature camera it held.

"Hope you got that Joe," she said, smiling. "Love you."

Joe looked down from his screen at the handful of cum against his stomach. He grabbed a mechanics rags and gave it a wipe before pulling his shorts up and heading back upstairs from the basement to Janice.

"Love you too," he said, closing the laptop.