MILFs – Part 4

MILFs – PART 4

“Ohhhhhh, Mark, I can’t get enough of your big, stiff cock!”

Constance squirmed happily, the walls of her pussy applying exquisite pressure on Mark’s deeply-embedded penis. She loved the feeling of him inside her wetly-clinging vagina like this. He was sitting naked on a rustic, straight-back wooden chair in her cabin, and Constance was sitting astride him, also naked. Her arms rested on his shoulders, her wrists crossed behind his neck, as she slowly moved on him, her hips slowly rising and falling. The position was so comfortable for her that she felt as though she could fuck him like this all day, and love every minute.

It was the morning after Mark’s late-night threesome with Constance and Betty. He had left Mona and Constance at the pool sunbathing at about 9:00 am. He had the afternoon lifeguard shift that day, and had told his mom that he was just going to go take a long walk in the woods, maybe read a book or something. As he said it, his eyes had inadvertently drifted down to his mother’s amazing breasts, overflowing her skimpy black bikini top. His look was not lost on Mona or on Constance. Nor did either of them fail to notice the bulge that began to appear in his loose shorts.

As he was about to leave, Constance was telling Mona that she was going to go work out in the spa’s exercise room. As she said it, she had glanced toward Mark and signaled him with a clandestine wink, and Mark was pretty sure that he was about to be the recipient of yet another marvelous fuck with the willowy redhead. Mona had given her friend a sardonic glance, one that made Constance wonder of she was on to her. But Mona hadn’t said anything further. Mark had arrived at Constance’s cabin an hour later, and Constance had eagerly welcomed him inside.

Mark’s hands slid up to cup her breasts from underneath, and he bent forward to take one of her protruding nipples into his mouth. Then he let it pop out from between his lips, and teased the eager bud with his tongue. He looked up at her and grinned. “You can have it anytime you want it, Constance. I can’t imagine any place my cock would rather be.”

“Hmmmmmm….I’ll bet I can,” she said, smiling, remembering Mark’s quick glance at his mom’s breasts. “But right now, I like it right where it is!”

He looked at her quizzically as she resumed her slow rocking motion. Her snug pussy felt like fine silk as it gripped his cock. “What do you mean?” How could there be any better place for his cock than this? Except for….

“Oh, nothing,” she said, a slightly bemused look on her face. “Just a passing thought.” She leaned forward and kissed him, their tongues softly touching. His hands slid around her and down to her ass, holding it as their kiss deepened. He moaned softly as she sucked on his tongue, thrusting into her mouth as if it were his cock.

After a few moments, Constance broke their kiss and leaned back, gazing into Mark’s eyes as they kept up their slow, gentle lovemaking. “Mmmmm…you’re such a wonderful fuck. Mark, do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Sure, Constance. I think we’re getting to be good enough friends.” His cock swelled inside her, and her muscles gave it an appreciative answering squeeze.

She laughed, her voice low, throaty, marvelous. “Mark, how many girls have you had sex with? I mean, not counting me and your Aunt Betty.”

“Three.” Two of them had been girls he knew from high school, and one was a teenage Latina maid named Elena, who worked there at the spa.

“Did you like it? I mean, were they good lovers?”

Mark figured Constance was fishing for a compliment, and he was more than happy to provide it. “They were okay, I guess. But nothing like you.”

Her sensuous lips curled in the beginnings of a smile. She could listen to this all day. “What do you mean?”

“Well…I guess I mean that they were all sort of shy, not sure of themselves. I never knew what they wanted, what they liked, and they didn’t tell me. I don’t even know if I was that good at it, or if they…you know, came? And it was always kind of uncomfortable, we were always afraid of being caught by their parents or somebody.”

Constance laughed. “Well, SOMEBODY sure taught you well!” Her muscles tensed, squeezing his cock again.

Mark grinned. “Maybe…but I’ve learned so much more about sex from you, just in the past two days! And it feels so great with you…” He trailed off, working his aching cock slowly in and out of her as she wriggled on it.

Constance gave Mark a penetrating look, her brown eyes probing deep into Mark’s blue ones. In this position, every movement they made seemed to gently stimulate her clit. “Mark, do you know why you like fucking me so much?”

“Because you’re beautiful, sexy, because I’ve fantasized about doing it my whole life?”

She smiled. “You’re so sweet. No…it’s because you thought you couldn’t. Because I’m so much older than you are.”

Mark nodded. “Well, yeah, I guess that’s true. I never thought I’d ever be with you…like this.”

“Did you like fucking your Aunt Betty, too?”

Mark grinned, remembering. “Ohhh, yes. I guess it was a little weird at first, but after I got used to the idea…I loved it!”

“Don’t you see, Mark, it’s the same thing. You loved fucking your aunt because you never, ever thought you could. Because it’s illicit. Forbidden. It’s incest, Mark. There are laws against it. Society says it’s wrong.”

“I know….but…she wanted to.”

“That’s right….she wanted to,” said Constance, rocking gently, undulating her hips, the muscles of her pussy massaging his rock-hard cock, almost sucking on it. “And you wanted to. Mark, society is wrong. It shouldn’t be illegal. You and your Aunt Betty are consenting adults, capable of making your own decisions. It’s not like she’s going to get pregnant and have your child. She just wants to fuck you. And you want to fuck her. It’s not wrong, what you did, what we did, what we’re doing right now. Society is wrong. Nobody’s hurt, and all of us get what we want. What we need. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Don’t worry, Constance, I’m not feeling all messed up or guilty about it or anything. I loved every minute of it.”

She smiled. “I’m glad, Mark, because your Aunt Betty is going to want to do it again and again, trust me.” She leaned forward, bringing her lips to his ear and whispering, her tongue teasing inside. Her breath in his ear was like a warm breeze. She enunciated her words slowly, carefully, in a way that sent chills down his back. “And so am I. Now, fuck me, sweet boy.”

Mark’s cock throbbed insistently inside her.