Sex w/MILF teacher + dating her hot cheerleader daughter.
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~~~ Breakfast ~~~
I woke up in a cozy bed – in a room filled with daylight – obviously not my game-cave.
I was not alone.
I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Williams looking at my face, smiling.
“You hungry, handsome?”
“That’s not the question I was hoping for,” I teased, crooking an eyebrow at her, “but yes.”
She started laughing – and threw the covers back to roll out of her fluffy, pillow-top bed.
I watched my sexy lover as she struggled to capture those massive mammaries – and corral them into the sports bra she’d grabbed.
She noticed me noticing.
When she bent over – to pull on the matching panties – she turned away from me, bent forward farther than was required, stepped into the leg-holes – revealing a glorious gap for me to admire – and then, slow as molasses, she slid the tight garment up her long, luxurious legs – shimmying her hips to tug them into place – finally hiding her cute kooch within.
She turned, looked me in the eyes, and bit her lower lip.
Now I knew where Kasey got that shit from.
“When I wake up from this dream, I’m going to be so, fucking, disappointed,” I said. “I hope, at least, that I’m covered head-to-toe in jizz.”
My former Science teacher – the Goddess of Belmont High School – started snort-laughing.
I was trying to focus on her bouncing breasts but the snorting got me – and I started laughing as well.
She put on a fluffy robe, walked around to “my side” of the bed, and threw the covers off of me – looking down at my naked body – and morning wood – that had just been bolstered by her little show.
She held out her hand, “Come, dear boy.”
I took it, replying, “Yes, Beloved.”
Downstairs, Kasey was sitting at the dining room table with her tablet and an empty cereal bowl.
Mrs. Williams brought the jug of milk and a couple boxes of cereal from the kitchen.
I went in search of the bowls & spoons – with a little guidance from Kasey.
As we finished our brief meal, I looked across the table, at my curvaceous lover, and raised a lusty eyebrow – checking to see if she was ready for Round 3.
“I think I need to stop before I overdo it any more – my pussy’s a little sore – thanks to you.”
Kasey looked up from her device, “Serves you right, acting the slut all night long!”
Her mom looked over at her – and then her mind, obviously, went sideways.
“Sorry, mom,” Kasey apologized, watching her face. “I sound like grandma.”
“First of all, no, you don’t. Second of all, you’re not wrong – and I enjoyed every minute of it,” she said, briefly looking over at me to deliver that message. “I got a little carried away – trying to catch up. You just caught me off-guard and I wonder what your father would say.”
“Daddy would say that you’ve been punished enough. ‘Where’s my goddess? I must supplicate.'”
Mrs. Williams started laughing, “You almost sounded like him.” Her face grew a little sad. “God, I miss him!”
“Did you feel worshipped – last night,” Kasey inquired, “with your twat full of Reggie’s ‘offering’?”
“I did,” her mother admitted, replaying something in her head and smiling.
“I guarantee you – if daddy was watching from Heaven last night – he was happy for you.”
“Thank you, baby. Have I told you that you’re my favorite daughter?”
“Once or twice – but I won’t stop you, if you want to tell me again.”
Mrs. Williams got up, walked around the table, and wrapped Kasey in a hug.
“I’m not pushing you to escalate your time-table – or shortcut your analysis – but I’m seriously going to do my best to fuck your boyfriend to death before you decide you’re ready for that cock of his.
“TMI, mom.”
“Your father was definitely more experienced but ..”
“Mother..” she growled.
Laughing, her mother said, “You know you’re beautiful when your freckles all turn pink, right?”
Shaking her head in frustration, Kasey said, “If you’re finished embarrassing me, I think I’ll walk my boyfriend to his car.”
Mrs. Williams stepped over to me, pulled my face up for a soft, sensuous kiss, and then wrapped me in a hug – squeezing my body in between my favorite twins.
She pulled back to look in my eyes, and said, “Thank you – for everything – agreeing to this crazy idea, the sex, the laughs, the sex, ..”
“Mother..” Kasey warned.
The hot cheerleader – in a rose-colored, silk pajama shirt & shorts set that hid way too much – stood and extended her hand for me to take. I joined her and took the proffered hand – interlacing my fingers into hers.
On the way outside, she suggested we chat in the car – so I let her in the passenger side and went around, climbing in to join her.
“Are you busy Friday night?” I asked mischievously.
She nibbled that lower lip again – so – of course – I kissed it.
“If you’re like the other guys I dated,” she began, “you will quickly become tired of my frigidity.”
“Frigid? Because you’re not ready to fuck? You’ve already got me, sitting here, salivating, waiting for your little lip-nibble Pavlov’s Bell .. just so I have an excuse to kiss you.”
Her soft giggle was intoxicating.
“.. and I hate to mention my other lovers – but I’m pretty sure any blue-balls you manage to give me – will be graciously evacuated by your nymphomaniac mother.”
She laughed this time.
“She might actually only fuck you twice next week – I was really surprised when she didn’t want to go another round this morning. She and daddy weren’t very quiet with their love-making and the sound carries in that house late at night.”
I nodded.
“Would you think I was weird if I admitted to rubbing myself, listening to them?”
“Well, I kind of wondered how you were .. um .. taking care of business. That makes more sense, kind of.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Most guys I know are turned on by every one of their five senses – and jerk off more than once a day. I don’t know that many girls but you don’t seem abnormal to me.”
“I really like you. I hope this works out.”
“I’ve already told you I think every part of you is hot – including your oversized cranium – but I can repeat it if you need to hear it again.”
She nibbled that lip once more.
“Seriously? You keep this shit up and you’ll be riding my cock within days,” I teased, as I sat back up from delivering her requested kiss.
“I will, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Pretty cocky.”
“Very cocky. Very cocky up your koochie.”
She laughed, “You’re horrible.”
“You’re beautiful. Can I kiss you?”
She nibbled the lip again.
I turned sideways in my seat, took her face in my palms, and looked into those crystal-blue eyes.
“You give my brain a hard-on.”
She started laughing, “That’s the dumbest ..”
I silenced her with a kiss.
I simply pressed my lips to hers and waited for her to quit trying to talk past the contact.
When she relaxed, I kissed her – trying to pour all of my feelings into it. No tongue. No games. No dramatics. Just ‘I love you’ as a kiss.
I finally ended it – but still held her face – watching to see if she approved.
“That was nice,” she admitted. “I guarantee it’ll be at least a month before you see my pussy – and you’re still a dork – but that was nice.”
“I’m a very patient man. Methodical even.”
“Man?”
“I’ll let you decide, when you’re ready.”
She giggled.
I released her face.
“You definitely like to play with my head, don’t you?” she grinned.
I opened my mouth to spin her words back as a double-entendre ..
“Don’t even!” she laughed, throwing the palm of her hand onto my face & mouth to stop what she knew was coming.
I just laughed into her hand.
When she dropped it – but took my hand in hers – I asked, “So, can I see you Friday night?”
“Is four too early?” she asked, grinning.
“I’ll make it work,” I replied.
“Okay. Pick me up at four. Take me to do something fun – then we’ll go to dinner – then we’ll come home and ‘Netflix & chill’,” she said, smirking.
“Food?”
“Surprise me.”
“No help. Fine. You want a surprise ..”
“Nothing living!” she countered.
“Damn! Foiled again!” I said, dramatically.
She didn’t take the bait but smirked.
“If you leave the parameters wide-open, it’s hard to say what you might get ..” I offered.
“I’ll chance it,” she said, grinning.
I held my thumb & forefinger to my chin, and crinkled an eyebrow, as if I were plotting.
She ignored my play-acting.
“Something fun? Any specifics or constraints for that part of the evening?” I asked.
“Not really?”
“Putt-putt?”
“Less competitive – more mentally stimulating ..”
“Hmm, okay. I’ll have to work on that. Do I get bonus points for creativity?”
She laughed – but gave me a quick peck on the lips – before releasing my hand, scooting to the door.
“See you Friday at four,” she said, climbing out.
As she headed into the garage, she turned to look at me. I blew her a kiss.
She returned one of her own.
I pinched my arm – just to check – and then started the car, backed out, waved at the neighbor working on her flowers, and headed home.