Mrs. Williams hung over my shoulder and groped my crotch about halfway through our task but Kasey ran her off.
She retreated to the couch and pretended to read a magazine. It was obvious she wasn’t really looking at the thing because she was holding it upside-down.
When Kasey pointed that out, she threw it down in a huff and stomped up the stairs. Kasey cackled in laughter. I tried to hold it in – but ended up busting up as well.
Once our classes were scheduled, we applied for whatever aid & scholarships we saw pop up. Neither of us were what I would classify as poor – but we were still going to struggle a little – so every tiny bit helped.
In Kase’s case, it might give her a way to get out from under Grandma Williams’ tyrannical rule earlier. Unfortunately, however, any monies she was awarded would just reduce the balance owed – which would actually just save the old hag’s pennies.
Maybe there was a heart in there, somewhere, and she’d at least share a little of it with Kasey? I know, I know – but a boy can dream, right?
I closed up my laptop, put it in the bag, and gave Kasey a hug & kiss – intending to leave.
She talked me into sitting on the couch and cuddling – waiting to see if we could stall until her mom came out of hiding – and maybe guilt her into fixing us a late lunch.
I sat on the edge of the couch and waited for Kasey to put up her computer.
When she returned, she jumped over the back, slid between me and the seat, and wrapped her arms & legs around me.
I melted back into her. This felt so good!
I leaned my head backwards and she gave me a Spiderman kiss. She must’ve gotten the image in her head at the same time as me and we spoiled the kiss by giggling and blowing air into each other’s mouths.
She pushed my shoulders forward a little and started playing with my hair. I don’t know if a girl had ever done that before. The hairs – all up and down my neck & back – were standing on end – and my dick was getting hard.
“Um, Kase?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re gonna need to stop that.”
She snickered, “Why?”
“It’s a little erotic.”
“Seriously?!”
“Yeah.”
“I think you get a hard-on from any bodily contact,” she complained.
“Well, honestly, the hugs were just super-cozy – but this hair thing has me feeling like I touched an electric-fence.”
“Switch me.”
“What?”
“Trade me places.”
I got up and she scooted forward. I climbed behind her and sat down.
My dick was immediately very happy.
“You pervert!”
“There is nothing perverted about your perfectly-proportioned posterior.”
She snort-laughed.
“Get your dick out of my ass, mister!”
“Can’t. Just focus. I’ll try to get it to behave.”
“Whatever.”
She leaned her head forward and I massaged the back of her neck – and her shoulders.
“Mmm. That’s nice.”
I worked from her cheeks, to her ears, along her neck, down to the top of her spine – and then a little harder on her shoulders.
“Easy ..”
She rolled her shoulders and raised her head up.
I ran my fingers through her hair – massaging her scalp – along the top – along the front – down the sides – and back along the top.
“That feels good but I can kind of see what you’re saying. If I imagine you’re coloring my hair, it’s okay – but – if I think about your penis in my ass ..”
“You’re thinking about my penis being in your ass?”
She growled at me and jumped up. Her mom was standing behind the couch.
“Do I need to separate you two?” Mrs. Williams laughed.
“Mom! Reggie’s touching me inappropriately.”
“Seemed pretty appropriate to me,” she said, chuckling. “You two hungry?”
“Yes!” we chorused together.
“I’ll make sandwiches if you two will get salads, some fruit, and drinks.”
I’m not sure that was the menu Kasey had been hoping for – but we went with it.
As we ate, Mrs. Williams asked us about our conversation with Pastor John. I don’t know if she was worried that we were going to admit to the two of us fucking – or if she was just generally curious about the meeting.
I grabbed Kasey’s plate & things and followed her mom to the dishwasher. She put her items inside, took what I was holding and added it – taking a little longer than necessary – leaning forward a little more than was required.
I lifted the edge of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She hadn’t moved. I assumed she was waiting for something. I stroked the tip of my finger along her slit – it was wet.
“Yes..” she moaned, “Please, Reggie..”
“Please what?” her daughter called from the table – where she had her tablet out.
“Your mother has no panties on under her skirt and she’s bent over the dishwasher – begging me to help her out.”
“Just push the start button,” Kasey giggled.
Her mother scowled back at me.
I reached between her legs, found her distended clit, and gently rubbed it.
“Fuck, yes!” Mrs. Williams, gasped.
“Did you get it turned on?” Kasey asked, looking up again and giggling.
“Not sure,” I replied. “I may have to try again. Maybe I didn’t push the button hard enough.”
My future mother-in-law stayed where she was – but she spread her knees – giving me easier access to her button – and everything in between.
I dropped my pants, slotted my now-swollen prick into her perfect pussy – and then reached around to hold onto her clit again – before shoving forward and burying my penis inside of her exquisite quim.
“Fuck!” she moaned, grabbing hold of the counter with both hands to steady herself.
My hands went to the counter as well – just outside of hers – as I started drilling in & out of her amazing pussy.
“You get it started, finally?” Kasey laughed.
Neither her mother nor I could compose a sentence to respond.
I wasn’t sure about my former teacher – whose beautiful body I was currently invading – but I couldn’t even come up with a whole word.
I grunted as I powered my aching cock in & out of her slippery sex.
I kept my left hand on the countertop – but reached under her blouse to find her tender titties – to abuse those – like I was abusing her taut twat. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
I groped both of her breasts – thumbing her nipples until they were rock-hard – continuing to drive my flesh-sword in & out of her gripping tightness.
My balls were churning – building a huge load of splooge for me to dump into this woman – my fiancee’s mother.
Her moans were getting louder – as were my grunts – and still I plowed her depths.
Her sexy sounds were propelling me. Her pussy felt so good – dragging up and down the length of my rod.
“Fuck!”
I was getting so close!
I gripped her right breast – hard – and started really pounding into her.
We both grunted as our sexes slammed together – again and again.
I stood up, grabbed her hips with both hands, and started jackhammering her twat – my nuts slapping against her mons each time I bottomed-out inside of her.
I don’t know if my eyes rolled up into my head or what – but the lights went out. I was fucking blind.