Nellie's Mom

I'm thinking over this while waiting for the kids to go in outside of school. There she is: Nellie's mother. How come I don't feel physically attracted to her?

5 min ago I was standing, hands in my hoodie's pockets and my wife came to hold one inside. She knows I adjust my willy inside my briefs to the left so she met me where she knew she'd end up secretly holding my trunk in front of everybody. She pumped cautiously, nursing my full erection far beyond my thigh. What a naughty wife I have. I love you Michelle.

I endure several morning woods daily and the spongy tissues inside my man-meat were still dilated, but Nellie's mom inspired nothing. Well-endowed women tend to get buxom, which I love. Not even in your tight leggings, Becky.

There's something on her mean looks and apparent disdain. Not acknowledging our presence when our kids go to class together... That dirty blonde hair, mean looks...

Five years ago, one more year, one more end of course party at our primary school. Friday's evening in June, summer already here. After several shows for the kids, parents gathered together in tables according to classes and talked about their adult things during dinner.

The yelling, the playground... parents, teachers, kids. Light evening breeze but steamy atmosphere.

My wife all busy chatting with other moms. Things are low between us. She loves these reunions because she can't stand to be with me alone.

Not feeling any connection, I wandered around eyeing on my kids playing joyfully. It's disco time. I hate this.

And there she was. Under the colorful spotlight of the DJ lights set. More dads noticed her, for sure. Blonde, smiling, and lustful. Big, round, and ripe natural melons under a tight white sleeveless t-shirt, with a cleavage that only left to imagination how her aureolas would be. Her bra was the hardest working one, even counting grandma's ones. Surreal jugs, thin waist, butt packed tight inside those short blue jeans. Almost 5'7'' of a female that stood out from her co-citizens.

Her husband was around their kids. By Nellie's age, this lady got out of pregnancy and nursing turgid and delicious. What a view.

My wife overlooked my feelings again and enjoyed her night away from me while I babysat. We were among the last ones leaving.

In bed, she turned by her side and I turned to mine.

Early in the morning, I got closer, cupped her buttocks lifting her light blue silk camisole. She moaned in an unconvincing complaint, so I fondled her boobs, and started caressing her crotch. I fingered her and, in no time, she repositioned herself, started arching her back, tits pointing up, until she came, convulsing heavily.

I noticed I had to work my own way, so I took off my trunks and mounted her. She laid motionless but met my strokes. I changed pace, angle... tried to do her from behind but she refused. I conjured myself to last long and enjoy, but she requested me to hurry up and finish. She reminded me that today it had to go out. When the tingles filled my hard-on, I took it out and ejaculated over her stomach.

In my luckiest days I would do boobs. She possesses a rich palette of 256 expressions of disgust. The day I was allowed to do face, one of her most intense ones showed. No more.

I laid besides her still panting and semi-erect. She wiped my semen away with toilet paper and turned her back to me to rest.

Well Edith, we've parted ways. After all that happened the following years, divorcing was the best. My unaesthetic dangling bits, as you said, and I have found a welcoming, enthusiastic harbor. All I was told that were perv fantasies are real. It's me the one who has to satisfy to exhaustion a sex goddess. I hope you and your asexual ways will find happiness. I have found mine.

In the darkness that night after the party, Nellie's mom in her topless splendor was approached by her husband. He grabbed her rack and humped her. 40 seconds and he was discharging. He felt asleep holding her in his arms. She sighed. In what seemed like an eternity, her juices stopped flowing and she closed her eyes.

That weekend I jacked off to her. During a brief private shelter from loneliness, my unwelcomed come as a sincere tribute to such an eyeful. Thanks Becky!