"Huh?" My foot nudged a discarded sneaker when I followed her inside moments later no-look locking the screen door. A few feet away, the second sneaker sat in the middle of the living room floor.
Angela aka Mrs. Gilbert was in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen which was adjacent to my bedroom peeling out of the leggings. Her long-defined legs came into view as she flattened a palm leaning against the wall removing an ankle sock, followed by the other.
"Oh." My eyes found a tiny triangular patch of fabric covering her sex which was also removed when she dug her thumbs into the side of the tiny bikini panties sliding them down exposing the clear strips at her hips. Her mound was shaved bald and looked inviting as Angela stood up straight removing her top like a t-shirt tossing it aside while looking me in the face.
"Oh shit." She reached up removing a tie releasing the utilitarian ponytail in the back of her head shaking out her shoulder length hair. Her mean looking narrow face was unchanged other than a half smirk as she crooked a finger beckoning me into the corridor.
Her tight toned athletic body was striking for a woman her age. I couldn't take my eyes off her thick rounded nipples, which looked like tiny bullet points.
I joined her in the hall and was catered to with a bit of muted intensity as she stripped my shirt off and unbuckled my belt, snatching my zipper down, roughly. My eyes roamed all over her modelesque body before she dipped out of view, taking my pants to my ankles as she did an open legged squat. This necessitated I step out of them one at a time after my own shoes and socks were removed.
Both of us were nude in that corridor; her face was level with my prick.
Her thin hands reached up pinching my balls making me wince before massaging them as they shifted to the base of my prick between all ten fingers. I would've thought it malicious of her, but realized it was part of her technique as five of them pressed down applying pressure while the other hand began roughly stroking outwards towards her face. This had the result of getting me fully at "attention" in seconds. I got so hard; my cock was visibly pulsing as her hands slid down to the front of my thighs.
Angela buried half of me in her mouth robotically bobbing her head towards her jacking right hand gradually taking more and more until the end of her fist was rhythmically touching her thin lips. The tip of my prick bumped about in her gullet hitting the top of her mouth and poking the interior of her right cheek a few times. It felt like I was getting harder as she added subtle movements in these slight circular movements that made my prick curve in the middle. My gaze drifted down, finding her peering into my eyes.
It was an angry look, one that she knew I was looking for as I momentarily wondered if it was permanently affixed to her face. Angela Gilbert was an attractive mature woman with a sort of intense, authoritative beauty. It was the reason I wanted my prick in her mouth and I really couldn't explain it but thought about a threesome I'd had with Charity and our mutual FWB Phoebe. I'd busted her wayward daughter out of the house with her arriving expecting me to collect on a sexual debt with the same angry expression I was now looking at in her mother's face.
These two were truly cut from the same cloth.
Her already narrow eyes became slits of apparent indignation as her lips drew back revealing her teeth suddenly clamping down on my thickened cock. There was no pressure applied, only the visual threat of her biting it off as my eyes went wide, mouth agape. She applied the slightest bit of pressure on the middle of my shaft making me whimper, then broke the connection with a chortle cupping her hand under her chin.
"I thought you wanted an angry blowjob; that's what you said you wanted, right?" Angela teased long stroking my cock from stem to stern. I chortled too, both of us slightly tipsy from the alcohol.
"Keep sucking." I lightly palmed the back of her head until a little more than half was wetly buried.
She went at it without further word or complaint this time loudly slurping and adding more tongue to the proceedings. Her hands traveled along my thighs massaging them while applying and even harder suction to my member. Her stiff posture was comparable to a life-sized Barbie doll or mannequin. Her palms came to rest flattened on the tops of her thighs. My prick was slightly bent looking as if it were spearing her maw as the proceedings got progressively sloppier. It almost felt as if it would break in two.
"Aw shit, aw fuck Angela." Her hungry moans sent me over the edge.
I exploded several ropes in her mouth as she hummed and moaned, sucking me off harder than ever. More cum spurted out glazing her pursed lips with one particularly strong rope arching across the bridge of her nose as she released me with an audible pop, huffing. She never stopped the intense angry looking eye contact throughout, ending things with a lick of her soiled lips. The visual had my manhood twitching as she gloated.
"Did you like that; is that what you wanted from me?"
I nodded blissfully tapping my prick on her glazed lips while some of my spunk ran off the edge of her chin. For some reason my mind drifted backwards in time inexplicably to the front seat of Mr. Gilbert's truck with their daughter Charity sitting in my lap as her mother dressed her down. The pointed sound of her voice even post coitus, made my cock twitch and bob right between her eyes. She noticed rearing up immediately taking me whole sucking and sawing her head back and forth getting some errant strands of stringy cum which she loudly slurped up. Her hand returned rhythmically pinching my balls with a little twist that made my legs wobble. My throbbing prick was released with an oily visible splash.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I like giving head; now, I think you said something about me sitting on your face, right?"
What followed was a literal reversal of fortunes as she mounted my head in that corridor assuming a posture on all fours, essentially fucking my face. It started with an open legged squat with fingers spreading her flower apart exposing the rich pink, glistening insides of her virtue. I left nothing off the table making a meal of her snatch with aplomb until Angela was obliged to kotow on my face, bucking and grinding her holiest of holiest feverishly.
Angela wasn't much of a talker preferring to let actions speak louder as she humped and swiveled her hips as if she were being taken from behind. I made it worth her while mashing my tongue against her clit randomly letting it slip between her folds which made her whimper. I returned her actions in spades licking and sucking wildly making a mess of myself as Angela got progressively excited. I went into survival mode as she arched her lower back groaning which carried in this haunted echo along the corridor.
Out of nowhere Angela reared kneeling upright with her knees framing the sides of my head. I was confronted with this ice-cold glare in her naturally narrow brown eyes while her nostrils flared. It looked as if she were about to pump me full of bullets for a minute, but instead she slid down my body raising that tight, toned athletic rump right above my business. Angela went into a position like she was about to run a relay race with all ten of her fingertips on the floor staring intently at my expression.
