This started with Walter attending a classmate's graduation party. The classmate's mother, Marjorie Slade is a beautiful black women with a classical dancer's body. Walter spent that night (part1) and the next night (part 2) in her bedroom. In part three, they spent all day and night together at a cottage attached to the George Eastman House.
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Marjorie woke him the next morning by softly taking his flaccid cock in her mouth. Walter opened his eyes and looked at the brown-skinned woman in the early morning light who was gently coaxing his cock with her mouth and hands. Then he realized he had not washed his cock after ravaging her ass last night.
"Ah...I have not washed yet." He stated tentatively. Obviously he did not want her to stop. She a finger to her lips to silence him and she continued! He had seen movies about ass-to-mouth but this woman, who just a few days ago was a just his friend's mother, was actually doing it to him. When he was hard she mounted him from the top.
She looked at him as she slowly rode. They fucked slowly and wordlessly while staring into each other's eyes. Neither said a word as they took their time. He caressed her small brown breasts as she rolled her hips back and forth on his shaft. When she came it was without much noise—just soft moans of pleasure. Walter followed a few minuets later while softly kissing her. He never made a sound and Marjorie felt his warm cum gush, filling her with its warmth. She felt guilty because it was a unilateral decision to mount him, but she trusted him and herself. It was dangerous and foolish, but it felt great and it obviously gave him pleasure too.
As they lay there in the afterglow of this latest round of lovemaking, they giggled and teased each other about who cried out the loudest during last night's orgasms. It was such a carefree time for Marjorie, where the pressures and worries of the world seemed in proper perspective after so many years.
"I want to thank you so much," she sighed. She rolled next to him and ran her hand across his chest. "I just never knew this was what it was supposed to be like."
"It's not like I'm working hard at this," he answered. "You know I'm enjoying it too."
"You are working hard at it," she giggled. "That's why I need to get you into the shower before you start to smell."
"I'm not the only one covered in body fluids." She unraveled her self from him and got out of the bed. Pulling him up, she lead him to the bathroom. The shower was an old-fashioned chrome rain-head type hung over a very large claw-foot tub. He started the water as she arranged the shower curtain, then they both got in.
They took turns soaping each other up. Walter stepped back and enjoyed the sight of the white soapsuds sliding down her dark breasts, across her firm belly, and dripping from her dark bush. He slid behind her and used his course chest hair to scrub her back while his hands kneaded her soap-slick breasts. Although her breasts were small, there was just enough to be able to feel the weight of them in his hands.
Walter's ever-faithful cock again rose to the occasion, and he shifted it so it rested against the crack of Marjorie's ass. As it grew, she became aware of it and started to slid up and down against it.
"Oh, baby." She moaned. "I feel it. You're doing it to me again!" She leaned forward with one hand on the rim of the tub, the other holding her ass cheek aside. Obviously she wanted something in her ass again. Walter rinsed the soap from the areas, and put the head of his cock against her anal rosebud. He started to push into her.
"AAHHH!" Marjorie wailed in pain. Walter pulled back immediately.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh my God," she moaned. "It's so sore back there. I thought the itching was asking for more. It's just too sore." She turned to face the young man. "I'm sorry, baby. No more there today."
"It's alright," he answered, caressing her. He turned her around and she was almost crying. He smiled at her and then kissed her deeply. Walter bent down and sucked her beautiful dark nipples in his mouth. Each one, in turn, hardened in his mouth. Scrubbing her pussy clean, he knelt down to eat her out, almost drowning when she leaned back and the shower water came cascading down her chest. Walter continued to lick her twat until she almost fell as she came on his face. He held her up gently until she recovered.
"It's your turn now." she grinned at him. She caressed his young, pale body, sucking and nibbling on his nipples as she moved down his body. She carefully rinsed and caressed his manhood, stroking it with her hands. She turned them both around so the water was falling against his back. Then, kneeling down, she took him into her mouth. She looked down in awe at the sight of her black lips on his white cock.
Marjorie's hands pulled on his butt, causing more of his shaft to disappear into her lips. Her fingers pulled his ass-cheeks apart, allowing the water to wash over his anus. As her lips reached the base of his shaft, her finger slid over his sphincter, pushing him to the edge. Walter grabbed the shower curtain rod and rose to his toes, and Marjorie knew he was right on the edge. Her finger slid into his ass, feeling his prostate. He screamed as she forced him to ejaculate into her mouth. She swallowed it without any hesitation, moaning her pleasure at the taste of his seman. Then she wiggled her finger against his prostate and was rewarded with another ejaculation, smaller than the first. She swallowed again and then released him from her mouth as she pulled her finger out of his ass.
He collapsed to a sitting position under the shower. She sat there and looked at him with a smile as she rinsed her finger off.
"I didn't know men could be multi-orgasmic!" Walter panted.
"Well good," she purred. "I feel like I've finally taught you something too."
They got out of the shower and dried each other off. They were very quiet as they dressed, helping each other and touching frequently. As they walked through the rooms cleaning up, they laughed at the evidence of their games: the outline of her body on the gloss finish of the dinning table, the dried sweat imprint of her ass on the kitchen counter, the twisted cushions on the living room sofa.
As they left the carriage house, there was a sense of leaving a fantasy world and returning to reality. She was very quiet as they drove away, and finally Walter was very concerned.
"Are you Ok with this?" He asked.
