For those of you who asked to have David get a piece of Monica's hot MILF mother, here you go.
Everyone is over eighteen, and consenting adults, so enjoy, and don't forget to vote.
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My phone rang, and I picked it up. The screen said 'Monica'.
"Hey Mon," I said, cheerfully. "Recovered from last night yet?" There was a distinct pause.
"Hello David," the voice said, purring with a deeply sensuous tone. "I was just wondering when I was going to get some of what you've been giving my daughter."
"Hello Karly," I replied. "How are you today?"
"Lonely," she whispered, "and terribly horny. I don't have anyone to play with. Remember my big tits, David? Remember when your face was between them? Remember how soft they felt? I'd really like to wrap them around your cock. Would you like that, David?"
Very much
, I thought.
Love to
.
"Did you hijack Monica's phone?" I asked, choosing not to state the totally obvious. The merely obvious would do.
"Yes. You didn't give me your number, so I had to take drastic measures," she moaned petulantly.
In the background, I heard Monica's voice.
"Is that my phone, Mom? Is that David?" There was a brief pause as she reclaimed her device, then she was no longer in the background. "Hi stud! I had so much fun last night. Where did you learn to lick a girl like that?" She giggled, as Karly moaned loudly in the distance.
"Hello? I'm right here, and I can hear you! No fair! No fair talking like that when you're keeping him to yourself. You're torturing me!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Mom! I'm sure you'll survive with your assortment of vibrators. What do you think, David? Should we cut the old bird in on the fun?" she asked. In the background, I heard Karly again.
"Old bird? Old bird! Why you little bitch!" she giggled. "Is that any way to talk to the person who gave you life...and taught you how to fuck? Gimme that phone!" There was a struggle, with lots of laughing and tittering, before Karly came back on.
"David...I regret to inform you that my daughter is grounded for life, and will not be allowed any visitors, until I get to sample that big dick of yours. This is not a negotiation. So, it's your choice..." the struggle renewed, and then Monica was back.
"David! Help me please..."
I knew it was all play, but it gave me permission to jump Karly, so I was all for it. I'd been fucking Monica almost every night for over a week, and every time I was in a room with her Mother, it was made clear that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. She was a master at flirting.
Case in point...I was standing in the kitchen, waiting for Monica, when Karly walked in. She was hot and sweaty, obviously having been working out, and walked over to the fridge to get a drink. Whatever she did to stay in shape, it was working, and she didn't mind showing off the results of that fact. Dressed in a skin tight leotard, it was clear that there wasn't anything excess on her body...except in the areas where a little excess is desirable. She bent to grab a bottle of water from the bottom shelf, and gave me another peek at her
own
bottom.
The leotard was saffron yellow, and her sweat had rendered it semi-transparent in a few locations. She was almost naked in front of me, and leaned against the counter opposite, sipping her water and giving me the hungry look. I didn't know where to send my gaze. I tried to avoid gawking at her, even though that's exactly what she wanted. She wanted my eyes on her camel toe...her huge breasts, with their stiff, erect nipples...her plump, cocksucking lips. Without a word, she sauntered across the kitchen, her unrestrained breasts quivering delectably with each seductive step, and turned past me, wiggling her spectacular ass as she left. The back of the leotard was wedged in her crack, showing off the firm curves of her sexy butt, and she paused at the doorway for effect, giving me a parting glance, before disappearing.
There were similar occurrences every time I came to pick up Monica. She flashed me, blew kisses at me, rubbed 'accidentally' against me, bent over to show me her tits, bent over to show me her ass...subtle was not a requirement. She knew exactly what we were doing when we went out, and made it clear that if I would only jump her bones, we wouldn't have to leave the house at all.
***
I dialed the number, and listened to three rings before a sultry voice answered.
"David! How nice to hear from you!" she purred. "I have your number now, so you can't hide from me. To what do I owe this honour?"
"I've come to bail out my girlfriend," I said, and she let out this evil little laugh, like a villain who has just sprung the trap on the hero.
"You have? How delicious!"
"Yes. I'm out front now. Could you let me in?" I asked.
"Of course. I'll just be a minute." The line clicked off, and I waited patiently, looking around on the front porch. The door opened.
"Come in please," she said quietly, standing there looking fabulous. Clad in a black satin robe and pants, the outfit looked like a karate gi, but no black belt ever filled one so nicely. A towel hung over one shoulder, and she glowed with a post exercise sheen of sweat. "Follow me."
She led up the stairs, with me right behind her, staring unrepentant at her ass as it swayed under the satin fabric. At the top of the stairs, she turned right, and walked into a large sunroom that went over the garage. There were a few pieces of exercise equipment, and a heavy bag hung from the ceiling.
"Just let me finish my stretches, and then you can pay up," she giggled. As I watched her on the floor, stretching her legs impossibly wide, I began to realize that her garb didn't just look like a gi...it was a gi. Her flexibility, the heavy bag, her incredible fitness and athleticism ; it certainly made sense.
"Karate?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, bending sideways with her legs spread nearly 180 degrees. "Also tae kwon do, jeet kun do, and some jiu jitsu. Surprised?"
"Honestly, yes," I replied, "and a little terrified. Please don't get mad at me!"
She leaned forward, resting on her elbows, her big boobs hanging in the open neck of the robe, and looked at me with a wry smile.
"Keep my daughter and myself horizontally happy, and you have nothing to worry about," she said evenly, then winked.
"No pressure there," I laughed.
"Don't fret. I hardly ever kill any of Monica's boyfriends, either for attitude problems or in bed. Hasn't happened in months." Another wink. "Help me up?" she asked, spinning on her hip and bringing her legs back together. She extended her hand, and I stepped forward quickly.
"Yes Ma'am!" I said obediently. When I pulled her to her feet, the movement under the robe led me to believe that there would be very little if anything found when the gi came off.
"Relax David. Now, you can either wait for me in bed, or join me in the shower," she offered. "Your choice."
Well that decision took all of a millisecond. The only thing better than a naked buxom beauty against your body, is a wet...slippery...soapy... naked buxom beauty.
I'm in
.
I followed her into the bathroom. She reached into the stall, and turned on the water, before turning to face me. Her eyes wandered down my body, and a lascivious little grin erupted on her face.
"So, you're mine, now, huh?" she asked, stepping closer. Apparently, the look I'd seen in Monica's eyes on several occasions was an inherited trait, because Karly was giving me the same smoky, demanding gaze right now. Her own baby blues were screaming 'fuck me'. Her hands wandered across my chest, claiming and caressing, and working their way up to rest on my shoulders. She tiptoed up, and pressed those beautiful, kissable lips to mine, a gentle introduction to the pleasures that were still to come.