Sexchat with my mom
The other woman’s moans as she was given a tongue-lashing were clearly evident.
Because I was “painting” with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on.She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it. Gallantly, however, I peered over her shoulder (ok, ok, occasionally I snuck a glance at her impressive cleavage) and paid attention.After moving around her, I looked at the pressure gauge, which was way too high, and cleaned out the trap, which was clogged with bits of leaves and grass.She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass. However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at to see Karen looking good in a knee- length robe.Believe me, I’ve enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I’d ever gotten that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out “You want it — come get it!I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. After I hopped the fence, I followed her over to the filter, adjusting my bathing suit in a completely futile attempt at hiding my interest.
Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. As she bent over, it became difficult for me to focus on the filter; the blue bikini bottom slipped a little further into the crack of her cheeks.
She pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit as she filled her glass.
Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat down, Karen on the couch, me on another couch facing her.
It was actually switching between two scenes, one of a very vocal woman with long black hair and medium-sized breasts being eaten by her husband, the other of a blonde with larger breasts (supposedly their daughter, I guess) listening to the couple and masturbating.
When the movie first started up, the blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples.
She also was lightly running her fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over and around her hard nipples.