My little Lady
Stories that aren't usually told, but are impossible not to share, have been happening to me quite often lately. The reason, strangely enough, is love. That strange thing that connects the concepts of warming, romantic relationships and sex full of lust and perverted fantasies. And I'm realizing more and more how little I know about love, the longer I play with it. Judge for yourself: Foxie and I have been dating for over 1.5 years, and we lived together for 1 year of that, but only now, after another fight and moving apart, have we finally found peace and mutual understanding, which couldn't help but be reflected in our sexual relationship.
Recently, for example, we beautifully "celebrated" her graduation. A jacuzzi, a huge bed, cream, strawberries, champagne, a mirror that lets you feel like porn actors, and a bunch of our toys. Regarding the last few items, I forgot to warn you: Foxie and I are quite the perverts. That's exactly what my premiere story will be about.We were sitting in Foxie's kitchen when the characteristic sound of the intercom rang through the apartment, notifying us that her mom had arrived. I was feeding the cat, Foxie was eating after work. The cat didn't eat for long when he heard someone coming up the staircase of the Moscow Khrushchyovka building. I opened the door, and he ran out to greet the mistress along with me.
— Hello, how was your day? Tired? — I blurted out with standard phrases under the cat's meowing.
— Hi. Fine. Dead on my feet. Tom, get in the house! You rascal! — I heard in response.
For a woman over fifty, she looked good and carried herself even better.
— Hi, Foxie. Enjoy your meal. Are you staying here tonight? Or are you going to Vova's?
— Here. What, you're against a man in the house? Or do you have plans for tonight?
— I'm not against it, stay. I'm just very tired. Let's eat and I'll go lie down, I can't take it anymore.
Despite her exhausted appearance, there was a spark of cheerfulness and affection in her voice. I don't know if she's really okay with my periodic overnight presence in her house or if she's restraining herself for her daughter's happiness, but I'm always glad of her presence and very happy that such a woman could become my second mother.
We ate traditional Asian food. I didn't eat much, unlike Foxie, who polished off her plate and washed it all down with Coke. After that, we scattered to our own affairs: me to bed with the laptop — to watch a movie, Foxie to the bathroom — to take a shower after a whole day of running around Moscow, her mom straight to her bedroom — because her office work had apparently completely worn her out today.
I never found a movie, so I started watching random stuff on YouTube, when soon Foxie joined me, plopping down on her side between me and the computer, and immediately started demanding her laptop: classmates, VKontakte, TV series. I got bored and, lying with her in the "spooning" position, started trolling her: under the blanket, I stroked her back with my fingernail tip, inhaled the fresh scent of her hair and the nape of her neck, pressing my whole body against her and hugging her breasts with my hands, stroked her thigh from the outside to the inside, lingering on the latter and pressing her slightly towards me. Apparently, my attention didn't go unnoticed, and when I, stroking her tummy, slipped my hand into her panties, I felt how wet and hot it was there.
— How can you even read anything right now? My fingers feel that you're clearly more interested in my advances.
— I wasn't reading. I was thinking. — She said with a smirk and a squint that was simultaneously sly and playful, as if ready to do something daring.
— About what? — I asked, smiling, and gently cupping her crotch with my palm.
— Mom is tired and will obviously sleep soundly, and I want to sleep too, but unfortunately my little pussy is on fire and it needs someone big to "calm it down". — She started cooing in a lustful little voice.
— You're completely crazy, your door doesn't close. And the bed is in plain sight from the hallway. Can't you really wait until tomorrow?
She began in a whisper:
— We're lying and watching a movie now just like always. You're pawing me just like always. And something big is pressing against my butt and won't leave me alone, and you can't see any of that from under the blanket.
In the darkness of the room, indeed, nothing was visible except our faces, illuminated by the monitor screen. Behind the monitor, the hallway door was clearly visible, which gave a complete picture of the apartment's layout and simultaneously prevented us from being caught off guard.
I squinted, looking into her eyes and thinking over everything she said. She made a funny 32-tooth smile and let out a prolonged "Yyyy". In response, I hugged her breasts, pressed my whole body against her back, and gently kissed her neck, inhaling her fresh scent. Her "Yyyy" quietly transitioned into a soft "Aahh," followed by an escalating "Oooh," "Mmm," and my favorite "Uuuh."
Her pussy was wet in my palm, and her legs were spreading wider and wider. To which I reminded Foxie that we weren't alone, and she should look decent. She understood everything and, wriggling a bit, slipped her hands under the blanket, moved my hands away from her waist, pulled her panties down a little, and after jerking my cock behind her back, guided it into her pussy, then hugged herself with my arms and lay down as if nothing had happened.
— Is that good? — she asked, batting her eyelashes.
— You, my dear — I whispered in her ear, driving my cock deeper into her pussy.
She closed her eyes and asked me to stop as deep as possible, after which she took matters into her own hands. With movements of her hips, she would impale herself, then grind on the cock, and the rotations in general caused sparks before my eyes and tore a groan from my lips. She was clearly milking me and getting indescribable pleasure from the process. From the process and my reaction, not from the strong sensations my cock gave her inside. She liked the feeling of fullness, the control over me, but she liked the feeling of the extremity and perversion of what was happening even more.
She watched me over her shoulder. I kissed her and enjoyed the process, just as she enjoyed it. Also the extremity, also the feeling of perversion. I didn't want to cum, I wanted her to bring herself to orgasm while trying to make me cum. And it seemed I was succeeding. She was less and less interested in me, and more and more immersed in the process. Her pussy was flowing more and more with each second, and it seemed my cock, legs, and pubic area were all soaked in her juices. I felt her start to ride the cock sharply and jerkily, and suddenly she bit her lip. (Specially for .org — ) I understood everything and smiled a victor's smirk.
She relaxed, unable to do anything. And at that moment, sounds came from her mother's room. Apparently, mom wanted to go to the toilet and got up without having gone to bed. We had no choice but to pretend to be watching the movie, which we had left playing in the background for cover when Foxie let me inside her.
We exchanged glances to convince ourselves everything looked decent, but I didn't pull my cock out; on the contrary, I covered her mouth with my hand and made a couple of pulsating thrusts so she would understand: if anything happens, we'll both get in trouble, and I'm going all the way. We lay down like a sweet couple, waiting for further events. The door opened, and mom walked down the hallway past our door straight to the bathroom. The sound of taps and running water was heard. Apparently, she got hot or she wasn't sleeping and decided to take a shower. Either way, I didn't dwell on it, and when I realized I had a couple of minutes, I again covered Foxie's mouth with my hand and started pounding her like in hardcore porn, because I was on the edge myself from everything that had happened. Her eyes widened, either from the overwhelming sensations after the orgasm, or from fear of my passion and the possible consequences. She held back her cries and moans as best she could while I was raping her. It wasn't even half a minute before I jumped up, grabbed Foxie by the hair, and, planting her mouth on my cock, discharged a stream as she likes it. She swallowed with satisfaction and smiled.
We both collapsed onto the bed without strength, covered up, hugged, and fell into a sweet sleep.