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90210 Mrs. Walsh Enjoys DylanMrs. Walsh opened the door and was shocked and very happy to see her daughter’s boyfriend. Brenda was out, but she invited him in any way. Always happy to see his young handsome face around the house, she brought him into the kitchen and began talking to him, neglecting to mention Brenda was probably gone for the afternoon. So was her husband and son. All were off doing other things, leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself. She had been doing just that too. She had been doing laundry when she accidentally bumped against the washing machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine, zipped up and went to the door. Five minutes later she was sort of happy she had. Dylan had jogged over to the house and he was wearing a tight T-shirt and short thigh hugging shorts. Mrs. Walsh had never found his body very appealing, always wondering what her daughter saw in the boy, but with a sheen of sweat and a tight pair of drawers, she could see what got Brenda going.It was getting her going too. Soon she was locked in the dilemma of talking to the boy for hours or finding a way to get him out the door so she could masturbate and fantasize about his young body. She felt a bit perverted thinking of her daughter’s boyfriend that way, but she had fantasized numerous times about her son’s friends.“Mrs. Walsh, I’m really sweaty, is there any chance I could borrow your shower. I don’t want to stink up your house.”Her heart leapt at the thought of the boy naked in her house. Why shower, she wondered. She liked the way he smelled right then and there. But she also liked the idea of letting him use the shower though because while his shower was going, she could entertain herself. She led him to Brenda’s room, telling him to use her shower. She returned to the bathroom with towels, hoping to catch him shirtless and he was. Unlike her husband, his body was still very firm and almost hairless. Mrs. Walsh felt a warmness in her loins and she hurriedly excused herself, bee-lining for her room where her shorts and undies fell and her fingers played their magic.After her orgasm was done, she passed by the room, noting that tuzla escort the shower was not running anymore. She suddenly realized the poor boy had no clothes to change into. Although his running around naked was a fine idea from her point of view, a 18 year old naked boy would get her in major trouble.She grabbed some clothing from her son’s room and knocked on her daughter’s door. There was no answer, figuring he would have the bathroom door closed, she opened the door and stepped into the room. He didn’t have the bathroom door closed and Mrs. Walsh saw more of Dylan than she had expected. He was standing over the toilet buck naked, his right hand jacking himself off. With the door open she could hear his moaning and the music coming from Brenda’s stereo. He had been so into what he was doing, he hadn’t heard the door open.She stood aghast, mouth open, her free hand dropping to her still moist crotch. He was so into what he was doing, his teeth were bared and he had bent slightly at the knees, his hand moving more quickly. The phone rang and Mrs. Walsh let out a yelp of surprise. Dylan twisted suddenly, his hand in mid-pull, his face registering shock and shame. The clothes in her hand fell and she looked from him to the phone and back again. Dylan stepped away from the toilet, his hand still wrapped around his tool. On the fourth ring the machine downstairs picked up the line and the two stood still in silence.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walsh. I don’t know-“ he began to say but she moved forward, crossing into the bathroom and kneeling down before him. Pushing his hand aside, Mrs. Walsh rubbed her hand up the length of his long stiff penis. Her lips formed and oh and she tongued the pre-cum, loving the taste. She hadn’t given head since her husband’s birthday five months before but within in moments she was back at it, loving the feeling it gave her.Dylan groaned his approval and leaned his head back, loving the sensation of Mrs. Walsh’s mouth sucking his dick. He was so turned on it was unbelievable. The pit of his stomach was beginning to hurt as his orgasm neared. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend’s mother was blowing him or that it was so much better. Unable to control himself anymore he warned of his climax but she kept sucking him. That turned him on even more, considering her daughter always pulled away, making tuzla escort bayan him shoot it in the air. He pumped his load into her mouth, spraying the back of her throat. Mrs. Walsh swallowed every drop, knowing it turned guys on. She didn’t like the taste much but from her years experience she had learned guys like to get off in women’s mouths. Upon finishing his orgasm, she continued tweaking his dick, wringing out more cum. She even went so far as to pull it from her mouth and rub him off more with her long thin hands, licking off the residue cum for him to see.Leaning back on the carpeted floor, Mrs. Walsh undid her belt and Dylan obediently dropped between her legs. Without a word, he pulled her shorts and panties off, noticing the wetness and knowing the blow job had caused it. His mouth went to her bush, slurping at her vertical smile. Mrs. Walsh groaned her approval and began playing with her own breasts as Dylan sucked her pussy. She hadn’t been eaten out in years and he brought her to a climax quickly and easily a few times.By the time Dylan finished eating her out, Mrs. Walsh’s top was off and her bra was askew. Dylan moved up her body, stopping to suckle her breasts. As he did, he felt. Mrs. Walsh’s hands begin jerking his penis. Five more minutes and he was again rock hard, dying to fuck Mrs. Walsh’s dripping cunt.With a solid shove he was in her and their bodies were one. Unlike Brenda, Mrs. Walsh was not a loud fuck and that left Dylan to do most of the grunting as he manhandled his long tool deep inside her. Her jerking body and kneading hands kept him going, while her long thin legs, ankles crossed, pushed him on. He finally came, depositing his seed in her with one mighty scream. He collapsed onto her body, their sweat dripping as they panted.Feeling a bit ashamed, she crawled out from under him and showered in her own room. When she stepped out, he was standing there, offering to towel her off. Declining the invitation, she toweled off her body and wrapped the towel around herself, confusing Dylan with her sudden bashfulness. She passed him, mentioning they should get dressed because Brenda could be home soon.She bent to retrieve her shirt and felt his hand pat her exposed snatch. Mrs. Walsh unintentionally moaned. Straightening up, she looked back to see him standing behind her, his hand still escort tuzla between her legs. With his free hand he tugged her towel down. The cool air caused her nipples to harden more. Dylan slid to his knees, his lips kissing her firm ass. Still rubbing her moist pussy with one hand, he used the other to separate her ass cheeks, his tongue probing her rear. Mrs. Walsh groaned again, loving the sensation. She hadn’t received a ream job since college. He tongued her asshole for awhile, while his fingers tickled her clit. She came long and hard.Before realizing it, she bent at the waist and demanded, “Fuck me from behind.”Dylan was shocked by her language and by the suggestion. Standing up, he grasped her thighs and pushed his erection into her slick trench. She grunted loudly, as his tool slid into her. She was so well lubricated that he quickly found a fast rhythm, and their bodies crashed together. “Wait a second,” she demanded, straightening up and forcing him to bend his knees. His cock slipped from her dripping bush, but he held fast to her hips. Clutching her, his lips kissing her neck, Mrs. Walsh could feel Dylan’s manhood trapped against her ass cheeks. It felt like a thick pulsating pipe. His hands slid around her body, roughly squeezing her breasts, while he rubbed himself against her. “Let’s take this to the bed.”Releasing her, Dylan followed Mrs. Walsh to the bedroom. They climbed onto the bed together, Dylan’s body dr****g over hers. He guided himself back into her from behind, Mrs. Walsh moaning her approval again. Kissing her back as he rocked his pelvis into her, Dylan thought he was going to shoot any instant. Brenda had never done it standing up with him and only once had he spooned her like this. Grabbing Mrs. Walsh’s thigh, he rocked to his side some and she followed suit, keeping him in her. He glanced up at the floor to ceiling mirror across from the bed. Mrs. Walsh’s teeth were bared and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. As he thrust and she matched him, her small breasts jiggled wildly. “Slow down,” she commanded, “I don’t want you to cum too fast.”He did as she ordered, slowing to the point that he was barely moving his prick in her box. Wrapping his hand around one of her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, while kissing her neck and ear. Soon even that was too much and Dylan found himself increasing the tempo to the point that the king size bed shook mightily. Her moans began to become audible and he joined, the two keening loudly. With a huge grunt, he deposited his third load of that day.END
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