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"A lot of girls are having their pussies waxed completely bald, these days, but I think I like the 'landing strip' look. What do you think, David?"
"Uh, I like the 'landing strip' too, Mrs. Anderson."
She put her hands on her hips and turned to inspect her derriere. "What do you think about my ass, David? Is my ass too fat?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Anderson. You have a nice . . . uh . . . ass . . ." I couldn't believe I was talking to my best friend's MOM about her pussy and her ass.
"Are you sure my ass isn't fat?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Anderson. You have a nice ass. Your ass is, uh, very nice." I wasn't just saying this as a compliment; Mrs. Anderson had a tight ass.
Mrs. Anderson turned, her bright blue eyes possessed an almost hypnotic power as she looked at me over the tops of her reading glasses. "I can't believe you've been in here for five minutes now, looking at my bare ass . . ."
Uh-oh, I thought, I've done something wrong.
". . . and you're still got your clothes on . . ."
I undressed. My cock was already hard. It was sticking straight out in front of me, like a wooden rod.
Mrs. Anderson went to her knees before me, clasped her hands behind my back, and took my hard, hot meat all the way down into her wet mouth.
I had to put my hands to her head to steady myself, taking care not to mess up her hair.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM . . ." she moaned as she sucked me, then, taking a break, "Gawd, how I missed your cock."
Her mouth was wet and sloppy on my cock. Saliva dripped from her lips and flowed down the length of my shaft. I looked down as Mrs. Anderson stroked my rod into her mouth, watched the diamonds on her wedding set sparkle as her hand went up and down my length.
She glanced upwards as she slurped on my pole, and this added a dimension of personal closeness to it; like, instead of me having my dick sucked, Mrs. Anderson was sucking my dick, and by looking me in the eye as she did so she was acknowledging the act.
Oh yeah, her eyes told me, I'm sucking your cock. I'm your best friend's mom, I'm forty-five years old, I'm a married woman, and I'm down on my knees before you with your cock in my married mouth.
"Ooohh . . ." I shuddered and gasped as I savored the sight of Mrs. Anderson's red-painted lips on my cock, engulfed in the silky wet velvet of her mouth. The sight of her manicured hand encircling my rod, tugging it up and down and into her mouth, was bringing me close to the edge . . .
Then just as abruptly as she'd started she released my cock from her mouth. Holding it before her like a microphone, the quivering end of my cock mere inches from her lips, she looked me in the eyes and said simply, "Fuck me now."
Without releasing my cock from her hand, Mrs. Anderson rose to her feet and led me by the cock across the room to her king-sized bed. Their bed. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson's bed. I was to fuck her on the same bed she fucked husband on, apparently.
We lay on the bed. As I moved on top of Mrs. Anderson, between her legs, another phase shift occurred. Suddenly it was no longer me on the receiving end of a blowjob; we were face-to-face, embracing one another and the swollen head of my cock pressed right on her outer pussylips. My best friend's MOM's pussylips.
"Uh, Mrs. Anderson . . ." I began to say.
"I think it's alright for you to call me Irene, David."
"OK, uh, Irene . . . I think I need to ask you a question . . ."
"What is it, David?" she said as she reached down to part her pussylips for me.
"Uh, I need to ask you . . . are you . . . do I need to . . .?"
"Just don't come inside me, David."
"OK, thanks, that's what I wanted to ask you about."
"Now shut up and fuck me."
"Uh!" I groaned as I shoved the blunt head of my cock against her pussylips, then "Uh .