Recent Post: TINYS BLACK ADVENTURES TINYSBLACKADVENTURES Just fine, Mrs Taylor." I answered trying to keep my pecker covered. And then shit-knockers didn't Linda's mother sit down right beside me on the couch.
"Whatcha got there." She asked, nodding towards my hands. There was a little smile on her face. "Is that why my little girl ran into the house and up to her room, crying?"
"Mrs Taylor, I ... I." I couldn't think of what to say. How do you tell a woman that your pecker is hanging out of your pants because you were trying to get her daughter to jerk it off? I wasn't afraid of what she would do but I was afraid of her husband. Let me tell you a little bit about Mrs. Taylor. She was pretty in an older MILF kinda way.
She had kids late and was in her 30s when she had her youngest, Linda. Now, in her late 40s, she was still attractive. She had shoulder length, red hair that had streaks of grey but it looked sexy. She was maybe 5'5" and was a little chubby in the hips. Not fat, but full figured. Her boobs weren't overly big, maybe a 34 B, what did I know? All I knew is that they were a nice shape and in the cool night air the moonlight showed her nipples were erect.
I could smell her shampoo and it smelled like apples. She still had a little smile as she looked at my face. My dick had been going down but when she looked at me like that it got hard again. She put her hand on top of mine. It was almost like she was touching my naked dick. My head got fuzzy and my heart was pounding. "Let me tell you a story." She said.
