As the Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, I was stirred awake by the gentle touch of my girlfriend’s Jennys hand and the sound of her mother bustling around in the kitchen pierced through the tranquility, filling the air with a symphony of pots and pans clanging and dishes clattering. Even from my place in bed, I could smell the rich aroma of coffee brewing and bacon sizzling on the stove. Despite the noise and commotion, I couldn’t help but smile at the comforting feeling of being surrounded by family.
“Mom making breakfast, why don’t you take a shower and join her in 15-20 minute, you know she feel so alone when dad is away” she said, before she kiss me and left for her shift at the hospital
Sandra, Jennys mom was 47 year, short, with long black hair, often set up in a pony tail and small round glassess in front of her deep brown eyes. I always thought she had a look like she was teacher.
Jennys father was the oposit, tall and very well built and was working on oil rigs, so he was away two week at the time, and today he would arrive in the afternoon.
When I came down to the kitchen Sandra was happy, and singing. “Good morning, here is someone that are happy” I said. Of course, Jennys father coming home today, two weeks without anything, if you know what I mean” She said and wink her eyes at the same time.
Although Sandra often alluded to sex when she spoke, it still often made me embarrassed and I felt my cheeks flush slightly at Sandra’s comment, but I tried to play it cool. “Well, I’m sure you’re both looking forward to his return,” I said, reaching for a mug to pour myself some coffee.
Sandra laughed, a warm, infectious sound. “Oh, you have no idea, sweetie. Two weeks is a long time for a woman my age.” She winked again, causing me to nearly spill my coffee.
I cleared my throat, searching for a change of subject. “So, uh, what time is he getting in?”
“Around four,” Sandra replied, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. “I thought we could all have a nice family dinner to welcome him home. You’ll join us, won’t you?”
“Of course,” I nodded, grateful for the shift in conversation. “Can I help with anything?”
Sandra smiled, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses. “You’re such a dear, but no, it’s already sorted, let’s have breakfast”
“So, how are things going with you and Jenny?” Sandra asked, as if reading my mind. “You two seem pretty serious.”
I paused, a fork hovering mid-air. “We’re good,” I said carefully. “Really good, actually.”
“I heard you both last night” she said, and smile
I felt my whole face change colour, and I didn’t know what to say. When Sandra saw my face, she just laughed. ‘You know me and Jenny talk about everything’ she continued, I still not knowing what to say.
She moved closer to me, and Whispered in my ear “she says you have the biggest cock she’s ever seen, and when you have sex, it often hurts at the beginning”
I had never thought of Sandra as sexy, but now when she was sitting so close I that I could feel her warmth, along with her perfume, I fealt my cock start to wake up.
My heart raced as Sandra’s words hung in the air between us. I tried to formulate a response, but my mind was blank. Sandra’s proximity and the intimate nature of her revelation left me flustered and aroused.
“I… uh…” I stammered, desperately trying to regain my composure.
Sandra leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. It’s natural. And between you and me,” she lowered her voice conspiratorially, “Jenny’s father is quite well-endowed too.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, acutely aware of my growing erection. Sandra’s gaze flickered downward for a split second, and a knowing smile played on her lips.
“You know,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes intense, “I’m sure Jenny won’t mind as long you do not come inside me.
I froze, my mind reeling at Sandra’s words. Was she really suggesting what I thought she was? I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Sandra’s hand found its way to my thigh, her touch electric through the thin fabric of my pajama pants. “Don’t overthink it, sweetie,” she purred. “It can be our little secret.”
My body was responding even as my brain screamed at me to stop this. I knew it was wrong, but the feeling of her hand inching higher was intoxicating.
“Sandra,” I managed to croak out, “I don’t think—”
She silenced me with a finger to my lips. “Shh,” she whispered, her face now inches from mine. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
Then she start to touching outside my pants and my cock, and I could not hold back a long groan.
while her hand came inside my pants, she stuck her tongue in my ear, and my whole body shivered.
I felt myself giving in to the sensations as Sandra’s skilled hand worked its magic. Her hot breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but let out another low moan. My guilt and hesitation were rapidly fading, replaced by a primal need.
Sandra’s lips trailed from my ear down to my neck, planting soft kisses along the way. Her free hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I turned my head, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that made my head spin.
When I fealt I was close, “Wait,” I gasped, pulling back suddenly. The haze of arousal cleared just enough for a pang of guilt to cut through. “We can’t do this. Jenny…”
Sandra’s hand stilled, but she didn’t remove it. Her eyes, dark with desire, held mine. “Jenny doesn’t have to know,” she whispered. “It can be our secret.”
The temptation was overwhelming, Sandra’s touch intoxicating. But the thought of betraying Jenny, of destroying the trust we’d built, was sobering.
With tremendous effort, I gently pushed Sandra’s hand away. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I can’t. I love Jenny.”
Sandra’s leaned back. “Of course,” she said, her tone neutral” and looked me deeply in the eyes.
“just let me make it nice for you now, then we’ll stop. I need to save my self for Jennys father tonight” she said In a hoarse whispering tone and at the same time she grabbed my cock and started to pull her hand slowly up and down again.
Then I could not resist any longer, I leaned over and we meet i long deep kiss.
Our lips moved together hungrily as Sandra’s hand start moving quicker. I pulled her closer, one hand tangling in her long dark hair while the other slid down her back.
I gasped into Sandra’s mouth as her fingers gently cupped and massaged my balls. The dual sensation of her stroking hand and teasing fingers was overwhelming. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
Sandra broke the kiss, trailing her lips along my jaw to my ear. “That’s it, baby,” she purred. “Let go for me.”
Her skilled hands worked in tandem, building me higher and higher. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, guilt and arousal warring in my mind even as my body surrendered to her touch.
“Sandra,” I groaned, feeling the familiar tightening in my groin. “I’m close…”
She increased her pace, her grip firm but not painful. “Come for me, sweetie,” she whispered urgently. “Let me see you fall apart.”
With a strangled cry, I exploded, my release so intense that my toes curled. Sandra’s hand didn’t falter, milking every last drop as the powerful orgasm ripped through me.
As my climax subsided, I collapsed back against the counter, panting heavily. Sandra’s hand slowly released my softening cock
As the last tremors subsided, reality came crashing back. I sat there, panting and sticky, overwhelmed by a mixture of satisfaction and crushing guilt. Sandra reached for a napkin and gently cleaned me up, her touch now maternal rather than sensual.
“There you go,” she said softly, her voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite identify. “Feel better?”
I couldn’t meet her eyes. “I… we shouldn’t have done that,” I mumbled, fumbling to tuck myself back into my pants.
Sandra sighed, and with a strange look and in neutral tone she answered “Perhaps not. But what’s done is done.” She stood up, smoothing down her clothes. “Why don’t you go take a shower?
After a quick shower, I went home to myself
Later that evening I promised I will come for dinner, after a bit of persuasion from Jenny, “you’ve also promised mum you’d come and have dinner with us” she had also quickly added.
When Sandra opened the door, she winked at me and said “I’m glad you came” and gave me a quick hug.
The evening was difficult for me, as I struggled to concentrate and couldn’t decide where to focus my attention.
My gaze towards Sandra was now filled with desire, which only made me feel more guilty about what had transpired between us earlier in the day.
Even though I knew it was wrong, I started to tell myself that it wasn’t really that bad. Instead of me wanking myself, it had been Sandra’s hands wanking off me.
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