0 comments/ 184206 views/ 15 favorites My Ex-Girlfriend's Mom By: nuyawka99 This happened the early 1980s, after dating my high school sweetheart, Kim. My name is Rob. We had lost our virginity to each other. We were in love, and naively thought we would spend our lives together. We both were born and lived in Queens, NY with similar traditional Italian values. Kim's parents, Vince and Jo (Joanne, I called them Mr. C. and Mrs. C.), were great, and treated me as their second son. Their son, Vince Jr. was a year older than me and Kim and was a good guy, who I often palled around with. Kim and I got along great in high school, and were your typical high school sweethearts, had sex often, mostly in her basement while her parents were upstairs. Rarely did they bother us, and they trusted me, so that made things easier. One afternoon before Mrs. C. came home from her job as a sales person in the perfume section at Macy's, Kim and I were getting it on hot and heavy in her bedroom. We were oblivious to everything, caught up in the excitement of adolescent sex, and we didn't expect anyone home for at least an hour or two. Suddenly we hear an 'Oh my God' coming from Mrs. C. who walked in on us, and was standing in Kim's doorway. I immediately 'pulled out' and rolled off of Kim. Mrs. C. was red-faced, yelling at both of us, but I felt that she was staring at my cock, which was still at full mast. Her gaze seemed like it lasted for an hour, when in reality, the whole episode lasted about 20 seconds or so. As she was yelling, Kim buried her face in her pillows from embarrassment, not looking at Mrs. C. I watched her the whole time as she stared at my erection, yelling at us, saying how disappointed she was in us. I got dressed, said a "sorry' to Mrs. C., and ran out the door and headed home, which was a few blocks away. The next day, Kim was upset and said she's been grounded for a week. Mrs. C. had agreed not to tell Mr. C. what had happened, so that was a relief. I cheered Kim up, and soon we were joking as if nothing has happened. Obviously, I never said anything to Kim about the perceived "staring" that her Mom gave to my erection. Things were a bit uncomfortable for me over the next month or so when I was around Mrs. C at Kim's house, although Mrs. C. never said a word to me about her walking in on us. We finished high school without any more incidents, and were ready for summer break. Mr. C. was what I considered to be a good guy and a good father. I could see why Mrs. C. was attracted to him, (they too were high school sweethearts) he was good-looking, great sense of humor, in good shape, and made everyone real comfortable around him. He was an English teacher in the NYC schools in Manhattan. Mr. & Mrs. C. were thirty years older than me and Kim. Mrs. C. had jet black hair which she always wore up. She was short, and was on the stocky side, but not fat. She had a large chest which I had always admired and due to her 5'2" frame, it made her breasts look even bigger. She always smelled good from being close to the perfumes. Overall, not bad at all for a forty-seven year old mom. Mr. & Mrs. C. had a cottage in the Catskills, which was about 2 hours north of the city, in upstate NY. During the summer, it wasn't uncommon for Kim's family to spend a week here and there at the cottage. I had been there a few times with them, and we usually had a good time. Mr. C. made plans for the family to spend the last week of June at the cottage. I was invited, but I was in a summer basketball camp that week that I really didn't want to miss. They went at least once a month during the school break, so I knew there would be other opportunities to go. A day before they were ready to go upstate, Mrs. C. complained of a migraine, she got them periodically it seemed, and decided not to go with the rest of the family to the cottage. I was there when she informed the family. She had the week off from work anyway, and said it would be nice to hang around and get some cleaning in. She added, "I'm sure Rob wouldn't mind checking in on me during the week." I said it wouldn't be a problem. I was a little surprised by the comment, but thought nothing was strange about it. I spent more time at Kim's house than at my own house, and I was like part of the family, as I stated earlier. They left Sunday afternoon and were to return the following Sunday. Kim and I had our 'goodbye' sex at my house the day before. My basketball camp was at the local high school, a quick bus ride away, and started at noon and ended at four PM. I told Mrs. C. that I would ride my bike over to her house in the morning and take the bus to the school from her street. She said that would be fine. She reminded me that if the door was locked and she didn't hear me knocking because she was vacuuming or something, just to get the spare key and come into the house. I arrived that Monday morning at Kim's house around 9:30. I parked my bike around back and knocked on the side door. No answer. I waited a couple of minutes, then got the spare key and let myself in. I heard the water running, and knew Mrs. C. was taking a shower. The bathroom door was open, but I made no attempt to take a look inside to see Mrs. C. behind the glass shower doors. When the water stopped, I yelled to Mrs. C. that I was in the house. She replied with an "OK." I sat at the kitchen table, peeling an orange, and had a clear view to the bathroom door. Mrs. C. came out of the bathroom, her hair wet and down, uncommon for me to see like that. She had on her usual white house dress, which I had seen her wear hundreds of time before. It was cut at the shoulders with no sleeves, and I often saw her white bra through the material and the straps at the shoulders when she wore it. I immediately realized as she came closer, that she had no bra on under the house coat. Her large breasts bounced behind the cotton house coat. As she lit a cigarette (she smoked when Mr. C. was not in the house) and turned toward me to talk, I noticed her nipples poking through the cotton coat. I also saw what appeared to be very dark looking areolas, and quite large, pressed against her house dress. I was aroused instantly. I had never seen her nipples protrude that way, or thought about Mrs. C. in a sexual way up to that point. She grabbed a slice of my orange, and ate it between drags of her cigarette. We made small talk for awhile, but I was so excited sexually, I don't remember what was said! Near the kitchen table was a counter that was used for newspapers, mail, ashtrays, etc. that separated the eating area from the cooking area of the kitchen. Mrs. C. was flipping through the flyers in Sunday's papers. I got up to wash the orange off my hands, and as I passed Mrs. C., I had a clean view of her left breast from the side of her house coat as she leaned forward to read the ads. The sleeveless house coat took on a new meaning in my mind. I was able to see her entire left breast as it hung beneath the house coat. Her breasts were larger than I imagined. I washed my hands, and returned, now behind Mrs. C., and asked her what ads she was looking at. With Mrs. C. being short and with me being close to 6' tall, now I had no problem seeing down the front of her house coat, with the top couple of buttons unbuttoned, as usual. My hard-on was growing fast again. I was real excited about the prospects of seeing her breasts, but had mixed emotions, because she was much older, and also my girlfriend's mom. I believe she knew I was enjoying the cleavage view, and she made no effort to move to a different angle to block my sight-line. After a couple of minutes, I sat back down and read the newspaper that was on the table in front of me. Mrs. C. finished what she was doing, made a pot of coffee, and joined me at the table. We made small talk for awhile, and soon it was time for me to get ready to go to the basketball camp. She asked me if I wanted to bring any snacks/refreshments, and I told her I would be fine. She asked me if I wanted to have dinner with her that night, I and told her that would be fine too, I'll be back around 5 PM from the camp. I was distracted the entire time at camp, thinking about Mrs. C.'s breasts, and her large areolas. I arrived back to her house as expected, knocked and walked in at the same time, as per my usual custom. Mrs. C. had the air conditioning on, as in late June in NYC, it was already fairly hot and humid. She welcomed me back, and informed me dinner would be ready shortly. "If you want to take a shower, you know where everything is," Mrs. C. stated. "Not a bad idea, I worked up a good sweat at the camp," I replied. "Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes," said Mrs. C. I grabbed a change of clothes in my gym bag, and proceeded to the bathroom to shower. I purposely left the door about half open, still thinking about Mrs. C's breasts from that morning. The glass shower doors are clear to see through, unlike some with the distorted glass. The way the mirrors above the sink were, if you looked at the mirror from outside the bathroom door, you could see into the shower area. I knew this from when Kim and I were in the house alone and I saw Kim showering, as I watched from the mirror. After a couple of minutes in the shower, as I looked towards the mirror through the water-dropped shower door, I saw Mrs. C. near the bathroom door, looking through the mirror at me. I got excited again. My cock started to harden and decided to give Mrs. C. a better view, turning more towards the mirror. I stayed like this for a minute or two, but never making eye contact with Mrs. C. My cock was at full erection, and I started to soap it up, and it felt great. "Dinner's almost done, Rob." Mrs. C. said from the door. "I'll be out in a minute, Mrs. C.," I replied. I rinsed off the soap, didn't ejaculate, and opened the shower door. Mrs. C. was still in the same area, a little further back, but still watching me through the mirror. The mirror wasn't steamed, both because I took a cool shower and the fact the door was half open. I was still at full erection; at seventeen years old, erections stay for awhile, especially if you don't shoot a load. Mrs. C. had an unobstructed view of me as I stepped out of the shower. Our eyes met through the mirror. "I didn't know you were at the door, sorry Mrs. C. I would have covered up." I stated. "Just seeing if you needed another towel or anything, no harm done, dinner's ready." I took a few minutes to dry off, hoping my hard-on would soften some, as I only had a pair of fairly tight baseball type shorts to wear. I didn't notice when I came in earlier, but when I came out of the shower into the kitchen/table area closer to Mrs. C., I immediately realized, just like this morning, she had no bra on. Mrs. C. was fairly old-fashioned I had always thought; Mr. C. too, and I never recalled seeing her braless in the two plus years Kim and I dated. Her breasts must have been at least 38D's, and I certainly would have noticed her braless prior to this, with all the time I spent at Kim's. Even the nights I slept on the sofa when everyone was home, I could tell she always had a bra under her flannel pajamas. I started to wonder if she was putting on a show for me; she knew the family wasn't around or coming back for a few days. Mrs. C. had on a low cut grey top on with dark shorts. I sat at the table and there was what seemed to me a weird silence. Was she still thinking about seeing me in the shower? I hoped she was. The table was set and I sat where Mr. C. usually sat at the head of the table, with a view out the front windows. "Can I help with anything?" I asked, breaking the silence. "I've got the dinner, but you could pour me a glass of wine. I opened a bottle a little while ago. It's in the living room." Mrs. C. replied. I got up to get her wine, and when I returned to sit, Mrs. C. was leaning over, putting the food on the table. I had a great view of her breasts again, and it seemed they got larger by the second. "I hope you're hungry Rob, seems like I made a lot of chicken. I guess I'm not used to cooking for just two." "I'm starving, I could put away a lot of these chicken cutlets. Besides, you know I enjoy you're cooking Mrs. C." "Thanks Rob, you always did a good job of eating whatever I prepared." We made small talk as we ate, nothing special, but I couldn't help staring at Mrs. C's breasts and the couple inches of cleavage that was showing from the low cut blouse. Her nipples seemed to point intermittently; they weren't on full blast all the time, even with the A/C on. After dinner, we both watched the evening news for awhile. Mrs. C. had another couple glasses of wine, and I could tell she was feeling good. She made a giggly laugh when she got a little buzz on, something I realized a year or so ago at a wedding we all went to. They had a sectional sofa; it was big and comfortable, with a velour type material. Kim and I had sex on this sofa many times. Mrs. C. took her usual spot on the smaller side of the sofa, I sat diagonal from her, directly in front of the TV. It was still light outside, and the room was fairly bright. Mrs. C. had her feet on the coffee table, and unfortunately, her knees blocked most her breasts. But with her shorts on and her knees bent, I now had a clean view of her lower buttocks. I saw what I thought to be her pinkish underwear line on her left leg. Her legs looked good; nice and smooth, and they were short with a muscular tone to them. Thinking about what was under those shorts, I was getting aroused again. "I'm gonna get going Mrs. C. The basketball camp was tiring, and I have to do it all week." "You know you can stay here if you'd like, just call your Mom and tell her." "Thanks for the offer Mrs. C. I have a couple of things to do at home anyway." "OK Rob, but you know it wouldn't be a problem, I enjoy your company." Mrs. C. replied. "Thanks again, I'm always comfortable here Mrs. C. I'll stop by in the morning, just like today, if that's OK." "Sure Rob. I'll leave the side door unlocked, just come in when you get here." "OK, I'll be here around ten AM tomorrow." I said. "Thanks again for dinner." "You're welcome, see you at ten,." I grabbed my bike from the side yard, and rode the few blocks home. Did she really want me to sleep over? Just the two of us in the house? I was excited at the thought, but nervous at the same time. I knew she stared at my cock twice now; was she looking for some pleasure from my rock-hard rod? I got home, went to my room, watched TV for awhile, and then jerked-off, thinking of Mrs. C. and what had transpired in the last day. The next morning I arrived at the house promptly at ten AM. I went in through the side door, and Mrs. C. was at the table having a cup of coffee. "Good morning Rob," Mrs. C. greeted me. "Hi, Mrs. C., how you doing this morning?" "I'm fine, did you sleep well last night?" "Like a baby," I replied. "Pour yourself some juice if you'd like, it's in the fridge." As I headed for the refrigerator, Mrs. C. continued. "Vince will be on his way back down from the Catskills to pick me up after lunch today. Should be here around three. Since I'm off from work and the house is in good shape, I'm going to join them for the rest of the week. My migraine is gone, so it will be nice to get away for at least a couple of days." I was saddened to hear this, but I put on the act. "That's great Mrs. C. It's good to get away, you deserve it." "That's nice of you to say Rob. They wanted me to ask you again if you wanted to come up there with us." "I'd love to, but I'm committed to the basketball camp." "No problem, there'll be other times, I'm sure," replied Mrs. C. "Thanks again for the offer though." With that Mrs. C. said she was ready for a shower, and for me to make myself at home. "You know where the remote for the TV is, go relax before your camp." "Good idea, Mrs. C." Mrs. C. had on a sexy light blue satin type teddy, very short on her legs, and an inviting V-cut top, which again, exposed her braless breasts. As she came closer to me in the kitchen to put her cup in the sink, the dark areolas were plainly visible through the teddy. She caught me leering at them, but just smiled, without saying a word. I proceeded to the living room, plopped myself on the sofa, and turned on the TV. Soon I heard the shower on and debated about getting a sneak peak at Mrs. C. in the shower. My nerves didn't allow me. After a few minutes I heard Mrs. C. call me from the shower. "Rob, I forgot to get myself a towel. Can you get me one out of the linen closet in the hall and put it on the sink for me?" Then she added, "No great rush, I'll be a few more minutes anyway." I had new life. This surely couldn't be an accident I thought. I was sure Mrs. C. had intentionally forgot the towel. My cock grew instantly at the thought. "Sure thing, I'll be right there." I sprang to my feet, grabbed a towel from the closet and brought it to the bathroom. The door was half open, just like I left it yesterday. My heart was beating rapidly at the excitement. As I neared the entrance, I saw Mrs. C. through the mirror. The shower door was wet from the droplets, but I had a good view of Mrs. C. shampooing her hair. Her tits were huge. Her ass looked great too. "Here you go Mrs. C." as I entered the bathroom. When she heard my voice, she turned towards me through the shower doors. Her tits surely had the large dark areolas, close to 3 to 4 inches around. I saw the outline of her dark full bush. She stayed turned in my direction for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only about 15 seconds, as she shampooed her hair. All I saw was elbows, tits, and pubic hair. I was frozen. Neither of us said a word. My cock was bursting through my shorts. Finally, I spoke. "Need anything else Mrs. C.?" "Not right now, thanks for the towel though." "I'll be in the living room if you need anything," I mumbled. "I'll be out soon, thanks." Mrs. C. came out of the bathroom and came directly into the living room where I was watching TV. She sat on the sofa next to me instead of in her normal spot. She had on a terry-cloth bathrobe that was tied in the middle. She came right out and confronted the situation. "Rob, let's just say we're even, if you know what I mean." "I know exactly what you mean, it was fun while it lasted," I replied. With that, Mrs. C. leaned over, gave me a little peck on the cheek, and then said I better get going to my basketball camp. The playful exposing between me and Mrs. C. was over, for now. As time passed and through our final high school year, Kim and I grew apart. She went away to college as she had planned, so did Vince Jr. I stayed local, and attended a community college. I spoke to Kim once every couple of months and we remained friends. We both had other boy and girlfriends. Kim and I spoke around Christmas of our sophomore year. She was home for break and she called me at my house, upset. "My Mom and Dad are separating. He's moving in with a 30 year old teacher from his school. I can't believe he would do something like that after all these years." "That sucks." I told her. "I feel sorry for your Mom, she doesn't deserve that." "She's taking it better than me actually." "Your mom seems like a strong woman, I'm sure she'll be fine." I said, trying to make Kim feel better. After some small talk, we hung up, vowing to talk again soon. A couple of months went by, the weather in NY was starting to warm up. I went to the mall after dinner one night with my current girlfriend, Donna, who I had met at school and been dating for a couple of months. As we walked through the mall, I saw Mrs. C. ahead of us, walking in our direction. My heart started beating rapidly, bringing back my memories of her nakedness a couple of years earlier. I had not seen her for almost a year and a half, although we spoke on the phone a couple times since then, just to say hello. My Ex Girlfriends Mom My name is Bobby. Before I tell this story, let me set it up by telling a short story first. At the end of my senior year in high school and into the beginning of the summer, I dated a girl for a few weeks but never got past making out with her. Her name was Jill. One weekend Jill and her mom, Lana needed to leave town and asked if I would check in on things at their house. I did as they asked and once, while I was there, I got on the computer and watched some porn, shemale porn. A few days after they got back, Jill and I got into an arguement and I broke it off with her. She tried calling my cell a few times in the next week, but I never answered. I haven't seen or heard from her or her mom since then and in a few years. Ok, now the real story! I was meeting some friends at a local bar and I got to the bar a little early and knew my friends wouldn't be there for a good twenty or thirty minutes. But I wanted a drink and decided to go in alone. I had parked out back and went in the back door. The bar was just inside the door, to the right and seating, a small dance floor, and a few pool tables on the left. I had been there a couple of times before but didn't recognize anybody. I pulled out a barstool in the corner and ordered a drink. The jukebox was playing some good music, but it was a little loud and I had to yell my drink order. I was close to the door but kind of in a dark corner at the end of the bar. After a few sips of my drink, I began looking around the room. I noticed a group of women getting up from a table as if they were leaving. From what I could tell, they were all good looking. Most of them headed to the front door, but one headed to the back door and right in my direction. She was about 5'6" tall, with long brown hair. She wore high heeled boots, a black skirt that came to just above her knees, and a white blouse that showed a little cleavage from her big breasts. Kind of a "hot business woman" look. Definitely a MILF! As she got closer I realized she looked familiar. She looked at me slowed down as she neared the door. Just as I figured out that she was my ex girlfriends mom, Lana, she stopped, smiled, and yelled, "Bobby?" I yelled back, "Hey, Lana! It's been a long time!" as I left my seat to shake her hand. She avoided my hand shake an came straight in for a hug. I always got the feeling she liked me, even felt like she was flirting with me a little sometimes. As soon as we made contact I could feel her big breasts smushing against me. Between that and the smell of her perfume, I was in heaven. "It has been a long time, Bobby!" she said. When we were done hugging, I sat back down and she stood next to me while we talked a little while. We both had to lean in pretty close to eachother to hear what the other was saying. After a little small talk, she said she was heading out and that she would shake my hand this time. So she shook my hand and leaned in and we said our goodbyes. But when she stood up straight, she kept a hold of my hand and just smiled at me for a few seconds. I was starting to feel kind of awkward until she looked around and then leaned back in and with her mouth right next to my ear, and said, "Do you remember when you checked the house while Jill and I were gone a few years ago?" Not sure were she was going with that, I said, "Uh, yeah." "Do you remember watching anything on the computer?", she asked. I instantly knew that she meant the shemale porn I had looked at. I guess I didn't earase all of it and she had seen something I watched. I was pretty embarrassed, so I just said, "Maybe. Why?" "Do those chicks with dicks really turn you on?", she asked. And there it was! Not knowing if I should tell the truth or not, I again said, "Maybe" "Have you ever sucked a girls dick before?!", she asked. Damn! She wasn't being shy at all! It was probably the alcohol. This time I was truthful and said "No" She said, "Why not?!" "Well, for starters, the opportunity has never presented itself!", I said, trying to be a smartass. She again looked around and then back to my ear and said, "Then how's this for a present?!!", while she pulled my hand under her skirt and up to her panties where she pulled them to the side and out flopped a dick onto my hand! I couldn't believe what was happening! She stood up straight and just smiled at me with her hands on her hips now. I slowly began to move my hand under her skirt while I looked around to see if anybody could see what we were doing. We were pretty isolated from the rest of the room, being in the corner. This was the first dick, besides my own, that I had ever touched. And it felt pretty big. It was limp and reached from my finger tips to about the middle of my palm. I leaned forward and said, "This may be the best present I've ever gotten!" She leaned back down and said, "I'm glad you like it!", just before she started kissing me. I was more turned on than I've ever been. I wrapped my hand around her cock and slowly started stroking it. It was starting to get hard, then she broke our kiss and said, "Ok we gotta slow down! We can't get away with what I got in mind, in a bar!" "What did you have in mind?", I asked. She said, "Finish your drink and meet me outside.", while she fixed her panties back. Then she walked out the door. I got my phone out and texted one of my friends that something had come up and I'd talk to them later. Then I quickly finished my drink and walked out the door to find Lana. It was pretty dark outside but I scanned the parking lot the best I could. Then I saw some headlights and heard a car horn straight ahead, about fifty feet out. I walked over and she rolled down the drivers side window as she was getting off the phone. I put my hands on the top of the door and leaned in a little to talk and see if I could see her cock. "So, what do you have in mind?", I said. She started pulling her skirt up and spreading her legs and said, "Well, the opportunity is presenting itself!" I saw the head of it first. It was laying in the seat. As she kept lifting her skirt, it seemed like there was no end to that cock. When her skirt was all the way up, she moved her hands up to her tits and rubbed them all over and said, "So, are you gonna take 'a hold' of this opportunity or what?" I immediately reached down and grabbed her big beautiful cock and started stroking. "Mmmmmmm, there ya go!", she said. It was quickly getting hard. When I felt that it was fully erect, I stopped stroking and just looked at it. "Holy shit, that thing's huge!", I said. "Oh you know it baby! It's ten inches.", she replied. "Son of a bitch! Really?!", I said as I got back to stroking it. "Oh yeah!", was all she said. I was trying to figure out how I could get my mouth on it when a car came around the building. I immediately stopped and acted like we were just talking. She said, "Do you want to ride with me or drive yourself to my place?" I really didn't want to leave my car at the bar over night, but I also really wanted her giant cock in my mouth as soon as possible. "If you don't mind bringing me back to get my car tomorrow, then I'll ride with you!", I answered. "No problem. Get your ass in here!", she said as she patted the passenger seat. Her house was about ten minutes away. As soon as we were out of the parking lot and on the road, she reached over, stuck her hand down my pants, and grabbed my hard dick. "I'm only about six inches." I said. "Don't worry about it. You probably won't be using it much anyway!", she said as she gave it a squeeze. I reached over and took her cock back in my hand and said, "Well, I hope you plan on using this!" She just laughed and said, "You know it!!" She pulled her hand out of my pants and up to the back of my head. Guiding me down to her lap. Her cock was even more impressive up close. It was so long and thick. I could just barely touch my thumb and middle finger around it... if I squeezed! Then I saw a drop of precum slip out. I took a deep breath and licked the tip, making sure I got all the precum. It tasted great. I started licking all over the head, then back to the tip and gave it a good suck. More precum got on my tongue. I swallowed and then slipped my mouth down over the whole thing as far as I could. She moaned with approval. I couldn't even get half of it in my mouth. I gagged a little at first but after a while, I started getting used to it. I was just starting to get a good rhythm going when we pulled into her driveway and into the garage. She put the car in park and killed the ignition. "Well, here we are.", she said. But I just kept sucking. "I know you're 'a-dick-ted' to that thing now, but you're gonna have to survive a couple of minutes without it so we can get to the bedroom!" I gave it one more long, slow suck and made a slurping sound as I came off the end of it. "Ok, fine!", I said and we got out of the car and met back up at the door to the house. We started making out wildly and stripping clothes all the way to the bedroom. We made it to the bed and finished taking our clothes off. I was down to just my boxers and she only left her panties on with her big cock hanging out the side. She sat me down on the bed and stood in front of me. She grabbed her cock with one hand and stroked it a little until a big drop of precum emerged. Then she just held it still, pointed right at me. Instinctively, I reached out with my tongue and licked it up. "Mmmm, good boy!", she said. I put it back in my mouth and she removed her hand and put them both on my head. I worked that giant cock the best I could. After a while, I noticed I was able to take most of it in my mouth and down my throat. So I started concentrating on that. Just a few minutes later, I had the whole thing in there. I felt so proud of myself. She obviously approved because she started fucking my face. Slowly at first, but she soon picked up speed. Taking her cock almost completely in and completely out with each stroke. Her breathing was getting louder and faster. I knew she was getting close to cumming. Then she whispered, "I'm, I'm, I'm gonna cum!" And with that, she pulled out of my mouth and started stroking vigorously. I just got as close as I could with my open mouth. All these years of fantasies and I was about to get my first load of cum in my mouth from a sexy as hell, hung shemale! The first shot was a long rope that only went a little in my mouth. It landed mostly from my mouth up to the outside of my eye. But all the shots that followed were on there mark, in my mouth. They felt really powerful, like she could have shot to the ceiling. And she just kept on cumming. I was wondering if and when it was going to stop because my mouth was almost full of hot cum. Finally she was empty and I swallowed my mouthfull. It tasted amazing. I put my mouth back on her spent cock and sucked until there was nothing left. I was just about to take it out of my mouth when I heard someone from behind Lana say, "Damn it! I knew you couldn't wait until I got here!" Lana pulled out and turned around. It was Jill! That's who she was on the phone with in the parking lot. "You know I have no will power when it comes to sex!", said Lana. "It's ok, as long as he's still got enough left in him to take care of me!", Jill said as she walked up to the bed, rubbing a huge bulge in her pants! To be continued!