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Carmen, the MILF

By: rxm76



This is a Jack Grierson story, part of the series, "Her Fiance's Father".

1. Jack and Isabelle were drinking tea in the parlor, while Martin and Carmen were out on a social call. 

'You must have blonditis,' Isabelle teased. 'I'm a blonde, Trixie Ann is a blonde, your Norwegian au paire must have been a blonde. Why even Carmen is a blonde!'

'Oh, Carmen's being a blonde has nothing to do with it,' said Jack shrugging. 'It's her character. She's always been the perfect wife and I'm the villain of the piece. The compulsive philanderer.'

'And thank goodness for that,' said Isabelle giggling. She gave his crotch a quick pat. 'I for one am grateful that Carmen hasn't monopolized this ramrod.'

However, Jack over-valued his wife's perfection. Carmen had secrets of her own.

* * * * * * * * * *

A FEW YEARS EARLIER

2.Carmen had always, at least in Jack's opinion, babied Martin. As an eighteen-year-old, he was still a high school sophomore, as she had held him back a couple of times. She hugged and kissed her 18-year-old son on the lips, petted him and let him pet her. Martin was allowed access to his mother's suite at all times without knocking. Jack saw Martin coming in to "chat" every morning after he had spent the night with her. He sat in one of the armchairs or on a window-seat. His eyes hungrily devoured his beautiful mother who unabashedly wandered about, sometimes in a flimsy negligee, sometimes in a lacy bra and panties, always looking like a Victoria's Secret model. Martin's hands stayed in his pajama pockets, attempting to conceal his hard-on.

Jack repeatedly remonstrated with Carmen, in vain.

'He's just a baby, Jack,' she exclaimed. 'Its natural for a boy to feel close to his mother.'

'He's eighteen! It is not natural for his mother to give him a hard-on,' countered Jack.

'I thought you felt he wasn't manly enough to get a hard-on,' she spat back.

Every argument was the same. Eventually Jack gave up and accepted Martin's intrusions with bad grace.

Neither Jack nor Carmen knew the full extent of Martin's obsession. He continually stole her used underwear from the laundry hamper. He had a huge collection of her panties as well as some bras in one of his dresser drawers. He would cover his nose with one of her panties, inhaling her musky smell while jerking off in his bed. He would inhale deeply from her bras, reveling in the smells of her perfume, her sweat and her breast secretions, while doing his homework.

One of the closets in his room shared a wall with Carmen's bathroom suite. Martin drilled a small peephole. He would watch her in her shower, watch her in her bath and watch her peeing. Sometimes she masturbated in her bath and Martin would jerk off while watching her bring herself to an orgasm.

The summer before Martin's junior year in high school, they went on a family vacation to the Bahamas. At Carmen's insistence, they rented a 75-foot schooner and crewed her themselves with Kelly's 18-year-old Norwegian au paire Inga Thoresen. Carmen and Martin had both sailed since they were very small. While Jack nominally skippered the yacht, Carmen made most of the critical decisions. Inga was also an excellent sailor. She was also a pretty pale blonde with blue eyes.

In retrospect, it was all very predictable. Inga spent every non-working moment topless - swimming, snorkeling, sunbathing. Jack had been fucking Inga before the vacation, so she insisted on subtle and not-so-subtle attentions from him. She made him rub her down with suntan lotion. She rolled on her back when she thought Carmen wasn't looking and got him to rub lotion into her firm young breasts and nipples.

She got him to go swimming and snorkeling with her. She was extremely adept at giving head and now extended her arts underwater. In plain sight of the yacht she would dive down and strip his trunks to his ankles. She gave him short and intense blow-jobs, bringing on violent ejaculations that he struggled mightily to conceal above water.

The more Inga clung to Jack, the more Carmen repulsed him. They slept together in the master suite of the yacht, but Carmen refused his conjugal advances.

'Just go fuck your Norwegian bitch,' she hissed whenever he tried to initiate foreplay.

'I'm not fucking her now,' said Jack plaintively.

'Well, go ahead. She obviously dying for your cock,' she said cattily.

Even as she repulsed Jack, Carmen was not going to let Inga upstage her physically. Strong and fit, Carmen knew she was gorgeous. If Inga could parade around topless, so could she. As soon as she came off sailing duty, she stripped down to her bikini panties. Carmen knew that her breasts were fuller, rounder and sexier than Inga's girlish swells, so she made sure to keep them bare as much as she could. They called at Martinique for an afternoon and she bought a collection of monokini panties that left nothing to the imagination.

She would not let Jack rub her down with suntan lotion, but let Martin do it. She swam and snorkeled with Martin and he took every opportunity to feel up her magnificent tits. Nineteen-year-old Martin lived with an almost perpetual erection that he only relieved for brief intervals by jerking off - in the head or while swimming.

The atmosphere in the Grierson household after the vacation was frosty in the extreme. Inga sensed an opportunity and pursued Jack ferociously. With Carmen refusing him entry to her suite, Jack succumbed, and resumed fucking Inga regularly.

One weekend, with Carmen away with some girlfriends, Inga was making up Carmen's suite. Jack came in, surprised at the light in the suite. They ended up fucking on Carmen's huge king bed.

Forgetting his mother was away Martin came by in the morning to find Jack in the throes of fucking Inga doggie-style. He stood in the doorway a voyeur to his father's philandering. Hormones raged and conflicted with outrage. His father was fucking his Norwegian floozie on his mother's bed! Hormones won the day and Martin could not repress his hard-on as Inga's little breasts jounced violently under Jack's assault. Her cries rose to crescendos not once, but twice. Finally Jack's grunts culminated in a series of guttural groans and he came, convulsively pumping what seemed to be a veritable gallon of thick jism into her.

Naked, panting and covered with sweat, Jack and Inga collapsed into each other's arms. Martin could watch no more. He turned and rushed down the hall. Both of them heard his receding footfalls.

'That little shit was watching us,' said Inga angrily. Jack nodded.

This incident encouraged Inga to overplay her hand. Getting Jack to fuck her in Carmen's bed convinced her that she could supplant Jack's wife. She confronted Carmen and sought to get her to give Jack up. Carmen asked for a day to think about it.

The following day she was summoned to the mansion's formal reception room. Carmen was elegantly dressed in a silk off-the-shoulder morning dress, silk stockings, gloves and a wide-brimmed beribboned hat. Jack wore a dove-grey morning coat, wing-tip shoes and a cravat. He was stone-faced. Carmen looked bold and confident. She was astonished, confused and shocked to find herself summarily fired effective immediately. Jack did not say a word in her defense. She was on a flight back to Norway the next day, without her bonus, sadder but wiser.

* * * * * * * * * *

3.After much badgering from his father and gentle insistence from his mother, Martin went out for football that fall. Jack thought he needed 'toughening up' and even Carmen was concerned that he was becoming overly effeminate. As a rather small high school junior, it was not surprising that Martin failed to make even the second string of the Junior Varsity (JV) team. The first half of the season saw him firmly on the bench and never touching the ball except in practice and seldom then.

However, he became very friendly with the quarterback of the JV squad, Bradley Morgan, a strapping 18-year-old with the physique that was more man than boy. It was friendship of opposites - Bradley was everything that Martin was not. A natural athlete, Bradley was all action. He had no interest in Martin's hobbies - books, music and the theatre.

However, they did share one passion, albeit one that neither had yet shared with the other. They were both young teenage boys obsessively attracted to Carmen. And she fueled and stoked Bradley's obsession as she did Martin's, almost completely without design. And certainly she had no appreciation of the extent to which she was feeding the demons of lust that sprang from their raging hormones.

Bradley spent a lot of time at the Griersons', often staying to dinner and spending the night in the spare bed in Martin's room. He rode back and forth to his house on his bicycle. By the middle of that fall semester he had the run of the Grierson mansion and neither Jack nor Carmen nor any of their household staff were surprised to find him around at any time of the day or night.

Bradley also quickly insinuated himself into Carmen's routines with Martin. He demanded and got hugs and kisses at much the same rate as Martin. But whereas Martin was still shorter than Carmen's willowy five foot eight, Bradley was taller than her and had a much more manly smell and feel about him.

Carmen felt the danger of Bradley's attentions (and to a lesser extent, Martin's as well). But they were a salve to her constantly bruised ego. Jack's open adulterous relationships were bad enough. To rub salt in the wounds, he had a penchant for breezing into her bed with another woman's scents, smells and even fluids on him. In spite of this, he always fucked her to orgasm after orgasm.

Bradley discovered Martin's stash of Carmen's underwear very soon after spending his first night in the Grierson household. Soon he took to raiding the laundry hamper as well. Carmen found she was buying expensive La Perla and Olga panties and bras at twice the rate she threw out old ones. It was a minor irritant that she put down to the laundry gremlin. 'It eats Jack's socks,' she thought. 'And it eats my panties and bras.'

Around fall break, Bradley was staying over. It was after eleven in the evening and both boys were in bed. Martin began to feel the urge and silently crept over to his dresser and got one of his favorite pairs of his mother's panties - a black satin-spandex La Perla thong that was particularly rich with her vaginal secretions. He had just settled down under the covers with the panties on his nose when the lights were switched on. Bradley stood in the middle of the room, grinning.

'Don't be embarrassed, man,' he laughed. 'Your mom's one hot number. I don't blame you for jacking off with her panties. Hell, I do it too!'

'Wha ... wha ...' Martin stammered.

Bradley reached into his pajama pocket and drew out a white, lacy, high cut pair of Le Mystere panties.

'I just got these from the hamper today,' he said, with a wink. 'I know about your stash. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's perfectly normal.'

Martin gulped and smiled gratefully.

'Tell you what,' continued Bradley. 'Let's jack off together. You use your black pair of panties and I'll use these.'

'Okay,' said Martin nervously.

Her nervousness slipped away as Bradley got into it. He had seen him naked in the showers, but now he saw his erection. He was well-hung and made Martin acutely aware of his own lack of size. However, Bradley quickly worked himself up into a frenzy. He groaned a lot louder than Martin and came sooner with larger spurts of semen.

Afterwards they sat on their beds and talked about their mutual passion. She was sooo much hotter than any of the girls at school, sooo much hotter than anyone else's mom. Her long legs, her gorgeous tits, her tight ass, her narrow waist, nothing was beyond discussion.

'But what about your girlfriend, Taylor Wentworth?' Martin said at one point.

'Oh, she's OK. But she's got nothing on your mom!'

Somewhere in the discussion, Martin mentioned his peephole. Bradley instantly wanted to see it.

'Sometime,' said Martin evasively.

'Let's go right now,' said Bradley.

'That's crazy,' said Martin. 'Its too late. She never has a bath this late.'

'I just want to see the peephole,' said Bradley placatingly.

Martin tried to reason with Bradley, but in vain. Bradley continued to badger and cajole until Martin finally gave in. Martin led the way to his closet and soundlessly opened the door. When they were both in the closet, he found the peephole in the darkness with his fingers.

'See,' he whispered. 'It's no good in the dark. Just a hole in the wall.'

The hole was above eye level so that it was not noticeable from the other side. Martin had drilled it close to the crown molding so it disappeared in the pattern. The voyeur had to stand on a wooden box to get his eye on the hole. Bradley produced a thin maglite flashlight and shone it through the hole. He looked through behind the line of the light.

He could see the luxurious bathroom suite as he rotated his light beam back and forth. A deep Jacuzzi tub, a shower with a clear plate glass door. A pair of trendy sinks with expensive faucets. A large mirror in front of the sinks with make-up lights. The peephole had an excellent angle on the tub.

Back in Martin's room, Bradley thumped him on the back.

'A great peephole, dude,' he enthused. 'You and me, we're going to get to the next level with that.'

Martin did not know what the next level was, but he nodded.

He found out a just a few days later. Bradley was over for dinner, as he almost always was in recent weeks.

'Well, Bradley, we should start charging your parents for your board and lodging,' laughed Jack.

Bradley was staring at Carmen's red chiffon top. Its wide shoulders and plunging neckline revealed her tight cleavage, her bra straps and just a hint of her bra cups. He was thinking that he knew she wore 'C' cups, when Jack's jovial comment penetrated his brain.

'Oh, ha, ha,' he laughed weakly. 'I don't know if my allowance will be enough to cover it.'

Carmen rose and stretched, raising her arms above her head. Her breasts jounced deliciously and her red chiffon top parted company with the waistband of her jeans, revealing the swell of her belly button. Bradley and Martin both felt their mouths go dry.

'Well, boys, I'm all hot and bothered,' she said brightly. 'I'm going to take a nice long bath. Martin, come and give mama a hug.'

Martin leaped like he was shot and hugged her tight. Her breasts flattened against him and he felt her nipples against his chest through the thin bra and chiffon top. He was already semi-tumescent and he was now instantly hard, bending forward to prevent her feeling it. It was all he could do not to moan when he felt her full bee-stung lips brush his. Then she released him and pivoted theatrically on her strappy stiletto slippers.

Bradley was right there with his arms open wide. Carmen hugged him quickly, but he held her just a second longer, his hands on her lower back pulling her close so she could not mistake his large erection. As his lips brushed hers, she felt just a hint of his tongue. It was all over in a second and neither Jack nor Martin noticed anything untoward. Carmen sashayed out with just a bit more hip swing than usual.

On the way up the stairs, Martin whispered, 'Straight to the closet?' Bradley nodded. Once they were safely ensconced in there, Bradley whispered back, 'I'll take the peephole. Once she's in the tub, wait for my signal and you go over and walk in on her.' 

'What?!' Martin's voice rose to a stage whisper.

'Sssh! You're always walking in on her. It won't be anything unusual. But it'll be a two-fer. I'll be watching and you know I'm watching. But she doesn't.'

Martin took a sharp intake of breath. 'Man,' he said in a hushed tone.

The next thing they heard was a driving beat. Carmen had popped a CD into her suite digital audio system.

I'm gonna to go on all night,

I'm gonna to do you just right.

We're going to rock it, rock it, baby!

Carmen came into the bathroom suite doing a series of hip rolls to the beat. Then with the driving bass, she began to do a striptease to her reflection in the large mirror. Her back was to Bradley and her reflection faced him, but her eyes were only half open and she did not see anything other than herself. She did a bump and a grind as she drew her chiffon top over her head and twirled it on her finger before sending it floating away in a red cloud. 

I'm gonna to squeeze you so tight

Pound you with all of my might

We're going to rock it, rock it, baby!

Now as she continued to move to the beat, she cupped her breasts through the sheer black bra and moved with her reflection. Every time the CD went 'squeeze you so tight' she squeezed her breasts and let out a cry of 'Go, baby!' Every time it went 'Pound you with all of my might', she bucked her hips as though she were riding a cock, calling out, 'Give it to me, baby!'

I'm gonna bend you as you fight

Give you a doggie delight

We're going to rock it, rock it, baby!

She bent forward over the sink and thrust her butt up. As the CD went 'bend you as you fight', she said, "Oh, yeah, hold me down, make me your whore!" As it went 'give you a doggie delight', she rotated her round buttocks saying, "All the way in, baby, doggie-style!"

Finally, she reached behind her back very slowly and unfastened the bra. She let it down equally slowly and let it fall by the sink. Then she raised both arms and did one bump, watching her breasts jounce and quiver. As soon as they were still, she did another one and slowly unzipped her jeans. She lovingly caressed her thighs as she stripped them down, slowly very slowly, to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them very smoothly. 

'The narcissistic bitch,' Bradley breathed. Martin desperately wanted to have a look, but did not have the nerve to ask Bradley to move.

Now she just had on black high cut panties, her strappy stiletto slippers and a pearl choker. She rotated her hips to the dying chords of the song and with just one finger stripped the panties down and kicked them off. Her bush was soft, neatly trimmed and dark blonde. It caused Bradley to catch his breath.

'Jackpot, brother,' he breathed. He was as hard as a bone.

Carmen opened the Jacuzzi inlets on full and lowered her ass into the tub, her long legs in the air. As the warm water jets began to cover her belly, she undid the straps of her stilettos and let them drop to the thick Turkish mat by the side of the Jacuzzi. She rested her head on the headrest, her eyes still half-open and sighed. The foaming water reached the programmed depth, just converting her tits into twin, delectable islands. She sighed again and began to gently knead her breasts and nipples. In spite of the warm water, the nipples slowly began to pucker and harden.

'Stand by, brother,' said Bradley. Martin tensed.

One of her hands disappeared into the maelstrom of bubbles. Its destination was confirmed beyond doubt when she sighed again, but this time it ended in a little gasp. This cycle repeated itself - sigh-gasp, sigh-gasp, sigh-gasp. Each time the sigh was shorter and the gasp was louder. Her eyes were reduced to slits, but she seemed to be staring right at him. Bradley felt weeping pre-ejaculate begin to stain his briefs.

'Now, Martin,' he whispered urgently. 'Move quickly, now!'

Martin moved as quickly as he could within the bounds remaining quiet. The anteroom of his mother's suite was dark, but light spilled into it from one of her bedside lamps. He strode across the large bedroom, through her boudoir to the bathroom suite. He heard his mother's urgent gasps now, even over the rumbling of Jacuzzi.

He hurried into the bathroom, saying, 'Mom, are you OK?'

Carmen was only seconds away from her orgasm. Her slitted eyes opened wide to perceive a worried-looking Martin kneeling by the side of the Jacuzzi. Tension caused a vein at her temple to throb. Even her rock-hard nipples seemed to pulse. Should she give her clit just the few more touches needed to reach what was shaping to be a mind-blowing orgasm or descend back into the valley of frustration? In the end she was too far gone to make the rational decision.


Carmen, the MILF



'Martin!' she said, throatily, raising her knees clear of the foaming water. Just a few seconds later, she was enveloped by the hot waves of the orgasm. So thoroughly did the first set of contractions wrack her that she was unaware of her little scream as she went over the edge.

The sight of Martin by his mother's side just as she came so hard was Bradley's voyeur reward. He soiled his briefs with a sudden ejaculation.

'I'm fine, Martin,' Carmen breathed as she descended from her high. Martin was petting her fine blonde hair.

'I was worried about you, Mother,' he said.

'I'm fine,' she repeated, not unkindly. 'Please pass me my robe and leave me now.'

* * * * * * * * * *

4.The next morning Martin came into his mother's suite as usual. She was sitting in her boudoir in front of her make-up mirror, brushing her fine blonde mane. She wore a pink baby-doll shortie nightgown and pink slippers with bows and high heels. There was a pink ribbon around her throat. She saw him in the mirror and frowned.

He came up, put his arms around her neck and kissed the top of her head.

'Good morning, mother,' he said with a just a hint of anxiousness in his voice.

She had been debating her response to him all night. Should she make a big deal of it or pretend it never happened? She argued both sides with herself, but had still not reached a conclusion.

'Martin,' she began. 'About last night ...'

He waited without response, petting her hair. Their eyes met in the mirror. His were open and guileless. Could it be that he did not know what she had been doing? The pause hung in the air.

'Yes, mother?' Martin said, finally.

'It makes me feel good that you worry about me,' she said finally with a smile.

'I'll always worry about you, mother,' he said seriously.

* * * * * * * * * *

5. Jack came home just before lunch waving tickets.

'Guess what, guys,' he said holding them up for perusal. 'Three tickets to this afternoon's ballgame! What do you say to that?'

'Jack, before you go I really need some help,' said Carmen. 'I have a Junior League meeting this afternoon and the landscaper didn't show. At the very least I need the front lawn mowed before they come. It's a jungle!'

'Sorry pet, we just have time for a quick bite. The game starts in an hour and it'll take us over fifty minutes to drive there.'

'But, Jack ...' Carmen wailed.

He held up his hand. She knew from experience there was no budging him. She crossed her arms and frowned.

'I'll mow the front lawn, Mrs. Grierson,' said Bradley through a bite of his sandwich. 'I'm not that interested in the game.'

Jack looked at him incredulously.

'You are not interested in the game, Bradley?' Jack had looked forward to watching the game with Bradley. Martin never knew what was going on and didn't really care who won.

'Its just that I saw last week's game with my dad,' said Bradley somewhat lamely. 'I can miss this week's.'

'Fine!' said Jack slamming his plate down on the counter. 'Come on, Martin. Let's leave the gardener and the lady!'

Carmen looked at Bradley gratefully.

'Are you sure you can mow the front lawn?' she asked anxiously. 'It's rather large, you know.'

'Just show me the mower, Mrs. Grierson,' he said confidently.

It was large lawn tractor with a huge blade. Bradley laughed. He'd always wanted to drive one of these. His own parents had a much smaller model.

Carmen retired to her boudoir. The window looked out on to the front lawn. The roar of the lawn tractor carried into the room, even though the windows were sealed for the central air-conditioning. Bradley had stripped down to his shorts and was driving the tractor expertly, creating symmetric cut patterns. She watched him make a swift 360 degree pass around one of her prize rose bushes without touching a leaf. 'What a good boy he is,' she said to herself.

While she did not admit it to herself, he was more a man than a boy. His shoulders were wide and his arms were powerful. His back made a perfect 'V' and his dorsal muscles rippled in the sun. He had on a cool pair of sunglasses. Sweat glistened over his whole body. She had a novel in her hand, but the text blurred as she found her eyes following him and the tractor.

'Snap out of it,' she said to herself.

But she could not. Her mind would not focus on the novel and she found herself painting rather shocking daydreams around Bradley. She did not realize where her thoughts were taking her till she felt a rising dampness in her crotch. She had wet her panties!

'This is ridiculous!' she murmured aloud. She went into the bathroom, stripped off the offending panties and threw them violently into the laundry hamper. She quickly took off the rest of her clothing and took a quick shower. Naked and damp, she returned to her boudoir and entered the large walk-in closet. Rifling through her underwear drawer, she selected a leopard print nylon thong and a matching strapless brassiere. It came with a matching nylon choker that she hooked on. She selected a pair of black medium heel pumps with open toes and straps.

She sat in front of her make-up mirror again and inspected herself. She plumped her firm breasts through her bra and smiled - she was proud of her breasts. She picked up a nail polish brush and expertly began painting her toenails. Dimly she was aware that the roar of the lawn tractor had stopped, but the fact did not actively register.

Bradley entered the house through the kitchen door, his T-shirt still dangling from the hip pocket of his shorts. He shivered as the central air began condensing the sweaty sheen off his body.

'Mrs. Grierson,' he called out, not too loud. There was no reply. One of the maids poked her head out from the servants' service room adjoining the kitchen. 'I'll just go upstairs to Master Grierson's room,' he said. She nodded dumbly, her sketchy knowledge of English clearly exceeded.

Bradley made his way up the stairs. He went along the landing to the family wing of the mansion. The door to Carmen's suite was open. He hesitated once and then plunged into the anteroom. He peered into the bedroom. It was empty, but he heard faint sounds from the boudoir. He hesitated again. Now or never, he told himself. He strode boldly across the bedroom and framed himself in the boudoir door. Carmen was now working on her eyes. He was spellbound by her ass cheeks separated by the thin strip of her thong and her perfect back highlighted by the back-strap of her bra.

To Bradley, it seemed like an age before she noticed him. It was a very pleasurable age. Finally, she saw him in the mirror and put down the eye shadow brush.

'There you are, Bradley,' she said, swinging around on her make-up bench. 'Are you done with the mowing?'

'I mowed and also trimmed the hedges around the front door, Mrs. Grierson,' he said, swallowing to lubricate his dry mouth.

She walked over the window.

'Why, you've done a wonderful job!' she exclaimed, looking at the lawn. 'Our regular landscaper isn't half as good. We've never had such good patterns.'

She turned back to him.

'Well, I've been busy too,' she said coquettishly. Demonstrating the suppleness of the cheerleader she once was, she raised one leg so high that the open toes of her strapped pumps were a few feet from his nose. 'What do you think of my paintjob?'

Bradley took the foot that was offered him and ran a finger over the exposed toenails one by one.

'A fine job, Mrs. Grierson,' he said, softly. 'A work of art.'

He bent and kissed each of the exposed toenails. When he released her, she laughed rather affectedly and said, 'What do I owe you for the landscaping?'

'Just a hug,' he said offhand.

'You can have that anyway, but I must pay you. It's been such a lot of work!' She opened her arms. Her palms were was his shoulders and he held her lightly. His lips brushed hers and again she felt his tongue. With all his dried sweat, his manly odor was particularly strong and she closed her eyes. Suddenly his hold had grown tighter, his hot lips were on the side of her throat. His left hand was between her shoulder blades. As her full breasts flattened against his hard chest, he felt her nipples pucker through the thin bra. His right hand was on the rear triangle of her thong, pulling her crotch against him, letting her feel the full pressure of his raging manhood.

'No, Bradley,' she said, breathlessly. Then again, more firmly and loudly, 'I said NO! Let me go!'

Just as suddenly, he released her. But he remained less than an inch away, his eyes searching hers. He dropped to his knees in front of her and looked up. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell and quivered with her rapid breathing. Again, without warning, he gripped a firm buttock in each hand and buried his face in her crotch. Her fingers twisted in his hair as she sought to tear him away.

'This is crazy, Bradley! I'm a married woman! And you have a beautiful girlfriend, Taylor, you should be with her.' But her voice was less certain than before. He licked her cunt lips through the thin nylon of her thong.

She said, 'Let me go ...' followed by a gasp and 'OMIGOD!' as his tongue found her clitoris. It had been so long since Jack had gone down on her and it felt so good!

Bradley briefly stopped and looked up at her.

'You're an artist at teasing, Mrs. Grierson,' he breathed. 'You've had me hard for you for months! Taylor is pretty, but she can't excite me like you do.'

He pushed his face into her pubis again, sucking her feminine fluids voraciously.

'No .. no .. NO ... NO ... OMIGOD! ... NO, don't do this to me!' 

He was now kneading her firm rump as he licked and sucked. Her thong was soaking wet both from his saliva as well as her vaginal fluids that were now flowing freely. He paused to strip the thong down. 

She said, 'Don't, ... we mustn't, ... I'm married, I've never done this before ... please don't ...', but she stepped out of the thong as it reached her ankles.

Bradley went to work with a will, sucking on her cunt lips. His tongue stabbed repeatedly into her cunt. Each time his tongue invaded her cunt, she squeezed her cunt lips around it. Bradley had some sexual experience with Taylor, but she couldn't do anything like this! Each time he withdrew his tongue from her cunt, he teased her clit with its tip. Each time he drew a gasp when he touched the sensitive organ and then a moan of frustration as his tongue darted away.

Her hands on his head now mussed his hair. Her hips rotated and jerked under his ministrations. Her mounting incoherence told him that he was driving her wild.

'Don't ... OMIGOD!! ... Please don't do me ... I'm a married woman! ... let me go! ... OH! ... OOHH!! ...OMIGOD, DON'T STOP!!'

With his left hand at the small of her back, Bradley began to work some of her vaginal fluids into her anus with his right forefinger. She was panting now, giving out small mewing cries. He sensed that she was very near orgasm.

He drew her clitoris into his lips, sucking greedily and finally letting his tongue run all over it. Simultaneously, he sank his fore and middle fingers two joints deep into her extremely tight anus.

She immediately began to come. Bradley found the depth and power of her orgasm was unbelievable. Her cunt contracted spasmodically, her hips rotated and bucked wildly, and she mounted to higher and higher levels of her climax as he continued to suck on her clit and piston her ass. Harsh and strangled screams came from her throat, along with an incoherent jumble of words.

And then it was over. She felt like she had been wrung dry. Her limbs felt hollow and without muscle. She leaned on his shoulders, covered with sweat, panting and wordless.

He rose to his feet and picked her up. She flopped in his arms like a rag doll. He carried her to the huge king size bed and lay her down. As he followed her on to the bed, she looked at him with wide eyes, looking much younger than her years.

'Don't ... We mustn't ... my husband ...,' she said hopelessly. He flipped her over and grasped the back of her neck muttering, 'Oh, yeah, I'm going to hold you down, make you my whore!' He drove her face into a pillow and arched her round buttocks up, so her pussy peeped at him from in between. She felt his manhood at her sopping vaginal lips and she had barely the energy to gasp as he pushed into her tightness with smooth power. 

'All the way in, baby, doggie-style!' he muttered as he mounted her.

The base of his cock met her smooth, round butt cheeks with a soft smack. 

He was very excited and very young. He was hardly able to pound half a dozen thrusts into her before his own orgasm shook him and he ejaculated a flood of thick, white semen into her.

They lay entwined and sated on the bed. Bradley's weight was warm and pleasurable. 

'He's such a strong boy for an eighteen-year-old', she thought.

Half asleep, Carmen's eye fell on the large digital read-out of the bedside clock.

'Oh my God!!' she exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, panic-stricken. 'Its three thirty! The Junior League will be here at four!'

She jumped out of bed and rushed towards her bathroom suite, clad in just her leopard print bra and high heels. She paused at the door and whirled around, pointing at Bradley.

'This must never happen again! Thank goodness I'm not ovulating!"

Carmen's thin bra was still wet with sweat and clung to her magnificent breasts, emphasizing, rather than hiding her erect nipples. Bradley looked at her, his eyes growing hot again. He stared at his milky semen beginning to dribble out of her pussy and slowly slide down her inner thighs. He was already hard and erect again. 

'Why can't I breed you, Mrs. Grierson?'

'Oh, you bad boy! I ought to tell your mother!'

'You won't do that, Mrs. Grierson. I think you're going to want me again.'

Carmen looked at him in silence until he grew uncomfortable.

'You licked me to an orgasm, Bradley. But you came far too soon when you fucked me. When I have sex with Mr. Grierson, he makes me cum again and again.'

As she went into the bathroom, his erection softened. He heard the water running in the bathroom and Carmen's voice drifted out to him. With the running water, her words were indistinct. He thought she said, 'Ask your mother about Mr. Grierson', but he could not be sure.

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