#23 The First MILF

Prisha

I stepped inside Prisha's home, looking around the open, wraparound layout of white marble floors and painted white walls decorated with vases and greenery. Prisha slowly backed away from me, her robe still hanging open and her yoga-fit, tennis-trim body slipping into view as she stepped away from me.

I licked my lips as her movements bared her tits one at a time, her dark nipples sticking up long and thick, forcing a reaction in my cock that brought a rise to my shorts, the fabric stretching upward and outward in near slow motion. Prisha's caramel skin complemented her darker-than-dark hair, which she wore up, and the small rectangle of vertical hair centered on her plump mound sent my heartbeat up a notch. A man can only have so much hairless pussy before he wants to rest his cheek on some downy softness.

"I didn't think you had any pubic hairs," I said. Why the fuck did I say that? "I mean, I couldn't tell in those tiny bikinis that you... ladies... wear around the team."

"You mean your 'mothers' wear around you?" Prisha smiled. "You young men seem to like those little bits of cloth."

"We do."

Prisha raised her right hand and held her thumb and forefinger up with the tips opposite each other in a vertical line. "I like just a little bit of hair," she said. "I know how young pussy wants to stay young forever, but I'm a woman." She reached behind her head and let her hair down, its length dropping down her back. "Does your mother have hair between her legs?"

Fuck me. How in the hell was I supposed to control a woman who talked like that? My eyes slid past her to her coffee table, where an open bottle of chardonnay sat next to a half-full crystal glass with a long stem and a shallow bowl.

"Pour me a drink," I said.

"You're allowed to drink?"

"I didn't ask you for a drink." I walked forward, sliding past her as my cock bobbed in my shorts, and the blood-pumping muscle beneath my chest grew to twice its usual size. "I told you to pour me one."

I let my left hand drift to the side and caught Prisha's hand. My momentum forced her to turn with me. She followed, a shaky breath leaving her as she moved toward her coffee table. I sat on her couch, and she grabbed the chardonnay bottle and refilled her glass, then handed it to me with an extended arm, her robe now covering her nipples but sweeping away from her flat tummy, soft mound, and firm thighs. I could see her caramel pussy folds hanging between her legs, its centerline dividing her tender folds as they curved away from me.

I took the glass, fit the rim to my mouth, and drank from it with a deliberate slowness as I tried to compose myself without appearing as if I was calming myself down. Prisha stood between my open knees, looking down at me as I looked up at her, admiring the delicate lines of her face and the small signs of age at the corner of her sloe-eyes and the edges of her lips. As I drank my wine, I used my left fingers to sweep her robe apart, revealing her entire body. She shrugged her shoulders as I touched the silk covering her skin, and the robe fell to the floor, leaving this MILF naked in front of me.

How old was she? Late thirties?

I finished the wine and leaned forward with my right arm extended. My lips touched Prisha's stomach below her belly button as I set the empty wine glass behind her on the coffee table. I opened my mouth and licked outward with my tongue, the tip grazing her flesh and catching the upper wall of her navel. She sucked in a breath, her stomach pulling inward as visible goosebumps rose across her skin.

"Have you ever cheated on your husband before?" I asked. What the fuck kind of question was that to ask--again? I should have practiced with Diana.

"No," Prisha whispered, her flat stomach rolling as she drew in a shaky breath, her big tits shadowing my head.

"But you want to." I pressed my forehead against her stomach; my eyes cast downward along the line of her landing strip. I brushed it with the side of my left forefinger. As she quivered from my touch, a thick, musky scent from between her legs bloomed, her sexual need unmistakable as it filled my nostrils and watered my mouth.

"Is sharing my pussy with family cheating?" Prisha asked.

"Am I family?"

"You're gonna help me fuck my son," Prisha whispered. "You're earning this pussy today."

I moaned.

I lowered my hands to her ankles, sliding them upwards and pressing my fingertips into her calves. I raised them over the back of her knees and thighs, curling my fingers between her legs from behind. My fingers continued upward, her flesh growing warmer and damper, the scent of her sex growing hotter and stronger. A throb of desire raced through my shaft as I breathed in Prisha's pussy-aroma.

"I'll make it happen," I said.

I stopped moving my hands, the swell of her outer labia a breath away from the touch of my forefingers. Her nectar had dripped onto her thighs by then, and I sensed those plump crescents pulse as if reaching for my touch.

"Have you fucked your mother?" Prisha whispered. She put her hands in my hair and smoothed her palms over my head. "Does your sister think that's cheating--oh, boy!"

I had cupped her pussy from behind with my right hand, grabbed onto her meaty MILF ass with my left, then lifted her into the air before she could finish her question. Prisha tangled her hands in my hair as her body rocketed upward, her weight nothing but a feather in my arms. I turned her onto her back as I laid her on the sofa's soft cushions and moved between her legs.

She brought her knees up and wide, calves to hamstrings, and my mouth landed where her mound sloped into her pussy lips, where I swallowed her clit whole. I waved my right hand to the side and brought it back in, my fingers open and pressed together. The stinging slap of my palm spanking the side of her left cheek filled the living room.

"Oh!" Prisha gasped.

I tasted her freshness, along with the vanilla lotion she had used on her pussy, and the inner sweetness of her taboo-craving cunny. Beneath her brown pussy lips, she was a bright, buttery pink color, and I wanted to eat it all up. Prisha's body bowed as I tongued the pinkish gem capping her lips, and she growled when my tongue slid between the caramel curtains hiding her inner wetness.

I spanked the side of her ass cheek again.

"Mmm," Prisha moaned. "Yeah, spank my ass, you nasty man."

Spank.

"Yeah!"

Spank, spank, spank.

I slid my hand between her legs, palm up, my middle finger feathering her perineum before slipping into the steamy puddle of cum between her thighs.

"Oh, fuck," Prisha sighed. "Oh, fuck, that feels good!"

The inner swells of her pussy closed around my finger as I sunk its length into her warm tunnel. Fuck, she was hot and wet in there and so slippery, her juices thick and slick. I ground my cock against her couch, moaning into her cunny, and I licked downward from her clit. My tongue parted her pink curtains, finally hitting my finger where it lay buried up her hot slot. Right on top of my finger, I pushed my tongue into her pussyhole as far as it would go, then licked all around, making sloppy wet noises as I pleased her small opening.

"Fuck, your sister taught you well--fuck!"

I spanked the side of her ass hard.

"Your sister and your mother," she gasped, "have taught you how to eat some pussy, baby."

"You like that?" I asked, pulling my mouth away from her cunny. "You like it when mothers take their sons between their legs?" I pressed my tongue against the gleaming gem peeking out from her clitoral hood.

"Yes," Prisha humped her hips at me. "God, fuck, yes--I love incest! My father, and my brothers, they used to share me--god!"

Holy shit, I thought as I fastened my lips around her pussy pearl and sucked. She quivered, her whole body shook, and her big tits swung from left to right, their weight heavy on her chest as they buoyed side to side. I moaned against her twat as I slid a second finger into her tight pussyhole. Prisha threw her right leg up, hooking her ankle over the back of the couch. Her left leg swung outward at a lewd angle as she opened her labia to me.

"Mmm, mmm, hmm, umm, uh," Prisha whimpered and moaned. A second later, she gasped as I licked her thighs, then I nibbled her clit; all the while, I pumped her pussy with two fingers and curled their tips against the underside of her mound as they went in and out of her body. My motions feathered her G-spot as my tongue circled her clitty time and again.

"Fuck, your mother's a lucky fucking woman," she whined.

Her insides seemed to swell and shake. Prisha grabbed her big tits in her hands and squeezed, dragging her thumbs and fingers upward until she could pinch her nipples and pull them away from her titties. A loud, pleasure-filled groan rumbled through her throat. As I ate her pussy, she pressed her feet into the couch and floor and pushed her sopping wet clam against my mouth, feeding me her softness as I finger-fucked and pussy-lapped at the meat between her tapered thighs.

"Shit, oh, shit yeah," Prisha gasped. "I'm gonna come. Oh, god, you're making this pussy"--she gasped--come!"

Liquid flooded my mouth in a hot stream of cream that left my chin wet and her couch stained. She arched her entire body upward, everything between her shoulders and feet hung in the air, and I slid my fingers from her gash, cupped her ass cheeks, and buried my tongue in her snatch as deeply as I could, completely wetting my face in her pussy juices.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy fuck," Prisha moaned, her words turning into whispers before fading away to little quivers of breath.

Holy fuck was right.

As she lay on her back with her eyes closed and her long hair fanned about the snow-white cushion under her head, I rose to my knees. I tossed my shirt aside and pushed my shorts down my thighs, my thick cock springing outward, iron-hard and forge-hot.

"Do you want this, Prisha?" I gasped, stroking my cock and wetting its big fucking shaft with her pussy juices. "C'mon, Momma, tell me what you want."

Prisha opened her eyes, and they went wide.

"Do you want this big dick?"

"Yes," Prisha gasped, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened. "I want that big fucking dick."

"Am I bigger than your husband?"

Prisha nodded her head.

"Tell me," I said and spanked her pussy, slapping my mushroom tip against her clit.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Your dick is bigger than my husband's." She licked her lips. "A lot bigger, you big-dicked, wrestling stud."

I held my cock below the head and pushed it down through her clam as slowly as possible. Her caramel lips parted, their softness melting like butter as my tip pushed against the pink seam behind them. My glans found her hot little hole and pushed inward, kissing that rubbery, wet opening. Prisha's breathing deepened, and the heat around my crown tightened my sack. I pushed into her delicious wetness, my knob stretching her pussy walls with a tight, cock-tingling friction.

"Uh," Prisha grunted, low and guttural, as my head popped into her muff. "Oh, fuck--that's a big dick."

I moaned and pushed my prick into the creamy depths of her tight-little cunny tunnel. Her pussy muscle hugged me, pulling at my skin, adding a pleasure-filled strain to the crown of my cock as she squeezed my shaft in her silky tightness. The Team Mom was so wet it felt like her insides were licking my cock, especially along the underside of my mushroom tip.

Whimpers and moans and the slapping of my pubic mound against Prisha's moans filled the room. She kept her legs spread wide as I worked my fuck-pipe between her thighs, her pink lips stretching to almost white as she opened for my thickness. I fed my cock into her slowly, not letting her close her legs around me as I placed my hands on her inner thighs right next to her outer folds. Her moans turned to grunts when I pulled back and hammered her caramel cunt with several hard strokes, really making the bitch feel it, then whispers of pleasure left her lips as I slowed my thrusts and circled my cock into her from new angles.

"Uh, uh, uh, Timmy, fuck," she whimpered. "You're gonna make my son fuck me like this, aren't you?"

I let go of her thighs and hugged her body around her waist, lifting her as I sat my ass on my heels and raised her butt into the air. She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind me and arching her back, throwing her arms up and backward along the couch's cushions. I rowed her body into me as I humped my cock forward, looking down to watch her almost hairless muff swallow the length of my shaft over and over again. Squishy wet sounds fluttered from her pussy with every inward stroke, and the tip of my cock tingled with the need to come as her pussy lips gripped my shaft tight.

I gasped and moaned, I started to sweat, her big tits swayed and bounced, and I leaned over to suck them into my mouth one at a time. Prisha gasped as I sunk into her deepest depths, touching a wall of pussy flesh her husband never could. I moved my lips to her mouth as I ground the spongy head of my cock against the soft meat within her hole, making her pussy even juicer with each stroke.

"I'm going to come again," Prisha gasped while our tongues danced, and my hips rocked my cock into her firm body.

I fucked her MILF pussy faster, my cock tingling and my balls trembling as the cum within them readied for release. My cock swelled as Prisha whimpered and came, her soft cries charging the room. She dug her fingers into my ass, pushing into my muscles, so I pumped her pussy harder and faster, riding her through her orgasm. As she lay gasping, my body stiffened, and I threw my hips into her with a wild energy, feeding her limp body my cock as she grunted beneath my final assault on her cum-dripping snatch.

"Not in me, Timmy," Prisha begged me in a panting voice. "Don't come in me. Uh, fuck, uh--uh-uh-uh--come on my stomach." She gasped. "Come on my tits. Timmy, fuck come on--oh fuck--come on my tits, baby! Come on my tits!"

My body shook, and I pulled out just in time to shoot my first rope of jizz across her body. The first milky splash landed between her breasts, reaching as far as her neck, and the second sprayed forward across her stomach. I grabbed my cock and jerked it, crawling up her body and painting her with wild droplets of spurting cum. She raised her hands, catching my hips just as I shot the last of my load across her lips and chin.

"Open," I said, voice rasping. "Open your fucking mouth."

Prisha did as she was told, and I brushed the head of my prick across her chin and lips, coating my tip in sperm before sliding it into her mouth.

"Mmm-um," Prisha moaned, the sound wet and thick with her saliva.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, "that's a hot fucking mouth." I moaned several times as her tongue worked the tip of my dick. "Let me just--god, damn--fuck your mouth for a bit." And so I pumped the head and neck of my cock against her tongue, gasping as my sensitive glans trembled and begged me to stop.

But Prisha swallowed my knob and licked around the head, cleaning me off, and just because I could, I pushed my still-hard cock deeper into her mouth until she gagged. When I pulled out of her mouth, I told her to stick out her tongue. She did, and I squeezed the last of my beaded pearls onto her tongue's surface and watched her swallow every last drop of jizz I had given her.

"Good fucking mommy," I said, brushing my softening cock-log over her cheeks.

She smiled and blushed, her eyes watching me as she lay naked and freshly fucked beneath me.

After, as I sat on her coffee table, she seemed to be waiting for me to say something. It took me a second to realize what she wanted now.

"So," I said, "now that we're comfortable with each other--"

A silky, purr-like sound tumbled from her lips.

"--let's talk about getting your son's cock between your legs."

Timmy out.