Post by addwulf on May 22, 2018 14:24:28 GMT -6
Mandy is like most teens, frustrated with her mother. But she's going to show her though the outcome isn't quite what she expected.
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New Old Shoes
Mandy leaned in through the front door, looking around to see if her mother was home. When it seemed like the coast was clear she slipped into the house, Matt following a few feet behind her. The young woman pulling her boyfriend along, hurrying towards the stairs.
She froze when she heard a sound from the kitchen, the motioned for the young man to go upstairs. He nodded and hurried up them trying to be as quite as he could. He had just vanished around the corner when her mother walked out of the kitchen. The older woman was wearing an unflattering dress that hugged her belly and hung away from her thin hips. "Amanda, I thought you had something going on after school?"
The younger woman snorted, flicking her head back so her black hair bounced over her head and down over her eyes. "Plans changed," she replied.
"I would like to know when that happens," he mother scolded, picking up her purse.
She pouted a bit. "I'm eighteen, I don't have to tell you what I'm doing."
Her mother sighed and shook her head. "You're birthday was only a week ago and you're still in high school. Don't let it go to your head."
"Fine mom," she said, crossing her arms under her small but perky breasts.
With a smile the older woman reached out and pushed the hair away, smiling at her daughter. "You're still young, don't go rushing into everything like you're my age."
"I'm glad I'm not your age," she muttered under her breath. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be so... middle aged!
Making a point to ignore the comment the older woman pulled on her jacket. "I'll be back in a few hours, I expect you to be here when I get home."
"Yes, mom," she said with another exaggerated sigh. She had no plans of going anywhere, not as long as Matt was with her. Going out would have defeated the whole point of sneaking him into the house in the first place.
"Good, I'll see you tonight," the older woman said with a smile, then turned and headed out the door, letting it close behind her.
Mandy let out a long breath then turned and hurried up the stairs, happy to see that Matt was waiting for her just near the top. "She's gone."
"Good," he replied, pulling her into his arms and kissing her for a few moments. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him tightly as her hands flicked down slightly against her tight jeans.
She slowly broke the kiss and smiled up at him. He smiled back, his green eyes twinkling brightly. Taking his hand she started to lead him towards her bedroom, eager to have her way with him. He was a great boyfriend, with a trim swimmer's build and a wonderful shaft. He was the guy anyone want to have, and even some of the teachers wanted him, but that was creepy, they were the same age as her mother and she couldn't stomach the idea of her mom sleeping with her boyfriend. Not that her mom would do anything like that, she was uptight about such things. She just needed to relax, to learn that it was better to be a young woman then an old lady!
The young woman stopped as she got a wicked idea. Turning around she pulled him back the way they came and down the other side of the hallway, stopping at her mother's door.
"Mandy?" the boy asked.
"It will be the most action her bed as seen in years," she said, pushing the door open to reveal the neatly made king sized bed, one side empty since her father left when she was young. The room was very tasteful, all the clothing put away and everything neat and in the right place. The only thing that stood out was her mother's heels next to the dresser. They were annoying things, and she had no idea how her mom could wear them.
Matt looked around, moving gingerly into the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "This is kind of weird," he said.
"It is," she replied, moving up closer to him and sitting in his lap. "But think about it. We'll be showing off what should be going on in here, give the bed a good workout," she said, jumping a bit and making the bed rock.
He smiled and gave her another kiss, his hands wrapping around her, slipping up under her shirt to rub at her sides. "I suppose so, and it will be nice to have enough room for once."
Lifting up her arms, she let him pull off her top, throwing it to the side, neither of them noticing as it landed on the empty heels.
Mandy took off her bra, dropping it to the floor scooting back to lay down on the bed, her black hair pooling around her head. Her small and firm breasts rose up from her chest, her small nipples rock hard. "Come and get me," she said, smiling up to her boyfriend.
He smiled and moved up her body, reaching for her pants as he started to work them open, exposing the cute pink panties. The pants held tight to thin legs, taking a little work to slide free, then joining the rest of her clothing on the floor, leaving her in nothing but the panties.
"Damn, you're hot," he said, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.
"Thanks hon," she replied, winking to her boyfriend, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, her body hot in anticipation. She hardly noticed that the thin layer of remaining baby fat on her body was melting away, her breasts starting to relax slightly, losing the slightly conical shape and becoming more naturally round.
Matt smiled down at her, looking over the now twenty-one year old woman. The boy pulled his pants down, counting his blessings that he had found himself such a sexy older woman to date. His shaft pushed out against his briefs, tenting them out as they fabric started to become soaked with precum.
She looked up at him and motioned for him to come closer.
He didn't need another invitation, moving up the bed to kiss her firmly on the lips, his hands reaching down to stroke over her hips, teasing around the hem of her panties. Slowly he started pulling the down, exposing the soft lips of her sex. Leaning down he kissed at them, teasing them with his tongue while he pulled the panties off.
Mandy squirmed a bit as he started to explore her sex, his tongue swimming around and rubbing at the walls of her pussy. He was talented, she would give him that, but at twenty five she had fucked a number of guys. Some were better, some were worse, but this young man was the most eager. It was all the teenage hormones.
She smiled at him, parting her legs as she pushed her hair out of her face, a few grey hairs stating to show up mixed in with the black. It wasn't enough to be worth dying her hair, but she knew she had to do something about it sooner or later. She reached down and stroked over the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair as her breasts starting to hang a bit more, losing the firmness of youth.
The eager young man kept licking at her, taking his time to explore the shape of her depths and the outline of her nether lips. He paused to lick at her clit for a few moments, sucking on it happily as his hips shook from side to side. His anticipation easy to see.
Finally he lifted his head from her sex, kissing right above it, then higher still. He slowly worked his way up her belly, the tight muscles starting to melt away as a layer of fat began to build on her belly. Her nipples were changing as well, growing thicker and fatter on top of her swelling aureoles. Her breasts growing to match, filling out with the full tear drop shape of a woman who had just had her first child, gaining a couple inches in the process.
Matt continued to kiss over the curve of her belly, loving the curve of it as he worked to the underside of her full breasts. He took one of the large nipples into his mouth, sucking happily on it while rolling it around his tongue, the dark flesh firm in his mouth.
The twenty-nine year old woman squirmed on the bed, moaning softly as he teased her nipples. A part of her was glad to find someone eleven years her junior to fuck her so soon after having a child. He was quite the change from her baby's deadbeat father. He was such a strong and firm man, more passionate then most she had been with.
He lets her nipple slip free from his lips as he started to kiss up her cleavage. He paused to lick at curve of her neck, teasing it for a few moments before lifting his head to look her in the eyes. He held himself nose to nose with her, smiling at the older woman before kissing her firmly on the lips.
Mandy happily returned to the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, holding him closer to him as another ripple passed down her body, her belly swelling out even more with some extra baby weight she could never quite loose. Stretch marks rippled across her skin, not quite able to fade away like they had after her first child. Her breasts grew larger as well, pressing up against the young man as they kissed.
Matt explored her mouth with his tongue, teasing it around as she moved to straddle her, his firm shaft rubbing between them. He still had that slightly high arching erection of a young man, precum starting to leak from the pointed head.
Breaking the kiss, she smiled up to the young man, her black hair taking on a short cut bob around her head. She looked good for being thirty-three with two kids, and she knew it. She arched her soft full breasts up against him and smile. "Fuck me hon."
"Happy to," he said, kissing her again, lifting his hips as she parted her legs. Moving into position he looked deep into her eyes as he slowly sank down into her eager pussy. He took his time, pressing in inch by inch, filling her warmth with his manhood.
She let out a pleased moan as she was filled, at thirty-five she was so happy that a young man like Matt would find her attractive. Pressing back up against him she kissed him again, feeling a warmth filling her body.
Matt started to stroke his length into her, starting to tease her with his shaft. He was still young and inexperienced, but he was trying hard to please her the way a mature woman should be. She was willing to forget the occasional misstep as he started to pick up speed.
Mandy wiggled happily, her ass lifting up to meet his trusting but not because of anything she did. As she got closer to forty extra weight started to settle on her body. Her ass filled out rounder, adding quite a bit of extra padding, her hips growing to match and her legs filling out as well. A layer of fat wrapped around her arms, losing some of the tone, and adding a few extra inch of flab to her belly. Her breasts got the most of it, filling out a couple more inches, taking on the natural heavy shape of a mature woman.
Her lover started to pick up speed, kissing her again as her face filled out and slight jowels started to take shape. He was eager, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth as his hands stroked along her side, teasing over the wonderful curves of her wide hips and large ass.
Amanda started to whimper as she passed forty years old, squirming as the young man started to pound her. She knew he was just a child compared to her, but it had been months she had been with anyone and he was so eager and excited. She kissed him back, starting to rock with him, teasing his body with her own, feeling him pawing and squeezing at her thick sides.
"Harder," she said, breaking the kiss for a moment.
"Yes," he whimpered, bracing his feet against the end of the bed and starting to pound into her, his shaft positioning deep into her wet pussy while his knot started to swell. It filled the room with the wonderful sounds of sex. She started to moan and pant, twisting in pleasure as she continued to age with each thrust of the young man's cock.
She pressed his arms around his body, pulling him to her as she started to get hotter, feeling wonderful flush as she felt her climax building. At the same time the young man seemed to have nearly given his all, his youth working against his stamina. He started to moan as he slammed himself hard into her, starting to cum.
That was enough for the forty-six year old woman. Arching her back up to her lover she let out a muted cry as she climaxed a moment later. Her pussy clenched tightly around the boy's shaft as they were tied together. She hugged him close, whimpering softly as it washed over her, making her feel so young again, even if it was for a moment.
As the moment slowly passed they dropped back on the bed, panting hard. Amanda looked up at Matt, brushing a hair out of his face. She knew it was wrong to sleep with her daughter's boyfriend, but she really didn't care. She had always had anyone she wanted and the young man was sexy. It wasn't like she wanted to steal him away, she just wanted a hard cock now and then.
"Thank was great Miss Williams," he said.
"You can call me Amanda dear," she said, stroking his back.
He smiled and kissed her once more before rolling off of her, his knot popping free after only a moment of protest. At eighteen he simply didn't have a lot of staying power. "I had better get down stairs, Betty will be here soon."
"You treat her well," she said with a wink.
"I will!" he said, quickly pulling his clothing on and then hurrying out of the room.
Amanda smiled, sliding off the bed, feeling wonderful after the fucking. She picked up her panties, pulling them up her thick legs and full ass, enjoying how the large fabric held onto her rear end. Pulling on her massive bra she laughed, thinking at how small and perky her breasts had been in school, then again everything was small about her back in the day. She was almost 170 pounds heavier then when she graduated..
She picked up her house dress from the floor, pulling it back over her head and felling it settle down over her heavy body. It wasn't the most flattering dress in the world, but it hugged her hips and large ass and showed off some cleavage. She was middle aged, so she could get away with it.
Lastly she walked over to her heals, frowning when she found the t-shirt sitting on it. Picking it up she gave it a look, it wasn't her daughters, or any of the girls her oldest son brought home. A small part of her mind, the part that had been a teenager just an hour before, told her that it had been hers, but that was obviously ridicules. It would simply never fit!
Throwing it to the side she slipped into her heals, feeling them squeeze at her foot and toes. It was a nice feel, and one she enjoyed with each step she took. Taking a moment to adjust her hair, and making a note to get the stylist to dye it again, she started back downstairs. Even if she could be a girl again she hardly wanted to be, it was much better to be a woman!
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New Old Shoes
Mandy leaned in through the front door, looking around to see if her mother was home. When it seemed like the coast was clear she slipped into the house, Matt following a few feet behind her. The young woman pulling her boyfriend along, hurrying towards the stairs.
She froze when she heard a sound from the kitchen, the motioned for the young man to go upstairs. He nodded and hurried up them trying to be as quite as he could. He had just vanished around the corner when her mother walked out of the kitchen. The older woman was wearing an unflattering dress that hugged her belly and hung away from her thin hips. "Amanda, I thought you had something going on after school?"
The younger woman snorted, flicking her head back so her black hair bounced over her head and down over her eyes. "Plans changed," she replied.
"I would like to know when that happens," he mother scolded, picking up her purse.
She pouted a bit. "I'm eighteen, I don't have to tell you what I'm doing."
Her mother sighed and shook her head. "You're birthday was only a week ago and you're still in high school. Don't let it go to your head."
"Fine mom," she said, crossing her arms under her small but perky breasts.
With a smile the older woman reached out and pushed the hair away, smiling at her daughter. "You're still young, don't go rushing into everything like you're my age."
"I'm glad I'm not your age," she muttered under her breath. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be so... middle aged!
Making a point to ignore the comment the older woman pulled on her jacket. "I'll be back in a few hours, I expect you to be here when I get home."
"Yes, mom," she said with another exaggerated sigh. She had no plans of going anywhere, not as long as Matt was with her. Going out would have defeated the whole point of sneaking him into the house in the first place.
"Good, I'll see you tonight," the older woman said with a smile, then turned and headed out the door, letting it close behind her.
Mandy let out a long breath then turned and hurried up the stairs, happy to see that Matt was waiting for her just near the top. "She's gone."
"Good," he replied, pulling her into his arms and kissing her for a few moments. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him tightly as her hands flicked down slightly against her tight jeans.
She slowly broke the kiss and smiled up at him. He smiled back, his green eyes twinkling brightly. Taking his hand she started to lead him towards her bedroom, eager to have her way with him. He was a great boyfriend, with a trim swimmer's build and a wonderful shaft. He was the guy anyone want to have, and even some of the teachers wanted him, but that was creepy, they were the same age as her mother and she couldn't stomach the idea of her mom sleeping with her boyfriend. Not that her mom would do anything like that, she was uptight about such things. She just needed to relax, to learn that it was better to be a young woman then an old lady!
The young woman stopped as she got a wicked idea. Turning around she pulled him back the way they came and down the other side of the hallway, stopping at her mother's door.
"Mandy?" the boy asked.
"It will be the most action her bed as seen in years," she said, pushing the door open to reveal the neatly made king sized bed, one side empty since her father left when she was young. The room was very tasteful, all the clothing put away and everything neat and in the right place. The only thing that stood out was her mother's heels next to the dresser. They were annoying things, and she had no idea how her mom could wear them.
Matt looked around, moving gingerly into the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "This is kind of weird," he said.
"It is," she replied, moving up closer to him and sitting in his lap. "But think about it. We'll be showing off what should be going on in here, give the bed a good workout," she said, jumping a bit and making the bed rock.
He smiled and gave her another kiss, his hands wrapping around her, slipping up under her shirt to rub at her sides. "I suppose so, and it will be nice to have enough room for once."
Lifting up her arms, she let him pull off her top, throwing it to the side, neither of them noticing as it landed on the empty heels.
Mandy took off her bra, dropping it to the floor scooting back to lay down on the bed, her black hair pooling around her head. Her small and firm breasts rose up from her chest, her small nipples rock hard. "Come and get me," she said, smiling up to her boyfriend.
He smiled and moved up her body, reaching for her pants as he started to work them open, exposing the cute pink panties. The pants held tight to thin legs, taking a little work to slide free, then joining the rest of her clothing on the floor, leaving her in nothing but the panties.
"Damn, you're hot," he said, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.
"Thanks hon," she replied, winking to her boyfriend, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, her body hot in anticipation. She hardly noticed that the thin layer of remaining baby fat on her body was melting away, her breasts starting to relax slightly, losing the slightly conical shape and becoming more naturally round.
Matt smiled down at her, looking over the now twenty-one year old woman. The boy pulled his pants down, counting his blessings that he had found himself such a sexy older woman to date. His shaft pushed out against his briefs, tenting them out as they fabric started to become soaked with precum.
She looked up at him and motioned for him to come closer.
He didn't need another invitation, moving up the bed to kiss her firmly on the lips, his hands reaching down to stroke over her hips, teasing around the hem of her panties. Slowly he started pulling the down, exposing the soft lips of her sex. Leaning down he kissed at them, teasing them with his tongue while he pulled the panties off.
Mandy squirmed a bit as he started to explore her sex, his tongue swimming around and rubbing at the walls of her pussy. He was talented, she would give him that, but at twenty five she had fucked a number of guys. Some were better, some were worse, but this young man was the most eager. It was all the teenage hormones.
She smiled at him, parting her legs as she pushed her hair out of her face, a few grey hairs stating to show up mixed in with the black. It wasn't enough to be worth dying her hair, but she knew she had to do something about it sooner or later. She reached down and stroked over the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair as her breasts starting to hang a bit more, losing the firmness of youth.
The eager young man kept licking at her, taking his time to explore the shape of her depths and the outline of her nether lips. He paused to lick at her clit for a few moments, sucking on it happily as his hips shook from side to side. His anticipation easy to see.
Finally he lifted his head from her sex, kissing right above it, then higher still. He slowly worked his way up her belly, the tight muscles starting to melt away as a layer of fat began to build on her belly. Her nipples were changing as well, growing thicker and fatter on top of her swelling aureoles. Her breasts growing to match, filling out with the full tear drop shape of a woman who had just had her first child, gaining a couple inches in the process.
Matt continued to kiss over the curve of her belly, loving the curve of it as he worked to the underside of her full breasts. He took one of the large nipples into his mouth, sucking happily on it while rolling it around his tongue, the dark flesh firm in his mouth.
The twenty-nine year old woman squirmed on the bed, moaning softly as he teased her nipples. A part of her was glad to find someone eleven years her junior to fuck her so soon after having a child. He was quite the change from her baby's deadbeat father. He was such a strong and firm man, more passionate then most she had been with.
He lets her nipple slip free from his lips as he started to kiss up her cleavage. He paused to lick at curve of her neck, teasing it for a few moments before lifting his head to look her in the eyes. He held himself nose to nose with her, smiling at the older woman before kissing her firmly on the lips.
Mandy happily returned to the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, holding him closer to him as another ripple passed down her body, her belly swelling out even more with some extra baby weight she could never quite loose. Stretch marks rippled across her skin, not quite able to fade away like they had after her first child. Her breasts grew larger as well, pressing up against the young man as they kissed.
Matt explored her mouth with his tongue, teasing it around as she moved to straddle her, his firm shaft rubbing between them. He still had that slightly high arching erection of a young man, precum starting to leak from the pointed head.
Breaking the kiss, she smiled up to the young man, her black hair taking on a short cut bob around her head. She looked good for being thirty-three with two kids, and she knew it. She arched her soft full breasts up against him and smile. "Fuck me hon."
"Happy to," he said, kissing her again, lifting his hips as she parted her legs. Moving into position he looked deep into her eyes as he slowly sank down into her eager pussy. He took his time, pressing in inch by inch, filling her warmth with his manhood.
She let out a pleased moan as she was filled, at thirty-five she was so happy that a young man like Matt would find her attractive. Pressing back up against him she kissed him again, feeling a warmth filling her body.
Matt started to stroke his length into her, starting to tease her with his shaft. He was still young and inexperienced, but he was trying hard to please her the way a mature woman should be. She was willing to forget the occasional misstep as he started to pick up speed.
Mandy wiggled happily, her ass lifting up to meet his trusting but not because of anything she did. As she got closer to forty extra weight started to settle on her body. Her ass filled out rounder, adding quite a bit of extra padding, her hips growing to match and her legs filling out as well. A layer of fat wrapped around her arms, losing some of the tone, and adding a few extra inch of flab to her belly. Her breasts got the most of it, filling out a couple more inches, taking on the natural heavy shape of a mature woman.
Her lover started to pick up speed, kissing her again as her face filled out and slight jowels started to take shape. He was eager, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth as his hands stroked along her side, teasing over the wonderful curves of her wide hips and large ass.
Amanda started to whimper as she passed forty years old, squirming as the young man started to pound her. She knew he was just a child compared to her, but it had been months she had been with anyone and he was so eager and excited. She kissed him back, starting to rock with him, teasing his body with her own, feeling him pawing and squeezing at her thick sides.
"Harder," she said, breaking the kiss for a moment.
"Yes," he whimpered, bracing his feet against the end of the bed and starting to pound into her, his shaft positioning deep into her wet pussy while his knot started to swell. It filled the room with the wonderful sounds of sex. She started to moan and pant, twisting in pleasure as she continued to age with each thrust of the young man's cock.
She pressed his arms around his body, pulling him to her as she started to get hotter, feeling wonderful flush as she felt her climax building. At the same time the young man seemed to have nearly given his all, his youth working against his stamina. He started to moan as he slammed himself hard into her, starting to cum.
That was enough for the forty-six year old woman. Arching her back up to her lover she let out a muted cry as she climaxed a moment later. Her pussy clenched tightly around the boy's shaft as they were tied together. She hugged him close, whimpering softly as it washed over her, making her feel so young again, even if it was for a moment.
As the moment slowly passed they dropped back on the bed, panting hard. Amanda looked up at Matt, brushing a hair out of his face. She knew it was wrong to sleep with her daughter's boyfriend, but she really didn't care. She had always had anyone she wanted and the young man was sexy. It wasn't like she wanted to steal him away, she just wanted a hard cock now and then.
"Thank was great Miss Williams," he said.
"You can call me Amanda dear," she said, stroking his back.
He smiled and kissed her once more before rolling off of her, his knot popping free after only a moment of protest. At eighteen he simply didn't have a lot of staying power. "I had better get down stairs, Betty will be here soon."
"You treat her well," she said with a wink.
"I will!" he said, quickly pulling his clothing on and then hurrying out of the room.
Amanda smiled, sliding off the bed, feeling wonderful after the fucking. She picked up her panties, pulling them up her thick legs and full ass, enjoying how the large fabric held onto her rear end. Pulling on her massive bra she laughed, thinking at how small and perky her breasts had been in school, then again everything was small about her back in the day. She was almost 170 pounds heavier then when she graduated..
She picked up her house dress from the floor, pulling it back over her head and felling it settle down over her heavy body. It wasn't the most flattering dress in the world, but it hugged her hips and large ass and showed off some cleavage. She was middle aged, so she could get away with it.
Lastly she walked over to her heals, frowning when she found the t-shirt sitting on it. Picking it up she gave it a look, it wasn't her daughters, or any of the girls her oldest son brought home. A small part of her mind, the part that had been a teenager just an hour before, told her that it had been hers, but that was obviously ridicules. It would simply never fit!
Throwing it to the side she slipped into her heals, feeling them squeeze at her foot and toes. It was a nice feel, and one she enjoyed with each step she took. Taking a moment to adjust her hair, and making a note to get the stylist to dye it again, she started back downstairs. Even if she could be a girl again she hardly wanted to be, it was much better to be a woman!
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