Her pussy was hot and wet and she did all the work for us both using her thighs to ride me, lifting herself up and the dropping back down, impaling herself on me. She put my hands on her at first, encouraging me to feel her hanging fruits and give them a squeeze so that her soft breast meat squished between my fingers. I was in heaven! I wondered how many other men had been in my position underneath my friend's mom. How old was she actually? How many men had she slept with?
Every time I squeezed her breasts I got a response; a smile, an appreciative moan or a word of encouragement. "Pinch my nipples," she whispered as she rolled her big hips in my lap.
With each tweak on her large nipples I noticed her smile and grimace at the same time. "Harder," she directed me to torment her beautiful hanging teets and I happily complied, clamping down on them a little harder with my thumb and forefinger. She would speed up her rhythm and I could start to feel her get really wet on my cock.
I never felt a woman get slick and wet on my cock before and I was thrilled! I kept squeezing her tough nipples and watching her writhe in ecstasy, begging for more and fucking me like a wild animal!
"I'm going to cum!" She braced herself on my chest so she could grind even harder against me. "Don't stop! Harder, please! Do it as hard as you can!"
For all I knew at the time, nipples were like buttons and the harder you squeezed them, the faster a woman would cum. I found out with subsequent girlfriends that this wasn't the case, but at the time I did as requested and clamped down on her brutalized nips as hard as I could and gave them little twists, tugging on them like I was trying to pull them off!
I came inside her in that moment, while watching my first truly deep and exhausted female orgasm ripple through her body in wave after wave of spasming pleasure! It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't hold back anymore. I tensed and let my jism explode out of me while I yanking on her nipples like I was milking a cow. The idea that her pain was part of her pleasure was too much for me to process.
We were both drenched in sweat in her steamy little bedroom as she collapsed on top of me, kissing me passionately, grateful and affectionately.
She told me I was a good lay. I'll never forget that. It was almost six now and her son, my friend would probably be home soon. She told me I should go. I dressed while she lay in bed and felt her sore breasts, smiling. I didn't want to leave but she said I had to. I asked her if we could do this again and she told me that it probably wasn't a good idea. Despite that, I did come back a few other times throughout that summer when my friend wasn't home and his mom taught me a lot about sex but they moved away after that and I never saw her again. He and I reconnected on Facebook recently but they still don't live near me and I thought it would be weird to ask about his mom.
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