Sexy Miranda Comes to Stay, Actress aunt becomes Mark’s head sex coach

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“I’ll have to stop now.”

“Take it away and let me see you ejaculate.”

“Mark.”

“Just do it mum.”

Her face absolutely crimson, Cynthia obliged, her son watching in awe, her pussy smell hitting his nostrils and his dick hard and fighting to break through his zip. She began moaning, fingering her clip and then breathed heavily, as if expiring. She held her pussy lips apart, eyes closed.

Mark leaned forward, concentrating on keeping calm. He saw the soupy white liquid appear and looked up to see his mother staring at him intently. Hesitating, thinking about asking her to allow him to taste it – to taste any liquid coming from her pussy – he decided against it. Suddenly two of her fingers were up against his mouth; he opened his lips and tasted mummy.

“Ohmigod, never in my life did I think I would be doing this for you.”

“I regard it as a great honor, mum. Will you allow me to watch you and Miranda?”

“The cow – she told you…”

Cynthia could tell by the stupid grin he’s tricked her. “Don’t you dare talk to her about you and me. It’s best you mention that you’d like to see her with another woman. If she nominates me, pretend to be astonished.”

Mark left the bed and Cynthia said: “I’m surprised you didn’t ask to see my tits.”

“Some other time, mum. I don’t wish to be given all the treats at once.”

They grinned and she blew him a kiss.

Mark turned at the door and whispered loudly, “Mum, if you ever feel like a fuck just call me, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, looking appalled.

Mark returned to the pool, removed his shorts and dove in. He swam to the side and looked keenly at Miranda.

“Where have you been?” she yawned.

“Catching up on some study. You best get some clothes on. Mum’s home.”

“I’ve nothing she hasn’t seen.”

“I bet.”

He grinned catching the bemused look on her face, which changed to a seriously thoughtful look. Come on Miranda, he willed; think about showing me how two babes get their action.

Jasmine’s parents were out at the movies and Mark undressed her and she unzipped him and they played for a while.

“Has Miranda taught you anything more about satisfying sex,” Jasmine asked almost coyly.

He grinned and led her over to an armless chair. He sat down and she looked perplexed: “What?”

“Sit across my knees, facing me.”

“Don’t be daft; it will be uncomfortable and I’ll unbalance and fall to the floor.”

Mark didn’t move, holding out his arms.

“All right, but I’ll be mad at you if I fall and get hurt.”

Jasmine straddled his thighs, his erection, pointing parallel to his belly, was squashed between them.

“Ohmigod, it’s almost up me already.”

“That’s the idea, lift and I’ll push it out under you and then you sit down gently.”

“Ohmigod, Ohmigod – it’s filling me, feels so tight. I think I’m going to orgasm.”

Mark urged her to rest for a moment, to get used to the intrusion.

She said she felt more comfortable.

When she was relaxed he pushed his hands under her ass to lift her and lower her; she responded immediately, pushing up from her feet and easing off, catching his rhythm.

Jasmine noticed Mark was struggling a little to suck her breasts flexed her back to tune into the momentum, stabilizing excessive moments of her breasts, and moaned as the sucking immediately became more effective.

“This is physical, but ohmigod do I feel as if I’m been drilled,” she said, licking and biting his ear.

They climaxed closely, the chair coping with the extra weight and activity.

On Wednesday – sports and recreation days – Mark’s last lecture finished at noon. He arrived home to find the house locked yet he’d seen his mother’s car when putting his bicycle away. She’d been expecting him home for lunch. Perhaps she and Miranda were out boozing. Unlocking the door he heard his mother call, “In the bedroom Mark.

Both women were nude, but not touching. A tea wagon was laden with cold foods, wine and fruit juices. His mother’s breasts caught Mark’s attention as he stepped forward to kiss the sisters. Already aware that his mother’s breasts were big – he’d seen them often enough in her one-piece swim-suits – he was surprised just how large they were out of a bra – heavy hanger grade.

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