Wife trapping guy bangs ladies wanting to list his house

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“I have a son your age.”

Lizzie wasn’t exactly giving me a mother to son look. Her smile was genuine. I could feel my body moving slightly towards Hell. What little she said about her husband didn’t tell much except he was Managing Broker at the national realty chain where they both worked.

She went on to tell about her experience in learning the real estate business and how her husband didn’t show her any favors. She said both or her houses she had sold had relied mostly on luck.

“Some of the girls said that sex sells house. Even better, sex lists houses. What to you think?”

“I can tell you that every one that has looked at the house to list it has tried to use their womanhood to sway my decision.”

“To what extent?”

She had a look to her like my Mom when she wanted me to confess something that she already knew. She crossed her legs as she asked, confusing me even more.

“Ummm, I guess the full extent.”

“You had sex with some of them?”

I didn’t have any reason to lie. I had the feeling she wanted me to say yes.

“Yes.”

“That explains why I’m not getting listings. They are the most profitable without the direct work with the buyers.”

“I understand that. It’s a lot of money. And, it’s not like they are selling themselves on the street.”

“Too bad I’m to old for that.”

“I don’t think so.”

“That’s sweet, but don’t lie to me. I’d be too old for you.”

“Again, I don’t think so.”

“You can’t be serious.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue was quick to meet mine. It wasn’t the kind of kiss I’d get from my mom. It was the kind of kiss I always imagined Mom would give me if I was fucking her.

My hands were on the sides of Lizzie’s tits, feeling through her dress and bra. I brought my thumbs over her nipples. Passion the women hadn’t felt in years took her over. I reached under her dress and pulled off her panties. As we continued to kiss I worked a finger into her pussy.

“Thirty-five years and I’ve never cheated on my husband. Here I am with someone young enough to be my son.”

“Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“No, are you going to screw me?”

“Screw you, fuck you. Which ever you prefer.”

“Fuck me then.”

I moved her over to the couch and sat her down on the edge.

“Let me take off my dress.”

“No, leave it on.”

I lifted her dress and pressed my lips to her smoldering cunt.

“Gracious. No one’s done that since college.”

She had her hand on the back of my head to be sure I didn’t get away. I was tasting the juices from deep inside her with my tongue. I sucked up and down both cunt lips. Lizzie was positively out of her mind. I sucked her clit and she exploded. I went back to her slit not wanting to miss a drop. I looked up across her heaving tummy and over her boobs to her face. God, it could be Mom. I had to fuck her.

I could have fucked her right there. Then I remembered my earlier flashbacks of Mom fucking the delivery guy. Was it a coincidence that I was wearing brown pants? I brought her to her feet, directed her behind the couch and move her to where her arms were across the back of the couch. I folded my brown pants and put them over the arm of the couch like it was done when the deliveryman fucked Mom those many, many years ago.

I flipped her skirt hem over her back and placed the head of my cock right between her outer lips. Lizzie said something I didn’t fully hear. The pretty agent was crying,

“Sorry, What did you say?”

“I said I’m throwing away 35 years of being faithful to my husband.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’ve been so good for so long … push!”

Actually, it was Lizzie that pushed to take in the first inches. Then I stroked into her until I was buried with my balls slapping under her. I had my hands on her ass. She arched her back to bring her hips up to me just like I had watched Mom do with the deliveryman back in the day. Thirty five years of being the good wife melted away as I pumped into her married cunt.

After the first few minutes or so I stopped fucking Lizzie. I was now fucking Mom and my cock was quickly to the point I was going to fill her with my cum. Suddenly I was in the 1980’s and seed was about to boil from my shaft into this pretty fifty-seven year old. Lizzie’s body lurched just as my seed spurted into her. It was through clenched teeth when she spoke, but it was loud.

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