A young lady and her mother meet an older man

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I was on my hands and knees, dripping sweat with dirt up to my elbows from weeding the flower box alongside the house when I heard the doorbell ring.

It was Sunday morning, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I was trying to get this little chore finished before the impending rain came, so I tried to ignore it. It rang a second and then a third time, so I finally got up and walked around the front of the house to see who it was.

Standing there at the door with her back to me was a very attractive young lady, dressed in flip-flops, a pair of very short, ragged cut off jeans and a T-shirt shortened to just below the swell of her breasts. When I finally looked up from her well-rounded ass to her pixie-cut blond hair, I recognized her as Sarah Rogers, my son’s 22-year-old ex-girlfriend.

“Hi, Sarah. What can I do for you?”

“Hello, Mr. Wilson. I was looking for Todd.”

“Sorry, Sarah, he left this morning to spend some time with his mother before he goes back to school next week. I thought you two broke up. Anything I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to return some of his stuff and talk to him. That jerk I’ve been dating is a nerd. Uh oh, it’s starting to rain. Can we go inside?”

“Sure, let’s see what you’ve got in the box.”

“It’s just some of his shirts and a couple of CDs.”

As I rummaged through the stuff, I saw that she had neglected to mention a pair of his jockey shorts and half-empty box of condoms.

“Okay, Sarah, I’ll see that he gets them. How did you get here?”

“I share an apartment with my mother over on Fir Street. It was only six blocks, so I walked.”

“Well, you can’t walk back in the rain. Give me a few minutes to clean up, and I’ll drive you home.”

While I showered, I wondered what sort of relationship my son had with this nubile young nymph. She certainly was sexy. I was standing there, drying off with a towel when I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, standing behind me only a few feet away, leaning against the doorjamb and giving me the once-over.

“What are you doing, Sarah? You shouldn’t be here.”

“I just wanted to see what your body looked like, if you were built like Todd. You’re very handsome like Todd, but your shoulders are a little broader and your waist is a little thicker. I couldn’t tell about your cock because I never saw his when he didn’t have a hard-on.”

I was a little embarrassed by this exchange and tried to cover myself with the towel. It would only be a moment or two before I had a hard-on too.

“I have a very nice pussy. Do you want to see it?”

Without waiting for an answer, she unzipped the jeans and dropped them around her ankles to reveal a pair of thong panties. These quickly followed the jeans, and she stepped out of both, leaving her nude from her T-shirt down.

I must say, it was a beautiful pussy — completely devoid of hair, with luscious, full, pink lips. As I watched, she rubbed it sensuously with her fingers.

“Have you got a hard-on yet, Mr. Wilson? Let me see.”

She stepped forward and, with a quick yank, whisked the towel away, leaving me completely exposed with my hard dick staring her straight in the eye.

“That’s more like it! You have a beautiful cock, just like Todd’s, except that I think yours is a little thicker.”

One of her hands was massaging my dick while the other was rubbing the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, come into the bedroom and have sex with me. I haven’t had any since Todd and I broke up three weeks ago. I’m so horny I’ve been climbing the walls.”

I wanted to help her out but I knew I shouldn’t. A 48-year-old man doesn’t have any business screwing around with a 22-year-old girl. I followed her into the bedroom, fully intending to tell her so. She flopped on the bed on her back, legs spread, that beautiful, wet pussy staring up at me, and all my good intentions flew out the window.

I succumbed to the carnal lust interred deep within my psyche and buried my face in that luscious thing that had mesmerized me so. Her legs clamped shut on my head and held me in a vice-like grip while my tongue prodded deep in her deliciously moist garden of delights. She was writhing like a snake as I lashed at her with my soft probe. I finally found her clitoris and was able to suck it between my lips. While I had it imprisoned, my tongue caressed it time and again. I knew she was in the throes of an orgasm when she began to buck wildly against my face, all the while continuously moaning and thrashing from side to side.

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