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Great Party!

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: julia6_2 Posted on: 18 Mar 2020 9 comments
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It all started out innocently enough. I planned an elderly relative some miles away and casually mentioned it to my son's fianc? on the telephone. She suggested that I might like to stay at her flat overnight as her flat mates were already planning a small supper with friends. I made some token protests but she would not take no for an answer throwing in the reasonable request that I could transport my son, her fianc?.It really did work out very well. David appeared on Friday evening and we had an old fashioned family meal with him and my daughter's current lover, a very sexy young woman.The next morning began very early with hubby massaging my breasts as we spooned, his growing erection wedged between the cheeks of my bum. It was very early so I was only half awake as I maneuvered to give him full access. One hand caressed my stomach on its way south before diving into my bush seeking out my cunt.Gently massaging my outer lips he coaxed my juices to flow before spreading the liquid over my clit. My hand joined his and soon I was vigorously rubbing myself as two of his fingers were sliding in and out of me.I was getting there but the position was hurting my leg. A few whispered endearments and I moved, head down, bottom up and spread. His face found my pussy and he licked from my juicy hole to the puckered one, spending a few delicious moments with his tongue deep in the later. A desperate instruction from me and he stood up to slide home firmly holding my hips.It did not take long for either of us. His rhythmic penetration of my very juicy cunt, assisted by my finger on my clit, brought me quickly to orgasm. My muscles gripped him as my convulsions ran through me.He let me regain my breath before turning me over and folding my knees up by my ears. Standing above me he slid home again and took his pleasure. It is a wonderful moment, in post orgasmic bliss, watching and feeling your man working himself to his own denouement and then those final thrusts as he squirts his seed.He curled up beside me gently suckling a breast as we both dropped off to sleep, the gentle winter dawn light providing a soft illumination.I woke a little later as he placed his hand on my pubes and pulled on a nipple with his teeth. “Go on” and “You too” were the only words spoken as my finger explored the wetness between my thighs. His finger and thumb massaged his foreskin encouraging his blood to flow and his dick to swell. Soon he was hard, firmly gripping his member, moving his fist in that sexy motion. I too was working hard with my fingers. I could scent my arousal and was making delicious squelching noises.There was no point in delay. We both rushed towards our climax with him winning on this occasion. He discharged onto my stomach, one quite nice jet and the rest pouring out of him like a white waterfall. I was not long after him, letting myself explode as he held a nipple in his teeth, strong enough to leave a mark. He got up and wiped me with a towel as I just cleaned off his cock with my mouth. We kissed, he headed for the shower and I just lay back content. The next thing I knew was him kissing me again and sliding a finger into my pussy. He was dressed and ready for his golf but we did share a taste of our combined juices from his finger before he left.I had a shower which was interrupted by my daughter who popped her head in to say that she and her friend were off shopping. She also said that David showed no sign of waking having been called twice. I wrapped up my hair, put on a robe and padded along to his room. He was laying there, just decent, with a big grin on his face. I went in and said the stern mummy stuff about getting up and ready but he took the wind out of my sails by telling me that the best part of Saturdays in his teens was me getting him up. I was a bit embarrassed but saw the funny side of it and giggling sat down on the bed.I think some explanation is required here. One afternoon, when David was about 14, I came home from shopping mid afternoon and decided to throw some things in the washing machine. Not thinking anyone was home I barged straight into his room. He was naked on his bed masturbating with a pair of my knickers wrapped around his member. He was also looking at a few soft porn magazines. He was very shocked and curled himself up into a fetal ball.I decided that if I made the wrong move now he would be put off for life and I really did not want that. I sat down on the bed and spoke very quietly to him. No raised voice, I just apologized for interrupting him and explained that I just did not expect him to be home. I went on to say that what he was doing was perfectly natural and that he should not be ashamed.When asked why he was home he did manage to explain. I am not sure I totally believed why he had been let out of school on his own. I guessed he was just skiving but thought it best to leave that for the moment. He was still naked but had relaxed a little and was starting to regain his erection. I said that we would arrange to get a lock on his door and that at least got a smile from him. I got up to leave him saying that I would get out of the way so he could finish what I had interrupted.He got all red faced again and said he could not possibly with me knowing. I touched his forehead and sat down again. Employing my best feminine pleading voice I urged him to continue. No young man would hold back for very long and he was soon vigorously wanking. It was quick. A half suppressed curse, which I pretended not to hear and he pumped a good dose out onto his chest. After a few moments I cleaned him up with my panties and pulled the duvet over him.We never did manage to fit a lock on his door and for the next couple of years his sister and I were treated on many occasions to displays of male virility. My displays were usually on Saturday morning when he should have been getting up to attend rugby or cricked matches. Mostly I would watch him ejaculate and a few time I held his (other) hand. It died a natural death as he got towards 16. I suspect he was finding girlfriends to help him out.He developed into a very handsome and well mannered young man. Just before he was due to go off to Australia with his girlfriend, during his gap year, I took him some morning tea and we chatted for a while. I told him we were very happy and excited about his trip but I would miss my morning demonstrations. He flipped his sheet back exposing himself. It wasn’t hard but then again it wasn’t soft. I just whispered “go on” and he said “no you”.I am sure my face was bright red as I reached out for him. It was firm but still growing in my hand. When I do this for hubby I get myself in a position that exposes a lot of thigh, well most of my cunt to be accurate. I sort of automatically assumed the same position now and was rewarded with a muttered “lovely”. It did not take long but was quite casual in a way. Then his orgasm reminded me how much spunk young men have. It went onto his chest, his face, his pillow and, of course, my hand. I held him as he came down from his peak and then got a flannel to clean him up. I felt motherly again as I performed this task and I could see his eyes closing. I kissed his forehead and covered him, leaving him to sleep.There were no further incidents before he left for Australia apart from hugs being just that little bit closer and longer. He has been back ages and, as you will have noticed from my other story his sexuality has not been completely hidden from me.So there he is laying there smirking at me. He does look very sexy so I pull the sheet off him. He must have been playing as he was fully erect. I whispered “no fucking” and slipped off my robe leaving, incongruously, a towel over my hair. I eagerly sucked him until he gently lifted me away from him and lay me down. Pushing my thighs right up he opened me up and his face just dived in.He just took his time, tasted it all, by the time he clamped his lips over my clit I was pleading. I had three orgasms in fairly quick succession. I did not actually squirt but my juices were pouring out of me. As I calmed down he just smiled and said that it was a thank you for all the other times. His erection was not diminished and there was evidence of his own clear fluid over the head. He accepted my offer to fish him and his preferred position was 69.I clambered over him, my nether regions a few inches from his face, and firmly wanked him. After a few moments he started to moan and I firmly held the head of his dick in my mouth as he gave me all. I clambered off and grabbed my wrap stating firmly that he would be ready in an hour. I got to my room and burst into tears. Just too much emotion I suppose.An hour later we were on the road. We had been a little embarrassed with each other till we just laughed. I threw him the keys and we drove off with me dozing in the passenger seat. When I woke up we were almost there.We arrived in good time and the next few moments were taken up with greetings and introductions. The four women had shuffled their rooms to accommodate everyone and I had a room to myself. I was offered first use of the bathroom but declined as I had showered just before leaving home. Having hung up a few things I went to help prepare for the party. There were to be 10 of us, the 4 women in the flat, myself, my son, two guys who lived nearby and a couple who lived in the same building. The food seemed well organized so I concentrated on laying the table and making some simple flower arrangements.I had just started to change for dinner when my prospective daughter-in-law popped in to see me. She said that the table looked wonderful but the congratulatory kiss turned into a bit of a clinch. I was just wearing bra and panties and it felt very erotic to be treated this way by such a lovely young woman. We broke apart after a few moments and she said she would look forward to seeing me later at the party.I was very tempted to lay on the bed and play a little but resisted temptation and donned my ‘little black dress’. The outfit is just the decent side of tarty showing lots of cleavage and leg. There was a lot of lovely young flesh to compete with and I needed all the help I could get. Black hold up stockings, black heels, some big dangly earrings and a necklace that took the eye down between my breasts completed the ensemble. “Coming ready or not” I thought and prepared to make my entrance.At dinner I was sat between a guy on my right, who was one half of a gay couple, and my prospective daughter in law on my left. The rest of the group were a married couple from the same building, the other half of the gay couple, my son and the three others women from the flat. Conversation was fast, light hearted and very amusing. Both my neighbors were very attentive and very touchy feely. By the time we were eating cheese and drinking brandies both my stocking tops were on view. At one point they leant across me to kiss each other and both used the moment to side their hands up right up my thighs. My son seemed unmoved by this as he was talking to the married couple.A little later the lights were low and there were a few groups gently swaying to the music, I don’t think I could call it dancing. Emma, my son’s intending, was with the married couple. She was wearing some incredibly tight jeans with boots and a top tied up to show her stomach. The female half of the couple was the meat in the sandwich and there was lots of mutual caresses and kissing. Two of the women who lived there were dancing with David. He had his shirt off and they were holding him tight, both of them with a hand down the back of his jeans. The two guys from the gay couple pulled me to my feet and I found myself swaying gently between these two hunks.The evening moved on and I was passed around, the contact becoming more intimate more intimate with each change. All the guys were topless and 3 of the women were just wearing bras and jeans. The married lady may as well have been topless as her lingerie was completely transparent. When with them she pulled me into a really sloppy French kiss. Her hand was in her husband’s unzipped trousers and I felt a hand slide up my dress at the back, probably showing my panties to anyone who might look.I did manage a dance with David. I just rested my head on his shoulder and we moved around. Considering the erotic tension in the air we were quite restrained. He held me to him but his hand did not quite get to my bottom. I could however feel his erection on my stomach. He complemented on how sexy I looked and confirmed that I was enjoying myself. His final words to me were that everyone was very discrete.One of the gay couple was a very good kisser. We were in the kitchen with his partner and one of the hostesses. We were kissing and he had both of his hands in the back of my panties. I always get a kick out of being displayed this way. His partner had released the other woman’s breasts and was slobbering all over them. She had released her jeans and they were at mid thigh. I could just see his hand gripping the top of her panties and was tugging them up into her.All this groping and sexy sights was getting to me and I needed fucking. I whispered as much and dragged him towards my room. The other two followed behind with her just managing to hold up her jeans. There was not much finesse. I took off my panties and knelt on the bed, my skirt was lifted and I felt the comfort of a cock working its way up and down my slit. Just in front of me the young lady, now wearing just her T round her neck, lay on her back with knees bent. Her hand was firmly holding the hair of her chosen guy forcing his face into her completely shaven cunt.It was quiet, just a few murmurs and grunts until we caught each other’s eye. She reached forward and just touched my face and our eyes locked we raced to our orgasms. I got there first and then held her arm for about 30 seconds until she too exploded. It seemed right to kiss her gently as she relaxed from her high point and this developed as I sucked her young teats.As we arranged ourselves into a 69 I noticed that our male partners were now coupled with mine getting a vigorous seeing too. The night drifted into total debauchery. Our enthusiastic 69 developed into a group and then all the combinations we could manage. Two high (or low) points are worth mentioning. The two ladies placed on our hands and knees facing each other across the bed as we are slowly buggered. By going slowly the guys were able to make it last. The other started with me going for a pee but ended up with us all in peeing over each other.When I woke up the sun was streaming through the windows in which the curtains somehow never were closed. My Sapphic lover was still sleeping, her breast showing some marks from the nights events. The guys had left us and I reflected on how well they had behaved given my own total depravity. I gently tasted a nipple and let my hand explore the young flesh available to me. I found a very wet set of labia and soon encouraged her clit to sit up and take notice. She looked absolutely gorgeous as I made her climax but only woke for the last moment before turning over and returning to her dreams.I found a slip in my bag, to act as a sort of robe, and went seeking tea. The kitchen was a shambles but I did manage to make myself a drink. “We are all in Jane’s room.” I turned round to see the female half of the couple. She was just wearing panties. I followed her into a bedroom. My son was in bed with two of the hostess’ whilst the other was laying on the floor massaging a fairly impressive erection belonging to the husband of the lady who had greeted me.'Hi Mum. Great party'.