Lyn's Mother Follows In Daughter's Footsteps

Treading in your daughter’s footsteps, I am once again at the airport placard raised waiting anxiously for you.  You exit out of arrivals wheeling an identical case to Lyn’s and I almost mistake you for her: same stunning looks and body dressed to be noticed, you immediately stand out from the crowd.  A strong sense of Déjà vu overcomes me.

Strikingly red blouse worn loose around your shoulders partially unbuttoned revealing fulsome breasts precariously nestling in a low-cupped frilly black bra.  Black skirt, short and clingingly tight draws attention to your curvaceous hips, shapely rear and legs, and once again, mother like daughter you’re attracting the attention of numerous men, awakening their dormant libidos.

My cock stiffens as my eyes follow you.  I wave excitedly; you spot me and approach, eyebrows raised and face breaking into a smile as you catch sight of my already prominent bulge.  Envious eyes settle on us as we greet and hug, your breasts burying themselves into me, my hands embracing you before cheekily dropping to caress the contours of your buttocks.  You raise no objection.  Still in our embrace I feel your warm tickling breath on my ear as you whisper softly, ‘Mm you really have been longing to meet me’.

In the taxi sitting cross-legged I catch sight of the holding clips of a garter belt flat against inviting thigh clinging to fine embroidered mesh stocking.  I’m taken aback as no sooner have we set off you lean over and with casual brazenness unzip my flies, hands deftly freeing my constrained cock from my underpants.  A satisfied smile forming as you watch it stiffen, rising erect, veins protruding. Manicured nailed fingers curl around my throbbing shaft and with slow deliberation teasingly roll back the final folds of foreskin to unsheathe my throbbing head; precum-moistened parted lips greet your eyes and you let out a silent murmur of delight, that of a cat toying with her prey.  I’m struggling to contain myself, and before I know it you’re running your fingertips oh so delicately up and down my shaft.  The tingling sensation of your light touch along my shaft stiffens my whole body and sends me over the edge, succumbing uncontrollably like an adolescent to my surging orgasm.  Head now bent low over me your face hidden behind fallen hair and hands resting on my thigh and knee I feel the wet sensation of tongue and lips silently licking and sucking up my flowing discharge.  The driver feigning blindness and deafness to our activities lowers the window to clear the air and drives on unperturbed; his face expressionless.  I sink back into the seat in a daze as you lick off the last of me from your smiling lips, the glint of satisfaction in those cat like eyes.

We journey to where Lyne told you I took her.  Her recounting of our meeting and experience at that hotel had you so intrigued and aroused that you too insisted on being taken there.  We arrive soon enough, and as we enter the hotel I sense your mounting excitement as you take in the surroundings.  The bald concierge is in his office.  After several rings of the desk bell he finally appears somewhat annoyed at being parted from his activity.  I notice he had switched off one of the screens.  Recognition though brings about a change in his manner, and then, his eyes fall on you.  A broad grin supplants his surly expression as under his breath I hear him mutter ‘another tart’ and he leisurely signs us in, his eyes slowly roaming over your body so blatantly undressing you: your cleavage in particular attracting longing attention.  His lanky bellboy appears as if from nowhere and soon enough recognition of me dawns on him too.  He beams wildly his eyes flit from me to longingly lingering over you having forgotten his recent embarrassing moment with Lyn.  He harbours the exact same thoughts as his boss.  You of course notice their un-hidden attentions, which delight and arouse, affirming Lyn’s description of man and boy.

You had expressed your ardent wish we occupy the same room Lyn and I fucked in and so that is where we are led.  I tip the boy whom again displays his knowing look on leaving but as I’m about to close the door behind him you brush past me and catch him just outside.  Bending close with one hand on spread on his buttocks you whisper something in his ear.  Whatever it is his eyes light up and his trouser crotch betrays an ardent desire.  He leaves with an ecstatic look on his face.  Leaving me wondering.

The room is in the exact same sorry state as when last here. Though the windowpanes to the full-length window over looking a narrow street seems to be grubbier.  The aroma of stale cum embraces me like a returning friend, its presence you find intoxicating.  You walk around surveying the room and eagerly approach the bed whipping back the bed covering with expectation.  You are not disappointed, to your delight it reveals its heavily patchwork cum stained sheet and I see the joy lit on your face.  Meanwhile, I am covertly looking around to see if I can spot the camera, which I do easily, as it is in plain view fixed above the wardrobe facing the bed. How could I have missed that!

Discreetly I indicate its presence; it does not perturb you, just the opposite, it excites.  Without any hesitation and displaying casual innocence you slowly start to undress in front of the wardrobe mirror, performing a teasing striptease purportedly for my benefit and discarding your clothes onto the carpet as you do so.

Now standing naked in front of the mirror you pretend to admire yourself, running your hands provocatively over your curvaceous body and taking undue time over your breasts, cupping them and squeezing them, accompanied by open mouth facial expressions of desire.  With body arched, head thrown back and breasts offered up to the camera you whisper my name.  What a damn erotic sight you present.  And, I’m now imagining both the concierge, and the bellboy with his long slender cock, back in his office eyes glued to the screen both masturbating to your image.  

That thought and the sight of your twisting body has me wanton.  Naked, I’m now right up behind you, erect cock between buttocks, hands clutching your hips, then caressing over your warm belly, up over your ribcage as you inhale jutting your gorgeous breasts further out, teasing me to cup your voluminous delight.  I raise them feeling their luscious weight, nipples ringed by areola dimples standing so proud.  Bending over your shoulder, your head laid back submissively resting on mine, I squeeze your left breast firmly bringing your hardened nipple in reach of my mouth my wet tongue teasingly licking at it and sucking on it between pursed lips.  My other hand down between your legs, fingers rubbing and tugging at your fleshy lips.  I see our reflected embrace in the mirror, your mouth temptingly open breathing heavily, eyes closed.  And, glancing up to the camera I’m picturing the amount of cum being released at the other end of the lens.

I have an overwhelming urge to take you from the rear like I took your daughter, but not on the bed.  Instead I lead you over to the full-length window.  Drawing the curtains aside I press your body against the glass; stomach and breasts flattened against the cold pane, the shock of the cold stimulates you and then realisation dawns on you of my intention, you let out a whispered ‘OH God yes, take me in full view’.  Your head now turned to one side facing the cupboard, your cheek pressed against the pane.  Legs parted, arms stretched above you with hands flat against the pane in a crucifixion stance.  I run my hand down between and under your buttocks savouring your now wet fleshy vaginal lips and find your cunt wanting.  Pressing your hips against the windowpane I enter you easing my burning meat in and thrusting upwards as far as I can.  The sound of squeaking flesh rubbing against glass pane excites me so.  I’m rhythmically fucking you to the sound of squeeks, your heavy breathing and soft moans add to its soft chorus and my delight; such sweet music to my ears.  Your hot breath has misted the window and your cheeks smear away the moisture with each penetrating motion.

Your displayed body and elongated flattened breasts against the window catch the attention of a couple of people sat by their computers in the office across the road.   Over your shoulder as I continue my rhythmic humping I see others, curious, rise from their desks and walk over to the windows to see what the attraction is.  The numbers swell as word spreads amongst them and very soon there are about eight or more faces all stood peering at the naked female across the road from them, her breasts splayed flat against the window, her belly too pressed against it being fucked seemingly for their entertainment.

‘Look at them stood there like mannequins in a shop window enjoying the sight of you, spread naked on display for their pleasure being fucked’ I whisper.  That thought and the vision of those motionless figures sends you careering towards such a climaxing high, that you let out a resounding orgasmic cry that leaves an open-mouthed lipstick smear trail on the glass and has my ears ringing: your cum squirting profusely onto the pane, the first liquid applied to it for some time trickles down in rivulets.

Having rested and still by the window you are kneeling in front of me.  Having worked my cock to erection it’s now firmly in your grip and being theatrically wanked for the benefit of our watchful audience, before treated once again to the pleasure of your tongue and sucking mouth, as you assuage your voracious appetite, finishing me off with relish.

I’m recovering sat on the bed, when there’s a knock on the door and the bellboy enters enthusiastically without awaiting an invite. He is naked from waist down, just a loose white shirt and socks, cock in hand nursing his erection; You are not surprised, smiling, you beckon him over to the window.  You order him to Face the street, hands to be outstretched above him against the window and legs parted; you begin to caress his skinny ass and plant several love bites across his buttocks, lipstick marks ringing them.  Then sliding your hand between his now quivering legs you cup his tight balls from behind.  Your other hand reaches around his waist, fingers clench around his shaft and you begin masturbating him with the same theatrical display as you treated me to; his knob rubbing occasionally against the glass. He is in an utter euphoric state, eyes glazed over blissfully unaware of those transfixed eyes across the road.

Within moments his wimpish moans confirm his cumming as he ejaculates profusely, his cum splattering the pane and trickling down. 

You order him to kneel and lick his cream off the pane; dutifully like an obedient dog he obeys.

Fulfilling your final wish has you on your hands and knees on top of the bed. Once again I’m enjoying the deliciousness of your tongue serving my cock and balls, The bellboy meanwhile is heaven bound fucking you from the rear like a dog on heat, his long cock penetrating deep into you whilst bending over your back, his hands under you joyfully fondling those sumptuous breasts of yours. The spit roasting you’re receiving has the bed again making its familiar musical contribution, drowning out your gurgling slurping noises as you struggle to take in my flowing cum.  And a moment later you receive his load as he empties himself into you, hips thumping wildly against your buttocks, face flushed and contorted.

Now resting on all fours and breathing heavily, cum still dribbling off your chin and out of your pronounced cunt, the bed sheet is anointed once more. 

We sit in contented silence as we are driven back to the airport.  You had picked up a postcard at the desk, a picture of the hotel in its better days as a keepsake.  The coffee and quick snack we shared at the café across the road from the hotel, below those offices refreshed us both.  There a couple of patrons stared longingly at you; knowledgeable grins on their faces when finally recognising you clothed.  One of them as he was leaving came over and showed you a video clip taken on his smart phone, asking if you would like an emailed copy.  You only needed a quick glance to see that it was of you at the window.  You smiled mischievously and nodded, took the offered phone and tapped in your details, a ping on your phone confirming its arrival.  He went out pleased looking at his screen.

The concierge had also been very delighted with our patronage, not to mention the jubilant memories the bellboy carried, and they too had their souvenir to replay and savour over and over.