Christmas in our home starts ridiculously early. Dad’s brother, his wife and their 18 year old son always visit us, but this year, mum’s family want to stay away. Michael, the son, has suddenly changed. He’s not a gangly spotty teenager anymore. Well, he’s still a teenager, but he is now very.......well......there’s no other word. He’s fuckable.
Time for the LBD. The little black dress. Mine is particularly nice. It cost a fortune for what it is, but its magic is in the way its cut. Somehow, wearing it makes anyone looking at me know exactly what I would be like totally naked. Oh, and wearing it makes me wet as all hell.
So, dinner, and I’m wearing the LBD, for my own amusement, I have nothing underneath. Sitting at the dinner table, I flicked my dress up a few times, and was rewarded with my own scent. Michael, sitting next to me got it as well. I saw his nostrils twitch a couple of times, and I started flirting with him. Oh, not verbally of course....physically. The odd touch on his arm, letting my knee touch his...that kind of thing, all accompanied by the scent of a nice, wet vagina. By the time dessert came around, I had no doubt that both Michal and I had fixed our masturbatory fantasy for that night!
By now, my flirting had progressed from a light tough of his arm, to touching his thigh, and once or twice, my wandering hand strayed into the region of his lap. This proved to be very exciting, and what a big boy Michael has become. Equally, by now, he must have got the message that I was up for some fun, because to my delight, he touched my thigh....once...twice....three times...each time higher and for longer. On the fourth touch, I put my hand on his, scooted forward on my chair, spread my legs and guided him between them.
As soon as he touched my sex he jerked his hand away. I wondered if this was the first time he had ever touched a girl...then again, I was alarmingly wet. A little later he touched my leg again, and I did the same thing. This time, he left his hand there...his little finger resting between my pussy lips.
The rest of the meal was sweet agony of the highest order. As was the rest of the evening. Finally, I couldn’t take the small talk any longer and announced I was going to bed. I had every intention of rubbing myself off and going to sleep. I sat on my bed, reliving Michael's touch on my clit. I spread my legs, hitched my dress up when I heard footsteps. A quick look out of the dooor revealed Michael. I pulled him into my room, pushed him up against the wall, and took his hand. I had to guide him towards what I wanted, but soon he had two fingers in me and was making that ‘come here’ gesture with them that would make me...well...cum here.
I didn’t take long. I came really hard on his fingers and then dropped to my knees and unzipped him. He was so wet that for a moment, I thought he had cum in his pants, but he was also hard as a rock. I barely got him in my mouth before he shot his load....and I swallowed!
Holy crap I’ve missed semen!
Well, they’re here until New Year.......
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