“Well, uh… yes. You are a beautiful woman, so yes you are a temptation.” I swallowed. “But like the preacher said. We need to practice self-discipline; any carnal desire is possible to overcome…right?”
“I don’t know. I have been thinking a great deal about what the preacher said. I admit I’ve gone back and forth. But do you know what I have concluded?” she whispered.
It took me a minute to find my voice, but I managed to squeak out, “..no”
“I’ve come to the conclusion that some temptations shouldn’t be forsaken. This life is short, and sometimes it’s better to embrace that desire. To own it, and make it your own. Sometimes it might be better to throw yourself face-first into the tempest of passion. After all… isn’t that what gives meaning to life. Surrendering to, and letting yourself become overtaken with ecstatic…raw…passion.” Her last words were emphasized. And then her mouth was left partially open, just a couple of inches from mine.
What is she implying? What is she saying?! If this is a test I am going to fail.
I gently placed my hands on her face and pulled her the rest of the way. My lips pressed up against hers. A tiny explosion erupted at the point of contact and spread like electricity throughout my entire body. My knees felt weak. I was kissing Ms Jumoke, and so far, she hadn’t pulled away yet.
Then, as if awoken from a deep slumber she kissed me back. She sucked my bottom lip in between hers, released it, and then came back for more. Explosion after explosion went off on my lips and spread like the first, throughout my entire body. My knees regained their strength and I wrapped an arm around her waist. I pulled her in closer to me, smashing her chest against mine.
Oh my God her breasts feel so good against me!
I kissed her back. Our lips grew moist as they smacked against one another’s. Our kiss grew more intense until our mouths were opening wider and wider. I felt her tongue venture into mine and then quickly retreat. I let mine explore her upper lip, tracing it lightly. She liked that, she latched onto my tongue with her mouth and pulled it in. Our tongue’s wrestled back and forth, our lips smacked. She put her arms around my neck and I wrapped my second arm around her waist, pulling her into me as hard as I could. We couldn’t get close enough.
This is amazing! I am making out with Ms Jumoke! I am kissing my girlfriend’s mother! Wait, I’m kissing my girlfriend’s mother?
I pulled my mouth away from hers and released her from my arms.
“Wait, wait.” I gasped, “We can’t.” she kept her arms around me.
“But why? Don’t you want it?” she asked.
“Yes, of course, I do. But you are my girlfriend’s mother.”
“I want it to.”
“But just because we both want it, doesn’t make it right.” I reasoned.
“What makes something right? And what makes it wrong? If two people both want something doesn’t that make it right? I’ve thought a lot about this. That night we spoke of my divorce, and of being fulfilled, I sent you downstairs and I shouldn’t have. I went to my room that very night and pleasured myself wishing that it was you doing it for me.” My dick gave a twitch at hearing that, “If it feels so good it can’t be wrong.”
“But your daughter, I really care about her.” She smiled.
“I know you do. It’s one of the things that attracts me to you so much. I care about her too, even more than you do. And even with all that love for my daughter I still want you. And I know you want me. I’m glad you are hesitant; I probably wouldn’t be comfortable if you weren’t a little hesitant. But now that you have offered to stop, it only makes my desire grow.”
She unlocked her hands and moved them to my shoulders. Then she let them slide down to my chest. They slid further down to my abs, one hand stopped there. But the other kept going, past my waist and stopped on my growing bulge.
She is touching it! She is touching my junk! Through my trouser, but still, she’s touching it.
She gave it a gentle squeeze, “I want this. If you stop us again then I will stop. And I’ll leave it at that. But I don’t think you will…” she gave the bulge in my trouser one more gentle squeeze and then put her mouth on mine again.
This is wrong. But it feels so right! She is so damn sexy! But what would Temi think? All these thoughts and more were racing through my mind. But who was I kidding, I wanted this more than I had wanted anything in my life. I wanted Ms Jumoke. And she wanted to give herself to me. I would let her. I was letting her take this as far as she wanted it to go.
I kissed her back hard. I forced my tongue into her warm mouth and writhed it around. She bit my lip lightly. I pushed her back a few steps until she was up against the wall. Then I pushed myself into her sculpted body, leaning with my hands on either side of her head. She reached up underneath my arms and placed her hands on my upper back, she then pulled me into her as much as she could.
I moved from her mouth down to her neck; I kissed and sucked. She breathed heavily and hotly into my ear as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“Touch my body.” She breathed into my ear.
You didn’t have to tell me twice. I had been dying to explore her body since the day I first met her.
I ran my hands down her side and then onto her back. I lowered them until they rested gently on her butt. Then I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her against me, grinding my pelvis into hers.
“Aahh…” she whimpered into my ear.
With one hand I lifted her thigh so that she wrapped it around the back of my leg and held it there. With the other hand, I left her ass and travelled up her side to her heaving chest. I cupped it from underneath and grabbed a handful through her dress and bra. I massaged it while we kissed and grinded into one another.
I abandoned it temporarily and moved down her stomach. I slipped it underneath her dress and was heading between her legs. When I was inches away, I could feel the heat coming off of it. She stopped and grabbed my arm, halting my progression.
Uh, oh. I went too far.
“Not here. Follow me.” She said.
She led me by the hand, and I followed behind, watching her heart-shaped ass swoosh from side to side as she walked. Her heels clicked against the floor. She led me down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Inside her bedroom was a wide open space; a king-size bed was against one wall, facing a large wardrobe with a giant mirror on the other wall. On this side of the wardrobe was a door that probably led to the toilet. On the opposite side of the wardrobe was a door that most likely led to the master bathroom.
She closed the door behind me and turned on the dimmed lights. She kissed me briefly on the mouth and then pushed off of me; standing a few feet away, I took the image in.
I am the luckiest bastard alive.
“So tell me, what is it about me that tempts you so?” she asked, smiling, placing one hand on her hip, and the other hung by her side.
“Oh.. Uh.. well so many things actually.” I admitted. She laughed a sultry laugh.
“I want to hear you say what they are.” She demanded.
So many things came to mind, but I figured I had better start politely.
“Well..your eyes. Your eyes are amazing, like your daughters.”
“Really, you like my eyes?” she asked teasingly, “because when I see you staring at me it is almost never at my eyes… it’s usually at these.” And as she said it, her hands moved to her breasts; she pushed them up and together so that her cleavage overflowed even more out of the top of her dress.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Uh, yes. Those are very nice too.” I choked.
“Would you like to see more of them?”
Holy shit. Okay, this definitely isn’t happening. Not able to speak, I simply nodded in the affirmative.
She let go of her boobs, and with her right hand, she slid her left strap off her shoulder and let it hang loosely. Then she did the same with her right strap. She tugged at the top of her dress, so it fell around her waist. I was left with a view of the rest of the black lace bra that I had seen the back of earlier in the kitchen.
It held her massive breasts and formed them into two perfect orbs. It looked like it was struggling to hold them back; they fought against the fabric to break free. Then, rotating slightly so that I was viewing her from the side, she bent forward at the waist, not bending her knees; she rolled the dress past her waist and over her round ass cheeks, then she let it fall her legs to rest of the way and hit the floor.
She stepped out of it and stood tall again; facing me, she reached up and undid the loose bun at the top of her head. She shook her head two or three times and let her hair fall down just past her shoulders. The whole scene was incredibly erotic.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked. But this time, it wasn’t in a sultry tone; I think she was genuinely hoping I would approve. And I did, big time. So did the slowly growing organ in my pants.
Again not able to find my voice, I simply nodded my head in the affirmative.
“Would you like to see even more?”
Finally, I was able to get out a firm “Yes.” She giggled.
“So he does speak.” She teased.
She arched her back and reached behind herself. The action caused even more tension than there already was on the overly strained bra. She undid the clasp and slowly slid off the bra, letting it fall forward onto the floor. Her two heavy mounds of flesh burst forth now that they were free from their prison.
Out of the bra, they no longer maintained their perfectly orbed shape. Gravity and time took their effect, but it was minimal, and shockingly so for her age. They still had a round shape to them, but they hung a little lower than I’m sure they did twenty years ago. I wondered briefly if she had had any work done on them.
Her areolas were a little larger than coins but flat against her skin, except for the tips, which were hard and seemed to point straight up. Finally, there Ms Jumoke stood, with her hair down, black lace panties, wearing black high heels, her giant magnificent breasts fully exposed, her pearl necklace lying in between the inflated mounds, her nipples hard as diamonds.
She smiled at my obvious state of awe at her naked body. Then she took two strides toward me, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step.
“Now, do you want to touch my breasts,” she said, her sultry voice back.
Again, my voice was lost. I nodded. She grabbed my wrists and lifted them to her chest. I took one in each hand and hefted them. They refused to slope too dramatically to gravity, and yet they were surprisingly soft. Which made me think maybe they were real. But either way, I didn’t care. They looked and felt incredible.
I grabbed them harder; soft breasts flesh oozed between my fingers. I kneaded her fat breasts like a baker kneads dough hot out of the oven. Feeling more emboldened, I leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth.
“Oh yeah, suck on my breasts” She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face further into her chest. I sucked like a baby on her juicy breasts. I moved from one to the other, massaging the one while I sucked the other with my mouth. I flicked my tongue against the hard tip and bit lightly onto it.
“Ahhh..” she let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure, “You naughty boy. It’s my turn.”
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