A third finger worked inside her, joined by a fourth. Ellen shifted slightly in her seat, giving you even more room but trying very hard to keep the top of her towel in place while maintaining a straight conversation with her mother.
"So is that the reason behind the towel, young lady?" Eileen asks with that motherly tone again. "Be honest, did you really get locked out of your room by Amy?" Ellen shifted again and her pussy crushed down on your four fingers as they slid in up to the knuckles. Only your thumb outside of her abused and constantly drooling slit and it didn't take long before it started strumming her clit with a mind of its own. Ellen coughed and tried to sit up but you kept your fingers lodged in her pussy, wiggling and curling them inside her constantly contracting and stretching walls. Her legs closed around your arm and your wrist was bent at a funny angle, but you didn't care.
Your eyes catch a bit of motion across the way and Eileen is adjusting in her position as well, her legs spreading just a slight bit more, but managing to keep her lap in shadows.
"Why this big push about Scott?" Ellen said with a cough again. Your fingers crushed so hard inside her when she did that you could feel some of your knuckles pop inside her slippery volcano. "Are you still hot for him?" Ellen said and released your hand. It hurt bad enough from the angle and the cough that you pulled it out slowly so her box wouldn't let loose a slurching pop when your large hand slid free.
"I beg your pardon?" Eileen asked in surprise as she sat up and her knees snapped together. You slowly stretched your hand and wiggled your fingers in freedom for a moment, listening to the exchange and holding your breath. You'd always considered Ellen's mom to be hot, but never imagined that she felt the same way about you. Then again, that would explain a few things...
"Oooooh Mother," Ellen said, trying to not purr too much as you started softly stroking her lips once again. "Don't pretend. All those times of inviting him over for supper, asking him to help with the house work, hell, he was practically my best friend," Ellen said. You couldn't help but smile as she talked; it was all true, but you figured all those times that Eileen had asked you over were to help since her husband died, not to have the hot business woman oogle you. God knows you never caught her looking, and as much as you looked at her, you figured you'd notice.
"Well..." Eileen said hesitantly. Your eyes just about fell out of your head as you watched her knees part and the light creep up her thighs. She opened them only as far as they were moments ago before she shut them. "I guess he is pretty strapping."
"Oh shit, mother," Ellen half moaned as you absently slid two fingers back inside her. "You practically tripped over your tongue when he mowed the yard for us. I'm surprised you didn't set up a lawn chair outside while I brought you drinks!"
Eileen giggled and Ellen wasn't far behind her, each deliciously cute chuckle making her walls crush down on your invading fingers. |