Like Mother Like Daughter

I dated a hot wasian girl who was in heat for a bf. Incredible in bed, always wet, ready to give it up anywhere as long as I took control. Her family, in liberal spirits, heard about me and we met one summer. Her mother, didn’t take long to show her fascination with me and my life. It was clear
she took a liking to me more than her family, I enjoyed the attention. She would sit close to me on the couch, angel her body to me, wear shorts that exposed her beautifully toned legs. Through our conversations I began putting the puzzle together. Her new husband wasn’t taking care of her needs, she was very much in kahoots, deprived. One night, my Asian gf left with her brother to pick up their aunt from the airport. A red eye flight that left everyone snoring except for her mother and I. Her step father was knocked out, as evident by her wifes audible teasing. Nothing was waking him up. She offered me their bedroom to nap in, I declined. I was suspicious, we sat next to each other on the couch. Her body language in my direction, I was staring at her legs a bit too excited. She leans in to show me a video, mishandles her phone and drops it on my thigh. I jolt, our quick reactions lands our hands on each others thighs. I pretend, making it seem there was impact on my crotch. She begins to plead forgiveness quietly, I find her ear. Careful these are your future grandchildren, the pain is here. I take her hand pushing it to my crotch, realizing how small they were spikes up my testosterone. I test the temperature, move my hands up her thighs. She was soaked, steaming like a microwave, I couldn’t get enough of her moisten skin. Oh my, are you usually this big? She’s squeezing, and un squeezing like a hot potato. I ask for the bedroom, her husband still snoring. I pull my cock out inches from her face, she runs to get a warm towel, huge big eyes. She gets on her knees places the towel on my balls. I grab her head, I can’t hold it in. I tell her to close her eyes, I start stroking in front of her. I see a smile form, then her mouth opens. The temptation is much, I ram it down her throat. Big beady eyes meet my, do I stop? No, I pick up the pace, then slow down to grab a tit. I want more, gagging, more spit. Her husbands clock on the dresser shows it’s only been 5 minutes. Again what’s the temperature? I let go of her head, she’s shoving it down her throat. It’s her rhythm, she knows the wet towel is going to be for her at this point. Screw it I think, why deprive each other more? There’s no difference with how far this goes, as long as I don’t take her womanhood. 10 minutes, her face is smeared with spit. 15 minute her eyes are irritated, I’m impressed. I slow down again, hands reach inside her panties. Smooth as her legs, if I closed my eyes I could feel my wet gf. We should probably leave some time to fix ourselves I ponder. I pull out, I have to taste her lips. Intoxicating, I’m not going to last. I shove it back down her throat, I want to wake her husband up. Gag, gag, gag, choke, gag, gag, gag. I let one slip down her, I pull out. The remaining is for her face. I just caked my gfs mom, another sloppy kiss to celebrate before I regret it, I don’t. Fuck where we exhausted from just a face fucking. There’s nothing more to this story. Don’t think there needed to be more, but if I saw her again I know exactly how to take her.