"OK. I'm making tea. I'll bring you both a cup" and she left. "Shit" I spat as I turned on to my back and we both sat up trying to make ourselves look presentable.
Soon Deborah returned with the tea a placed a cup on the table next to Emily and the she walked around the bed to my side. Fuck she looks hot I thought. Long tanned legs on display. I was going to save this image up for later. She placed my cup and then said "budge up" and she sat on the side of the bed. Her and Emily started talking about something I wasn't really paying attention. I was acutely aware of how close I was to this very sexy older woman. And she was only partly dressed! Every time she moved the sound of the material just made the situation sexier. I was aware that the chatter had stopped "earth to Barry" said Deborah. "hmmm". "You're miles away" she continued as she laughed and made to pat me on the leg. Except it wasn't my leg she'd landed on. My cock was ramrod hard and it had given me away. I think she knew immediately but she didn't recoil in embarrassment. She just left her hand resting there while she took a moment. Her lips parted and very so subtly she ran her tongue over her top lip. I looked at her imploringly - I knew I was hard, she knew I was hard. Wouldn't she just move her hand and then I could wank about this situation for weeks to come. "So, you're going to take Emily shopping later? Yes?", "err yeah, anything you say". "Good boy" Deborah replied, much as Emily had last night while she pulled my tongue inside her. Deborah gently patted the bedclothes around my dick until the outline was obvious and a little tent had started to form. By now Emily had noticed and was looking on inquisitively. I was aware that my breathing had quicken, my mouth had gone dry. Deborah slowly pushed the covers down. "Mrs Whitehouse! Don't...." She just looked at me and raised her eyebrows, daring me to stop her. Emily grabbed my hand. The covers continued to descend until I was fully exposed. Erect ad standing proud. All eyes on my twitching cock. Emily took my hand and guided it back between her legs.
"Aren't you a big boy?" she looked at me. She wanted an answer. "Yes, Mrs Whitehouse". "Yes, Mrs Whitehouse" she echoed. Then she very slowly and deliberately grasped my shaft and started to pump. All of that pent up cum from last night and the sexiness of this situation. My fingers once again in Emily's pussy while her mum and long term wank fantasy jerked my cock. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" one last tug and "nnnnngggrhhhhh" the torrent unleashed. The first rope hit me on the side of the face, the second did the same, plastering cum from my hair and in to my mouth. The subsequent 7 or so spurts decorated my chest with a huge spiders web of spunk. Deborah disdainfully dropped my cock with a "plop' right into the huge cum puddle and got up left and I fingered Emily to orgasm.
We never spoke of it again
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