mybigmaturetits: My son Jake met this recently divorced, 36 year-old guy named Kyle at a sports bar
mybigmaturetits: My son Jake met this recently divorced, 36 year-old guy named Kyle at a sports bar as they watched college football one Saturday night. During breaks their conversation eventually turned to their hobbies and when Jake said something about kayaking, Kyle said he had been thinking about giving it a try. Jake invited Kyle to come by my neighborhood the next day (Sunday) for some kayaking so Kyle could see if he liked it. When Jake called me late that night - he knew I was had five guys from my sex community over for a gangbang - he asked me if I could go kayaking the next day with he and a guy he had just met. I said “yes;” I could almost hear his knowing smile and the twinkle in his eyes! When I got up that Sunday morning, Jake was already at my house and was busy wrapping gauze around his right hand. I looked at him, concerned he had hurt himself somehow, but he just smiled and said: “I think Kyle would enjoy kayaking with just you instead of the three of us.” He held up his bandaged hand: “This is just my excuse to get the two of you alone.” He suggested I wear a bathing suit bottom and one of my almost see-through white blouses with no bathing suit top. By the time I had my morning coffee, a light breakfast, a shower and was back downstairs in what Jake had asked me to wear, he was ready to go down to Doc’s house on the river to get the kayaks ready. I told him I would make Kyle and I some lunch; he asked if I though Kyle and I would get around to lunch. I replied “I hope not, but it would be presumptuous to plan otherwise.” By the time I got to the boat hoist and launch at Doc’s house, Kyle was already there. Apparently, Jake had told Kyle that he couldn’t go because of his hand but that his mother, me, would go instead - “she’s very good at kayaking” Jake was explaining. I could tell Kyle was none too happy about going out with a 67-year-old woman. I unbuttoned my blouse another couple of buttons from the top so that most of the inner third of my all-natural M cup breasts were showing as was the inner quarter of my large, dark areolas. My big long nipples were hard and pushed the fabric of the blouse out a couple of inches. I walked up to Kyle and held out my hand, introducing myself. His eyes leaped to my chest and his mouth fell open wide enough to stuff a grapefruit in it! “Well, Kyle, what do you think now?” Jake asked. “I, I think… think I’m looking forward to kayaking with your Mom,” Kyle stammered, not dropping my hand even though the handshake was long past over. His eyes never left my chest. It took him a few minutes to partially regain his composure and soon he and I were out in the river in our kayaks. Many of you, my readers, have read about a small island in the river within kayaking distance for this 67-year-old lady. At one point, the river forks; the main flow going right and a smaller flow going left that meets the main flow again about a mile upstream. This little island is in that left fork, away from the majority of the boat traffic. The small beach on the island is hidden by trees and brush on both sides yet gives a good view up and down the river: there is plenty of time to cover up nude bodies when an approaching boat is spotted before being spotted ourselves. I led Kyle in the direction of the island, at one point dipping a water cup into the river, filling it with water, then pouring the water over my chest so that the blouse clung to my huge breasts and the almost see-through became MOSTLY see-through. The look in Kyle’s eyes when I let him catch up to me and turned to him was full of wonder, lust, and huger. When we got close to the island - about 90 minutes upstream - I pulled ahead of him (he was still pretty unsure about his stroke), and ran my kayak up onto the little beach (the beach is maybe 30 yards long and 10 yards deep and is fronted my marsh grass). By the time he beached his kayak, I had taken off my bathing suit bottoms where he couldn’t see me then unbuttoned all but one button of my blouse; the blouse clung to my breasts like a second skin, my nipples very long and hard and almost out from the blouse - but not quite. My areolas had become very dark in my excitement, though they were still large, requiring touch to start constricting. I walked to within a couple feet of Kyle. “Well, what do you think?” His eyes were riveted to my tits. “I think those are by far the biggest, sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen…” he said, barely over a whisper. I smiled naughtily. “I meant about the beach,” I said. “But I’m glad you turned the conversation to my tits. I see you’ve got your cell phone - take all the pictures of me you want today.” With that, I unbuttoned the last button and let my tits free. I took his hands and put them on my chest, moving his hands around when he seemed frozen. He soon took control himself and was squeezing and lifting my breast, feeling their weight and softness contrasted by the hardness of my nipples and shrinking areolas. I reached down. His cock was hard enough to break concrete. I slowly knelt until my face was level with his cock. With one hand I pulled back the right leg of his swimsuit and pulled his super hard cock and roiling balls out. I put his cock - a nice one, maybe 7 inches long and 6-and-a-half around - in my mouth until the top three or so inches were in my throat, the rest in my mouth, and his balls against my lower lip. I pumped the muscles of my throat in my well-trained way as if I were going to suck his whole body inside me by his cock. I moved my head so his cock pulled mostly out of my mouth then ran it back it again, “Oh, fucks” emanating from his heavily breathing mouth. After plunging his cock into my mouth for maybe a minute, I took it out and pumped it firmly but slowly with my right hand. “I have only one rule,” I said to him. “All of your cum - and I do mean ALL of your cum - must go either in my mouth or throat or on my tits where I can lick it off. I don’t want to waste a drop.” He nodded slowly. I wanked his cock a little faster. “Do you promise me, Kyle?” “Yes,” he said glaring wide-eyed at what I was doing to his cock, my big tits wagging just below my hand with every stroke. I started stroking even faster. “What do you promise, Kyle?” “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as he watched then said. “I…I promise to feed you all - oh, God, that’s good - my cum, either in… in your mouth of on your fantstic tits! I promise you, Mrs. G–, oh, fuck, I promise you.” (By G– I mean my full last name which starts with a G. Almost all of my lovers simply call me Marti, though some of Jake’s friends call me Jake’s Mom or Ms. G, just using the first letter of my last name. By using my full name, Kyle had pretty much made me the dominate, an unusual position for me since I’m universally compliant, but I liked it from him and so I accepted the dominate role. Using Kyle’s cock as a handle, I pulled him down to the sand, pushed him back, put his cock in my mouth, and went to work on it, He lasted longer than I though he would - at least ten minutes - before shooting an unexpected gigantic load in my mouth, which I greedily swallowed then worked every drop of cum out of him. I rose up and dangled my huge left breast in his face. “Squeeze it and suck it,” I said - and he complied with ardor and energy. It didn’t take long before I knew I was ready to lactate. “Do you want a drink of Mrs. G–’s milk, baby?” I asked. He nodded quickly. He stiffened when he felt the jets of milk hit the back of his throat and the gush of juices burst from between my legs to coat his, and the sand around us. The milk came out of my left nipple so fast and hard he could keep up and milk began to flow from the corners of his mouth. But he didn’t stop - nor did I. He drank and drank for maybe thirty minutes until a reach to his crotch confirmed he was hard again. I pulled his trunks all the way off, climbed on top of him with my left nipples still spraying milk, but his cock in my super wet pussy, and began riding him. “Play with them,” I said as I rode and both my tits were in his hand and soon my right nipple joined my left one soaking him and the ground around us in milk. “Tell me when you’re close,” I said and, after maybe 15 minutes, he was. I rose up, letting his cock slip from my cunt, then slid down him, taking his cock between my huge natural M cup, milk spraying tits, and titty fucked him until his went some in my mouth and some on my tits. The cum on my tits mixed with my milk and soon I was enjoying the taste of the mixture as I licked all his cum away. * * * * We fucked on the beach for maybe 4 hours then paddled back to Doc’s landing area. He followed me home. When we walked from the garage into the kitchen, Jake and my cuckold husband Daniel were sitting on bar stools by the counter drinking beer. Holding Kyle’s hand, I walked past them telling them he and I were going to take a shower - which we did and where I gave him a nice, slippery, soapy tit fuck. Once dried and dressed we went back downstairs; Jake and Daniel still sat there, smiling. Just before Kyle left, I pulled a tit out of my robe and told him to suck it one more time; and he drank milk again this time in front of Jake and Daniel. Leaving, he told me I was by far the best fuck he had ever had and could we do it again. I assured his we could and finished by telling him this: “You use those pictures you took today and my stuff on tumblr and every time you jack off to them, save your cum and add a couple drop of water with each of your huge loads [and they were indeed huge loads!] When you’ve saved two quarts of cum, bring it to me and I will get us a hotel room for a long weekend and we’ll fuck non-stop, just you and I!” He eagerly agreed, saying he’d start later that night, then left. I turned to Jake and Daniel. “Remember that lunch I made? You were right - we never once thought of it!” [PS: That offer of a long weekend in a hotel room? I offer that to everyone in my sex community but usually only after they bring me a gallon of their cum, not a half gallon that I asked Kyle for!] -- source link