Wishful Thinking/Fucking In The Dark
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to find out what the noise is. Stacy and Brenda slip into a sixty nine position while you exit the living room. You hear the noise coming from Lynn's room. It's a low vibration. You creak open the door. The noise stops. Mrs. Whitney must be awake.
This side of the house is blocked by a neighboring house, so the moonlight doesn't make it's way in. You step inside, feeling your way around. Using your memory, you manage to trace the bed. You take find the bed cover and pull it up to the gasp of Lynn's mom. You lay next to the older woman. "Who is it?" she whispers.
"Shh..." you whisper back. She has no idea it's you, but she lets you feel her body in the dark. You hands touch her breasts and pinch her erect nipples. She is definitely aroused by this. You kiss her from behind, she turns over to receive your lips onto hers. You make out for a while in the dark. You feel Mrs. W's fingers probe your body, feeling your exited nipples and pulling your ass closer to her. You hold each other tight while the smacks of your lips and tongues fondling each other become quite audible now. The wet smacking of flesh to flesh arouses you even more.
Mrs. Whitney finds your pussy. She glides one finger across the slit in one fluid motion, causing you to gasp. You feel two fingers enter and feel around. "Mm..."
"Shhh..." she whispers with a kiss. You return the favor, slipping your fingers into her panties and entering her temple with your own fingers. You wiggle them inside and pump them in and out, continuing to make out in the process. Your senses heighten as you reach orgasmic levels of arousal. Mrs. Whitney is right there with you. You do all you can to keep it quiet. You climax, throwing your head into the older woman's breasts to muffle the sounds of ecstasy. You can feel the orgasm take control of your partner as she climaxes as well. Her muffled scream is dampened by a nearby pillow. You make out some more and finally get to sleep, laying naked in the arms of Mrs. Whitney.
