I did as I was instructed and we both watched the proud prow of my prick plowed into her pussy with her hips hanging nearly over the edge of the seat. Her legs were wide and her sex glistened. I put in just the head and withdrew to just touching her labia. Shanni nodded and I repeated, pushing more in then retreated, again and each stoke going deeper, until at last I was socked right into the root and held it there for her to feel the sensation of a man. “That is good; I do like it, the feel of flesh instead of plastic. No matter how realistic, the warmth and texture are not the same, are they? Still, you’re not the great Ms. Jolie”
I began to stroke, “But I am jolly, ’cause you’ve got a great pitt!”
“I’m glad I’m being had by the ‘Brad’ and not some cad. That’s one thing a dildo doesn’t have, is a sense of humor. Thanks for cheering me up.” she said, clamping her Kegels.
I moved my pelvis to make the ‘motion of the ocean’, the waves of the rocking boat, the tide rolling in. We watched the disappearance/appearance of my peter in and out her cavity. I was again amazed at her acceptance of my male member in her womanhood, with such grace and enjoyment. I’m not as open minded, and I was certainly not bi. But I was definitely not adverse to incest or family ‘relations’ when it came to my moms. Shanni was getting too good for me to last much longer. She had great control over those internal muscles. I began to make more vigorous movement and she slid lower a bit and wider to take my robust rutting. Then like a surprise to both of us the moment rose and steamrolled over our coupling, and our copulation became uncontrolled sheer ecstasy.
“”OohH!! YESS!!” She cried out, wide-eyed as the blooming cum swept over her body. “That’s the ticket! Pete! Bang your Shanni momma! Darlin’, fuck me, FUCK ME!!”
“AHH! GOD! SHANNI! I love you! That is so good, inside you, uhh, here’s some more!” I squeezed out another spurt inside her. I don’t think I converted her, and I wasn’t trying . . but I wanted to show her that a guy, a nice gentleman, could give her a good time too. I gave it ‘my best shot’! It also helped to have a sense of humor, as that did help to relax things, so there was less tension. That works well with all women. In fact, people in general actually. I wondered how my dad had made out, or if he was put out if the two gals made out and he was a bit left out. ‘Twould serve him right, if so. So what, I bagged his wife? He got his pot and stoned sex again, didn’t he. And it’s not as if I planned . . oh, yeah – I sort of did, didn’t I!
Anyway, I still want to go back for seconds with mom Danni. And Susie might not mind a ‘rePete’ round with the cum back kid, I would wager. Then perhaps I might see if I could get Danni and Shanni in the sack with me. But these things must be handled . . . wait for it . . . (all together now, everybody say it!) “DELICATELY”!