Sometimes, a gentle kiss from a mature woman is what a person needs to get up that bed and get alive again.
I swear, Mrs Rembrandt's warm lips on mine made me forget just how badly injured l was. The only thing that wasn't in bad shape was my rod of judgment, writhing like an angry python inside my pants.
"Mrs. Rembrandt," I moaned into the kiss. She tangled her tongue with mine, our saliva mixing and threatening to spill, but we swallowed every drop, unwilling to waste even a trace of it.
"Don't call me that," she breathed against my lips. "Use my real name. It's Ivy."
"Right," I murmured, my hands instinctively sliding around her waist. I pulled her closer to myself, feeling her massive voluptuous boobs rubbing against my chest. The feeling was ecstatic. At this point, l could hardly wait any longer. I wanted to fuck her as hard as l could. Maybe that way, l could vent out all my anger, frustration, and problems on her sweet mature pussy.
"Ivy.. l want to fuck you... hard." I murmured.
She stopped kissing me and glanced at my eyes with hers full of pure lust and desire.
"Master.. you're sure a blessing from the goddess." She said, positioning herself perfectly on top of me while letting the straps of her dress fall down her shoulders, revealing those soft melons to me. Now that l took a good look at her boobs, they weren't only huge and soft, but arousing too. Her nipples were dark and slightly longer than those my previous wife had. Honestly, l had never seen something like this.
I reached out a hand and pinched her left nipple. She moaned in pleasure. They were extremely sensitive, too.
"I hate the goddess. Don't mention her ever again in my presence, okay?" I said, and she nodded.
"I'm sorry, master. Please punish me. Punish me with your huge dick. Do whatever you want. I can take it all."
I grabbed the lower part of her dress and lifted it up, stpping at her tummy. No pants!
This woman! She came prepared. Honestly, how much horny had she been? I couldn't help but admire her silky small pubic hair. It was cute, and it made me even more aroused. Although she was sitting on top of me with such a thick body, l honestly couldn't feel her weight. It's true a man loses 95% of their senses when horny.
I tried activating my skill: Milf dictator to see just how much sexually frustrated Ivy was, but strangely it didn't activate. I brushed it off and decided to enjoy the moment.
I could feel my t-shirt getting damp where Ivy sat on me, indicating just how wet she had gotten.
"I- l can't wait, master." She grabbed the elastic band of my trousers and pulled it down, causing the raging monster inside to spring out like an urgently summoned familiar. Her eyes widened with delight as she looked at it before gracefully touching it gently with her soft, warm hands.
Without sparing another second, she slightly stood up, directed my rod into her slit and sat on top of it, slowly taking the whole 11-inch dick inside of her.
Man. Milfs are the best!
I can't imagine a teenager doing this. She'd lose her shit.
But before Ivy could start riding me, we heard footsteps coming to my room.
Shit! I didn't even lock the door!
She instinctively slid it out and slept beside me, covering herself with the blankets. I was in the blankets, too, facing the ceiling, but my dick was too erect and visible on the blankets, so l changed my position and faced to the side. Her side.
Letting my dick graze her ass softly.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sharon walked in holding pots of food, as the aroma caused my stomach to grumble, reminding me that l was still hungry as hell.
"Brother... what are you doing there...with her." She asked with a frown on her face.
I chuckled bitterly. "Uh.. nothing much. Ivy— l mean, Mrs Rembrandt was just...giving me a massage."
"Yeah, just a massage." Ivy added with a fake chuckle too, but her hand reaching for my dick under the blankets.
The hell!
My sister was just right in front of us.
I squinched my eyes, enjoying the handjob under the blanket, but l had to suppress a moan from escaping my lips. Couldn't risk being caught again doing it with this woman. Or Sharon might tell mom about it.
"Weird... Alright, come and eat, guys. I've cooked."
We were both naked under the blanket. There was no way we could just slip out and go eat like that.
"Crap! When I borrowed these pots to cook, I forgot to borrow plates. I'll be right back, guys!"
She hurried out to fetch them, and the moment she was gone, I turned to Ivy.
"Get dressed."
Of course, she wasn't happy about it. Looked like she was hoping to get screwd hard today.
"Master... then will you come by my house tonight?" she asked while fixing her dress.
"I sure will."
A smile spread across her lips before she kissed me. "Alright. I'll be waiting."
With that, she pulled on her hoodie and left.
A few moments later, Sharon walked in, plates in hand.
"Where's Mrs. Rembrandt?" she asked.
"Didn't you see her leave? She said she's not hungry right now."
That's an A-rank for you. She can hide her presence well, I assume.
Sharon clicked her tongue. "I hate that woman! There's just something about her that makes me want to puke. Maybe it's because—ugh, I don't even want to think about it."
She was clearly frustrated.
With a sigh, she dished out the food and sat beside my bed. "You're still sick, dearest brother. Let me feed you."
"I... I can eat on my own."
"No," she huffed. "If it were Mrs. Rembrandt offering to feed you, you wouldn't complain, you meanie!"
What? Why do I feel like she's starting to compare everything she does to Mrs. Rembrandt? Is this some kind of rivalry building up between them? I have a bad feeling about this.
"Come now. Sit up straight and let me feed you."
I did as she said, but what happened next shocked me.
Sharon dropped the plate of food into my blankets, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as she stared down at me.
Oh.. shit. My boner.
I was still hard as a rock. Thanks to Ivy who kept masturbating me!
Sharon blinked a few times, her cheeks turning red with blush before she did the unthinkable and grabbed it.
My own sister grabbing my rod of judgment!
Tbc