Jiggled

She must have noticed me ogling them at the dinner table the other day because as we sat side by side, I felt her hand on my thigh and then on my todger.

Later, as we washed up together, her mum whispered that she’d give me a tit-wank as her daughter had told her how much I liked them.

I called in on her on my way home from work and I realised where her daughter got her talent from.

Her mum had me rigid in seconds on the stairs and I pressed my tool between her milky white breasts.

She jiggled them up and down and I shot a load over her shoulder. Do you think I should give her another go?

DC, Cardiff