Silent Pleasuring Cunnilingus


Yesterday we brought mom to spend some more time with us and her grandchildren. The courteous conduct of hubby’s during these short incursions into the territory of my relatives — in spite of so many differences of perspective — gives me that many reasons to love him more. To be honest, my love for him can’t be measured nor compared to this or that. It’s non material, not measurable. It’s just my true livable ocean!

He turned me on when responding to compliments about his wife with this kind of words: “Noticed that’s fashionable nowadays for 40-something fellas to parade their lately acquired 20-something-looking female partners. Unlike others, tossing and buying anew, I chose efficiency: to upgrade my Doris.”

Laughter from the uncles’ side… Mutter from the aunties’…

He turns me on whenever he behaves like a groping tom to me in public. He gives me the joy of life, the years of youth, the butterflies in my belly.

While driving us back home, on the silent side note of my chatter with mom, I glimpsed his eyes in the rear-view mirror. Traffic kept him busy, or my son asking him questions about traffic signs and rules. Found myself listening to the training litanies he was speaking to our son, instead of paying attention to mom. I fondly wanted him. In me!

After the extended family dinner, touching Twitter in bits, I assisted mom to jar in a fair amount of tomato peppers for winter and plainly continued to indulge into the relaxing kitchen babble. He had put the headphones to follow “The Power Struggle in Moscow” between Wladimir Kitschko and Alexander Povetkin. Klitschko won the fight, not easily — I’ve heard, long after I came to bed, cuddling myself under hubby’s arm.

Sometime during my nightly beauty sleep, he asked me if I wish more than just snuggling. I nodded yes. Most likely he had slept some because the rock hard dick industriously poked against my hip. He then offered to wet my pussy with his tongue before intromission, so I won’t feel any pain. Knowing that I was already bit wet down there, I declined not, for the sake of our mutual satisfaction, beginning with mine. 🙂

Shortly after he soaked his tongue well enough in my juices, I called him up to make love to me. Half dreaming, half eyes opened, a fabulous romantic night flooded my entire body once his penis gently forced his way inside my intimate warmth. The prudent pulsing alerted the blood in my veins and I hugged him tight, melting myself underneath. “Close your eyes and dream further, bunny,” he said to me as he began hammering… The bed commenced to creak… For every push a screeching sound… What if mom would hear these undeniable sounds from upstairs? The consciousness ruined my day, err…, my romantic night. Call this shyness or fear if you want, but I’m not complacent with a situation where my mom can hear how he makes love to me. It’s just inappropriate…

Attentive at my feelings, he turned us to another angle (to no avail), he pounded me softly (to a great acoustic effect as the creak disappeared) but I guessed that he wished for more when his hands left my hair alone and grabbed the margin of the bed. Giving way to the vibrant thrusting, in silence this time, worked a bit, not much. Eventually different sounds came out from this piece of furniture. Well, I can tell from memory that our bed makes sounds when we fuck (you can see and hear for yourself in these erotic videos on Southern Charms). The problem is that we can’t actually fool around all the way in perfect silence. Especially when mom is supposed to sleep above!

Awakened and tired of the noisy distractions, I asked Don to go down on me. Which he bravely did.

Twice, or thrice?, I wished to let my mouth voice out the high notes of pleasure, to give my throat way to roar my discharged juices trickling over my butt cheeks. Yet a straw of silence forbade me…

Gulping my orgasms, I expected to have some headaches or little discomforts, like other times when I couldn’t come plentily because of various interruptions. Surprisingly, it didn’t happen this night. I went asleep curling up around his right leg and right arm, careful to allow him enough room to rock the boat. Later on, dunno when, his moans (and indifference about my mom’s presence upstairs) announced my dozing ears that he (finally) came. A couple of semen droplets landed on my tummy. I kissed him, thanked him and went back to the realm of my dreams. Sleepy dreams, less real than the man of my living dreams.

What a wonderful night of silence!

Recently got myself into my Prom Ball dress for a photo sitting. See it then and now.

Recently got myself into my Prom Ball dress for a photo sitting. See it then and now.

The first sunny morning after my 48th birthday, I said that I should make the Prom Ball silhouette test. Do I fit in? Let us see. Turned out that I got out of it earlier than imagined. Watch part of the pictures in the members’ area on DorisDawn.com and watch the exclusive part of this sitting in my Photo Issue 33 on Southern Charms.

 

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