My mum lends me her husband

Fucking in The Pantry

After some hours, before my mother had returned from the hospital, Arthur told me as I was sitting beside him totally hard, remembering the previous blowjob I had given him.

-I’ll make custard for dessert tonight, for when your mother returns.

My mother had cooked savoury veal for tonight’s dinner but Arthur Kennedy was very good at desserts. So I saw him preparing custard. He’d put on a bath robe now, that’s all he was wearing, and sometimes I could even see again that tasty dick he has. He was rock hard. After some minutes, he told me.

-I will need some cinnamon, Hugo. Could you please search in the pantry?

-Going, Arthur.

And I entered the pantry then but it was hard for me to find the damn cinnamon and after five minutes searching in vain, I saw Arthur coming in.

-Did you not find it, Hugo?

-I don’t know in which hole you’ve stored it.

-We’ll have to carefully look in all the holes then –he told me rubbing his hard cock in my ass. I wished he went further.

-We have to look in every hole –he said, suddenly pulling down my shorts. I was wearing no briefs. And then I felt his tongue licking my ass.

-Yeah, this hole certainly tastes like cinnamon. I’m not sure whether you can find the damn cinnamon in this hole –he told me all the time rubbing my bare ass now clearly with his dick. But he added-. I think I also bought a cream tube and stored it in the same hole. Don’t you think cream should be in the same hole as cinnamon?

Again I understood that when he said “cream”, he meant semen and he was asking me in a subtle way whether I would desire semen in my hole. Well, I was not as subtle as him, but I managed to tell him.

-Please, Arthur, put the cream in the same hole where cinnamon is.

And finally I felt him. It was unmistakable. His cock was indeed fucking me. What a hot sensation! Finally I was being fucked and by no other man than my sexy stepfather, only ten years older than me. I started to talk to him, cause it was my first time and he could be worried that it was hurting me.

-I think, Arthur, that if tonight I could not savour your custard, it would be painful, but since I want eating your wonderful desserts every day, it’s not being painful at all.

So I think now he was calm and kept on shagging me in a sweet rhythm, knowing it was my first time and he had to be gentle.

-I’ll often prepare savoury desserts for you.

-I love the taste of your cream, for instance –I told him meaningly.

-Whenver you want a dessert, just ask your stepfather and hopefully best friend too.

The rhythm of his dick now was driving me crazy and now it stopped hurting me and I told him.

-Knowing you’ll make desserts for me, now it’s not painful at all.

-Good, he told me. Glad you like it. –And he went on fucking me, but in that moment we felt a knock on the pantry door that Arthur had shut before entering. Again it was my mother’s voice.

-Arthur, are you in here?

And what her husband answered astonished me.

-Wait a minute, Marjorie. I’m fucking Hugo right now.

-Ok, have fun then. I’ll wait for both to get out of the pantry, sitting here in the kitchen table.

My mother’s words had so much taken me aback that I suddenly shot a load.

-What the fuck, Arthur? My mother knows what we’re doing?

-Glad you’ve finally poured your cream onto the floor. Yes, she knows and wants me to help you. Well, I’ll need two more minutes, maybe, if you’re still sure you want cream in your hole.

-Yes, Arthur, please.

But it was less than two minutes. Soon after saying those words, I felt his cream moistening my ass for the first time. Arthur had just taken away my virginity. But of course I was worried about my mother. He told me.

-The cinnamon is in this hole, now I remember –and he grabbed it from a hole on his right-. I’ll cook the custard later. First I think you should go and talk to your mother. But never fear Marjorie: she’s perfectly aware of everything and in fact it’s been her that has contrived all this. Now go and talk to her. She’s waiting for you.

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