What the actual fuck.
"You should stay and I will only let you leave after you get well completely and the doctor says so."
Martha's voice was overflowing with an affection which i was not expecting. 'I mean by all accounts she should be kicking me out. But instead she wants me to stay. Does she have a memory problem.' Her words completely toppled all of what i had thought would happen.
She smiled at me, as she said it. There wasn't a single drop of disgust in her face. Except for the unease she had when she saw me just now, which was also disappearing into her warm smile. Either she doesn't remember what happend last night or she is too kind.
"Go on, the breakfast will be ready soon, eh-- go sit in the dining table i will bring it over soon"
She said frantically almost like wanting to get me out of her sight as soon as possible. I didn't understand a thing. Does she really not remember. It was all a little too hard for me to comprehend. I stood there pondering as she kept giving me an awkward smile.
Trying her best not to show her discomfort.
I didnt stand there any longer and moved out of the kitchen. Her unexpected reaction put me at ease, she wasn't going to kick me out.
'But what's up with her. I literally fucked her daughter in front of her and she even masturbated to it. Does she not feel shame, I mean lea is her daughter. Right?. And she does remeber pleasuring herself to us. Right?'
Thinking about it just kept making me more tiresome. I went to the dining table and sat down, pondering to why it was going like this. Was she afraid of others knowing of what I did to her daughter. Or did she just wanted her daughter to have a boyfriend. It could be that. But if she was that kind of a woman why did she --- " uhhh this is all so fucking brain consuming."
Then from the kitchen i heard Martha
"All right, the food is ready."
Her voice was filled with passion and warmth. She came carrying a tray of dishes. The exquisite aroma which escaped the closed lids gushed into my nose. I could feel its taste even before I have even had it. A smile came to my face at the presence of such a delight.
Martha slowly settled the tray on the table. Then my attention went to Martha.
She was wearing the same apron from yesterday, underneath it she wore a green tank top which hugged gracefully to her huge breast which would easily be a H cup. Her waist was thin and below it, her curvy wide hips and right behind, was her busty round ass. Her thighs were thick and continuously getting less thicker as you got close to the knee.
Her entire body looked like it was made to be loved, kissed, caressed, and then fucked. This whole package she had, made me rock hard. I just wanted to slam her to the table and tear her clothes of and fuck her juicy ass ruthlessly as my hands and lips played with every part of her magnificent spectacle of a body, and with my throbbing dick buried deep in her juicy pussy just fucking away and taking her to the absolute heights of ecstacy. And then finally filling her womb with my cum as she made the most slutty face and let out the most animalistic moans all while I knocked her up.
Then as she bent down to place the tray on the table, her breasts jiggled ever so slightly in her dress and dangled, while her ass even bigger than her boobs sticked back.
She looked like a fucking angel. And as she did her luscious brown hair fell forward revealing her sweaty neck. The smell of her sweat and the sight before me made my cock throb harder. FUCK
"All set, now dig in"
For a moment i hoped that it was Martha with her legs spread open in front of me as breakfast. But I saw bacon, eggs and toast.
'I still have plenty of time for that' i said with a feeling of guilt which was slowly escaping me as I saw her.
Before i digged in and gobbled it all up, i looked up at her. Her face was brimming with a smile. Her stunning emerald green eyes and her radiating skin made the canvas for her thick pink lips curled up in a smile. Her face and cheeks, everything was perfect. You would never say, that she was the mother of 2 children. She was the ultimate embodiment of the milf of my dreams.
I took a deep breath trying to calm down my raging boner, throbbing at the thought of all of her lips, two at the bottom and the one in the face wound tightly around my throbbing cock. But to no avail.
"Mmhh"
I took a bite and exclaimed in satisfaction. It was delicious. Her face beamed even brighter as she saw me devour my food. While I just sat there and finished the plate. My mouth hungry for her cooking and my cock hungry for her.
After finishing the food i thought of why she said so. Why she wanted me to not leave. I used my meager intelligence and assessed the situation and came to 3 conclusions.
#she has dementia.
#she is too nice to be harsh to me.
#she is a horny woman deprived of sex and wants to watch as I used her daughter.
Now all I have to do is choose from these 3 options of what she wants or is.
Well, she remembers me so it can't be dementia unless she sleep walks. No.
She is too nice to be harsh to me, could be.
She is horny, well yeah she is.
Hey by the way what if she doesn't know that I saw her. I mean, i continued even after spotting her. So maybe she doesn't know that I saw her and believes that I did what I did despite me knowing of her presence.
"How was the food, did you like it?"