My Milf System

Ivy gripped the bottom half of my dick with her left hand and the top half with her right, then started her signature butter-churning motion—up and down, each hand twisting in alternating rhythms. The sensation made me suck in a breath. As much as I was loving it, I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to feel her mouth on me.

Back during our first camp, she hadn’t even heard of oral sex. She didn’t know a man and woman could suck each other’s genitals. But once I showed her, she went wild—came like crazy. Now, I couldn’t wait to see if she still knew how to suck dick.

I watched as her right hand released my prick, and a string of saliva drizzled from her mouth onto my shaft, slickening it. Her left hand stayed at the base, guiding it as she took half of it into her mouth—deep, all the way to her throat. But with a dick this long, there was no way she could take it all, which was why her hand kept working the rest. Then she let out a moan, low and needy, and the vibration in her throat sent a shock of pleasure straight through me. It felt insanely good.

Then, she went about a third of the way down, then back up, and then back down again. She continued that motion while jerking off the rest of my shaft with her lubricated hand. She quickly built up a steady rhythm, and after a few more seconds at it, l began feeling my orgasm rising up as I watched my future mother-in-law on her knees in front of me, her breasts jiggling beneath her dress, head bobbing up and down on my cock. I threw my head back, stared at the trees around us, and unloaded myself into her mouth without warning. I expected to hear her gag or choke on my cum, but she didn’t. She just stopped bobbing, held the tip of my dick in her now slightly opened mouth, and swallowed shot after shot of my semen.I finally lowered my head and looked at her. She was staring directly up at me. Her cheeks were sucked in, and I could see her throat moving as she was swallowing my semen. Her eyes were locked on mine, like she was waiting for something, perhaps some sort of reaction, or a praise.

"That was an amazing prayer, honey." I said, looking directly back into her eyes, ruffling her hair. My body shuddered as I spoke, the last aftershocks of my orgasm.

Ivy pulled my cock out of her mouth and sat up. She wiped her mouth with one hand, still holding the base of my penis with the other, slightly stroking it.

"I’m glad you liked the prayer, master!" She murmured sweetly, and my cock couldn’t help but throb on her hand a little more. She realized it, and let out a grin. "I’m glad you’re still as energetic as ever. Now l feel bad for my daughter. Can she even take something as huge as this into her tight, little young cunt?"

"She can!" I responded, then lowered my voice. "But...she can’t satisfy me. I mean... she doesn’t have that much stamina in sex."

Ivy moved to my right, standing partially behind me and to my side. She reached around me with her hands and grasped my dick and began stroking it gently, her lips just a few inches away from my ear. "She’s still young, master. It only makes sense that a couple of orgasms could pass her out! But give her some time to adjust, okay! She’d reach a pro level very soon! After all, she’s my daughter!"