Close knit family

I'd always simply assumed (yeah, yeah!) that it was one or the other. Now, to hear that something I'd never even considered was possible — well… it took a while before I could get my mind around the idea that I could have cake and ice cream.

In answer to the expression I must have had on my face, Teresa told me 'Ted, if I was okay with them being with you like that at all, what would make you think that my attitude would change if you wanted me, too?'

Nothing, I thought to myself. She hadn't said or done anything to make me think that I couldn't be with her and the girls, both. All that had kept me from letting her be as much a part of my life as I'd have liked had been nothing but my own either-or mindset.

'Ahhhh, hell', I said — then calmly tilted my head down so that I could kiss her. And keep kissing her as I put my hand on her waist, then slowly moved it up until I could cup her breast through the blouse she had on — and discovering that she didn't have a bra on under it.

As I slowly ran my thumb across her nipple, Teresa let me know through her lips that she not only welcomed my touch, but inviting me to do even more with her.

When I indicated that I wanted her to move, she readily did so; it wasn't but a few moments before she was on my lap, facing me, with her legs outside of mine. As our kiss picked up where it had left off, I got both of my hands on her breasts, and found them to be large enough to slightly over-fill my hands — and firmer than I would have thought they'd be after she'd borne three kids. It didn't take long for me to decide that the cloth of her blouse was getting in the way of really enjoying her tits; as I started unbuttoning it, her lips parted and her tongue brushed across my lips. I opened my mouth in return, and our tongues began to make love.

After I got the last button undone on her blouse, she was the one to pull it aside so that I could fill my hands with her warm mammaries — revealing that they had small, dark areolas and nipples, much like Karen's. As I began gently squeezing and caressing her breasts, Teresa moved her hands to my body — feeling my chest for several seconds before going to work to get it out of her way. It wasn't long before I could feel her cool hands wandering my chest and sides and shoulders.

When I was satisfied that my fingers had mapped her bust, I moved my hands lower on her body, caressing her soft skin as I traced a path down her sides and around to her back — and then onto her ass.

I hadn't been massaging her tight ass for long when she told me 'Dammit! Let's just get naked, and get it over with!'

I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and pulled my hands off her ass so she could get up. She did, then moved to the side a bit so that I could get up, too. As we shed various articles of clothing, we continued to exchange a number of fiery kisses. When all we were wearing was our birthday suits, Teresa gently pushed me back down on the couch before resuming her previous position on my lap. I quickly got my hands back on her ass, shortly followed by leaning forward so I could start kissing and sucking on her breasts. She put her hands in my hair, and released a soft moan when I began sucking on one of her nipples. Beneath my hands, I could feel the muscles in her ass clenching as she began to rock on my lap with slow, short movements.

When we'd undressed, I'd noticed (!) that Teresa's bush was dark and luxurious, forming a strip that was only as wide as her mons and extended only a couple of inches past its top. Her rocking on my lap had it brushing lightly against my semi-erect penis; that, coupled with the aroma of her increasing desire soon had my cock growing longer and harder. When I'd gotten hard enough, I could feel myself making contact with her; she felt it, too, and I heard her moan before she started rubbing herself against it.

The additional stimulation soon had me completely hard, which had Teresa rubbing herself along the top of my erection. I could feel her labia had spread enough that she was able to use her growing wetness to lubricate me before she shifted her movements so that she was running her entire cleft along my length; her clitoris would be pressed against me just behind the head of my manhood when she started, and I'd have the warmth radiating from her opening at the base of my cock when she finished arching herself against me.

It didn't take many iterations of that before I wanted us to actually start fucking; I moved my hands to her hips, and when I gently indicated that I wanted her to raise up, she opened her eyes to look at me before telling me 'Oh, god, yes… I want you in me so bad!'

As she lifted herself off of me, the head of my penis slid across the entrance to her vagina before brushing across her erect clit — something that actually caused her to gasp. Reaching down between us, she guided my erection upwards, then got herself positioned so that the end was securely wedged against her opening. Holding me steady, she began to slowly lower herself onto me.

It didn't take me long to understand why she was going slow — she was nearly as tight as Karen had been when I'd deflowered her, and she needed to take it slow so that she could get used to having me inside her. But it wasn't as much of an adjustment for Teresa as it had been for Karen, and she was able to get herself impaled on my manhood relatively quickly. She stopped when her warm, smooth ass rested against the tops of my legs; as she held herself still, she told me 'You aren't any longer than Doug was, but you're bigger around than him. I had to get used to you, even though it feels wonderful to be filled up like this!'

Cupping her breasts in my hands again, and running my thumbs across her erect nipples, I told her 'It feels pretty damn good to BE filling you up like this, too!', making her laugh for a moment.

I leaned forward again and got my lips fastened around one of her nipples; I didn't get to enjoy it for as long, though, because she decided she'd adjusted to my girth long enough, and started moving herself on me. Her movements were small and slow at first; but as her abundant oils got better distributed, she was able to slide herself up and down on me farther and farther, moaning between exclamations of how she felt about having my cock moving in her.

Unable to keep my lips fastened to the moving targets of her nipples, I settled for moving my hands around on her body; I doubt there was a square inch on her within my arms reach that didn't have my fingerprints on it. I made sure to pay special attention to some parts of her more than I did others — her ass and breasts were my favorite targets, but I didn't neglect caressing such areas as the insides of her thighs or the back of her neck, either. When she leaned toward me for a while, I gladly went about using my lips and tongue on whatever bits of her I could apply them to; I felt her get even warmer and wetter around my cock when I managed to nibble and suck on her earlobe for a little bit.

She'd told me that she had an office job, so I wasn't surprised when I saw her begin to slow down a little bit. taking her in my arms and holding her still, I told her 'Here… let me…'

She nodded her head in agreement, and lifted herself up a little bit so that I'd have room to move under — and in — her. My first considered action was to ease myself out of her until only the head of my erection was past the tightness of her opening, then slowly press myself into her, filling her in a single continuous thrust as she moaned her pleasure. After that, I quickly increased the tempo of my thrusts, so that I was moving in her more quickly than she'd been able to raise and lower herself. Her declaration of 'Oh, god, yes, like that!' let me know that I was giving her the kind of pleasure she wanted from me.

It was an awkward position to be in, though, and it didn't take very long before I began to get tired, too. Rather than let her tire herself out again, I simply put my arms around her, and scooted forward — then got her firm ass moved to the coffee table in front of the couch. When she felt it under her, she released her hold on me, and I carefully helped her lay back on it. She wrapped her legs around my waist before telling me 'Now fuck me, dammit!'

Ever the gentleman, I did as she commanded; I was soon pistoning my hard cock in and out of her tightness in a steady rhythm. With both of us more-or-less still, I reached out and got my hands on her tits again; as I gently squeezed them, and teased her nipples, Teresa's arousal increased dramatically.

We continued like that for a little longer, but it seemed like her desire had hit some kind of limit that she couldn't get past. Trying to see if I could do anything to help, I began trying different ways of moving my manhood in her; it turned out to be pretty quick and easy to find something that really worked for her — having me all but pound myself into her as I took the longest strokes I could was what she needed/wanted. It felt pretty damn good to me, too, so I just kept at it; sliding myself almost all the way out of her, then slamming myself back in with a fast, hard thrust soon had her breathless and rapidly closing in on an orgasm.

My cock had started to get the feeling that told me I wasn't far from my own release when Teresa suddenly started to cry out — only to have it choked off when her body practically convulsed with the start of her climax. Her vagina got extremely tight around me, and began a rapid clenching around my penis as I tried to keep fucking her;