FUCK STORY:She get it from her momma?

“What else do you want me to say,” Andrew asked halfheartedly from under his pet project as he listened to his ex-girlfriend Kindra make excuses as to why he caught her simultaneously being fucked from behind and sucking the dick of the twin brothers that lived down the block from him. “I swear Drew, I was probably high or drunk, I didn’t know what happened until I saw your face, baby,” she said passionately. Drew chuckled as he continued to tighten bolts and install parts under his new baby, a 1972 Volkswagen Beetle he purchased in poor condition for $200.

He let out a grunt as he turned a wrench and said “Kindra, we both know you never smoked, drank, shot a needle or anything a day in your life. You need to realize that you fucked up, broke my heart, and that I can’t stand to look at you.” Kindra finally noticed that he had been talking to her from underneath Claudine, the name Drew gave his tangerine orange pet.

“Come on baby, let’s work things out,” she pleaded as she suggestively tugged at his tree-trunk sized leg, hoping to arouse him into one of their wild sex sessions and all would be forgiven. No dice. Drew finally slid from under Claudine, his annoyed brown face looking square into Kindra’s devilish green eyes. “For the 38,387th time Kindra, it’s a wrap. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if Claudine is feeling any better today.” He hopped into the car, turned the engine over with little resistance, yelled “SHE’S ALIVE” and took off down the block, leaving his whorish ex girlfriend standing in a cloud of flat four cylinder engine smoke.

Drew manually rolled down to the window to see that it was a beautiful Friday afternoon. He had the weekend off from his day job, so he planned to cruise around in Claudine until he finally felt like returning to an empty apartment. He turned the radio to the adult R&B station and jammed rather recklessly to “One Nation Under a Groove” from Funkadelic until he decided to swing by the grocery store to pickup a couple of things for home. As he walked absent-mindedly through the cereal aisle, he ran into in familiar face, nearly toppling her and her hand basket to the floor. “Oh my goodness, sorry about that, Ms. Diane.” Ms. Diane was Kindra’s mother, and Drew’s biggest fan in his relationship with Kindra. She felt a respectful, hardworking and attractive man like Andrew was just the kind of man her wild child daughter needed to slow down. Unfortunately it didn’t happen that way.

“Don’t worry, it’s alright Andrew. How are you holding up,” she asked full of motherly concern. “Oh, I’m fine. Your daughter was by the house trying to fill my head full of insanity, but I kept on working on Claudine. She’s up and running now,” Drew said with a proud grin. “That’s great! Maybe you can drive over one morning and I’ll spot you some pancakes.” Although Drew had no intentions of getting back with Kindra, he felt no ill will to Diane, and adored her pancakes. They reminded him of his late grandmother’s cooking. “Not a problem, Ms. Diane, but I’m gonna get on with the get on, so I’ll talk to you later.” “O.K., you keep your head up, Drew. A good man is never down for very long,” Diane said as she hugged him. “I hope so,” he said as he checked out and headed for home.

Drew had eaten dinner and was prepared to go for an evening run when the call buzzer rang. “Hello, who’s there,” he asked in a pleasant tone he was obviously faking. “Drew, it’s Diane, may I come up?” “Sure,” he said and hit the buzzer, allowing her up the stairs.

When he answered the door, she walked right in and said “Drew, I can’t help but feel guilty for what Kindra did to you. I wanted to tell you in the market, but I was afraid that you’d be uncomfortable.” He chuckled and said “Ms. Diane, you don’t have to apologize for Kindra. She has some things SHE has to work on. It’s not your fault.”

“That may be the case,” she said pensively as she sat on Drew’s couch, resting her fist on her chin, “but there’s no way a good man like you should go to waste.” “Go to waste,” he asked curiously. Diane, a mahogany-skinned beauty of 44 years who stayed in shape by jogging every night, the way she met Andrew and introduced him to her daughter, walked over to him and said “yes, go to waste. Perhaps I should try you out myself.” Drew’s dick hardened in times of 29 as he looked into Diane’s green eyes, the same ones she passed down to her daughter. Yet, there was there was something different about those same eyes. Something comforting, something trustworthy, the complete opposite of what Andrew saw when he looked at Kindra.

He hesitantly put his hands on the hips of a woman twice his age and they engaged in a long, sensuous kiss in the moonlit apartment. They separated for a moment and Diane said, “what is my daughter thinking?!” “Who cares,” he said breathlessly. Drew picked up the petite Diane and carried her to his bedroom, and they resumed kissing. Diane stood her 5’2 frame on his bed and began to disrobe deliberately while Drew quickly undressed and pulled her back down on to the bed, where before he made another move, he stared at her fit body, tracing the lines of her toned arms and legs with his broad fingers, watching her washboard stomach rise and fall with excitement. “You have a great body, Ms. Diane,” he said, mesmerized. “Ah ah…no more ‘Ms.’, honey. Just ‘Diane’ tonight.”

Drew began his exploration by taking each of her chocolate nipples on her supple bosom into his mouth, flickering at them with his long broad tongue, and Diane giggled in schoolgirl-ish delight. He traced a trail with his tongue from her left breast, down her stomach to the opening between her thighs. He began playing with her swollen lower lips and ran his tongue across her clit, slowly, teasing her with his strokes. Diane, turned on but wary of the teasing, grabbed the back of his closely cropped head and shoved him face first into her spot where Drew began to lick and suck on her clit like a madman, feverishly working his index finger in and out of her. “YES BABY, THAT’S THE SPOT, THAT’S IT,” she squealed and her pussy erupted like Old’ Faithful, splattering her juices all over Drew’s face and right hand.

Diane got up and instructed Drew to lie on his back, and when her young lover did so, she snaked down to his thighs and picked up his penis with her mouth and began to work magic. She caressed his stomach and chest with her left hand, methodically jerking his shaft with her right and she licked at the tip of it as if it were a chocolate ice cream cone. Up and down she went until she decided to take all of him in her mouth and throat, working her neck back and forth at a rapid pace. It took everything in Drew not to explode in Diane’s throat, forcing him to let out low groans and tap the mattress in submission.

Drew grabbed a condom from a box near the bed, slid it on and slowly slid inside of Diane from the front. As soon as she felt Drew speeding up, Diane showed her strength by slamming her hands against his hips, bringing his thrusts to a complete stop. Diane grabbed his behind, moved him back and forth and said sternly, “Go slow first.” He nodded and worked his hips at a chopped and screwed pace, and Diane rested her feet on his shoulders. Drew licked at her cherry-painted toes and she rolled her eyes into the back of her head and let out pleasure-fill moans.

Drew then had her get on all fours, entering her quickly from behind and began to thrust his way; fast, hard and full of energy. Diane tried to slow him down again, but Drew grabbed her hands and said “uh-uh, you’re gonna enjoy this.” As you could hear the sound of a bed squeaking under intense pressure, the slapping of skin against skin, Diane roared and had intense orgasms twice in a span of 25 minutes as Drew continue to pump like a piston in overdrive.

Diane laid on her back again and Drew re-entered, closer than the first time so their bodies met in the clear night. Diane cupped his face in her hands and they shared another passionate kiss as Drew worked in and out, up and down until he finally was spent and came in shuddering, shivering fashion. Diane rested Drew’s head on her chest and they spent the moments in the aftermath talking about how great each other was until they were interrupted by someone throwing a fit outside of the bedroom window. They both got up to see who it was. It was Kindra. She was furious, not in tears, but obviously shaken by what she had just heard. “MOM, I HATE YOU” she thundered as she got in her car and drove off. Diane hustled to her clothing and said “Drew, I need to talk to my daughter,” she said in a calm voice, yet rushing to redress. She had only gotten her panties back on when Drew crept up behind her, slid the panties back off of her and whispered in her ear, “Maybe after round two.”