Crouch End wasn't the best part of London to live in but her flat was a lot better than my old bedsit in the Holloway Road and definitely better than Richie's sofa! Jan and I decided that our relationship was going well enough to perhaps get a bigger flat.
We looked at a few places and eventually, rented a place in Stamford Hill, a bit further out from central London. It wasn't a bad flat but the suburban railway line ran right along the back yard so every half hour, the whole place shook! It was probably too big for one couple but not really big enough for two couples. However, little did we know, the estate agent had later re-advertised the flat as being suitable for TWO couples! So we ended up sharing the flat with another couple!
Initially, the guy moved in, telling us that he was single. Trouble was that he had a large woodworking bench which he assembled in the lounge and spent most evenings making models and carving small sculptures! The situation wasn't conducive for relaxing and watching TV.
Then his long-distance girlfriend moved in and, suddenly, this medium-sized flat became overcrowded! We complained to the agents but they weren't interested in our protests. Of course, they were only interested in receiving double rent for this flat.
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We quickly had enough and moved all our things to Jan's parents house in a small town on the edge of London. We slept in the spare bedroom.
Jan's stepfather, Ray, was a shift worker and was out at work during the evenings. We would spend the evenings sitting in the lounge with Sylvia, Jan's mother, watching TV.
As we were going ro bed one night, the pressure of living at her parents house really got to me and we had an almighty argument. I was shouting at Jan, she was screeching at me, her mother came to the room and told us to keep the noise down. Well, we did for a little while but the argument started again. Eventually, we calmed down. It was getting late so we started to get undressed for bed. Jan went to the bathroom.
I'd been sleeping naked since I was a teenager so I stripped off and jumped under the covers on the single bed. Jan came back to the room, dressed in her bra and panties.
"Vee, I'm sorry," she said and bent down to kiss me.
"I'm sorry too," I replied but, as the words were leaving my mouth, Jan kissed me again. This time, though, she pulled the covers back to reveal my semi hard-on, the side-effect of her kisses.
"Well, we'll have to take care of that!" she said and proceeded to massage my cock and balls to a full, raging erection. As I lay on the bed, she started to kiss me down my body, her destination being very obvious. Her head was bobbing up and down on my cock and I was able to reach down to unclasp her bra. Her lovely tits were swaying as she sucked me and I had to have them. I got up from the bed, standing up in front of Jan. I kissed her, my cock twitching against her tummy and it was my turn to kneel down.
I took her breasts in both hands and kneaded them like I was making bread! I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, making them stand out. While I was on my knees, I pulled down her panties then pushed her onto the bed. I dived into Jan's pussy, licking her lips and making her very wet. I pushed my fingers inside her and she caught her breath as I built up the rhythm of my fingering assault. Jan was squealing louder and louder and getting wetter and wetter.
I positioned my cock at her pussy and guided myself in. She was getting even louder, I was starting to get worried that her mother was going to hear our obviously sexual noises. But I was fucking Jan so hard that I didn't notice the bedroom door had opened and Sylvia was standing there! Jan noticed!
"Mum?" Jan shouted and jumped back, causing us to disconnect. She was naked on the bed with a soaking pussy. I was standing at the end of the bed, my cock glistening with her pussy juices. Sylvia stood at the door, herself dressed in her bra and panties.
"Mum what are you doing there?"
"I thought I told you to keep the noise down?" Sylvia said. Well, this was awkward! I was starting to lose my erection. Unbelievably, Sylvia was first to make a move. She hit my cock with her hand. "And what about this?"
Now, strangely enough, that hit gave me a bit of a surge and caused my cock to twitch upwards. "Well, girl, don't waste it!"
I started to climb on top of Jan and she pulled away.
"Bloody hell, Mum, what on earth are you doing?"
"What do you bloody think? He's your boyfriend so be a good girlfriend!"
"You've gone mad! Been with Ray too long!" And Jan got off the bed to push her mum out of the room.
"How fucking dare you, you cow!" countered Sylvia, as she pushed back against Jan. There was shouting, screaming and hair pulling! Fucking hell, I was in the middle of a mother and daughter catfight!
Jan pulled at Sylvia's hair but lost her grip, her hand landing on her shoulder. So she pulled at her mother's bra strap instead. The power of her pull snapped the strap from the cup over one breast. Of course, Jan's next move was to grab at the bra cup, pulling it off Sylvia's breast as well as causing the other cup to fall off from the other breast.
Wow! Well, I am a man so I couldn't really avoid staring at what was in front of my eyes! Four large tits, Sylvia's showing the signs of her age, were swinging in front of me. Still, Sylvia's tits were still impressive for a lady in her late forties.
I was still in an awkward position, though. I was naked, still with a semi hard-on, so I thought I'd better get out of the way. I sat on the bed while the mother-daughter catfight played out. Then, all of a sudden, the fight ended. The hair-pulling was replaced with cuddles, the screaming replaced with tearful apologies.
"I'm so sorry, mum," Jan uttered through her sobs. "Me too," Sylvia replied in a breathless voice. "Now, look after your boyfriend."
"I'm not in the mood now. I just want to go to bed." And so we all went to bed. What a night!
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At first, I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the fight, especially the moment when Sylvia's breasts were exposed. She had the body of a lady her age, a few stretch marks across her stomach which wasn't paricularly toned after having had three children. Her breasts also had a few stretch marks but they didn't droop. They were quite impressive to this horny 22-year-old! But, eventually, I did fall asleep.
During the night, I had to get up to pee. As I passed Sylvia's bedroom door, I heard a few muffled noises. I just thought that she must have been turning over in bed. On my return from the bathroom, I heard what sounded like crying. I listened by the door just in case she WAS crying. I was just about to knock on her door to see if she was OK when I heard a change in the pattern and tone of the noises. The new pattern was more rhythmic and the tone became lost in breathlessness. Was Sylvia masturbating?
I listened for a minute or so before I concluded yes, she was masturbating! My girlfriend's mother was having a wank! I could only imagine the scene. Was she wearing a nightie? Had she pulled it up or even taken it off to reach her pussy? Was she naked with those glorious tits exposed to the twilight? This I could only imagine but the sounds of a middle-aged lady playing with herself was real enough. I started to get hard as I stood by her door. As she reached her climax, I was pretty certain that I heard her speak, whispering obscenities under her breath.
"Fuck me, fuck me, you bastard" Sylvia called out as she gave out quiet squeals and, as she finally came, I was sure that, in her final thralls, she called out my name! I was stroking myself outside her door but that stopped me in my tracks. I quickly moved away back to my bedroom and squeezed into bed next to Jan.
My awkward situation of the previous evening was extended into the night as I tried to find some sleep. Would I be able to face Sylvia in the morning?
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What a surprise! Sylvia was quite matter-of-fact about what had happened the previous night. Jan kept prompting me to not say anything about the catfight so I zipped my lips, although I could sense the tension between Jan and her mother. I felt that I had to say something and, eventually, I spoke to Sylvia.
"I am so sorry about last night."
"Already forgotten about it", she replied.
"But, if it wasn't for us making a lot of noise, it wouldn't have happened," I said.
"Don't worry, Vee, it's done."
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Shortly afterwards, Jan and I decided that we had to find somewhere of our own. Trouble was, renting a nice flat in London was just as difficult as ever. We had both got new jobs and decided to put in a transfer to other branches outside of London, hoping we would be able to find more affordable housing.
Jan's transfer came through first and we made plans to move to Bedford, a small market town fifty miles north of London. We rented an attic flat in a nice part of town, two streets away from an attractive rural riverside. The excitement of the move to a new town brought us closer together and the relationship picked up the pace where it had slackened off in the previous few months.
But once the novelty had worn off, we fell back into our old way of bickering, little tiffs that would develop into big arguments. As we always had, we would have great make-up sex and, in the afterglow, we would be all loved up again!
Jan's insecurities began to bug me and most of them were based in Inge, the girl I had left behind in Norway eighteen months before! Jan knew that I was only with her initially for the company and the sex and that I didn't really feel any romantic feelings for her. We just drifted along in the relationship like a habit.
And then, at work, I saw Kirsten.
We were doing a menial job at the Post Office, sitting at a large table, sorting letters. There were several places either side of the table and there were seats for plenty of staff but I always tried to sit opposite her. There was plenty of banter and she sounded like she could give as much as she took. I was too shy to speak to her directly so I would chat to other people at the table, hoping that she would join in. I kept stealing glances at her and I'm sure I caught her looking back at me but we were not saying anything. There was a flirty sparkle in her eyes which made them look so beautiful, Sometimes, our eyes would meet and I felt that electricity! Each evening at the table, I felt the same as I'd felt the first time I saw Inge in that nightclub six years before. I was falling deep!
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Of course, Jan, being full of insecurities, noticed a change in my mood. The bickering continued but the great make-up sex was the added bonus. She would smothering me with tearful kisses after an argument and was always quick to go down and take my cock into her mouth.
She would take me as far down her throat as she could and, depending on her intentions, she would hang her head over the edge of the bed to deep throat me. I would be on my knees, guiding my cock inside her mouth llittle by little until I could see the bulge in her throat. If she wanted straightforward sex, she would wiggle further away across the bed and turn around for me to fuck her doggy-style. Sometimes, I would flip her around to hold her ankles Harley Davidson fashion and then fuck her hard.
On this occasion though, she held me in place but threw her arms around my waist to pull me forward over her body. The change in angle meant that I was no longer in her throat but we were having a glorious sixty-nine. She sucked at me hungrily as if she was actually trying to eat me! I could only reciprocate and chew on her pussy lips before licking her slit and tongue-fucking her pussy as far as my tongue could stretch!
We managed to roll on to our sides for a much more relaxing position and finally, rolled over again so that she was sitting on my face. Being on top meant that she could disengage from my cock and sit upright, grinding her pussy on my mouth with my chin rubbing up and down on her clit. She was squealing in a little bit of pain as we rocked together and must have been making herself quite sore. After a while, Jan climbed off me and got back on the bed on her knees. She presented her asshole to me and almost shouted at me "Fuck my ass, Vee, fuch it hard!"
I was just hoping that the neighbours weren't listening because we were getting loud and hot! I guided my cock to her anus but decided to lubricate her first. Fucking hell, she was so fucking wet, there was no shortage of lubrication! I worked my cock into her asshole, gently at first but she shouted again, "Harder, Vee, fuck it harder!" And so I did!
Not as hard as I would fucking her pussy but hard enough to have her squealing oohs! and aahs! and an occasional shout of pain. I was worried that this would be hurting her but I was trying to hold back, reluctant to spunk in her ass. Trouble was, her tight opening against my hard cock was making it very difficult to control myself.
"Are you coming, you fucker?"
"Trying not to because you know what I want!" Talking dirty was unusual for me but she had me so worked up! I pulled out, wiped myself down and fucked her pussy. Jan was screaming as I thrust into her. I didn't know whether it was frustration because I'd pulled out her ass but I was fucking her pussy so deep that my balls were bashing against her sore clit. I could sense a hint of pain in her screams so I pulled out of her pussy turned her over onto her back.
I wanked myself until I pumped my spunk all over her tits and face and hair. Her mouth was wide open so I pushed my cock in so she suck the last drops from me. She was a fucking wreck, her pussy was soaking, her tits were sticky and her chin covered in spunk!
"You fucking bastard! That cock has been up my ass!"
"You wanted it, you bitch! You love it, up your ass, in your pussy, cum all over your face! What a fucking mess!"
We fell into each other, holding each other tight, eventually falling asleep on the spunk-covered bed.
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We woke up in the morning in a calmer mood, reaching out to each other for cuddles.
"You're not going anywhere," Jan said.
"What are you talking about?"
"We're going to stay in this bed forever, we're gonna fuck forever. Last night was awesome, just the beginning, lover!" Phew! She hadn't figured out why my mood had changed and she thought I was hers! Well, last night, I was but I was beginning to resent her random mood swings and arguments and I knew that, one day, I'd be gone. Maybe with Kirsten, maybe not.
But, what an amazing night of make up sex!!
