DILF Lemons

Tom Ellis - Mommy

Meghan stood in front of the bathroom mirror in shorts and a thin T-shirt. She reached up and took the ponytail holder out of her ebony hair, letting it cascade down her back like a glistening waterfall reflecting the sun's radiance.

"You look gorgeous, darling" Tom hummed with adoration. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and kissed her neck tenderly. "I love the success you've had with your new hair routine, it's really coming alive." He smiled sheepishly. Meghan simply scoffed and turned around to face her husband.

"You always say the things that let me know how well you know me. I love that about you, Tom." Meghan giggled softly and leaned in to kiss Tom's warm lips. They lingered for a moment before Tom slowly pulled away to gaze into Meghan's coffee brown eyes.

"Well that's the plan." He grinned.

"What? The 'you knowing me' part, or the 'me loving you' part?" Meghan raised an eyebrow.

"Both." Tom shrugged. Meghan shook her head and pulled him in for another kiss that involved more than just their lips. Their tongues danced together in euphoria that felt like they'd been submerged in a warm pool of pure bliss.

Tom slowly trailed his hands down from Meghan's jaw to her waist where he delicately tugged on her shirt. Meghan grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the wall parallel to his hips. Tom let out a short breath, indicating his surprise. Meghan's gaze darkened as she let go of Tom's wrists and lifted her shirt. She started slowly and worked her way up to just below her breasts before she squeezed them together, keeping them covered. Tom rested his weight against the wall and slid down to avoid the towel bar. When he reached the floor, he felt the blood rushing downward and looked up at Meghan.

"What's wrong?" She asked coyly while she watched her husband squirm with anticipation. Meghan pulled her shirt up over her head and her gaze darkened. "Is there something you want?" She hooked her fingers in the waistline of her panties and began to pull them down her beautifully toned thighs.

"Come here..." Tom beckoned, "don't be such a tease, sweetheart. I want t--" Meghan put her panties in Tom's mouth and held the other end tight behind his head to gag him.

"You talk too much, baby. Let me take care of you." Meghan smirked and sat herself in Tom's lap. His hard cock was rubbing against clit, only separated by his thin boxers. Tom whined at the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his cock when at its most sensitive. Meghan pressed her breasts against Tom's chest, let go of her makeshift gag, and pulled his boxers down.

"Don't say a word" she cooked gently, "let Mommy take care of you." Tom's expression was a mixture of arousal and confusion that soon melted into a buzzing pleasure as Meghan ran her tongue along his shaft, stopping at the top to lightly suck the tip of his cock. He started to reach down in an attempt to run his fingers through her jet black hair, but she stopped and looked up at him.

Meghan grabbed a tie that hung on the bathroom door, tied Tom's wrists together, and fastened the other end to the towel bar. Tom's chest heaved, his cock was throbbing and he was completely defenseless.

"I think I like you better this way," Meghan gave a wry smile and backed up to the bathroom counter. "Now, you sit there and think about what you've done." Her icy voice was smooth. She stepped up and sat on the counter, spreading her legs slowly as Tom watched hungrily. Meghan opened one of the drawers and took out her vibrating wand. Tom struggled in place, his hair was a mess and his lips were flushed a beautiful shade of deep red as he continually bit them to prevent himself from speaking. He watched while his wife massaged her clit with two fingers, moving them in slow gentle circles while rocking with pleasure. Meghan's eyes didn't leave his and she soon started pumping her fingers into herself.