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(a continuation from Karen at 50, part 1)

I drove to Mum’s in the early evening that day, after Evie and I closed the shop. I saw David pulling away just as I arrived, and we waved at one another.

I knocked on Mum’s door. And, like the last time, I had to knock again before she opened the door. Same housecoat and slippers. She had a bit of a flush, and a little grin.

“Hi, Sweetie,” Mum said. “You just missed David.”

“We waved,” I said. “He was helping you out?”

“He was,” said my Mum. “Glass of wine?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “You got a little tipsy last time.”

“Oh, no,” she said. “I’m just fine.”

We sat down, same positions as last time, on opposite sides of the coffee table. There was an open bottle of Chardonnay, and two glasses … both with wine in them.

“Oh, dear. David must not have finished his wine. Do you mind finishing it up for him?” asked my Mum.

“I don’t mind at all,” I said, taking the glass and sipping. “I’m happy to see you ply David with the good stuff when he stops by.”

“The good stuff!” laughed my Mum. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this evening’s visit?”

“Well, I was a little uncomfortable when I left last-time,” I said. “I just wanted to me sure that we’re OK, you and me. You seemed a little tipsy and forward, in an odd, sexual sort of way. That seemed so unusual for you. So, I wanted to check in. That’s all. No big deal.”

Mum just smiled at me, and took a sip of Chardonnay. The silence between us lingered, and felt the need to fill it.

“Oh, and I can confirm that some men do indeed like hairy women,” I blathered. “I asked David that evening and he confirmed it.” I expected her to laugh, but she didn’t.

“Did he?” asked Mum. “That was good of him. I guess that means he might like me.”

I sighed. “I guess it does, Mum, since he clearly likes you already. Hairiness is just one more point in your favor.”

“I have a silly request, sweetie,” said my Mum, a bit quietly, and blushing a little.

“What’s that, Mum?”

“It’s silly, but it’s not difficult,” Mum said.

“Just ask me, Mum,” I said. “If I can do it, I will. I promise.”

“I’d like to see you naked.”

“WHAT!?” I said, loudly. “What for?”

“I haven’t, you see, seen you naked since you were a girl,” she said, quietly again, and not meeting my eyes. “Just an old Mum’s fancy, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, Mum,” I said. “This seems kind of weird.”

“I don’t want to DO anything, sweetie,” she said, now looking me in the eyes. “I just want to look at you. It’s an easy thing for you to do for me, really.”

I sighed. Maybe Mum was just losing it. But I’d sort-of already halfway agreed. “If I said OK, how would we do this? Just looking, right?”

“We’ll close the curtains and lock the door, and you can undress right here,” Mum said, decisively. She walked to the windows, closed the curtains, and turned the dead-bolt on the front door.

“In fact, to make it easier, I’ll go first,” said my Mum.

“What? Wait!” I cried. “I didn’t say yes!”

But I was too late.

Mum stood in the middle of the room. In a quick motion, she kicked off her slippers and pulled off her housecoat.

And there she was.

Naked.

My 75-year-old Mum.

Short, yes. With wild red-gray hair on her head, and a wild tangle the same color between her fat thighs. Her breasts (larger than I expected) sagged (farther than I expected … to her belly-button, at least). Her tummy sagged.

Her hips were wide (wider than I expected). She smiled, spread her arms wide, and turned slowly around. Her bum was big and broad and round. She came back around to face me.

Still smiling. “What do you escort bayan think?”

I was stunned. Surprised, both at her action and how I felt about it.

“You look fine, Mum. Really good.”

“Old, fat, hairy … right?”

“Yes, hairy – in a nice way,” I said. “And you look good.”

“Thank you, and …?”

“What, Mum?”

“Your turn, I think,” she said.

Now what? I didn’t know what to do. I felt very self-conscious. But I’d already agreed, and I wanted to support my Mum, even if she was crazy. I could humor her. She loved me, I knew. And she was asking me to do something so simple. And she HAD gone first.

“OK, OK,” I said, leaning over to unbuckle my strappy shoes.

Still sitting, I lifted by bum and reached up under my skirt to pull off my pantyhose, thumbs at the waist-band. Then my sweater, over my head, then shaking out my hair. Then I unbuttoned my blouse. Setting everything on the couch beside me. I stood up and unzipped my skirt, setting it with my other clothes.

Now, standing before my mother in just my bra and panties.

“You really want me to do this, Mum? It’s crazy!” I said. I felt a little naughty … and, I admit, a little excited.

“Yes, sweetie. I want to see you naked.”

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, leaving it hanging from my shoulders. Placing my hands beneath my breasts, I shrugged my shoulders and let the bra drop, so that I was holding the bra cups and my breasts up with my hands. Then I lowered my hands. My breasts dropped low, and I set my bra with the rest of my clothes.

“They’re bigger than I expected,” said my Mum. “And they sag more than I expected, too.”

“David likes them,” I said, simply.

“I’m sure he does dear,” said my Mum. “They’re a bit like mine.”

Then I bent over and pulled my panties down and off, tossing them lightly on top of my bra, and stood up straight, with my arms out to the sides, as my Mum held hers.

Mum just stared at me. I could hear the clock ticking.

“I’m not as hairy as you, down there, Mum,” I said, finally.

“No, sweetie, but you’re so lovely,” Mum said. “So, lovely. David is a very lucky man.”

“So, now what, Mum?” I said, blushing a bit.

“How do you feel, Karen?”

“Very anxious, Mum. Nervous. And a little warm, actually.”

“Sexy warm?” asked my Mum.

Blushing, I quietly said, “Yes, a little.” I dropped my eyes.

“Me, too,” said my Mum.

“Now what?”

“Sit down, sweetie. I have one question for you, then we can get dressed, finish our wine, and you can go home to David,” said my Mum.

“OK,” I said, sitting self-consciously, with my legs pressed together. “Shoot. What’s your question?”

“May I watch you?” asked my Mum.

“Watch me what?”

“Watch you pleasure yourself, maybe watch you with David?”

“What!? This is crazy talk, Mum! How could you ask that? How could we do that? Why would we do that?”

“Sweetie, I think we’d all enjoy it,” smiled my Mum, speaking gently. “I’d really like to watch, and I doubt that you’d really mind … you just think it sounds strange.”

“Well, what about David? How do you think he’d feel about it,” I implored.

“Do you think he’d mind?” asked my Mum. “He might even enjoy it. You could ask him?”

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” I muttered. She was right, though. I did think I might enjoy it, although I could scarcely believe my feelings. But how could I ask David – even if I thought he might enjoy it, too?

“We could start with just you, pleasuring yourself, sweetie,” said my Mum. “That might be easier.”

“Easier? Really? In front of my mother? I don’t know. Maybe, maybe. When? escort bayan Where? Another crazy thing to organize!”

“Why not now? Why not right here?” asked my Mum. “We’re dressed for the occasion. In fact, to make it easier for you, I’ll start.”

“What!? No! Not again!”

And there was my 75-year-old mother, dropping her hand between her legs, and beginning to rub.

“I think you might find you’re already wet down there, sweetie,” said my Mum. I knew she was right. “Why don’t you just try, and imagine David licking you.”

I closed my eyes. This was insane! How could I have got in this position? But it was Mum’s fault, really, wasn’t it?

I opened my eyes and looked across at her. She was smiling, her eyes half closed, using the middle finger of her right hand to rub up and down slowly between the lips of her labia, in amongst the thick tangle of her pubic bush.

I closed my eyes again. What the hell? I touched myself lightly, between my legs, in through the soft brown hair. Wet. Whatever I thought was “right” or “wrong,” this was clearly a turn-on of some sort for me.

I began to finger myself, and I focused on an image of David, licking me. I was getting warmer, or the room was too warm. And I was getting wetter as I rubbed a bit faster. There was David’s head between my thighs. Then his slightly long brown hair changed, in my imagining, to short-cropped salt-and-pepper, and I imagined a pair of gray eyes looking up at me. Oh, no! Oh, no. Not Evie. Too weird. I needed to change-up this fantasy.

I opened my eyes, still tickling my clitoris with long strokes up and down. Mum’s eyes were on me, now. Her knees were spread wider apart. As she continued stroking herself with her right hand, her left hand had moved to her right breast, and was pulling and twisting the hard nipple on her soft, floppy breast.

What was Mum imagining? I wondered, continuing to rub myself. An image of David floated up before me. His brown-haired head working away between Mum’s thighs, his backside turned to me.

I imagined David’s nose and mouth, buried in Mum’s wet hairy place. She was moving her chubby white thighs wide and back close again, pressing against his head, as he licked and licked, faster and faster. Mum was beginning to shudder and strain. Looking up from licking, there was her wobbly tummy, her fingers twisting that hard nipple, and her head arching back. We were both fingering ourselves faster and faster.

And then it was my eyes I imagined looking up at her. My tongue probing away between her legs. My head pressed between her white thighs, as she used her right hand to pull my head farther into her. Sitting in Mum’s living room, naked together, masturbating together, and me imagining licking my own mother to orgasm.

I came, and came, with a high growling moan, rubbing myself, with my Mum watching me, shuddering as she climaxed along with me.

***

And, of course, I shared some of this with Evie.

A couple of days after the embarrassing “adventure” with my Mum, Evie and I were doing inventory at the shop. Evie was at our front desk POS system monitor, calling our items, and keying in numbers for each, as I called back the counts.

“Well, that should be it,” said Evie. “Did I miss anything?”

“I think we got it all,” I said. “Good us! I hate inventory days. Did we come out OK, balanced and all?”

“Just finishing up here,” said Evie, head lowered and eyes on the monitor. “Oh, hey! I’ve been meaning to ask how things went with your Mum the other evening. Everything OK there? Hairy women questions resolved?”

“It was weird, Evie. Just weird. I told her I just wanted to clear the air, bayan escort gaziantep after her tipsy show-and-tell before. She seemed a little frisky … David had just left, and they’d had some wine together.”

“Had they, indeed?” smiled Evie.

“Yeah, yeah. So, I finished up David’s glass, Mum had a bit, and then she said she wanted to look at me.”

“Look at you?”

“Like, without clothes,” I said, blushing. “She said she was an old lady and wanted to see what her grown daughter looked like, naked.”

“Wow, sounds like you had a sort of kinky evening, there, Karen.” Evie lifted her gray eyes from the monitor to look at me. Evie is 60 … ten years older than me … with short salt-and pepper hair. She’s sort of pear shaped: small on top, wider on the bottom. Attractive, I think, but she’s always been single. I know she dates, a little, but nobody special, nor for very long.

“What did you say to that?” asked Evie.

“She surprised me, Evie,” I laughed lightly. “She sort of made me promise in advance, before asking me, and then said ‘I’ll go first.’ She stood right up, and dropped her housecoat. She was naked underneath. I couldn’t have stopped her.”

“No way!” chortled Evie. “Your Mum must be losing it!”

“I don’t think so,” I replied. “She spread her arms and turned slowly around. She seemed perfectly natural and comfortable. Smiling the whole time.”

“Did she look OK?” asked Evie, eyes wide.

“She’s old, and short, and chubby. White skin, saggy breasts, saggy tummy, fat thighs, big bum, and, yes, she is very hairy down below.”

“Then what?” asked Evie. “That can’t have been all.”

I paused a moment, then said, “She told me it was my turn.”

“And did you?” Evie pressed. “Did you strip for her?”

“I did. It seemed strange, but she is my Mum, I do love her, and she did go first,” I said. “Mum said I looked nice, naked. Not as hairy as her, but nice. And she said that David is a lucky man.”

“He is,” said Evie quickly. “Very lucky, to have you. And that was it? You got dressed and went home?”

“Not quite,” I said. “This is the embarrassing part, the part I’m not sure about. We sat down, still naked, and I thought she wanted to explain her behavior, but instead she said she wanted to watch – watch me ‘pleasure’ myself, or me making love with David.”

Evie gasped. “Oh, Karen, your life has taken a very interesting turn, my friend!”

“It has,” I admitted. “Because Mum said again, ‘I’ll go first’ and started to rub herself, down there. She told me I should, too, and imagine that it was David, licking me.”

Evie just stared at me, saying nothing.

“So, I did. I masturbated with my mother. Sitting naked together in her living room. It’s so crazy I can scarcely believe it happened. I can scarcely believe I’m telling you. It was such a wild dreamy thing, though, I had to share it with someone – and who but you, Evie?”

“I’m pleased and honored that you share with me, Karen,” said Evie slowly. “I trust you with everything, and you know you can trust me.”

“I know, Evie,” I said. “Thank you for listening to me blather on about my weird Mum adventure.”

“Did you climax?” asked Evie. “Or is that too personal?” Evie was blushing, and seemed very keen.

“That’s OK. I did, actually. Imagining David, and more, and watching my mother come at the same time as me,” I said. “It all feels very naughty.”

“And very exciting,” suggested Evie, with a smile. “Masturbating together isn’t such a big deal. I did it, when I was a kid. No harm done.”

“But I’m a middle-aged woman, doing it with my own mother,” I said. “That seems a little … different.”

Evie said, “It’s all consensual, and nobody’s getting hurt.”

“What about David?” I asked. “I don’t know how he would feel about it.”

“I think David will be fine with it, when you tell him,” said Evie. “He likes your Mum.”

“You think I should tell him?”

“You have to,” smiled Evie. “When you tell him your Mum is asking to watch you two.”

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I started rubbing her thighs towards her ankles and up her legs towards her thighs and gazing at her pretty round booty, up her spine, unbuckling her sexy black laced bra. Her breasts hung down from her chest towards the bed, and I handled each of her breasts in the palms of my hand massaging each one moving towards her shoulders, massaging the tension in her shoulders. When her pussy came to into sight, a moan escaped my mouth and pulling her panties down until my lips touched her wet pussy lips before I continued and pulled her panties down to her knees.

The soft mellow smooth music came on.

Her pussy was clean shaven and her pussy lips were round as the mouth. Her legs shook as a trembling earthquake as I licked her clitoris. Her panties stayed at her knees as I rubbed her slender body once more from her feet to her bronzed legs, thighs, booty, back, breasts, and shoulders. I helped one leg out of her purple patterned & designer panties. I held her booty and licked her pussy- her body shook from the feel of my tongue on her wet juicy pussy. Licking her pussy, her clitoris, her knees began to buckle. Andrea breathed deeper and quicker. I held her pretty booty with my right hand licking her wet juicy pussy. As I did, her body began to shake. As I sucked her clitoris, her knees buckled. With my left hand I tugged at her panties sucking ateşli gaziantep escort bayan on her clitoris, she raises her left leg shaking as I pulled her panties off. She said, “Babe, you are making this pussy feel good and making my knees shake.”

“I aim to please Babe.”

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I held her booty and licked her clitoris. Andrea’s knees shook and shook and she released a moan as I sucked her tasty pussy. I held onto her booty sucking her juicy wet pussy with her on her elbows & knees. Andrea rubbed her round boobs & thighs as my tongue made her pussy throb and throb from pleasure. We had smoked two blunts and drunk a bottle of vodka before we got into the bedroom. Andrea was horny. Andrea was horny from my handsomeness and swag. I was going to make her mine and I have her now because she was moaning and screaming as I sucked her pussy massaged her body.

I said, “Tell me when you come Babe. I want to taste your come in my mouth. I want to taste every bit of your come- pussy juice. Come in my mouth Babe. Come in my mouth good Babe.”

As Andrea looked at me through her legs I was licking, sucking her pussy. Andrea screamed, “I’m going to come Babe! I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I’m coming Babe!

I tasted hot juices entering my mouth. I put my tongue in her pussy as the come entered my mouth and I licked on her clit. She was coming and she was coming swell. I put my mouth completely on her pussy-hole and sucked her pussy when she came. I wanted to taste her and taste her pussy come. Andrea came- came completely in my mouth. Her come filled my mouth and she watched as I sucked her pussy, swallowing her orgasmic juices.

I climbed on the bed and told her to sit on my face.

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Andrea began humping my face in motion as my tongue licked her horny throbbing pussy. I sucked her clitoris making her scream and moan. She puts her hands on my head pushing her pussy farther on my mouth and tongue, moving in motion on my face humping my tongue shouting and moaning, “Eat this pussy! Eat this pussy! You eating this pussy swell!”

Her hands gripped my head as I ate her pussy and she began to shake.

“I’m coming Babe! Eat this pussy! Eat this pussy! Suck this pussy! Suck this pussy Babe and eat all my come! Taste this come and swallow it all Babe!”

I gripped her thighs pulling her vagina on my face as she said she was coming and sucked her hot come from her pussy as she came in my mouth.

Andrea laid forward and I continued sucking her pussy as her legs shook wild and frantically as she shouted, “Don’t stop! Hold on to me and don’t stop sucking this pussy! I’m going to come again!”

Holding onto her, I licked and sucked more ferociously as Andrea came- another hot gush of come entered my mouth and I swallowed.

She was breathing faster and faster. Her body shook and her legs were shivering as I sucked gaziantep bayan escort her pussy.

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I lay on the bed and turned her body around facing my dick, laid her on my body and we positioned ourselves. She lowered her face to my dick and put her mouth entirely on my dick, opened her thighs, sucking my dick ever so good. Her head was bobbing up and down on my dick and she only used her mouth- no hands as she sucked my dick. I could feel my dick head reaching her throat.

I sucked her pussy making her moan and hum on my dick. When she hummed, my dick head felt every bit of her humming on my dick. Andrea swallowed and sucked my dick as I held onto her body sucking her pussy and her body went to shaking and I knew she was near and coming as she kept my dick in her mouth and sucked.

I came in her mouth and Andrea tasted my hot come and swallowed and she came in my mouth and I held her body as she came and I swallow her come.

I came and Andrea came. We lay their sucking one another then I laid her on the bed, she opened her legs and thighs wide for me with open arms as I entered into her throbbing wet juicy pussy. A leg went around my body and another leg went around my body.

Her pussy was wet, warm, juicy and tight. Andrea said to me as I were inside her vagina walls, “Come in me Babe. Let me know when you come and I will hold you tight as I could in my arms, squeeze my pussy long as I could on your dick.”

I told her when I came, and when I came, she squeezed her pussy tight as she could around my dick as I came and held me tighter in her arms.

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The End

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I’m David. I met my wife, Karen, more than thirty years ago. We have been together for 27 years. Our sex life is still OK, but I find myself wishing for something more.

My mother-in-law, Jayne, has lives in the same town as me and Karen. She’s been on her own since Brian, her husband, died a couple of years ago.

It’s December, and it’s been snowing a bit. Karen asked that I stop by her mother’s on my way home from work, to make sure everything was OK there.

Jayne is 75-years-old. Short, a bit chubby, and she dresses in frumpy old-lady-conservative way, but she’s very sweet and has a great smile. She has orangey-red hair, naturally going to gray. Twinkly, pale blue eyes. We’ve always got on, and, I’ve fantasized about her on occasion over the years, but nothing ever came of that, and there’s been no overt attraction between us.

So, I stopped off at Jayne’s on my way, home, as my wife asked. I knocked on the door, and Jayne quickly welcomed me into her warm home.

“Oh, David, I’m so pleased to see you! I need a tall man with long arms to help lift down the decoration boxes.”

“Happy to be of assistance,” I replied, following her down the hall to a storage cupboard above her bedroom closet. I didn’t remember ever being in her bedroom before. She’d always kept that door closed.

“They’re just too high for me to reach,” sighed Jayne. “And I don’t like going up on step-ladders.”

“No worries. Where do you want them?”

“Oh, on the living room couch would be fine,” replied Jayne, directing me, with a little pat on the back. I thought her hand lingered a little after her pat, but that may have been my imagination.

We opened the boxes, and Jayne began sorting through the decorations. There were garlands and lights for the eaves of the living room, in addition to tree ornaments.

“I may need some help again in the next day or so, David, to put the higher decorations up, and to reach the top of the tree.”

“I’ll await your call, or just let Karen know. It’s easy for me to stop by on my way home.”

“I have a bit of mistletoe that you could put up in the hallway entrance now, before you leave,” suggested Jayne. She fetched if from a table by the front door. “Some local children stopped by, selling sprigs. And here’s push-pin to get it up.”

I took the sprig and pin from her, and felt her hands stroke mine as I pulled away. I quickly tacked her fresh mistletoe up over the hallway.

“That looks lovely!” proclaimed Jayne, clasping her hands. “It’s feeling more Christmasy in here already! Thank you, David.”

“Well, bayan escort gaziantep you can thank me again when I come back to help with the rest of the high stuff,” I said, giving her upper arm a little rub. “Just let me know when.”

“I’ll get things organized,” said Jayne, clasping my hand in both of hers as I slid it from her arm. “Since we’re under the mistletoe, do I get a little holiday kiss to start the season?”

“Of course,” I replied. I leaned down and gave her a peck on the cheek. She was still holding my hand in hers.

“I know I’m just an old lady, but that wasn’t a proper kiss, was it David?”

Well, now what? I’d never kissed my mother-in-law except on the cheek, usually with a quick hug. She was still hanging onto my hand, so I leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. As I began to lean away, she held my hand closer to her chest.

“That was nice,” she said. “Maybe one more?”

My heart began to beat faster. Was this some kind of test or trap? My hand felt very warm where she held it between her breasts. I didn’t recall ever having a hand that close to her body before.

I laughed nervously

Jayne smiled. “One more?” she asked again.

I leaned down, and kissed her again. And I felt my mother-in-law’s tongue tickling my lips, persistently, as if asking to be let in.

I pulled back for a second, and looked her in the eye. She didn’t blink, and she didn’t let go of my hand.

“One more?” asked Jayne.

I slowly leaned down to kiss her, and again felt her tongue tickling at my lips. Sod it! I let my tongue begin to toy with hers. And a bulge began to grow in my trousers, a bulge she couldn’t miss against her tummy, since she held me close. I was feeling an odd mix of arousal, confusion, and nervousness. And Jayne began to kiss me more passionately, never loosing her grip on my right hand. She pushed herself against me, so she couldn’t miss my arousal. I put my left hand on her waist, then let it slide down a bit, to give her large round bum a little squeeze.

She stopped kissing me, suddenly, and looked me in the eyes for a long second. Then without a word she led me by the hand down the hallway and back into her bedroom. I stopped in the doorway, and she released my hand.

“Well, Jayne, what’s happening? Is there something else you need done? Another box to lift down?” I asked, again, with a little laugh. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening.

“Shhhh,” said Jayne. Nothing else. She left me standing in the doorway cim cif gaziantep escort bayan of her bedroom, as she stepped past the bed to the window, and drew the curtains.

“Don’t say anything. Just sit,” she said, patting the edge of the bed. I sat.

Jayne stepped out of her house slippers, all she had on her feet. And I noticed her legs were bare, beneath her knee-length skirt. No wonder she kept the house nice and warm.

She took off her light-weight sweater, and undid the top few buttons of her blouse. Then she sat down very close next to me on the edge of the bed.

“This is what I want for Christmas, David … a bit of an early present for an old lady. Do you mind?”

Without waiting for an answer from me, she kissed me again, even more passionately than before.

After a few minutes more of passionate kissing, with me now rock hard inside my trousers, I started to fumble with her blouse, getting it unbuttoned and off her shoulders, and I fondled her soft breasts through her bra. I could feel her nipples hardening.

“Let me help,” whispered Jayne, unfastening her bra at the back. “I’m afraid they sag rather.” She let her bra slip from her breasts, releasing them to my hungry hands.

“They’re perfect!” I sighed, lifting first one then the other to my mouth, and suckling on her protruding nipples.

“Ahhhh!” was all I heard from Jayne, as she let her head fall back.

Keeping my attentions on her soft sagging breasts and lovely, clearly sensitive nipples, I lowered my right hand to her skirt hem, and found its zip. She raised her hips, allowing me to unzip and pull off the skirt. In the room’s dim light, Jayne’s pale skin seemed to glow. She looked very round and soft and cuddly, now wearing nothing but high-waisted cotton panties. I ran my hand over her panty-covered mound, feeling the hair within, and noticing a growing wetness at the crotch.

“Stop! Wait!” said Jayne, rather loudly, sitting up straight.

“I’m sorry, Jayne,” I said, standing and stepping back. “Things have gotten out of hand. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” she said, quietly but firmly. “I want to see you. All of you. No clothes.”

“Are you sure about this? I’m not a young man any more, and what about Karen?”

“I’m not a young woman, either, and you still seem pretty excited about me. And this isn’t about Karen, not that I think she’d begrudge me this Christmas present. Please, David. Undress for me.”

So, I undressed. Shirt, then shoes and socks. Then trousers. Setting cinsel bilgiler all tidily on a chair by the door. Last of all, my underpants, releasing my very average-sized and very hard penis.

Jayne’s eyes drank in my middle-aged body greedily. Once I was fully unclothed, her eyes raised and locked with mine. She stood up, and slipped off her panties, revealing wide hips and the hairiest pussy I’d ever seen, covered with gray-red-brown hair.

She stepped to me, embraced me, with my free, hard penis pushing into her round tummy. Our skin felt so warm pressed together like this. Jayne reached up, and pulled my head down to kiss again.

She stopped kissing me, looked up into my eyes, and said, “David, my Christmas present.”

I moved us to the bed, and gently pushed Jayne back onto it, onto her back. I pushed her knees apart, and kissed my way up her thighs.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Oh, yes,” I said. And began to lick her wet, hairy pussy with gusto.

One of her hands pulled on the back of my head, urging me even closer. The other hand squeezed her own soft breasts, pulling on one hard nipple, then the other. Jayne was panting, and sobbing, and very quickly her hips lifted and she shuddered in a long, groaning climax.

I slid up alongside of her, and kissed her lips, out tongues twining, as she tasted her juices in my mouth. I rolled her on her back, and slid my still hard penis into her wet, warm pussy. Moving slowly and steadily in and out, I was determined to prolong the fuck.

Jayne kept her eyes open and locked with mine. Her hands were on my ass, urging my thrusts deeper into her, and speeding up the tempo of our love-making.

And I came, earlier than I would have liked, and Jayne came again, too. With low groans of lust, we climaxed and lay in one another’s arms.

After a few moments, I stroked her hair off of her face, and ran my free hand over her back, her bum, over her hairy mound, and to one soft breast, which I kneaded, gently.

“So, that was something, Jayne. Something lovely. But it’s getting late, and I really need to get home to Karen.”

“Yes, Karen, of course,” she said, stroking my cheek. “There are more things I’d like to try, if we had more time. Will you make love to my daughter tonight, too?”

I was a bit surprised, but she didn’t sound jealous or accusatory. “That seems likely,” I said, smiling. “I’m feeling a bit erotic this evening. I wonder why?”

“My Christmas present,” said Jayne. “I like the idea of sharing you with Karen. It must be different with her than with me.”

“She’s not as soft, nor as hairy,” I laughed. “But I love you both, and I’m delighted to have shared an early Christmas gift with you.”

Even in the dim light of the room, I could see Jayne smile. She reached down and squeezed my semi-hard penis.

“I think Christmas might be coming a bit more often, for all three of us, David. If you like.”

“Oh, I like, Jayne. I like very much.”

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I remember the first time we met. All I knew is that you were there to provide support for the project and were from a local organisation. You came into the meeting room and sat down quietly just as we were about to start. As you walked across the room to your seat I realised immediately how attractive you were: blonde hair worn quite short, sparkling blue eyes, friendly smile and a lovely figure. I thought you were in your late 30s, though later you told me you were mid-40s – you were in great shape, and younger than me, but not by much. Maybe this would be a more interesting assignment than I had been expecting.

I remember the first time I realised you might be feeling the same way about me as I was about you, a few weeks later, catching your eye across the conference room table, you meeting my inquisitive gaze steadily, noticing the tight top you were wearing, exchanging some flirty remarks later, and how incredibly exciting that was – but also telling myself not to get carried away too quickly (which I almost did, causing you to back off a bit…).

I remember the first time we kissed properly, adıyaman escort bayan when you were dropping me off at the station after a meeting, I wasn’t expecting it at all, thought you were just going to kiss me quickly goodbye but instead felt your mouth open and your tongue meet mine, it was so erotic.

I remember, so well, every detail, our first time together at the country hotel. Watching out of the window and seeing your car pull up in the car park, wondering what might happen. You came straight up to my room and kissed me, making it clear very quickly that you were really up for things, then we were awkwardly taking each other’s clothes off…you told me you had bought new underwear for the occasion.

I remember you coming for the first time, kneeling on the big bed with my fingers massaging your clit, you swore out loud in pleasure and perhaps surprise, feeling you throbbing – so sexy.

I remember you telling me you wanted me to come inside you, and the surge of pleasure when I did that first time.

I remember after akkent escort bayan dinner we were in a hurry to get back upstairs, taking each other’s clothes off more quickly and efficiently this time, sucking your amazing breasts and nipples, then positioning you at the side of the bed so I could lick you and finger you until you came, then thrusting inside you – I was so turned on, you had to tell me to slow down!

I remember the time you came to my city centre hotel at another conference, we were really in sync that day, you were on fire, we had amazing sex before and after our meal together. You were astride me, throwing your head back as you came and moaning loudly, the sounds and sensations triggering my own massive orgasm. Later you were on all fours so I could fuck you from behind, this time I came first, then you turned over, pulled my head between your legs so I could lick you to completion: your moans of pleasure almost animal-like as your climax hit.

And of course I remember all our times in the hotel near your house, afternoons, evenings, gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan mornings, the first time you took me in your mouth, feeling your hot tongue on me, so many wonderful hours and spending so much amazing time together.

I remember I had to come down to meet you in the car park each time to let you into the lift lobby, and we were so desperate for each other that we would kiss deeply right there, oblivious to anyone watching, then embrace fully in the lift before almost running down the corridor to my room.

I remember once on a hot summer’s day you were wearing a long skirt with a thigh-high slit; we didn’t wait to undress fully, you undid my belt and in one move took off my trousers and pants, I lifted your skirt to your waist and pushed you down on to the bed, moving the flimsy cotton of your briefs to one side so I could thrust into you.

I remember our final time together, you already knowing that my new job meant I would not be able to travel to see you so easily, neither of us wanting to spoil the occasion with sadness. That last time I went down on you first, making sure you came hard and fast, then you pulled me into you while you were still coming, I could feel your pussy convulse on my cock as I entered you and soon I was coming too, my orgasm joining with yours for an explosive finale.

I remember all of this and so much more, I will never forget you, and I thank you, from the depths of my heart.

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This is a work of fiction. While the geography does exist the people are creations of my imagination and are not intended to resemble anyone I know.

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At 1655 on Friday afternoon I was parked near the gate to Point Mugu naval base. Nurse Kathleen said, when she got out of my car last Monday morning, she would be walking out this gate at 1700 on Friday. All week long as I taught my classes, did my weekly rituals of shopping, cleaning, consulting and such thoughts of her kept inserting themselves into whatever I did.

I gave myself a tough time about all my thoughts of Kat. As of Saturday morning I would have known her for one week. We spent all of forty-five hours together in one week! We hadn’t even spoken on the phone once during the week! I must be daft as I heard someone in an English movie say.

At 1703 Kat walked through the gate. She was wearing dark gray slacks and a burgundy sweater and carrying a medium-sized gym bag. When she saw my car she waved. She showed the gate guard her ID and walked quickly to my side of the car. Wondering why she didn’t just get in, I rolled down the window and she leaned in.

She said hello adding a wonderful kiss. The last four plus days disappeared. When she ended the kiss I noticed I was getting hard.

“Lee, I need to ask you a question.”

“So, ask.” I answered with worried thoughts filling my head.

“I have a friend, she’s a nurse too, and we were on Oki together. She needs a good weekend. I wonder if we could share our weekend with her?”

“My plans for the weekend included quite a bit of intimate play. Are you asking me if it’s OK to give those plans up for this weekend?”

“Heavens no! I’m asking if you’d like to have two nurses to play with this weekend!”

I smiled and answered, “Well, call her and let’s get the weekend started.”

Kat put her fingers to her lips and whistled. From behind the gate shack came a woman who would turn heads in the dark. She was about 5’10”, wearing dark Khaki slacks and a dark green sweater. Kat’s sweater held her small breasts gently and the sweater was just a bit loose. This woman’s sweater was filled. She was not ever going to shop in the petite section! Her breasts were at least “D” cups and the sweater showed bumps where her hard nipples were trying to poke their way to freedom. Her hair was just slightly longer than Kat’s, meaning that it was almost long enough to touch her shoulders. Her hair was milk chocolate brown.

As this taller woman approached my car Kat got into the back seat and motioned her friend into the front beside me. She opened the door, put her bag on the floor and got in.

Closing the door she said, “Hi. I’m Pam. I’ve wondered what I would say to you if you said Yes to me coming along. Here goes: Hi, I’m Pam, and I hope to be your unexpected pleasure this weekend.” She giggled.

She was blushing and her eyes sparkled. Her smile was held back just a little. She stuck out her hand to shake mine. I looked at Kat and she gave me an air kiss. I took that as a hint and instead of taking the offered hand I reached around her shoulders and pulled us together. The kiss was short and she quickly touched my lips with her tongue. Just enough of a touch to hint at the future.

The three of us laughed and I started the car. I looked over at the guard and saw that he had been watching. I smiled. He saluted.

On the road back down to my place, Santa Monica and points farther south I was given the details about Pam. She was twenty-eight, from a small town in Nebraska, had been married for about eight months to another officer in the Navy but he had decided that being married cramped his style. She had been single again for almost a year and a half.

As we neared my home I asked, “What would you like to do for dinner tonight?”

Pam spoke first. “I’d really like some sea food, but my budget is a little tight.”

(That registered as code for, “Please buy me dinner.” That wasn’t a problem as I had planned on buying dinner.)

“Sea food sounds good to me too.” Kat said.

I pulled off the highway about two minutes later and parked at a local’s place I frequent. “The Reel Inn” isn’t fancy, but the fish is fresh and the prices are low. We ordered at the counter and then moved to a booth near the windows. When our food was ready they called our names over the PA system. I sat next to Kat and while we ate she played with my leg and rubbed herself along my side. It was a delightful meal. As we ate I also was able to easily feast my eyes on the features of Pam most prominently placed before me.

When we were walking back to my car after dinner I asked the ladies if they had anything they wanted to do this evening. I noted that it was just about seven-thirty. Neither woman answered until we were in my car. Pam got in the back and Kat sat up front with me.

“Lee, we have a specific request for the rest of this evening. We want you to take us to your home and we want you to fuck antep escort bayan us.”

“Please.” Pam said.

I started the car and put it in gear. Six minutes later we were in my garage. When we got out of the car I took them both in my arms and we kissed. I started with my mouth on Kat’s and as that kiss was warming up I felt Pam’s lips on my neck. When Kat and I came up for a breath I turned my head and Pam’s tongue met mine. I expected to feel Kat’s lips on my neck but she put them on Pam’s. Things were heating up nicely.

It was as we were standing next to my car in the garage kissing that I heard a small dog bark. It sounded near by. I broke the kiss and looked and Mrs. Calderon from down the street was standing in my driveway holding her little dog in her arms and staring. I smiled and ushered Kat and Pam to my front door.

As I opened the door my phone started ringing. I went into the kitchen and answered. It was my oldest daughter.

“Are you busy, Daddy?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact I am Sweetheart. We went out to dinner and now we’re home for the evening.”

“We? You have a date? Well, good for you! It’s about time you were back in circulation. What’s her name?”

“You are just going to have to wait to find out any details. And, in case you were thinking of it, don’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t come anywhere near this house this weekend!”

She laughed and when she stopped she said, “I love you Dad. Have a nice weekend. Maybe I should call a nurse for you?”

“That won’t be necessary.” I answered with an all-knowing grin.

I hung up. Both Pam and Kat were somewhere in the house but not in the kitchen. I went looking for them. They had found bathrooms and were using the time to good advantage. I did not intrude. Thinking that a bathroom was a good idea I used the one closest to the front door. When I finished I went back to the kitchen and sat on one of the bar stools.

Kat was next into the kitchen. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was soft and insistent. I returned it in the same manner.

“Lee, is it really OK that we share with Pam this weekend?”

“Are you really OK with me fucking her?”

Kat nodded.

“All week long you have constantly been on my mind. I have been in relationships. I was even engaged once. I have never felt as safe, comfortable, or sated as I have felt all week. I believe you when you say that the more people accept each other the better we would all be.”

“Most people put too much about ownership and rules into being together.”

“I don’t want to be like that. So, yes, I’m ready and willing to have you include my friend.”

Pam was standing in the hallway. She could see us and hear that we were talking but she couldn’t hear what was being said. When we finished talking, we kissed. At the end of the kiss Pam walked in.

“Can I have one of those?” she asked.

I took my right arm from around Kat and held it out for Pam. She took two more steps and the three of us embraced. I kissed Pam on the lips and she welcomed me in. Kat snuggled in while Pam and I kissed. The feeling of having these two beautiful women in my arms was incredible!

When Pam and I broke our kiss she spoke to Kat.

“How did you find this man?”

“I just stuck my thumb out to hitch a ride and he showed up.” Kat said smiling.

Pam opened her mouth and kissed me again. After the kiss I asked both to tell me why they were willing to share.

Kat told me about her history with men who were users and jerks and that she didn’t think there were many good guys left. Pam jumped in and said that when Kat had told her about our weekend she wanted a weekend like that too. The more they had talked the more evident it seemed that the solution was to both be here with me this weekend.

I thanked them for thinking so highly of me and kissed them both. When the kisses ended I had a thought. That thought prompted a question.

“What is your favorite fragrance? Not a perfume, a smell. Like vanilla, cloves, lavender, jasmine.” I asked.

Kat answered, “Vanilla!”

“Jasmine.”

“Perfect! I have a surprise for both of you and it is a wonderful way to begin our weekend. Come with me, please.”

They came along without protest. I took them to the master bathroom. I started the water in the shower so it could get hot. I knew from years of experience that it would take two minutes for the hot water to get to this shower. Then I left them standing by the shower and went to my closet where I got two robes.

Back in the bathroom I asked them to shower, dry, put on the robes and join me in the family room.

Pam listened quietly and then looked at Kat and then back at me.

“When I got dressed for tonight I was sorta hoping that it was going to be you who undressed me.”

“I would be happy to accept that honor.”

I wanted to undress both women and was wondering how to choose which araban escort bayan to do first. I told them of my dilemma. They decided that I would undress them both, one article at a time and they would undress me together. I knew that this would take a while so I reached in and shut off the shower. I took Kat by a hand and Pam by the other and we went to the bedroom.

Pam and Kat sat on the bed and I removed their shoes. They stood and I hugged Kat and then Pam. As the hugs ended I pulled their sweaters up and over their heads. I put the sweaters over a nearby chair and kissed Kat all along her collarbone from her left shoulder to her right. When my lips arrived at her right shoulder I noticed that Pam’s shoulder was three inches farther along the path I was already on.

I moved over and kissed along Pam’s collarbone to her right shoulder and then I moved down just a bit and made the return trip. On my way I noticed and paid due homage to the lacy and colorful bras they each were wearing. I did not remove them.

Kat pulled my shirt loose from my slacks and Pam unbuttoned it. One of them pulled it off and put in on the chair with the sweaters. The energy in the room was increasing and the hands and lips increased their pace as well.

I reached behind Pam and unfastened her bra. Kat helped it fall from her shoulders and as I knelt to kiss Pam’s breasts Pam reached behind Kat and quickly removed her bra. As I approached Pam’s breasts I saw why the bumps I noticed showing through her sweater were so easy to see. Her nipples were quite large. They were at least the size of grapes and in their erect condition they stood proud and almost three-quarters of an inch tall. After spending time acquainting myself with her breasts and nipples I turned my attention to the smaller but equally exciting breasts of Kat.

Since I was already on my knees I unfastened Kat’s slacks, pulled the zipper and slowly pulled them towards her feet. As I uncovered her I covered her exposed skin with my kisses and my hands. When the top of the slacks passed the widest part of her hips they fell to the floor. With my hands guiding she lifted each foot and I removed the slacks from them. I then stood again and folded the slacks and put them over another chair.

I turned to Pam. She held her arms out and I stepped into them. As she wrapped me in her arms we kissed. I started softly and probed her mouth gently with my tongue. She wanted none of that. Her tongue pushed in hard and she sucked mine into her mouth.

My hands went to her slacks and I unfastened them, unzipped them and pushed them off her hips. They fell to the floor and she kicked them aside. Her hands went to the sides of my face and our tongue dance continued.

Her breath was coming in shallow gasps. Her eyes were wide and expectant. I stepped back and looked. Pam was wearing red. A red lace g-string made of mesh that hid nothing. The red g-string only accented the fact that she had no hair near her vulva and that it looked ever so delicious in the transparent red mesh.

As the g-string headed for the floor I kissed along her chest and then stomach keeping pace with the exit of the g-string. Before it had reached the floor my face was in her vulva. I could feel the heat, smell the arousal, and when I stuck out my tongue I could taste her willingness. I only tasted once.

She put her hands on my head and pressed my face into her cleft. My nose went between her lips and brushed her clit. She shuddered and held on tight. I did not move.

Eventually she released the pressure on my head and I continued the exit journey of the g-string.

“I see you Pam. I see all of you. I’m going to tantalize all of you.”

I stood quite still, looking at her eyes. They filled with lust. Kat was standing right beside me and holding the other robe. Together we put Pam in it and the three of us hugged.

After, I went back into the bathroom and turned the water back on. Kat and Pam were right where I left them still hugging each other.

I wrapped my arms around them and said, “Take your shower when the water is hot enough. When you are dry and back in the robes come to the family room.”

Pam spoke softly, “I may never be dry again in my life.”

I went to the back bedroom and got my massage table, two massage sheets, the Jasmine and the vanilla lotions and carried all that to the family room. I set the table up, lit six candles, turned the stereo on to a soft music CD, and started taking off my clothes.

A voice stopped me.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

It was Kat. Pam was right with her.

“I was getting ready for your return.”

“Taking clothes off is not the job of the person wearing the clothes!”

I was surrounded and out armed. I did what any self respecting man would do. I surrendered. Four hands made short work of removing the rest of my clothes. When I was naked they used their hands, lips and gentle persuasion to peak my gaziantep arap escort bayan interest. When Pam thought my interest was peaked enough she dropped to her knees and kissed the swollen end of my interest. Kat turned my head and kissed me there. I fondled Kat’s body as much as I could reach. It was strange feeling Kat’s hands on my upper body, her lips kissing mine while Pam’s hands massaged my ass and her mouth was driving every nerve ending in my penis crazy.

I took that treatment as long as I could without losing control completely and then I stopped them. It wasn’t easy.

I told Kat that since she had been undressed first Pam would get the first massage. Before Kat could say anything Pam had dropped her robe and assumed the proper position on the massage table.

I picked up the squeeze bottle of jasmine scented lotion and began to work on Pam. I had studied massage many years ago while I was stationed in Japan. I had been taught that you always begin with the feet of a woman. If you get their feet to relax the rest of her body will follow more easily. As I massaged Pam’s feet it was evident that she was already almost completely relaxed. She had already surrendered.

The room filled with the smell of jasmine as I worked. Her legs and then her butt were next. As I worked the muscles in her ass she spread her legs a little and she moaned. I moved my hands to the small of her back and worked there long enough to get almost all the lotion off my hands. When they felt almost dry, but not quite, I cupped her vulva with one hand and lifted. With direct pressure on her vulva I lifted her hips about three inches and held her there.

She moaned again and then went completely limp. I lowered her hips back to the table and removed my hand from her mons. It was wet with her juices. I raised my hand to my face, smelled her juices and then licked her wetness from my hand.

I looked over at Kat and she had her hand at or in her pussy. I shook my head at her. She stopped.

I straddled Pam’s legs up near her ass and began working the muscles of her back. Long slow strokes from her lower back upwards and the gentle strokes back to her ass. As I made these strokes my balls and cock moved along her skin between her legs up to their junction with her ass. Over and over I made these long slow strokes with Pam moaning during each one.

When I was ready I moved off the table and had her turn over. I went back to her feet and again worked my way up toward her head. At her vulva I pressed down with the palm of my hand and she moaned deeply. I held that pressure for about a minute and then slowly released. At her breasts I worked the lotion in gently and avoided the nipples altogether. My only reason for avoiding putting lotion on her nipples was that nipples don’t seem to absorb the lotion as easily as other skin and I don’t like the taste of the lotion as much as I like the taste of nipples.

With a hand motion I got Kat to come to the table. Without speaking I had her climb up on the table and sit between Pam’s thighs facing Pam’s face. We helped Pam sit up and Kat wrapped her arms around her in a hug. I sat behind Pam and worked lotion into both women’s shoulders and necks. After a couple minutes Pam kissed Kat and the kiss was returned.

The three of us untangled and got Pam back in her robe and into the chair, Kat lying face down on the table and I went in the bathroom long enough to wash the remaining jasmine lotion off my hands.

When I returned Pam’s eyes were closed, and Kat was looking at her. I picked up the bottle of vanilla lotion but Kat stopped me by reaching out and touching my hand. She crooked a finger and drew my face down to hers. I thought she wanted a kiss. She wanted to whisper to me.

“Lee, I want your massage. I’m so wet from watching what you did to Pam that I think if you touch my pussy once I’ll cum. But, I don’t want the massage right now. I want us to take Pam into bed and fuck her completely. Tonight is about her finding out what I found out last weekend.”

She sat up and kissed me. Any man who loves women and could be kissed like that and who could still say “No” needs to be in an institution.

Before Kat could start to get off the table I reached down and slipped my hand between her thighs and cupped her mons. She moaned. I pushed my middle finger into her crease and found the clit. She climaxed and flooded my hand with juice. When she calmed I helped her off the table and we went to Pam.

She had dozed off in the chair and when we touched her she woke up with a start. We helped her stand and led her into the bedroom. One or both of them had turned down the bed while they waited for the shower to warm. They had also found hangers for their slacks and their sweaters were nicely folded on top on the TV. We sat Pam on the bed and sat near her.

I spoke to them both.

“When did you two decide to ask me for this kind of a weekend?”

“On Wednesday night.” Kat said.

“We had finished work and were having dinner.” Pam added. “And Kat was still talking about you. She had the idea that if you really are who you say you are, and who she believed you to be then you would welcome me.”

“We talked until about 2100 or so and then went to our rooms.”

“I don’t know how long Kat stayed up thinking but I was still awake at 0100.” Pam said.

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So, I was out walking my dog one day, and this woman jogged past… my imagination took off, and now I present to you another new story. I hope you enjoy it.

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I was walking my dog the first time I saw her.

Well, that’s not exactly true, but at the time I thought it was. It’s true I was walking my dog, but it wasn’t really the first time I saw her. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had seen her hundreds of times, just never in person.

My mother and I had recently moved into this neighbourhood, and this was one of the first times I had walked Sox, our little female beagle, throughout the fresh smells of her new territory.

In other words, there was more sniffing than walking in this walk. While that might be true of any walk with a dog that is bred for its ability to smell, it was particularly so today.

Sox is so cute. She got her name from the white feet that almost all beagles have, which made her look like she was wearing… well, socks. Mom named her. She also once named a cat Felix, so obviously, creativity was not a requirement for naming our pets.

Early spring brings out the smells that winter had held captive, and this was one of the earliest sunny days. We were making very slow progress down the street as Sox’s nose made up for lost time, cataloguing every other dog that had passed this was for weeks, as well as all the budding new growth that was about to burst forth. I let her do her thing, because fighting her was futile, and also because she was pretty cute. The kind of cute that attracted attention.

Female attention.

Moving had officially ended things with my ex-girlfriend, not that there was much to end. Our relationship had gone seriously downhill recently. Kathy had started out as a fun, enthusiastic partner. We had a great time together, in and out of the bedroom, for several months, but recently, my eyes had been wandering. Something was missing, and she felt it too, so rather than hang on to something that was dying, we let it go.

So, here I was, walking the dog, hoping to start something new, but the street was deserted. It was a long, gentle downslope, with a few side streets along the way. There had to be plenty of women, but there were none to be seen.

We were, or rather Sox was, sniffing her umpteenth pole, and I was gazing, unfocused, into the distance. The movement caught my eye.

The whole point of this was to tell you how and when I first met Savannah, wasn’t it? Well, the motion that caught my eye was a long way off, probably a good 500 yards, but it held my attention. I could see the distant figure round the corner way down there, and head up the hill in my direction. Whomever it was, they were jogging.

I say ‘whomever’, but the ambiguity was clearing up by the second. Even from this range, there was something about the way the figure moved that tipped it toward the female side of the coin. It… she… had an athletic stride, but that wasn’t it. Slightly knock-kneed running style. That was probably it.

As she closed ground, I caught the flash of blonde hair, swinging widely from side to side with her movements. Ah, a long ponytail. Definitively female.

Sox wanted to move on to her next sniffing spot, but I was concentrating on the woman bounding in our direction. Bounding, yes. Also bouncing.

Despite the sun, it really wasn’t a warm spring day yet. I was wearing a jacket, and… whoever she was… was wearing one, too. That didn’t mean she was hidden, though. She appeared to be quite slim, with a delightfully feminine sweep up her long legs, over her hips and along her flanks. It was the other movement that really caught my eye.

Okay, I’m a guy. I won’t apologize for being one. I try not to be too obnoxious in my observation of the fairer sex, and I truly appreciate a beautiful woman for her beauty’s sake. Sure, I would also like to put her ankles behind her neck and fuck the shit out of her, but since that’s just in my mind, I try not to let it show. Anyway, I have a very finely tuned sense for the jiggle factor a curvy woman produces. You know the one I’m talking about.

Come on, admit it; you do it too. You watch a woman’s breasts move as she does. They’re just a few milliseconds behind the rest of her, and yet I can pick that up, even from a distance. And, of course, the bigger the boobs, the longer the delay, and the more obvious the jiggle.

She was probably still nearly 200 yards away, but I could already sense that she was really built. Other details were becoming clearer, too. Ball cap, aviator sunglasses, apparently quite attractive… Sox strained at her leash, so we moved along until she found a new smell. I looked up again.

Inside 50 yards now. Oh yeah, she’s pretty, and sporting a huge rack, which was moving as a unit, but with a mind of its own. She must have been wearing a titanium reinforced, carbon fibre jogging bra, but it still couldn’t quell the eye-catching movement of those magnificent globes.

Okay Antalya travesti idiot, don’t wreck it before it starts. Cool checklist… mouth shut, not hanging open like a drooling fool? Check. Eyes soft, no staring at the breasts? Check. Gentle smile? Check. Say hello?…

“Hello,” I smiled as she passed. Check.

“Hi!” she replied, never breaking stride. My head followed her, and caught the mouth-watering rear view. She had a great ass, as well.

“Oh shit!” I whispered. “Please tell me you live around here, and that this is not the last time we meet.” I glanced at my watch, and noted the time. Perhaps, like most exercise fiends, she had a regular schedule?

“Come on, Sox. Let’s head home,” I smiled, tugging her leash gently. She looked up and wagged her tail, the beagle equivalent of a smile. “We’ll see her again, won’t we?”

***

Sure, as first meetings go, it was hardly the stuff of legend. However, it was a start, and time would tell how it would be remembered… if it was remembered at all.

I was, at least, right about the mystery woman having a schedule. There was a little leeway in it, but she did go for her run at pretty much the same time, on the same days, every week. Her route didn’t vary much either, so when I wanted to make another contact with her, I had a fair chance of being successful.

I know it sounds like I was stalking her, but I didn’t view it that way. I was just making myself available for casual conversation. I didn’t follow her home, or even follow her at all; I simply walked Sox, and let her make the moves. I hoped she would.

We did begin to meet more often, and the one word greetings began to grow into something resembling conversations.

Okay, not really conversations.

“Beautiful today, isn’t it?” I asked as she approached. I might have been referring to her, or the weather.

“Yes, I think spring is finally here!” she responded.

“Getting warmer out,” I commented another time. Her running garb was getting more revealing as the temperature went up. She was now impossible to ignore.

“Yes, I love it. I love to sweat,” she replied, still not even breaking stride.

I had started wearing sunglasses on our walks, so that if we met again I could watch her spectacular body pass with more impunity. It was a good strategy, letting me turn my head slightly, thus appearing to avert my eyes, while in actuality they remained locked onto her bouncing chest. Now that it was truly warm out, cleavage came out to play, and I saw her perspiration soaked top cling to her like a second skin. I’m glad I didn’t miss it.

I suppose the first time we really, truly talked will be forever etched in my memory. It was a Tuesday, late in the afternoon, and completely unexpected.

You see, I had missed her usual time, as I was out earlier in the day. Since I wasn’t anticipating seeing her, I left my glasses at home, and I was squinting into the sun as we headed up the hill on the way home. Her part in the drama was that she was running her route in reverse. It all meant that I didn’t see her coming. Neither did Sox.

“Hi!” she chirped, only a few strides away.

I looked up into the sun, blinded, and Sox was startled. She darted sideways, right into the woman’s path. By the time I was able to see, the collision was inevitable.

Wham! She slammed into me. Fortunately, although I had been blinded by the sun, she was wearing her sunglasses, and had her back to the sun. Her view was perfect, and she was able to hit the brakes enough to avoid injury. She turned sideways, and hit me with her hip. My natural reaction was to catch her, and I did, capturing her in one arm, while trying to keep Sox out from under foot.

“Ooof!” she gasped.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming!” I explained, gesturing to the sun. She was still hooked in my arm. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she giggled, her hat askew along with her sunglasses. She looked down, untangling herself from Sox’s leash, and stood tall. “Thanks for catching me.”

Now that the crisis was over, she stepped back, and took off her glasses and hat. I wasn’t prepared for it.

She was beautiful. Blue eyes, pouty lips, a sharp but elegant nose. She was older than I had pictured in my mind, with just a few tiny lines visible around those eyes. I fought to keep my eyes on hers, rather than wandering to her body, which I had never had the opportunity to view standing still. She did me a favour, bending to check on Sox.

“And how are you, little one?” she asked, in the usual voice adults make for dogs and kids. “I didn’t step on you, did I?” What’s your name?”

“Sox,” I responded, now free to check her out while she was focused on the dog, who was standing, wagging her tail, and licking the woman’s face. I watched them interact, while I looked down the woman’s top.

Well you would have, too. She had a huge rack, and there was no way to miss it when she was crouched İstanbul travesti like this. I looked at Sox in the nick of time, as she looked up, and stood, shifting her hat and glasses to her left hand. The right came out in my direction.

“I’m Savannah,” she smiled, her teeth shockingly white and perfect, just like the rest of her. Since I didn’t immediately reply, she prompted me. “And who is Sox’s daddy?”

“Oh, sorry, of course, um…Nicholas,” I stumbled. “Nick. Nice to meet you Savannah. You’re sure you are alright?”

“Pretty sure,” she smiled, and patted herself on the ass. Her hands then slid up her sides and across her breasts. Since my eyes were following them, I got another good look at her chest, before snapping my eyes up to her face. “Yep. Nothing broken.”

I watched her put her hat back on, fishing the long ponytail through the back. With her arms up like that, I had another quick peek at those tits, held higher until her arms were lowered.

“Nice to meet you, too, Nick,” she winked, putting her glasses back on. “And you Sox. I’m sure we’ll, um… run into each other, again?” she started to stride away. “I’ll signal my turns in the future.”

My mouth ajar, I watched her ass as she ran. She turned her head, and caught me. A loud giggle, and a wave were her response. Within seconds, she had turned the corner, and was gone.

“Holy shit, Sox, did you see her? She’s incredible!” I gasped, looking down. Sox wagged her tail, and stood up against my leg, inviting me to pet her head. I did, but my mind was petting Savannah.

***

It was nearly a week later when we met again.

“On your right!” I heard, from behind, and turned to see Savannah approaching. I feigned protecting myself, and she laughed as she stopped in front of me. Her breasts stopped just after. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” I smiled back. “You?”

“The usual. Perfect,” she giggled. It was an obvious flirt.

“Uh huh,” I nodded. “Which way you going?”

“Whichever way you are,” she said. “I’ve already done my five, and saw you ahead of me, so I thought we could talk while I cooled down. You don’t mind, do you?”

Yes. Absolutely. Move along. I have no interest in anyone as sexy, alluring and beautiful as you. Duh! Her voice was soft, yet assertive. I liked it.

“Not at all,” I said, leaving the sarcasm in my mind. “Done your five?”

“Miles,” she clarified, tipping her sunglasses up on the brim of her hat. “I run five miles, every second day. Actually closer to six today,” she said, checking her fitness watch.

“Well, I’m not a runner,” I told her. “We usually do about a mile and a half. That’s the limit of my patience. This dog is a nose with feet. She sniffs enough for ten miles in that span.”

Talking about the dog made Savannah drop to one knee, and Sox was getting a lot of attention. She was also getting to paw Savannah’s voluptuous chest without worry. Ah, to be a dog sometimes.

“Ooooo, you’re just so cute!” Savannah giggled. “Look at those ears!”

Look at those tits! I thought, looking down from above. You know you’re making me crazy, don’t you?

Savannah stood up again. She was quite tall, as well as being otherwise perfect. We started to walk along slowly, letting Sox set the pace.

“So, tell me about Nick. When did he move here?” she smiled, doing the ‘third person’ thing.

“He moved here about six weeks ago,” I replied, in the same fashion. “He lives in a nice house, a few blocks that way, with his mother.”

Oh, god! Did I just say that out loud? Even I thought that made me sound like a hopeless dweeb.

Savannah didn’t even flinch, just nodding, and walking. I scrambled to explain without looking desperate.

“His mother kind of needs him around for a while. She’s not used to being alone, and asked him to be the man of the house for a year or two. He agreed, and is putting all the saved rent into investments for his future.”

“So, he’s a good son, and smart as well,” she concluded. “What does he do for a living?”

“He’s a mechanic. Well, actually, a supervising mechanic,” I replied.

“So he’s good with his hands,” she smiled. It was not an accidental comment. She was flirting. Still it surprised me a little,

“Yeah,” I laughed, “I suppose so.”

“How old is he?” she said quietly.

“He’s twenty-five,” I answered, then turned the tables. “What about Savannah? What does she do when she’s not running? How old is she?”

Yeah, I know… I should never ask a woman that question, right?

She smiled, and looked like she was about to answer, when she touched her lips with a fingertip, shhhh-ing herself.

“My, will you look at the time?” she giggled. “I have to get home, hit the shower, and get to work! It’s been nice talking to you.”

She turned, and took a couple of steps down the street we were just passing, then paused.

“Oh, and Savannah wanted to ask Nick one more thing,” she grinned, İzmir travesti looking at me sideways. I nodded. “She wondered if maybe sometime she might ask Nick to join her for a drink, or perhaps dinner? Unless he’s already involved with someone, of course.”

I was stunned. I didn’t see that coming, and was having trouble articulating my response. It should be so easy to just say ‘yes’, shouldn’t it?

“Um, yes, of course. I think he…” I paused, and shook my head. Enough hiding behind ‘him’. “I’d like that Savannah. I’d like it a lot.”

“Good. I’ll be around. I really need to get to work. See you,” she smiled, and began to jog away down the side street.

“What DO you do?” I called after her. She just raised her right hand, and wagged her finger at me, without looking. Not yet.

Being left standing on the street in awe was becoming a habit for me.

“She asked me out,” I said to Sox. “Well, actually… she asked if she could ask me out, which I think is pretty much the same thing, don’t you?”

Sox just wagged her tail.

***

The very next day, I had to work late, and when I arrived home, Mom was watching TV.

When I said I lived with my mother, it was true. Also not really. The house had a basement apartment with a separate entrance, which is where I slept, affording me some freedom and privacy, should the situation arise. However, I usually ate with Mom, upstairs.

As I walked in, she was just finishing up dinner, and the small TV in the kitchen was on as she cooked. She was watching the news.

There was something strangely familiar about the anchor’s voice. A woman’s voice.

The lightbulb suddenly went off, and I quickly came around the corner, turning the TV to face me. That voice! No! Really?!

There, on the screen…

“… and police have a suspect in custody. Spokesmen for the department assure the public that their safety is not at risk.” the female anchor said. The set had her standing at a tall desk, along with her co-host. “That’s all for today’s broadcast. We’ll be back tomorrow at 6…for my co-anchor Braxton Barnes, I’m Savannah Lynch. Goodnight.”

I stood there with my mouth wide open.

“What?” Mom asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Um, nothing,” I smiled. “remember that woman I told you I met? You were listening to her. I knew there was something familiar about her.”

Yes, I told my mother about her. I left out the part about her being stacked, but I suppose that cat was out of the bag now. Mom smiled.

“Really? It was Savannah Lynch?” she gasped. “She’s so pretty. It’s amazing she still looks so great. She’s been on the news forever”

That may have been my Mother’s way of telling me she thought I should find a younger woman, or at least one a little further from her own age. That’s as far as she would go, though, as she knew I was able to make my own choices.

Mom put dinner on the table, but my brain had latched onto her last words… ‘she’s been on the news forever’. Just how old was she? I knew she wasn’t my age, but I wouldn’t have guessed more than thirty… maybe thirty-five? Now it appears she might be older than that. Was I being stalked by a cougar?

Oh boy!

***

It took three days for our paths to cross again. Poor little Sox got walked a few extra times, hoping I would bump into Savannah, but it was on schedule when we did finally meet.

“Hi Nick! Hi Sox! How’s the neighbourhood smell today?” she chirped as she coasted to a stop beside us.

I had been thinking for days about whether or not to tell her I had figured out who she was. Did she have a reason for keeping it secret? If she found out later that I knew before she told me, it might appear that I was being dishonest. I decided to tell her, just not how I would do it.

“Pretty much the norm for me. I can’t speak for Sox,” I laughed.

She was looking particularly attractive today, or maybe it was just my imagination. Her eyes were bright, and spending a lot of time on me. Mine were busy trying not to get caught checking her out again. Since it was a very warm day, her running gear was at a minimum; skin-tight lycra shorts, to mid-thigh, and a cropped top that bared her midsection. Both were a sunny yellow colour, which meant I could see through to her bra, especially where she had sweat heavily, which was pretty much everywhere. That midsection was very impressive, impossibly tight and narrow, with a soft six-pack of abs showing through.

“So,” I continued, pushing on, “just what kind of guy is Braxton Barnes?” I didn’t really care, but it told her I knew her identity without actually saying it.

She paused, and shook her head.

“He’s a misogynistic asshole as soon as the camera stops, and I can’t stand him. Damn! How long have you known?” she asked.

“Just a couple of days,” I explained. “Actually, it’s my Mom’s fault. She was watching the news, and I recognized your voice. Why were you hiding?”

“You’d be surprised how many guys want to put me down as a notch on their bedpost. It’s brutal. I thought you might be different, and as long as you didn’t already know, I could trust your motives. I was hoping we could get to know each other,” she said, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

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I first noticed him at the opening game of the high school basketball season. I had heard the team was going to be good this year, and wanted to see the top senior scorer. He wasn’t the one, however, that caught my eye almost immediately. It was the other senior. The shorter, more rugged guard, who was quick and handled the ball with skill. I wondered who he was, so I casually asked a parent sitting next to me in the bleachers. They told me his name and gave me a little background information.

I was mesmerized by his mature physique and just loved his brown hair, broad shoulders and muscular arms. Most of the boys on the team had crew cuts, and were almost too skinny, but not this one. He had a thick head of hair that I instantly thought would be nice to run my fingers through and a young body to die for.

As the team played during the winter season, I watched them all, but secretly lusted after the guard. I couldn’t help it. It was like there was some magnet pulling me towards him. It was similar with a few other mothers that I sat with. We would cheer for him more than the others and comment on his moves and style. It was our little secret. The season eventually ended and so did my opportunity to watch him. I missed it but fortunately, I found out from the printed basketball program that he also played baseball. I eagerly awaited baseball season.

As the months warmed, baseball season approached. With anticipation, I downloaded a schedule from the school’s website and decided to attend some of the games.

The first game was on an unusually warm Saturday afternoon. I drove to the home ball field, parked my car, and walked to the field. The local high school team was on the diamond and in the outfield warming up. I found a spot near the fence close to third base and just watched. It was nice to be outside now that the snow had melted and the sun was warm on my face and shoulders. Watching boys play ball always made me feel happy too. I loved their determination and competitiveness, and some of them were easy on the eyes. Being the cougar that I am, I seem to get a secret satisfaction just watching.

My team took its place on the field for the first inning and that’s when I noticed him; there he was on third base. I had no idea he would be so close to me. What a treat! I stared at him from behind my sunglasses. I felt a rush of exhilaration pour through me. It was so silly, I thought. He had just turned 18, and wow, what a body and handsome face.

Occasionally he would smile at something that one of his teammates would say. He had a great smile. Impure thoughts were rushing through my head as I gazed at him in that baseball uniform. I thought to myself, “If he only knew how much this mom was lusting after him… and the things I would do to him.”

The game started and he played his best – catching balls, throwing to first, tagging runners at third. He was also one of their star hitters. I had no idea. That made him even more appealing to me. As an amateur photographer, I had brought my camera with me to try to get some photos of the game, and of him, secretly. I was trying to get some good action shots of the players sliding into base as they kick up the dirt, or looking towards the sky with their glove extended to catch a fly ball. I secretly would take a few photos of him as he waited, ready for the ball to come to him. I just couldn’t get enough.

The home team won, and the guys were so excited. This was only the first game of the season but they were off to a good start. I had taken some great action shots of the players and was eager to go home and edit them on my computer. Later that evening, I did just that. I selected the best photos from the bunch, straightened, cropped, and uploaded them to a photo site on the Internet.

Then I thought, “How can I let him know that I have these?” I wondered if I could email him. I had found his profile on Facebook, and although because of discretion I would never ask him to be my Facebook friend, I could email him the link to the photos. I hesitated and I didn’t know what to do. What if he was annoyed and thought I was just a crazy stalker woman? But then, what if he thought I was sexy and hot. I so wanted to be his secret MILF and have him pleasure himself to the idea of me.

I decided to take a risk. I nervously worded an email so there were no underlying sexual comments. I didn’t know if his parents saw his emails, and I didn’t need to get a reputation in the community as being a cougar after high school boys. I was married and had a young son of my own. I complimented him on a great game and asked him to share the photos with his team mates. I didn’t really care if he did that, but that way it wasn’t focused on him, even though that was my true intention. I then hit the SEND button. What’s Ankara travesti done was done. How many other mothers email the players? Probably not many.

The next morning I checked my email and my heart skipped a beat when I received a reply from him. He thanked me for the photos, plain and simple. Even though it was nothing more than that, I was thrilled and thought “now I am on his radar.” If he just notices me, maybe he will lust after me secretly like I do him.

That was all I could ask for. It was exciting to think about. But I was thinking about other things, about how I would love to somehow seduce him and feel my hands on his smooth, hairless, muscular chest. How I would be able to please him more than any teenaged girlfriend that he had had. My mind fantasized about all kinds of things, but mostly just a tender yet passionate encounter that would leave him wanting more.

The team played another game the next Saturday afternoon. I watched as they all played well, but couldn’t help watch “my boy” on third. He was having a difficult day, however. Several balls went through his legs and he looked like he wanted to beat himself up over it. He was hard on himself. I felt bad for him. A few times, I thought that I saw him glance my way, but I wasn’t sure. What if my presence was distracting to him? Albeit manipulative, I liked to imagine it was true.

I was there with camera in hand, taking photos of batters and runners, pitches and catches. I think I had a smile on my face the entire time. I also had a tight-fitting jersey and black jeans, just to stand out a little more. I had to be careful not to stand out to the parents, however, just to the the testosterone-filled boys on the bench or in the outfield. How they focused on the game and not lust after hot girls or women in the stands was beyond me. I am guessing that males can compartmentalize that way when they are in the ‘zone’ of playing sports.

After the game, I went home and selected the best photos from the game and uploaded them to my website again. This time I didn’t email him. I didn’t want to appear to be a pest, but much to my surprise, I received an email from him the next day.

“Hi, did you happen to get any photos from the recent game? I saw you there with your camera. We appreciate your sharing your photos with us.” WOW! He saw me. My dream come true. I was ecstatic. But it was so silly. He was a kid. I didn’t care, it made me feel good. It was an adrenaline rush and thrill I hadn’t gotten in a while. I replied to his email with a link to the new photos. Shortly after that, I received another email from him saying “Great shots. I will share them with the guys. I hope you come to the next game.” Wow… I was floored. I wondered if that meant anything. I wanted it to.

The next day I went out for my regular two mile walk around the neighborhood. As I was listening to fast, alternative rock music on my iPod and walking to the beat, I saw a bicyclist coming towards me. I thought nothing of it, and looked back down at the sidewalk as I walked. Then as the bicyclist approached, I noticed he looked familiar. It was him. Oh my, I didn’t know what to do. I felt my heart race even more. I figured I would just say hi as he drove by, but to my surprise, he didn’t go by. He slowed down and stopped when he reached me. I took my earbuds out of my ears and looked up with a smile.

“Hey,” I said with a smile.

“Hi, you’re Rachel, the one who’s sent me photos, right?” he said.

“Yes I am.” I replied.

“I wanted to thank you so much. We really love seeing those action shots,” he mentioned. “You’re a good photographer.”

“You’re welcome. I like to try to get good shots. You know I have lots more that I didn’t send to you. If you ever wanted to stop by to check them out, feel free.”

“I’d like that,” he said. “Um… When would be a good time?”

“How about Wednesday morning, before I have to go to work? Are you around that early?”

“Yeah, since school is out, my mornings are free. I’ll swing by then.” he said. “Nice to finally meet you.” and he smiled, and rode off on his bike. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think he would be so willing to come over. He was incredibly more hot close up and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. I had to plan it out perfectly. After meeting him, however, I felt my knees were weak. I had a rush of adrenaline. It was difficult not looking him in the eyes and saying “I WANT YOU!”

Wednesday morning I woke up after my husband went to work. My 6th grade son slept over a friend’s house, so I was all alone. I showered and made myself look irresistible, making sure I wore clothing that accentuated my toned figure. Around 8:30am there was a knock at the door. I took one last glance at myself in the mirror Konya travesti to check my hair, and my curves, and then ran to the door. There he stood, in a baseball cap, t-shirt and shorts. He looked delicious. His athletic build was such a turn on for me. And his arms…. it was obvious that he worked out. I invited him in.

He stepped inside and asked how I was. He made some comment about the weather and then said that he appreciated my offer to show him the other photos. Our eyes locked and I think it was that moment that we both knew what we wanted.

“You didn’t invite me over to see the photos, did you?” he asked.

“Not exactly” I answered.

“Well, after that first time you sent me the email, I thought ‘WOW. She’s a total MILF.’ ”

I laughed “You think so?”

“Oh man, you have no idea. My buddies and I were talking about you in the locker room that day. They were saying how lucky I was that you decided to email me. Why did you?”

The truth was going to come out. “Because I have been watching you play basketball and baseball and I find you extremely hot… and… I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Wow… I don’t know what to say,” he said, surprised.

Just then, I shut the front door behind him and walking forward, causing him to move back towards the door. I pressed my body up against his 5’11” frame and rested my hands on his muscular chest. We looked at each other and knew what was next. He leaned forward and our lips touched gently, then it was like a rush of adrenaline hit. The kiss was hard and passionate, our tongues dancing around each other.

Putting his hand behind my neck, he kissed surprisingly well… better than my husband. Being with someone this young was igniting things in me that I hadn’t felt before. I felt like a teacher, like a teenager, like a naughty mother. Here I was touching and relishing in this young object of my desire. My only fear was that he would tell his friends and it would get back to his mother. I hoped not. His hands moved to my large breasts and his big, eager fingers cupped them, squeezing them through my sweater. I ran my hands down his chest to his hips and pulled my pelvis tight against his. I could feel his hard cock was filling his jeans. I took my left hand and reached between our bodies to feel his hardness through his pants. He let out a deep sigh and his breathing became heavier. “What have we here?” I joked. He smiled, but I think he was in shock. Here he was with the MILF that he only fantasized about from afar.

I moved my hands to his waistband, unbuttoned his shorts and lowered the zipper. Reaching beneath his boxers I felt his hot, confined penis, just yearning to be released. I pulled it out and held it with both hands, admiring its perfect form. For a boy of 18 he had the cock the size of a man.

I got to my knees and couldn’t help but touch the head of his cock to my soft cheek. I closed my eyes and guided his velvety head all over my face: my cheeks, my nose, my forehead and lips. I teased the tip with my tongue, causing him to gasp for a breath. His hands moved to my head and he gently but with a little pressure held my head in place so I could worship his cock.

I couldn’t wait any longer so I wrapped my lips around his blood-filled head and slid his cock into my wet, warm mouth. Running my tongue and saliva around the shaft and then pulling him out so I was just licking the tip again. Deeply in and out of my mouth I guided his cock. Glancing up at him I saw him watching me as I performed my craft.

“Wow… you’re amazing,” he said in an airy, deep breath.

At that point I took his throbbing cock out of my mouth and moved beneath to lick his smooth, shaven balls. While holding his shaft, I lightly put one in my mouth and tongued it with a little pressure. I could tell he probably hadn’t had that done before, at least not from an older woman. He was getting weak in the knees. I stood up and took his hand, leading him over to the couch. Looking into his eyes, I gently pushed him back so he was sitting. I reached to the bottom of his shirt, and knowing what I wanted, he lifted his arms so I could pull it over his head.

His arms were amazing. He obviously worked out in the gym, and playing baseball and basketball helped. I glided my hands down his shoulders to his biceps, and then gently brushed my fingers over his chest. His skin was so smooth with just a little hair on his chest. I leaned forward, lowering my head to his chest. My tongue found his nipple and I traced it with my tongue. He moaned and said “Fuck… ” then let out a sigh. I bend down even further and guided my tongue from his belly button, up his cut abs back to his chest. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

I thought he might like to see İzmir travesti a little strip tease so I stared seductively into his eyes and began unbuttoning my sweater. His grin grew, a sly devilish grin kind of off to one side, as he watched me remove my tight blue sweater, revealing only a lace bra beneath it. Then I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and curvaceously wriggled out of them, letting them drop to the floor. Standing in my bra and panties, I put one leg over him to straddle him.

“Oh God. I wanna fuck you so badly.” he whispered. He placed his hands on my firm ass and putting his thumb beneath the waistband, pulled my panties down past my hips. I maneuvered so they were completely off, revealing my thin trimmed strip of hair on my mound between my legs. He reached forward to touch me, and I let him. I wanted him to taste me. Moving up towards his face, I pushed my pussy to his mouth and said “Taste me.” Without further hesitation, he extended his tongue and grazed my lips.

I felt electricity shoot through my limbs. He then surprised me and with manly strength, put his hands on my waist. Before I knew it, we had switched positions and I was on my back. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and I spread my healthy thighs to welcome his face into my awaiting pussy. I was so wet, I could feel it, and smell it. I hadn’t been this turned on in years. Putting each of his hands on my inner thighs, he leaned into my heated mound and inhaled.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned.

He stared at me; legs open, gazing at my trimmed, mature folds. I closed my eyes and felt his breath, and then tongue on me. The pressure increased and his tongue maneuvered between my musky lips until he found my hard clit.

A jolt shot through my body, like a teenager receiving oral pleasure for the first time. He began devouring me with fervor, like he was eating his last meal, taking time to enjoy the experience but not able to get quite enough. It felt incredible…or maybe it was just the idea of who he was that was incredible.

“Can you use your fingers too?” I asked. I knew what I liked, and he took instruction well. I felt one, and then two fingers fill me as he buried his face into my wet sweetness. I felt the intensity grow and bucked my hips onto his fingers and tongue. My pussy was so tight so it was nice and full with two fingers.

“I’m going to cum on your face,” I said, breathing heavily. Just then I climaxed as his tongue didn’t quit. It was so intense I had to push his forehead away so I could catch my breath. All I could think was “Wow.” I didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. He was amazing for a boy his age.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Mrs. …..,” he said.

“So what are you waiting for,” I said with a smirk.

With that he stood up. His young cock was hard and ready for action. He leaned over me and I helped glide his cock into my tight awaiting pussy. I had to slow him down a little, he was so eager, but his cock quickly slid into me with a deep thrust. That feeling of first entry was exhilarating and I let out a huge cry.

“EASY” I said to my eager student.

“Oh sorry” he smiled.

His cock filled me perfectly as I reached up and touched his arms. The look on his face was priceless, one of ecstasy and amazement.

“This is awesome,” he said. “I used to fantasize about this when I saw you at the games.”

“Oh yeah? So did I” I breathed with a smiled.

I wrapped my legs around him as our bodies moved together, but I kept moving my pelvis in ways that made him moan louder. We fucked intensely for a while with me on the bottom and then I insisted on getting on top so I could ride him. My large breasts fell on his chest and face. I let him play with them as he wished, touching them and sucking on my erect nipples. He was in heaven. So was I. I finally had my third baseman.

He then grabbed my ass, sat up and lifted me as he stood. He was so strong for his age. He moved me to the wall and slammed me against it. It didn’t really hurt because I was so horny and just wanted to fuck him in all directions and positions. We kissed deeply and he held me up on his cock and pinned me against the wall.

“I’m about to cum,” he said.

“Let me swallow you,” I demanded. He eyes widened and he let out a little laugh. He was blown away.

“You are fucking amazing,” he laughed.

He set me down, away from his toned body and I got in front of him on my knees. He placed his hands on my messed up hair as I wrapped my lips around his perfectly stiff cock.

I worked my magic tongue on him and it didn’t take long for me to feel his pulsing release of hot cum into my mouth. He moaned loudly, enjoying every spasm and then relaxed as I continued to lightly suck and milk his hardness, which didn’t seem to subside for a long time. I swallowed every drop of him. He was in awe.

Within a few moments he was ready to go again, as was I. Needless to say, I was late for work. Since that day, he makes weekly visits to my house and he’ll be my boy toy for as long as he’ll have me.

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I awaken before you and manage to slip from under your strong arms. I decide to start our bath. The bathroom has a wonderfully large Jacuzzi tub just waiting to be filled. I pull out some of the oils I brought with me and decide which one to use. Knowing that you are ALL man and that you would like whichever I decided to use, I chose the Lavender & Vanilla. As the tub was filling I heard you stir a bit. I went to the door and stood there for a minute, taking in your handsomeness and the reality that we just spent the first of what I hope turns into many rendezvous.

As I stand there taking you in I begin to feel a tingle in my love box. The wetness is almost instant because the thought of having you in me again just drives me crazy. I walk over to the bed, you are still asleep. I slowly start kissing and teasingly licking your nipples. You moan. I then work my way down slowly, one inch at a time. As I reach your belly button you stir a bit more. I notice that even in your state of grogginess your magnificent cock is getting hard. I then take my tongue and run it around the tip, tasting all the previous adventures.

OOOOOH what a wonderful thought it was to reflect on. I Ankara travesti then take your entire love sword into my mouth and suck you to life. Almost instantly you awoke. “OH baby!!” you moan. What a way to wake up. Since you are now fully awake I get up and saunter over to the door. I turn and give you that ‘Come hither and play’ look. I don’t think I have blink and you are at my side. The tub is about full and is ready for us to jump in.

Taking a deep breath you notice that the air is filled with a wonderful smell. “Lavender & Vanilla” I hope you don’t mind I say. You just give me ‘That’ smile.

“Ladies first” you say.

I slowly lower into the tub, “I guess I made it a bit hot”. No doubt that we will be hotter than our water in no time I think to myself. You follow behind me agreeing that the water is a bit hot but our bodies quickly adjust to the heat.

When you got into the tub you slipped in behind me and wrapped your arms around me and held me so tight. I turned to look into your eyes and our lips met so madly. Tongues tangling and dancing, your kisses are breath taking. I reach down into the water and grab you. Taking your cock Konya travesti into my hand I begin to stroke it with long deliberate strokes. You are so hard at this point.

I move around and straddle you so we can be close. As I do your cock almost drives into my waiting kitten. I reach down and guide you in because I want you in me as much as possible. As you drive deep I use my muscle control and grip your cock, which makes you moan loudly.

Almost as soon as you penetrate me you pull out and motion me to sit on the edge of the tub. As I do this you spread my legs and dive into my aching pussy with your tongue. Darting around like a heat-seeking missile you find my swollen clit. “OOOOHHHH MYYYY!” Almost instantly I begin cumming.

You are relentless and don’t stop. My body is trembling from the waves of pleasure you are providing me. You seem to know exactly where it is that makes me scream because I cannot seem to hold back the cries of ecstasy as I explode into your waiting mouth. “I have to have you now” I beg. “Please baby, give it to me in anyway you can think.”

Our lips meet and I can taste my juices on you. This drives me a bit İzmir travesti crazy and gets me so hot. You pull me back into the water and almost instantly onto your fully erect cock. OH my goodness it feels so incredibly good. I don’t ever want the feeling to go away. As you continue to impale me with your sword I ask that you let me know when you are about to unload because I want to cum with you. I am so close that I could at anytime. You sense this and decide to torture me a bit longer.

As our moans continue to fill the air I hear you whisper that you are about to cum. That is all I need to get myself over the edge. Just as you are releasing your hot juices into my pussy every muscle in my box spasms and milks every last drop out of you. As we gaze at each other our lips meet and once again seem to dance. Your kisses are everything I have ever imagined that they would be.

We continue to kiss and hold each other for a while. After taking turns washing one another we decide that it is time, since we are starting to look like grapes, to get out and think about some nourishment. We take turns drying the others body and fighting the urge to jump into bed and eventually manage to throw some fabric on our bodies. As you step out on to the deck to light the grill I can’t help but think back on the last 12 hours. Suddenly a feeling of complete satisfaction comes over me and a tear makes its way down my cheek. Not of sadness, but utter contentment.

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My name is Brian and I had just turned eighteen and had graduated from high school. I thought I would just take it easy the summer before I went off to college. My parents had other ideas.

“The neighbors need someone to mow their lawns,” my dad told me. “Nancy Johnson told me she could use someone to help out,” Dad had said.

Nancy Johnson was a divorced woman who lived up the block from us. My dad told me I should take our mower up to her place and get started. I pushed the mower up the street and began to mow her yard that Saturday morning. After a few minutes Nancy walked out of the house. She had long dark hair, and a killer body for someone in her 40’s. She waved to me and then laid down on a lawn chair.

I was watching her every move as I pushed the mower around. Nancy’s property had a fence around it, which gave her some privacy. No sooner had she laid down she unfastened her bikini top. She was going to tan her breasts. Nancy had huge tits and they were topped by large nipples. I guess she thought I couldn’t see her from where I was mowing, but I could. My cock was stirring in my shorts. I took every opportunity to watch her lying there. After maybe 45 minutes she put her top back on and went into the house. I finished up and then knocked on the door.

Nancy had invited me in and went to get my payment. When she came back she had changed her clothes. Instead of the bikini she had a bathrobe on.

“Would you like something to drink, Brian?” She asked me.

I told her yes, but she went and got two glasses of wine. We both sipped our drinks. I couldn’t take my eyes from Nancy, however. I could see her cleavage from the loose fitting bathrobe. I just lost it then. I put my glass down and stepped towards her. I reached a hand into her robe and found a breast.

“No Brian, please!” Nancy said.

She Ankara travesti didn’t pull back and I kept massaging her big tit. My cock was raging to get out of my shorts. I undid the belt and removed her robe. Her tits were enormous and the nipples were hard. I lowered my mouth and started to suck on one. Nancy didn’t push me away. She started to moan and whimper.

“Oh my God!” She said to me.

I pulled one hand away and undid my shorts. My cock sprung out.

Nancy looked down.

Jesus, Brian!”

I have a rather long cock and it is pretty thick. I don’t recall my dick being this hard ever before. We were close to the kitchen table and I pushed her towards it. She lowered her back down and was lying there. I spread her legs wide. I couldn’t believe my luck. I had an older woman practically wanting my cock in her. I was going to go through with it. I took my cock in hand and guided it to her pussy. She was sopping wet already. I pushed the head in place and then sunk into her quim.

“Oh fuck!” Nancy cried out to me.

I slid all the way into her. My pubic mound was touching hers. I lifted her legs up and I started to feed her. For an older woman she was surprisingly tight. I pushed in and out of her tunnel. I was sort of out of control, slamming my pecker as deep as it would go. Nancy was panting like a dog in heat. I just took her and fucked her like a wild animal would. There had been no build up.

I drove deep into her and then I pulled out. Over and over, she worked her pussy muscles around me. She tugged and held me for dear life. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out long. Nancy beat me to the punch. She began to orgasm and she sprayed me with her wet juices. I had heard about women who squirted but I had never experienced such a thing. It was like she was peeing Konya travesti all over me. Wet cum was splashing onto my chest, but I never stopped.

I pounded her for a few more minutes and then I unloaded. I grunted and then felt my seed shooting deep into her belly. I think this drove Nancy over the edge. We were both cumming uncontrollably now. Nancy’s body was shaking, but I kept thrusting into her. We must have kept fucking for a long time still, until my cock got soft. I finally pulled out of her.

Nancy laid on the table like a wet dish cloth. She looked spent. I gathered up my clothes and put them back on. I just left her there on the table all fucked out. I wasn’t sure why I did that exactly. I just knew she would want me again and she did. She called over to my parents place the next day. She told my mom she had more work for me. I walked over to her house and Nancy was waiting for me at the door.

She pulled me inside and started kissing my mouth. She didn’t give me a minute to even say hello.

“Why did you leave me like that Brian?” She asked.

“I knew you would be back for more,” I said.

I could barely believe I had said such a thing to this woman, but it was true. She did want more of me. She stripped my clothes from my body and then got down on her knees. Nancy took my cock in her hands and guided it to lips.

“I need to taste you Brian,” She told me.

That was the first time anyone had ever deep throated my cock. She took me down all the way to the root. Nancy’s mouth made these slurping noises as she gave me a long blow job. I did manage to hold out longer this time, but eventually I flooded her throat with my love cum. Nancy drank every drop of me. Thank God I am young and able to recover quickly. Nancy led me to her bedroom for the first time. She had me lie İzmir travesti on my back and then she mounted me.

She positioned her pussy right above my shaft and then she sunk down on me. Nancy’s big titties were bouncing off her chest. I reach up and cupped each one of them and squeezed them. I thought she would cum right there when I did that. Nancy was bouncing up and down my stiff prick. She was using her muscles to milk my long cock. We fucked for a long time that way. I soon released her tits and took her ass cheeks in my hands. I was pulling them apart as she rode me.

I lifted my ass up and met her as we thrust together. I still can’t believe my luck in being able to make love to this sex machine of a woman. Nancy told me she loved it when I flooded her with my seed. She just loved cum, she said. I lost control when she told me that and I fired one load after another into her pussy. Nancy told me later she lost count of how many times I made her cum. She did manage to squirt on me again that day.

That summer was the best I can remember. During the week I mowed all the neighbors yards. In the evening I told my parents I was going out for a jog. I ran directly over to Nancy’s house to fuck her. My Saturdays and Sundays were reserved for her alone.

The summer’s end came up too fast. Nancy practically begged me not to go to college. There was no backing out, however. Our last night together I fucked Nancy every way possible. She sucked me first then I ploughed her pussy and then her ass. I told her she was my sex slut and no one else could have her while I was away. She agreed to my every demand.

At school I didn’t bother myself with the women there. My male friends wondered if something was wrong with me. I told them I had a girlfriend waiting back home for me. This always got a laugh. If they only knew. I manage to get home every few weeks. Nancy is so eager to fuck, I practically have to fight her off. She tells me she is half insane being without my cock. I tell her to be patient and then I spend the rest of my weekend fucking the hell out of my older girlfriend.

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Rules are to be broken, rules are to be abridged, rules are to be changed; but for Heather, there were no rules.

My spring semester had finally come to a conclusion, and the process of totaling up points, sorting grades, and amassing papers was heavy on my shoulders in the final days. My desk was a rubbish heap, knee deep in graded and un-graded research papers.

She quietly tapped on my open door. “Dr. Browne.”

My concentration broke; I looked up at the young woman standing in my doorway. “Yes.”

“Dr. Browne, I’m Heather from your ten o’clock class.” She stepped into the office and put her books on a side chair.

“Oh, yes, Heather, sorry my eyes are blurry from looking at this computer screen.” Cute girl, wonder why I haven’t noticed her before. “Let’s see, you sit on the left side near the back.”

She nodded. “Near the window so I can get some air.”

“Yeah, it gets a little stuffy in there alright, and not all if from my lectures.” I chuckled but noted that the young coed had a serious look.

Heather put her hand on my desk. “I’m real concerned about my grade this semester.” A long lock of her hair fell across her face.

I motioned for her to sit. “Have you been following your scores?”

She pushed the lock of her long brown hair back. “Yes sir, I haven’t seen my final research paper grade as yet. I’m hoping it will pull up my average.”

“Let me check the grade book.” Our grade accounting Ankara travesti was kept in an electronic file, so I spun my chair around to the computer. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. All of her mediocre grades were recorded except the research paper. “Okay Heather,” I said, spinning my chair back around. “Everything is in except the final paper; I think I have it on the desk here. However, you’re barely holding on so I hope the research paper is well done.”

She leaned toward the desk. “Can we look at it? I mean, would you mind?”

Shit, she’s braless. “Let me see if I can find it.” I quickly found her paper in the un-graded stack and pulled it to my desk top. “Here it is.”

Heather stood and leaned over the desk.

Damn, I’m getting hard and probably wet. Her pouting breasts were clearly displayed down her drooping blouse. I stayed in my chair and slid my lap under the desk.

“Dr. Browne, do you see anything that jumps off the page?”

If she only knew, I’d like to jump on the table and fuck her royally. “Heather let’s go though this together.” It was easy to pick up her first run-on sentence. I circled the problem with a red pen, then made a few additional marks down the paper.

Heather placed her hand on top of mine and cooed. “I really need this grade; I’ll do anything to pass the class.”

I straightened up in my chair. “Well, this paper needs Konya travesti some editing. Why don’t you take it to the Library and proof it, make some corrections, and then bring it back this afternoon. I probably won’t grade your class until this evening.”

She licked her finger and picked up the paper; however, as she turned the second page floated to the floor. Heather made a point of pausing long enough for me to watch as she retrieved the errant research paper and put it into her book bag. I had no doubt what she wanted me to see.

“Absolutely, anything,” she said, and disappeared out the door.

When my heart stopped racing I looked down at the large wet spot in my tan trousers. “Shit.” I pulled several tissues out of my desk box and stuck them in my pants.

I spent the afternoon fighting through mounds of paper and was about to run over to a nearby gas station for a microwave sandwich, when Heather again appeared in my doorway. Most of the faculty had left for the day, and only a handful of offices were occupied in my building.

“I ran into some problems, I thought maybe you could fix.” Heather handed her paper across the desk. My marks were still on the front page. I noted she had tied her hair back with a bow.

“What kind of help can I give you?”

Heather crossed the invisible barrier separating my side of the desk from a visitor. “I don’t understand exactly what you want.”

I leaned over the İzmir travesti desk with her on my shoulder. “Look Heather, there are several grammar issues, even before we get to your citations.” Damn, she’s stroking my beard. The bulge in my pants had reoccurred and was bursting against the zipper, both trying to escape.

“Can you show me what to do?” She whispered.

I thought I would be cute. “Sure, but it will cost you a hug and kiss.” Fraternization with students was a strict violation of the ethics code, but young girls often gave a quick hug and cheek kiss to professors at the end of the semester.

Heather put her hands on my cheeks and pressed her mouth on my lips placing her tongue deep in my mouth with a warm French kiss. Then she put her arms around my shoulder and her face next to mine. Her gaping blouse had another button open and her small breast was resting against my arm. “You’re tense,” she whispered.

That isn’t the half of it. “Heather, there are people in the building.”

“I know, Math people, all upstairs.” She unbuttoned another button on her blouse and slid down to her knees. Slowly, she brought my left hand down to her breast; then she unzipped my pants and pulled out my raging cock. “Ooh, this is nice.”

I was never impressed with my own masculinity, totally low average in the locker room. “Heather,” I softly protested, but it was too late, she had already taken it into her mouth and was beginning an even stroke. Within minutes I exploded into her mouth and she continued to lick the head. “Jeeze girl.”

“Like I said, anything to pass.”

“Shit, what would you do for an ‘A’?”

Heather smiled and wiped her mouth with a tissue. “I’ll be back in hour.”

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