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Bud was my best friend, he and I did everything together.
The night before we had gone out to a party and gotten half
drunk, now I was sleeping it off and he had gone to work, letting
me sleep where I had passed out, on his couch.
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I was first aware of a hand stroking my head, which was
unusual, since my mother never went in for that type of closeness
and I shared a bedroom with my brother. If I opened my eyes and
saw my brother, he was getting a jack-slap. I opened my eyes and
found myself on the Miller’s couch with Mrs. Miller sitting on
the front of the couch. I couldn’t believe that I was being
petted by Bud’s mother. He had no father, at least none that Bud
could remember. He had only his brother and mother in the house.
Which made me wonder why Mrs. Miller was petting my head in such
an affectionate way, and where Larry, her youngest son was.
“You missed school today,” she whispered with those sweet red
lips of hers. I suddenly felt naked, even though I was fully
dressed. Her eye were traveling over my body as if I had nothing
on.
“Bud must have let me sleep,” I said lamely.
“Uh huh,” she nodded with a sweet smile, “and Larry got on
the bus a few minutes ago. Don’t worry, I’ll write you a
note.”
I was suddenly aware of two things, Mrs. Miller smelled real
good, especially since my head was laying just two feet from her
ass, and she was breathing. The breathing part was significant
because each time she took a breath her huge firm breasts would
move and wiggle. I felt my fascinated gaze going back to her
tits time after time, even though I tried looking her in the
face. With a snap which I call a reality shift, I suddenly
realized that this was not just Bud’s mother, she was also a very
hot, sexy, beautiful woman and she was petting my head. I don’t
know how it happened, I certainly wasn’t brave enough to do it
myself, but my hand lifted with a will of it’s own and gently
laid on her right leg. She was wearing one of those silky robes
she liked and it felt good under my hand. I moved my hand
gently, feeling her warm thigh through the material of her robe,
while her warm hand continued to stroke my head. I looked up to
see her eyes closed, so I felt it safe to stare at her
mysterious, absolutely perfect breasts. Those wonderful breast
had nourished two sons and now I was wishing that I had been one
of them.
“Your breasts,” I heard myself whisper in the quiet of the
room. There were few sounds other than the ticking of the clock,
the whir of her noisy refrigerator, and an occasional car passing
on the street. Then she began breathing again and looked down at
me.
“What about them?”
“Can I… can I touch them?”
“Yes,” she said, pulling open the top of her robe and pulling
down her bra. My eyes opened in wonder when I saw her bare
breasts for the first time. They seemed to move with a life of
their own as she leaned down until one was an inch from my mouth.
With an eager gasp I raised both hands and softly massaged the
huge breast, then I leaned forward and took the nipple in my
mouth. I heard her gasp as I began sucking while continuing to
massage it gently in both hands.
“Oh yes, suck me,” she whispered with her beautiful eyes
closed above me. She was leaning against the back of the couch
with a hand over my head for support. Looking up at her huge
soft breasts, and the creamy white skin under her neck was the
biggest thrill of my life. Here was a real, mature woman, not a
girl like Sharon, my girlfriend. Sharon was a lovable tomboy who
attached herself to me for some reason, and I joyously accepted
her. Sharon and I shared so much I would probably tell her about
this newest adventure and hope she understood. Knowing Sharon,
she would get excited and demand sex.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered with my lips still
touching her nipple.
“Thank you,” she said without looking down. “Do the other
one,” she added, holding out her left breast. I switched my
hands to the new breast and drew it down to my eager mouth. My
lips sucked greedily as if she could still feed me milk. My
tongue battered her nipple, causing her to moan and sink even
closer to me, covering my nose with her firm globe of flesh and
nearly suffocating me. I could think of worse ways to die, but I
moved my nose to the left so I could breath. I was being
engulfed in soft, firm tit flesh. It was absolute heaven, what
every teen dreams of and the best part was, I had found heaven
less than twenty feet from my own front door. Mrs. Miller was
one of our neighbors, her house was directly across the street
from ours. My hope was that since I lived so close, this would
happen again. I could see myself living with my parents until I
was at least 40, just to be close to Mrs. Miller.
I used one hand to stroke each tits while I moved my mouth
around and licked her full firm globe. I found the area beneath
her breast slightly salty from sweat and I eagerly licked it
clean, then moved on to the other areas I could reach.
She suddenly pulled away. I was afraid that I had done
something wrong. I hadn’t, she was taking off her robe. I saw
the reddish brown pubic hair and stared at it in fascination. It
almost formed a heart shape above her pussy. The pouting lips
were bare beneath it. I reached out to touch them, but she
quickly moved away. She was now pawing at my belt and jeans.
“Do you have to pee?” she asked, pausing to look down at
me.
“Yes,” I said, amazed that she had known this. Of course I
had just woken up, everybody needed to pee when they first awoke,
but I didn’t think of this, I simply believed that Mrs. Miller
somehow had psychic powers.
“Hurry,” she said, covering her crotch as my fascinated gaze
went to her pouting lips.
“You are so beautiful,” I said again and ran for the
bathroom.
“Hurry, Michael, don’t make me wait. I have waited for much
too long.”
“Ok,” I said, running back into the room.
“Do you eat pussy?” she asked with a pleading look. Her
hands were once again pawing at my belt. I raised up and helped
her undress me.
“I… I don’t know,” I said honestly.
“I understand. Ok, let’s find out, shall we?”
“I don’t think I know how,” I said in embarassment.
“In that case I will lay back and let you concentrate on me,
while I help you do it right,” she said, pushing me off he couch
and laying where I had slept only moments before. She had the
decency to not notice or mention the way my breath came out in
harsh gasps, or the way my entire body was shaking. I was awed,
fascinated, and mortally terrified, but nothing would keep me
from doing whatever Mrs. Miller told me to do, not fire, and
earthquake, or police at the door. I was going to taste her in
just a few minutes.
“You are so young and fresh,” she said, sadly shaking her
head.
“What did you mean about it being too long?” I asked to cover
my shame and confusion.
“My husband left me fifteen years ago. I’ve only had sex a
dozen times since then.”
“Fifteen years?” I said in awe, “but I’m only 18 years old,
that’s almost as old as me,” I said in horror.
“And thank you for reminding me,” she said, making a face as
she found a comfortable position. I watched her move, especially
those perfect breasts of hers. When she was seated properly she
threw her left leg wide and I had my first good look at her
crotch. It was so perfect.
“Beautiful,” I breathed, not sure of what I should do
next.
“Move closer,” she said softly. I noticed that the hand she
waved was also shaking, so I didn’t feel quite for bad about my
nervousness.
“Closer,” she waved again as I sank to my knees and paused,
looking up at her beautiful body. I moved closer and put my
hands on her widely spread thighs. They were so hot and so soft.
I moved my hands over her soft skin and smiled. Then I suddenly
smelled a familiar scent. The smell of an excited pussy. I had
never eaten Sharon’s pussy, I had simply played with it until it
got juicy, then fucked her. But I had tasted my fingers, so I
knew what a pussy tasted like. The truth was, Sharon was never
quite sure when her period would start, so I never trusted
Sharon’s pussy enough to eat it. Mrs. Miller was different. She
was old, so she would know when her periods started.
I still marveled at the softness of her inner thighs.
Without thinking, or asking permission, I leaned down and kissed
her left inner thigh. She sighed and shivered. I looked up in
surprise, not realizing that I could make an adult feel so good
by doing something so simple. Heartened by the look on her face,
I leaned down and gently kissed the opposite thigh. Then I
realized that the taste of her skin in my mouth was sweet and
delicious. I kissed and licked her inner thighs for several
minutes until I found myself confronted by the object of my
desires. Here in front of me was the most perfect looking pussy
I had ever seen.
“kiss it,” Mrs. Miller said softly. She had mistaken my
pause as nervousness.
“It’s so beautiful,” I said to clarify my pause.
“I know,” she said with a gentle smile, “taste it.”
“I didn’t have to be told again, I leaned closer and sniffed.
It was a strong intoxicating smell, the aroma of a mature woman.
I extended my tongue and tentatively licked her pussy. She
moaned and squirmed on the couch, raising her ass slightly so I
could slide my hand underneath. With the firm globe of her left
buttock in my grasping hand, I pressed my lips against the hot
lips of her pussy, and plunged my tongue up inside her. She
gasped and came up off the couch. One hand went to the back of
my head and pressed my face firmly between her legs. I used my
left fingers to open her pussy and my fascinated glance went to
the top of her pussy as my tongue lapped at the bottom. I
thought I saw a little hole at the top of her pussy, which might
be a pee hole. I raised my mouth and began tounging and sucking
the top of her v. She cried out and squirmed against my face. I
lapped madly, making my tongue go as fast as it could inside her
wet snatch. She occasionally raised up so my tongue came into
contact with her hard little clit. After a few times I realized
that this was where she wanted to be licked. I slipped my mouth
lower and sucked on the little pile of flesh, while my tongue
battered it repeatedly. She seemed to go crazy. She gave a
little scream and used both hands to pull my face into her pussy,
while her body seemed to climb the back of the couch with little
jabs of her elbows. I heard louder panting sighs, but was too
young to realize that she was getting her orgasm, until with one
final scream she mashed my face into her humping pussy so I
couldn’t move or breath. With eyes wide in fright I looked up at
her pleasure-tormented face and watched as it finally relaxed and
she let go of the back of my head. With a gasp I took a deep
breath, then lay panting as she relaxed on the couch with a warm
smile on her face.
“You are quite a little lover,” she finally said with a sexy
smile.
“I’m your lover?” I asked in pride and confusion.
“Of course you are, darling. Now are your ready for the next
part?”
“Sure,” I said eagerly. I was hoping that the next part had
something to do with my throbbing penis. It was badly in need of
attention and Sharon was at school, so if Mrs. Miller didn’t take
care of it I would have too myself. I didn’t like jacking off, I
had only done it a few times and it didn’t feel right.
“Here, lay on the couch,” she said, sitting up. I hurried to
obey. I wanted to see my penis sliding into her hot wet pussy
more than anything. I bet it would feel like fucking warm
butter, not that I have ever tried it. It was something to think
about later, though.
“You are fairly young and inexperienced,” she said. I
started to object, but fell silent at her frown. Since she lived
directly across from my house she must have seen Sharon coming
and going routinely, so she must mean something else.
“Yeah,” I finally admitted.
“I’m going to suck you until you cum,” she said. I was
fascinated by the movement of her lips, trying to imagine them
wrapped around my cock. It was just too unimaginable. They were
the lips of a movie star or maybe a goddess. They didn’t belong
on my cock.
“After you cum the first time we will have some coffee and
relax, then I will get you hard again, and you will fuck me.
Otherwise you’d probably explode long before my orgasm. Do you
understand?”
“Oh yes,” I said dreamily.
“Good, now lay back and let mamma take care of this,” she
said, pushing me back. The word mamma didn’t seem to go with
sex, but the image it brought to mind made me almost explode on
the spot. I watched, mesmerized. Her lips approached my prick
and made firm contact.
“Oh god, I can’t believe this,” I moaned in wonder.
She smiled up and me and began bobbing up and down on my
cock, while her hand rested firmly at it’s base. She massaged my
pelvic area with her fingers, while they encircled my cock. I
opened my legs more so she could move closer, which she did,
putting her other hand on my right thigh and massaging it
methodically in time with the movements of her mouth.
“That is so good!” I groaned, taking in the entire wonderful
picture.
“Your juices are sweet,” she said, licking her lips then
continuing to suck. I squirmed at her words and felt a fire
building in my balls. I reached down and petted her long brown
hair lovingly, watching every movement of her warm lips and
beautiful face. In a moment my eyes widened as I felt my cum
beginning to boil.
“I’m doing it,” I warned. She smiled up at me but continued
to suck, failing to heed my warning. Didn’t she understand?
Didn’t she know that I was about to fill her mouth with cum?
“I’m cumming,” I warned, now desperate. She nodded without
taking her mouth off my penis and I suddenly realized that she
intended to drink my cum. The thought was just too much for me.
My balls clenched and I shot my first hot load into her mouth. I
watched, fascinated, as she moaned and sucked, then her mouth
stopped and her throat moved. OH GOD, SHE WAS ACTUALLY DRINKING
MY CUM!!! I couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman would
do such a disgusting thing. There was no doubt about it, her
mouth worked on my prick, her throat made swallowing movements,
then she opened her mouth and smacked her lips with a satisfied
smile. I wilted on the couch in complete satisfaction, helpless
as a babe. I couldn’t move if my life depended on it. Every
fantastic thing that had happened to me kept revolving in my
mind. It was so perfect, but how could I look at Bud again,
knowing what I had done to his mom?
“Youth tastes so good,” she said with a sly smile. She
sounded like a cannibal, but I didn’t care, I could die happy in
her mouth. “I have waited so long to do this,” she finally
admitted.
“I wish you would have done it before,” I gasped.
“Uh uh, you just turned 18 last week,” she said with a smile.
“There are rules against that. I plan on treating each boy in
the neighborhood when they turn 18, it’s my new mission.”
I felt crestfallen. I was nothing special, I was just the
newest boy to turn 18. She saw my look and smiled.
“You are the first,” she whispered near my ear. That made me
feel a little better, but knowing that my brother would be 18 in
a year and a half, I resented thinking about him sharing this
wonderful woman as I was now. It didn’t seem fair.
“Would you like to feel my warm lips on your cock again?” she
whispered, still near my ear. My hands went out and began
exploring her hanging breasts. Again I thought about how perfect
they were, probably the most beautiful things on earth.
“Yes, please,” I looked up into her beautiful green eyes.
She smiled and I suddenly realized that there were wrinkles
around her eyes. Why hadn’t I noticed that before? Probably
because I wasn’t looking her in the face most of the time.
I watched her eyes as her beautiful face moved down and
poised over my prick. It was already starting to rise, even
before she slid to the floor and opened my legs. I was
mesmerized by her sexy eyes and her movements as she continued to
lock me in her gaze while she bent and engulfed my half-rigid
member in her lips. With a startled gasp I felt fire shoot
between my legs and into my ass. My entire six inches
disappeared into her warm lips. She sucked with her eyes closed
and I grew inside her mouth, filling it until an inch no longer
fit inside. Her hand went around the base of my prick and it was
no longer cold, her hand was warm and affectionate on my member.
In a few minutes she was stroking my fully grown penis as she
sucked gently and looked up once more. With a smile she released
my prick and stood.
I called out my objections, but she turned and began sitting
in my lap. In a moment her soft, sweet ass was poised over my
prick, then she sank down on it with a gentle sigh. I was right,
it did feel like warm butter.
“Oh that’s so good,” I cried as her pussy slowly slid down to
totally engulf my rigid pole. “You are so hot inside,” I said in
surprise.
“And wet?” she asked in her sexy voice.
“Very wet. I wish I could taste you again, or stick my
tongue up your ass. It looks so good,” I said, watching her
slide forward and back on my prick.
“You have me for the entire day,” she whispered, “you can do
whatever you like. I’m sending Larry and Bud out for the night,”
she gasped as she continued to rock. My cock felt like it was a
foot long, reaching clear up inside her belly. The way she was
acting, she must have felt the same.
“Oh yes, you are so big inside me,” she sighed, rocking back
and forth. I loved this position, it was less strong than her
sliding up and down, but it felt wonderful. I watched her
enticing ass slide closer to me, then away. With an uncertain
hand I first massaged her ass then slid a finger inside the
entrance to her pussy. Once the finger was wet I slid it gently
into the entrance to her ass.
“Oh,” she cried softly, with her head half turned and
waiting. I used her own movements to propel my finger into her
ass, one slide at a time. She seemed to like this and suddenly
ground her ass against my finger, and cock, until the finger was
all the way inside. She leaned slightly forward, holding one of
my feet in her hand, and continued to grind her ass and pussy on
my cock and finger. She was going absolutely insane, and I felt
so good I thought I would die before it was over.
“Another finger!” she ordered. I pulled my index finger out
and extended my first two fingers. As I started sliding them
inside, Mrs. Miller’s ass lunged backwards to engulf them.
“More,” she moaned, “use more.”
“I extended one more finger and placed it at the entrance to
her ass, then considering it for a moment I cupped all my fingers
and started sliding them inside her. She gave a little scream as
if they hurt, but continued to ride them until the tips of all my
fingers were inside her. I suddenly wondered if I could get my
entire hand inside her ass, but before I could find out she began
gasping, and this time I knew what those gasps meant. She was
cumming.
“Oh, I’m cumming!” she cried, echoing my thoughts. “I am
cumming so fucking big,” she gasped, then let out a long, drawn-out
screech. I felt my balls beginning to boil and I suddenly
began shooting my cum into her sweet pussy. In a moment I pulled
my fingers from her ass and held her ass firmly as I pumped my
cock into her pussy and filled it with cum.
“So good,” Mrs. Miller put a hand in her pussy and brought it
up to her lips. She sucked her fingers while she rocked gently
on my deflating cock. I didn’t mind, it wasn’t enough movement
to make my sensitive member complain.
“So fucking good,” she said, taking another taste of her
pussy. “Doesn’t your friend Sharon turn 18 in a few days?” she
asked casually as she threw a leg over me in preparation for
climbing off. I kind of wished she would have stayed, I was sure
I could get hard again in a few minutes, and I liked looking at
her perfect ass.
“Yeah, about ten days… why?” I asked in alarm. The
possibilities revolved in my head then my eyes flew wide open in
amazed wonder.
“Do women do that sort of thing?” I asked in horror.
“Some do,” she said with a smile. “Now relax and I’ll get
you that coffee,” she said, pulling off my limp prick so it fell
lifeless on my stomach. I watched as her roughly used pussy
passed near my face, still looking absolutely fresh and
beautiful.
“Would you really do Sharon?” I asked as she entered the
bathroom and began cleaning up. She had left the door open.
“Do you think she’d like it?” Mrs. Miller asked from the next
room.
“I don’t know, probably. Sharon likes almost everything.
“Good. You bring her over so I can seduce her, and I will
give you a whole other day.”
“Can I watch?” I asked, hoping she would say yes.
“Sure, darling, I was counting on using that prick of yours
again. Your turn to clean up,” she smiled as she left the
bathroom.
Sharon’s birthday was fantastic, the sex after the party
was even better.
I did bring Sharon over later. That was two days
of school I’d missed but I didn’t mind, or need a note, they
didn’t keep track of seniors. Keeping strictly to her word, Mrs.
Miller allowed me to join her and Sharon, then she gave me one
additional day alone. But true to her word, she never allowed me
any extra days with her. I found out later that she was afraid
that one of the kids in the neighborhood would fall in love and
make a scene. She was smarter than we were and she was
practically worshiped in the neighborhood. If you’re wondering
if she is still around, I don’t know. But if she was she would
be about 90 by now, not the sex kitten I remember.
I still consider myself one of the luckiest guys on earth.
All my best memories seemed to happen at her house, and not just
with her. But that’s another story.
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