My Best Friend’s Mother

Introduction:
MY BEST FRIEND’S MOTHER
By rutger5 (An original story 2011)
I had been friends with Peter Verhooven since grade school. We had played little league as well as getting in a lot of trouble together but of a more innocent variety, unlike many of the kids of today. As we had gotten older and reached our teens we stayed friends even though we now had as many differences as we did similarities. In spite of that we were as close as ever with the fact that we lived within a ten minute walk of each other certainly being a contributing factor.
Our friendship in fact directly led to me losing my virginity during the summer when I was sixteen years old, not that I could ever have told him that or shared the story. Peter was the baby of his family with a sister who was three years older than he was and a brother even older than that who had moved out on his own. His father was of German/Dutch ancestry and his mother’s side was Italian. His sister Linda was a good looking girl with dirty blond hair and buttery skin who had inspired many fantasies in my short life.
On more than one occasion she had given me fodder for my masturbatory activity. Like this one time she had been wearing a hoodie with the zipper down and no shirt or bra underneath it and depending on the angle I was looking at her from I caught many glimpses of her soft breast and pink nipple. Once I even made out with her after she had recently broken up with a boyfriend. Both Linda, my friend Peter and I had smoked some hash and afterwards she had met me in the driveway and beckoned me to join her in her garage. She asked if I wanted to kiss her and I eagerly assented. Linda told me to keep my hands to myself and just follow her lead. I’ll never forget how soft her lips were or how she smelled great.
We only kissed for a couple of minutes when she was spooked by the next door neighbor coming home. I never got another chance to repeat this and I was so hard the whole time we kissed but the worst part was I never could say anything as it would have gotten back to Peter. When we were fifteen his parents had divorced but I think they had been having problems for a while before that because I remembered times where I was over their house and you could cut the tension with a knife.
So Peter’s father had moved out of the house and his mother had resumed working due to the situation but otherwise things seemed to remain the same. They were hardly the only family to go through divorce at that time as the sixties had let the genie out of the bottle in regards to the stability of family life in America and as the seventies passed and the eighties approached I doubt there was a corner of America that escaped the upheaval.
Be that as it may it wasn’t like I sat around worried about the disintegration of the American family. I was a teenager having fun as I listened to music, hung out with my friends, worked out, got drunk or high, worked part time jobs and ineptly chased girls. Part of my difficulty with girls was that I was somewhat shy by nature and I had the tendency of being tongue tied around members of the fairer sex. Being drunk or high somewhat mitigated that but it had the negative effect of scaring away girls who weren’t partiers or didn’t wish to go out with guys who were.
Plus when under the influence I might well have the gift of gab but often what I said was nonsense or certainly nothing that would endear me to a young lady. The only girl I actually cared about as a person had broken my heart when I caught her drunkenly making out with a bitter rival of mine which definitely didn’t help my troubles. So there I was, sixteen with no girlfriend while guys not as good looking as me managed to score with girls due to a glib tongue.
This particular summer afternoon I had worked my part time job a few hours and after getting off I was looking for something to do. On my way home I had smoked some primo Thai weed as I cut through the park and feeling mellow I decided to stop by my friend Peter’s house to see if he wanted to hang. It was one of those sweltering summer days that in retrospect seem more enjoyable but at the moment when the sweat is dripping down your body you long for the cooler temperatures to come.
His house was green and believe it or not there was a white picket fence in the front. I headed up the driveway and went to the back door that led to the kitchen as that was the entrance I always used. After climbing the steps I rapped lightly on the glass section of the door. If no one answered I would usually throw pebbles at his bedroom window which was by the back of the house. The sound of a radio playing was clearly coming from the nearby open kitchen window so I knocked louder this time.
Following that I heard the sound of a chair scraping along the floor followed by footsteps after which the back door opened. Surprisingly it wasn’t Peter or his sister who answered the door but his mother. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet as she stood in the doorway and her eyes were red as if she’d been crying.
“Oh hello Thomas” she said as she always referred to me by my full Christian name instead of Tom or Tommy like most people called me.
“Hi Mrs. Verhooven, is Peter here?” I asked but before she had a chance to answer there was the sound of glass breaking from inside the kitchen.
“What’s that?” she said turning toward the sound of the noise. “Buttercup no, get away from there” she said as she moved away from me.
Buttercup was their family cat and as I stepped inside pulling the door behind me I saw the feline leap from the kitchen table and scurry off in the opposite direction. An open bottle of red wine sat alone on the table and there was a broken wine glass as well as the wine that had been in it in a pool on the kitchen floor.
“Stupid cat” she said to no one in particular as she grabbed a towel from by the sink and bent over to wipe up the mess.
To be honest maybe I should have been polite and asked her if she wanted any help but I was entranced as I watched her. Mrs. Verhooven had always been an attractive woman but there was something about the way she looked that day that had me mesmerized. She was wearing a gauzy floral print dress which seemed to shimmer as she moved and usually her black hair was up in some kind of bun-like hairstyle but that afternoon it was hanging free with long strands of it sticking to her neck due to the humidity.
As she wiped up the dark red fluid I couldn’t help but notice her big round ass and ample hips sway back and forth as she moved. Maybe it was due to the sweltering heat or the fact that I was high or just that I was a horny teenager but without realizing it my hand crept to my crotch and fondled my growing erection. Suddenly my brain came to life but before I could move my hand Mrs. Verhooven turned my way. I’m not sure which of us was more surprised – me for being caught playing with myself as I ogled her or Mrs. Verhooven at discovering her son’s best friend was rubbing himself while he stared at her big Italian ass.
Her mouth opened wide from the shock and the next thing I knew she cried out in pain and dropped the towel before lifting her hand. There was now blood seeping from a cut in her hand as she winced from the wound. That cleared my head somewhat and I sprang into action, first helping her to her feet and guiding her to the sink. My eyes examined her cut and it didn’t look too bad, certainly not deep but there appeared to be a sliver of glass imbedded in her flesh. Turning on the cold water I held her hand under the flow and with some satisfaction I watched the glass pushed from the cut and into the sink.
“Keep it under the water until the bleeding stops” I told her before asking “Where do you keep the first aid supplies Mrs. Verhooven?”
It took her a moment to answer as she appeared somewhat confused by the turn of events but she then told me upstairs in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Before heading up there I took a wad of paper towel and covered the mess on the floor with the hope if the cat reappeared it would keep it away from the shattered glass. I bounded up the stairs two at a time and removed peroxide and band aids from the cabinet before returning to the kitchen.
Mrs. Verhooven still had her hand under the stream of water but the blood had slowed to less than a trickle. Quickly I wiped her hand dry then I poured some peroxide over the cut. She made a face but didn’t say anything. Next I applied a band aid tightly and inspected my handiwork.
“Well Thomas, will I live do you think?” she asked with a smile.
“I believe the prognosis is excellent that you will Mrs. Verhooven but I’m not a doctor. Now sit down and I’ll clean this mess” I told her.
Putting my words to action I proceeded to blot up the sticky liquid along with the shards of glass. Knowing from past visits where the broom was kept I retrieved it and made sure I hadn’t missed any fragments before finally wiping down the floor one more time with a wet towel. Finally finished I discarded the towel and turned to Mrs. Verhooven who was watching me with a bemused smile on her pretty face. I noticed there now were two wine glasses on the table filled with wine.
“Very impressive job Thomas, there is no way Peter would be so efficient. Now come sit here so I can thank you for your gallant service” she said patting the chair next to her.
Somewhat apprehensively I approached her and sat down, remembering what at the least was one of the reasons she had cut her hand. The fact that she was startled at seeing me touching myself probably caused her injury and I was fearful of what she now was going to say. She looked into my eyes and I found myself out of my league and felt like I could drown in their brown depths.
“Thomas first let me thank you for your timely first aid, you didn’t panic and you did a wonderful job” she began to which I mumbled a thank you.
“Now have a sip of wine” she said pushing a glass towards me.
“Umm I don’t know Mrs. Verhooven if I should drink wine” I answered her to which she laughed in reply.
“Oh please Thomas, I know for a fact that both you and my son drink whenever you can get away with it and by the way I never had answered your original question due to circumstances but Peter is spending this afternoon and night with his father. Also unless my nose isn’t working right you’ve been smoking one of those funny little cigarettes so some nice vino from Italia shouldn’t be a problem. Besides with what I’m about to say I think you may need it.”
On hearing that I felt my mouth dry up and my stomach got a sinking feeling so I picked up the glass and swallowed it down in one gulp before placing it back on the table. What kind of trouble would I be in now I wondered to myself as I felt the wine slide down my throat. If she told my family, or even worse Peter, that I was touching myself while I watched her I didn’t know what would happen when her voice brought me back to reality.
“The wine is good, right?” she said but she didn’t seem to really want an answer.
“Thomas do you think I’m attractive, is that why you were playing with your cock?” she suddenly asked, shocking me as much by using the word cock as with the question in general. I hemmed and hawed not knowing what to say to her.
“It is a simple question Thomas and I think I deserve an answer when a young man who has been welcome in my house for ten years suddenly starts rubbing his private parts as he watches me. So am I attractive?”
At this point with what had happened I decided that I should tell her the truth before throwing myself on her mercy. That was the only chance I had to make things right.
“Mrs. Verhooven” I began “first let me apologize for what I did especially as it led to you being hurt. As far as your question the answer is yes, you are attractive, in fact I think that you’re beautiful. That in no way is an excuse for my behavior and I don’t know how I can make up for it.”
Mrs. Verhooven now stood and she seemed to tower over me as she drained the last bit of wine from her glass before refilling them both.
“Not only am I attractive but beautiful as well. I like that. Well tell me this Thomas, do you also think I’m sexy and have you ever fantasized about me, in a sexual way?”
Part of me wanted to get up and flee as it seemed I was in an alternate universe suddenly but most of me wanted to stay where I was. Even so I was unable to meet her gaze as I answered.
“I think Mrs. Verhooven that you want me to be honest with you so the answer is yes to all questions. You are definitely sexy and I have to admit that I have thought of doing things, sexual thing with you.”
After saying that I glanced up at her and she had a pleased expression on her face like the cat that ate the canary. What she did next shocked me as she leaned down and kissed me. When our lips met it was like the greatest feeling I had felt in my short life. They were warm and full and they tasted like wine and the next thing I knew she had straddled me and sat on my lap. My cock sprang to life as it seemed like half my blood supply flowed rapidly to my member.
My hand went around her waist as I pulled her closer while her tongue worked between my lips and began to explore my eager mouth. Her large, soft breasts pushed against my chest as we kissed and I felt her fingers running through my hair. The longer we kissed the more frenzied she became and when she felt my hard on pressing into her she began to grind her pelvis into it.
A moan escaped my mouth as she stimulated me like that and for a moment I was afraid I would cum in my jeans. Here I was a sixteen year old virgin and my friend’s mother, a beautiful, voluptuous woman was kissing me as she sat on my lap and rubbed her body against my cock. When she broke the kiss to catch her breath my mouth found the olive skin of her neck and began to kiss and suck it. Without conscious thought my hand traced its way up her body until it reached the side of her breast.
Now it was Mrs. Verhooven who squirmed and moaned as I returned the favor by driving her crazy with desire. Suddenly her hand pulled my head back by my hair and she stared intently into my eyes.
“Thomas I know it isn’t the right thing to do but right now I don’t care about that. Today I need to be desired and treated like a woman, a sexual woman. I want you and I can feel that you want me too.”
When she said the word feel she really rubbed against my erection driving me close to the brink of orgasm.
“Do you want to come upstairs with me now?” she asked simply.
“Yes Mrs. Verhooven more than anything in the world” I told her.
Smiling she stood and took me by the hand at which point I stood and let her lead me toward the staircase.
“And by the way Thomas at least for today maybe you should call me Maria.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, Maria” I said with a smile directed to her.
“You are quite the charmer young man and with your looks I don’t understand why you’re not having to fight the girls off but that leaves you for me.”
Of course it was the weed and wine that allowed me to speak so with her as if I’d been sober I probably would be tongue tied or stuttering by now. We climbed the stairs, with her before me which allowed me to watch her ass sway as she preceded me. Once we reached the second floor she turned and embraced me. Again we kissed but this time it was my tongue that worked into her mouth where she eagerly sucked on it.
When we broke the kiss she again led me forward where we passed the doors to both Peter’s and Linda’s rooms and into her own bedroom. In all the years I’d visited the house I had never seen into this room before. It was painted blue with thick, white drapes covering the windows and beige carpeting on the floor. There was a solid four post bed as well as a dresser, night table and vanity all appearing to be made of walnut plus a heavy mahogany chest which rested at the foot of the bed.
I observed all this while she pulled me into the room and brought me to the side of the bed. She pulled the bedspread off and dropped it onto the chest before sitting on the edge of the mattress and looking up at me with a lustful expression on her attractive face.
“Why don’t you undress for me Thomas” she said while licking her full red lips.
I yanked my shirt over my head revealing my hairless chest and six pack abs. My hands fumbled as I undid my pants and then pushed them and my underwear down past my knees freeing my stiff cock. It swayed slightly as I moved, bobbing about in anticipation of what was to come. Kicking off my sneakers I then stepped out of my pants leaving them pooled on the floor.
Her hand reached out and she grasped me, her long fingers wrapped around my thickness. Slowly she ran her hand up and down the length of my erection. She tightened her grip right below my swollen head making me moan with pleasure. She leaned forward and bestowed a kiss on my head then released me and stood up and faced away from me.
“Would you mind unzipping me?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice I can tell you that. My thumb and finger seized the tiny zipper and pulled it down exposing the smooth skin of her back as well as the back of her brassiere. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it cascade down to the floor.
“Perhaps you could unhook me as well?” Maria said.
Eagerly I complied with her request freeing her large magnificent bosom though at first I only caught a side glimpse of them. But when she turned back to me I was breathless at the sight of them. They hung low from their weight and were full with large nipples and areolas. To say they were more than a handful was an understatement. Maria was a voluptuous woman with ample curves and that was very evident on beholding her chest.
Again she sat in front of me and took my erection in her hand. Up and down her hand slid across my flesh sending my senses reeling from her attention. Suddenly Maria leaned forward and took me into her willing mouth, her wet lips closing on my shaft right below my sensitive head. I thought I would faint from the feeling it gave me and then she started bobbing her head up and down while at the same time her tongue ran along the underside of my head.
Maria didn’t do it long and if she had I would have exploded in her mouth in less than a minute I believe. Instead she pulled her mouth from me and after a final flick of her tongue on my head she resumed stroking me. Her saliva made my skin slick making it easier as she rapidly pumped my shaft when her other hand gently cradled my full balls. That was too much to bear for my sensitive equipment and with a loud groan I felt my cum speeding its way up the shaft.
There was no chance to warn Maria but since she had me by the balls she should have felt them convulsing as they emptied. The first shot flew out and hit her neck with a soft splat before she aimed my cock lower as her hand continued to stroke me. Shot after shot of my thick, white cum landed on her full breasts as I grabbed her by the shoulders to help me remain standing as I felt weak in the knees. When I looked down I saw Maria staring intently at my cock as it fired my seed with a look of wonder on her face. Maria realized I was watching her and smiled at me.
“Sorry but I never saw one cumming from so close before” she said apologetically.
“That’s okay, are you enjoying the view?” I answered.
“Very much” she told me as her hand squeezed one last drop from my now extra sensitive cock which hung for an instant before landing on her full breast. She leaned in and kissed the tip before laughing musically. Maria reached to her night table and pulled some tissues from a box and daubed at her sperm coated bosom.
“You made a big mess on me Thomas.”
“I’m sorry about that Mrs., uh I mean Maria.”
“That’s okay as I know a way you can make it up to me Thomas.”
After saying that Maria stood and rearranged some of the pillows on the bed and then directed me to lie on my back diagonally on the mattress. As soon as I was comfortable she climbed on the bed next to me and had me put my hands under my head. Once they were there she straddled my face with a gorgeous leg on each side of my face and her panty covered mound above me.
She lowered herself onto my face and reached out and placed her hands on my forearms before starting to undulate her hips in a circular motion. There was already a wet spot in the gusset that no doubt grew as her gyrations increased. One of her hands now grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up as hard as she could pressing me even more against her. For the first time in my life I experienced the delightful aroma of an aroused female and I loved it. My lips started making kissing movements against her when Maria’s thighs began trembling. She emitted a series of gasps and cries at the same time as she came.
While this happened my cock had grown even harder then before it came and I could feel pre-cum seeping from it. However as horny as I was what I wanted was to actually see and taste Maria’s pussy. When she recovered sufficiently to where her hand let go of my hair I decided to broach the subject.
“Maria I hoped you liked that but I was wondering if I could kiss you there without your panties between us?”
“Thomas you silly boy of course you can” she said as she rolled off me.
Her hands slipped under the waistband and in seconds her panties were removed leaving her gloriously nude. Maria had a thick nest of curly, black pubic hair surrounding her wet pussy. This was the first time I’d been so close to a woman’s pussy and I was enchanted by it.
Maria’s lips were wet and swollen and protruded defiantly from the surrounding hair growth and had a reddish hue. Perched on top of them was a round, hard nub that I knew to be her clitoris. I received a much closer look when Maria moved forward and literally sat her big round ass on my chest and spread her legs to either side of my head.
My arms wrapped her around her meaty thighs as I placed my hands on her hips. She reached down and guided be by my hair to her sticky, dripping honey pot while her other hand rested on the bed to stabilize and support her.
“Thomas you wanted to kiss me down there, well now it’s your opportunity so get started.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice as I eagerly pushed my tongue out and tasted pussy for the first time. It worked from the bottom up until the tip brushed her clit lightly. Maria tasted so sweet to me that I started lapping away like a cat with a bowl of milk. My tongue ran between her lips to her juicy insides and back out to catch her clit. Maria pushed into me so that my tongue could reach deeper inside her, massaging the inner walls of her pinkness.
Her juices were freely flowing and my cheeks and chin were soon bathed in them as I continued to move my tongue rapidly up and down making sure to not neglect any part of her most intimate area. Maria was starting to moan as my mouth brought her pleasure and was now rocking her pelvis slightly with each stroke of my tongue.
“Oh Thomas I want you to stick your tongue all the way up my wet pussy” she told me breathing hard now.
Her wish was my command and I burrowed as deep as I could until my lips collided with the skin of her pelvis and my nose rubbed up against her erect little nub. By now my jaw ached some but I swirled my tongue in a circular motion as it was buried inside her wet hole. Her walls surrounded it as I probed and wiggled it to the best of my ability.
Her breathing was becoming ragged as she approached orgasm and with one last mini push of her hips Maria let out a wail as her legs clamped on my head trapping me in paradise with her. Maria’s whole body shook from the intensity of her climax as my tongue felt a release of a good amount of her womanly nectar. I sucked it to my mouth before swallowing it down and it tasted better to me than the wine I’d drunk earlier.
Once she recovered Maria crawled down my body until she was in position over my straining erection. Her hand grasped my hardness and guided it to her entrance. I could feel her hairs tickling my head as she worked it back and forth coating me with her juices while also stimulating herself. She looked me deep in my eyes before speaking.
“Thomas have you ever been with a woman before?”
“No Maria I haven’t, I’m hoping you’ll be my first” I sheepishly admitted.
“You can count on that and that you’ll never forget me” she said right before she impaled herself on my raging hard on.
My swollen head already lubricated with her juices parted her lips and sank deep into her pussy canal. We moaned simultaneously from the feeling as I became a man. It was the greatest feeling I’d ever felt as her pussy clenched my thick shaft as she slid down my length. Maria placed her hands against my chest muscles and almost pushed herself down further as I split her wide.
My hands grabbed her pillow like ass and at the same time I thrust upwards burying my cock to the base inside her. When I did she let out a grunt from the force of my thrust. We began to build a rhythm similar to the ocean crashing into the shore as her ass slammed into me as I met her with each movement. Once she leaned in a little I managed to affix my hungry mouth to her breast and suck hard on her pebble like nipple which drove her crazy. I released her nipple and moaned as she bounced like a rubber ball on me.
My moans were getting louder and increasing as she continued riding me hard and without warning I felt myself cumming. With one final thrust my cock swelled and exploded deep inside her paradise, filling her with my liquid love. Maria kept going with no slowing down but she managed to kiss me briefly before her movement forced her to end our kiss.
“How do you like it Thomas? Does it feel good being in me, in fucking me?”
“Great Maria, it feels so awesome” I managed to gasp out in reply.
She took my hand and guided it to where I could play with her clit while she rode me. My thumb rubbed it back and forth as Maria closed her eyes and enjoyed the stimulation. Her pace increased as the combination of my cock and thumb brought her near the edge once again. Her big ass slammed into me with each downward movement as her velvety muscles caressed my hardness.
“Oh yes Thomas don’t stop, it feels so good. Yes, yes oh my God!” she practically screamed out and with a final bounce her sweaty body collapsed on mine.
Maria’s muscles were clenching and unclenching on my shaft as she trembled like a leaf. Taking the lead I started driving my cock in and out of her climaxing pussy as fast as I could. The combination of this sexy, mature woman sprawled on me with her wetness gripping me added to the fact that today was the first time I’d been with a woman proved a bit too much even though I’d already cum twice.
My balls were drawn up into me again as I shot inside Maria. My whole body shuddered from the feeling as Maria recovered enough to resume kissing me. We stopped moving except for our lips which still were hungry for one another’s. I feasted on her red, full lips and when she fed me her tongue I welcomed it with delight. Slowly I shrank inside her until eventually I slipped out. She made a disappointed sigh as I did and rolled off me while keeping her body next to mine. When I rested my head against her large bosom she smiled and cradled it with an arm.
It was probably the fact that I’d cum three times although the wine and weed must have helped some but sometime while in that position I drifted off to sleep. The sun was casting early evening shadows across the bed when I awakened by myself but as I stretched languidly I heard a sigh. Turning I saw Maria sitting on her vanity bench with a hairbrush in her hand. She was now wearing a pale blue robe that certainly showed her ample cleavage to best effect.
“Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?” she inquired.
“I’m good but you didn’t have to let me sleep” I told her.
“You looked so adorable that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Besides you earned that rest with your efforts. Let me ask you if you’re hungry Thomas?”
When Maria asked that I realized that I was famished.
“Yes but…” I began before she interrupted me.
“There are no buts, get up young man and come with me. I’ll feed you good to recharge your batteries. Now let’s go” Maria said in a tone that brooked no dissent.
“Yes ma’am” I answered her as I sat up. No sooner did I reach for my pants when she spoke again.
“There’s no need for you to get dressed Thomas just to eat. I think you look nice the way you are.”
The way she said that and with the look she had in her eyes made me feel like a million dollars I can tell you. So staying naked as the day I was born I headed downstairs and followed Maria to the kitchen. She busied herself putting some pasta on to boil after which she put a pot of sauce on the stove to heat. Watching her bend to remove the pot from the fridge started my cock getting hard again and as she flitted about the kitchen doing things my erection grew until it was at full staff.
She noticed this and smiled at me lasciviously and once as she passed Maria reached down and squeezed it gently making me groan. That was enough for me to forget about eating but Maria wouldn’t hear of it and rebuffed me.
“I’m flattered that you want me again but eat first because I’ll still be here when you’re done.”
Once the pasta was ready she drained it before spooning some sauce with a couple of meatballs over it and placing it before me followed by a piece of bread and another glass of wine. Maria had a small portion of pasta as well as some wine.
“Is that all you’re having?” I asked seeing her plate.
She laughed before speaking “Pasta will go straight to my hips Thomas.”
“Well who can blame it, it’s a great place to be it seems to me.”
She blushed from my response and added a little more to her plate. She finished eating before I did and before long I felt her hand creep up my leg and start to fondle my now half hard cock which quickly assumed its full size. The rest of the food I gobbled down in my zeal to finish and as soon as I cleaned my plate Maria brought the dishes to the sink. When she started to wash then I sidled up besides her and slipped my hands inside her robe. One hand cupped as much breast flesh as it could hold while the other started to stroke her hair and swollen lips.
“Stop you’re distracting me” she said trying to wriggle free but I was having none of that.
“The dishes can wait” I told her before seizing and lifting her in the fireman’s carry. Maria squealed and protested but I ignored her and instead brought her back to and placed her on the table. I pulled the robe open and began to feast on my dessert, in this case her large nipple but I really wanted the bearded clam. Once she was moaning and playing with my hair my mouth started moving in a southerly direction until her womanhood was before me.
My tongue moved out and started flicking back and forth against her erect little nub and after a couple of minutes of that I slipped one of my fingers inside her. She liked that and pushed her hips down toward me allowing it to slide deeper. She was wet as a rainforest as I drove it in and out of her while continuing to lick her clit. I figured she was getting close as her hand pulled my hair hard so I increased the tempo and was rewarded by her moaning and her vaginal walls convulsing on my finger.
After the spasms in her pussy stopped she yanked me up by the hair as her free hand grasped my erection and pulled it to her furnace.
“Put it in me now Thomas” she demanded in a commanding tone.
My hands latched onto the smooth skin of her hips as once again I slid balls deep into paradise. Maria was sitting up with her legs off the table and once I was inside she wrapped her fingers around my neck and held on as I fucked her hard. Each thrust my balls slapped against her ass as I drove it deep repeatedly. Since I’d cum so many times I just went all out as fast and hard as I could with her spurring me on with moans of encouragement.
There must have been something about the angle of this position as Maria was going crazy from this. Once I slipped out when I pulled back too far and when I did a gush of clear fluid shot out of her surprising us both but I immediately sank back inside her and resumed pounding her willing flesh. In the position we were in we were able to easily kiss so our mouths met as our other parts did what they do. It was a while that I lasted this time but eventually I knew my orgasm was coming so I buried myself to the hilt and called out her name as I fired into her.
I’d like to say that the afternoon led to more but for the most part it didn’t. We were both embarrassed to a point due to her being Peter’s mother especially as back then such things weren’t done. For some time after I rarely went to his house because I didn’t wish to see her and want her. One other time we got together when we ran into each other in the supermarket I was working at. My shift was ending and I helped her load the groceries into her car. Our hands touched and that was that. Since her kids were home she drove us to a secluded spot where for one more time we were transported back to that magical afternoon where I lost my virginity and she felt like a woman again after her divorce.
After high school Peter and I went our separate ways though to this day I sometimes see him. I did find out that his mother did remarry and I can only hope and pray that she is happy. She will always have a place in my heart and I’ll never forget that enchanted time.
THE END By rutger5 (2011)
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