Friday Afternoon Delight

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Friday Afternoon DelightFriday Afternoon DelightAnother Keyhole Adventure…It had been about 3 weeks since Mom and my paths converged and the veil of sex had been raised for me. My time in school was no longer taken up checking out girls my age…I now had experienced a mature woman. From late summer until now, late fall, our exploration of each other escalated. No longer did I have to wonder what a soft, warm woman felt and looked like. I tried to keep my mind on my final year of high school and get good grades…that pleased Mom also. I usually brown-bagged lunch and ate with my buddies in the park across from school and it was not uncommon to find a note in my bag, most likely encouragement to do well on some test up coming. This one had a different content…I quickly pocketed it to read later in study hall. I learned she had planned for a long time to share her body with me if for no other reason than to save me from some girl that might trap me by getting her into a motherly way at a far too young age. She complimented me on being a fine c***d to raise and thought I was so special coming along late in her c***d-bearing years. Also mention was made of my father’s hard work on the farm, his quiet nature and his wanting me to pursue a professional career like my much older brother. One thought that really got me was when she mentioned, “I so glad your brother left that nasty book here…I learned I had missed out on a lot of different ways of sex. You are finally old enough, and I’m not too old I hope to experience a few new things.” She also wrote she would pick me up a school on Friday (I usually walked with a neighbor the mile home) as it was to be a minimum day. “We could have a fun afternoon,” she wrote.Finally Friday arrived, the minutes dragged like hours until a noon dismissal. I slid into the car to be greeted with her fresh, new hair style. “Do you like it? My sisters told me it was time to change it up a little,” she asked. “Looks great Mom,” I replied. As we moved away from the curb she hiked up her skirt a little, exposing her thigh and a nylon covered view of a blue and pink splotch of spider veins…something that made me feel I was privy to a flaw usually hidden that piqued my curiosity and excited me. In a couple minutes we turned onto our country road in time to see Dad leaving to work on our second ranch. That led Mom to say we had over 2 hours to ourselves.After unloading the groceries and having a sandwich, Mom disappeared into her room, I guess. As I washed my dish and cleaned up she appeared at the doorway into the living room. Her blouse was outside her skirt and only half its buttons were fastened. As she leaned against the doorway, she looked like an actress in a Tennessee Williams play. She motioned me to her and put her hands on my face and asked for a kiss. bartın escort My hands found the softness of her fleshy upper arms and we kissed. I noticed too that she had removed her bra. “Unbutton those buttons, there is something inside for you,” she said. I slowly did as I was asked and opened up her blouse to reveal her modest but still beautiful 34B’s and her already hardening nipples. My palms and fingers had a field day caressing the soft, gently sagging treasures of flesh. Kneeling down on one knee I gently began kissing her orbs. “Oh please get as much as you can in your mouth, suck and bite all you want!” she ordered. “Oh my gosh! It’s never felt so good!” “For me too, the way your nipples get bright pink is a sight to behold.” I complimented as I took a breath and continued nibbling on one while pinching the other. Mind wandered back to how plain she used to appear to me and how she concealed a very curvy body with loose clothing…her 5’7”, 150# was no longer a mystery. In a short time she encouraged me to stand back up and follow her into my bedroom. She had covered my brother’s now unused bed with a sheet for us to frolic on. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she whispered into my ear…”Unfasten the belt and unzip my skirt,” she ordered. I nervously fumbled with my chore and slid the skirt off her wide hips. “Silly boy, it would be easier over my head,” she commented. I was so surprised to see she had no underwear on, just her hose and what had to be her oldest, most worn garter belt, its straps adjusted almost to their maximum length in order to accommodate her long curved hip line, short waist and to keep her hose tight on her slender calves and dramatically enlarging thighs. The front straps beautifully framed her lush, thick crop of straw colored pubic hair, the last vestige of her blond youth. I was taken by that thick patch of hair, a perfect triangle almost, just waiting to be played with.I commented on the worn out garter belt and she replied, “Don’t you remember?, I was wearing it and the same stockings the first time you asked to unfasten them nearly 10 years ago.” I had to say no, at the time I was only interested in seeing and feeling her soft white legs. “I’m sorry Mom, I was preoccupied at the time,” I said. I thought to myself also of being oblivious to the erotic treasure lurking just inches away from where I touched those soft wonderful thighs. I realized the adventure of today was set in motion years ago. We were on a collision course!“You sure seem to like that hair down there, don’t you? I thought of trimming it some,” she commented. “Please don’t, it’s great the way it is, I replied. I began to run my fingers through her patch, going ever lower with each pass…soon feeling the upper reaches of her vaginal furrow. “You need to take the rest bartın escort bayan of your clothes off and lie down with me,” she ordered. I complied like a dutiful son then we took each other in our arms and reclined together. I was face to face with her…she looked so much younger this day with a little more than normal makeup and a new hair-do. I had one arm around her with one hand on her shoulder and the other fondling one of her breasts. She seemed to look deep into my eyes with an almost pleading look, starting to say something then hesitating, then finally asking, ”I know it’s early in our exploration of one another but I really want you to put your face and mouth down there between my legs…please.” Almost dumbfounded I answered without delay, “sure Mom, anything for you.” Now I knew precious little about what she asked, only what I had gleaned from the pages of our neighbor’s textbooks on family life. One chapter on oral sex had detailed drawings of what the area looked like but not actual photos, this was the sixties remember.I began to comply with my orders by slowly moving down here body stopping to kiss and suck on her hard, pink swollen nipples…my thoughts drifted back to the morning in the field doing stoop labor with her and watching her breasts swing free inside her dress, wondering why the nipples were so bright pink…now I know why, she was turned on then as now! I loved their feel inside my mouth, hard, but soft flesh surroundings. Moving further I encountered her garter belt hugging her waist tightly and then just below that, her navel proudly displayed on her round motherly belly. I was for sure in new territory here, beyond my wildest dreams. I continued downward kissing her pale skin along the way and soon encountered her magnificent bush with my chin. I recalled the first time I saw it through the bathroom keyhole and was so surprised by its thick fluffiness. A chill ran through me as my nose moved through it taking in her scent. Just as quickly she pulled her legs toward her chest and further exposed her charms. I could now see in full color what I had previously only viewed in pen and ink drawings. My hands moved to the backs of her bended knees letting my forearms touch both nylon and thigh flesh! Now I let my tongue enter the intimate of intimates…being her legs were spread so much her meaty inner lips almost popped out for me. I gently let myself nibble away at these newfound toys using only my lips…this made her squirm with delight. Soon my tongue entered betwe
en those lips and she began to generate moisture. My tongue made deeper penetrations into this uncharted territory even finding her clit…anyways whatever I found made her squeal and seemingly levitate before me. Now her feminine nectar really started to flow, soaking my lips and chin. escort bartın I was lapping up her feminine juices like a kitten with its first saucer of milk. She begged me to rise up and kiss her…I did and was shocked by what she had to say. “It tastes much better to sample my juices off your face than off my fingers,” she stated. With that statement I knew a dormant desire in her had been awakened. Dying embers of desire had been fanned into the inferno we now shared. I sat up on my knees and spread my legs as far as I could while sending my hardness into her waiting charms. I wanted to be upright so I could see as much of Mom’s body as possible. My knob moved between her leathery lips and easily slipped into her. I began stroking into her depths, watching and admiring nylon clad legs, jiggling thigh and hip flesh, the wild swinging of her modest breasts and listening to her moans of pleasure. My strokes became more powerful and faster now causing her to become more vocal, a sign she was really enjoying this. I closed my eyes, I guess in order to limit my experience and make it last longer, but alas, there came that rumbling deep in my groin that signaled that ejaculation was near. Sure enough amidst the sounds of a wet vagina, even more was about to flood in. I felt a grand shudder go through my body as my love juice spurted into its chosen destination. “Oh, my goodness, hold me tight now!” she blurted out. My body seemed to melt around hers as the final twitches of my penis sent forth the last remains of jizz. As I lay down beside her, my eyes beheld her luscious thighs, soft belly, even softer breasts which by the way were fading from hard bright pink to softer pale pink, then a pleasurable smile gracing her face. It had only taken a scant few minutes, but it seemed much longer to me wanting to remember every instant. “I’m so glad you like to love me,” she offered, “it’s been quite a while since I’ve had this kind of attention.” “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world now,” I replied. She began to recall how I wanted to unfasten her nylon when I was quite young, “Then when you were about 13, you asked again and I let you but you touched my thigh with your open hand and I had to stop you…do you know why?” “No Mom, why,” I asked. “I was aroused and I noticed you were too and I thought you were much too young to proceed at that time. I had to wait to you were college age which has been very difficult, but now I’m so glad I waited until recently.” I thought to myself about my path of curiosity intersecting with her path of desire, both paths now bound by a tie of intimacy. We kissed a few times then I got up on one elbow and looked down her body…a ray of sunlight came through the pulled shades and caused her grand pubic patch to glisten due to our secreted fluids, then further down that magic place where soft thigh flesh is restricted by tightening beige nylon. A couple moments later we both stood up off both sides of the bed and went about the rest of the afternoon. How could a young man’s weekend have any better a start…

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