A Friend’s Mom

9 Haziran 2022 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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A Friend’s MomIt was a cold night at my friend’s birthday celebration. His twenty second birthday had been the Monday prior but no one truly wants to party at the beginning of the week. So he had thrown his little shindig on Saturday night. It was a small crowd with roughly fifteen people at the party, myself included. A good bunch of them came and went with only a small core of us that remained throughout. The entire night, between drinking, guitar hero, more drinking and beer bong, I would have a constant thought in the back of my head in the hopes that I would get to see my friend’s mom tonight. It was a little crush I had developed over the time me and Ben had been friends. After all, she was a beautiful blonde with curves in all the right places and she oozed of self confidence. Yet there was something more to that confidence, a powerful yet subtle sexual playfulness that would have men turning in their heels. The light bantering, sensual smile, they way should would enhance the sway of her hips as she walked. It would leave a man speechless and wondering if she was putting on a show just for you or if it was just her normal, flirty demeanor. Being a man of only twenty one, I could not tell the difference and thought it was directed at me whenever she were to entire a room, I would be enthralled with her, watching her hair fold over the curve of her breast, watching her toned legs flex as she reached up in a cabinet. It was easy to get lost watching her. On this night however, she had made herself scarce for my friend’s party. So throughout the night, the party continued until late into the night. Most of the party goers either left or went upstairs to sleep off their hard drinking night. It was just me now and I didn’t really want to stay the night, partly due to the fact that I was one of the only single ones there and partly due to being disappointed that I hadn’t seen her on this night. So I made an elaborate plan to clean up the mess we had made and if I could accomplish this incredibly arduous task to drunken perfection, I would deem myself capable of driving home at three in the morning. So I set to work, cleaning the dishes, reassembling the tables, cleaning the microwave, the sink, the floor which isvecbahis yeni giriş was sticky from countless beers being pushed over from game after game. In the middle of this process, I heard the jangle of keys and the sound of heels clacking onto the cement steps. My heart started racing but I kept my cool and continued my endeavor to clean, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. When the lock clicked and the door swung open, I looked over my shoulder and saw her smiling at me as I washed some bowls. I gave her a quick smile and told her good evening and went back to my choir. She hung her coat up and walked over to the table and asked where her son was. I took a peek at what she was wearing, swallowed hard as it was a revealing red dress that went down to her ankles, her breasts showing very prominently from its low cut spaghetti straps. I told her he was had gone to bed earlier along with most of the other guests. She asked what I was doing and walked by me to the fridge to grab a water. When she walked by, I caught a scent of her perfume, it was subtle and sweet, just as she was. I told her my elaborate drunk test plan, the whole time she was listening and laughing and putting her own thoughts on it. Eventually, she got up and said that she would be right back and help me finish up. I said I was fine but she insisted on helping. A few minutes later she returned wearing a white tank top with tight black pajama pants. We finished the kitchen together, laughing and talking. She was asking me questions about being single and I asked how she was doing with her recent divorce. As the clock reached near four in the morning, we were done with the cleaning and I went to get my shoes on. She asked me what my rush was, that she didn’t really trust me going home like this so she grabbed my hand and lead to the couch in the living room. She told me to sit down as she took a seat in the middle of the couch. She patted the cushion with a playful smile and I was helpless to resist. I sat down beside her and we talked a little, I was like a man in a dream. I had never really been attracted to an older woman before and now I was seating here beside her, talking and her giggling and playing with her isvecbahis giriş hair. Then came a startle when she asked how long I had a crush on her. I blushed and fumbled for words, sounding like the worlds biggest fool, I managed to ask how she knew. She giggled and put her hand on my leg and said that it was just a vibe she got from me. I told her that her vibe was pretty accurate and I felt myself growing in my jeans and foolish shifted to try not to show it. She must have caught on cause her hand started to trace my leg in a slow circle and she asked if I had ever been with an older woman before. I said that I have not. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered that she would make it good then. She lightly nipped my earlobe before I faced her. My heart was racing and she was looking at me smiling and I did was came instinctively. I brought my hand to her face and caressed her cheek and kissed her lips softly at first but each second they were together it got a little more intense until she pushed my back against the couch, counting to kiss me as her hand found my fly zipper and expertly pulled it down. She reached in and to just run her fingers up and down my shaft all the while looking at me and smiling. My hand reached over and felt the swell of her breast from over her shirt and gently caressed it and felt her nipple through the shirt, hard from the cold night. As I found her nipple, her hand wrapped around my shaft and she began to stroke it slowly. I took a deep breath and wrapped one hand around her back and pushed her a little closer and kissed her revealed part of her breast as she continued to stroke me, going from really tight to gentle. My hand slipped under her shirt and gently rubbed her nipple more, a gesture she seemed to like as she moaned in pleasure. As she got some pre-cum out of me she did something I did not see coming. She took her hand and licked it, made a sexy little moaning sound and sunk down to her knees and began to spread my legs and inch towards me. I smiled and could not believe what was about to happen. she helped me take off my jeans and then resumed her position right between my legs, her hands rubbing my thighs, he hair dr****g down and just so lightly isvecbahis güvenilirmi touching my cock. she leaned in closer and closer and kissed the tip gently and then licked from the bottom of the shaft straight to the top and repeated the gesture. I buried my hands into the couch and watched her with wide eyes. She smiled at me and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and began to suck just the tip. I gasped out and she kept sucking the tip. Soon she let her hand go and let it all into her mouth and sucked hard. She retracted her mouth and went to work with her hand again, nice and tight and lubed now she stroked a little faster. She kept going between her mouth and hand and as I was about to cum, she began sucking again, swallowing all of my load and milking my cock out of all it had. When she was done she got up and sat down beside me again and grabbed my hand and told me she always wanted me to finger her. That it was her little fantasy. So I eased my hand onto her stomach, slowly reached into her pants, feeling her panties slide over my arm as my hand went down and felt her trimmed bush. The feel of it brought me back to an erection in no time. The neatly trimmed bush, soft and inviting. I gently rubbed her with my hand, she snuggled close to me I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest with each deep breath she took. I rubbed and squeezed but took my time with penetrating, feeling the her lips with my fingers and caressing every soft little hair my finger found. I took my hand out playfully and licked my index and middle finger and slowly went back down. I at first put just one finger into her, making a little J shape and rubbing her insides slowly, finding the spots that sped up her breathing. I took my time, enjoying the tight and warm journey of my fingers, each time rubbing inside of her slowly and then quickly, adding fingers and removing them. Eventually I went for her clitoris and began rubbing it aggressively. Her breathing sped up, becoming quick, sexy pants, he legs tightened around my hand and soon her panties and my hand were soaked with her cum. She relaxed a little, still breathing hard, her beautiful hair sweaty and clumped up. We sat together for a few minutes and she looked at the time, kissed my cheek and said she would go to bed now before the others started getting up. I smiled and got up and watched her up the stairs, he hips swaying seductively up each step. I got my coat and walked to my car, replaying every moment with stunned amazement.

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