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Marie and I have been good friends for many years, since we were in third grade. Most of that time, she was a tom-boy and a buddy. In those early years, although we played doctor a few times, and other than looking and touching, more in disbelief than for any sexual reason, we stayed friends. In high school, we went out together if we didn't have dates, or we doubled. Over the years, I grew closer to her and her parents.
Last year, home from college, Marie's mother invited me to join them at Myrtle Beach and to stay with them in their camper by the ocean. The camper had three beds in separate rooms, bathroom, kitchenette, living room, the works. It was exactly what I expected, and it was great.
For the two weeks, I saw Marie wearing only a tiny bikini, and I spent much of the time excited, but Marie and I had an understanding that we were much better friends than we could be lovers. In high school, we had tried. We did it a couple of times, but that was all there was to it. We both got off, but it wasn't really what it could have been. We weren't meant to be lovers, just good friends.
Marie's mom, Kay, had treated me like I was her son. She owned a small bookstore, and she was always very proper, but over the years I learned that she had a fun loving side.
Kay had a pretty face, and although she was short and pudgy, with shoulder-length brown hair, she was an attractive woman. She seemed oblivious to her weight as she trekked around the dunes, swam, or danced. Sometimes I'd watch her, not as Marie's mom but as a woman. Her ass was large, her legs were thick and shapely, and her tits were huge. Whenever I thought of them, I found myself imagining what it would be like to fondle and suck breasts that big.
Before this, I never saw Kay in anything but her work clothes: simple dresses, or skirts and blouses, and sweaters in winter. Sometimes, she'd have a blouse on that puckered in the front letting me see the lacy cups of her bra, and I would find ways to look down her blouse and see the wonderful globes of her tits. But around the campgrounds, Kay wore a one piece, black, silky bathing suit. Her breasts overflowed, threatening to spill out, and sometimes, I'd see her nipples outlined in her suit. It had become habit, I'd see the shape of her nipples and I'd start to get excited and I'd have to hide myself.
Near the end of the first week, Marie’s father got called away on business, so he left. One night, after watching a late movie on TV, Kay said it was late, and we all went to bed. My bedroom was at one end of the camper and Kay's and her husband's was at the other, Marie slept in the middle. During the night, I woke to a raging thunderstorm. Listening to the thunder crashing and the rain pelting the roof, I realized I had to pee, so I got up to go to the bathroom. I had nothing on but my boxers. The camper was rocking with the violent storm raging around it. The smell of salt water filled the air, just like on the beach.
I entered the very small but adequate bathroom yawning and rubbing my eyes. I pulled my cock out as I closed the door behind me. When I turned around, flipping the light on, I saw Kay sitting on the can, with her legs out stretched and apart.
I was scared, embarrassed, and, suddenly, excited.
She had on a shear, baby blue nightie that was bunched around her waist. Her massive tits were clearly visible, hanging heavy and tempting, with large, dark, pointy nipples. But unbelievably, her hand hovered above the vee shaped patch of curly brown hair sticking out from under the lacy edge of the gown, and almost hidden in it was the flat end of a pink plastic vibrator.
Kay gasped and tugged the edge of her nightie with her other hand.
"Oh, God!" I said. The room was so small, she was so close, and I couldn't hide my erect cock which stuck up through the fly in my shorts. I couldn't help staring. She was doing herself--a grown woman, Marie's mother--with a dildo! She looked up at me.
"Dave."
Was it a question? a plea? a startled reaction?
Her eyes teared, and her face blushed as she stood up, pulling the long vibrator out from between her legs and letting the nightie drop over her magnificent bush. I struggled to find the right words, but nothing came, and all the while my cock stood stiffly in front of me, a silent testament to my thoughts. She never looked at it, but at my eyes--she held them for a magic, passionate, but frustrating, moment.
She opened the door and walked out.
I stood over the toilet for several minutes until I softened enough to pee. As I relieved myself, I looked around the bathroom. On the floor, bunched in a tiny ball, were a pair of blue panties, her panties, which matched her blue gown. I picked them up--a talisman that might continue the moment. But the room was empty and cold, while the storm buffeted the camper. I held Kay's panties and walked back to my bed. By the time I closed the door--I certainly didn't want to be discovered beating off--I was hard again. I laid down and closed my eyes. I replayed what had happened-what I had seen.
Holding Kay's still moist silky panties to my nose, smelling her womanly scent, I wrapped my other hand around my cock and slowly began to stroke myself. I had a new fantasy: I imagined her sitting, as I had just seen her, masturbating with a dildo. I had seen pictures, but I had never seen a woman actually doing it. I imagined kneeling close, caressing her legs, watching her do herself for me.
"You interrupted me." I heard a woman's voice barely audible over a sudden explosion of thunder. I opened my eyes. In the flash of lightning that followed I saw Kay standing over me. She was still wearing the baby-blue nightie.
"I—"
She took her panties from me but continued to hold them to my nose. "My baby likes that?"
I looked up at her. She smiled at me in a way I'd never seen. "Yes," I said, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.
She leaned down, her tits resting heavily on my chest. She spread her panties out over my face. "Can you smell the scent?" She whispered in my ear. "That's my pussy . . . you've thought of it haven't you? Damp and hot? So mysterious?"
"Yes."
"I've noticed that you can't keep your eyes off me." She bit my ear. "And just now, you would have beat-off thinking about me." I couldn't believe that she would talk so openly to me. "Have you ever had an older woman?" She slid her tits over my chest. "A real woman?"
"No."
She licked my face. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," I whispered.
She got on the bed and knelt over me. "You've had my daughter. Haven't you?"
I couldn't believe how much I was turned on by her. "Kay . . . It was—"
She lowered her curly mound to the base of my cock. "I know you've had her." Slowly, she let herself rest on me, and slid up until my cock nestled between the puffy moist lips of her vulva. "And now, you'll have me."
She sat up and turned the light on. "I want you to see me while we make love."
Slowly, she lifted her gown over her head and dropped it next to me. She grinned, and cupped her
breasts in her hands. "Mmm," she moaned as she fingered her nipples; when they were large and hard, she let her breasts hang down, pendulous. She was breathtaking. I didn’t see her weight, I saw her . . . the very essence of womanhood.
I put my hands on her hips and ran them up over the soft, ripples of flesh that formed as she leaned
forward. I wrapped my hands around her breasts. After years of fantasizing about them, I can't describe how it felt to hold them . . . surprising, ecstatic, arousing . . .
She grinned at me and sighed. She moved forward, freeing my cock, but letting her tits hang into my face.
I kissed, sucked, licked and kneaded them. We both moaned and sighed. She sat up, pulling her nipple out of my mouth with a slurping sound. "I said, you interrupted me." I looked up and tried to find her nipple again. "It would only be polite to help me finish." She moved forward to kneel above my face.
Kay's bush was lush, the curly wet hair of her pussy formed a point an inch above my mouth. And protruding through the straight cleft of her sex, fringed in ringlets of brown hair, were the wrinkled pink lips of her inner lips. I realized that my fantasy was about to come true. I moved my head to kiss her. Her scent filled my nostrils as I put my lips to her. Her taste seemed to spread though my mouth, subtle but intoxicating. I stuck my tongue out.
She pulled her hips away and laughed. "Is that it?"
She teased me with her crotch, it pumped closer and farther from me. "Is that what you want?"
I tried desperately to kiss it again. "Kay?" I begged.
"What?"
"Please? Let me have it." I pleaded.
“What, baby?"
"Your . . ." I couldn't say it.
She pressed her sex to my lips, then pulled it away. "What?"
"Your . . . pussy," I whispered.
She teased me ruthlessly, but she was getting excited as well. For a few minutes, Kay stopped. She kept her pussy lightly above my mouth. My tongue flicked between her lips, over her clit and up into her hole. My nose was buried in her hairy mound, and I looked up at her. I had never seen a woman radiate such ecstasy. I loved the fullness of her build.
"Ooo . . . baby . . . you do learn so fast."
Suddenly, the room went dark as she sat down harder on my face. I opened my mouth wide to her. Her thighs clamped my head, and she wildly fucked my face.
My hands found her bouncing tits. I pinched and pulled her nipples, as her juices flooded my mouth. She screamed and her fingers rubbed her hard clit. She rode my face, humping and gyrating with abandon.
Suddenly she slid forward, my nose was buried in her slippery hole, and my mouth was pressed against her asshole.
It happened so quickly that I found myself with my lips surrounding her puckered hole and my tongue pressing against it. It . . . God . . . her asshole! It pulsed against my mouth. As she climaxed, I pushed my tongue up her butt-hole. She grabbed my hair and pulled. Her love juices dripped over my face.
Finally, she relaxed and laid down next to me. Her hand slid down, over my cock. I sighed, and started to pump.
"No," she whispered, and took her hand away. "Not tonight." She licked my face. "I've changed my mind."
"Kay?" I pushed my cock against her thigh and started humping. "You've got to let me."
She stood and picked up her blue panties. "All day, you'll think about me." She leaned forward and kissed my cock, sticking her tongue in its tiny hole. "Mmm . . . tomorrow, I'll let you have me." She turned to the door.
"Kay, I've got to cum."
She took my hand and placed it on my cock. "You know how." She turned off the light and opened the door. She tossed her panties to me. "By the way, you probably know that Marie has a boyfriend . . . " she smiled, ". . . so you're all mine."
The door closed, and as I rubbed my cock I tried to image climbing on top of Kay, slipping my cock inside her, and humping her. "Tomorrow," I sighed.
Last year, home from college, Marie's mother invited me to join them at Myrtle Beach and to stay with them in their camper by the ocean. The camper had three beds in separate rooms, bathroom, kitchenette, living room, the works. It was exactly what I expected, and it was great.
For the two weeks, I saw Marie wearing only a tiny bikini, and I spent much of the time excited, but Marie and I had an understanding that we were much better friends than we could be lovers. In high school, we had tried. We did it a couple of times, but that was all there was to it. We both got off, but it wasn't really what it could have been. We weren't meant to be lovers, just good friends.
Marie's mom, Kay, had treated me like I was her son. She owned a small bookstore, and she was always very proper, but over the years I learned that she had a fun loving side.
Kay had a pretty face, and although she was short and pudgy, with shoulder-length brown hair, she was an attractive woman. She seemed oblivious to her weight as she trekked around the dunes, swam, or danced. Sometimes I'd watch her, not as Marie's mom but as a woman. Her ass was large, her legs were thick and shapely, and her tits were huge. Whenever I thought of them, I found myself imagining what it would be like to fondle and suck breasts that big.
Before this, I never saw Kay in anything but her work clothes: simple dresses, or skirts and blouses, and sweaters in winter. Sometimes, she'd have a blouse on that puckered in the front letting me see the lacy cups of her bra, and I would find ways to look down her blouse and see the wonderful globes of her tits. But around the campgrounds, Kay wore a one piece, black, silky bathing suit. Her breasts overflowed, threatening to spill out, and sometimes, I'd see her nipples outlined in her suit. It had become habit, I'd see the shape of her nipples and I'd start to get excited and I'd have to hide myself.
Near the end of the first week, Marie’s father got called away on business, so he left. One night, after watching a late movie on TV, Kay said it was late, and we all went to bed. My bedroom was at one end of the camper and Kay's and her husband's was at the other, Marie slept in the middle. During the night, I woke to a raging thunderstorm. Listening to the thunder crashing and the rain pelting the roof, I realized I had to pee, so I got up to go to the bathroom. I had nothing on but my boxers. The camper was rocking with the violent storm raging around it. The smell of salt water filled the air, just like on the beach.
I entered the very small but adequate bathroom yawning and rubbing my eyes. I pulled my cock out as I closed the door behind me. When I turned around, flipping the light on, I saw Kay sitting on the can, with her legs out stretched and apart.
I was scared, embarrassed, and, suddenly, excited.
She had on a shear, baby blue nightie that was bunched around her waist. Her massive tits were clearly visible, hanging heavy and tempting, with large, dark, pointy nipples. But unbelievably, her hand hovered above the vee shaped patch of curly brown hair sticking out from under the lacy edge of the gown, and almost hidden in it was the flat end of a pink plastic vibrator.
Kay gasped and tugged the edge of her nightie with her other hand.
"Oh, God!" I said. The room was so small, she was so close, and I couldn't hide my erect cock which stuck up through the fly in my shorts. I couldn't help staring. She was doing herself--a grown woman, Marie's mother--with a dildo! She looked up at me.
"Dave."
Was it a question? a plea? a startled reaction?
Her eyes teared, and her face blushed as she stood up, pulling the long vibrator out from between her legs and letting the nightie drop over her magnificent bush. I struggled to find the right words, but nothing came, and all the while my cock stood stiffly in front of me, a silent testament to my thoughts. She never looked at it, but at my eyes--she held them for a magic, passionate, but frustrating, moment.
She opened the door and walked out.
I stood over the toilet for several minutes until I softened enough to pee. As I relieved myself, I looked around the bathroom. On the floor, bunched in a tiny ball, were a pair of blue panties, her panties, which matched her blue gown. I picked them up--a talisman that might continue the moment. But the room was empty and cold, while the storm buffeted the camper. I held Kay's panties and walked back to my bed. By the time I closed the door--I certainly didn't want to be discovered beating off--I was hard again. I laid down and closed my eyes. I replayed what had happened-what I had seen.
Holding Kay's still moist silky panties to my nose, smelling her womanly scent, I wrapped my other hand around my cock and slowly began to stroke myself. I had a new fantasy: I imagined her sitting, as I had just seen her, masturbating with a dildo. I had seen pictures, but I had never seen a woman actually doing it. I imagined kneeling close, caressing her legs, watching her do herself for me.
"You interrupted me." I heard a woman's voice barely audible over a sudden explosion of thunder. I opened my eyes. In the flash of lightning that followed I saw Kay standing over me. She was still wearing the baby-blue nightie.
"I—"
She took her panties from me but continued to hold them to my nose. "My baby likes that?"
I looked up at her. She smiled at me in a way I'd never seen. "Yes," I said, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.
She leaned down, her tits resting heavily on my chest. She spread her panties out over my face. "Can you smell the scent?" She whispered in my ear. "That's my pussy . . . you've thought of it haven't you? Damp and hot? So mysterious?"
"Yes."
"I've noticed that you can't keep your eyes off me." She bit my ear. "And just now, you would have beat-off thinking about me." I couldn't believe that she would talk so openly to me. "Have you ever had an older woman?" She slid her tits over my chest. "A real woman?"
"No."
She licked my face. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," I whispered.
She got on the bed and knelt over me. "You've had my daughter. Haven't you?"
I couldn't believe how much I was turned on by her. "Kay . . . It was—"
She lowered her curly mound to the base of my cock. "I know you've had her." Slowly, she let herself rest on me, and slid up until my cock nestled between the puffy moist lips of her vulva. "And now, you'll have me."
She sat up and turned the light on. "I want you to see me while we make love."
Slowly, she lifted her gown over her head and dropped it next to me. She grinned, and cupped her
breasts in her hands. "Mmm," she moaned as she fingered her nipples; when they were large and hard, she let her breasts hang down, pendulous. She was breathtaking. I didn’t see her weight, I saw her . . . the very essence of womanhood.
I put my hands on her hips and ran them up over the soft, ripples of flesh that formed as she leaned
forward. I wrapped my hands around her breasts. After years of fantasizing about them, I can't describe how it felt to hold them . . . surprising, ecstatic, arousing . . .
She grinned at me and sighed. She moved forward, freeing my cock, but letting her tits hang into my face.
I kissed, sucked, licked and kneaded them. We both moaned and sighed. She sat up, pulling her nipple out of my mouth with a slurping sound. "I said, you interrupted me." I looked up and tried to find her nipple again. "It would only be polite to help me finish." She moved forward to kneel above my face.
Kay's bush was lush, the curly wet hair of her pussy formed a point an inch above my mouth. And protruding through the straight cleft of her sex, fringed in ringlets of brown hair, were the wrinkled pink lips of her inner lips. I realized that my fantasy was about to come true. I moved my head to kiss her. Her scent filled my nostrils as I put my lips to her. Her taste seemed to spread though my mouth, subtle but intoxicating. I stuck my tongue out.
She pulled her hips away and laughed. "Is that it?"
She teased me with her crotch, it pumped closer and farther from me. "Is that what you want?"
I tried desperately to kiss it again. "Kay?" I begged.
"What?"
"Please? Let me have it." I pleaded.
“What, baby?"
"Your . . ." I couldn't say it.
She pressed her sex to my lips, then pulled it away. "What?"
"Your . . . pussy," I whispered.
She teased me ruthlessly, but she was getting excited as well. For a few minutes, Kay stopped. She kept her pussy lightly above my mouth. My tongue flicked between her lips, over her clit and up into her hole. My nose was buried in her hairy mound, and I looked up at her. I had never seen a woman radiate such ecstasy. I loved the fullness of her build.
"Ooo . . . baby . . . you do learn so fast."
Suddenly, the room went dark as she sat down harder on my face. I opened my mouth wide to her. Her thighs clamped my head, and she wildly fucked my face.
My hands found her bouncing tits. I pinched and pulled her nipples, as her juices flooded my mouth. She screamed and her fingers rubbed her hard clit. She rode my face, humping and gyrating with abandon.
Suddenly she slid forward, my nose was buried in her slippery hole, and my mouth was pressed against her asshole.
It happened so quickly that I found myself with my lips surrounding her puckered hole and my tongue pressing against it. It . . . God . . . her asshole! It pulsed against my mouth. As she climaxed, I pushed my tongue up her butt-hole. She grabbed my hair and pulled. Her love juices dripped over my face.
Finally, she relaxed and laid down next to me. Her hand slid down, over my cock. I sighed, and started to pump.
"No," she whispered, and took her hand away. "Not tonight." She licked my face. "I've changed my mind."
"Kay?" I pushed my cock against her thigh and started humping. "You've got to let me."
She stood and picked up her blue panties. "All day, you'll think about me." She leaned forward and kissed my cock, sticking her tongue in its tiny hole. "Mmm . . . tomorrow, I'll let you have me." She turned to the door.
"Kay, I've got to cum."
She took my hand and placed it on my cock. "You know how." She turned off the light and opened the door. She tossed her panties to me. "By the way, you probably know that Marie has a boyfriend . . . " she smiled, ". . . so you're all mine."
The door closed, and as I rubbed my cock I tried to image climbing on top of Kay, slipping my cock inside her, and humping her. "Tomorrow," I sighed.
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