This is a fantasy that I had about one of four of my friends moms when I was a kid. I wish it would’ve happened.
Growing up in Guthrie, Oklahoma, small town, part of the Bible belt, had its disadvantages. Before I even hit double digits I was a horny little bastard. But a small town, if I got into trouble, the whole town knew and I could assume that word got back to my parents. Both my parents had respectable jobs. So there was very little outlet other than looking at my dad‘s pornography collection, which was mainly penthouses and hustlers and the forums.
That first paragraph was reality This next part is some of the fantasies that got me through life as a teenager.
I had about four really close friends, and I had a crush on each one of their mothers one mom was a single Hispanic, who had a wonderful daughter about my age. Another one was in a turbulent marriage, but I didn’t know that at the time or I might’ve tried to take advantage of it. Another one was a very skinny a cup bra, milf who had a husband who scared the living daylights out of me. And the last one, she was just hot. Went through a divorce and then married the band director of my high school.
The one who was going through the turbulent marriage was maybe about 5 foot two, probably around 35 maybe 37, brunette, with some massive breast. She was not fat by any stretch of the imagination. She had a beautiful butt that I absolutely loved looking at. I would find excuses and reasons to go over there, especially when I knew her son, my friend, was at Work at the bowling alley.
Myearly Saturday mornings were the best time for me to show up. My friend had gone to Work and her husband had also gone to Work and she was sitting there at the house alone. Usually in a robe that did nothing to flatter her. She truly was the one that made the robe look, sexy.
Like most Saturday mornings, she was sitting at her rustic mahogany, leather chase lounger reading a book and she motions me to come in. I have been her son’s friend since I was 10 years old and I’ve had a crush on her since that time also, and I’m now 15. I’m 6 foot 2” tall, broad shoulders really tight butt and I walk over and I sit down beside her. We make small talk and out of the blue I say you are the most beautiful lady I think I have ever met. She put her book down, blushed and said well I guess you haven’t met too many women. I smiled, and I said wrong and even if I haven’t met that many, I know beauty when I see it. She goes well. I wish my husband appreciated me like that. We made some more small talking and I asked her, are you happy?
She started crying, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and she put her head on my chest. I kissed her lightly on top of her head. I already knew the answer before I asked the question. She pulled her head off my chest and started apologizing and I said don’t you dare apologize. You have been neglected. You have been taken for granted. And you’re wondering if it’s your fault. She shook her head, yes and started crying again. I held her a little firmer this time, cupping her head into my chest, so she couldn’t pull away so easily. I said baby, you are magnificent. Your husband’s a fool. I am your friend. And I have had a crush on you since I was 10 years old. She pulled away, I could see her confused look on her face. I could see the redness in her eyes. I could feel her tears on my shirt. A moved toward her. We both knew that I was going to kiss her and I could hear her debating in her head. What do I do?
Our lips touch and there’s a slight kiss I pull back and I look at her. Our eyes are locked on each other and I kiss her again this time a little longer. She pushes me away and says this is wrong. I can’t do this. I’m a married woman. You’re just a boy. I said how old were you when you first fell in love? She pondered the question and said I guess I was 12. I said so you know that someone who is 12 or my case 15 understands the feeling of love. ❤️. And you’re a married woman and you’re being neglected while your husband cheats on you. I want to make you happy. I want to provide a little spark in your day. I want you to know you’re desirable. I want you to know that there is a man who does appreciate you I’m not looking to take his place. But I would like to make you feel good about yourself. She cries again and I hold onto her and I’m kissing her. I kiss her forehead. I kiss her neck and her head her ears. I whisper I love you. ❤️. She goes. No you’re in lust. I said how about puppy love? She said yes, that too. I ask is that a bad thing? She answers with her own kiss.
We spend the next 30 minutes sitting on the couch, touching each other. My fingers running through her hair down her neck, my fingers traveling over her arms. She’s touching my chest and kissing my neck. Her robe opens, and she has a little nightgown on. No bra, and I touch the forbidden fruit. Her nipples harden. I cup her large beautiful breast in my hand, and I lower my head, and I begin to kiss her through her nightgown. I can feel her nipples hardening as I kiss them through the thin fabric. Her breath changes to short, shallow breathing. A soft moan escapes her lips. I kissed back up to her neck and I French kiss her this time and she French kisses me back.
I take her robe off I know that her husband is gone and won’t be back for hours, but I also know her son will be back in a couple hours. But it gives us enough time. I stand up and I offer my hands. She takes them and I help her up. I tower over her. And she says Bob will you take me? Please. I know it’s wrong. I know we shouldn’t. But there is a passion inside of me that I thought was dead. You brought it to life and you can’t just leave me. I pick her up in my arms and I carry her upstairs. She giggles and later tells me no one has ever carried her anywhere before not since she was a child. We get up to her bedroom. She takes my shirt off. She kisses my chest. I’m wearing shorts because it’s summertime and she slides them down along with my underwear. They hit the ground. I kick off my tennis shoes. She falls to her knees without me asking, and she begins to take my cock into her hands and suck on it. This is my first blow job and I looked down and I see her eyes looking up at me as she is masterfully, sucking and jerking on my cock. I had masturbated before coming over because I wanted this and I wanted it tolast. She sucks me for a good 5 to 6 minutes and says are you ready?
I lay her on the bed and I say not yet. She looks surprised, and then I dropped to my knees and my face burrows into her crotch, and I begin to lick and eat that pussy. Something I find out that her husband has never done. I’m no expert, but I have read a lot in hustler magazines and forums and penthouse magazines so I kind of knew my way around. I licked her up and down, circling her clit. I slid two fingers into her looking for her G spot. Again, I had no idea what I was doing, but I think I found it because of her response. I continue to lick her growing clit and rub that special spot inside of her. Her butt came off the bed, her hands crashed to the back of my head, pulling me into her and the beautiful sexual moans and groans and sound she made were beyond my pornographic, wildest beliefs and fantasies.
I continue to lick her through her orgasm and when it settled, I stood up and I said now I’m ready. I didn’t say a word I lined my cock up, and I plunged it into her pussy. I stroke her several times and then pulled out and ran my cock head over her clit and then back into her pussy. She brought her legs up and put them on either side of my head. She said Bob fuck me harder baby. Make me feel your love. Make me believe you really want my pussy and my heart. After a few minutes, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I also knew she had not cum.
I pull out and I tell her get on top of me and ride me. I tell her to put my cock in the exact spot that she needs it. I tell her she’s in charge. I tell her to fuck me the way she wants to fuck me. She bends over and kisses me and her hair trails down, and it forms a tunnel between our eyes. We French kiss and I’m squeezing her beautiful breast. Soon she begins to cum and it’s real. I can fill her pussy clenching onto my cock, and then I can feel her cum running down my balls. After she comes down from her orgasm, she’s asked if I came I said no, not yet. She said you are a man. Greatest compliment I’ve ever had at that time in my life. She gets on her knees and I take her from behind and I pound her pussy. I fucking pound it hard and I pound it fast.
I’m telling her that this is my pussy and I’m going to fill it with cum as often as I can. She doesn’t have another orgasm, but I do and I fill her with my seed. Later, she tells me she’s on birth control and she doesn’t want any more kids, but she does like sex. She lays on her back and she pushes my seed out of her beautiful pussy and she takes her fingers scooping it up, and she eats it while looking at me right in the eyes. She tells me she has never done that with any Man. She’s never had a man eat her, she’d never had an orgasm from oral sex before. She also said she’s never allowed a man to come in her mouth but the next time we’re together, she would like to taste my cum because it taste pretty good coming out of my pussy she says. That was the day that I lost my virginity.
I spend the next two years fucking this woman every chance I got. She loved sucking cock and eating my cum! Unfortunately, She passed away in 2017. I never did fuck her in real life but this was my fantasy that I had about her. It’s a fantasy that I masturbated to almost every night. Now that I’m older, I’m looking for a young lady. Around 15, that I can teach these things too.
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