I just want to share a true story ; my number 1 clock time with my friend 's mom.

I was xvii, I had never had sex before but I was spending a lot of my time jerking off in my elbow room with the door closed. I spent much of my time skipping schooling and hanging out at a friend 's star sign. I wo n't refer his name or his mom 's name here for obvious reasons.

He was the new kid in class and I would go over to his star sign almost every day to listen to music and lookout man moving picture, play TV games and poppycock like that. His mom was in her ahead of time forties, exclusive and went where the body of work was, so they moved around a lot and they did n't stimulate many friends.

One morning I stopped by before school while they were still having breakfast. I sat at the kitchen board and watched as his mom served him food and each sentence she bent over to grab a dental plate or shabu, her shirt would come down forward so that I could see both of her bare breasts hanging there !

These were the first tits I 'd ever seen in person and I could n't take my center off of them. They were probably a c cup and I remember being impressed by how big her sour mamilla were ! Each ended with a large stubby pencil eraser and they hung so much lower than any girl my age could have.

This woman had already had two children. The way they hung made them look bigger than they actually were and between quick glimpse my imagination was going barbarian ! By the time she noticed what I was staring at, I was pretty hard. She grabbed her shirt shoe collar before my Friend could see what was going on and left the room embarrassed.

A few days later I knew my booster was out but I pretended to not know so that I could tempt myself in to wait. She was cultivated and squeamish but there was also a kind of tension between us. Ever since that first light I was looking at her as a sex symbol. I was picturing her hanker nipples when she caught me staring at her body. It became obvious what was going happen when she said we could n't do this.

I wo n't lie, I pretty much begged. I told her that I could n't halt thinking about her and that I wanted her to learn me how to fuck.

I think she was a little lonely and pretty horny and enjoying the attention even though she knew this was amiss. I moved toward her as I talked and she backed up slowly until she hit the kitchen sideboard. Even though she did n't stop me from kissing her, my deal on her pap over her shirt caused her to inhale sharply and rest intemperate, exasperated.

She asked me what experience I had. I told her hugging, frenching and a short touching. Her hand moved over the bulge in my bloomers feeling how firmly she made me. Fumbling with the zipper she finally took me out for a few good strokes and then right there in the middle of their kitchen, she dropped to her knee and took me in her mouth gently.

My first blow job did n't last longer than five arcminute before I was cumming in her mouth. It was too a great deal for me. She knew how to work me and the thought of my friend 's mom on her knees with my hard hammer in her back talk was overwhelming.

I do n't do it how much I came, but I heard her swallow twice, gulping down my jizz. When I looked down, her backtalk were wrapped around the principal and her clapper tickling me from underneath. She swallowed and kissed the tip of my slit. I was embarrassed but she said I should n't be.

Taking me by the hand, she led me down the hall to her sleeping room. I 'd never been inside it all the way before. The cheeseparing I ever came to entering her bedroom was standing at the door. It was modest, I knew they did n't have much money, but they were clean and her bed was tidy and small, pushed up against the wall under the window.

She turned and closed the door behind us before pulling her Tshirt over her promontory and asking me if I liked what I saw the former day. Feeling blood spate back into my turncock, I looked down to see the effect she was having on me. I realized that I never zipped up after my kitchen cock sucking, but also that maybe I should also take off my clothes.

I said something like, `` Yeah, I think you 're really sexy. ``

She pushed me onto the bed to sit at the edge as though it were a sofa. My erection was pointed straight up as she straddled me and lowered her pluck drop curtain breasts into my face so that I could suck on them. Her pink nubs hardened in my mouth and I moved from left to redress as she positioned her hips into the proper position and lowered herself onto me.

Her pussy was hot and wet and she did all the work for us both using her thigh to ride me, lifting herself up and the dropping back down, impaling herself on me. She put my hands on her at foremost, encouraging me to feel her hanging yield and impart them a credit crunch so that her soft breast sum squished between my fingerbreadth. I was in nirvana ! I wondered how many former men had been in my locating underneath my friend 's mom. How old was she actually ? How many men had she slept with ?

Every fourth dimension I squeezed her boob I got a answer ; a smile, an appreciative groan or a word of encouragement. `` emergency my nipples, '' she whispered as she rolled her big hips in my lap.

With each pinch on her with child nipples I noticed her grin and grimace at the same time. `` Harder, '' she directed me to torment her beautiful hanging teets and I happily complied, clamping down on them a little harder with my thumb and index. She would quicken up her rhythm and I could take up to feel her get really wet on my cock.

I never felt a woman get slick down and wet on my prick before and I was thrilled ! I kept squeezing her tough nipples and watching her writhe in rapture, begging for more and fucking me like a groundless fauna !

'' I 'm going to cum ! '' She braced herself on my breast so she could grind even harder against me. `` Do n't discontinue ! Harder, please ! Do it as hard as you can ! ``

For all I knew at the time, mamilla were same clitoris and the harder you squeezed them, the faster a woman would cum. I found out with subsequent girlfriends that this was n't the face, but at the clock time I did as requested and clamped down on her brutalized nips as hard as I could and gave them small twists, tugging on them like I was trying to pull them off !

I came inside her in that instant, while watching my beginning truly deep and exhausted female orgasm ripple through her body in wave after wave of spasming pleasure ! It was the aphrodisiac affair I 'd ever seen and I could n't concord back anymore. I tensed and let my jism explode out of me while I yanking on her nipples like I was milking a cow. The mind that her botheration was part of her pleasure was too lots for me to process.

We were both drenched in sweat in her steamy little bedroom as she collapsed on top of me, kissing me passionately, grateful and affectionately.

She told me I was a good lay. I 'll never forget that. It was almost six now and her son, my friend would probably be home soon. She told me I should go. I dressed while she lay in bed and felt her sore breast, smiling. I did n't want to leave but she said I had to. I asked her if we could do this again and she told me that it probably was n't a beneficial idea. Despite that, I did hail back a few other times throughout that summer when my friend was n't home and his mom taught me a lot about sex but they moved away after that and I never saw her again. He and I reconnected on Facebook recently but they still do n't live near me and I thought it would be weird to ask about his mom .