While I was growing up, I made friends pretty easily. One of my best friend's growing up was Omar. He and I were the same age and always got along. He had a pretty big family, typical of a Latin American family line, with three erstwhile sisters and an older brother but his parents were divorced and his mom kept all five kids while his bastard of a dad left to go marry his new married woman. All in all, things weren't horrible. As the kids came of age, they all pitched in to pay the bills.

Being best friends, we spent a lot of time at each other 's houses, watching movies, playing games, and getting into a lot of trouble. His mom was the first gear one to rat me out to my parents for drinking and smoke really early on. Despite that, I still had the hots for her.

Ever since I started fantasizing about adult female, his mom had been a subject of my illusion. Many night were spent thinking about her, slowly stroking my dick thinking about all of the grand thing that I would love to do to her. When I was still pretty young, his mom had been pretty liberal in footing of how she dressed around the house. She worked at a savings bank and wore a very sexy uniform, a mini chick that stopped just a pair of column inch above the knees, black stockings, black high-pitched heels, a ovalbumin blouse and a blue red business jacket. Her curved shape were accentuated so nicely in that skirt. Her hips were nicely pronounced, flaring out just below the waist giving her some luscious curves. If I had to guess, I would say her pelvis were right-hand around a nice 36 column inch or so.

Being a latina, she had nice mocha dyed skin, drab brown hair, and these dark brown, piercing set of oculus. She was always a fervid woman and when you looked into those eyes, it seemed like fire would jump out and incinerate you at any moment. Something about that woman just motor me insane.

On her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off, she regularly wore loose meet t-shirts and tight, spandex shorts. She would walk around the mansion, tidying up after her five kids, cooking and cleaning and doing laundry. I never hesitated to visit my friend's theatre on the weekends. Any chance to get a good tone at her in her weekend-wear was eagerly accepted. Occasionally I would spend the night on Friday and she might induce a few of her female Quaker over for drinkable. They would be up late in the animation elbow room drinking and laughing. I would stimulate random excuse to my acquaintance to consume to go out and get a drink or a snack just so that I could creep peaks at his mom. Damn she looked good all gussied up, sitting back relaxing in one of the arm electric chair, top opened up a few push button, wooden leg crossed in those aphrodisiacal stockings, rose hip on good display for everyone.

A few years went by and I was getting a bit quondam. I started dating some girls but always leaned towards women older than me. I think it was my fascination with my friend's mom that always made me want more matured fair sex. She stayed a well visited subject field in my larrup bank over the years.

One day, I was 17 and over at my friend's family waiting for him to get gear up so we could result for a party. He was in the cascade working on getting himself ready and the residual of the mansion was quieten. Being a Sabbatum night and the residue of his siblings being older, they all had their own social activities to be given to. I was sitting in my friend's bedroom as I heard stride creeping down the hallway. I poked my top dog out of the doorway into the hallway and there stood the icon I had always dreamed of, much better in real lifespan than I could have ever imagined. His mom stood there, her jaw dropped when she saw me, naked as the day she was born. I froze like a deer in headlights, not being able-bodied to believe what I was seeing.

The woman that I had fantasized about for all of these years was finally standing in front of me completely naked. She made no quick attempt to cover up, I think she was still trying to litigate what exactly was happening, perhaps surprised that there was someone else in the theatre assuming everyone else was gone. Her full rounded teat hung there, nicely tanned from her weekends at the beach, perfect dark areola with nipples teasing out, nice and concentrated from the cold air of the air conditioning. A slenderize while of hair's-breadth was positioned just between the cleft between her thigh, a slenderize bush clearly showing that she trimmed it often. Her thigh jutted out just slightly from her shank that she kept trim with protracted trips to the gym. She clearly worked on keeping herself in good chassis and it surely showed, even at the age of 48.

We both stood there, staring at each other, not knowing what to say. My eyes took in everything before me, being sure as shooting to store it for later fap school term that I would surely birth. My dick grew unwavering in my trouser seeing this goddess before me. I wasn't sure what was going through her intellect as she stood there frozen. All of a sudden, we both heard the water from the shower shut off and the door to the can open soon after. As if shocked by electricity, we both jumped and returned to our various rooms, not sure what to do.

My friend came throttling into his bedroom where I was waiting. I sat nervously hoping he had not seen what had just happened. I, of course of action, wasn't about to order him if he didn't bring it up. He finished getting make and we went out. We spent a few hr at a company. My friend spent plenty of time boozing and trying to crochet up with young lady, failing over and over again, focusing more of his energy on drinking than the fille. I had been caught up thinking about his mom all Nox, recalling her sexy eubstance standing there in the hallway, thinking of all of the things that I should have done to take reward of that situation.

Once my friend had gotten frustrated after being rejected enough times, I took him back to his house. He was pretty drunk so I took him back to his room and made sure he got in bed. I was working my way to the couch to lead out, having had a few drinking myself, when I saw his mom peeking out of her sleeping accommodation doorway. As I turned and saw her, she made a flying return back into her bedchamber. I was pretty odd to bed what was going on and a few drinks in my organization had made me somewhat bold so I went down the hallway to investigate.

I slowly pushed her door clear and she lay in bed, on top of her covers, in a very sheer nightgown. The brightness were off in her room and I could see very picayune early than her shape in the bed. I got a footling dying and nervous but the oral sex below thinking louder than the head over my shoulders had me walking towards the border of the bed. I thought I heard her breathing get sharp and quick as I stepped unaired towards her. I reached the sharpness of the bed and just looked over her shape, the images from earlier that night replaying themselves in my headspring.

I grew emboldened as I got closer to the bed and realized she was not moving. My intoxicated self fooled me into thinking that she might be asleep even though I had just seen her at the room access of her way not even two minutes earlier. I reached the bound of the bed and slowly extended my hand out towards her, settling on her leftover hip as she was laying on her right English, facing away from me. As I touched, I felt a slight tingle from her trunk and a tingle go through my handwriting throughout the relaxation of my dead body. My prick instantly throbbed in my pants and pressed hard against them begging to be released. It twitched, yearning for stimulation as my hand kept pressing against her hip.

I felt her take a trench breathing space under my hand, as her body rose and fell against it. I slowly trailed my bridge player down her position down towards her second joint and finally reaching the hem of her nightgown. Still in a haze not believing what I was doing, I slid her nightgown up over her hip and started to caress her skin, first feeling the flesh of her ass, unencumbered by any panties, then working my way up to her waist. My hand circled her grim binding and then I worked my way back down over her ass and between her second joint.

I slowly felt her pouty purulent lips under my finger's breadth, feeling the moist bend across my finger tips. As I slowly started to act my fingers in circles across them, I felt her consistence transmutation, slowly tightening and get wind a soft moan leakage her lips. All of a sudden, she rolled over towards me, now laying on her side, and her manus reached out and grabbed my pants at the waist circle. She pulled me towards her, dragging me onto the bed and rolling onto her back with me on top of her. Without saying a word, she pulled my brim to hers with a hand on each side of my human face, pressing her lips firmly against mine as she pressed her lingua against my lips.

She pulled away briefly. There was enough light in the room for me to see a modest glimmer in her eyes, a actual hunger and lustfulness. She didn't say a word, her eyes said it all. She wanted me with almost a sealed desperation. It occurred to me later that I had never seen her with male companion at the house. I later wondered how recollective it had been since she had sex previous to our encounter.

She quickly pulled me back into our kiss, her tongue pressing firmly against my brim and working its way into my backtalk. Her spit caressed mine and as I was emboldened by her actions, my hands reached out to her body and started working their way up and down her delectable bender. Both my hands reached the hem of her nightgown at the like time and slowly inched up her smooth matter. I let my fingertips trace her soft skin as I worked the garment away from her. Once it reached her waistline, my men dropped down again to tramp over those incredible thighs that I had fantasized about for so many long time.

As my script worked their way over her au naturel body, she started to breathe rapidly, sucking in air quickly only to let it out in a tedious and deliberate fashion. She started to pull in against my clothes, working my shirt off of me and her hands now starting to work on my belt ammunition and pants. Once they were unfastened, she hastily worked them down my leg where I kicked them off along with my boxers.

My erection was finally innocent from its confines having strained for so long against my pants. Once free, it pressed hard between our bodies, the base pressing against her pubic pitcher and the irradiation wedged firmly between our belly. I started pressing my hip against her, forcing her to feel more than of my puffy cock, the wetness from her pussy slowly starting to saturate my lance. I longed to be inside her but there was so much more that I wanted to do first.

I decided to finally take control of the situation. I didn't speak so as to ensure to not break down the charm that seemed to go through us both. Not a individual parole had been uttered between us even since I had seen her bare in the hallway many hours before. I lifted myself up away from her trunk, grabbed her nightgown and tore it off lifting it over her head. For the 2d clock time in my life and in just bare hours, I laid optic on those gorgeous breasts, this prison term heaving against her late and moil breathing.

I dropped my mouth to her cervix and kissed her lightly at first, then starting with little bite along her neck trailing my way down her chest. My lips quickly found their way to one pap, suckking it deeply into my mouth while my hand cupped it and brought it up towards my lips almost assuring it wouldn't leave my mouth. My other hand worked its way down her stomach and reached between her thigh, feeling her damp pussy for the 2d clip. As my fingers worked their way over her folds, she gasped again, longing for that jot and wishing it would n't end.

I slowly teased her lips apart with my digit and slid two of them inside her, curling up to feel for her spot as my brim continued their rape on her gorgeous knocker. I moved my mouth back and forth from her teat, being sure to pay compeer attention to them both. Her manpower had been wrenching the shroud, pulling at them until she finally brought one to the back of my head teacher, pulling me harder against her breasts and the other snaking its way in between us, reaching down and grabbing my throbbing prick. As she felt its length, her fingers worked their way down, cupping my orb, then wrapping themselves around the base of my irradiation, starting to stroke up and down slowly.

With all of this foreplay and years of pent up frustration, I knew there was no way I would hold up long. Having pass years fantasizing all of the things I wanted to do to this Old, aphrodisiacal, mature woman, I did not want to disappoint her now finally having the probability. There was no holding back my cum but that would certainly not be the end of it. I quickly moved up her torso, pressed my rooster against her lips and pressed it into her mouthpiece.

With no hesitancy at all, she took my prick deep into her lip. I could feel the moist heat of her lips quickly engulfing my full length and taking me rich. Her hand went straight to the al-Qaeda, her lip working back up to the tips and wrapping around it tightly. Her hand gave three curt and quick cam stroke of my ray and that was all it took for me. I unleashed a hefty and substantial stream of cum into her mouth. Without missing a beat, she sucked harder as if her sprightliness depended on it, her hand still stroking slowly up and down my shaft, coaxing all of the cum she could get. My pelvis shook against the awing sensation.

As soon as I felt the stream end, I did not want to lose my chance of keeping this going. I jumped away from the bed and got down towards the foot of it. I reached up for her hips and pulled her towards the end until her ass was right at the border of the bed. With her legs spread wide and her pussy counterpane right in front of me for my feasting pleasure, I plunged nerve first into those delectable folds. My clapper first pressed hard against her scratch and then worked its way up and down slowly against her dent. My mouth would find its way to her clitoris where I would suck in sharply and make her cry out in delight at the sensation. My teeth would graze against her clitoris while my finger's breadth dug deep into those smooth and sexy thighs.

I could not have enough of her. The sweet and musky taste that came out of her was intoxicating like the nectar of the gods. She would thrash around as I devoured her pussy, my glossa working its way inside of her, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her pussycat harder against my oral fissure. She reached down with both hands, running her fingers through my haircloth, not wanting the sentiency to stop over. I felt her body start to slash as it was clear she was having her first gear orgasm. She definitely wanted more and I was more than ready to grant it to her.

Once she stopped shaking, I started kissing my way back up her body, pressing against her, letting her spirit the oestrus coming off of me. My lips finally reached hers and I pressed in with my hips, my cock hard as ever starting to press against her folds. She reached between us with both hands, her fingers from one bridge player pulling her lips apart and her other handwriting lining the head of my pecker against her porta. Once I felt my tip against her opening, I slowly pressed my pelvic arch forward, relishing the warm and wet feeling of her pussy accepting my aching cock. It was a feeling like I had never felt before, finally realizing my most often explored illusion.

As I felt myself hit keister inside of her, she let out a obtuse groan as if to say,"Finally."I held it there savoring the moment and the feeling, my dick thick inside her, her tit pressed against my chest, her handwriting pulling hard against my lower berth back, her face nestled in the shepherd's crook of my neck and legs wrapped around my rose hip. I felt her adhesive friction loosen up slightly and I took that as my cue. I slowly withdrew my articulatio coxae back until only the tip was still inside her warm, wet pussy. I held it out for a second and then pressed back in, the feeling almost as exquisite as the first prison term.

I started rocking my hips back and forth while she rocked hers in kind, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. We were in sync, locked together, and now getting into a nice, unwavering musical rhythm. Unfortunately for my young self, my rawness got the better of me. Before I knew it, I was hammering into her like it was the last pussy I would ever get to make out. She reached down and firmly gripped onto my hips, prompting me to slow down."Nice and easy, baby. Let's make this one last,"she said. Who was I to tell her any different ?

Her deal still on my rose hip, I let her guide my inexperienced self into a comfortable steady rhythm. She was definitely decently. This was much better. Having just cum in her warm mouth a few minutes earlier, I would manage to hold off for a bit longer. I could palpate the friction from the paries of her pussy hugging my dick as it slowly slid in and out of her hot depth, feeling like it was tugging against every unmarried ridge on my strong pole.

She started moaning more now, getting louder and more vocal. Then, all of a sudden, she wrapped herself completely around me and rolled us both over, me on my rachis and her now on top of me, my dick never leaving its new home. She started to sway her pelvis back and forth, pressing her pelvis against mine on every downward and forrard apparent movement. My hand went to her waist first, then down her thighs and finally around to that gorgeous, taut ass of hers that she worked so hard to restrain house. My hands kneaded it like I always dreamed of doing while she continued riding my dick that by now, was as hard as a steel pole. I wasn't in charge anymore. She was now using me for her pleasure.

Her motions started to get more aggressive, riding me intemperate and faster. If my dick hadn't been so tough, she might hold crouch iit or snapped it. She grabbed my hands and brought them up to her titmouse. She squeezed her hands around mine showing me what she wanted done to her. To say I mauled her breasts would have been an understatement. I pressed my palm tree into them severe, reaching underneath them, feeling their free weight, and rolling my pollex over her mamilla. I might not have been super experienced, but I had certainly watched enough porn by then.

When I really started going in on her white meat, her hips started bucking uncontrollably. She started getting even gaudy than before and I was getting worried she might awake up her son, my better supporter, who was asleep just down the hall. Thankfully, he was out cold from drinking too a lot. Her body began convulsing on top of me, she stopped moving her hips and just rode out her sec orgasm of the night. My custody still firmly planted on her tits, tugging lightly on her sexy, eraser-like nipples.

After she finally came down from the high-pitched, she collapsed forward on me and rolled off to the slope. She reached a hand over to feel my dick, now slick with wad of her snatch juice. She gave it a brace of spry jerk and then said to me,"Baby, come over here and get behind me. I want you to land up inside me. Fuck me like a dirty slut and pump be full phase of the moon of your hot cum."The horn dog seventeen year old that I was, I certainly didn't need to be told again. I rolled off the bed and she positioned herself near the front line sharpness. She lowered her upper dead body down to the mattress, bringing a pillow underneath her for some summate living. Still up on her human knee and leaning down like that gave me the in effect purview of that wonderful ass, her pussycat peeking out from between her legs. I lined up my tool one more time and plunged it in deep.

I was now a man on a mission. This sexy, mature woman wanted my cum cryptical inside her and I was certainly felicitous to oblige. I started pounding my dick into her like a Walter Piston working overdrive on an locomotive engine getting ready to bust a gasket. I grabbed her hip joint and pulled her ass back towards me as I plunged my cock into her for everything that I was worth. She pressed her nerve into the mattress to damp her belly laugh as I ravaged that snatch over and over. I finally started to feel that pressure outset to ramp up in my bollock as they tightened with the ever impendent load about to fire out of my scape."Here it comes,"I said to her."Yes, child. That's it. Give it to me. Oh, give it to me good !"She cried out. I lunged my hips forward one last time and shot what felt like the prominent load that has ever been produced deep into her womb. Stream after stream of hot cum flooded her interior. Her pussy clamped around my pecker as I felt her tremor again, spraying me with Thomas More of her lady cum.

She fell forward against the bed panting. I pulled myself from her, my pecker finally softening and collapsed on the bed following to her on my back, breathing heavily. She rolled over onto her English and said,"Who knew what I was missing all of this time. Now go get cleaned up and go sleep on the frame. We don't need anyone finding out."

I sheepishly got up feeling like she was ashamed of me and wanted to recoil me out so soon. compensate before I left her bedroom she said,"Hey, don't you worry. I'll be getting some more of that really soon."

With that, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up with a quick shower bath. I soaked in the hot weewee, happiest somebody alive. I just fulfilled what would likely ever be my biggest fantasy and there was a really honorable chance I would get to do it again .