I just want to share a true chronicle ; my first clock time with my friend 's mom.

I was xvii, I had never had sex before but I was spending a lot of my fourth dimension jerking off in my room with the door closed. I spent much of my time skipping school and hanging out at a friend 's mansion. I wo n't mention 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 home almost every day to listen to music and watch movies, play video games and stuff like that. His mom was in her early XL, single and went where the work was, so they moved around a lot and they did n't have many friends.

One morning I stopped by before school while they were still having breakfast. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as his mom served him food and each meter she bent over to catch a plate or chicken feed, her shirt would fall forward so that I could see both of her bare breasts hanging there !

These were the low tits I 'd ever seen in person and I could n't take my middle off of them. They were probably a c cup and I remember being impressed by how big her dark nipples were ! Each ended with a heavy stubby pencil eraser and they hung so much crushed than any female child my age could have.

This woman had already had two nestling. The way they hung made them look bigger than they actually were and between quick coup d'oeil my imagination was going wild ! By the clock time she noticed what I was staring at, I was pretty hard. She grabbed her shirt collar before my friend could see what was going on and left the room embarrassed.

A few days later I knew my friend was out but I pretended to not bonk so that I could bid myself in to hold off. She was civil and overnice but there was also a kind of tension between us. Ever since that break of the day I was looking at her as a sex symbol. I was picturing her foresightful pap when she caught me staring at her eubstance. 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 stop thinking about her and that I wanted her to instruct me how to fuck.

I think she was a footling lonely and pretty horny and enjoying the attention even though she knew this was wrong. I moved toward her as I talked and she backed up slowly until she hit the kitchen counter. Even though she did n't turn back me from kissing her, my hands on her tits over her shirt caused her to inhale sharply and breathe hard, exasperated.

She asked me what experience I had. I told her fondling, frenching and a piffling touching. Her deal moved over the bump in my drawers feeling how hard she made me. Fumbling with the zip fastener she finally took me out for a few dependable chance event and then right there in the middle of their kitchen, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth gently.

My first be adrift job did n't last farsighted than five transactions before I was cumming in her oral fissure. 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 cock in her mouth was overwhelming.

I do n't know how much I came, but I heard her immerse twice, gulping down my jizz. When I looked down, her lips were wrapped around the head and her tongue tickling me from underneath. She swallowed and kissed the tip of my incision. I was embarrassed but she said I should n't be.

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

She turned and closed the door behind us before pulling her Tshirt over her oral sex and asking me if I liked what I saw the other day. Feeling blood rush back into my cock, 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 aphrodisiacal. ``

She pushed me onto the bed to sit at the edge as though it were a sofa. My erecting was pointed straight up as she straddled me and lowered her split drop breasts into my boldness so that I could suck on them. Her garden pink nubs hardened in my mouth and I moved from left to right as she positioned her hips into the right billet 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 initiative, encouraging me to experience her hanging yield and commit them a credit crunch so that her easygoing breast nub squished between my fingers. I was in promised land ! I wondered how many former men had been in my post underneath my friend 's mom. How old was she actually ? How many men had she slept with ?

Every time I squeezed her breasts I got a response ; a grin, an appreciative groan or a Bible of encouragement. `` filch my mamilla, '' she whispered as she rolled her big hips in my lap.

With each tweak on her declamatory pap I noticed her smile 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 forefinger. She would travel rapidly up her rhythm and I could part to feel her get really wet on my cock.

I never felt a adult female get slick magazine and wet on my cock before and I was thrilled ! I kept squeezing her tough teat and watching her writhe in ecstasy, begging for Thomas More and fucking me like a wild animal !

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

For all I knew at the time, teat were like buttons and the harder you squeezed them, the riotous a woman would cum. I found out with subsequent girl that this was n't the case, but at the time I did as requested and clamped down on her brutalized nip as hard as I could and gave them little device, tugging on them like I was trying to perpetrate them off !

I came inside her in that consequence, while watching my first truly late and exhausted female coming ripple through her body in wave after wave of spasming joy ! It was the aphrodisiac thing I 'd ever seen and I could n't nurse back anymore. I tensed and let my jism explode out of me while I yanking on her teat like I was milking a cow. The mind that her pain was division of her pleasure was too much for me to process.

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

She told me I was a beneficial 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 breasts, smiling. I did n't desire to pull up stakes 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 soundly idea. Despite that, I did come back a few other time throughout that summertime when my friend was n't house 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 go near me and I thought it would be Weird to ask about his mom .