This is about Russell's Mom.

To lead off with, my name is Jay and my skilful chum for virtually of my aliveness has been Russell and this is about my 18th natal day. Well at least the celebration of it the weekend following my 18th birthday. As I was still in High School had to look until the following weekend to whoop it up and that is just what Bill Russell and I had planned.

So early Friday eve I drove over to Russell's house to nibble him up with plans for both of us to head up to my parents cabin for the weekend that was close to a pocket-size country yahoo college town inundated with plenteousness of hot co-eds. Granted Henry Russell and I were still in senior high school day, but both of us being of larger stature, we could pass for college Kid. Even though William Felton Russell was just a young pup of 17.

Arriving at the Wagner's home to cull up Russell, I was met at the threshold by Lori. Lori is Russell's 16-year-old sister that goes to the Lapplander school as we do. Lori is a very hot looking chick, and she knows it, teasing any swinging dick she comes across. She also has an antagonizing riding habit of putting me on the spot with her questions that should be private.

Lori of track was dressed to the nines waiting to go out on a date. She was wearing a slinky mid thigh length, low cut dress that accentuated her vernal bod. She had yet to fill out her chest, but still managed to ingest a cleavage with the supporter of a pushing up bra. Her legs were absolutely perfect though ; from toes to thighs it appeared that they were off a grammatical mannequin.

Me being me, of path I tried to visualize what she looked like under her clothes. It helped as Russell and I a few month ago, were tasked to run to the local under garment boutique for Lori and Mrs. Wilhelm Richard Wagner, to pick up a few items for them. Mrs Wagner gave us instruction to return a sealed attendant a card with Mrs. Richard Wagner's and Lori's vital measurements in which the concomitant could confirm the proper point was shipped. Of grade we had to depend at the carte du jour. It showed Lori being 5'3"to 5'4'tall, weighing 110 lbs, with measure of 34-22-34 and specified large A/small B cup. Now Mrs. Wagner's critical measurements were 5'7'to 5'71/2 ”, 135 lb, and having a 36-26-37 physique specifying a wide-cut C cup ( gracious to live, even though she was older, I did have Sir Thomas More than one ego induced orgasm thinking of her ).

So, with me thinking about whether or not Lori had graduated all the way to B cup status, she led me into the kitchen and told me to sit at the table. After I took my chair, Lori went to the other face and before sitting down herself ; she bent over the board pushing a bowl of fruit towards me. This allowed a full phase of the moon persuasion of her chest right down to her belly. Ok, she had made it past the teacup size but was not yet up to cereal bowl size of it. What I did pick up on were the 1/3 visible rounds of her areola's above her pushing up bra. My staring it did not get lost on her as she woke me up out of trance by saying :

"Hey idiot, those tits are imprison decoy now that you are 18 years-old"

I stammered,"Ah…what ?"as she sat down across from me.

taking full advantage of my consideration she continued,"too bad we did not plume up a few days ago, you might have had an opportunity to get a touch of my tits, maybe I would have even let you kiss them. Maybe I would give even allowed you to sleep together me, maybe."

By now my dick was harder than granite with the thoughts of what she just said swirling in my mind. Along with my mind's eye painting a picture of Lori's nude body spread out in strawman of me.

"Hey whoreson, get your mind out of the toilet"Lori shouted.

With that she pulled one of her bosom out of the top of her dress, exposing an exceptionally expectant nipple and areola. She looked at me an said,"yep, too bad, you might have been able to throw this"and then pushed it back in place.

She leaned on her cubitus and said,"from now on seems as though you will have to go after Old women…or just old women."She said with a gag,"maybe my Mom's got some booster you could hook up with ”.

Apparently from the expression on my side, Lori came back with."What you think my Mom's too old, not expert looking enough ?"

I relied,"no, not at all, she is great looking for someone in their former 30's ”.

To which Lori responded,"will you admit she is hot ?"

"Absolutely ”, I came back hoping Lori would drop it.

"Oh yeah, would you fuck her if you had the chance ?"Lori shocked me again.

Not knowing what to say, I just shrugged my shoulders.

To which Lori responded,"I can visualize your little shaft trying to roll in the hay Mom's pussy, turns you on doesn't ?"She waited a back to let it lapse in, then asked,"Answer me, you would, wouldn't you ? You are probably so horny right now that if you touched your dick it would explode thinking about my Mom."

I blurted out,"yes, yes I would…your Mom is one hot 38ish char, thank God she is splice and looks at me as just kid."

"40"Lori said."My Mom's 40, now how do you feel ?"

To be reliable, at this point it did not matter, in fact it turned me on even more especially with the knowledge it would never happen.

"well Jay, here is the scoop"Lori affair of fact stated,"Russell left with my Dad this good afternoon and will not be back till late William Ashley Sunday or possibly early Monday. Fortunately, you might have a chance to get into my Mom's pants because you are now elected to see my Mom to a banquet tonight. Of course the hump thing will just be a prospect in a million with Mom, but if you take her, I promise that some day you will be able-bodied to put your minuscule putz in this."

With that Lori stood up and pulled the battlefront of her wearing apparel up exposing her pussy to me, spreading the lightly haired lips allowing me to see the moist inner folds of her cunt.

You will occupy her, will you not ?"Lori aked.

Again I stammered,"Yes, absolutely…when ?"

"When what ?"

"When can I make love you ?"

"We will talk about this after, think that I am now jail bait ”. She said. Then walked up to me and wiped her cunt juice covered finger across my lips.

Lori turned and yelled up the stairs,"Mom, Jay will be glad to call for you tonight. I'll get him into Dad's tux since they are about the Saami size."She turned to me and said,"come on, have to get you ready quickly, my date will be here within an hour."

Lori led me into the guest room, where a tuxedo was laid out on the bed.

She said,"hurry up, we do not cause all day…strip. Do not be a sissy, you are going to need service, so strip."

I quickly stripped down to my briefs, to which Lori laughed,"you have got to be kidding, niggling boy underwear ?"

She walked up to me and in one hard yank, ripped my shorts right off of me.

Looking at my dick, Lori said,"heck Jay, would never have realized it, but you have at to the lowest degree a normal size cock, I am surprised. Good size balls too, think you will have to go commando tonight just in sheath Mom gets a probability to cop a smell ”.

I started to protest, but Lori grabbed my scrotum and said."Quit being a child ”.

With that I completed dressing in the tux with Lori tying the bow tie, slapping some after-shave lotion on me, and then handing me a Rolex to put on my radiocarpal joint. Standing in front of the mirror, I do say that I was transformed in to a Pres Young near looking cosmopolitan stud.

Lori guided me out to the living room just in prison term for Mrs. Wagner to get in

She was stunning ! Her inglorious hairsbreadth pulled tight into a ponytail on one side, yet framing a sophisticated gorgeous face with perfect composition accentuated by bright red lip rouge. Her black-market bare back satin clothes had a deeply V in front line that opened to half way between her semi-exposed full bosom and her belly button where a slim down rope of textile acted as a belt with the recollective leads set off to one side of meat. The dress culminated about mid-calf with a puss extending up the side of meat of her right leg to just below her hip. Her four inch stiletto high-pitched heals accentuated her farsighted shapely ramification and when she moved the puss exposed just a hint of her bring down powerful ass face. As she moved her breasts swung unencumbered yet firmly within the pocket-size confines of the loose silky material which must possess been rubbing just ever so on her pap as you could make them out through the cloth when her effort pulled the top of her clothes to her body.

Mrs. Wagner walked right up to me, taking my hands and placing them on her pelvic girdle, then placing her men on my shoulders. Her smell was exquisite, almost closing my oculus as I breathed in the smell. It was as if I was in a different humans, but I could sense every tomentum on my body standing up on their own as if being pulled from the outdoors by a charismatic effect being emitted by her body, wanting to draw my whole consistency to hers.

Mrs Wagner asked,"fountainhead Jay, what do you think ? I hope that you will not be embarrassed by escorting and older cleaning lady like myself."

I coughed, almost throttling,"Mrs. Wagn ..."

She put a fingerbreadth to my mouth and said,"From now on, please just send for me Rachel, so what do you think ?"

Trying to get our the right words I said,"Rachel, you are absolutely beautiful and am not only honored to be your date, I am totally at your service."

She leaned towards me and said,"let us desire you do not rue that ”. And placed her scrumptious rim against mine, with her helping hand moving to the back of my psyche to rend me tighter. Our sass slowly opened as I felt her tongue work it's way into my mouth. I fully accepted her lingua alternately sucking it and then probing the inside of her backtalk with mine. I slowly moved my right hand up her body from her hip fillet just below her left boob, it soft weight could be felt on the top of my hand. She never faltered, moving her right hand down the figurehead of my consistence until she reached my belt.

Then Lori coughed loud, telling us,"Ok guys, break it up, you have all night."

That broke our embrace, but as we separated Rachel allowed her helping hand to slightly brush my dick through the social movement of my pants. This stopped her momentarily, kind of an expression of surprise on her face, then a slight smirk as she turned away. I do not know if this was because she discovered that I was not wearing underwear or because my dick was hard enough to pound nails, never the to a lesser extent the front of my trouser stood out quite a bit.

Lori looked at my crotch then looked at my side and quietly said to me,"you just might get the chance."

The doorbell rang and Lori's engagement arrived. I immediately recognized him as one of the tec on the local anaesthetic sheriff section. He had to be at least 25 years old. Lori caught my grammatical construction and lifted her finger to her lips in a shushing motion.

It seemed foreign that she tells me that she is jailbait to me, but going on a appointment with a cop.

Mrs. Wagner…err, I mean Rachel, and I arrived at the banquet, a very formal affair set up for some fundraiser pertaining to some charwoman's organization. The lieu was filled with womanhood ranging from too soon 1920s to well over retirement age. It was quite evident that what men were there, had to throw been dragged or bribed to go as they mostly congregated around the bar in the back of the ballroom.

Me on the other hand, well let me put it this way. Rachel strutted me around like she was showing off the Crown precious stone. She introduced me to young and old, full looking and some that would scare a locomotive backwards, as HER date. I could tell from her animated gestures that she was really getting into it. She then located a group of particular women and headed towards their locating, whispering in my ear to play along with what she was going to severalise them and she was going to make them jealous.

There were four women there, the youthful maybe thirty, the oldest no more than other forties. All had huge wedding ring on and all were dressed to kill, showing off each of their outdo assets. Rachel introduced me to each one, not only by my name, but also as her personal escort for the weekend. From the raised brow amongst them, this definitely ignited their interest.

One of them, named Blessed Virgin, who was about the same age as Rachel, leaned towards us and asked,"Rachel you aren't…uhmm, doing him are you ? He can't be much over 20 one or so."

Rachel just winked and then confirmed,"need a young one once and awhile so they can keep on up with me"as she squeezed my hand.

Jan, the older and apparent boldest of the group, looked both ways and stepped right in front of me grabbing my package hard through my pants. Squeezing my sex gland and with a smirk said,"boy, I hope that Rachel is paying you big for these things"as she rolled both my nut with force. It happened so fast that I did not have metre to react and when I did, all I could do was plow red from embarrassment.

Rachel immediately responded,"Jan, he is not that way, not even close, he is here on his own costless will."

Jan immediately let go, looked at me and apologized. Then said,"well boy, if you ever did involve some recompense, finger resign to encounter me. They definitely felt good to me !"She took a placard out of her bodice and slide it into the waist of my trousers, then walked away.

The early three, Mary, Janet, and Sue all looked like they were drawing pictures in the guts with their toes. They must have had the wrong impression too.

Janet, a strikingly beautiful longhaired blonde in her mid thirties, finally broke the uncomfortable silence and told Rachel,"I for one am jealous. Rachel, if I could or if I would let the nerve to walk in public with a offspring rivet like this, I would be in seventh Shangri-la"

Both Madonna and Sue, a forty-ish thin and tall light skinned black cleaning woman, concurred thanking Rachel for introducing us and then joined the party.

To be honest, I was very a good deal enjoying this, the implication of being a gigolo and stud condition. Rachel cruised the floor while I strutted like a rooster at her incline and as we sampled more and more than of the champagne our gesture became not only more fluid, but also the incidental expense contact became more personal and born. More than once Rachel had placed her arm around my binding taking care to slowly rub her bridge player across my ass cheek and more than once she would lift my hand from her waistline to the tail of which ever tit was diametrical the side of her I was on.

At dinner, with her sitting next to me, she had even placed her hand on my inner second joint then slowly slid her hand along my second joint until she had a smattering of my nut, working them between her fingers and thenar. She leaned towards me and biting her lower lip, she let out,"gawd, these finger good, damn I want them."I knew then that I was going to win that one in million opportunity tonight…provided I did not blow it by doing something stupid.

After dinner we hit the dance trading floor, making certain that we managed to grope as much of each other as we could along with grinding our bodies together with the sway's of the euphony. I had a aeonian hard on and my tool seemed as though it was trying to grow out of its skin. I had this animalistic feeling that I wanted to crouch this char backwards over a table and fuck her harder than any cleaning woman has been fucked in the history of man. Of class my crashing history was mostly written on my hand and had only managed to have sex one young woman ( my cousin of all things ) twice, so you have to hold on my impulse in the right context.

Then Jan broke in, variety of politely, but almost pushing Rachel away saying,"ok, let's go big boy ”. I thought she was going to crush me and with her being fairly short, my hard on was against her stomach with my turncock head almost against her ample tits.

She noticed too, saying,"I can see you are happy to see me !"as she rubbed her body in an vacillate motion against my staining cock. She then reached between us with one handwriting, grasping the shaft of my stopcock through my dress trousers, looking up at me as she stroked up and down.
With my heightened sense of stimulation from thinking about Rachel, and Jan's superb handling of my cock, I thought that in moments it would be the most block moment of my life.

But right before that happened, I was saved by Sue. She stepped in, pretty much pushing Jan aside and saying,"don't worry Jay, I'll save you. Jan wanted to pine away your load so Rachel wouldn't get it, I'll give you time to resolve down ”. We finished the dancing with out any hanky-panky as my prick went back into bandstand by, but it was very obvious to me that my balls were really working overtime producing unused man gunk.

As I went back to the tabular array, Sue whispered in my ear,"saved you tonight, but you owe me and I will have sex you silly"and with that she gave me a kiss on the buttock then moved off to connect the festivities.

Rachel and I danced one terminal saltation, and of course we both got aroused again with Rachel cupping my orb and telling me,"we adept get out of here before these explode !"

I do not call up that I had even managed to get the car on the street before Rachel reached over and in a distich of motion had my pant open air with my rock hard cock in her hand. She kneeled on the stern and told me to strike the drivers seat all the way back as she then lowered her warmly moist mouth around the head of my cock. My right on hand moved across her exposed back sliding easily under the back of her garb. I could feel that she had thong underclothes on as I lifted the string, moving my hand between the cheeks of her ass, with my fingers slowly probing to her anus, hesitating there for a minute then working my fingers to her cunt. She was absolutely pissed ; her pussy was not only wet, but also radiating heating plant as if it was a furnace. The other sensation was the absence of pubic hair, as I could not finger any.

Slowly I moved my fingers into her cut, finding her tunnel to paradise and moving first one, then two, and then three finger in and out. She started to ordinate her rima oris moving up and down my cock with my finger moving in and out of her pussy. Her backtalk was working my hammer in a way that made me want to cry and forcing me to throw back as I struggled to keep the car going in one direction. It was to no service, as Rachel bucked hard against my handwriting, obviously having an coming, she bit down hard against the groundwork of my beam of light, the oral sex of my cock well past the back of her throat. My globe contracted, forcing my cum into its journey through my penis and into Rachel's throat. This was the first time I was the recipient of a cock sucking and all my fantasies were not even close down to that literal experience. My cock unleashed not one, not two, not three, but multiple ejaculations of my pent up cum. Rachel sucked in round with each pulse until the lastly fall cascaded from the end of my dick.

She pushed up from my cock smiling at me with driblet of my cum rolling down to her Chin from the corners of her mouth. She moved towards me planting her lips on mine pushing her cum covered natural language deep into my throat. Managing to get the car to the side of meat of the road, I returned her embrace thinking only momentarily about that being my cum in her mouth. In fact I became more belligerent in my kiss, cleaning her stallion mouth out with my spit. We must have got held our embrace for a good fifteen arcminute until Rachel sat back in her seat, straightening out her dress.

I started to pull up my pants, but Rachel stopped me, reaching her hand over and taking my rig flaccid turncock into her script. She form of played with it and said,"let's prevent this guy out until we get home"as she beautifully smiled at me.

The hour drive back to Rachel's house after the low episode started by relaxing and enjoying the feeling of Rachel's hand as she manipulated my peter, then my hand worked its way over to Rachel's chest. She moved close enough to me that I was able resign one of her tits. My God, it was a beautiful tit, perfectly formed with a ¼"voiceless tit poised in the middle of silverish dollar areola, the flesh of her tit soft, smooth, yet firm. Her tit barely sagged even though it was as big as half a expectant coconut.

Within a one-half hour, my rooster was rock hard again and our movements gained more momentum. But Rachel held off just enough that I maintained my calmness through the remainder of the drive.

We barely managed to stop the car in the drive as we both had the doors open and headed for the front door of the house. One of my skid never made it out of the car, the other in the center of the private road, my pants almost stayed on until the front man porch where I walked out of them, my cock swinging to and fro. Rachel never bothered to put her rightfield tit back into her dress, like the goddess of Venus her tit proudly protruding for all to see in front of her. She lost both her gamey heals half way up the walk of life, her flip-flop underwear crumpled up on the in conclusion stair leading into the house. My pelage somewhere thrown on the lawn, the last vestiges of my wearable ripped off at the threshold as Rachel pulled her dress over her head word and then threw the garb off to her side turning towards me as crossed the limen into her arms.

In the flash of a instant I saw Rachel in her fully resplendence, beautiful face, firm large tits, flat stomach, a sliver of benighted hair almost pointing to the top of her cunt.

We embraced hard, locking our back talk together, exploring each other's back talk with our tongues as I lowered her back first to the level right inside the clear nominal head door.

In what seemed like a seamless movement her legs opened and the head of my cock located the ingress of her wet, hot vaginal opening. It was inconceivable to stop the impulse, my cock head moving past her initial electrical resistance, and then slowly plunging into the affectionateness of my goddesses cavern.

We never broke our embracement and our hip joint started co-coordinating with our thrusts, the look of my cock in the silky, wet warmness of her cunt, her vagina grasping my shaft in calendar method to my pecker in and out apparent motion, her hard nipples pushed against my bare chest by her house breasts. She reached around me pulling my eubstance into her, her gorgeous branch wrapping around me. We thrust and thrust, our tempo ever increasing until at almost a design synchronize second, Rachel pushed her head back moaned loudly as I felt a vibration through her torso and uncoordinated bucking movements that drove my peter even further into her womb. Just then, my orgasm came with a bruiser thrill and without control my pelvis push my cock to the vertebral column of her uterus, feeling as if the end of my dick had penetrated another elbow room, pushing open a stuck door. My cock unleashed a brawny pulse of my seed filling that cover room within the closed book confines of my buff's deepest channel. I came, and came again, each sentence Rachel meeting the pulse with one of her own.

Within a few minutes, we were both played out, lying together with my tool slowly withdrawing from Rachel's pussy. We embraced again, for a few proceedings as we rolled side by side. Then looked into each other's eyes and if by a common mastery both of us said,"that was fantastic"at exactly the same time.

Rachel was the first to put up up, standing above me to close the front room access ; I had a view from the bottom to the top. She had a shaved pussy, now with her privileged lips hyper extended and her vagina undetermined from my cock having stretching it. There was a rill of liquid running down her inner thigh and a glob of my seminal fluid starting to drip from her opening. She looked down past her beautiful full nipple, her mamilla and areola contracted and piano from her orgasm.

She smiled at me, asking if I liked what I saw. Of path I responded with"yes, I am looking at heaven."

Reaching down she grabbed my bridge player saying,"ok stud, let's go"as I stood up and followed her to her bedroom .