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Fucking My Best Friend's Mother

   Stevie and I were best friends growing up. We were pals, but one of the
main reasons I hung out with him so much was because of his mother, Margie.
Margie was 26 years older than I was, but I was in love with her from the
day I first met her. She was tall - about 5’7 - with long, slender sexy legs.
Her hair was always bleached blond, kept fairly short and always perfect. She
had beautiful green eyes and those wonderful tits! Ah, those wonderful tits!
They weren’t huge, but they seemd so perfect to a young boy of 15. Every
time I would be at Stevie’s house, I would ogle Margie, hoping not to be seen
by her (or anyone else).
	Stevie and I did alot together, like most young kids. As we reached
puberty, we
talked alot about sex and jerking off. One day we were up in his room
and we started to
play with one another. We both had hard ons and I took Stevie’s dick
in my hand and
jerked him off. He came in just a few seconds. It felt kind of weird
doing it, but it was
strangely enjoyable. After all, it was something different than
jerking off (which I did quite
frequently). I even sucked his cock one time, but let it go just
before he came. he loved it
and I must admit, I kind of liked the feeling of sucking dick. Now, I
wasn’t gay and never
“turned” gay. It was just a nice sexual experience for a kid growing
up. What I really
wanted to do was to fuck his mother.
   Margie really turned me on and I jerked off thinking about her many,
many times.
Once, while Stevie went to take a leak, I went into her bathroom ( I
told her I had to go,
too, so she said to use it). I flipped open the hamper with her dirty
clothes and pulled out a
pair of panties. I sniffed them and could smell her pussy all over
them. I stuffed them in
my pants and, when I got home that day, jerked off while I sniffed her
panties. It was one
of the great treasures of my life. 
	I guess Margie realized that I was hot for her, because all of a
sudden it seemed as
if she were TRYING to let me catch a glimpse of some private part of
her. We were sitting
in the kitchen one time, Margie was wearing just one of those house
dresses and working
in the kitchen. She dropped something, bent down in front of me to
pick it up and when
she did, I could a great shot of her tits beneath her dress. As she
arose, she looked me
straight in the eyes, knowing that I had just seen her tits and she
just smiled. I was
embarrassed, but managed to smile back at her. 
	I had overheard her talking to my mother about their sex lives and
remember
Margie telling my mom that she hardly ever had sex with her husband
anymore. She said
she was getting pretty horny and had bought a dildo. They laughed and
I ran to ask a friend
of mine what a dildo was. I thought to myself, “Wow, I could give her
something better
than a dildo!” 
   There were a few more episodes with Margie when I saw either her tits
or a quick glimpse of some pussy hair. We were sitting in their den one time
(Me and Stevie). Margie walked in. She was wearing this white blouse and a
fairly short skirt with stockings. her legs looked so hot, I got a hard on
right away. She sat down across from me and next to Stevie. We chatted a
little bit and then she did it. I swear she did it for me. She crossed her
legs and as she did, her skirt lifted high enough for me to catch a little
pussy shot of her. I could see her panties and a little hair sticking out
from underneath. She saw me staring and smiled back at me again. She asked
Stevie to go get her a drink and when he got up she looked at me and, I’ll
never forget her words, she said to me. “You know, you are turning into quite
a handsome young men. Very sexy, too.” She smiled and laughed. I blushed and
thanked her. I wondered if she could see that I had a huge hard on. She asked
if I wanted to spend the night at their house. Her husband was out of town
and she said that Stevie AND her would love to have me stay over. I said
sure. She said she would call my mom and ask her if it was okay. I wondered
if she had had some reason for asking me to stay. I fantasized that she would
lure me to her bed and let me fuck her all night.
   We talked a little more before Stevie came back in. She asked if I had a
girlfriend and I told her no. “Young, virile boys like you should be going
out with girls, don’t you think?” She smiled ever so coyly. I agreed with her
but told her that I hadn’t met anyone. I got a little bold and told her that
I liked older women because they seemed so much more mature. She grinned as I
said that and replied, “Oh, really? How much older?” She seemed very
interested in my reply, but before I could, Stevie was back in the room with
her drink and she said, “We’ll talk more later.” She got up, took her drink,
told Stevie that I was sleeping over and that I could sleep in the guest
room. Stevie was happy and we took off and played some games together.
   Now the way the house was set up, there were 2 floors. Stevie’s room was
on the second floor and the guest room was on the first....so was Margie’s
bedroom. There was room in Stevie’s room for both of us, but Margie had said
I could sleep in the guest room. She explained to Stevie that I probably
wanted a room to myself and I’d be more comfortable there. We all agreed,
though I was thinking that maybe Margie really DID have some plans for me
that evening. I couldn’t wait to go to sleep.
   Margie cooked us dinner - spaghetti and meatballs, my favorite. Off and on
through dinner I would sneak a peek at her, lustfully, and she would catch my
glimpse and return it. Once she winked at me and smiled. I nearly came in my
pants. Being 15 years old, it was difficult to determine if she were making
sexual glances or just being friendly, which she always was. I wondered if I
was reading something into her smiles that just wasn’t there. Stevie and I
played out in the yard after dinner and, finally, it was time to get ready
for bed. Stevie and I went to his room for awhile. I think he wanted me to
jerk him off, but I acted as if I were tired and told him no. We said
goodnight and I went downstairs. Margie was still up and she was sitting in
the den watching TV. “Going to bed?” she asked me. She looked so good sitting
there, her hair perfect, her legs long and sexy. “I guess so,” I answered,
hoping she would ask me to stay. She did. “Wanna watch some TV?” She patted
her hand on the sofa next to her and motioned me to sit down and join her. I
didn’t have to be asked twice. Now I was wearing my pajamas and if I was to
get a hard on, there was little I could do to not let it be seen. I tried my
hardest, no pun intended. 
	I sat there, a little uneasy, watching some program on TV. Margie lit
up a cigarette
and started to puff away as she watched. I was more interested in her
than the TV. I shot
an occasional glance her way and she would smile sweetly at me. I
still couldn’t read her
signs, so I just bidded my time.
	She finished her cigarette and stood up, straightening out her skirt
which had ridden
up a little revealing a little more of her thigh to me. I looked
longingly at her legs. They
were gorgeous. “I’m going to hop in the shower. You just stay here and
watch some TV,
okay, sweetie?” She announced. I loved the way she called me sweetie.
“Make yourself
comfortable.” She turned, and walked towards her room, which was in
direct view of my
seat in the den. I watched her walk away, her ass swaying as she
walked. I wondered if she
was swaying that pretty ass for me. She disappeared inside the room,
but, incredibly, she
didn’t close the door completely. Now I know she knew that I could see
inside of her room
from where I sat. I forgot about the TV and stared into the room,
wondering if I would get
a glimpse of Margie as she undressed and took a shower. My patience
was rewarded soon
after.
   First, all I saw was her blouse tossed on the bed, then her bra, then
her skirt and
finally, those sexy, pink panties she had on. The panties missed the
bed and fell to the
floor. I knew she was now totally naked and I figured she would jump
in the shower and I
would never get to see her nude. Boy, was I wrong! My hand was on my
cock, my hard,
throbbing cock, when she passed in front of the open door. It was just
for a moment as she
walked to the other side of the room where she apparently had her
towel. She never looked
my way and I wondered if she knew that I had seen her. She must have,
I thought. She
knew I could see in there. I waited for what seemed like an eternity
until she crossed over
the room once again to the bathroom. This time, she stopped, right in
full view of my
probing eyes. Her back was to me and I could see her ass fully. She
had a beautiful ass.
She put her hand over one cheek and rubbed her ass as I watched, eyes
fixed on her. She
bent down to pick up the fallen panties and I could see her tits
swaying as she picked them
up. her tits were beautiful from what I could see and I was totally
entranced by this
gorgeous woman.It was then, as I was totally fixed on her, that she
turned around towards
me.
   She stood up, holding her panties in her hand. I could see her bush
completely, her
tits completely, her whole naked body completely. My jaw dropped and
my eyes must have
been bulging from their sockets. She just stood there as if she were
watching my reaction. I
was both embarrassed and enchanted. She made no attempt to cover
herself up or to move
away, she just stood there for a moment allowing me to take in that
wonderfully sexy 40
year old body. My dick was ready to fall off as I stared at her. I had
never seen a real
naked woman before and this was everything and more that I had hoped
it would be. 
   I’m sure it was only a couple of seconds that she stood there, but it
seemed like an eternity and I burned that view into my mind forever. If this
were all I would ever get from Margie, I said to myself that it would be
enough, but it really wasn’t and, thank goodness, it wasn’t all I would get.
She gave me a broad, toothy smile, looked me directly in my eyes and turned
away from the door and headed to the shower. Unfortunately, one good look at
her was all I would get.......at least THAT night.
   I kept one eye on the TV and one on the door, waiting for another glimpse
of Margie, but there was to be none. She finished her shower, got into her
nightgown (which wasn’t sheer) and came out to the den, where I was still
sitting. She smiled at me knowingly, but not saying anything about what had
happened. “I’m going to sleep,” she yawned. She walked towards me as if she
wanted to hug me goodnight, so I obliged her.  She pressed her arms around
me, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Goodnight.” she whispered in
what I made out to be a very loving tone. “Good night, Mrs. Krown.” She
headed off to the bedroom, closed the door and that was all I saw of her that
night.  Eventually, I got to sleep after much thinking about what had
happened. Of course, I had to jerk off with the vision of her naked body
fresh in my mind.
   The next couple of weeks were filled with secret glances and secret smiles
whenever I would see her, which was as often as I could. Later on I would
realize that what had happened was a test. She wanted to see if I would say
anything to either her, Stevie or my mother, which, of course, I never did.
Several weeks later I would be rewarded for my ability to keep a secret.
   My parents had been planning a trip for quite some time and we made
arrangements for me to spend the 4 days they would be away at Stevie’s house.
it seemed like forever waiting for those 4 days, but they finally arrived.
Stevie’s dad was in show business and he was often away. I hoped he would be
gone for those 4 days. he was home the first night, but would be leaving the
next day. That first night, I slept in Stevie’s room. Stevie, it appeared,
was becoming increasingly interested in fucking other guys. As it turned out
in later years, Stevie was gay, and still is today. We are still friends, but
being gay is not my thing, so we really haven’t been close in a long, long
time. Anyway, we were up in his room, playing with our passion as 15 year old
boys - baseball cards. It was almost 11 o’clock and we decided to get
undressed and get to bed. We were both in our underwear and I could see
stevie had a hard on. “Let’s fool around, David.” I really wasn’t interested,
I was more involved thinking about his mother. he came over to my bed and sat
down beside me, putting his hand on my cock. I let him slip his hand inside
my underwear and he began stroking my cock. He slipped off his underwear and
I grabbed his and we jerked each other off. But that wasn’t going to be
enough for Stevie that night. He lay down beside me and slid down so that he
could suck my cock. I must admit it felt good having my cock sucked...even by
my best friend. I came in no time and Stevie swallowed my cum. I thought that
was disgusting and when I blew him and he came, I just ran to the bathroom
and spit it out.
   He wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I wouldn’t let him. I thought to
myself the only person I would ever let fuck me in the ass would be Stevie’s
mom with that dildo strapped between her legs. He turned over, put his ass to
my face and asked me to fuck him. I started to put my dick to his ass and
then decided not to. I was turned off by the whole thing and I told him that
I really wasn’t into this. he said he understood and I told him not to be
embarrassed. I also told him that we were still best buds. He gave me a hug
and we eventually got to sleep. I told him that I was going to sleep in the
guest room for the rest of my stay there. He understood and went to sleep. Of
course, the real reason I wanted to sleep in the guest room was that I hoped
that maybe I could see Stevie’s mom naked again.
   Stevie’s dad took off the next morning and it was just the 3 of us now. I
later found out that his dad had been fucking a lot of women he met while he
was on the road and that was why him and Margie didn’t fuck very much
anymore. Margie and I exchanged occasional smiles and secret glances
throughout the day, but I spent most of it with Stevie. I waited until it was
time to go to sleep. Mrs. Krown knew I was going to sleep in the guest room.
I told her that I didn’t sleep well in the bed in Stevie’s room. I wasn’t
really tired when Mrs. Krown said it was time for us to go t0o bed, but I did
as she said. Stevie went up to his room, and I lay in my bed tossing and
turning, thinking only of Mrs’ Krown. About an hour later, I heard the door
swing open in my room. It was Mrs. Krown.
   “Are you asleep, David?” she whispered. 
   “No!” I answered quickly. It was dark and I could barely make out the
shadow of my fantasy woman there in the doorway. 
   “Mind if I come in?” She asked.
   “No. Of course not, Mrs. Krown.” I sat up in the bed. All I had on was a
pair of underwear. I kept the covers over me as I shimmied up, head rested
against the headboard. Mrs. Krown walked over to the bed and sat down beside
me. She stroked her hand through my hair and whispered softly to me, “Thank
You, David.”
   “For what?” I asked inquisitvely.
   “For not saying anything about the last time you slept over. Uh, you
didn’t, did you?”
   Of course I knew exactly what she was talking about.
   “Oh, that! I would never say anything, Mrs. Krown.”
   “I know you wouldn’t,” she replied sweetly. She looked at me and I looked
back. There was a silent moment and then she put her hand on my chin, thumb
on one side, 4 fingers on the other and held it as she leaned over and kissed
me squarely on the lips. It wasn’t like other kisses we had exchanged. Those
were friendly, motherly type kisses (at least on her part). This was a REAL
kiss. Tender, sensual, erotic. No tongue, just a firm, tender kiss on the
lips. It was incredible. I don’t think I will ever forget that kiss as long
as I live. I was in love with Mrs. Krown at that moment.
   “That was nice,” she sighed. She leaned over and kissed me again. It
was just as
tender and loving as the first one. I felt her sigh deeply as we
kissed. She took her hand
from my chin and placed it behind my head. As we drew apart, she
nudged my head
towards her breast. I lay my head against her warm, covered tit and I
could feel it against
my cheek. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I just lay against her
silently.
	I managed to begin to whisper, “Mrs. Krown, I.....” “Sssshhh, “she
spoke as she
put her fingers to my lips to quiet me. “Don’t speak.” She rubbed my
back as she sidled up
next to me in the bed, pressing me harder against her almost naked
breast. I was so nervous
because I wasn’t sure what to do, but she knew that and tried to
comfort me.
   “Have you ever been with a girl before, David?”
   “Not really,” I answered honestly.
   She laughed easily. I loved that laugh of hers. “I wasn’t sure. Don’t
worry, I will
guide you, okay?” she cradled me in her arms and, for a moment, I had
the feeling I was
lying there with my own mother. After all, mrs. Krown had been like a
mother to me all of
my life. She sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head, revealing
the most beautiful tits
I’d ever seen. of course, they were the only tits I’d ever seen for
real. I stared at her tits as
she watched me, tossing the shirt to the floor. She had on a pair of
panties. She watched
me watch her and finally she said to me, “Go ahead, touch them. They
won’t bite,” she
smiled.
   I gently caressed her breast with my hand. They were soft and warm. It
felt so good
to touch her breasts finally. Her nipples were dark brown and they
must have stuck out 3/4
of an inch. I thought for a moment how lucky Stevie was to have breast
fed from those
beautiful nipples. I touched them uneasily, not really knowing how to
please Mrs. Krown
and that was what i wanted most. She helped me, though, and told me to
rub her nipples
with my fingers. “Gently, honey. Gently.” She cautioned me. She lay
back as she felt
secure with the way I was handling those precious tits of hers. I put
my lips to them and
began to kiss them. I was going wild. I started to suck on her nipples
and I must have bit
too hard, because she jerked back and let out a little scream. “Easy,
baby. Just relax.” She
calmed me. She let me play with her tits for several minutes as she
lay back and enjoyed
my touch. I was ready to just ram my dick in her and shoot a big load
up her pussy, but I
let her be the boss. I decided that whatever she wanted, I would do. I
was already in love
with Mrs. Krown.
   “David,” she softly spoke, “You just don’t know what a lonely lady I am.
You know, I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time, but wasn’t sure how you
would react to this. I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t feel
comfortable with. If’ you’d like me to leave, I will, OK?” She looked at me
with the most unbelievable puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. I told her that I
was quite happy being there with her and then I told HER how much I thought
about her. Of course, I didn’t tell her about all the times I jerked off
thinking about her.
   She raised herself up, her tits flapping side to side. She got off of
the bed and for a
moment I thought she was leaving, but she stood up and began to slowly
draw her panties
down from her waist. I waited anxiously to see her hairy pussy. She
stood there in front of
me, totally naked, totally beautiful and let me stare at her. She was
proud of her figure. For
a woman her age, she was in great shape. She kept herself that way in
hopes of saving her
marriage, but, as I later found out, it would do no good. She and Mr.
Krown would get
divorced in another year. She ran her fingers through her hair and
then she put her fingers
on her hairy bush and played with herself for a few moments. My dick
was ready
to explode. She climbed back on the bed and pulled the covers down from
my waist. “Lay
back” she whispered. I did and she proceeded to slip off my underwear
as I lay there. My
cock was hard and, for a 15 year old, was pretty big. At least she was
impressed, and that
was all that mattered. She rubbed my thighs with her hands and then
touched my aching
cock. I crained my neck so that I could see her as she touched me. her
hand slipped
aroound the shaft of my cock and she began to slowly slide it up and
down. it wasn;t like
when Stevie jerked me off, it was much better. She slipped her hand
over my balls and
held them in her hand. 
	She saw that I was about to cum and she quickly put her mouth to my
ready cock.
That was all I could take and I shot a load into her mouth. She moaned
as I came into her
lips and she swallowed my cum easily. She licked her lips and held my
cock for a few more
moments. Man, i couldn’t believe my best friend’s mother had just
sucked my cock and
swallowed my cum. She rubbed my chest smoothly and lovingly. her tits
swayed from side
to side, a smile across her pretty face. She leaned over and kissed me
on the chest, then she
kissed my nipples, one at a time, and then she kissed me on the lips.
This time, though, she
slipped her tongue between my lips. I kissed her back and our tongues
entwined. She lay
over my chest, her tits pressed against me and I embraced her tightly.
I felt the warm,
tender skin of her back and slipped my hands over her ass and pressed
tightly against her
cheeks. She rolled over, taking me with her and I ended up on top of
her. My dick was
already hard again and she wanted me to fuck her badly. She slid her
hand between our
bodies and grabbed my dick and guided it to her crotch.
   She rubbed the head of my dick against her clit for several moments and
then slipped me inside her. When I did, she heaved a great sigh as my cock
slipped in her warm, wet cunt. It was an unbelievable feeling being inside a
cunt for the first time. I had imagined this moment for so long and now it
was finally happening. To make things even more erotic, i was doing it with
my friend’s mother! I knew I was in heaven.
   I started to thrust my cock deeper inside her and with each thrust,
she would breath
a little deeper and moan. I was going like a rocket out of control
when she grasped my
shoulders and pushed me back a bit. “Whoa, cowboy! It’s not a contest
to see how fast you
can go. A woman likes it smooth and easy. Like this,” and she pulled
me in and out in a
much easier pace than I had been going. What did I know anyway? This
was my first time
and I was only 15. Of course, Mrs. Krown knew this and understood. She
had alot of
patience with me that first time.
   I never knew how good it felt to fuck. I had only imagined before
this. It was great.
As I settled down to a nice easy, smooth pace of fucking, mrs. Krown
started to touch her
clit with her fingers. In a few moments she was cumming. Her breathing
got real deep and
I could hear her moaning with each passing second of arousal. When she
came, she
grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tight against her. My
cock was as deep
inside her as it could go and I was ready to cum, too. I let it go in
a hot flurry of passion
that probably will never be duplicated as long as I live. I wrapped my
arms around her, she
around me and she felt my warm cum explode inside her. She closed her
eyes and we held
each other tightly, then we kissed. It was hot and passionate, deep
and lustful. I was madly
in love with Mrs. Krown.
	As we finished cumming, we lay there for a moment, me on top of her,
my head
against her neck, her arms wrapped around me holding me passionately.
I was totally out
of energy for the moment. My cock softened up and fell limply from
Mrs. Krown’s hot
pussy. I could see some of my cum dripping from her hairy bush to the
sheets below. I slid
over beside her, she turned towards me and hugged me. She ran her
hands through my
hair, stroking me softly. She was a wonderful lady. We lay there
together, lovers now...and
forever....saying nothing, basking in the glow of the fantastic sexual
experience. At that
point, nothing really needed to be said. I slipped off to a
dream-filled sleep. When I awoke,
Mrs. Krown was no longer in bed with me.
   I awoke late the next morning. I awoke with a broad smile and a wonderful
memory of having sex with my best friend’s mother. I lay in bed reliving each
wonderful moment as it had unfolded. When I finally got out of bed, Stevie
and Mrs. Krown....ah, Mrs. Krown....Margie....my lover....were sitting in the
kitchen eating breakfast. 
   “Well, well!” smiled Mrs. Krown. “Looks like you had a good night’s
sleep”, she smiled knowingly at me. I returned the smile and answered that I
did sleep well. She offered me some breakfast. I was starving. I watched her
as she prepared it and constantly thought of her lying naked next to me, my
cock inside of her. I made some small talk with Stevie and started planning
on how I could get rid of him so I could fuck his mother again. I felt a
little guilty about it, after all Stevie WAS my best friend, but all I could
think about was that beautiful mother of his. 
   Stevie and I hung out after breakfast for awhile. It was Saturday morning
and Stevie always went to Temple on Saturday mornings. I wasn’t religious,
neither was my family and I had no intention of going. Mrs. Krown usually
took him.  Stevie asked me to go. “C’mon, we’ll have fun!” he pleaded. “Nah,
I hate going to Temple. If it’s okay with your mom, I think I’ll hang around
and maybe watch some TV or something.” Mrs. Krown nodded her okay and Stevie
went to get ready for Temple. We were alone for the first time since last
night.
   “How’s my little cowboy feeling this morning,” she said to me. “GREAT!” I
responded enthusiastically. “That’s good. I’m feeling pretty good myself!” I
felt this warmness flowing through my body. It was love. I was in love for
the first time in my life and it felt wonderful. I ate my breakfast as she
went about her business in the kitchen. Stevie walked in all dressed and
ready to go. “C’mon, mom. I’m ready to go.”
   “Uh, Stevie. would you mind very much if I didn’t take you this morning?
I’ve got an awful lot of things to do and I really want to get them done this
morning. You can walk to Temple. It’s not that far honey.” 
   “Geez, mom. Okay.” He said, a bit annoyed, but listening to his mother
like the good little boy he was. I just watched, thrilled that she was
sending him off for us to be alone together. As Stevie walked out the door,
she waited until he was down the street, turned to me, put out her arms and
said, “Come here, cowboy.” I ran to her arms and we hugged each other. I felt
the warmness of her body against mine and basked in the feeling of holding
her. I was almost as tall as her and I lifted my head slightly to kiss her.
We kissed, mouths open, tongues dancing upon one another. She took my hand
and let me to her bedroom. 
	“Sit down.” she demanded, pointing to the bed, still unmade. I sat and
watched her
as she undid her blouse, button by button, as if she were performing
for me. As she took
off her blouse she looked into my ogling eyes and told me that she
wanted to teach me how
to make love. She wanted to teach me how to please a woman the way a
woman wanted to
be pleased. As she slipped off her skirt she said, “You know, my
darling, you can’t just
hop onto a woman, do your business and then hop off again. Have you
ever heard of
foreplay?” I said I did, but I really didn’t know what it was all
about. I had been a virgin
until last night and I still wanted to think of myself as this macho
stud who knew
everything. She was wise to me, though. She was standing there in a
bra and panties and
looked so fine. She walked over to me, put her fingers over my belt
and began to undo it.
She slipped off my pants and my underwear, my young cock hard and
ready. 
   She touched me, caressed my balls, stared knowingly at my hard member and
began to slide her fingers up and down. I was really surprised when she bent
over and put her lips over the head of my cock. I sat back, arms gripping the
bed and watched her as she gave me my second blowjob (by a woman, that is!).
I was in total heaven as she sucked my cock so easily. She made me cum in no
time at all and groaned with pleasure as I came in her mouth. Her lips
remained on my cock as she sucked up all of the cum I had released. 
	When she finished, she arose, wiped some cum from her lips, kissed me
on the
forehead and walked over to the bathroom, got a towel and wiped the
cum from her. She
walked back over to me, lying back on the bed. “Did you like that?”
she asked, knowing
full well the answer. “Wow,” was all I could muster. “Now it’s my
turn,” she smiled as she
lay down on the bed, put her knees up, raised her lovely ass and
pulled down her panties,
revealing a dark, hairy, beautiful bush. She took her fingers and
slipped her pussy lips
apart, beckoning me between her waiting legs. 
	I had never eaten pussy before and was a real amateur until she taught
me exactly
what and how to do it. I’ll never forget the smell of her pussy that
first time I ate her. It
was intoxicating. She held my head against her dripping cunt as she
guided me through my
first pussy eating. She pointed out her clit and explained how that
was where the REAL
action was. She taught me how to make her cum, which I did a number of
times that first
session. I learned to tell just when to speed up and when to slow
down. She taught me how
to tell when a woman was about to cum. She explained and taught it all
to me and I was an
excellent, willing student. One thing she didn’t tell me and that was
how much I would fall
in love with her.
	We beagn to have sex on a pretty regular basis, Margie and I. She was
all I could
think about and I seemed to be going through life in a daze. My
parents noticed it, my
friends noticed it (including Stevie) but no one ever found out about
it. My mom even
noticed changes in Margie. I would always try and listen to what they
were talking about
when they would get together. I heard my mother say to her one time,
“Marge, you seem
so much happier lately.” I beamed with pride, knowing that I was the
cause for her feeling
so good. Then I almost choked when mom said to her, “What is it? do
you have a
boyfriend?” Margie laughed. I figured she certainly wouldn’t tell my
mother that she was
fucking her son. It got quiet and I pricked up my ears, waiting for
something. “Jean,”
Margie spoke in a low tone, “Can you keep a secret?” “Of course I
can,” My mom replied.
“You know I wouldn’t tell a soul.”
   “Good,” Margie replied. “I’ve been seeing someone.
   I freaked when she said that. I had visions of what would come next. Uh,
Jean, I’m fucking your son, David. He’s a great fuck and his little dick
feels so good inside of me. You don’t mind, do you? 
   What she really told mom was that she had met someone who was very sweet
to her. Of course mom, being nosey as she was, asked if she were sleeping
with him. “Well, yes.” she replied. “He’s so wonderful, Jean.” My mother was
flipping out. Her friend was having an affair with someone, but as much as
she tried to get her to reveal who it was, Margie kept our tryst a secret.
She kept telling mom that it was someone she didn’t know. Mom finally dropped
it and told Margie that she was glad that she was happy. Our secret was safe.
	We fucked each other until I went off to college. I felt terrible
about being away
from her, but I had no choice. She would come to visit me once in
awhile and spend the
weekend with me. We’d fuck almost every minute we were together. I
told her I loved her,
and I truly did. Although she was old enough to be my mother, I wanted
to marry her. She
laughed when I told her that! “What do you think your parents would
say if you told them
that we were in love and wanted to marry? No, darling, things can
never be any less secret
than they are and have been.” I think that she was in love with me as
well, but she knew
that nothing could ever come of it. 
	As I got older, moved away, had girlfriends and lovers, our times
together got
fewer and fewer, but they were still so special to us both. Margie
finally got divorced and
was able to see me alittle more often. We would talk alot about Stevie
and how he had
turned gay. She had been so embarrassed, but I assured her that he was
happy and that
people make choices in their lives. She came to grips with it after
several years and she and
Stevie resumed as normal a relationship as could be expected. Both
Margie and I were
getting older, but the flame still was far from extinguished.
   When I found out that Margie had cancer, I was devastated. I wanted to
spend every last minute with her and help her through her pain and suffering.
I rarely got to see her and, when she finally died, I was totally
heartbroken. When I cried at her funeral, my mother thought that it was the
sweetest thing. Of course, she didn’t know that I was crying for a lost
lover. Margie Krown had been my first lover. She taught me everything I knew
about making love to a woman. I was madly in love with her and will always
hold a place in my heart for her. These last few years, I have toyed with the
idea of telling my mother about our affair. I wonder how she would take it. 

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