Subject: First Time On-Line
Story Codes: FF first oral incest mother daughter
Diary Date: June 6, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Guys from on-line have been trying to get me to meet them for years and
so far, none of them have. Who would have thought that the first person
I met from on-line would be a woman – and a married mother with three
kids at that?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – An On-Line Relationship With Charlene
Chapter 2 – Seeking My Mom’s Advice
Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
Chapter 4 – My Mom Checks Out Charlene
Chapter 5 – Charlene Learns What It’s Like to Be Licked by a Girl
Chapter 6 – Charlene Licks Her First Pussy
Chapter 1 – An On-Line Relationship With Charlene
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I guess most people would say my sex life is not what you would call
boring, to put it mildly. I usually masturbate at least twice day, try
to have sex at least daily, have fucked well over a hundred guys –
including my dad and his brother although most were at parties, tried out
the escort scene, entertained at bachelor parties, and in general just
have had some fun times. The one thing, though, that I have never done
is meet with anyone I have chatted with on-line. There are a number of
reasons why which I have tried to explain a thousand times but the basic
reason is simple – why should I? When I chat I have no idea who is
really out there talking to me and at the risk of sounding narcissistic,
it's not like I have any problems finding someone to fuck me or anything
so why risk it? Indeed, I have had some incredible offers – trips,
flights, vacations, you name it. There have been times when I was sorely
tempted but the risks of getting on a plane to meet a total stranger are
just too high for me.
While I realize that this may be frustrating to the people I chat with,
it's been fine for me. Things changed a few weeks ago when I was
chatting with a woman on line who was telling me about her husband and
kids. Charlene was 35 years old and had gotten married right out of high
school when she was only eighteen. She had very little experience with
men other than her husband and he was actually the only one she had ever
gone all the way with sexually. Charlene said that loved her husband
dearly and during their seventeen years of marriage she had always been
faithful to him with no desire to ever be with another man. She claimed
to have never kissed another girl, not even for fun at a party or
anything, although sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what it would
be like to be intimate with another woman.
One evening she asked me if I had ever been with an older woman other
than my mom and her sister. Her question started me thinking because if
you take away my mom and aunt, the only older woman I have ever been with
was my mom's best friend Tammy and that was only once, and years ago at
that. Charlene and I chatted along those lines for a while and later
that night when I masturbated I started to dream about what it would be
like to be with someone like her. I had been with a couple of girls my
age and younger for their first times but never anyone even close to
Charlene's age.
The more I thought about it over the next few days the more I got turned
on by the idea. The only thing was, was Charlene really interested or
was she just chatting to have some fun and appease her sexual curiosity
though me on-line? Until recently I thought I had a pretty good idea of
who she was. We have been chatting off and on for months and traded
photos of ourselves and our families. She had a sixteen year old
daughter and two sons at ages fifteen and six (yes, she admitted the six
year old was a "surprise").
Her daughter looked very sexy and she often expressed her concerns about
how the boys were drawn to her like bees to honey except in this case it
was more like hungry wolves to an innocent lamb. The older son was just
getting into girls while the youngest one obviously had no interest
whatsoever in the opposite sex. Charlene knew all about my family
history and while she didn't judge me for it, she made it clear that she
was not interested in her kids in that way in the slightest and I
respected her for saying so from the start. She knew her husband
sometimes gave her daughter the once-over but she was confident it was
just his male hormones at work and not a sign of any real interest in
her. Charlene didn't even like to discuss incest but she WAS interested
in what I had done with my mom's best friend Tammy. Tammy had been about
Charlene's age when I was with her so I think in some way Charlene
related to that story in my diary more than the others.
As we chatted about Tammy I used the opportunity to try to figure out
where Charlene's real interests were without being TOO obvious about it.
I enjoyed chatting with her and I didn't want to lose her as an on-line
friend given how few "real" girls I get the chance to talk to other than
my friends. At the same time I was questioning myself as well. Was I
really interested in doing anything with her or just teasing myself as
much as anyone? I had sworn to my parents that I would never meet anyone
from on-line so what was I doing even thinking about her in that way?
The difference for me in her case seemed to be that she was unique in so
many ways such that all the things that had scared me away from other
people were not a factor. She lived close by – actually only a few miles
south of me in an upscale community. She and her husband weren't
"players" where I would be just another notch on their belt. She didn't
want her husband involved; in fact she couldn't even bring herself to
discuss having a threesome with me let alone seriously even consider it.
Charlene wasn't looking for a "relationship", she just wanted to
experiment with something she had never done before she got too old and
then wished she had done it. Her kids were completely out of the
picture. Although we talked about my sexual interests and experiences, I
always had this feeling she really didn't approve of a lot of what I did
but at the same time it seemed to excite her.
So here was the dilemma I faced: should I meet a local married mom from
on-line who had only had sex with one man (and never with a woman) who
was looking to meet a younger girl for a one-time rendezvous just to
satisfy her curiosity? I wondered if such an opportunity would ever make
itself available to me again.
Chapter 2 – Seeking My Mom’s Advice
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Finally I did the smart thing and decided to discuss it with the one
person I trusted explicitly and whose opinion I valued more than anyone
else's - my mom. The next morning after my dad was done with me, instead
of going back to sleep in my own bed I hopped in bed with my mom. She
had been sound asleep so needless to say she was pleasantly surprised.
"Morning honey," she yawned as her eyes barely opened.
I slipped under the covers and rubbed up close to her. My pussy was
still sensitive and wet from the fucking my dad had just given me so when
I pressed my crotch against her thigh I felt a surge run through me.
Mmmmmmm her naked body felt so smooth and warm under her comforter. It
could be the middle of August and my mom still slept under a pile of
blankets! She was laying on her stomach so I draped one leg over her and
pressed my wet pussy against her hip. My arm went over her and my boobs
were tight against her side. I couldn't help but move my hips slightly
against her to rub my clit against her.
"What's the matter dear?" my mom asked in a groggy voice, "Didn't your
dad take care of you this morning?"
"Oh mom!" I pretended to pout, "You know better than that!" I lightly
traced the tips of my fingers up and down her spine from her ass to the
top of her neck. She stirred slightly which didn't surprise me as I knew
from past experience she loved being touched like this.
"Mom... can I ask you a question?"
"Of course honey. What do you want?
I started to explain to her about Charlene, how we had chatted for months
and now what I was thinking about doing. When I mentioned the
possibility of actually meeting her my mom's eyes opened wide and
suddenly she wasn't so sleepy anymore!
"Kelly!" she said, turning on her side to face me, "We've talked a lot
about that and you know how I feel."
She stroked her fingers through my hair, making goose bumps rise on me as
I shivered. There was just something about the feeling I got when anyone
played with my hair and my mom knew it. "You promised you would never
meet anyone like that so what's so special about this woman?"
Well, at least she was curious which was better than I had feared things
might go at the beginning. I explained to her all the ways Charlene was
different from other people I had chatted with. My mom wasn't buying it
though.
"You know better Kelly. How can you be certain who she is?" my mom
asked. "She could be anyone, maybe not even a woman! Just because she
sends photos doesn't mean they are of her!"
"Well mom, if you would let me have a cam then she would turn hers on and
I could see her."
As soon as I said that I realized I had crossed the line. If there was
one thing that was not negotiable it was a web cam. After the little
"incident" in our neighborhood a few years ago my parents made me swear I
would never get one. I could have kicked myself for even mentioning one
because I knew better than to bring it up. If there was one thing that
got my mom mad, this was it.
"I thought that subject was settled, Kelly," she said slowly in a stern
voice usually reserved for when I was really bad.
Realizing I was digging myself a deeper hole by the second, I immediately
looked to change the subject. Suddenly an idea burst into my mind that
just seemed brilliant at the time – as do most of my really stupid ideas
when they hatch.
"What if you met her with me?" I asked, "Then you could be sure who she
was before I did anything with her."
I said it as soon as the idea hit me so I hadn't had time to think over
the ramifications. Would Charlene even meet me under those conditions?
I guess it didn't matter because unless my mom was on-board with the idea
nothing was going to happen anyway! An expression of deep thought came
over her face and finally she smiled and reached forward to kiss me. Our
tongues met and I knew from the passion in her kiss that she had reached
a decision and it was almost certain that she was going to go along with
me. Now I just had to convince Charlene! We laid in each other’s arms
as we both fell back asleep again. As I drifted off I wondered how
Charlene would feel against me as compared to my mom……
That evening I chatted with Charlene and finally got the courage to ask
her about meeting. I was thrilled when she immediately accepted and told
me she had been hoping I would want to do that. Then I took a deep
breath and typed in my next question – would she be willing to let my mom
join us for lunch? I struck the Enter key sharply and then sat at my
desk as I nervously waited for her response. It seemed like forever but
was probably only a couple of minutes before she responded. My heart
skipped a beat when I read her response – she said YES!! We chatted for
hours after that and finally settled on a time and place. I went to bed
that night and masturbated for what must have been more than an hour
before I came so hard I almost screamed. My parents were already asleep
so I waited until morning before I told my mom.
"Are you SURE you want to do this honey?" she asked from the opposite
side of our kitchen table where we were having breakfast. There was
something in the tone of her voice that made me think she had not
expected anything to really happen and now that it was she wasn't quite
sure about her earlier decision. I assured her that I did and she just
shook her head. I held my breath as I worried that she was going to
change her mind now that I had called her bluff.
"Breath baby!" she exclaimed with a laugh, "I promised you it would be OK
so long as I met her and I'm not going to break my word so stop
worrying!"
Then I broke the last bit of news – we were going to meet that afternoon
for lunch! It was my mom's day off – she worked a strange schedule at
the hospital and I always had to look at the calendar in the kitchen to
know when she would be home or at work. Although I knew she had the day
off, I hadn't checked to see if she had other plans but fortunately she
had nothing already scheduled.
"Well, if I'm going to meet some soccer mom who wants to have a fling
with my daughter I guess I'd better get going and straighten up!" she
said with a hint of a smile on her face. She started to walk out of the
kitchen to the stairs when she turned around and looked at me with a look
of exasperation on her face.
"You know girl, sometimes I really can't believe the things you get me
into!" she said, waving her finger at me. "Just wait until your father
gets home and hears about this one!"
She retreated up the stairs while I finished my cereal. It struck me
then that I hadn't mentioned a word of this to my dad. Well, I guess
that shouldn't have come as a big surprise since I had my mind on other
things this morning when he was in my room. He was at work now so unless
one of us called him he wouldn't know anything about it until he got home
this evening. Somehow this wasn't the sort of thing I wanted to tell him
about over the phone so I figured I would just let my mom break the news
when he got home tonight. I could just imagine the look on his face!
Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
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By the time I had finished breakfast and washed the dishes my mom was
already in the shower so I laid back on my bed and thought about what
might happen later in the afternoon. I unbuttoned the shirt I was
wearing (one of my dad's long- sleeved dress shirts) and let it hang down
to my sides to expose my boobs. The cool air blowing from the air
conditioner in my room made my nipples harden immediately and as I
squeezed them with each hand I felt a tingle run through my chest.
Sometime boobs can just get in the way but at times like this I loved
having them! Just a gentle massage was usually enough to get my pussy
wet and make me feel good from head to toe!
It never ceased to amaze me how such simple things could cause such
reactions in men but who was I to complain! As my left hand continued
toying with my nipple my right hand worked its way down between my legs
and my hips rose up to meet it. I cupped my warm pussy in my hand and
pulled upwards to put pressure on my clit. I was rewarded with a warm
feeling deep in my pussy and my clit sent out a wave of pleasure like a
stone causing waves to ripple outward when tossed in a pond. My hand
rubbed my pussy and my fingers worked their way between my outer pussy
lips to wet the tips in my pussy hole. I pulled the wetness up to my
swollen clit and rubbed it between my fingers as it hardened and became
more sensitive by the second.
As horny as I was it didn't take long as soon I began to feel that
incredible sensation in my pussy that signaled the arrival of my orgasm.
God I loved this feeling! It would begin somewhere deep inside my pussy,
like something was swelling up inside of me. The my clit would begin to
tingle like my elbow felt when I hit my funny bone and then it radiated
sharp sensations of pleasure that pulsed through me like beams of light
from one of those silly balls that hung from the ceiling at discos.
Sometime the pleasure was more like a rumbling of a heavy train, deep and
powerful, while at others it was sharp and almost painful in its
intensity. This time was somewhere in between with a steady flow of
bliss surging through me punctuated by almost random shots of intense
pleasure that made me gasp for air as my lungs felt frozen as if an
electric shock was running through me. My pussy gushed as my cum
drenched my hand and I could feel it running down my ass down to soak
into my sheets.
"Hmmmmmm, thinking about your new playmate?" I heard from the door.
I was panting as I opened my eyes to see my mom standing there naked,
drying her hair off with a towel. She must have had the water set to
super-hot as her body was flushed red all over. I smiled at her as I
rubbed my pussy slowly to allow the remnants of my orgasm to linger for
as long as possible.
"Damn girl, judging from that 'O' you must be REALLY horny!"
I was having a hard time catching my breath so I just smiled at her and
winked. She laughed at me and returned to the bathroom to finish drying
her hair. I let my head fall back into my pillow as my legs straightened
out and laid limp on my bed. It was nice to just relax and reveled in
the afterglow of what was indeed was one a hell of an 'O' as my mom put
it.
I must have nodded off because the next thing I knew my mom was standing
next to my bed shaking me. I looked up to see her D cup breasts hanging
down over my face and for a brief moment a thought ran through my head
about what they would taste like now that they were all clean and
powdered. My mom straightened up though before anything could happen and
walked out saying, "Bathroom's yours – you better get going if we're
going to make your lunch date!"
I grinned a bit at that. I wasn't so sure I would call it a "date".
After all, I was going to be with a woman almost as old as my mom! Oh
well, it didn't really matter what she called it so long as the end
results were the same! I showered and washed my hair quickly and then
dried off. After blowing my hair dry I pulled it back into a single
ponytail. Looking in the mirror, I decided against any heavy makeup and
so I put on a little base and eye shadow with a light touch of lip gloss.
My reasoning behind the hair and makeup was that something told me
Charlene was looking for an innocent young girl to be with, not some
experienced slut, and I didn't want to disappoint her fantasy!
Back in my room, I picked out a pair of tight jeans that clung to my ass
like Saran Wrap. They were actually more accurate than the bathroom
scale when it came to measuring my weight as all it took was just one
pound to make them all but impossible to get on! I probably should have
worn panties in keeping with the spirit of being "innocent and naïve" but
anything more than a thong made the jeans damn near impossible to get on
without bunching them up and a thong definitely didn't work with this
outfit so I decided just to go without anything underneath.
With my bottoms in place it was time to take care of the upper half of
me. I searched through my closet and selected a pure white camisole with
a lace fringe along the top and bottom. It fit me tightly and I loved
the way it outlined my boobs when I didn't wear a bra. The more I looked
at myself, though, the more it just didn't seem right so I changed my
mind and pulled it back off. Back in my lingerie drawer I selected a jet
black bra. I snapped it together in front and the spun it around me
until I could slip my arms through the straps and pull it up into place.
Pulling the cami back over, I smiled as I saw the effect in the mirror.
The black bra was visible through the white cami material and I loved the
erotic look it gave, almost naughty in appearance. Only thing was, it
also totally destroyed the "innocent" image so reluctantly I took it back
off and this time I picked out a simple plain white bra. There was one
thing I liked about this bra and that was how it clasped together in the
front making it much easier for the trip to second base! The cami still
showed the bra underneath except now it looked more "decent" than
provocative.
I looked longingly at my four-inch heels but settled for my standard pink
sneakers but I decided not to wear any socks with them. I stood up and
took stock of the finished outfit in the mirror.
"Ah yes... the innocent teenage girl-next-door look," my mom said with a
grin as she walked in the room. "I’d figured you would go for the
"teenage hooker" look myself."
"Oh mom!" I responded, rolling my eyes a bit. She moved in behind me and
slapped her flat palm against my bottom. It actually stung a bit and she
laughed as I jumped.
"Ok, just checking to see if you had something on under there. Wasn't
too sure from the view back here!" she said quickly.
I turned to look at here and almost laughed despite myself. Wow, talk
about dressing out of character! My mom is a professional nurse and
usually dresses sharp and, depending on the occasion, a bit sexy as well.
Fortunately she still had the body for it unlike so many older women who
tried to dress like their daughters and ended up just looked ridiculous.
Today though, my mom looked more the part of a your standard plain grade
school teacher. She had her hair pulled back and was wearing a plain
print skirt outfit with a light colored blouse. The skirt went down
about half way between her knees and ankle and the blouse covered her
boobs completely without a hint of cleavage. Other than her formal
dresses, I couldn't remember the last time she wore a skirt within inches
of her knees, let alone far below them! In a way, the outfit made her
look older than usual in a mature sort of way.
"Wow mom!" I said as looked at her in amazement. I hadn't seen her look
this conservative since... well I couldn't remember when! "Are you
trying to be my grandmother or what?"
My mom just laughed saying, "Well, someone has to be the grownup today.
Remember, I'm just going to make sure you're OK, not to pick anyone up!"
Chapter 4 – My Mom Checks Out Charlene
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By now it was past 11:30 so we headed down to my mom's car in the garage.
The jeans pulled deep into my crotch as I sat in the seat and there was a
distinct outline in my crotch where it pulled into my pussy slit. My mom
stopped at the top of driveway and looked over at me with a questioning
look.
"Well, you gonna tell me where we are going or do I have to guess which
place we are having lunch?" she asked in a teasing tone of voice. I
realized then that I never had told her so when I told her Eat'N Park by
the mall she turned her head and stared at me.
"Are you kidding?" she said incredulously, "Not exactly the most private
place in town you know."
Well, subtlety was never one of my strong suits so I guess the thought
had never crossed my mind as to whether it was appropriate to meet
someone like Charlene at a family restaurant considering what we would
probably be talking about. Oh well, it would just have to do! I just
grinned at my mom and AGAIN she rolled her eyes at me and took off down
the road.
It took about fifteen minutes to get there and she found a parking spot
near the entrance. I had an idea of what Charlene looked like from the
photos she sent me but obviously she knew what I looked like even better
because as soon as we entered the restaurant a woman approached us.
"Kelly?" she asked in a cautious tone. I smiled and she continued,
"Great, I'm Charlene!"
In front of me stood a woman who looked like most any other housewife in
the place. Charlene wasn't bad looking but no knockout either. She was
brunette with her hair at shoulder length and a hint of a wave to it.
She was wearing a pant outfit with dark blue pants and a light blue
blouse with a thin white belt studded with silver. The pants were loose
but still revealed a hint of a nice figure. Like her pants, the blouse
was loose as well but even so I estimated her at least a D or maybe even
DD bra size.
Charlene was wearing a hint of perfume and just the right amount of
makeup to accentuate her facial features. If I had to guess I would say
she was maybe twenty pounds overweight but it was nicely distributed and
not just in her ass like so many women tended to be when they gained
weight. The part I liked the most though was her smile. It practically
beamed light at us as she waited for a response.
I greeted her as well and introduced her to my mother. There was a brief
moment of awkwardness as they shook hands and then my mom reached forward
to hug her. I could have kissed her!! The moment broke as the waitress
asked us to follow her to our table and set us in a booth. I sat on one
side with my mom while Charlene centered herself on the opposite side. I
ordered just the salad bar while they each chose the soup and sandwich
special. After the waitress left we sat there in silence until finally
as if on cue we all broke out into light laughter.
"Well Kelly, I have to admit I was a bit surprised when you asked if your
mom could join us," Charlene said to break the ice.
I started to speak but my mom put her hand on mine to signal me to shut
up and answered saying, "Well Charlene, it was not Kelly's idea, believe
me! You've got a girl so I'm sure you know how it feels when they want
to do something you didn't approve of initially."
Charlene blushed at that so my mom quickly continued, "Oh no, nothing
like that. I just meant we always had an agreement that she wouldn't
meet people she chatted so it sort of took me by surprise I guess."
Charlene seemed to be relieved at that and nodded, "Yes Mary, I
understand. Trust me, if this was Mindy I would be the same as you!"
I excused myself to get my salad and as I gathered some stuff I looked
back to see them chatting away like two long lost friends. I would have
loved to have known what it was that they were talking about because as
soon as I returned they both quieted down. Before I could sit down my
mom got out of the booth and motioned for me to sit down.
"You know Kelly, I'm just going to cancel my order and let you two be
alone."
I looked at her in surprise. Wow! What had they said to each other in
the two minutes I was gone? My mom laughed and kissed me on the cheek.
"Don't worry, Charlene said she'll drive you home. I love you!" Then she
put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Have fun!"
With that she left and I was left sitting there speechless. My mom never
ceased to amaze me! I was practically bursting with curiosity but
Charlene wasn't offering anything so I guess I would have to wait until I
got home to see if my mom would fill me in.
"So Kelly, that's quite the outfit you have on there," Charlene said
softly. "You know, I would never allow Mindy to wear that!"
I wasn't sure where she was going with this so I just smiled and answered
saying, "Really? I thought it was fairly conservative myself to be
honest.?"
"Oh yeah!" she responded quickly, "Don't take this wrong, it looks
perfect on you with that cute butt and all. I just don't want Mindy
flaunting herself like that is all I meant."
It was all I could do from letting my jaw drop to the table. God, I
thought I was being super conservative and here she was saying I was
"flaunting" myself! I couldn't help but wonder what kind of clothes poor
Mindy had to wear. In a way, Charlene was starting to sound like my Aunt
Shari, one of my dad's ultra- conservative sister-in-laws. Aunt Shari
was that way with my cousins in that she wouldn't let them wear anything
provocative. If she had any idea at all what her son and husband did to
me and my mom I think she would have fallen over dead on the spot! The
difference between Charlene and Aunt Shari was that I could never picture
my aunt chatting with a girl on-line and then agreeing to meet her for
sex!
Charlene's soup and sandwich quickly arrived and for the rest of the
lunch we just traded small talk as if we were just any two friends out
for lunch. After we were finished and the waitress had left the check,
Charlene looked at me and I could tell from the expression on her face
the time for small talk was over. She licked her lips quickly and took
in a deep breath. Looking around to be sure nobody could hear, she said
softly, "So tell me Kelly, do you still want to come home with me?"
It was my lips now that suddenly felt dry and so I licked them quickly
before I replied in the same soft voice she had used saying, "Ohhhhhh...
I would love to Charlene!"
The truth was I wanted to go home with her more now than ever. In the
past when I had fantasized about meeting someone like this it was always
some wild sexy meeting with both of us dressed like whores, flaunting
ourselves (and in this case I mean "flaunting" the way I would define it
which is a LOT more erotic than Charlene's definition!) and then maybe
doing it just out of sight. Somehow this seemed so much better.
There was just something about her - straight, conservative, good looking
but not gorgeous, honest, love for her family, and so forth that made
Charlene so appealing. I think the phrase "MILF" was coined when someone
wanted a mother like her.
Actually, I felt really comfortable with her instead of intimidated.
Unless she was the world's greatest actress I had no fears whatsoever
regarding my safety as she seemed in every way to be exactly what she
appeared to be with one little exception – she wanted to play with a girl
just once! Well, I was more than willing to give her those memories!
We went to the counter near the entrance where she paid the bill. I
noticed she at first took out a credit card from her wallet and seemed to
think about it and put it back and paid for the meal with cash. I guess
she didn't want her husband to ask why she was buying lunch for two today
although I couldn't imagine that any husband would watch his wife's
credit card that close. As we stood there I noticed a couple of teenage
boys were with their father. I wasn't sure who was staring at my ass
more – the boys or their dad! Naturally I acted as if I didn't notice
but I bent down to look at some of the cookies in the display rack by the
checkout counter. I could feel the already tight denim stretch almost to
the breaking point and the seam pulled up into my pussy to where it was
starting to feel pretty good actually!
I didn't look back but I could only imagine the wide eyes as they
shamelessly stared at my butt. I stood up after Charlene pocketed her
change and we walked out together. Once we were outside she broke out in
giggles.
"I can't believe you did that!" she snickered, "Have you no shame?"
I reached over and hugged her which was actually the first time we had
touched so far this afternoon.
"Well, you've read most of my diary, are you really surprised?" I said
with a sly grin.
Charlene shook her head as we walked across the lot. "Well, it's one
thing to read them but quite another thing to see you in action! To be
perfectly honest, I sometimes questioned whether or not you were
exaggerating in some of them but I guess you weren't. God, I was never
so forward when I was your age!" We both laughed at that and soon we
reached her car, or more properly, her minivan. Wow! She really was a
soccer mom! She pressed the remote a couple of times and we both got in
and buckled up. We looked across at each other and when I smiled at her
she actually blushed!
"You really are very pretty Kelly," she said softly as she paused before
starting the van.
I just smiled back at her all the more and sat still in my seat as she
pulled out of the parking lot and headed up the road.
Chapter 5 – Charlene Learns What It’s Like to Be Licked by a Girl
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I didn't know exactly where Charlene lived but I knew in what township
and it seemed we were heading in the wrong direction. I started to speak
up but she had already anticipated my question.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I have to pick up Ryan. He's at soccer
practice and I have to bring him home." She was watching the road as she
drove but still managed to see the questioning look on my face. "Don't
worry, he will be leaving right away to visit some friend's house, I made
sure of that!"
"What about...," I started to ask. Charlene again anticipated my
question.
"Mindy is heading out to the movies, she is probably pacing like a caged
up tiger waiting for Ryan to get home so he can drop her off, and Joey is
staying with his grandparents this week - they live up in Butler. Ron's
at work and never gets home before 7:00 so don't worry – we'll have the
house all to ourselves!"
Well, it seemed she had it all worked out. We were soon at practice
field where waiting for us impatiently was her fifteen year old son Ryan.
He started to get in the front door but then saw me and hopping in back
instead. I would have loved to have seen the look on his face! He was
probably wondering who I was and why I was in the van.
"Hey Ryan, how was practice?" Charlene asked.
God, it was like I was an episode of "Leave it to Beaver" or something!
Minivan, mom in her pant suit, son in his sweats and now probably heading
to some typical home in the suburbs with a dog! Ryan just grunted
something unintelligible but Charlene just brushed it off.
"Ryan, this is Kelly," Charlene said.
She seemed to have a knack for knowing what people were about to ask and
I was sure Ryan was curious about me even if he couldn't see much of me
as he was directly behind my seat. "She's going to start doing some
tutoring this summer and was going to see if any of my old books and
stuff might be helpful."
I wasn't quite sure what she was talking about but evidently Ryan did
because he didn't say a word the rest of the way home. Charlene had
never mentioned anything about teaching before, she just said she was a
housewife. We pulled up to a beautiful two story brick home set back in
the trees. A cobblestone driveway wound its way through the trees to the
open door in the 3- car garage. The place looked immaculate and
obviously somebody in the household was pulling in some big money!
Charlene had never talked much about her husband, only that he was away a
lot on business which is what led her to start chatting on the Internet.
Hmmm, I wondered what business he was in! In the garage was what looked
to be a brand new black Mercedes and the other spot was empty – probably
where her husband parked. Ryan hopped out as soon as the van stopped and
ran into the house through a door at the end of the garage. Charlene and
I got out more slowly and again she seemed to be reading my mind.
"I hope you didn't mind the van," she said, "I would have drove the
Mercedes but I had to pick up Ryan and sometimes he is so dirty after
practice!"
Well, so much for "Leave it to Beaver"! These folks were loaded! The
doorway through which Ryan had disappeared led into a mudroom where had
had dumped his bag and shoes and was now out of sight.
"Come on in," she invited me, "The place is a wreck so please excuse the
mess."
Well, if this is what the place looked like when it was a "mess", I
couldn't imagine it when it was "clean"! Just as we came in I heard a
huff from what must have been Mindy. She was still around the corner in
the kitchen and so she didn't see me but I could just see her. She was
your typical sixteen year old and despite her mother's claims to the
contrary, was dressed to the hilt complete with full makeup and an
attitude to match. Her outfit was more "Britney Spears" than anything.
My mom wouldn't have batted an eye if I had worn it at her age but if
Charlene thought my tight jeans were sinful than I could only imagine
what she thought of Mindy in her short skirt and cami!
"God Mom, could you have possibly been ANY later?" I heard her whine.
"Mindy, you know better than to talk like that. Good lord – you're not
going out like THAT are you?" Charlene exclaimed. I grinned at the irony
when I considered what she was planning to do herself today but at the
same time it seemed almost surreal to listen to this mother-daughter
exchange when in a few minutes I could very well be in bed with the mom!
Ryan was back now and like a typical guy he must not have bothered to
shower before changing into his ripped jeans and shirt. He actually
looked grungier now than he did coming home from practice!
"It’s about time Ryan!" Mindy bitched at him. God was she ever the
little princess! I heard her march off in a huff to the garage with Ryan
right behind. In their rush they apparently never even saw me standing
off in the corner. The garage door slammed shut and I heard the minivan
start up and roar out of the garage. Charlene came up to me looking a
little sheepish.
"Sorry about all that," she said ruefully, "They are at that age it
seems."
We both laughed and she gave me a tour of the house. The place was huge,
even bigger than it appeared from the outside. The kitchen looked like
something from a professional chef's home, the great room had a gigantic
fire place with a ceiling that rose to the top of the house. Every room,
from the smallest bedroom to the huge family room, was something out of
the Martha Stewart magazine.
Then she led me out to the back where they had a magnificent deck and
incredible curved pool with a diving board and slide. It was surrounded
by trees and fencing making it totally private as well. I couldn't help
but imagine what I would be doing if I had a pool like that in my back
yard!
"Well, what do you think of our little abode?" she asked as she turned to
face me.
I let loose a deep breath and replied, "Wow! It's incredible. I can't
imagine living in a house like this."
Charlene grinned at that. "I can't say it's not nice. The kids really
are pretty good most of the time – you just caught them at a bad moment
I'm afraid. My husband is just wonderful and he like to take good care
of me as you can see. I use to teach but now I don't have to work
anymore and so I just spend my time taking care of Joey and spending his
money!"
Damn, not a bad gig if you can get it! Well, the tour was great and all
but I was beginning to wonder whether or not Charlene was really going to
go through with this. It was almost like she was stalling, using the
tour to avoid having to do anything. So far the only time we had even
touched each other was when I hugged her outside the restaurant. Most
boys were at second base by now with me – or farther! I guessed it was
going to take some initiative on my part.
"You haven't shown me your bedroom yet Charlene," I said with a seductive
tone.
Charlene blushed again and for a moment I wondered if she was going to
not show it to me. Then a look of resolve came to her face and she led
the way back into the house. I followed her up the spiraling stairs and
into what at first I thought was another living room except this one had
a bed in it.
Talk about a master bedroom! This one was HUGE. A giant king-size bed
with a canopy dominated the center of the room with matching furniture
skillfully laid out to fill the rest of the room. An open doorway led to
the bathroom which again was bigger than my parents family room.
Everything was marble or granite with gold fixtures and I even wondered
if they weren't real gold!
A portrait of her and her husband hung in the room. He was incredibly
handsome and the two of them made a terrific looking pair. I looked back
at the bed and then at the portrait again and then at Charlene.
"When was the last..." I started to say and Mrs. Clairvoyant once again
finished my sentence.
"The last time we made love?" she asked. "Sunday afternoon after
church."
Damn! How did she do that? It was like she was reading my mind. Well,
if she could then she should know what to do next. This was definitely
not anything like I had fantasized for my first time meeting someone on-
line! Charlene seemed to be the perfect mother and housewife. She was
faithful to her husband, loved her kids, active in church (based on the
literature and bulletins I saw on the counters) and besides all that,
just a very sweet and loving soul.
Then there was me, standing in the middle of her bedroom like some whore
about to do a trick. Suddenly my stomach felt funny, almost ill as I
felt totally out of place, almost as if I was somehow defiling something
sacred. For the first time I started questioning whether or not this was
the right thing to do. Fortunately Charlene finally took the initiative.
"Kelly, I have always wondered what it would be like to be with another
woman. I just don't know what to do, what is expected of me. Can you
help me please?"
My mind snapped out of the trance I was falling into and suddenly as I
looked at her I realized how much I wanted her. She was by no means the
woman she had been twenty years before but the innocence and virtue that
seemed to flow from her overwhelmed me. I wanted to feel her exploring
me as she touched a woman with lust for the first time in her life. I
moved up close to her and put my arms around her. She was about an inch
taller than me so we matched up well and our eyes met.
"Kiss me," I said to her gently.
Without another word she closed her eyes and her lips parted slightly as
we moved closer until I felt her mouth against mine. Her lips were warm
and soft and once committed, she didn't hold back. It was like she had
finally let down her guard and released her pent up desires all at once.
God it was so passionate! She put her arms around me and pulled me in
tight to her, our tongues touching and playing. Finally we parted and
she gasped, a look of bewilderment on her face.
"Oh god I kissed a girl!" she exclaimed softly, more to herself than to
me.
It wasn't an expression of regret but rather one of amazement and wonder.
She leaned forward and again we kissed, this time with even more passion
if that were possible. I felt her hand move down my back and then she
gingerly cupped my butt in her hands. My own hand felt their way to the
front of her and I struggled to undo her belt and finally I was able to
get it open. My hands worked their way into the elastic back of the
pants and down inside her panties until I had her bare ass in my hands.
Even though it was bigger than any I had ever held before, it wasn't
gross or anything like that. Charlene was a little overweight but I
wouldn't classify her as fat by any means.
"I can’t believe I'm holding your ass," she whispered to me in my ear.
"Mmmmmmm, I want you to hold a lot more than that," I responded softly as
I grabbed onto her ass and pulled it towards me. "Undress me," I
whispered to her.
Charlene let go of me and stepped back just enough to be able to see my
front. I noticed her hands were shaking just a little as she lifted my
cami over my head. Then she unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them. She
tried to lower them down but they were so tight she struggled to get them
over my hips. I finally had to help her and once they cleared my butt
she lowered them down and I tried to step out of them but forgot about my
sneakers.
We giggled like little girls as she kneeled down to untie them and slip
them off my feet so she could pull my jeans completely off of me. I was
left standing there bottomless in just my bra which felt sort of funny
since I didn't have anything else on. Charlene gazed at me, looking me
up and down as if she hadn't seen a girl before!
"All of it," I whispered huskily, "Take my bra off."
Charlene expertly unsnapped my bra and lowered it down over my arms. God
it felt so good to let my boobs be free again as I hate wearing bras! I
stood there completely nude in front of this older woman who was still
fully dressed but I loved every second of it as she licked her dry lips
as she gazed at my nude body.
"Oh Kelly, you're so beautiful," she said in a voice filled with emotion.
For a moment I thought she would cry! "How could anyone as pretty as you
ever want me?" she said, a tear starting to form in her eye.
I didn't say a word as frankly, I had absolutely no idea what to say at
the time! So instead of saying something stupid I started to undress
her, slowly, one piece at a time. She just stood there as I did,
seemingly uncertain as to how to react to me. Finally she was just in
her white bra and pink nylon panties (yep, soccer mom!). I started to
pull her panties down but she grabbed me by the shoulders. I looked up
at her and she struggled to speak.
"I wasn't lying to you when I said I have never been with a girl like
this," she said in a shaky voice. "I really I don't know if I can go
through with this."
"It's ok Charlene," I said in soothing voice, "you're a beautiful woman
and I want you."
I resumed pulling down her panties and this time she didn't resist. As
her panties moved down they revealed her pussy and I smiled as I saw how
bushy she was. She probably had never trimmed it in her entire life! I
know some girls are so self-conscious about their pussies and even
trimming them is too "naughty" for them. I wondered if she and her
husband enjoyed oral sex? Well, I would find out soon enough hopefully!
Her panties cleared her full ass and I pulled them down to her bare feet
and she gingerly stepped out of them. I stood up, holding her panties
and then I put them to my face and drew in a deep breath.
"Mmmmmmm, you smell so strong," I whispered.
For just a moment she looked at me like I was some sort of alien but
didn't say a word. I guess she had never seen a girl sniff her panties
before – maybe not even a guy for that matter!
I dropped her soiled panties to the floor and moved behind her. Her bra
had more than twice as many snaps as mine and it was just plain easier if
I could see what I was doing! I quickly unsnapped her and then moved
back around to the front where she dropped her arms and the bra slid off
them and down to the floor, releasing her ample boobs.
"They're not nearly as firm as yours are Kelly," she said.
I just smiled and cupped them in my hand. They were definitely the
largest boobs I had ever held! They were a little bit on the saggy side
but that was as much to do with their DD size as anything else. Heck, it
would have taken some radical surgery to keep boobs like hers from
sagging! They felt hefty in my hands but soft and warm as any natural
boob feels.
I leaned down and took her right nipple in my mouth, pulling on it gently
and then running my tongue in circles around it. I was pleased to hear
her moaning softly as she responding to me. I used both hands to caress
the boob I was sucking and massaged it gently as my mouth did most of the
work.
"Oh Kelly, that feels so good!" she said, a little louder and more firmly
now. Her nipple swelled and hardened and I took it gently between my
teeth and tugged softly on it while my tongue licked the tip. After a
while I switched to her other breast and repeated the same sequence there
such that both of her nipples were rock hard, wet and sensitive.
I stood up and took her by the hand and pulled her gently but firmly to
the bed. She threw back the covers and we laid on the soft sheets in the
center of the bed. She was on her back and so I laid to the side of her
and slightly on top so I could continue my work on her huge boobs. I
looked down her body as I did and admired her. She was a little
overweight but somehow manage to keep it distributed such that she wasn't
overly plump on any one area. There were no mounds of fat anywhere, just
a little extra meat in most places. All in all she was a very sexy
looking mom! Looking down her smooth stomach I could see the hairy mound
of pubic hair rising between her legs and I couldn't wait to bury my face
in it!
I traced my fingers slowly down Charlene's stomach, running them sideways
back and forth such that with each pass I moved a little further down
towards my goal. Once when my fingertips lightly touched her side just
below her belly button she jump and giggled.
"Sorry," she said rather sheepishly, "I'm VERY ticklish right there."
I just looked up at her as I kept her nipple in my mouth and smiled as I
continued my teasingly slow explorations. Finally I brushed against the
start of her pubic line and I could feel the coarse hair as my hand
passed by. My hand stopped in the center and I pushed downwards until my
fingers were intertwined with her long pussy hair. I had always loved
the feel of pubic hair between my fingers – male or female. It had such
a different texture and feel and the stiff curls in it pulled through my
fingers as I stroked it. I was just barely above her clit when her hand
suddenly clasped mine and held it in place.
"I've never been touched there by a girl before" she whispered in a
quivering voice.
I looked up at her and smiled, "Don't worry Charlene... trust me."
Her legs were together as I pushed my fingers between her thighs. As I
pressed harder I felt them part as she spread her legs to allow me to
reach between them more easy access to her pussy. My hand cupped her
pussy, my palm on top of her clit with my fingers extended downward over
her pussy lips. I pressed my entire hand against her to apply an even
pressure over her entire crotch, pulling upward and gently moving my hand
to massage her.
Ever so slowly I let my fingers begin to work their way between her pussy
lips, my hand still moving between her thighs. Mmmmmmm, they were
already wet and my fingers easily slid between them and I could feel my
fingertips run over her pussy hole and down to her ass before pulling
back up over her pussy hole and upwards until I just grazed her clit.
"Oh god that feels so good Kelly," Charlene gasped as my finger began to
run circles around her clit.
I put two fingers on her, one on each side of her clit, and gently
massaged her with my fingers. Her hips began to slowly gyrate under me
and I adjusted the speed of my fingers to match her movements, circling
in the opposite direction as her hips.
After a while my fingers moved down and keeping my palm pressed against
her clit, I pressed my middle finger against the outer opening of her
pussy. Her legs spread even further apart as I watched my hand playing
with her, my finger slowly pushing its way into her inner pussy. When I
was in to my first knuckle I started to make circles inside of her,
running my finger around the opening of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...," was all Charlene was able to say by now and I was
getting so wet myself seeing her getting turned on this way.
Encouraged by her response, I released her nipple and licked my way down
to her belly button at which point I used my tongue to circle around her
belly button, licking the soft skin of her abdomen. I pulled my hand
from her pussy and put my fingers to my nose and took in the sweet smell
of her wet pussy. The older a woman got it seemed the more distinctive
and strong her pussy smelled. At one end of the spectrum was Tammy, my
thirteen (soon to be fourteen) year-old cousin whose pussy only had a
faint odor and the taste was very mild. My other cousin, Kristi, was
nineteen and I had been tasting her for almost three years now and always
enjoyed the sharp taste of her teenage cunt. At the other end had been
my mom and her sister who had a very strong smell, especially when they
were horny and even more so after they had cum. There were times I could
smell my mom just sitting next to her if she was particularly hot about
something. Charlene was almost as old as my aunt and her pussy had a
pleasant odor very similar to hers.
I wondered for a moment what Mindy's pussy would have smelled like and if
it would have been like Kristi's. For a moment I almost giggled as I
thought of myself as a carnival act, guessing women's ages by smelling
their pussies! The thought went out of my mind as I put my finger in my
mouth and tasted the remains of her pussy juices that covered it.
Mmmmmmm, I couldn't wait to get to the source!
Getting up on my knees, I was twisted and crawled around until I was
between her legs. I looked at her as she watched me intently, her head
supported by a pillow. From the look on her face I could tell that she
knew what I was about to do and my heart skipped a beat as I realized she
was doing nothing to discourage me.
I kept my eyes locked on hers as my head moved slowly downward until it
was between her legs. Even this far away I could smell the musky odor of
her pussy and I glanced down as smiled as I saw it glistening in the dim
light of the bedroom. I turned my head to the side and kissed the inner
part of her thigh, letting my tongue run up and down it as my lips would
kiss her every couple of inches. Her skin was so smooth and she softly
moaned, her hands flat on the bed to her sides as she lifted her hips and
rotated them slowly for me.
Looking her in the eyes again, I moved forward until my face felt the
outer fringes of her hairy cunt and I reached out with my tongue until it
just touched her pussy. She was VERY hairy and I started to use my hand
to spread it apart when her hands reached down and pushed her hair out of
the way, spreading her pussy open in the process. I looked down then and
saw her pussy lips pulled apart, exposing her swollen clit which was
pushing out of its hiding place for me to see like a hard little dick. I
took it in my mouth, pulling on it gently between my lips as I had done
to her nipples earlier.
"Oh my god!" she gasped as I felt her body stiffen.
As I sucked on her clit I pushed my finger back inside of her and slowly
stroked it in and out of her like she was being fucked. She released her
pussy and took her boobs in her hands, massaging them as she watched me
licking her pussy. The more I licked her the loader her moans became.
She was definitely what I heard guys refer to as "a moaner"!
As I fucked her first with one and then two fingers she started to hump
like she was actually being fucked to the point where it was hard for me
to keep my mouth on her clit. Then she put both of her hands on my head
and pushed me down tight onto her pussy while at the same time arching
her back and driving her hips up into my face.
"Don't stop... Oh fuck, don't stop now... Make me cum!" she cried out as
she grabbed my head like it was a melon and pressed me into her.
I kept going, running my tongue on her clit and licking her pussy.
Suddenly she froze and I didn't even hear her breathing. A few second
later her pussy gushed out at me and she let out a huge breath as she
cried out. She held her hips up, then quickly bounced down and then
pushed them up again to hold them against my face, repeating this several
times as her orgasm racked her body. Her legs squeezed my head as she
held me tightly to her pussy and for a moment I actually wondered if I
was going to be able to breathe!
Finally she literally collapsed on the bed, her arms and legs flat and
her chest heaving as she gasped for air. I moved to her side and crawled
up to be alongside of her and then laid next to her so our bodies pressed
against each other along their full lengths. She felt like she was on
fire and her skin was slick with a thin film of sweat that covered her.
Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed beet red and she breathed
heavily. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and her eyes
opened. I leaned back and smiled at her as she grinned up at me.
"Well?...," I whispered to her.
"God, that was incredible Kelly," she said in a raspy voice, "I've never
cum like that before... never!"
I gave her a wink and a peck on the cheek. "Like they say, nobody can
lick pussy like another girl!" I said with a sly grin.
"Damn, you can say that again!" she replied as her cheeks puffed out and
she released another long breath.
We kissed again and her tongue ran over my lips and touched mine as we
played like little girls exploring each other for the first time. Then I
reminded myself that in a way that is what is actually was for her as she
had never kissed a girl before!
She turned on her side and we took each other in our arms and just kissed
for the longest time. Her large breasts pressed against mine and I felt
a tingle in mine as her hard nipples brushed my own. Her hands wandered
over me like a boy in a drive-in theater groping a girl for the first
time, running through my hair, down my back and then cupping my ass in
her hand. Then finally she pulled me tight against her and just hugged
me before she whispered in my ear.
"Let me try now Kelly," she said in a voice so low I could barely hear
her even though she was so close I could feel her breath against the side
of my face as she spoke. " I want to make you cum the way you did for
me."
Well, I wasn't going to argue with that! I had a different idea though
for her first pussy tasting. I pushed her onto her back again and she
looked at me questioningly.
"Don't worry... trust me," I said reassuringly to her.
Chapter 6 – Charlene Licks Her First Pussy
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Once Charlene was on her back again I got up on my knees and then grabbed
the headboard behind her and used it to balance me as I swung one leg
over her until I was straddling her chest. She looked at me with a bit
of surprise but I just put my finger to my mouth, hushing her to keep
quiet and have patience.
I could feel her boobs under my ass and I gyrated my hips slowly to let
them rub against my exposed pussy. I was wet from anticipation my pussy
slid over her nipples. She smiled up at me and her hands held my ass
gently, squeezing my buttocks and then releasing them.
I raised myself up on her until my crotch was a couple of inches above
her face and look down at her in the eyes. She alternated looking at me
and then at my pussy. This was probably the closest her face had ever
been to another woman's crotch and I could see her licking her lips
subconsciously.
"Ready?" I asked her. It wasn't necessary to say anything more, she knew
exactly what I was asking her about.
She didn't actually answer but instead just smiled and nodded her head
just enough for me to understand. She had this look of determination on
her, as if she was approaching some new challenge and was about to give
it her all. I slowly lowered myself down to her face, leaning over and
holding onto the top of the headboard to keep myself from dropping down
on her too fast. She stuck out her tongue and reached out to me as my
wet pussy approached.
Unlike her, my pussy was smoothly shaven and so there was no preliminary
touching of hair like I had felt with her. I felt a tingle run through
me as I felt the tip of her tongue touch me for the first time and I
lowered myself down more until I felt myself lightly touching her face.
Her hands gripped my ass tightly and her tongue run up and down my pussy.
I didn't say a word but let her natural instincts take over. Unlike a
guy, she knew what was what down there and where it felt good.
Most guys had no clue how to lick a pussy, especially the younger ones.
Heck, half of them didn't even know where my clit was let alone what to
do with it. Most boys figured a girl's inner pussy was where all the
action was, a mistake I guess which was only natural considering that's
where their cock fit in. Even older guys would push their fingers up
into me and play around with their fingertips, wrongfully assuming the
deeper they touched me the better I liked it.
I was just as amazed at how many girls were too embarrassed to tell a guy
what he was doing wrong and just let them fumble about thinking they were
the greatest pussy eaters in history. It wouldn't be so bad except
sometimes I was the next girl and had to set them right without crushing
their egos too badly.
From Charlene's actions, I would have known she was a girl even if I had
been blindfolded. Her tongue focused on my clit and she didn't try to
smash it but instead played the tip of her tongue around it, teasing it,
caressing it. She would then lick my pussy slit, working her way to my
pussy hole and pushing her tongue just inside of me.
Guys always seemed to think they had to get in deep and so although they
might try for a while with their tongue, they would always want to use
their finger instead so they could reach in me deeper. Idiots! Most
tongues were plenty long enough to reach into me where I was the most
sensitive other than my clit. The first half inch or so of my pussy was
the most erotic and sensitive part of my cunt and to feel a tongue
playing it was far better than any finger!
The only good thing a finger in my pussy did was to stroke in and out of
me and act like a cock was fucking me. Not that that was bad! The key
is that a tongue just inside of me beat a finger deep in me every day of
the week! Believe it or not, what I have found actually works best with
guys is to show them how I masturbate. Not just laying back and closing
my eyes and pretending he is not there just to put on a show. No, the
best thing was to explain to him what I was doing, show him where I liked
to touch myself, explain to him where I was sensitive and where I wasn't
quite so much.
Charlene was, as I expected, a natural pussy eater. I gasped and moaned
as she would loft her head up and push her face into my crotch. I could
feel her nose pressing against my clit as her mouth and tongue played
with my pussy. Her hot breath felt wonderful against me as it gently
passed over my clit which was about as sensitive as it could possibly be
at this point.
"That's it Charlene," I told her, "That's just what I want... Almost
there... Almost there!"
Indeed I was! I could feel that odd sensation in me that I always had
when an orgasm was about to strike me. It was like the calm just before
a thunderstorm struck except in this case it was as if the sun was
shining brightly, warming me inside as my body seemed to withdraw from
reality, ready to concentrate on nothing more than the storm about to
surge in me. Her tongue flicked against my clit again and the storm came
crashing in. Mt back arched and my head fell back as Charlene's tongue
pressed again against my clit.
"Yesssssssssss!" I cried out, loud enough that if someone had been in the
house they would have probably come running to see what had happened to
me.
It was simple really, what was happening was my body was literally
screaming as it felt like a fire was surging through me. I felt my pussy
releasing a wave of cum onto her face, almost like I was peeing on her
from the way it flooded over her. I ground my pussy into her face as my
hips rotated in small circles around and around.
I looked down to see Charlene's eyes wide open, staring at me as if she
was wondering what wild animal was sitting on her face. I slid down her
and laid on top of her, my head on her shoulder as her arms wrapped
around me and help me tight against her. She turned her head towards me
and we kissed, my pussy cum all over her face. Mmmmmmm, I loved tasting
myself on someone else, their face cock, whatever. We stayed like that
while my pussy slowly calmed down. I felt totally spent, as if she had
drained everything from me when I came on her.
"Oh Charlene, that was wonderful," I whispered to her.
"I never dreamed it would be like that," she said, closing her eyes as if
reliving the past moments. "I honestly never knew I could feel this
way."
It was getting close to the time when any of the kids might be coming
back. Reluctantly we parted and got off the bed. We both stood there
naked, facing each other. It was if we both were thinking the same thing
as suddenly we both burst into laughter. It wasn't that there was
anything funny about what we had done, it was more laughter over how
happy we both felt, as if we were releasing the last bit if tension we
had been harboring. Charlene looked in the mirror and gasped.
"Oh god, look at me!" she said as she put her hands to her face, "I look
like a wreck, I have GOT to take a shower."
I looked at the clock and reminded her what time it was. It was hard to
believe how fast a couple of hours could go by! Charlene looked torn as
on the one hand she knew her kids could be home any second but on the
other she didn't know to explain the she looked – and smelled if she
didn't know it. I started to dress and she finally did the same, shaking
her head in disbelief at what we were doing.
I grabbed a hairbrush from her dresser and ran it though my hair as I
looked in her mirror. I grinned at the face I saw in the mirror. I had
that glow about me that my liked to describe as my "just been fucked"
look. Basically it meant I was flushed with bright eyes and a wicked
grin I couldn't wipe off my face if you punched me! Charlene doused
herself with some perfume and brushed her hair into place as well and off
we went.
Charlene drove me home... in her Mercedes this time. We were both a bit
overwhelmed by everything still and didn't say a word the entire way
back. When we reached my house she pulled into the driveway and turned
off the car. She turned in the seat and faced me.
"Can we do this again Kelly?" she asked.
Part of me wanted to immediately answer with a resounding "YES!" but I
knew it wasn't possible. Just as I never met again with the married guys
I let fuck me, I knew deep in my heart there was no way we could ever do
this again. If we left it as it was, it would always be wonderful
experience for the both of us. If we did it again it would be a
relationship and neither of us needed one of those. I leaned over and we
kissed passionately, not caring who may see us as they drove by. We
parted and I looked into her eyes and sadly shook my head.
"I'm sorry Charlene," I said slowly, "I think you know we can't do this
again."
Charlene's face scrunched up but she nodded her head knowingly. "Yes, I
understand," she replied, "But I still want you to know how much I
appreciate what you did for me today."
I blew her a kiss and got out of the car and closed the door. Charlene
backed out of the driveway and we waved to one another as she drove off.
I felt conflicted, sorry to see her go yet in some way relieved. At the
start of the day I had been so excited about the possibilities yet in
some ways incredibly afraid. I had never done anything like this before
and now that it was over I knew I didn't have to do it again.
I went into the house where my mother was waiting. She looked at me with
a questioning gaze and didn't say a word. I stood there at first, trying
my best to put on a blank face. Then suddenly I couldn't hold it back
anymore and I smiled and rushed into her waiting arms. We hugged and
kissed and then she held me at arm’s length.
"Well?" was all she said.
"Let’s go upstairs and I'll tell you all about it," I said with a nasty
grin.
She looked at me and then smiled in return, taking my hand as she led me
to her room., Nothing beats an evening with my mom and tonight it was
especially hot as I told her all about my day. What a way to end what
was one of the most incredible days I had had in a long time!
THE END