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My friend’s mother takes my virginityI lost my virginity at quite an early age to a much older woman.I had an interest in older women thanks to my English teacher Mrs Henderson. She was a petite lady in her mid 50s, slim, graceful, stylish in her contemporary choice of clothes and very socially skilled. She was also quite horny at times! Mrs Henderson regularly stood at the front of the class, often reading aloud a passage from a book or talking with us and I’d notice that she’d habitually lean into the table and gently, rhythmically nudge it. Sometimes she’d appear a little distant and distracted. Watching this behaviour closely (I sat at the front of the class to her right) I noticed that the drawers of the wooden table had little knobs standing about an inch proud of the surface. When she wore her cork wedge shoes (stylish at that time) or stood on tip-toe just so, her crotch would align with the knobs and it was these that she’d tease herself with during the lesson. On one occasion she saw me looking and gave me a wink, smiling broadly.On another occasion, a hot summer’s afternoon, my classmates and I were running out to practice field sports and I noticed Mrs Henderson taking a break. She was laying out on the grass, back against the staff room wall facing the field and the sun. As we played I could see her watching. On our way back to the changing rooms after practice, hot and sweaty, I noticed that Mrs H had rolled up her skirt to the top of her thighs and was sitting primly with her knees up and together. As we passed she called me over and, when others had passed, she said ‘well played’, smiling and parting her knees briefly as she did so to flash her furry, moist pussy before asking me to help her stand. She winked again and strolled casually back into the school without another word. I couldn’t shower with the other boys with a hard-on so I had to make some excuse about forgetting my towel to avoid that tricky situation!Mrs H was only the inspiration. The crime was committed with someone else.Dave was one of my best mates and we often played at his house. His dad Tom was a moderately tall, chubby man with thinning hair and came across as friendly but firm with clear rules about behaviour and language. He often worked away for weeks at a time. Dave’s mum Anne was around 5ft 6, slim in her early 30’s with wavy shoulder-length hair (naturally brunette but occasionally dyed blonde) and a friendly, chatty nature. I didn’t often see her around as she worked night shifts at the hospital and slept during the day. Tom and Anne were good friends with my parents and we often ‘house-watched’ while on holiday, exchanging house keys and popping in to clear the mail from the letterbox and check everything was okay. When Dave and his family were away, my parents trusted me with their key and I visited Dave’s home during the day. Of course, as a naturally curious XX year old I often went exploring around their house. It was during their Easter holiday that I discovered Anne and Tom’s naughty side. Inspired by thoughts of Mrs H I wondered if Anne was similarly mischievous and decided to look around pendik escort their bedroom. The room smelled wonderful, a heady mixture of body odours and perfume. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to understand their habits and preferences. It was clear who slept on which side of the bed. In the cupboard of Tom’s nightstand was a stack of Fiesta magazines; soft porn pictures with hardcore stories and a fantastic ‘Reader’s Wives’ section where people had submitted their Polaroids for publication. A fantastic eye-opener for a nerdy, naive and inexperienced XX-year old boy!Anne was a helpfully messy mum. There were clothes and underwear spilling out of the laundry basket and casually discarded around the bedroom, a mixture of ‘everyday and functional’ and ‘lacy and silky’. Under the bed were discarded shoes including a variety of Anne’s high heels and a lonely shoe box. Inside the box were four or five long, plastic items of various shapes, textures and sizes. It was the thick, veined fake penis that caught my attention and gave the clue as to what the rest might be! As I picked that up it began to buzz and vibrate and I dropped it in surprise before fumbling to work out how to turn it off.That first visit was an astonishing watershed, a rush of dawning realisation about sex that I hadn’t appreciated before. I laid on their bed reading through Fiesta, slowly stroking myself with my cock wrapped in a pair of Anne’s silky knickers from the laundry basket. I’d never felt so engorged before. It hurt to jack off, yet it was compulsive and I exploded into Anne’s underwear. Knowing that they wouldn’t be back until the end of the week and that I’d be back to ‘check the mail’ again next day, I left the cum-filled knickers out to dry (I could add it back into the laundry basket later) and borrowed a different copy of Fiesta to take home that evening.It’s fair to say that whenever Dave said he was going away on holiday that was great news! He announced another a few months later in July and again my parents assigned me ‘house watch duty’. I was delighted.As usual I entered through the back door, kicked off my boots, walked through the kitchen and hallway to the front door, cleared up the mail from the floor and stacked it on the counter in the kitchen. But there was music from upstairs. Thinking that something like a radio had been left turned on by mistake I strolled barefoot up the wooden stairs, following the sound into Tom and Anne’s bedroom.I walked in on Anne, spreadeagled on her bed, uniform skirt pulled high around her waist, eyes closed, left hand slowly moving a long pink vibrator in and out of her furry pussy. A floorboard creaked and she opened here eyes. “Shit!” she exclaimed. I expected her to be as embarrassed as I, to hurriedly cover herself up, to bawl me out for intruding. But no; she smiled broadly and laid back with her eyes closed, whispering softly “Well, I wasn’t expecting visitors.”I turned away, mumbled something about being sorry and thinking that they were on holiday and, feeling scared and confused, stepped back toward the hallway. Swiftly, Anne reached forward, grabbing escort pendik my hand. “Don’t worry,” she giggled, “Don’t go, let me explain. Come and sit beside me” and she gently guided me to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. Anne explained that although Tom and Dave had left early to start their journey, Anne had only just returned from night shift and planned to sleep first then travel later to join them. “I’m sure that you sometimes stroke yourself and feel nice and relaxed, don’t you? Well, this is what I use to relax and feel good” she said, presenting the vibrator for me to look at. I could see that it was slick with her juices and it smelled wonderful.”I think that last time you were here you looked at Tom’s magazines, didn’t you?”. I must have looked shocked and guilty as hell as she continued “Don’t worry, it’s okay. It’s natural to be curious. Did you enjoy reading them and looking at the women?” Still shocked and embarrassed, I said yes. “Ok, so you’ve already seen me nude then!” she laughed. I was puzzled. “Here, I’ll show you.” and she reached over to Tom’s nightstand, pulling out an older, dog-eared copy of Fiesta, opening it at the Readers’ Wives spread. “There, you see?” And she was right. There was Anne in four slightly blurry Polaroid poses of her in the garden and in the bed where we were sitting, bending over showing her ass and sitting spreadeagled and cupping her breast. “So you see, I don’t mind you being here and seeing me being a bit naughty.” She giggled again. As I looked up from the pictures she stood and turned her back to me, looking over her shoulder and pointing at the top of the zip “Can you unzip me please?” Now my heart was pounding. My hand shook as I reached up and pulled the zip of her uniform slowly down her back. It snagged and I had to stand and use both hands to try a couple of times to get it undone. “Thanks,” she said, pulling her arms free from the sleeves and wriggling her hips until the uniform fell to the floor. Turning to the side, she watched me as I looked at her bare ass, her breasts restrained in a black, lacy bra. Swiftly and expertly she reached behind, unclipped her bra and let that drop to the floor freeing her large breasts and dark, aureola. She gently stroked her nipples and said “They look like this when I feel naughty.” Then she looked at the bulge in my jeans “And I can see what happens when you’re feeling naughty, too,” she giggled again, “So let’s be naughty together!” “But,” she said firmly, “if you’re not happy with anything, or you don’t feel right you have to say ‘stop’ and we’ll stop straight away, understood?” I nodded.Anne turned to face me, pushed me gently so that I sat back on the bed and, bending forwards, rested her arms on my shoulders with her breasts hanging and gently swaying. “Touch them,” she whispered, “feel how soft they are.” Nervously I stroked her warm, velvety skin with the tips of my fingers, gently cupped them in my hands, then traced a finger around one of her nipples. She sighed and shuddered, then reached to my waist, swiftly pulled off my T-shirt over my head and pushed me back pendik escort bayan onto the bed. She cupped the bulge in my jeans in her hand. “Well, you’ve seen all of me, can I see you?” I nodded again, nervously. Anne unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans then looked into my eyes grinning broadly as she pulled my jeans from under me and down, discarding them across the room. She kneeled to place her breasts over my hard cock, gently caressing it with her nipples, her eyes closed and breathing deeply. Then she sat back on her haunches, face level with my crotch and began to kiss delicately around then all over my penis. Gently, she pulled back the foreskin and licked around the glans. Again, the feeling of painful engorgement, the waves of pleasure. Anne sighed contentedly then said “Get comfortable on the bed. I’d like to watch how you play with yourself, and you can watch what I do too.” We lay next to each other, Anne’s head level with my crotch, mine close to her pussy. I stroked as I watched her first with her fingers, parting her pussy lips and gently teasing, then plunging deep, then picking up the veined penis vibrator from the bed next to her and pushing that in deeper. I listened to her breathlessness, smelled and saw her sweet juices. She paused. “We have a problem. I’m playing with this fake plastic thing and there’s a real one right in front of my eyes. That’s ridiculous. Would you like to be inside me instead?” It was my turn to grin broadly.She pulled the vibrator slowly from her pussy with a slick, wet sound and rolled me onto my back. She sat astride me then, leaning forward and gently holding my penis between her legs, poised. “Are you sure?” she teased, grinning. I lifted myself onto one elbow, reaching forward to cup her breast and suck gently on her nipple. “Oh!” she cried and plunged down onto my cock. It was an astonishing feeling as she gripped me tight in her hot, slick pussy and began to ride. Pumping slowly at first Anne got faster, getting breathless. Her breasts bounced and swayed and I reached up to cup them, stroking her nipples with my thumbs. She rode faster and harder, moaning with each thrust until I exploded inside her, filling her with cum.Anne collapsed over me, still holding me inside her, hot and breathless. We lay together for a while, exhausted. Anne lifted herself off me saying “one more thing we need to do is clean up this mess” then turned to take my cock in her mouth and suck and lick it. “You taste divine”. She moved to lay next to me on the bed and put her arm around me, smiling. “Thank you”, she said, “you were a great help. I can certainly relax and sleep now” Then, she looked at me very seriously, “You cannot say anything about this to anyone. If you do we’re both in a whole heap of trouble, so not a word. Understand?”Then Anne smiled again. “I need to sleep now and you’d better get dressed and get home. But I would like to be naughty with you again sometime, would that be okay?” As I finished dressing she said “Hold on,” and reached behind, finding and passing me the old, dog-eared Fiesta magazine with her pictures inside. “Have this to help you stay horny, but it’s our secret, okay?”We got together again on several occasions over the years until they moved away. Anne taught me many of the skills of lovemaking in those times together, something that I’m eternally grateful for.

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