This is a first effort for me. I'm sure open for guidance and suggestions. Encouragement helps.
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A couple of things you should know about me. I'm fiercely competitive. God bless um, my parents gave me a set of genes to back it up. I'm 6'2", 220 pounds, I'm fast, I'm strong, and I'm smart. I have always first in my class and first string -- whatever the sport and my girlfriends tell me I'm pretty damn cute, too. Just sayin'.
In sports-crazy Texas that meant I pretty much had things handed to me. Oh, I worked for what I got, but they came easy. That included sex. Lynnette Schmauser and I broke each other in during the 6
th
grade end-of-school picnic. She had young tits and I had pubescent dick, but between kissin, and pettin, and pulling down each other's Wranglers, we got 'er done. It wasn't pretty and it was pretty damn quick, but it was enough for me to keep me coming back for more.
My parents recognized that my cock sure attitude would head me into an early marriage or an early grave. My dad gave me a really frank "this is what kind of trouble your little head can get you in" lecture and told me in no uncertain terms that if I wanted to go as far as my talents could take me I better use my big head first. He ended the lecture with my first box of condoms. Smart dad, smart son. I listened.
By the end of my freshman football season the box was empty. High School was a delicious smorgasbord of Texas beauties. I learned that big tits are fun to tittie fuck, thank you Veronica Sanchez; little puffy nipples grow long and stiff when you suck on them, thank you LeeAnn Cornwall -- she was a moaner. There are squeekers, moaners and screamers. Pussies come in different colors and flavors, thank you Junior Varsity Cheerleaders. If you're not going to get pussy you can usually manage sad eyes and pleading cries and get a good blow job. I'm a little proud that some of my girlfriends made it to their virgin wedding beds with well-developed sucking skills.
But special thanks to my best friend Marty Brown's mom who taught me what a real woman wants and how to give it to her.
It started one hot summer day after we graduated High School. Marty and I had just gotten done with a swim in his back yard. Marty took off for work and before I left Tipi, his mom, asked me if I could help her with a stuck drawer in her bedroom.
I loved looking at Mrs. Brown. She was lush. She was 5' 7". She had chestnut brown hair with red highlights that reached her shoulders. She was a good old Texas girl. She could cuss like a sailor and drink beer till the cows came home. She usually wore Wranglers and a plaid Western cut shirt. She was 38 years old that year. I guess you'd call her figure "mature." Marty's dad worked the off shore oil rigs, so he was gone about 6 weeks at a time.
She had a great set of tits, filled out by three kids. I would learn they were 36 C's. When she moved they were poetry in motion and I had to work at not staring. She normally had the top snaps of her shirt undone so there was always a beautiful valley of breasts to look at. When she bent over and I could see her lacy bra and almost down to her belly button. I had visions of those tits straining in that bra as I jacked off in the shower. On hot days she'd tie off the mid-drift of her shirt. Her tummy had a mom's pooch near the top of her jeans and the marks of 3 pregnancies, but damn, I used to dream of standing behind her and holding that pooch in my hands.
Her Wranglers were never high-school-girl come fuck me tight, but they were the stretch Wranglers that showed a fine looking ass and wide, soft hips. In the summer she changed from jeans to cut-offs. Again, not up-my-twat short, but far enough up her thighs that it gave me more fantasies of what it would be like to unzip that fly and shimmy those cut offs down her long, tanned legs. Sometimes when she knelt down to get something out of a kitchen drawer she showed enough plumbers crack to make my horny high school dick spring to life. I added those lacy panties to shower time with me and my dick. I'd imagine cozying my nose right up against her pussy.
When she went swimming she wore a bikini that was Texas married woman respectable but it still put her luscious tits and well-rounded ass on display. I would watch her jiggle as she walked and feel myself getting hard. She would often jiggle and sway past Marty and me, look over at us and giggle -- yes giggle -- and say something like, "Hiya boys, how they hangin?" Or "Keeping our Texas girls safe from Planned Parenthood?"
Sometimes when she came out of the water her nipples would salute the world. My dick would instantly salute back. I'd grab a towel and cover up. I know she caught me staring. Once or twice I caught her looking at my emerging hard on. She would turn and walk away, but I could see a smirk on her face. For a High School kid around his friend's mom I just wrote it off as "don't I wish." But, crap, she was my mom's age! I figured it was just my best friend's mom laughing at a horny teen ager.
I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom to fix the stuck drawer. She was wearing a cotton robe that came just above her knees. She often wore it over her bikini. I was in my swim team speedos with my towel over my shoulder.
She bent over her dresser to show me the sticking bottom drawer. Oh, shit. Her robe rode up to just below the bell of her ass. There were no bikini bottoms. My eyes just about fell out of my head when I caught a glimpse of her pussy. I thought, "My god I've died and gone to heaven."
"Damn drawer," she muttered. She got on her knees, leaned forward, and pulled on the stuck drawer and the robe rode half way up her ass and put most of her cunt lips on full display. I was on the way to a raging boner. God, she was beautiful. She turned around to say something and saw the look on my face -- hell she might have seen my eyeballs popped out of my head.
"Oh!," she said. "Oops. My bad," and nonchalantly stood and pulled her robe back down. "I'm sorry, Ryan. I hope I didn't embarrass you," she said as she glanced down at my obvious hard on. The best I could do was say, "Uh. Oh. . . Uh."
I got on one knee, trying not to break my cock in half. She bent over next to me, putting one hand on my back and rubbed it a little. Damn, I wanted to turn and look at what had to be a fabulous tit shot. But I didn't dare, so I gave the drawer a good tug. Something was caught on the rail. I reached into the drawer, worked it back and forth and pulled out a pair of her panties. She held them up, stretching them out and inspecting them.
"Oh, that's where those went." She held up and stretched out a pair of sheer, red, crotchless panties for me to see. "These are a pair of Mr. Brown's favorites." I nodded dumbly as I stood up. "Uh, they're very pretty Mrs Brown." I couldn't help it. I just stared and thought about my shower at home.
"Ryan Crane," she said, "your hair's wet and you're dripping on my carpet." She pulled the towel off my shoulder, walked around behind me, put one put one hand on my shoulder and started drying my hair. She had to see my hard on, I was wearing a speedo. She was 7 inches shorter than I so she stood on her tip toes to dry my hair. She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder and leaned into my bare back.
I felt her breasts push lightly against me. What I didn't feel was a layer of cotton. I felt her nipples getting hard as they traced a path around my bare back. By this time my Olympic class hard on was trying to escape the top of my Speedo.
"Dang, I can't quit get that top part," she said, and wrapped her arm around my chest, mashing those glorious globes against my back. She had her hand around my chest and her finger on my nipple . . . and she started pushing on it. She started diddling my nipple. My cock began throbbing.
She walked around and faced me, taking two steps backward with her hands on her hips. Yes, her robe had opened and it framed both her tits. She totally ignoring my raging hard on. She shook her head. "My goodness young man, your hair is a mess." I could feel pre-cum oozing out of my cock.
She leaned against me. She stumbled a bit and as she fell against me the boobs of my dreams lay resting on my chest.
"Well, hold onto me, big boy, so I can straighten your hair." I put my arm around her like she asked. She was on her tip toes, leaning into me, brushing her hand across my hair, sliding her bare tits across my chest and pushing her pelvis against my rock of Gibraltar. God in heaven she had to know what she was doing but she didn't blink an eye or even look at me. She just keep brushing my hair and rubbing against my cock, which at this point was ready to explode.
"There. That's better." She stepped back and looked me straight in the eye with a big grin. "Don't you think?" I just stared at those beautiful tits.
