Seducing the MILF - Part 1
I had just finished my second year of college and getting ready to start my Junior year when a small calamity hit my parents. My dad's business, a building company, lost a major client and they told me that they couldn't afford to send me away to school any more. They had been paying for my complete tuition and room and board at a small California college and it amounted to about $20,000 a semester after my scholarships. There was no way they could afford that any more until the business turned around.
In the end, they decided that they could afford to pay for classes, just not room and board. I started looking for a way to live there, but unfortunately it's really expensive. After a few days, my mom told me she talked to a college friend of hers, Emmanuelle, who happens to live close to the university. She talked to her and they agreed I could stay there for the year and if things didn't turn around, I could probably come back the next year too. I was a little nervous to stay with strangers, but figured I'd just have to get used to it if I was going to continue going to school.
I moved in with Emmanuelle and her husband Jacob in early August, a week before school started. They were a nice couple, the same age as my parents. Emmanuelle wore conservative clothes normally, but had killer taste in shoes. She loved wearing high heels, at work and when they went out. Jacob was a hard worker, generally working long hours in some white-collar office job. I think he was a lawyer. He was a bigger guy, who could have used a few hours working out, for his own health, even if not to keep Emmanuelle happy.
During my first month, there were many nights when I'd come home and Jacob was still at work. Emmanuelle seemed to be depressed about it, moping about the house. I didn't talk with her about it and she never brought up anything about it with me. So although I had free room and board, it wasn't very pleasant.
Early in October, I came home and found Emmanuelle crying on the couch. I wasn't comfortable consoling her, but I tried to. It seemed that Jacob had been having an affair with someone at work and had decided that she was more exciting than Emmanuelle. He had already packed up some things earlier in the day and had left her. The divorce papers sat on the coffee table in front of her.
I was shocked and wasn't sure what to do. I also wasn't sure how this would affect my future. I didn't know if I could still stay there or if I'd have to move home and leave school. Luckily, without even asking about it, Emmanuelle said she wanted me to stay. She felt better with someone around at least.
November rolled around before I knew it and I was preparing for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and winter break in just a few weeks. It was Friday and while I was hoping to go out, my friends changed things up, leaving me with nothing to do. I walked in the door slipped down the hallway towards my bedroom. Emmanuelle's bedroom door was slightly opened and I saw movement as I walked by. I was... I don't know... intrigued, maybe. I stopped and moved closer to the crack in the door and peered inside.
Emmanuelle was standing beside her bed, her foot on the top of the bed as she slowly rubbed lotion into her legs. She was wearing skimpy panties and hadn't even put on a bra yet. Her breasts pressed into her thigh as her hands moved over her calf, shin, and foot, rubbing the lotion into each leg in turn. Then they moved higher, sliding up over her knee and deep into her thigh. It was incredibly sexy and I couldn't help but get hard. I imagined I was sitting on the bed and it was my hands rubbing the lotion into her beautifully long legs. I imagined my hands sliding inside her thighs, my fingers sliding up to either side of her pussy and slowly pulling it open.
I could feel my erection straining my jeans and rubbed it with one hand as I continued watching her. I could have sworn she slid a finger over her pussy, and maybe even inside, but her raised leg blocked any view of it. She slowly slid on a pair of thigh-high stockings, sliding them up each leg and adjusting the thigh portion until it was comfortable. I imagined kneeling below her, between her thighs, licking along the seam of the stockings, over the soft, sensitive flesh and up to touch her beautiful pussy. I imagined her slowly settling herself onto my waiting tongue and then her hand gripping the back of my head. She casually put her leg down and continued dressing. As she slid her bra on, she turned towards the open door and I bolted down to my room so she wouldn't see me.
I closed my bedroom door, tossed my book bag aside, and quickly lay on my bed. My cock was absolutely throbbing as I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs. I slid my fingers around the shaft and stroked it slowly, closing my eyes to remember every detail of her beautiful body. I'd been attracted to her before, but never like this. She was my mom's age, but she was sexy as hell. I couldn't get the thoughts of her body out of my mind... how her breasts hung, giving me plenty of access to her plump nipples... to her her panties were snug against her pussy, begging to be licked.
I was so close to cumming when I heard her come out into the hallway and call my name. "Vince, are you home?"
I tried to control my breathing. "Yeah. I'm... I'm in my room."
"Do you have a minute? Can you help me with this?"
I wondered what she could need help with and was immediately scared that she'd seen me spying on her earlier. I wonder what she'd do if she had. Would she make me move back home? Would she call my mom? I would be mortified if my parents found out!
"Yeah... sure," I replied, pulling my pants back up. It was difficult to cover my erection, but I'd have to do the best I could. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked ok and opened my door. I could tell Emmanuelle was in the living room so I made my way down the hall. At the end of the hall, I entered the living room and found her sitting on the couch with a box on the floor. I came up from behind her and first saw her exposed chest. She was wearing a black dress that showed her figure very nicely. The top of her breasts were exposed, showing incredible cleavage. The dress came down below her knees and while it looked sexy it was still modest. I felt my cock throbbing with desire.
"What can I help you with?" I asked, standing beside the couch, trying to hide my hardness.
"I bought a new pair of shoes and I was wondering if you can help me put them on. It's a little hard to bend over in this dress." She pointed to the box on the floor and indicated for me to kneel in front of her. I felt my mouth go completely dry as I envisioned so many naughty things happening. I moved around in front of the couch and knelt down until I was level with her. She seemed very shy as she licked her lips.
I opened the box and lifted out one of the shoes. It was a beautiful pair of strappy high heels, with black straps adorning the top and ankle. She lifted her foot for me and I held it gingerly as I slid it onto her foot and then slowly buckled it on. She seemed to hold her foot in my hand a little longer than normal and then dropped it to the floor when I released it, giving me the other foot. I slid the other shoe in place as well as my hand slid a little higher up her leg and onto her calf.
I put both hands on her leg and massaged her calf for a moment. I could feel her shiver above me, as if she didn't know what she wanted. She seemed to want me... but was afraid. Which was very much the way I felt about her. I released her leg as she stood. Now I was kneeling beside her as she stood, testing her shoes. I wanted to grab her legs and bury my face between them so badly.
"Thanks," she said, smiling weakly. Then she turned and walked away from me with a swish of her dress, and grabbed her purse off the table. "I'm going out for a while. I should be back before eleven. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry."
I was still caught dumbstruck and knelt there looking at her as she looked back, waiting for a response.
She smiled. "Ok, then. I'll see you later." She opened the front door and was just closing it behind her when I was finally able to reply.
"Ok... have fun!"
My hands were shaking as I stood and walked to the front window. I watched her get into her car, back out, and drive away, still unable to think clearly. My cock was raging hard, throbbing and threatening to burst through my jeans. I quickly moved to my room and masturbated. I came in record time, thinking about Emmanuelle's long legs.
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The next few days were a complete distraction. I couldn't get Emmanuelle out of my mind. I ached to catch a glimpse of her changing again, catch a glimpse of her in the shower, catch a glimpse of her in a bathing suit... anything. I desperately needed her at this point. And every time I imagined her, I got achingly hard and had to masturbate. I even masturbated in her room once when she wasn't home.
On Tuesday, when I came home again, her bedroom door was closed and music was lightly playing inside. I figured she was changing to go out again and was disappointed I couldn't get a peek. I dropped my books in my room and went and sat on the couch, playing a video game. She came out about twenty minutes later. This time she was wearing a dark red dress. It showed a little less cleavage, but it was off her shoulders and the skirt was shorter. She came out with a pair of red heels and stood by the couch.
