"I am the same with my dad."
"Oh. I see, your dad too. It just happened?"
"Yes. It is like with Jase, we never intended to do it, Jase and I were just quite happy fooling around a bit, you know, just touching each other. One day, we just couldn't stop ourselves and we did, we went all the way. I later found out that that was about a week after mum started her new tablets. The same with dad, I never even thought about sex with dad, never tried to see him naked, never dreamt about him, then around the same time, it just happened."
She put her hand on my thigh and gently squeezed, looking at me intently. "Lots of things just seem to happen Natalie." She said quietly, "things we don't intend to happen, things we don't plan on, and then they just happen."
She paused and looked around, we were still pretty much being ignored and left to our own devices.
"And your mum?" She asked.
I squeezed her hand, "yes Mrs Mills, my mum too." I didn't want to tell her about my neighbours or college boys because I didn't want it to get back to Jase. "I was helping her shave, you know, down there," I wondered if that would make her think, "and I must have touched a few extra sensitive spots, and she, well. she, you know," Mrs Mills nodded as if she knew full well, "and then we ended up in bed taking it further, and it has happened a bit more since.
"Oh goodness, yes, moments just happen even when you are not thinking about it, I know just how your mum felt. I just sometimes, when I am with someone, get the strangest feelings. It is so odd, I am not thinking such thoughts, and then, it is just there, I think 'I wonder if...' I have no idea why or how it happens."
I took my hand off hers and moved it over an put it on her thigh and squeezed. "Feelings up here Mrs Mills?" I asked.
"God yes Natalie, almost uncontrollable feelings, feelings I would never have even thought about before."
I gently massaged her thigh, my hand moving further up her leg, her dress rucking up as I moved. "Feelings that don't feel wrong though Mrs Mills?"
"No Natalie they don't feel wrong and sometimes they are overwhelming."
I moved my hand further up and I was touching her panties. They were wet to the touch. "Is it like an itch that needs to be scratched Mrs Mills?"
She moved her legs so that they were as apart as they could be. I moved my fingers so that I was able to slide under the hem of her panties and touch her sex.
"Oh Natalie, yes, such an itch."
She was absolutely soaking to touch, my fingers slipped easily between her lips and into her valley. I ran my fingers up and then down, pressed lightly at her opening and then pulled my fingers away and bought them to my face. I sniffed them and then, fixing Mrs Mills eyes in mine, I licked my fingers. I think she had a small orgasm, her eyes rolled and she gasped.
"Yes, are we naughty Natalie, naughty to want to do things with people that we shouldn't?"
I took my fingers from my mouth and made a show of rolling my tongue across my lips. "No Mrs Mills, not naughty, not naughty at all."
"Would you come back to mine Natalie, I would like this conversation to be more private."
"That would be a pleasure Mrs Mills."
We grabbed our bags and headed to the car park. I followed her and her car was on the second floor, across next to a wall. She unlocked and opened the back door, "Pop your bags here," she said. I leant across her and dropped my bag into the rear behind her seat. "Oh God," she said.
"Are you okay Mrs Mills?"
She turned and held me, "I am not sure I can wait," she said, her eyes darting around the car park. I pulled her dress up and ran my fingers across her fanny, pulling her panties to one side I slid a finger into her and wiggled. God I so wanted to eat her, so go down on her, to lick her, to suck her. Her knees sagged and she stumbled back a little, groaning.
I pulled back, my finger leaving with a small slurping sound. "CCTV Mrs Mills, we should leave. We can be seen here and that would not be good, we have no idea who looks at the CCTV and what I would like to do I would rather only we saw." I knew what she meant about feeling and desires that suddenly came on when least expected. I was desperate to taste her, to run my finger along her sex and suck her clitoris.
On the journey back I wanted to use my fingers on her, but all the stuff in the middle of the car, gear sticks and armrests and things made it impossible, I had to wait, she had to wait. She drove us in silence, we both knew what was going to happen, we didn't need to verbalise it. She pulled her car onto the drive and almost ran to her front door. I grabbed my bag from behind her seat and followed her in. She was stood in the hallway waiting for me. I closed the door behind me and dropped the latch.
Mrs Mills looked at me. "Is this wrong, what I want?" She asked.
"To some, yes, probably Mrs Mills, but to me? No. I know why it happens; I accept that."
"It is so strange to me. Part of me says it is wrong, a bigger part of me says it doesn't matter."
I walked up to her, face to face, and as our eyes locked, I rubbed my hand over her dress and pressed at her fanny through layers of material, I still felt her heat. "It doesn't matter Mrs Mills. It doesn't matter."
She pressed my hand harder against her and said, "Let's go up."
I followed her up to their bedroom, eager to taste more of Jase's mum, to experience her delights. She wasted no time in her room, her dress was off and dropped on a chair, and as I was undoing my skirt, she had her bra off and was pulling her pants down, they were sodden and she threw them on the floor by the door, for rinsing I guessed.
We both went to the bed at the same time, and as she lay down, I couldn't help but look at her. Her boobs were bigger than mine or mums, and as she lay on her back, they drooped to the sides. Her tummy stuck out a bit, and her fanny was beautiful, inner lips peeking out, her clitoris proud and showing at the top, and as she opened her legs her valley was revealed, pink and glossy. I bent and licked her valley, from top to bottom, her breath gasping as my tongue flicked her clitoris.
Her taste was intoxicating, I loved that she wasn't fresh from the shower, I could smell and taste her, a faint urine undertone, but mostly woman, her, her musk, I just wanted to eat her. I licked and sucked, swallowed and tasted, all the time, Mrs Mills bucked and rolled as my tongue, lips and mouth gave her the pleasures that she wanted.
As I was working with my mouth, I pressed two fingers at her opening and slowly pushed inside, feeling for her wrinkle, pushing in as far as my fingers would go, and then opening them and scissoring her fanny insides. The heat from her fanny was intense, and she was slippery with desire.
"G'ah oh fuckshitbollocks," she gasped and her back went rigid and she started jerking, her fanny spasming, clamping my fingers, her breath just gulps. "Shiiiiitttttt!" and she screamed and then as quickly it was over, all tensions left and she flopped back on the bed.
