5 comments/ 226364 views/ 15 favorites Linda's Mother By: alparker I hadn't thought about this in years. I've been married for 15 years and stories about ex-girlfriend's and their mothers are not the kind of thing you brag about at the dinner table. The thing that brought this memory back was meeting this particular mother in the mall parking lot. I was getting out of my car and I saw this old lady coming toward me. She seemed familiar. "Mrs taylor?" I said. She stared at me for a few moments and then smiled. "William?" She gave me a hug. "Oh my god. It is you. You've grown up nicely." I dated her daughter, Linda, for a while when I was just seventeen. That was about 20 years earlier. Let me set the scene for you. I'm 18 and dating 16 year old Linda. We were sitting on the wicker couch on her back porch. It was our 5th date and I was trying to make some headway on getting laid. Linda was fine with kissing and even me feeling her naked tits and kissing them, but there was no way she would touch me. I was getting frustrated and tired of going home and jerking off. On this night, I pulled my erection out of my pants while we were kissing and put her hand on it. She yelled like a snake had just bit her and ran into the house. I panicked and quickly tried to stuff my hard-on back in my jeans. But as you guys know, those things don't bend and getting them out is a lot easier than getting them back in, especially if you are in a hurry. "William." It was Mrs. Taylor calling to me from inside the house. I stood up frantically trying to stuff Billy Jr. in my pants when the back door opened. "William." I dropped back down on the couch and crossed my legs and put my hands over my lap just as Linda's mother came out the door. She looked at me strangely. "Everything alright, William?" "Just fine, Mrs Taylor." I answered trying to keep my pecker covered. And then shit-knockers didn't Linda's mother sit down right beside me on the couch. "Whatcha got there." She asked, nodding towards my hands. There was a little smile on her face. "Is that why my little girl ran into the house and up to her room, crying?" "Mrs Taylor, I ... I." I couldn't think of what to say. How do you tell a woman that your pecker is hanging out of your pants because you were trying to get her daughter to jerk it off? I wasn't afraid of what she would do but I was afraid of her husband. Let me tell you a little bit about Mrs. Taylor. She was pretty in an older MILF kinda way. She had kids late and was in her 30s when she had her youngest, Linda. Now, in her late 40s, she was still attractive. She had shoulder length, red hair that had streaks of grey but it looked sexy. She was maybe 5'5" and was a little chubby in the hips. Not fat, but full figured. Her boobs weren't overly big, maybe a 34 B, what did I know? All I knew is that they were a nice shape and in the cool night air the moonlight showed her nipples were erect. I could smell her shampoo and it smelled like apples. She still had a little smile as she looked at my face. My dick had been going down but when she looked at me like that it got hard again. She put her hand on top of mine. It was almost like she was touching my naked dick. My head got fuzzy and my heart was pounding. "Let me tell you a story." She said. "I was a teenage girl. I had just turned 18, in Eustis, Fla. There were three college guys standing outside the high school dance one night. I was coming out of the dance into the cool night air. The guys were standing a bit away from the door. "What about her?" One of them said, pointing at me. "Naw, she's too young." another replied. "She's just a kid." I was short for my age, and still am, but I wasn't too young. It pissed me off to have them think that. How could he know I was too young? Too young for what? I had a fight earlier that evening with my mother about staying out later and my mother had said the same thing. "You're just a kid. Too young to stay out that late." That's why I was leaving the dance early. I was determined to show these boys and my mother how wrong they both were. Their eyes were glue on my ripe young body as I boldly walked over to them. "I'm old enough to know better but young enough to still do it." I replied to the one who said it, trying to appear cool. "I think she likes you, Jack." The other two laughed. "Old enough for what, honey?" Jack said, smiling at me. "What do you want?" I said, keeping up my cool front. I figured he would want a hand job. I had already jerked off a couple guys on dates and was pretty good at it." Say what? I couldn't believe my girlfriend's mother was telling me about how she jerked guys off in school. I looked at her face and she was still smiling. She was enjoying telling me she use to be a naughty girl. My dick twitched under my hands. She continued. "But he was older than the guys I dated. He wanted more. "You got a sweet mouth. How about a blow job?" He said as he grabbed my boob. I think he was trying to scare me away but I didn't move. I just stood there as he mauled my tit." I looked at Linda's mother's chest. She still had tits worth grabbing. My dick was getting harder and I shifted a bit to find a more comfortable position. She saw me fidgeting but continued with her story. "I knew the machanics of how it was done but had never actually used my mouth on a guy. I didn't know any one I liked enough to do that to. I've never done that before. I said." "That's okay little girl. Why don't you go suck a lollipop until you're old enough to suck something else." Jack teased me. He looked at his friends. "She's just a kid. Let's go find a real woman." He released my boob and turned away like I didn't exist. The three of them started walking away." "I don't know how much you know about women, or girls, William, but we do not like being dismissed like so much nothing. It was like I wasn't even there. I especially hated that. I didn't like it when my father or mother did it to me and I didn't like it when this Jack character did it to me. Who did he think he was? I didn't say I didn't know how or that I wouldn't. He just assumed I wasn't old enough. "Wait. I said. And I told them just what I told you. I said I've never done it. I didn't say I didn't know how. But if you don't want me to." Believe me, that changed their minds about me being too young. I wasn't too young as we walked to a dark corner of the school parking lot. Those three horny students surrounded me as we walked. They were laughing like little kids. One of them rubbed my ass through my jeans and then slid his hand under and between my legs from behind and goosed me. Another one pulled my T-shirt up and whistled. I pulled it back down. They directed me to a spot behind a van and Jack stood in front of me with his buddies on either side. He pulled my shirt up over my tits." "Unhook her in the back, Tommy." He said and I felt hands go up my back and unhook my bra. I pulled her arms up to cover my exposed chest." "Don't be shy, baby. You got great tits. Show me yours and I'll show you mine." Jack said. His fingers held the tab on his zipper. I looked at his face. He smiled at me. "Come on, or are you just a little girl with a woman's tits?" "I lowered my arms. My bra still covered me and Jack reached out and pulled it up. "Goddamn." He said. He cupped my tits in both hands. His thumbs brushed across my nipples. They got erect." My dick was screaming for attention. I squeezed it hoping she wouldn't notice. The thought of this woman, my girlfriend's mom, a woman I had jerked my own cock thinking about, the thought of her in a parking lot with naked tits about to give a blow job was driving me crazy. She kept talking. "I liked the lust in his eyes when he looked at my chest. I liked the way he touched them. "I thought you were going to show me yours." I teased. Jack unzipped his pants and reached inside. I held my breath waiting to see it. His hand came out and I could see the head of his cock poking out of his fist. It was red and ready. I was nervous but excited. He was sliding his fist over it. He pumped it a couple times and then let go. It bobbed up and down and finally stopped. It was pointing straight up at my face. "There you go." He said. "Is that too much cock for you?" WOW! There was way too much detail in this story. Was she trying to hint at something? Did she want to blow me? "I put my hands on his hips to steady myself as I knelt in front of him. I hoped I was ready and could do it right. I didn't want them to laugh at me. I wrapped my fingers around Jack's stiff dick. It felt thicker than the others I had held before. It was longer too. I looked up at him and moved my face forward. I opened my mouth and felt it's heat on my lips. The cock bumped against my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked it. It tasted salty and a bit like soap. He put his hand on the top of my head and pulled me closer. I had to stretch my mouth wide to get him that far in. He groaned as it slid into my virgin mouth. I closed my lips and moved my head back & forth." "Oh God, baby. That feels soooo good." Jack groaned. It was awkward at first. I wasn't use to doing this. I kept gagging on his thing. The others cheered and joked as I worked on him, but Jack moaned and told me I was doing great. "Goddamn that feels great. You suck cock like a goddess. Yea, suck on the head like that. That's good baby." His hands held my head and pulled at my hair. That excited me a lot." "After a couple minutes of sucking him I pulled my head back and jerked on him. This I knew how to do. It was the sucking I was having trouble with. I found if I didn't take it too deep it was better. I looked up at Jack and asked if I was doing okay. "Baby. You're doing great." He said. "Do you want me to do more?" I asked, still stroking him. My hand moved smoothly over his spit covered cock." "Oh yeah. Suck it baby." He pulled my head forward. I smiled to myself. I had won. He would do anything I wanted to get me to finish. I was in control. He wouldn't say I was too young now. I attacked his cock with enthusiasm. " Holy shit. Look at her work that thing. Go baby go." One of them said. "Suck that dick, honey. Make him cum. Shoot in her mouth Jack. Cream her tonsils." The other cheered." "Jack put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping his cock into my face. I gagged when he went too deep. "Oh baby, don't choke. Don't die til after I cum." He shouted. Jack groaned and surprised me. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Suck me." With that warning he filled my mouth. I had to swallow to keep from choking. I wrapped my lips tight around him but was unable to swallow fast enough. His load filled my mouth and then dribbled down my chin. I gagged but didn't stop swallowing. Jack held my head and kept sliding his dick in & out of my young face. His cum tasted salty and a bit spicy." "I concentrated on not throwing up. His cum kept filling my mouth. When he finally let go of my head and pulled his soft dick from my lips, I was able to settle back on my heels. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The other two cheered and clapped when he pulled out. "Looks like it was too much jism for her." One said when he saw the cum on my face and shirt. "You did just fine." Jack said as he stroked my cheek. He stuffed his dick in his pants." "His friends wanted some of me and I was afraid I would be gang raped. Jack told them to leave me alone. "She's my girl. Go find your own." They weren't happy but they left without bothering me. "Thanks cutie. You were beautiful." Jack said as he left. I sat down and watched them leave. My knees hurt and my jaw was sore but I was happy. I had done it and this older boy thought I was beautiful." "That night I discovered a new way to make men like me. And it wasn't terrible. It was exciting and easy. I learned about the power a woman can have over a man if she is only willing to use it." Mrs Taylor ended her story. She patted my hand and stood up. "Do you understand what I am saying, William?" I just looked at her with a confused expression and shook my head no. "What I am trying to say is that I understand the needs of teenage boys and the things they try to get girls to do but I also understand that those girls will not do those things until they are good and ready and no amount of forcing will get them to do it any sooner." "But I didn't try to force Linda to do anything." I said sheepishly. "If that's the case, William, why don't you move your hands for me?" She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. I knew there was no way out. I slowly moved my hands to my sides hoping my pecker would stay down. No such luck. As soon as it wasn't pinned any more it sprang up with a life of it's own. It stretched skyward. The skin taut and the head bright red. "Well now." Mrs Taylor said. "If thats what you tried to get my little girl to suck on then it's no wonder she ran upstairs. You got a nice pecker William but I don't want you to be trying to force in on my Linda." Mrs. Taylor dropped to her knees in front of me and pushed my legs apart. She wiggled forward on her knees and grabbed it. "Just to keep my little girl safe, I think I should take care of this." With that she lowered her head and engulfed my cock. I groaned as her experienced mouth worked my dick. She had learned since that night in the schoolyard because she had no trouble taking me deep. It took only a few seconds until I was holding her head and shooting my load in her mouth. She didn't spill a drop. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now William let's keep this our little secret but as soon as Linda starts doing this for you I want you to tell me. It wouldn't be right for you to be getting sucked off by both of us." She stood up and went into the house leaving me with my drained pecker still hanging out. I only dated Linda for a couple months more. After every date, her mom would meet me on the porch or in my car after Linda had gone into the house. "Well?" She would ask. I'd shake my head and Peggy (she said I should call her Peggy after the second time she blew me.) would finish what her daughter got started. A couple times she jerked me off, but mostly it was BJs. I asked to fuck her but she never would, but I did get to play with her tits while she sucked me off. Linda broke up with me because one night she came back out to the porch and caught me with her mom's head in my lap. "Mother. Not again." She screamed. Apparently she had caught her mom doing it with a couple other boyfriends. It's tough to get a girl to go out with you when she's caught you fucking her mom's face. I tried to get Peggy to go down on me after Linda and I had broken up and even tried to guilt her by saying she was the reason we broke up. She just laughed and said to get my current girlfriend's mother to munch my knob. They never did though. Now, 20 years later, we were together in the parking lot. "How's Linda?" I asked. She chuckled and I followed her as she walked to her car. "Linda's queer." She said as she hit the auto trunk open on a red Toyota. She put her bags in the trunk and closed it. "I wish she had figured that out when she was 13, would have saved me a lot of work." She said smiling. "Not that I minded all that much." She hit the door unlock and opened the driver's door. "What about you, William? Still getting your knob polished on a regular basis?" "I'm married Peggy, so - no. But I got to say you sure got a pretty mouth." She laughed. "That may have worked on me when I was younger but I'm almost 70 now and besides my knees don't bend as well as or as quickly as they use to." She sat on the edge of the car seat. "Yeah, I thought so. You're too old." I said smugly. She laughed again and shook her finger at me. "You've got a good memory. I didn't say I couldn't, I just said my knees don't work. But I can sit just fine." She grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me to her. I did a lookout over the top of the cars as Linda's mom unzipped my pants. And it may sound gross to say I got blew in a parking lot by a 70 year old grandmother or that I groaned as I pumped my load down her throat but as I looked down at the lips my cock was sliding in and out of, I saw a pretty 40 year old MILF that smelled like apples. And she was still the best cocksucker I ever met. Linda's Mother Has a Friend Linda's mother had been spectacular, so much so that I practically forgot about Linda. We kept seeing each other, but when I was with her I found myself thinking about her Mom. After all, it was an competition of sorts. While the 18 year old Linda had the advantage of youth and was more classically attractive than her mother, Millie had experience and the fact that a 50 year old woman found me desirable was a boost to my ego. They both had great tits; Linda with her perky cones that jutted out so proudly with the plump strawberry-like nipples that were so awesome to suck, and her mother with the full globes that looked even larger on her slight frame. As for the hair, I found Linda's golden brown swirls of armpit hair just as erotic as the wild jungles of brown hair that filled her Mom's underarms, and they both had delightfully hairy pussies. The difference? Simple. While I was being pleasured by Linda's hand and occasionally her mouth, with her mother Millie, I got it all. Having gotten it once, I wanted it more, so I called the Groves' house that next Tuesday morning, hoping for an invite. "I was hoping you would call," Millie Groves said. "You certainly can come over. Please do." It was about that time that I realized that my Marketing class on Tuesdays was going to suffer this semester, but faced with a choice Millie Groves was a clear-cut victor. So I flew over to Linda's house, just missing running into her as she drove past me on her way to work. Even though Linda knew and approved of my meeting with her mother the previous week, it was a strange area that I tried to avoid. After knocking on the door, I heard Millie call out for me to come in, so I followed her voice into the kitchen. I was poised to attack Millie when I saw her standing at the sink with her back to me, wearing a yellow sleeveless blouse and blue shorts, when I happened to glance over at the kitchen table. Millie had company. There was a woman with silver grey hair sitting at the kitchen table, and when our eyes met I sensed a flash of recognition. I knew this woman, and she knew me. Not well, but I know that we had crossed paths before, and it wasn't until Millie turned and spoke that I figured it out. "Tony, this is my friend Barbara," Millie said, gesturing over to the woman, who rose to meet me, and it was after she stood up that I remembered who she was. "Ms. Couse," I mumbled, shaking the hand of my old health teacher from junior high. "Long time Anthony," my former teacher said as her long, bony hand grasped mine in return. As soon as she stood up, rising to her height of at least 6' tall, I remembered her. Even now, I was still an inch or two shorter than she was. Her hair was now totally grey instead of red, but she was still as skinny as she ever, and still had that same authoritative voice that made her health class such a hoot. Hearing this regal looking woman discussing testicles and ovaries so solemnly was a lot of fun back then, but while I hadn't done anything in her class to make me uncomfortable now, my main concern was that I wanted to get in bed with Linda's mother, and hoped that she would lose this company as soon as possible. Instead, Millie filled Ms. Couse's coffee cup and told her to make herself comfortable, even suggesting that she take off the blazer that she had on. I groaned inside when Ms. Couse took her up on the offer and shrugged the blue blazer off and put it on the back of her chair. My first reaction was seeing that Mr. Couse was still as flat-chested as ever, with only the tiniest swells on her chest just like back in the day, when we would joke that she had the smallest tits in the seventh grade classroom. The second thing I noticed was that when Mr. Couse took of the blazer, she was wearing a soft blue sleeveless blouse. Her arms were reed thin, with freckles covering the lower parts of the limbs. I liked freckles on girls a lot, but it wasn't the freckles or the slender and trim arms that had got my attention. Instead, it was noticing that when Ms. Couse had reached back, hidden deep in the hollow of the deepest armpit imaginable, were a few long reddish-grey hairs. I felt my face flush with embarrassment when I realized that was careful observation did not go unnoticed. In fact, not only did they both notice me checking out my old teacher's armpit, but they exchanged glances after the fact. After Millie offered me a cup of coffee, which I declined, she returned the pot to the stove and came over to stand next to where Ms. Couse was sitting. "So you two know each other?" Millie said, putting her hand on the back of the chair Ms. Couse was sitting in. "Yes," I managed to say. "I was in Ms. Couse's Health class in 7th grade." "He's so polite," Millie said to her guest. "You can call her Barbara. It took him all day last week to start calling me Millie." "Yes, Anthony was always a gentlemen in class," Barbara Couse remarked. "Of course, he was much different back then. He had a weight problem back in those days, but he's obviously taken care of that and become a very - ahem - well built young man. The fact that Ms. Couse was staring at the front of my jeans was not lost on me, and my erection only surged more when Ms. Couse looked over at Millie. She was practically at eye-level with Millie's breasts, but she was looking at the hairs that were peeking out from the fold of Millie's arm. "Yes, Tony is indeed a well-built fellow," Millie said with a wink. After glancing up at me, Barbara Couse leaned over and inhaled deeply, her nose scant inches away from Millie's overflowing armpit hair. "Judging by the raging aroma of pheromones in the air, I fear I'm in the way here," Ms. Couse said. "I should take my leave." "No, Barbara," Millie said, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder as she started to stand up. "I don't want you to leave. Tony doesn't want you to leave either, do you Tony?" ********** I didn't know what I wanted... This was like nothing I had ever experienced or had even remotely expected. My former teacher, who despite looking very elegant and attractive had to be near 60, and my girlfriend's mother who was around 50, and I had an erection throbbing in pants over them. They were acting like they were not only old friends, but could it be? "Stay," I heard myself saying, and after I spoke Ms. Couse was motioning for me to take the two steps needed to be standing right in front of her where she sat. Millie was now at me side, her hands on my arm, and watching with interest as Ms. Couse unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my knees before running her hand over the bulge that curled over to the right in my briefs. My former teacher's weathered hands were now taking down my underwear, exposing my cock as it sprang wildly around after being freed. "Oh my," I heard my teacher say. "You were right about him being well developed. Tony does have a marvelous penis." My knees were shaking as Barbara took my cock in her hands, giving it a couple of strokes before pinching the glans and running her tongue along the opening. Then her mouth was sliding down the shaft, her lipsticked lips gliding all the way down to the base. She took all six thick inches without blinking, and I suspected that if I had another six Barbara Couse could have inhaled them as well. Millie's hands were tugging my t-shirt over my head and running them all over my chest while my cock experienced things unknown to me moments earlier. Barbara's mouth, tongue, lips, teeth and hands were driving me insane. It was all I could do to keep my feet as my cock and balls got worked over. I tried desperately not to cum because I didn't want it to end, and actually managed to hold off my orgasm for a couple of minutes before my groin began to tingle. As Millie sucked and pinched my nipples, I exploded into Barbara Couse's mouth, sending volley after volley of my seed down her long throat, and not only did she take it without blinking, she seemed to be trying to siphon every drop out of me, sucking on my cock until it went utterly limp. "Let's go upstairs, okay?" Millie suggested, and I followed the two ladies upstairs, holding up my pants as I went. ********* This time I was brought into Millie's room, the theory likely being that we would need a larger bed than Linda's. Millie said something to me in passing, something along the lines of being nice to Barbara, but that wasn't necessary. Besides, I wasn't going to be nice to my old teacher just because I had manners. The fact of the matter was that she excited me, despite her age, and after getting the blow job of all time from her, I had gained a whole new level of respect for her. So as Millie and I lifted Barbara's blouse up over her head, I didn't care that she was flat-chested. Indeed, when Millie undid my former teacher bra and exposed the smallest breasts I had even seen - tiny buds about the size of golf balls with pink boyish nipples - I found her androgynous look very erotic. As the bra came undone, my mouth attached itself to Barbara's little titty and tried to do to it what she had done to my cock earlier, and when the nipple got hard under my tongue I let my mouth slide over. My hand ran down Barbara's freckled arm, taking her wrist in hand and raising her arm high above head. Her armpit was a pale deep pocket, and I nibbled my way into the cavern, focusing on the dozen or so hairs nestled in the center of her moist underarm. As I licked the long rust-hued hairs, pasting them to her white skin, I happened to look over at Millie, who was doing the exact thing to Barbara's other armpit. Seeing Millie's tongue licking Barbara's armpit made my cock come back to life almost immediately, and as we kept licking Millie nudged Barbara's slacks down. Barbara's legs were rail thin, with some freckles on her upper thighs. She had full cut panties on, and when they came off I saw that Ms. Couse had a very wide-ranging triangle of reddish-silver hair. Her bush was not dense, but her delta was very large and felt nice to the touch As I stroked her pussy, it occurred to me how unlikely it all was. Who would have thought that I would be standing naked next to my health teacher, or even more strangely, that I would find her virtually curve-less body sexy? Now after giving Ms. Couse's armpits a through licking, the attention went to Millie. Her blouse was removed, and then her bra came free. Barbara's long slender fingers grabbed them as they came free, and as she kneaded the full globes from behind Millie, Millie raised her arms to reach for the much taller woman's head. I took that opportunity to first rake Millie's armpits, and then nuzzle into them. By the time we got Millie's slacks off she was wet, and when we went over to the bed, I went down on her. Her bush was thick and dense, and I noticed for the first time that the hair didn't stop between her legs, but continued to grow right up her ass crack. Making sure that Millie was ready for me this time, I climbed up onto her and slowly pushed my cock into her. It was clear that I was going to have to develop some way to keep from cumming fast, because Barbara had climbed up over Millie and was straddling her face with her thighs. From my vantage point I could see Millie's tongue lapping at Ms. Couse's pussy, and I had to close my eyes because everywhere I looked there was something guaranteed to turn me on. Soon even the sound of Millie's tongue slapping at Barbara's pussy was getting to me, and it was all I could do to hold off until after Millie came. Once her pussy slammed down around my cock I let loose, filling her womb with my seed. "May I?" I heard Ms. Couse say softly in my ear as I dripped my sweat onto Millie's body. I pulled my dick out of Millie and fell off to the side as my former teacher climbed between Millie's legs and went down on her. Her face immersed in the jungle of pussy hair, Barbara licked away at her cum-filled pussy while I attended to Millie's tits and pits. Soon Millie was cumming again, and after she did we all flopped on our backs on the king-size bed. I was so drained that I thought I could just sleep for the rest of the day, but somebody else had other ideas. "May I?" The voice was that of my former teacher, who, as I would later learn was older than Millie and me combined. You would never know it, because there she was, laying across my thighs with my dead dick in her hands, gently rubbing the fat stub as if she expected something to bring it back to life. "Haven't been with a gentleman in quite a while," Barbara said. "Hate to pass the opportunity by." Who was I to argue with that, especially since the woman was the most accomplished cocksucker I had yet to encounter, so I laid back and relaxed as the silver haired instructor proceeded to do everything in her power to bring me back to life. For what had to be 15 or 20 minutes, Ms. Couse gave my cock and balls the most intense and passionate attention imaginable. So skilled was she, that by the time she lifted her mouth off of my cock, it not only was erect again, it was as hard as it could get. The beet-red skin of the head of my member was so taut that it looked like it was going to explode like an overblown balloon. "Fuck her," Millie whispered in my ear. "Fuck her good." Barbara protested, saying that she was content just doing what we had been doing, but we wouldn't take no for an answer. Millie fingered Barbara until I worked my way around and climbed between her skinny thighs, and then Linda's mother took my cock and brought it down between the lips of Barbara's pussy. She was beyond tight. Ms. Couse's pussy, having experienced nothing for several years besides Millie's tongue according to her, treated my cock like it was going through the ringers of an old-time washer. I was afraid that my fat stub would come out flat from the pressure, but it felt so good that even though I could only get a couple of inches inside of her, it seemed to be enough. Millie had leaned over Barbara's face, dropping her big tits down so the older woman could suck on them. Millie even slid farther over so that her armpit was in Barbara's face. I think she did that for my benefit, and the sight certainly had an effect on me, forcing me to look away for fear of cumming. Millie massaged Barbara's breasts, which had completely disappeared when she was laying on her back, taking Barbara's tiny nipples between her fingers and pulling up on them. The effect was immediate. Barbara's scream was muffled by the tits she was being smothered with, and her legs kicked wildly as she came, causing me to pop my load into her pussy. *********** I spent the rest of the day with my two mentors, mostly watching them doing marvelous things to each other, although I was able to get hard a couple more times. I enjoyed another exquisite oral experience from my former teacher, who confessed that she was a bit of a cum junkie. She had always enjoyed it when her husband would cum in her mouth, and after he had passed away she had continued to do it whenever she could. I didn't even know she had ever been married, assuming that since she had looked like an old maid she probably had been one. Goes to show how wrong I was on all counts, because she was one hot lady. No wonder her husband had passed away, I figured. How many of those ball-draining, practically out-of-body oral sex experiences could a guy take? As for the three of us, I continued to see Millie fairly frequently, although we had to be more subtle after her daughter and I broke up. We even included Ms. Couse in our fun a few times over the next year, until she passed away at the ripe old age of... 71! Ever have sex with a 70 year old woman? I did. Don't knock it until you try it, and don't wait until you're 70 yourself either. The end for Millie and I came shortly after Ms. Couse had passed. She didn't have to tell me. I could tell when she came into the grocery store for a few things. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and it was plain to see that there had been some changes made. Those once gloriously hairy armpits were now smooth. "He begged me to take him back," Millie said sheepishly, explaining that her ex-husband had come crawling back to her, and in exchange for his pledges of eternal love, Millie shaved her armpits. It was for the best, of course, because my life was about to change as well. .... thanks for reading and commenting