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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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In the late 70s my mum used to invite her friends round at least one night a week. My dad would head off to the pub out the way. My late teens hard on was quite amazing. Could come 6 times a day and shoot from one side of my bedroom to the other.
Mums friends were mostly prim & proper, but one of them called Joan had a flirty streak. Smart looking woman in her late 40s, small 34B bust, very tiny waist and lovely wide hips and round bum.
Normally attire for their night in for Joan was a dark pleated skirt, dark stockings and a pair of patent slingback shoes. A white satin blouse with a lacy slip underneath.
I never took a great deal of notice of Joan until one day I ended up sat opposite her, she was sat on our fireplace which was quite low. Knees together, her skirt had dropped under her full thighs, and not only could I see her stocking tops and the metal suspender clips, but her gorgeous white satin knickers with her Fanny bulging in them.
The view remained until Joan moved and crossed her legs. This time it was the crossed leg stocking top peeking out from her slip and skirt. I'd always assumed she wore tights, but having had several opportunities to look in her laundry basket, they were rht stockings, very crisp nylon that left a wrinkle under her knee with her legs crossed.
Anyway this game went on for months, until one night I ended up sat next to her on the sofa to her left. My mum was on her right so I was almost completely obscured by Joan from my mum.
Mum and Joan were looking through photo albums, and she had moved closer to my mum but had rolled on her right side. Her skirt had caught on the sofa, and had pulled it up. Both stockings tops were on display along with about 2 inches of creamy white thigh. The stockings were pulled tight against Joan's legs as the suspenders dug into her soft thighs.
Joan sat up back toward me, while my mum went in the kitchen. Looked at me and smiled, then adjusted her skirt. She then looked me right in the eye, then looked down at my right hand which was on the sofa about 2inches from her covered left leg.
As my mum came back in the room, Joan looked at me again and as she turned away to lean back and start looking at the pictures again, she hitched her skirt up to reveal her stocking tops again, then slid her bottom onto my hand.
I froze as I felt the warmness of Joan's thigh on the back of my hand. I sat there wondering if this was a mistake, but after few minutes shaking and going red. I realised Joan was playing a game with me.
I slid my hand out and Joan did not react, so I touched the top of her stockings, and still no reaction. I then started to gently caress the backs of her thighs above her stocking tops, Joan never missed a beat. As I pulled up the back of her skirt, my view was of a pair of white satin panties, with white suspender straps underneath it. I pushed 2 then 3 fingers between her closed thighs as I felt for her gorgeous Fanny mound.
As I found the hot bulge Joan rolled more to her right giving me easier access. I rubbed away at Joan's gusset for a few minutes, then struggled to get my fingers inside the tight panties. I eventually slipped 2 fingers inside her panties and pulled them away from her. Joan obviously feeling the pressure a little bit, sat up and subsequently sat on my hand, her soaking wet Fanny was firmly planted and my hand had her full weight on it. After a few moments she leaned to the right again, and at that time I slipped 2 then 3 fingers inside Joan's big hairy pussy. Her líps were thick and creamy.
My fingers sploshed in and out of Joan for about 30 seconds if that, she then sat up again. My hand was now trapped again under her round bum, so I pulled it out.
My erection was bursting from from trousers, so I eased the head of my cock out of my jeans, so she could see the sticky mess I was in. Again I was obscured from view...
Mum went in the kitchen to make tea or whatever, and the only thing Joan said was "your rude"
In fact nothing ever more was said to me, just lots more flirting and even more stocking top shows. She even started to wear seamed nylons on occasions.
The conclusion to that night was me running to my room when Joan went home, and rubbing my cock maybe 3 or 4 times and ejaculating right the way across my bedroom floor.
After that incident I had to make do with wanking off with Joan's underwear whenever the opportunity arose.
The following new years eve party, Joan could not of got her tongue any further in my mouth as she wished me a happy new year. With a gentle squeeze of my crotch.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
This is a story of complete fiction. I think. |
