Losing My Virginity to My Mother’s Best Friend – Part 3

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I stopped and turned around to see Mrs. Johansson standing in the middle of the hallway looking right at me. I responded, “Sure.”“So, are you finally dating anyone yet?”“Not really. But, I may be going out on a group date with Becky Harrison this evening. I won’t know until later though. Why?”“Just curious. If you can spare a few minutes, come back into the kitchen and chat with me as I finish up my cup of coffee before I head out.”“No problem. I have time.”I followed her back to the kitchen, watching her beautiful form. Her ass had that perfect wiggle and her legs were just so perfect. She was a vision of loveliness. My cock began to stir.“So, have a seat.” She said.She grabbed her cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter a mere six feet in front of me. Her legs were crossed at her perfect ankles. The tennis skirt hiked to just barely covering her womanhood. Her head cocked slightly to the left, studying me at the table. “So, is this Becky Harrison one of those girls you think will go past second base?”I was kind of shocked to hear her question. My only response was, “Ahh.”Then she hit me again, out of the blue, “What happened last Saturday night that you didn’t go out with your friends?”“What?” I asked. Stunned, I paused before I continued with my response. “Like I told you then, the party had moved on after I dropped in to check on the girls. I just decided to stay and play Rummy with them.”“I know you played Rummy. The girls were all ecstatic at having you here with them. They tell us everything. Was there anything else that happened Saturday night?”I could feel my cheeks begin to flush. I know I couldn’t have played poker very well back then. “No. No, not that I can recall.”“Do you happen to like this tennis outfit I have on?”’Oh, crap.’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m busted.’ Little did I know at the time, she was not done asking me questions. Before I could actually answer her, she went on.“Let’s forget the tennis outfit for a moment. What about when you got home?”“What do you mean?” I asked. Now, I really didn’t know where this was going.“Anything else happen there, like something you might not have expected?”Now she had me. I thought I could bypass where I thought she was heading originally with her questions. “When I pulled in last night, my parents had company over I wasn’t expecting. I was tired, so I took off my shoes at the door like normal, and since they weren’t in the living room, I walked back to my bedroom and went to sleep.”She smiled at me. “Is that all? And why did you think it was important to tell me that you took your shoes off at the door to walk back to your bedroom?”I was determined to stand my ground. “Yes, that’s all. Besides, you know we always take off our shoes when we walk in the house.”She looked at me with a seductive smile, shifted her posture by uncrossing her ankles and leaning forward on the table her hands on her cheeks and her elbows on the table. I could smell her perfume, Chanel No. 5.She went on, “Now, let me get this straight. You didn’t get to go out with your friends. You were stuck here with the girls. When they fell asleep, you just happened to find Bob’s porno magazine on his desk, along with my tennis shorts and underwear in the hamper. Then you jacked off into my panties, and that was quite a load, by the way. All before we got home. Then you went home, found your mom getting laid by your stepdad and two of their friends. I bet you came again too. Didn’t you?” She paused before going on, looking straight at me for my response. “And then, you just happened to go to bed. Do I have the timeline right?”I just blinked at her. I know my cheeks and forehead were now both flushed. My cock was also straining, uncomfortably, in my jeans.“I think you had a lot of cum stored up seeing that none of those high school girls seem to be putting out. You found my panties and added your own cum. Then, you saw your mom getting laid. I’ll bet you found that extremely hot, didn’t you?”I was surprised almanbahis şikayet at how she laid out the events and then hit me with the questions. I responded with a nod and, “Yes. I did.”She shifted her stance yet again by moving around the side of the table leaning in close to me. Her breath was sweet and the smell of her perfume was captivating and intoxicating. She glanced down toward my crotch and then back up straight into my eyes. “Tell me, do you need to fix yourself right now?”“Ahh, yes I do,” I muttered.“Hmm. Stand up and fix yourself, Tony.” She had a slight grin and a twinkle in her eye when she said it.“Excuse me?” I was shocked.“You heard me. Stand up, right here and fix yourself before your cock breaks. Don’t worry, you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.”As I stood up, she backed up one step. I attempted to slide my cock around in my jeans without undoing my belt, unbuttoning my jeans, or zipping down my fly. It wasn’t working. She stepped forward, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, slowly unzipped my fly, reached into my boxers, and grabbed ahold of my cock. All the while, staring me straight in the eyes. As she grasped my cock and let it grow its full length, she smiled. Now I was rock hard with one of my dream women grasping my cock with both hands.“My, my, my, Tony. My, how you’ve matured.”Uh, Mrs. Johansson. I, uh…”“Shhh,” She smiled still with both hands on my cock and my jeans just barely hanging on my hips. “Tony, I want to know. Are you still a virgin?”I took a few moments as she lightly stroked my cock before shaking my head, “Yes.”“Would you like to learn what to do with a woman in bed? I mean, everything?”I looked at her as she moved right against my body. I swallowed hard. My little head was definitely now the thinking head. “Yes.”“Well then, from now on, when we are alone, I’m Abby to you. Do you understand?” She was still slowly stroking me.“Yes, Abby.” I was now having difficulty breathing.“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. But, you are going to learn how to satisfy a woman in bed. Then, when its time for those high school girls, you will not be fumbling around like a virgin schoolboy trying to get his fingers into that tight little pussy, let alone trying to get your cock into her before coming prematurely all over her thighs because you were over-stimulated. Do you understand me?”“Yes, Abby.”She leaned in and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss me on my lips. The first kiss was just that, a closed lips peck. Then she leaned toward my right ear and whispered, “You do know how to really kiss, don’t you?” Then she pulled back to see my response.“Yes, Abby. I do. Do I get a do-over?”She chuckled, “Now, let’s try that again.”She leaned in again, her hands still on my cock, our lips parted just enough where her tongue sought out mine. I can only say that I sure am glad that Becky Harrison was one hell of a kisser and this was way over the edge. After a few minutes of a breath-taking French kiss with my mom’s best friend, she pulled back, released my cock from both of her hands, and smiled a wicked smile.“Follow me.” She spun on her toes and beckoned me to follow her back to the master bedroom.As we entered, she drew the curtains as I stood in the doorway. Then, she walked over to the phone on the nightstand, picked up the handset and dialed a number. After a few rings, someone answered the phone. “Yes, this is Mrs. Johansson, Abby Johansson. I was to meet the noon group today for the mixed couples play. Please let them know something has come up and I’ll catch up with them next week.” A slight pause followed. “Thank you. You are very kind.” She hung up the phone.“So, Tony. Did you just get out of the shower before coming here?” She asked with a smile.“Yes Mrs., I mean Abby, I did. I just got out of the shower before getting dressed to head to the gym.”“Most guys would have waited to shower after the gym. Why did you shower before?” She stepped closer to me.“I like feeling fresh after I get up, regardless almanbahis canlı casino of what I’m doing next. Is that ok?” I was curious now.“Oh my, yes it is good. I was going to have you take a shower first. But, you knocked off one step. I like that.”Now, she was in front of me, back up on her toes to kiss me again. This time, she placed her hands behind my neck. She kissed me so deeply again, I didn’t want to stop. When she pulled back again, she looked me straight in the eyes with an erotic twinkle and a slight grin. “I want to do this nice and slow. I know if I’m not careful, you’ll cum too quickly. But, then again, I bet you get hard awfully quick being young.”She had me captivated. I nodded my head yes and responded, “Both.”“Oh my. Yes, to have a younger lover who has strong batteries and quick recharging time. We have time today, a lot of it. Now, slowly, undress for me, right here. Everything, off.” She stepped back to watch me strip, her hands on her hips, a luscious grin, and her eyes on me the whole time.I pulled my t-shirt over my head to reveal my sixteen-year-old rock hard abs eliciting a slight moan from Mrs. Johansson. She licked her lips and tilted her head. I unbuckled my belt again, unbuttoned my Levis, and slowly unzipped the zipper. I slid my hands along my hips and slid my jeans down to the floor taking my boxers with my jeans. I untied my Converse, slipped them off along with my socks and then stepped out of my jeans and boxers leaving them at my feet. I stepped to the right two steps and my cock was raging hard, standing straight up at attention.Mrs. Johansson eyed me up and down and smiled, “My, Tony, like I said before, you really have matured. I knew you had a tight body from seeing you at the lake, but, my, my, my…”Mrs. Johansson moved to the chair in the bedroom by the window and sat down displaying her legs, crossing them, to untie first one, then the other tennis shoe laces before slipping them off. She slid off the tennis socks and smiled. I just stood there as she took her time. My cock throbbed with each heartbeat.She stood up and moved to me before turning around, lifting her ponytail to reveal the zipper of her tennis top. “Please be a dear and unzip me. Please?”I slowly reached up to grasp the zipper with my left hand and slower yet, began to slide the zipper downward, first revealing the lovely skin of her back before the back of her white bra was exposed. The zipper went half-way down before it came to a stop. She thanked me and slid the top over herself before turning around and facing me, her beautiful breasts trapped in the tight bra, her nipples straining at the fabric.She walked back over to the chair and laid the top across the arm of the chair. She turned back to face me, her head tilted and her smile widened, “Now baby, can you unclasp my bra for me?”I slowly walked toward her, my cock bouncing proudly like a flagpole mast in the wind. As I reached her, her eyes were focused on my cock before she turned around and again. She pulled her ponytail out of the way giving me access to her bra clasp. I slowly unclasped her bra with both hands. My fingers were trembling and I know my breathing was short and rapid with erotic excitement. Here I was, about to have direct access to a gorgeous woman, not a high school girl.Unclasped, she turned around to face me, letting the straps slip off her shoulders revealing her luscious orbs, her nipples sticking out, slightly upturned and hard as pencil erasers, large pencil erasers, and her areolas were as large as silver dollars. Her breasts didn’t sag one bit. She reached up and unclasped the hair clip letting her red tresses fall over her shoulders and down her back. She peered up at me and asked me, “Do you like what you see so far?”I just nodded and replied, “Oh my, yes, Abby!”“You can feel them, softly, don’t manhandle them, but here, let me show you.” She reached for my hands and placed them, one on each breast. “Now, slowly, almanbahis casino let my hands guide yours. Hmm…” She cooed.Her eyes closed slightly as she guided my hands around her breasts and moved my fingers to her nipples, showing me how to gently tease. A soft moan escaped her lips, “You do this right, Tony, and you can make some woman cum just from the stimulation of her breasts and nipples. I’m one of those women.”I leaned in to smell her hair, shampoo and conditioner. But, as always, her perfume was so arousing. She let go of my fingers to let me “drive” on my own. She pushed back against me, my cock rock hard against her tennis-skirt clad ass. She continued to purr and her breath came in shallow inhales. I knew something was happening as her body began to shake lightly and she muttered, “Oh yes, darling.”Her nipples were as rock hard to my touch. She turned around grabbed lightly at the back of my head and moved my mouth to her right breast. “Softly, baby, softly. Use your tongue, I bet you saw your mom being devoured but there is a time a place for that. Just take your tongue and slowly encircle my nipple, flick it, suck it lightly. You’ll feel my response.”I did just that, I took her right breast in my hands and lifted it lightly to my mouth as I bent forward. I let my tongue circle her straining nipple before lightly kissing it. She moaned softly. I sucked a little harder before releasing it and letting my tongue slip underneath before gliding back up to circle around it and the areola. Her moans were a little louder. I softly nibbled, kissed, and suckled on her breast as her hands moved to the back of my neck. I moved to the left breast which solicited a response, “Yes, never forget to spread out the pleasure.”Mrs. Johansson’s sounds, moans, and breathing were so intoxicating. Becky moaned softly as we kissed and our hands roamed but nothing like Mrs. Johansson right now. After several more minutes of sliding back and forth between each breast, I let my tongue glide down to her belly button, a beautiful innie. Her whole body shook before she grabbed my head and said, “We’ll get to that in a few here baby. Now, stand up and unzip my skirt, please.”She turned around to offer me the back of her tennis skirt. I almost didn’t see the tiny zipper, hidden in the seam overlap. I slowly unzipped it and she slid her hands into the skirt at her hips and shimmied it off her lovely hips as the tightness released from the waist. She stood there in only her tennis briefs, and panties beneath as the skirt fell to her feet. She turned around as she stepped out of the skirt. She slid her fingers into the waistband of her tennis briefs and slowly slid them down her lithe legs stepping out of them and standing there in a pair of her white satin panties, just like the pair I came in the weekend before.She stood before me and smiled. Not saying a word, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, her eyes locked on mine, as she slowly slid them down her legs. I was right; she had no hair on her gorgeous Mons Venus. She was smooth as silk. She stepped out of her panties and smiled, so alluringly. “Ok, now, we move to step two of our foreplay.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed.couldn’t believe I was in this position. Me, with a stunning redhead, who just happened to be my mom’s best friend, I just couldn’t believe it. We didn’t use the acronym MILF back then, but she was all of that. At the side of the bed, she put her arms up to pull me down to kiss her again. This time, we were tight together, my throbbing hardness pressed against her tight flat stomach, just above her womanhood. As we kissed, she began to grind her womanhood against my throbbing member.We broke the kiss as she pulled back. “Now, my new lover, you are going to learn how to get past second base. In fact, you are going to learn how to use your fingers and tongue to bring a lady to orgasm before you use that prize cock of yours. Key is to be gentle, lovingly explore, and learn how to hit the right spots to make her cum. And if you have a woman like me in bed, I’m a multiple climax girl. I can cum and cum, and cum more. There are some women that have an orgasm and need a break before they can go for more. Not me. I have…

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