Secret Seduction

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Coming of age was one of those expressions that Matt Baker had never considered in any detail. He had ambled along through his teenage years, noticing girls more and more without being in a mad rush to do anything. It was after turning 16 that his hormones really kicked in. The trouble was, that Matt was just naturally shy and had never plucked up the courage to ask a girl out. Since then, events had begun to overtake him. He was gradually beginning to discover the pleasures of the flesh. Judy Morris wasn’t just any 39 year old woman, she was the mother of Larry, his football training buddy and best friend. Matt didn’t have the balls to make a pass at a woman her age in the first place, but his Mom’s best friend was particularly out of bounds. Judy had had other ideas. Matt’s visits to Judy Morris’s house had begun innocently enough. He needed the extra cash so had offered to do some gardening jobs. He was a hard worker and it showed. Then Judy had begun to notice the furtive glances. His bashful looks, when his gaze caught her weighty boobs jiggling in her top. Women had a way with mirrors and she noticed him checking out her ass on more than one occasion. Her sex life wasn’t exactly stale, but she missed the excitement of dating. She longed for the secret assignations of her youth. Matt was a fit young man. But he was naïve and not versed in the ways of the world. Slowly but surely, Judy took it upon herself to break him in. Being a normal red-blooded guy, Matt’s visits, while busting his nuts had actually made him more horny at other times. He would get spontaneous erections and sometimes missed his bus stop, as he waited for a particularly big hard-on to subside. A week after his seventeenth birthday he looked forward to his next visit to see Judy Morris with some trepidation. He knew that Mr Morris and their son Larry would be on a fishing trip for the weekend. Judy had asked him to pop over to ‘put in some bedding plants’ but Larry thought this Maltepe Escort was a pretext for getting him to come round. Neither Judy nor Matt had openly acknowledge their fornication and Matt especially had not allowed himself to countenance the role he was playing but saw it as a right of passage. It was as if they had each stumbled into their liaison with a degree of suspended disbelief. It was on his second visit that she had invited him in for a beer; his brow wet with perspiration and his shirt scruffy from the garden. She had given him his first tit-wank and blowjob. Then on his third visit, after meeting Mr Morris briefly, Judy had teased him on and off; inventing reasons to flash her bra and her panties at intervals. Matt was in torment when she eventually relieved him. After introducing him to the joys of pussy eating she had allowed him to come on her. She loved the way he went half crazy, delirious almost as he came, shooting his load over her face and tits. Matt arrived around 2pm on the Saturday and saw the pansies and sweet William lined up on her patio, so he knew at least, that that bit was true. “Mrs Morris! I’m here.” “Hello, Matt. Come in, can I get you anything before you make a start?” “No, I’ve got my tools in my bag, so I’ll get them planted right away.” Matt’s eyes roved around Judy’s body as he spoke. Her yellow blouse hugged her breasts, the upper line of her bra making a ridge through the cotton. Her dark grey skirt had fluted pleats and was shorter than her usual ones. Matt couldn’t see any stocking tops and figured she had put on pantyhose. Even the word ‘pantyhose’ made his heart thump. He loved them. Even as he stood in her porch, discussing how she wanted the plants arranged, he could feel himself getting hard. Judy’s long brown hair looked a little damp as if she had not long showered and he detected a lovely scent of recently applied perfume. She glanced down and looked at Matt giving Maltepe Escort Bayan him one of her knowing smiles, as he craftily tried to shield himself with his trowel. He just ended up looking more awkward and they both knew it. Matt looked back as she turned to go in her kitchen. Her lovely round ass was like two plump peaches squeezed into her skirt. He spent an hour, turning out heaps of soil and planting out the flowers. Some he laid in neat rows and others in little circles. He tried to vary the colours – so that he didn’t have two adjacent ones the same. As he patted down the earth around each one, his thoughts constantly turned to Judy Morris, his imagination reconstructing the outline of her legs and ass, clad in those barely black pantyhose. His cock throbbed painfully in his kneeling position as he thought of her cleavage spilling out of her bra with his nose trapped between the mounds of flesh. At last he was done and raked the bits of loose soil flat and stood back to admire his handiwork. He started as he felt a hand on his shoulder and the unmistakeable whiff of Judy’s scent. “Very nice, Matt. Come in for a beer, you earned it.” Her words were accompanied by a squeeze of his butt and he turned to look at her. He had lost the slightly scared expression from his earlier visits and was now accustomed to her inevitable advances. He followed her in and Judy handed him an ice cold bottle. As he took a long draught of the refreshing beer, Judy walked down the hallway and stopped. She looked back at Matt, and curved her index finger in an encouragement to follow her. “This way, Matt.” “Where are we going?” “Upstairs, Matt. I have something special I want you to do.” Matt pushed himself up from the bar stool and followed her up. Judy purposely walked slowly up her staircase, giving Matt the maximum opportunity to study her amazing bum. Matt’s mind was in a whirl at the possibilities of carnal delight Escort Maltepe that lay before him. “Wash your hands in the bathroom, Matt and I’ll be waiting for you in there.” Matt looked through and saw the large double bed and its large lilac duvet. The light from the window was bathing the room in the cool glow of the afternoon, making the glass sparkle on a water colour, which hung on her bedroom wall. “In your bedroom, are you sure?” said Matt. “I’m sure,” said Judy, sexily. Matt dried his hands after removing the garden dirt from his hands and presumptively removed his shirt. He knocked on the door, which was now closed apart from a few inches, ajar. “Come in, Matt.” Judy was kneeling on her bed and had stripped down to her bra and pantyhose. ”Awww you’re so sweet, knocking ‘n’ all,” said Judy. Come here.” Matt studied every inch of her body; her tummy with the sexy ripples of flesh; her breasts, which were like a shelf, heaving in her bra and their mass of cleavage; her firm, broad thighs, clad in pantyhose. She looked up at him, igniting his libido with her hazel-blue eyes. She reached out and slid her hands down the outside of his torso. She stroked his abs with one hand and traced a finger of the other along his ribs. “Hmmm… you have a fine body, Matt.” Matt touched her shoulder and then twirled her hair around his fingers. Judy loved how he was growing in confidence. Three weeks ago, he would never have touched her without asking first. It made her hot and meant that as he matured, she would need to raise the stakes even further. She wanted to push him to the very boundaries of pleasure. Judy stood up and unfastened his trousers, sliding her palm over his erection in the process. His cock was straining inside his boxers and Judy relished the moment that she could have his bare cock in her hand. As his pumping hard-on sprang up, she rolled her tongue along his shaft, causing Matt to yelp. She stroked the inside of his firm, sinewy thighs as her mouth slowly found the tip of his cock. She sucked on the end, sliding her tongue around his glans each time his cock popped out of her mouth. Judy’s cock-sucking techniques were based on years of practise. It was the same knowledge of perfect fellatio, which made her hold back.

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