Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 10:01:41 +0000 From: Jessica E. Subject: a night with andrea's mom My friend Andrea's mom, Mrs. Skinner (Diane, actually), is an incredibly good looking woman in her mid-thirties. Every time I'm over at Andrea's house, I spend a good portion of it drooling over her. She has this blonde mane of loosly curled hair that sometimes makes her look as though she's glowing. It's length is about down to her beasts, and it tumbles over her shoulders in a way that sends tingles up and down my spine. She has a habit of nervously tucking and un-tucking it behind her ears when she's talking, but it's usually tied in a neat ponytail or bun. I long to stroke her hair. To touch her beautiful silky tresses. Her iridescent silver eyes shimmer when she laughs, and she often has a thin line of black liner around them. The clothes she wears show very little of her soft creamy skin, but bring more attention to her delightfully pale complexion. The most wonderful feature of her face, I think are her lips. She doesn't have the best fashion sense so a lot of the time I see her wearing frosted pink lipstick on them, but they look to be painfully kissable, no matter what. Our conversations never venture past "How are you doing in school" and "Thanks for dinner", and our physical contact has never been anything more than shaking hands when we were introduced, and the times our fingers occasionally touch when handing each other things. I did hug her once, which I think clued her in to the fact that I've had this crush on her on her since the day we met. Diane lives with Andrea in a small house, a few blocks away from mine. I'm over there quite a bit, for one reason or another, though I mainly invite myself to join them, anything to be near such a woman. Diane is divorced from Andrea's dad, they broke up when she was just a baby, but Diane still refers to herself as Mrs. Skinner, as to ward off any men that find her attractive. She also still sports the gold wedding band on her adorably dainty fingers and shows it to people that express an interest in her. Evidently she's happy being a single parent. Anyways, let me tell you about the hug I mentioned. It was the single most beautiful experience of my life, the first time I'd felt truly complete. It was last year when I was really into sports. Our school had this huge track meet and I was on one of the teams doing long jump. It wasn't that big of a deal, but I was hurt when I couldn't find my mom in the crowd. At the end of the event I went over and sat on the side of the track, cross legged, with my chin propped up against my hand. I must have looked pathetic because Diane came over to me and told me she was watching and was proud at how well I did. I was delighted to hear that, especially coming from that sexy little goddess of a woman. So I stood up and wrapped my arms around her thanking her whole-heartedly. She was about as tall as me, 5'2" or so, quite small stature for a 34 year old, but she had those soft motherly curves that made her look more mature than her gorgeous face lead you to believe she was. You couldn't tell by looking at the loose clothes she wore, but she was quite petite, yet pleasantly squeezable. I almost regretted hugging her so tightly, because she could feel my heart thumping hard against my chest, a million miles an hour, excited by such close contact from her. She hugged me back just as tight, telling me it wasn't a problem, that she was glad she could have seen me compete. She also rubbed her hand up and down my back, in a less-than-motherly way that made me instantly wet. As I took note of how the sensation of her breasts pressed firmly against mine felt, so soft, and warm I shivered a bit, and she let go, smiling at me. "I suppose I'll be seeing you sometime soon, you're at my house quite a lot," I nodded, staring deep into her eyes, silently telling her I loved her. "Bye for now", she smiled as she turned away and began walking to her car. I watched her womanly figure slowly slip out of my vision, her lovely curvacious ass the focus of my attention. Ever since that day I've been determined to gain more contact like that with her, but never knew how to go about it. I had almost given up on the whole idea, until this summer, when Andrea invited me to spend the week with her and her mom on their vacation in New Orleans, when Mardi Gras was going on. I immediately accepted, ecstatic that I would be around Diane for a whole week, maybe something would happen. On the day they were to pick me up for the trip, I stood in front of my full length mirror, stark naked. Diane and Andrea would be at my house in about two hours, so I had time to kill. My stuff was mostly packed, and I had my clothes that I would be wearing that day set out on my bed. I sighed as I gazed at my reflection. I had joked inwardly about seducing Diane, but when looking into this mirror, I was disgusted with myself for even playfully thinking I could do it. I had the typical low self esteem thing going on, something that no teenager is without, and though I was quite a beautiful young woman I constantly pessimistically picked my appearance apart. My medium-length red hair hung down around my eyes, and I pulled it off my forhead so I could see better. I had trimmed my pubic hair and waxed my bikini line, shaved my legs and armpits, and moisturized my skin. I was looking pretty hot with my slight tan, and my body was toned from my efforts at the gym. I didn't like my breasts, never had, I thought they were too small, but they looked rather darling with their dark pink erect nipples and tiny areolas. Not bad, I thought. As I got dressed, pulling on my tight black pants and t-shirt with a picture of a cat on it I smiled to myself. Maybe I would be able to get somewhere with Diane. Maybe she likes girls. Why would such a sexy woman not have a husband or at least a boyfriend? Why did she hug me like that that one time? Why was she always smiling at me? As these thoughts ran through my head I got more and more anxious to get this trip started. By the time Anrea and her mom pulled into my driveway I was sitting on my front step waiting for them. I put my luggage in the trunk of the car, and sat down in the back seat. "Hey guys," I said "How're you?". Andrea and Diane both replied that they were doing well, and Andrea asked "So are you ready to have some fun?" I smiled and said yes, I was. Boy was I ever. I didn't notice until about half way through the trip, but Andrea's mom kept sneaking glances at me in the rear view mirror. I smiled to myself, maybe this would be easier than I thought. After what seemed like an eternity of driving, and plenty of rest stops, we reached New Orleans. Mardi Gras would be beginning tomorrow, and they were already getting set up for the parade. We checked into our hotel and got settled in. "Well girls," Diane said "I'm going to go for a swim. Anyone want to join me?". We both agreed a swim would be great, me a little more enthusiastically than I'd hoped, and we all got changed into our swim suits. Andrea was a cutie, I had always thought so. She wasn't really my type, but she had an adorable little body. Her breasts her even smaller than mine, but she was also slimmer. She had a tiny frame, and she showed it off in her cutesy little trangle bikini top and boy-cut shorts. I wore a bathing suit that I had had for a while, with a trangle bikini top that tied like a halter top, and skimpy bottoms that made me feel self conscious. When Diane came out of the bathroom after changing, I tried unsuccesfully to hide the fact that I was staring like an 18 year old boy. She noticed and grinned at me, leading the way to the pool. It was the first time I had ever seen her in less than the baggy sweaters and pants she always wore, and to say the least I was pleasantly surprised. She had kept in shape, and even though she was quite a short woman, her legs were to die for. Her breasts had a nice shape to them, and the bathing suit she was wearing accented them beautifully, her clevage tempting me to touch them. Her stomach was naturally flat, but not buff or anything.. It looked to me like a nice place to rest my head. As she walked in front of Andrea and I, her glorious ass seemed to beckon me, her hips swishing back and forth seductively. I felt myself begin to grow wet, and anxiously quickened my pace, eagre to get to the swimming pool so no one would see anything. Swimming was a blast. We played and splashed and did fancy dives into the pool all afternoon. I was in a trance, mystified at how surreal Diane looked with her wet hair floating around her in the pool, and her skin glistenning in the sun. She must have noticed me staring at her longingly once again, for when Andrea went in to use the bathroom, she came up behind me and playfully hooked her thumbs inside my bikini top, running them down like she was fixing my straps. I shivered and turned around to face her, we smiled at each other. "Thanks for letting me come, Mrs. Skinner" I said. "Oh no problem, we're more than happy to have ya along. And please, call me Diane." She reached out and playfully tweaked my nipple through my bathing suit once, and turned away. I speechlessly watched her get out of the pool and wrap herself up in a towel, wondering what had just happened, and what it meant. That night we got in our beds and Diane promised us that we would have a blast tomorrow at the parade. When I heard her kiss Andrea goodnight, and then walk over to my bed, my heart began to beat faster. She whispered "Goodnight beautiful" in my ear, and kissed me softly, once on each cheek. "G-goodnight" I managed to stutter at her back as she walked away. I then rolled over and layed wide awake for some time. My pussy was throbbing. The next morning came after a long long night of tossing and turning, wondering what would happen, and then scolding myself for being so hopeful. It was a scorching day, the heat waves radiated off the black ashvault streets, making the horizon wiggle in a provocative dance. Everything was sexual to me that day, being incredibly anxious, as well as terrified. I kept trying to get Diane alone, but we stuck with Andrea most of the time. She was constantly flirting with me; pulling my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear, and looking back at me as I checked out her ass when she was walking away. I was so paranoid that I was misinterpreting her signals all along, and she was being merely friendly to me, like a friend's mom should be. But through the day, as she had more and more of the free alcohol being served at the parade, and began giving Andrea and I some, I could almost swear she was hitting on me. After a long night of seeing all the colourful floats, and enjoying our time at the after party, we arrived back at the hotel. Andrea almost immediately fell into bed and passed out, but Diane and I stayed up and talked. She had changed into her night clothes, and I as well. She wore a silk bath robe, and a towel on her head. The top of her robe kept coming undone, and I could see she was wearing a lacy purple bra. She also had more perfect breasts than I had previously observed. Each of them was firm looking and beautifully shaped, about the size of a large orange or grapefruit. Most of the time, since she was pretty drunk (as I was too, we were doing tequilla shots as we spoke), she would forget her robe was coming open, and talk to me for near 20 minutes while giving me a heavanly view of her tempting clevage. After about 3 occasions of that happening, I found myself almost unable to control the urge of sticking my tonge between her breasts and run it down to her navel, and up again. Slowly. Maybe with ice in my mouth, I thought. I could almost taste her. We were incredibly tipsy, and eventually our conversation turned to sexual topics. "So," she said, applying some rasperry lipgloss that she had borrowed from me "Have you ever had a boyfriend?". I looked down at the table. No, I hadn't. I looked up at her and said "Yes, once. But it didn't work out." She looked at me long and hard. "Are you with anyone right now?". I was sure she was trying to get me to admit that I was a lesbian. I shook my head. No, I wasn't. I had been with girls before, but I was still fairly unexperienced. She got up, did another tequilla shot, made a face, and went over to her bed, where she plopped down, and patted the spot next to her, beckoning me. My heart jumped into my throat. I obediantly went over to her, and sat, crossing my legs and facing her. I asked her if she was with anyone right now. She told me no, she was single, but she had been enjoying going to bars and having sex with women. My eyes must have grown wide, for she said "Does that make you uncomfortable? That I enjoy having sex with women?". I shook my head, mesmerized. It most certainly did not. She then put her hand on my knee, slowly running it up my thigh, and then back down. Feeling the soft fabric. "Have you? Ever been with a woman I mean." She continued tracing her fingers along my leg, looking down as though she was nonchalantly concentrating on drawing some symbol. I nodded my head yes, and swallowed hard. "Ever been with an older woman? A more experienced one?" "No" I said, the only girl I had ever been with was as inexperienced as I. She then continued speaking while looking down, but this time she cocked her head to one side. "They know things, you know. You could learn something." Then she looked up at me, her silver eyes flashing with a hint of mischief. This time it was I who smiled at her, beginning to become more bit more relaxed, willing to play along. I wanted to see how far this would go. God she looked so beautiful. The small amount of light in the room came from tealight candles we had lit all over, and the flames danced across her picturesque figure and made her look mystical, almost holy. I leaned in to her, looking seductively from her chest to her eyes, dragging my gaze slowly up her image, as though I was caressing her gently with it. I then glanced over at Andrea to make sure she was sleeping, then leaned in further and whispered "Diane, would you like to tell me anything?" I blinked slowly, "Or herhaps show me?". I couldn't believe I was saying this. She must have heard my heart beating, because it was so loud inside my head, everything else was being drowned out. Diane smiled, biting her bottom lip, now we both knew what each other wanted. I scooted up more on the bed, away from her, and she stood up at the foot of the bed. She took off her robe and head towel, her hair falling in curly wet clumps all around her upper torso. I propped myself up on my elbows, and watched her undress herself. She silently strip teased me. She turned her back to me, arching her back to enhance the position of her tight ass clad in a g-string, and undid the hook of her bra. As she removed it, and tossed it over in the corner, I undid the drawstring of my pajama my pants and reached my hand down the front of my panties. I was sopping wet. She then turned around and wagged her finger at me. Walking over and removing my hand from my pants she licked off my fingers "Not yet" she playfully scolded, "Let me do that for you.". Her hair covered her glorious tits, and she tossed back her head, flipping it over her shoulder. As I caught a glimpse of her breasts, my breath quickened. They were quite large, and firm, the areolas smallish, and darker pink than mine. Her nipples were erect already, and they begged me to suck on them. I licked my lips and blinked hard. I couldn't believe it was happening. I scooted up more away from her, against the head bored of the bed and sat upright. Diane then crawled onto the bed and kneeled in front of me, with her legs spread shoulder width apart. She rotated her hips slowly, making me salivate as her face contorted in joy. Her hands then found their ways to my hips, and she pulled off my undone pants, running her hands down my inner thighs. I quivered in anticipation. She smiled as she spied my wet panties, then proceed to remove them as well. She then approached me, and pressed her groin against my stomach. As I watched her grinding into me, I opened my mouth to speak. To tell her how bad I wanted to fuck her, and her to fuck me. Too late though. As I inhaled to make a sound, she cupped my head in her hands and kissed me. Her tongue crept into my mouth, and rubbed on top of mine. After I got through the initial shock of "Oh my god, Diane is kissing ME", I began to kiss her back. We rubbed out tongues together and explored each others mouthes. She was a sensational kisser, and she knew just how to roll her tongue tongue in a way that sent shockwaves through my body. "MMMmmmmmmmm" I moaned, grabbing Diane's ass and squeezing it hard, then rubbing it in circles. She then broke the kiss and looked down at me, straightenning up. I grabbed her hips and pressed her pussy against my stomach, rubbing my hands up and down her back. "Did you enjoy that?" She asks, "How does my tongue feel?". "Inexplainable, Diane." I said, lovingly. "You're wonderful," I kissed her on her navel, and leaned back again. "Make love to me" I pleaded, "I need to learn from you." Diane looked at me sympathetically, and decided to help me discover what pleasure was. "That was the plan, darling. I knew this day was meant from the moment I met you." Her response surprised me, and as I ran my hands up and down her thighs I spoke one last time "Well, I have nothing against that." With that, she pulled my top over my head, and tossed it across the room. "Let's get ready to enjoy ourselves then." She took one of my breasts in each hand, and squeezed them firmly. My nipples immediately became hard, pressing into her hand. She stood on the bed and slid off her thong, and then stepped out of it. Her pubic hair was trimmed in a neat blonde triangle, and when she kneeled back down in front of me I reached between her legs and poked my finger between her pussy lips, feeling her wetness, and then withdrew it, sucking it, tasting her. She sqirmed in pleasure and then pushed me back onto the bed. I was laying in a semi-sitting position on about 4 pillows, so I had a good view of what she was doing. She spread my legs to the sides, and ran her finger tips up and down my thighs again. She then bent down and slowly dragged her tongue up the inside of each leg, making my heart skip a beat each time. Then, without warning, Diane's tongue plunged into my pussy, and began thrusting in and out. She was tongue fucking me. I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. Not caring if Andrea woke up anymore, I let out a loud moan. "Ohhhh DIANE, that feels GREAT!! Oh yes... Fuck my cunt, lick me, yes, fuck fuck fuck, uhhhhhhOHHHHH YESSSSSS". My eyes rolled back in my head and I panted hard. I couldn't take it much longer, this woman was going to make me cum in record time. She then stopped tongue fucking me, not wanting me to climax just yet. She kissed me long and slow, right on my clit. Her tongue snaked slowly out of her mouth, and pressed gently on my clit once. Then harder the second time. Then faster and faster until she was flicking her tongue across my clit, back and forth and up and down, lashing it in the most erotic way I had ever known. I dug my hands into the bed and pillows, squirming and moaning and crying and curling my toes, my legs shaking spastically. She reached one of her hands down and began playing with herself, she was obviously getting very turned on with my horniness. With her free hand, she then reached up and slipped a slender finger into my lubricated pussy. I drew in a sharp breath through my teeth, and part laughed part cried. "This feels SO GOOD, don't stop!". I looked down and her gaze met mine. She smiled and licked me harder. She then took my swollen clit into her mouth and began sucking it furiously, rolling it around with her tongue and pushing it to and fro. I screamed and whined and breathed louder, wrapping my leg around her head and humping her face, grinding my hips feverishly. She moaned with me, sucking harder than ever. I then began to reach my climax, knowing I would cum all over her sweet lips and face, and then try to bring her the same feeling she was giving me. Soon my legs began to shake even more uncontrollably, and I arched my back, clutching the sheets. As I started to cum, she pressed her lips hard on my clit, clamping it between them, making me cum multiple times. My juices ran out of my cunt, onto her face and neck, and she stuck her loooong tongue out and licked all the juices off my pussy. She then sat back up and grinned at me satisfied. My juice trickled down between her breasts and I leaned forward, dragging my tongue up through them, and across her collar bone. I then pushed her back, with her head at the foot of the bed, and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting myself in her mouth. I then straddled her groin and said to her "That was incredible. I am pleased to be taught such things from such a gorgeous woman as yourself." She blushed, and licked the remaining taste of me from her lips. "I'm glad I could help. Now, apply what you have learned. Practice makes perfect!" I hesitated, hoping I could pleasure her as she had done to me, and decided to start slow. I gyrated on her pussy, moving down, so we were slowly humping each other. Our clits pressed together at times, making us both jump and breathe faster. She was enjoying the sensation, propped up on her shoulders as I had been, legs spread wide. I squeezed her breasts and rubbed them in circular motions, tweaking her firm nipples. She moaned in a way gave me chills, and that almost caused me to lose my cool. I ran my hands all over her lower stomach and breasts, feeling up her body and giving each of us goosebumps. I then kissed each of her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking on it slowly, making them harder than ever before. I then kissed my way down to her pelvis bone, licking as I went. She reached down and fondled my hair, looking at me lovingly. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was already dripping wet again. Diane looked beautiful from this angle. Her breasts protruded almost poetically from her shapely torso, and her pubic hair formed an upside down triangle from the angle I was at. I looked her up and down before I attack her pussy hungrily, trying to fit as much of her inside of me as possible. I skillfully curled my tongue around her clit, rubbing it up and down slowly, dragging the length of my tongue across it, and pausing at the part where I had my tongue pierced, pushing the barbel against her clit, tapping it. She squealed and turned her head from side to side, she was beginning to perspire. She tasted incredible. Her pussy dripped lubrication from it, and I licked it up eagerly, devouring every last drop. Her skin was perfumed lightly with Jovan Musk, tasting of the perfume, and a slight salty hint of sweat. She made me stop and get something from her bag. It was a pair of furry black handcuffs, and she instructed me to cuff her to the bed. I did so, feeling her up as I clasped her hands above her head and locked them on one of the posts. "That's better" she exclaimed "Now, do what you wish to me." This had been my dream for so long, to have my way with a beautiful long haired goddess, particularly Andrea's mom. I dove back to her pussy again, licking and probing my tongue all around her clit. She squirmed eagerly, eyes closed and breasts jiggling with each jerk of her writhing damp body. Her hair was matted to her forhead and she made the same expressions I had been previously, as I ravished her pussy. I crossed my fingers and inserted them into her cunt, using a thrusting motion as I further attacked her clit with my mouth. Her groans and shrieks grew louder and louder until I began to feel her pussy walls twitch and contract, she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I plunged my long fingers deep into her pussy, ramming them in and out. Her body began to shake and she arched her back as I had done, breathily screaming and saying "oh YES YES YES" repeatedly. I opened my mouth and it was flooded with sweet nectar from deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around my head and pressed my mouth hard against her cumming pussy. I licked inside her and all around, collecting everything. She quivered and breathed hard, hands still tied above her head, her body all sweaty and twisted up in the bed sheets. I unlocked her hand cuffs and she pulled me on top of her, then rolled over so she was lying on me, and kissed me deeply. Our tastes mingled, creating a pleasant sensation through my body. She felt so fantastic on top of me. Breasts squished against mine, hearts beating as one, all damp and warm and smooshy. I ran my fingers up the length of her spine, just to feel her shiver. She kissed my neck and pulled the sheet over top of us, warming me with her body. We shared a blissfull skin on skin sweat, bodies melted into one, breathing in the smells of our passion, making love mouth to mouth. My dream had come true. This story was written by Jessica. All rights reserved. For any comments or questions, contact me at the_jessica_show@hotmail.com.