Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 17:50:19 -0400 From: J W Subject: Mothers knows best -2 The bus ride to my new college was boring. Even with my MP-3 playing my favorite tunes I couldn't wait for it to be over. I looked out at the country side as it rolled past, daydreaming and dozing. There weren't that many passengers but we all congregated beside the bus as the driver pulled the baggage out of the cargo hold. As soon as I saw my olive duffel I grabbed it and headed inside the terminal. I wondered if I would recognize Mrs. Stern. It had been a while. Silly me! She stood out like a ten million candle power beacon in a fog. The absolutely gorgeous face crowned with that orangey pink hair a top her tall frame was easy to spot. I waved from the crowd entering the terminal from the platform. What I should have been concerned about was would she recognize me. She was obviously scanning the throng but I was too short to catch her eye. And so it was that I wrapped my arms around her waist before she even really knew I was there. "Thanks for picking me up, and, and, everything I gushed." I had attacked her from the side but when I made contact she automatically turned toward the pressure. The result was that for a brief moment her huge tit was mashed into my face. I could feel the stiff seamy structure of her bra against my cheek through her soft cotton top. The pliant flesh underneath the lacy supporting structure felt soft and mushy against my face. When she finished turning we were face to face; or to be more accurate face to boob. Lindsey's mom grasped my shoulders and bent down until our noses were inches apart "Rebecca! It's so good to see you again!" My first reaction was to the scent. She smelled like fresh strawberries. I thought `it's so fitting given the color of her hair.' The next thing that struck me was that I was looking into the greenest eyes imaginable. She released my shoulders and hugged me. This put my face, maybe my whole head between her twin towers. I felt the roughness of the bra on my ears and the center clasp press against my nose. The embrace was mercifully brief and she was holding me by the shoulders again but sort of pushing me away. "Let me look at you." She said holding me at arms length like a new purchase. "Wow! You're growing into such a beautiful young lady." It was her turn to gush. "Thank you." I said again as she grabbed my bag, put her arm around my shoulder and headed toward the main entrance. Walking across the parking lot I enjoyed the feel of her breast that seemed to be sitting on top of my shoulder. I heard that stupid `squawk, squawk' as she operated the remote on her SUV. I don't know anything about cars but I knew this was a very expensive vehicle based on the leather interior and the wood grain accents on the dash and console. My host guided the huge vehicle effortlessly through the downtown traffic congestion "Lindsey's going to be thrilled that you got in. I haven't had a chance to tell her yet. She's on a field trip to study some rare butterfly or something. You know her always chasing after something." Those brilliant green eyes flashed my way again. In the ensuing silence I seized the opportunity to look at my best friend's mother in profile. She wore a cotton top with a round neck, not quite low enough to show any cleavage. Her `melons', and there was no other word that seemed to fit, formed the front of the soft fabric out into the most arousing shape. The substantial seams of the bra tattooed themselves in the soft cloth of her top. Letting my eyes trail down there was such a dramatic inward slope of the pale pink cotton as it contacted her ribs and ended just above the waistband of the white short shorts. An intriguing band of tanned flesh was visible between her top and her bottoms. The long supple legs were similarly tanned down to her white wedge heeled sandals. When I finished the first pass, my attention instinctively returned to her tits. I was trying to employ the x-ray vision I didn't have to see the nipples that were so thoroughly covered. If I concentrated hard enough I convinced myself that I could see a darker circle at the center of each of those delectable mounds. I guess I was looking too long or too intently at her boobs `cause she gave me a strange smile that said `I know what you're looking at'. It wasn't long before we escaped the city traffic and were traveling along tree lined roads with farm fields on either side. The Stern driveway was about a mile long. When we pulled up in front of the impressive house I realized that we were on the top of a hill. The view of the country side all around was spectacular so I just stood there in awe while my host retrieved my luggage from the back seat. She put her arm around my shoulder again and said "It is a pretty view, isn't it?" "It's awesome!" I bubbled "I thought so too, that's why I had the house built way up here. Let's go inside." I found it mildly interesting that the door wasn't locked. The three story entry hall all done in field stone surrounded a winding stair case leading to the second floor. My host started to mount the stairs. "Come on I'll show you your room, then you can freshen up or have a nap or what ever you want." I paused at the bottom of the stairs to watch Mrs. Stern's firm round butt wiggle from side to side in tight white shorts. As she went up I took in the sculpted thighs and calves of her very long tanned legs. She was almost at the top before I started up. Following her along the gallery that over looked the entry hall I was overcome by how big the house was. "It's just you living here?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah I know it's way too big for one person, but I like my space. That's why we're up on top of the hill too." She replied as if reading my mind. "Voila" she continued with a flourish as we entered a bedroom about twice as big as my own at home. There was a queen size bed, a dresser and a sitting area with a couch and chair facing a large window overlooking the spectacular vista. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, as I walked over to the ceiling to floor window. Looking through the sheers I saw the blue green water of the Olympic sized pool in the yard below. "This is so beautiful; I'm never going to want to leave." "Well honey you're welcome here any time. When you start classes you can spend weekends here if you like." The thought of having a country retreat was making my head spin. "The bathroom's right there" my host said, pointing to a dark mahogany door in the wall opposite the bed. Then she bent a little and hugged me from the side planting a kiss on the top of my head. I felt one of her boobs compress against my shoulder. "Make yourself at home. I'm going to put a fruit and cheese plate out in the kitchen if you need a snack. There's soda and water in the fridge, just help yourself." "Are you going somewhere?" "No, I'll be out by the pool if you need me for anything." She gave me another little squeeze squishing her breast on my shoulder again and then she left, closing the door behind her. Suddenly I was very tired. I had an early and very physical start to my day. So I flopped on the bed and was asleep in seconds. ******************************************************************************** I woke up refreshed and famished. Opening the dark wooden door Mrs. Stern had indicated earlier I was once again shocked by the magnificence of the place. I had expected a little powder room with a toilet and a sink but what greeted me was a marble four piece bathroom complete with a whirlpool tub. I just stood there gaping at the white marble with its subtle rose highlights. I had been joking when I'd said I was never going to leave but now I was almost trying to figure out some way I could move here permanently. I used the dusty pink wash cloth to scrub my face and neck, and then splashed some more cool water on my face for good measure. After blotting the drips with the matching pink towel I fluffed my hair with my fingers and headed down stairs. Once in the high entry hall I was faced with the dilemma of which way to go since there were four doorways exiting the stone vestibule. A sort of clattering sound came from the aperture directly behind the stairway. It sounded like a kitchen noise, so that's the one I chose. Sure enough I found myself in the large modern kitchen. Mrs. Stern was at the counter stacking dishes away in the glass front cabinets above the sink. She was wearing a white terry towel robe. "Did you have a good nap?" she asked looking over her shoulder. "Yeah, it was great" I replied enthusiastically. "Missus Stern your house is absolutely amazing!" "Well thank you Rebecca, but henceforth please do not call me missus Stern." My stomach went instantly into a knot. `Had I offended her' I couldn't think of what else I should call her. "My name is Grace, or Gracie if you like but I detest being called missus Stern." She continued, turning to face me now with a tea towel in her hands. Even the thick robe could not hide the magnificence of her chest. The lapels went all the way down to the belt that was synched around her slender waist. The belt was obviously tight enough but the robe itself was not pulled around her very tightly at all. As a matter of fact the open `V' formed by the lapels ended at the belt. A couple inches of cleavage and the inside slopes of my host's breasts were easily visible in the gap. I was telling myself not to stare but it seemed impossible to tear my eyes off those marvelous big lumps under the fluffy material. When I finally willed my eyes back up to her beautiful face I saw that same `knowing' smile that she had given me on the car ride from the bus terminal. "The cheese and crackers are on the table there if you want some." She said pointing to the other side of the room. I was relieved to have an excuse to break the eye contact, and scurried over to the table. I popped an apple wedge in my mouth immediately and started stacking a couple of pieces of cheese on one of the larger sized crackers in the assortment. Looking up as I chewed I saw that the back wall of the kitchen was a floor to ceiling window similar to the one in my room. An important difference was that this one had a sliding door that opened onto a stone patio with the pool shimmering invitingly twenty or thirty feet in the distance. The temperature in the house was very pleasant but I knew that beyond that window the late afternoon humidity would have already set in. A few minutes in that heat would make the sparkling water look like an oasis in the middle of the desert I was happily munching away when Grace joined me at the table. "There's some wine there if you like." I was thrilled at the offer. It made me feel all grown up, like we were friends instead of Mrs. Stern looking after her old friend's brat. Grace was taking a sip from her own glass as she lifted the sweaty bottle and held it in front of me. The only time I had alcohol was special occasions. My mother wasn't really into it so if there was any in our house it was an occasional bottle of wine or in the middle of summer a case of beer. I picked up a glass and extended my hand toward my host's gracious offering. I was determined to look sophisticated and mature as if I did this kind of thing all the time. I watched the pale, almost clear liquid level rising in my goblet. The focus of my eyes changed and I found myself looking into Gracie's deep cleavage. She put the bottle down in the chiller and grabbed a couple of grapes. "I'm going back out by the pool" she said "Why don't you join me...bring the platter with you if you want." I watched the sway of her hips as she slid the patio door aside and looked back expectantly at me. I stuffed the cracker I was holding in my mouth and picked up the tray. Wine glass in one hand cheese platter in the other I preceded toward the sliding door. "Oops mustn't forget this." Grace said snatching the wine in it's chiller from the table. Passing through the door was like walking into a wall. The air outside was thick and steamy. Grace, having the only free hand, closed the glass panel separating the cool dry air from the hot moist outside. By the time I deposited my burden on the patio table twenty steps away sweat was already beginning to form along my hairline. Grace arrived an instant later and set the wine on the table. Without even the slightest hint of modesty my host released the belt of her robe and shrugged it off. She was absolutely, totally and completely naked! My heart stopped. I actually felt my eyes get as big as saucers, my jaw dropped and I gasped all at the same instant. Grace was looking at me and her expression turned from the relaxed smile to one of concern in that same pivotal moment. "Oh! I'm sorry sweetie does this bother you?" she said as she bent at the knees to retrieve her discarded cover. "I, I, I... no, its uh, I, oh, I wasn't uh, oh, expecting it." The words tumbled out of my gaping mouth and practically made no sense when they reached my own ears. My host was now standing less than three feet away holding her terry towel robe in front of her, concealing the spectacular vision that had slammed into my optic nerve just seconds ago. "I'm so used to being alone out here, and I always lay around the pool in the nude, I didn't even think, I'm so sorry!" for a split second I thought she was going to cry. I could see her eyes filling up. When she started to turn away I realized she was intending to put her cover back on. I boldly put my hand on her bare shoulder firmly enough to stop her rotation. My eyes went down her naked body now a little past profile. There were no tan lines in sight. As my gaze passed the slender waist it paused on the round firm projections of her buttocks that I had so admired snuggled into the tight white shorts she'd picked me up in. She was holding her robe against her collar bone with both hands. "No! No!" I pleaded "it's OK really. I'm sorry I reacted like that, it's just that you have such a gorgeous body... and I wasn't expecting...I mean to see it all so suddenly...I just, oh, I don't know." Now tears were welling up in my eyes. "You really think I have a nice body?" Grace said as she turned back toward me and dropped the terry towel onto the stone again. "Oh my God yes" I said and it came out as a whimper. "I noticed you looking at my boobs." Grace said, raising her hands to heft the considerable weight of her melons. "A lot of people have been impressed with my breasts over the years." I felt the tell tale twitching between my legs as she squeezed those oh so pliable jugs. Grace's nipples appeared to be flat. They were just dark circles the size of coke can bottoms at the center of each jiggling mound. In the center of the circle was a pea size bump. I couldn't help but make the comparison with my mother's prominent nips and I hadn't totally lost sight of the fact that this was my best friend's mother either. `Maybe she didn't breast feed Lindsey.' The thought poked into my mind. `What a tragic waste of her fabulous equipment that would have been.' Totally mesmerized I stood there feeling my pussy beginning to leak. Grace had rotated her thumbs up to tweak her little `peas'. The center of the dark reddish brown areolas came alive and started to thrust forward. My host's nipples were growing at a phenomenal rate. I had the urge to squeeze my own tingling tits but I resisted, contenting myself with watching the erotic display taking place within arms reach. "Do you like my tits? Do they turn you on?" Grace asked breathlessly continuing to flick her rubbery nipples back and forth. All the response I could summon was a deep groan. "I think you do. I think you'd like to suck them and bite them, so do it!" One of Gracie's hands snaked up behind my head and pulled forward. Because of the height differential I didn't have to bend much to wind up with her stiff nipple in my mouth and the rest of the substantial tit flesh enveloping my face. Instinctively I sucked and lashed the rubbery tip with my tongue. A deep moan escaped Lindsey's mother's throat as I sucked and bit on the stiff nipple. I probably would have been content to do this for hours, but not so Mrs. Stern. She was now holding me by the hair and sort of by my ears. It almost hurt when she pulled my head away from her right breast and rammed it into her left. I was greeted with the same projecting rubbery tip to suck on; so suck I did. With my face mashed into her tit I couldn't see anything, Christ I could hardly breathe. I could feel her body jerking and she only had one hand directly behind my head now. I suspected the jerking was being caused by her right hand doing some much needed maintenance between her legs. I heard: "Oh God, Oh God, it's been so looooong" the last word of her short soliloquy turned into a drawn out scream. The next thing I knew we were on the ground. I was on top of her and my knees were skinned. Grace was writhing underneath me in total abandon. She seemed to be trying to pull my head inside her chest; it wasn't very comfortable. Mercifully she released my head as a second wave of spasms rocked her body. I rolled over on my back feeling the unyielding paving stones against the back of my head and my tail bone. My knees were stinging and my pussy was pounding as I lay there trying to catch my breath. I lay there panting, trying to resolve what had happened in the past fifteen minutes in my mind; but I couldn't. All I knew for sure was that my knees were stinging and more importantly my pussy was demanding attention. I thrust my hand under the waist band of my shorts and sought out the source of my torment. Working inside my modest cotton underwear three fingers engaged the root of the problem. With swift twisting flicking movements I was soon on my way to a glorious climax. The sweet strawberry aroma invaded my nostrils again. Gracie was above me, "Let me help." She pleaded. Her hands were shaking but she demonstrated amazing dexterity as well as speed in unfastening my shorts and stripping everything off the lower half of my body. Kneeling between my spread legs I thought `she's going to skin her knees' but the out of place idea was obliterated when Gracie's mouth landed on my cunt. She sucked hard on my clit and her tongue seemed to be going a mile a minute. It was actually painful the way she was devouring me. I put my hands firmly on the side of her head, feeling the soft strawberry locks, and pushed her head back. "Gently, slowly" I begged. Grace's face displayed understanding. She lowered her face but this time I was treated to the tip of her tongue running the length of my crease, scooping up the juice that was running out. At the top she flicked her tongue at an incredible speed on my pounding clit. I screamed and finally had the chance to grab my seething breasts. Squeezing and pulling on my tits Grace continued her soft slow strokes up my labia with a quick little flourish when her tongue hit my clit. `Oh Jesus I've created a monster' I thought `cause now I needed that violent sucking' but my girlfriend's mother was doing as told being very slow and gentle. My orgasm seemed to be bottled up. I looked down between my legs and met those incredible green eyes again. I don't know how she understood but it didn't matter. Gracie brought her face down and wrapped her lips around my clitoris. When she started sucking and stroking it with her tongue I came in one almighty serge. It felt as if I had shit, peed, and ejaculated all at the same time. I hoped that wasn't true but the fact that this was the first time another human being had actually touched me sexually provided a fitting epilogue to my climax.