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Mrs. Bell…The Next DayI didn’t sleep much the night after the encounter with Mrs. Bell.I was way too excited for the next morning, anticipating what was to come, so I did the only thing I knew would help me relax and drift off to sleep: jack off while reliving what had happened. Twice.Dad usually left the house before I arose, around 0545, driving the seven miles to the tire manufacturing plant. Mom, normally around 0730. She’d taken the time to fix me a quick breakfast of oatmeal with a side of bacon and some toast.”Everything go OK with Sara yesterday? She have any trouble with the bandage?”, she asked from the bathroom, where she was doing her hair.”No Mom, she took good care of me. Had the new dressing on in no time flat.” Boy, did she ever take good care of me!That’s good, son. We’re lucky to have a neighbor so accommodating.”Finishing up. Mom grabbed her purse and keys. “I’ll see you tonight. Don’t overdo things, take it easy today. I don’t want you to wind up back in the hospital.” A peck on the cheek and she was out the door.I was alone. Showering quickly, being careful to keep the wound and dressing out of the water stream, I picked out another pair of athletic shorts and also donned a sleeveless sweatshirt. I may have overdid the cologne but I wanted to be sure I’d be desirable when Mrs. Bell showed up. I knew the next four hours would crawl by.Flipping through channels, I settled on a game show and stretched out on the couch, not really watching the program but wanting the noise. Tired from the previous night’s lack of sleep, it wasn’t long before I drifted off.”Hey there, tiger….”Startled, I half sat up; standing over me was Mrs. Bell.”Hey, uhh…hi. I must’ve fallen asleep, I didn’t hear you come in.” I glanced at the wall clock, which proclaimed 1210.Sara was a vision of lust to my teenage eyes; today she was wearing a pale blue two-piece swimsuit which featured a foot of cleavage, covered by an unbuttoned, off-white gauzy shirt. Her heeled three-inch sandals nicely accentuated her calves and legs, nails all done up in bright red polish. She smelled of tanning lotion as I got that impish smile from her red lips, along with a wink.”You ready to get that dressing changed?”, she asked, her green eyes traveling from my face down to my crotch. Her appearance instantly caused my cock to start swelling rapidly inside my shorts, threatening another appearance.”Yeah, Mrs. Bell”, I sputtered, rolling onto my left side.”Please, call me Sara…”. She paused before adding, bahis firmaları “…or, since I’m taking care of you…you can call me Mom.”I was stunned. “Wha…”Another impish smile. “I like being call Mom by my own k**s, so please feel free.”A big lump formed in my throat, to go along with the huge hard-on this woman had given me. The head of my cock thrust itself above the waistband of my shorts, seeming to have a mind of its own.”Oh, my”, Sara groaned, “we’ll take care of that problem, too.”I turned my head and looked up at her as she, once again, sat on the edge of the couch, her hip in firm contact with my own, her lustful eyes meeting mine.”Did that bother you yesterday?””No, Mrs. Bell, I…””Mom…or Mommy.”It felt as if my young brain was on fire. “No, Mom, other than I didn’t sleep much last night thinking about it.”Sara leaned down and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “Well, let’s get this changed and then we’ll talk about it, if you like.”Mom…Sara finished the task in short order, moving down the couch a little so I could sit up.”So…I have to ask, but I think I already know the answer: was that the first time a female had ever touched your cock?”My mind raced, recalling a time one evening when us neighborhood k**s were playing hide-and-seek; I’d hidden with Denise, who was a year younger than I and lived across the road. We were deep in Mr. Addison’s bushes, trying to be quiet, when Denise boldly started feeling my manhood through my shorts, her mouth and tongue frenzied against mine. I was starting to squeeze her budding breasts through her T-shirt when Denise’s brother, Sam, found us with his flashlight.I told Sara about the incident two summers ago.”So, you two were basically feeling each other up, then?”My cock felt as if it was about to split its skin.”Yeah, I guess so.””You’ve never really made out before. My bare tit was the first you’d ever felt?””Yes, Mrs. Bell.””You mean Mom….””OK, Mom…”Sara stood. “Lay back on the couch like yesterday, pull your shorts down”, she said, unfastening the front clasp to her bikini top, which strained to hold those amazing orbs in place. Her large breasts popped free, swinging pendulously for a moment before settling into place. I was mere moments from exploding in a repeat performance from the day before.”Mommy’s gonna teach you a few things today,” she purred, resuming her perch on the edge of the couch. Her nipples looked as if they were hard enough to cut glass, standing proudly away from the tan-lined skin of kaçak iddaa her tits. “I know you’re going to cum quickly, so don’t try to hold back.”The statuesque woman slowly slid off the couch, kneeling beside me. Squeeze Mommy’s tits again”, she ordered.As if in a trance, I did as I was told, the heft of her breasts making me light-headed as Sara reached over and started jacking my turgid member.That’s it, baby, Mommy wants you to shoot another load like you did yesterday.”That was all it took. Again, I exploded streams of cum across my belly and sweatshirt. Sara’s face beamed in delight as, once again, she lowered her head and licked up the warm, sticky fluid. Scr****g the last trail of semen from my sweatshirt and sucking it off her fingers, she asked, “Did you jack off last night thinking about me and what happened?””Yes.””Well, I’ll give you more ammunition for tonight, baby boy. Kneel down here on the floor.”As I did so, Sara stood and untied the strings on each side of her bikini bottoms, the light blue material falling to the floor at her feet. Swinging a leg over me, Sara sat on the couch, facing me, her legs lewdly parted, giving me my first, real look at a woman’s pussy. Though she’d had two c***dren, the light covering of hair, obviously trimmed, not able to hide what I’ve now come to call a ‘clam-shell’ pussy. I was mesmerized to say the least.”This is what a pussy looks like.” Using one finger from each hand, Sara pulled the folds open; the outer lips slightly darker in start contrast to the pinkness of her womanhood. A small bead of slick, white fluid sat at the bottom of her pussy.”See that? You’ve made Mommy wet, baby. That happens when a woman gets aroused.” Reaching out, Sara cupped the back of my head, gently pulling my head towards her crotch. “I want you to taste it.”Though I’d never eaten pussy before, I had seen a few porn films to know enough what she wanted me to do.”Eat Mommy’s pussy, baby. Taste that little spot of cream.”I didn’t need further encouragement. My tongue started working, slowly, along the bottom of her sweet cunt, the fluid having a mix of salty-spice taste to it. Miraculously, I could feel my prick starting to grow again, my shorts still around my knees.”That’s it, honey, eat Mommy’s sweet pussy and play with my nipples.” Sara leaned her head back and closed her eyes, emitting a long, low, moan as my fingers found her rock-hard nipples while my tongue delved between the folds of her pussy.”Now, right at the top, that little nub? Concentrate kaçak bahis there, suck on my clit! Do it, baby, do it hard!”Mrs. Bell’s hips started bucking mildly, her thrusts driving her clit deeper between my lips. I’m actually eating a woman’s pussy!I kept up the assault on her pussy, Sara’s hands forcing my face hard against her crotch, my hands squeezing those magnificent tits. An a****l instinct seemed to take control of my cock, it having a very strong desire to replace my mouth.”ARE YOU READY, BABY, READY TO MAKE MOMMY CUM??!!”, she hissed loudly.”Cum for me. Mommy! I want to eat your juices ’til you’re dry!” Until then. I had no idea I had those words in me.”AAAHHHHHGGGGHHHH! YES!! YESSSS!!”Sara’s body became rigid, only her shoulders and ass having contact with the couch as she mashed my face into her sopping-wet cunt for what seemed an eternity. Finally she went semi-limp, sliding her ass lower onto the edge of the couch, her elbows supporting her upper body.Looking up at me, a ferocity in her eyes, she uttered, “NOW FUCK ME. FUCK YOUR MOMMY HARD!”I used my right hand to guide my blue-veined cock to the entrance of heaven, which Sara held wide-open with her hands. ‘GET THAT COCK IN ME NOW!”I lurched forward, my prick sliding easily into Sara’s slick pussy, and started jack-hammering for all I was worth. I couldn’t believe I was fucking a grown woman!”That’s it, baby! Give Mommy every inch of that prick of yours! Pound my pussy!”My head swam with an entire range of pleasurable sensations, Sara’s hands cupping my ass-cheeks, urging me repeatedly forward. As I got closer to the edge I started pounding faster, deeper; I was almost there….Looking up at me through the slits of her eyes, Mrs. Bell hissed, “Now, baby, Cum in Mommy! Give Mommy all that hot cum!!”That was all it took. I shot rope after rope of steamy, sticky semen into this wild woman’s cunt until there was no more.We both collapsed onto the floor, the air thick with the scent of our sex.”Holy shit.” I had no other words.Sara, on her back beside me, giggled, her pixie nose wrinkling at the bridge. “Yeah, that was pretty good, wasn’t it?”Over the next three weeks, Mrs. Bell and I fucked every day, she teaching me volumes about the pleasures of sex, me becoming proficient at developing erections almost on demand. Sadly, the time came where I’d healed up enough to resume school; we would still meet occasionally, at her place, for fuck sessions but, as time went on, they became less and less frequent. I got involved with a girl at school and Mrs. Bell became a pleasant memory.Sara died two years ago. I will always remember her and the lessons she taught me….and those magnificent tits, pixie nose and bright green eyes.
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