Early in that first summer after graduating high school, I met a cute little red head. She was covered in freckles, had no tits to speak of, but her ass was one of those perfect little hearts that always got my attention. She was a year behind me in school, and famously quiet and shy. We had caught each others eye a few times but had never met. I was pleasantly surprised to learn, after dating her, that this shy, quiet little cutie was actually quite different in private, one-on-one situations. In fact, she had a specialty that she was particularly enthusiastic about, but I'll save that for later.
As titillating as that teasing sentence might sound, this story isn't actually about the red head. Although she plays prominent role, she isn't the main character. That designation applies to her mother. This was one of those common social situations where you initially meet someone but unexpectedly realize a strong attraction to one of their friends, or in this case, to their mother.
I met the mother on my very first visit to my new red-headed girlfriend's house. I arrived earlier than planned that afternoon but decided to knock on their door anyway. A few seconds after knocking, the door was unlocked from the inside and pulled open a couple of inches, then, nothing. I wasn't really sure what to do but I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I was surprised to see a petite, blonde woman walking away from the door and me with a beautiful heart-shaped ass, and she wasn't wearing any pants.
She turned to look at me and realized it wasn't her daughter she had just let in. But instead of some awkward overreaction, she was cool about it, smiling warmly after I quickly introduced myself. She told me I could wait upstairs and she started walking toward the stairs. I followed right behind her, never once taking my eyes off her gorgeous ass. We didn't speak again as we both walked up the stairs. I was looking at her ass, and she knew I was looking at it. By the time we got to the second floor I was definitely aroused and I believe she was too. I didn't follow her into her bedroom when she entered it. I stopped in the doorway and just stood there, watching as she walked to the far side of her bed and slid her pants back on, covering that sexy ass I had just followed up the stairs. Only then did she turn around to face me. Her smile and sparkling eyes were an unmistakable sign of excitement and approval. We shared our little erotic moment a few seconds before the finally spoke again, telling me I could wait down the hall, in the den.
I waited alone in their upstairs den until my red-headed girlfriend arrived a few minutes later. I didn't tell her about the erotic moment I had just shared with her mother, and apparently, the mother never told her daughter about it either. So from that very first meeting, the mother and I shared a sexy, erotic secret that initiated a summer-long lust affair between the two of us. An intense lust that grew and progressed until it was finally satisfied.
In the first paragraph, I mentioned a particular enthusiasm and specialty I had discovered in the new girlfriend. It was my cock. I had never met a girl so obsessed with it. When it came to fellatio, this girl was in a class by herself. It was almost like she considered it a favorite toy that I carried around in my pants. If she couldn't have it in her somewhere, anywhere was fine with her, she wanted it out of my pants and in her hand so she could play with it. When we'd go out, she'd have my pants unzipped and my cock in her hand before we even got out of her driveway. When I realized this, I just stopped wearing underwear because it was always in her way. And as a nineteen year old boy/stud, I certainly had no complaints.
This new relationship was completely different than any from my past experiences. It was just the two of them, the daughter and the divorced mother in their house. Not only was there was no wary father to have to contend with when I visited, but the mother was hot and we had already established a secret, sexual attraction. As the only male in this little realm, I felt completely at ease.
In this totally unrestricted environment, the girlfriend and I quickly established a very hot, sexual relationship. The mother always gave us our privacy whenever we'd come in from a date and never intruded on us at all. From that expectation of complete privacy, the girlfriend and I quickly established an evening routine. I'd sit on their sofa and the girlfriend would get on her knees in front of me and pull my pants down and out of her way. For the next hour or so, this girl would lose herself in her special interest. I'd always lean back, with my hands behind my head and get comfortable as I enjoyed this hot little red-head bobbing up and down in my lap. She would suck my dick as long as I would let her. She was amazing.
But as I said earlier, the redhead isn't the main character of this story. It is her mother. This blonde, petite woman had an intelligent, serious demeanor with a reserved, natural calmness about her that I admired. She was graceful in her physical movements, never raising her voice, but seldom laughing out loud either. Like her daughter, her best feature, as far as I was concerned, was her ass. I always enjoyed watching her ass as she walked away from me. After our first meeting, she always knew I was looking at it and I always knew she approved. Aside from a physical, sexual attraction, I liked her very much.
As the relationship with the daughter progressed, I didn't have any further pants-less type encounters with the mother. However, we would share deliberate looks at each other if the circumstances allowed. It was our way of remembering our erotic first meeting and nurturing our growing sexual attraction. The looks we gave each other weren't always limited to deliberate, direct eye contact. They soon evolved into little, visual gestures of sexual innuendo that began when the mother would glance down at my crotch and then back up to my eyes with a smile and a wink. I'm sure she enjoyed watching the bulge in my pants grow because that was her favorite move, and she did it as often as possible. It excited me to know the mother was as interested in what I carried in my pants as her daughter. Eventually, as I got bolder, whenever I got the chance, I'd make eye contact with her, then look her up and down, lewdly, devouring her, openly, right in front of her, and then look back into her eyes to see her lust. One day, it was all just too much, and I had to touch her, lightly sliding the full open palm of my hand across her ass as we passed in the hallway. She moaned softly in approval and I almost came in my pants.
I didn't know how it was going to happen, but I knew at some point I had to have this sexy, sensual woman. I didn't want to cross that line too early and upset the redhead, but, one way or another, it was going to happen.
Right about this time, the mother sold their house and moved them into a local apartment complex. The apartment was much smaller than their house, so things were considerably more intimate between the three of us in such a smaller space. In the new place, the sexual tension between the mother and myself escalated to another level.
