Linda's mother had been spectacular, so much so that I practically forgot about Linda. We kept seeing each other, but when I was with her I found myself thinking about her Mom.
After all, it was an competition of sorts. While the 18 year old Linda had the advantage of youth and was more classically attractive than her mother, Millie had experience and the fact that a 50 year old woman found me desirable was a boost to my ego.
They both had great tits; Linda with her perky cones that jutted out so proudly with the plump strawberry-like nipples that were so awesome to suck, and her mother with the full globes that looked even larger on her slight frame.
As for the hair, I found Linda's golden brown swirls of armpit hair just as erotic as the wild jungles of brown hair that filled her Mom's underarms, and they both had delightfully hairy pussies.
The difference? Simple. While I was being pleasured by Linda's hand and occasionally her mouth, with her mother Millie, I got it all. Having gotten it once, I wanted it more, so I called the Groves' house that next Tuesday morning, hoping for an invite.
"I was hoping you would call," Millie Groves said. "You certainly can come over. Please do."
It was about that time that I realized that my Marketing class on Tuesdays was going to suffer this semester, but faced with a choice Millie Groves was a clear-cut victor.
So I flew over to Linda's house, just missing running into her as she drove past me on her way to work. Even though Linda knew and approved of my meeting with her mother the previous week, it was a strange area that I tried to avoid.
After knocking on the door, I heard Millie call out for me to come in, so I followed her voice into the kitchen. I was poised to attack Millie when I saw her standing at the sink with her back to me, wearing a yellow sleeveless blouse and blue shorts, when I happened to glance over at the kitchen table.
Millie had company. There was a woman with silver grey hair sitting at the kitchen table, and when our eyes met I sensed a flash of recognition. I knew this woman, and she knew me. Not well, but I know that we had crossed paths before, and it wasn't until Millie turned and spoke that I figured it out.
"Tony, this is my friend Barbara," Millie said, gesturing over to the woman, who rose to meet me, and it was after she stood up that I remembered who she was.
"Ms. Couse," I mumbled, shaking the hand of my old health teacher from junior high.
"Long time Anthony," my former teacher said as her long, bony hand grasped mine in return.
As soon as she stood up, rising to her height of at least 6' tall, I remembered her. Even now, I was still an inch or two shorter than she was. Her hair was now totally grey instead of red, but she was still as skinny as she ever, and still had that same authoritative voice that made her health class such a hoot.
Hearing this regal looking woman discussing testicles and ovaries so solemnly was a lot of fun back then, but while I hadn't done anything in her class to make me uncomfortable now, my main concern was that I wanted to get in bed with Linda's mother, and hoped that she would lose this company as soon as possible.
Instead, Millie filled Ms. Couse's coffee cup and told her to make herself comfortable, even suggesting that she take off the blazer that she had on.
I groaned inside when Ms. Couse took her up on the offer and shrugged the blue blazer off and put it on the back of her chair. My first reaction was seeing that Mr. Couse was still as flat-chested as ever, with only the tiniest swells on her chest just like back in the day, when we would joke that she had the smallest tits in the seventh grade classroom.
The second thing I noticed was that when Mr. Couse took of the blazer, she was wearing a soft blue sleeveless blouse. Her arms were reed thin, with freckles covering the lower parts of the limbs. I liked freckles on girls a lot, but it wasn't the freckles or the slender and trim arms that had got my attention.
Instead, it was noticing that when Ms. Couse had reached back, hidden deep in the hollow of the deepest armpit imaginable, were a few long reddish-grey hairs.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment when I realized that was careful observation did not go unnoticed. In fact, not only did they both notice me checking out my old teacher's armpit, but they exchanged glances after the fact.
After Millie offered me a cup of coffee, which I declined, she returned the pot to the stove and came over to stand next to where Ms. Couse was sitting.
"So you two know each other?" Millie said, putting her hand on the back of the chair Ms. Couse was sitting in.
"Yes," I managed to say. "I was in Ms. Couse's Health class in 7th grade."
"He's so polite," Millie said to her guest. "You can call her Barbara. It took him all day last week to start calling me Millie."
"Yes, Anthony was always a gentlemen in class," Barbara Couse remarked. "Of course, he was much different back then. He had a weight problem back in those days, but he's obviously taken care of that and become a very - ahem - well built young man.
The fact that Ms. Couse was staring at the front of my jeans was not lost on me, and my erection only surged more when Ms. Couse looked over at Millie. She was practically at eye-level with Millie's breasts, but she was looking at the hairs that were peeking out from the fold of Millie's arm.
