It was Christmas evening, and Suzy and I were spending it with her mother because Suzy's dad was out of town taking care of his sick father. I think Suzy's grandfather was dying, but Suzy'd never been close to him. So, we came over to keep her company. Tomorrow, we'd go visit my mom and dad.
We were all in the living room drinking hot buttered rums, after we'd exchanged gifts, with Christmas music playing in the background.
Suzy and her mom look a lot alike in the face. They both have pixie cut brown hair, thin eyebrows, a thin nose, green eyes, and luscious lips (I'd always thought Susy's best feature was her lips). But, from the personality perspective, they were opposites. Suzy is quite shy, and frankly, prudish. Her mom, on the other hand, was outgoing and gregarious. She was also a touchy feely kind of a person, unlike her daughter, who needed three feet of personal space, unless we were kissing. I exaggerate, but you get the idea. Of course, I'm sure the hot buttered rums had something to do with gregarious behavior. She's had two for every one I'd drunk, and I have no idea how many she'd had before we arrived. She was beginning to slur her words when we first arrived, and it was getting worse with each rum she'd downed. Another difference between mother and daughter is that Suzy can't hold her alcohol. Give her two drinks and she's out. I looked over at her as I thought about her. Yep, she was out, though her eyes did flicker occasionally behind the eyelids. Probably REM sleep, I thought.
Probably the biggest difference though, is that Suzy's nineteen, like me. Her mom is forty-five. She had C cups, but they rode lower on her chest than Suzy's. Her hips were decidedly spread in the way that an older woman's body ages - especially after having had a child. You could see the outlines of her more rebenesque behind because of the way her dress hung. Suzy had a much more refined, firmer, teen ass. I liked to grab a cheek in each hand as I kissed her luscious lips.
Mrs. French and I were sitting on the love seat, very close together, because Suzy had taken over the whole couch. She had her hand on the middle of my thigh. "How serious are you about Suzy?" she was inquiring.
"Ummmmm, I don't know." I flustered. "I'm only nineteen. I like her enough that we're going steady. But, I'm way too young for marriage yet." I said, a bit uncomfortably.
"Have you and Suzy fucked yet?" he said, pointedly.
I was shocked. "Mrs. French!"
"Oh, don't be such a prude." She slurred, overriding my protest.
I looked over at Suzy for some support, but she was out like a light, not REM sleep anymore, but the deeper sounder sleep. She was snoring quietly.
"Oh, don't worry about her hearing you and waking up. She's always slept like the dead. Now, answer my question." she demanded.
"Well. Since we're talking straight to each other (thankful for the two rums I'd had), the answer is no. I've got to second base a few times, but she won't let me touch her down there." I replied, just as pointedly back at her (I hoped).
"Well, if you had got into her panties, I would have had to congratulate you. I know my daughter's a prude. Her father has reinforced 'saving herself for marriage' so many times, I'm sick of hearing it. And I'm her mother." She said, confidingly.
"Are you a virgin?" She asked bluntly. "Or are you also saving yourself for marriage?"
"Mrs. French," I said, "I think you're more than a little drunk. Let's talk about something less... personal.
But she overrode me, putting her hand on my chest like she was miming 'stop'. "Because if you said yes, I was going to offer you my experience as a special Christmas treat. I believe it's after midnight" she said, looking at her watch. "It's my special Christmas present just for you."
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, silencing any protests I could've made. Her hand drifted from my chest down to my crotch.
"What about your husband?" I managed to whisper between kisses.
She grabbed me by the shoulders, and stepped back. Looking me straight in the eye, she stated, "He hasn't wanted me for the past five years. That's why I drink so much. When I drink myself to sleep at night, I don't think about what I'm not getting. Thinking about it was getting me all frustrated and then I never got to sleep. Alcohol is my sleepeez. But, tonight we could help out each other, right?" she said, hugging me. "I'll teach you everything I know. Promise." A tongue slipped into my ear. "And you can give me what I've needed for the past five years"
The true reason I was resisting was finally pushed to the surface. "I've uhhh, I've never screwed before." I admitted, a bit ashamed. "I'm afraid I'll screw up or something. I'm a virgin."
"Shhhhhh," she said, putting a finger to my lips. "I'm the teacher and teacher says, follow me."
She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Turn on all the lights. There's going to be some show and tell to start with, and I want you to see everything clearly." she looked at me lecherously.
I began turning on lights as Mrs. French pulled her 'ugly Christmas sweater' over her head. But, she was still moving toward the bed with the sweater covering her eyes. She tripped, and fortunately, fell onto the bed. The skirt she was wearing flipped up and gave me a flash of granny panties, before falling back into place. Mrs. French got her knees up on the bed. The sweater was still stuck on her head. She wiggled her ass as she struggled with it. I laughed out loud, but I was staring shamelessly at Mrs. French's exposed ass. Even panty-clad, as it was, it still gave my dick a jolt.
She finally got the sweater off her head, and had turned over, sitting on that fine motherly ass I'd just been ogling. Her glasses had come off, and were most likely stuck somewhere in the sweater. Her hair was full of static electricity, so her pixie cut hair was standing on end, kind of like a dandelion gone to seed. Underneath was a more attractive face, though. Wow, she's way more of a babe, with her glasses off, I thought.
Free'd of the sweater, she pulled the undershirt she had on, over her head, showing that she was braless. I could understand why Mrs. French went without one. Her less than C cup breasts didn't need it, though they sagged a lttle. The quarter sized areola and pencil eraser nipples of dark brown contrasted nicely with the alabaster flesh of her breast. She lay down on the bed, head on the pillow, while she pulled off her skirt. Then came her granny undies, exposing something that didn't look at all like a granny pussy. It looked pretty plump and juicy to me, not at all shriveled. This was about as far as I'd ever gotten with appreciating the female anatomy based on Playboy's. I was seeing my first pussy, and a mature one at that. Her pubic hair matched the sandy brown color on top of her head and I could see her pussy lips peeking out through the bush.
She put her knees up and spread her legs wide. "C'mere." she said, silkily.
I did a quick c'mere, landing with my face pressed into her open gash. "Not so fast, Cowboy. I promised you a show and tell first. Now sit there like a good boy." she admonished.
She drew her knees up till her thighs were pressed on her boobs, locking her elbows through her knees to brace them. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy, pulling her outer pussy lips far to the sides.
"This is my pussy." She instructed, "And you see that little bud like looking thing at the top of mu pussy? That's called my cliterrrrrusssss." she couldn't say it properly with her words so slurred. "That is my clit. You can touch it if you want. Just lick your finger first, so you don't chafe me there. It's really sensitive. It's like the bundle of nerves in your foreskin that really gets you off. You see the little hood halfway covering the bud? Pull it back if you can, and lick the head with the tip of your tongue. It's a delicious feeling to a woman. You can keep licking while you put a finger in my pussy hole. You see it? It's the big hole under my little pee hole, see?" she said, putting the tip of an index into it.
I pushed my finger all the way into the indicated passage.
"Oh yeah. Now lick my clit, Use the flat of your tongue and really lick it. Then go back to butterfly kisses with the tip. Alternate, see? And keep pumping your finger in my pussy. In fact, add another one. And, I think if you add a third, your fingers will approximate the width of your dick. Teach my pussy how much meat it's going to get to eat."
"This is way better than Playboy." I said, sincerely.
She giggled. "Why thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."
"I need to show you my asshole too. It needs to be treated properly, so I will teach you." She said, rolling her hips forward and raising her ass higher by supporting her lower back with her hands. Her feet were beside her ears.
"Can you see my pucker hole yet?" she asked.
