Story One: My Mom's Best Friend
She moved with beauty and grace. On the dance floor, her tight hard little body was one with the pulsating rhythms. She slinked around me in her revealing tight fitting black dress as her slender 5'6" 115 pound, 34C-22-32 womanly form worked its magic.
In bed, her soft warm naked form melted into my muscular 24 year old 6 foot 180 pound body as her well toned dancer's legs wrapped themselves around me and pulled me in while I thrusted my 8 inch manhood deep inside her silky smooth shaved and oh so sweet pink pussy.
Our hot sweaty bodies would writhe together in passion as we shared long, sensual, intimate and intense sexual unions. Our souls would unite and we would feel the other's pleasure. Our passions would rise high and climax in a cavalcade carnal lust as we shared mystical bonds which mere words could not begin to express.
We shared a hot steamy sultry summer of uninhibited carnal pleasures and although it was only for a short time, we will always be a part of each other and are in some ways incomplete with out the other.
What could I possibly by talking about here, well how about a summer of passion with a young mans fantasy cum true, making it with a luscious sexy and vibrant older woman.
A rare exquisite work of art, at age 47 Brenda is that rare gem most men would sell their souls to possess but which very few can ever attain. She may have been twice my age, but looking at her, you would have taken her for a woman in her 30's maybe 35 at the oldest.
Standing at 5'6" tall with a 34C-22-32 figure, Brenda was every college guy's dream… a slender woman with nice big tits. In addition, she had beautiful blonde hair with very little if any hint of grey in it. Her body was tight as a 20 year olds and her ice blue crystal eyes captivated my soul from the first moment I saw her.
So how did a young guy like me get lucky enough to meet an older woman and to have her take an interest in me? Well believe it or not, I met her through my mom.
You see Brenda and my mom had been best of friends ever since they were in Jr. High. In college, they roomed together and were in the same sorority. Brenda was even Maid of Honor at mom's wedding but as with all friendships, people eventually part.
Mom was a little more on the conservative but modern side and went on to grad school after I was born and earned her MBA in Business Information Systems and eventually went to work as a Systems Analysts.
Brenda on the other hand was the free spirited artsy type. She majored in theater, art and the humanities and eventually earned her doctorate and became a professor of Art and Humanities and taught at a major university.
Over the years, mom and Brenda kept in touch. Mom would take summer vacations to see Brenda and when she was in the area on trips she would stay with Brenda.
Brenda eventually married but it wouldn't last for long and it would be just a few months after her divorce and 4 years after mom's last visit with her when Brenda would come to visit with us.
It was the beginning of summer and I had just returned home from a six year hitch in the Army where I was, like my mom, a computer systems information manager.
While in the service, they sent me to school while I had worked my way up to Assistant Systems Network Administrator. I had earned my associates in computer science and was about a year away from attaining my bachelor's. I would have stayed in longer, but I was ready to get back home and pursue a civilian life.
I had decided to take the summer off to rest before I started my last year in college. I deserved it. After all, I had been working non stop for the last six years and in mom's words she said she wanted to "spend time with her little boy after not seeing him for six years."
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was on a Saturday around 10 A.M. Mom was at the grocery store doing some shopping and I had just finished cutting the grass and was in the process of edging. It was fairly hot(around 80 degrees) and I was in a white tank top and blue jogging shorts.
I was just on the verge of edging along the street when a bright shiny red convertible Mercedes pulled up behind me and blew its horn. I turned to see a vision of loveliness driving and immediately I was smitten by her.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, the feeling was very much mutual although as the days went on I would receive hints, starting subtle but which would grow more and more obvious.
The first hint would be dropped right then and there. The sexy lady would pull off her glasses and say with a big smile "Hey handsome, can you tell me if this is the house of Ms. Rachel Davis?"
"Sure is gorgeous," I replied in a like manner figuring she was flirting with me and decided to have some fun and flirt back.
She pulled into the circular drive in front of our house and parked by the front door. I put down my tools and met her when she parked and decided I would play the flirting for all it was worth and before she could open the door I had it opened for her.
"Mmmmm, sexy and a gentleman," Brenda purred as she put her sexy legs out of the car and stood up. "I like. If I were only 10 years younger," she added in a sultry voice and with that she playfully pinched me on the butt.
Brenda was wearing an outfit that screamed "I 'm available and single." It consisted of a white top that came down to just over the midriff and was sleeveless and had a strap that went around her neck. She was also wearing a very short very light weight light blue denim colored cotton skirt and sandals with a 3 inch heels.
"So who might you be babe," Brenda said in a purr "If you are the handy man, I bet you are handy, and I could use your services at my house."
"I am Rachel's son, Jessie," I replied and with that we shook hands.
"My, my, my," Brenda said with a pleasant smile looking me over. "You have definitely grown up into a handsome young gentleman," she added. "I remember when you were this tall but you are not such a baby any more."
I invited Brenda inside and helped her with her luggage. "So how long are you in town for I asked as we closed the door. "Well, Brenda replied, "The whole summer, at least that was what your mother had planned."
I must admit I was happy to hear that. "So have a seat Miss um," and with that Brenda got all embarrassed and realized she had failed to introduce herself.
"Oh hell where are my manners," Brenda said apologetically. "My name is Brenda Johnson. I am a friend of your mom's from school."
Then it hit me, I had totally forgotten that mom said we would be having a house guest so I showed Brenda her room which was the first room at the top of the stairs.
After helping Brenda put her luggage away, we went back downstairs to the living room. I offered her something to drink and she said a glass of lemonade would be great.
"Make yourself at home Brenda," I said as I came back from the kitchen and there was when I noticed Brenda was not the shy one at all.
She was stretched out on the couch with one leg straight and the other bent and smoking a cigarette. Her skirt was up almost to her hips and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. I couldn't help notice but she sat there like it was no big deal.
Handing her the lemonade, she took a glass from the tray and said "Thanks hun." Just as I was about to sit in the chair about 5 feet away from the couch, she moved her legs and patted the sofa and said "Here babe sit by me."
I offered her an ash tray and she said "thanks sweetie" and we began talking. I told her all about myself and she listened intently and then she told me about being a college professor her recent divorce and how as a new image for her new found freedom, she decided to totally remake herself.
