Reader, this story starts essentially as none consent, but traverses into a torrid love affair between a young man and an older woman.
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The opportunity that I hadn't really been looking for happened totally by accident, and certainly not by design. I had the hots for my best mates mother, and had had them for as long as I can remember, I had known him and her for 12 years. I had always been in love with her, it was her ways, her movements, the way she was. I was utterly besotted with her all my life, I hung on every word.
Oh, and one other thing, as I grew older I realised that she was an absolute knockout in the beauty stakes. Growing up she had always just been Mrs Walker, or sometimes Aunty Leanne. Now when I looked at her, which I always did and she knew it, I would sometimes get a quirky smile from her, a knowing smile, oh she knew alright.
But I never once gave an indication of what I, as a young lad now 18 years old was going through, the torment of wanting to touch her, imagining in my fertile mind as I yanked on my 8" todger That she was mine, tucked up in bed, making love, her surrendering to me helplessly. Accepting that I, had young mastery of her in every way.
Of course it was always in my head, and alone in my bed or wherever the urge to screw her overtook me. Don't misunderstand, I wasn't obsessed with her in every waking moment, I led a normal life, had girlfriends, was having sex, although like every lad my age I lie through my eye teeth about my conquests.
But I also knew what I felt about her wasn't a silly childish dream, I had always wanted her, even before I knew anything about sex. Being close to her had always given me a thrill that I didn't understand myself.
Me? I'm Toby Johnson, 18, going on 19 and at college later. I am now 6ft 1 and a bit inches, 175lbs, do all the usual lad things, play a bit of sport, go out with my mates hunting! You name it we are all boys!
She is Leanne Walker, around 5ft 5" I guess about 110, 112 lbs and she is heaven sent. I know people could pick out a more beautiful woman from anywhere they wanted, but not to me. Mother of H as we call him, Harold is his given name. We have been close friends since they moved into our road those 12 or so long years ago.
If my memory serves me right, the very first time I looked at his mother at the tender age of about 6 or 7, I was enchanted by her. I can still remember her smell when I was shyly introduced to her and H, she bent, patted my head and breathed over me I can still feel my knees go weak!
I know her birth date, and she is 40 this year, and is as beautiful to me now, as she was back then when my eyes first saw her. She has soft, but thick and shiny chestnut hair, it reaches her shoulders and unless she is working or doing something, it is free to do what it wants. I've accidently touched it many times, I love sneaking a feel.
Her face is soft, gentle and kind, angelic comes to mind, full lips that I would kill for to be able to kiss. I have had over the years many pecks on my cheeks, and every time they have burned holes in me. Eyes that draw me in, I have fallen into them so many times you wouldn't believe.
She wears fashionable clothes, skirts to just above her gorgeous knees, high heels, feminine dresses, and she always looks and smells great. Being alone with her on odd occasions wasn't a problem, I did of course give her moon eyes, I couldn't help it, but she knew. That smile of hers was our secret, I knew, she knew.
I wanted to fuck her so bad, make love to her, listen to her calling my name when I made her cum, Look up into those deep pool like dark brown eyes, as she leaned down to kiss me while I was laid on my back after screwing her silly. Her soft warm sexy naked body tight up against mine.
I wanted to hear her tell me I was the best of the best, 'no one had made me cum like that Toby, never,' she would say breathlessly. I would stroke and squeeze a heavy hard nipple making her moan, you wouldn't believe the number of times I have made love to her in my head.
And then one day fate stepped in and took me to my personal heaven, but it wasn't anything like I had ever imagines. It was a Saturday morning. I was just about to jack off over a thought in my head when my cell phone rang. It was Leanne, Mrs Walker.
"Hi Toby, its me," she said. "Hello Leanne," I replied, "to what pleasure do I owe this early morning call from you?" My prick was at full attention, as I was. "Keith, (her husband) and H are away for the weekend visiting his mother, and I have tried to get into the loft to sort some things out, but I can't get the ladder to drop down, the hatch won't open, can you pop over and give me a hand please?"
"I'll be there in 15 minutes, don't go away okay?" I said. 'Oh wow, I'm going to be there alone with her, yesireeee!' I chortled. I had a rapid shower, shave, combed my hair, squirted on a little smelly, jeans, trainers, a T shirt and I was of!
When I got there I knocked and walked in, Leanne was in the kitchen, making a drink. I got cheeky, went up to her, as she turned her head to greet me and I gave her a peck on her cheek for a change. I got that smile, our secret one, I gave her one back.
"Drink?" she asked me. "Yes thank you," I told her. We chatted about this and that, and she told me H and his dad wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon. God I thought, 'what I wouldn't give to spend my weekend alone with you Leanne,' I told my already wild imaging mind.