In part one of this tale I described how my neighbor's 18-year-old daughter and I had been dating. Her mom, well, didn't want her daughter to ruin any chances of a college degree being held back by a little bambino. So in return for my agreement to date but not put the girl in any compromising position, mom would take care of my horny needs. That agreement was culminated by Mrs. Johnson stoking me off with promises of more in the future. I liked that deal a lot.
The next week was a whirlwind of activity for me. On one hand, I continued my relationship with Jennifer Johnson as if nothing had happened with her mother. Oh we still kissed and made out at the end of our dates, and she allowed me the privilege of feeling her up a couple times over her sweater. But the thought of her mom stroking me off kept me away from trying for more with the girl.
Jennifer of course had no idea, totally oblivious to the agreement her mother had with me. Mrs. Johnson would take care of my needs as long as I stayed away from the back seat of the car with her daughter. Or, for that matter, anywhere else that would lead to and easy opportunity for sex.
It was a great deal. After that first occasion, where Mrs. Johnson jerked me off in her living room, I'd had a couple more replays. That last time she lifted her top off and let me first play with her breasts and then straddle her and fuck those luscious mounds.
Over the summer Jennifer did get, well, a little amorous on our dates. I mean, she didn't come out and say fuck me, fuck me or anything, but she did make out with a great deal of fervor and once placed my hand on her breast rather than me appearing to slither in and grasp it.
I so much wanted to take our groping to the next level, but I was constantly reminded my deal with her mother. That was awesome.
Those meetings with her mom were so sexually fulfilling. Mrs. Johnson was a hot woman. She always managed to say just the right things and show just the right skin and feel just the right places when we were together.
On one occasion Mrs. Johnson asked if I had played with her daughter's tits. I freely admitted I had, over the top of her sweater, thinking that honesty in this situation was the best policy. Jennifer might have already admitted to it, so why deny?
Mrs. Johnson reminded me of the time when I had spied on her and her daughter sunning in the back yard. I vividly remembered that day. It was the daily double of boobs.
Mrs. Johnson smiled, and asked if I'd like to see her boobs again. Of course was all I could stammer.
With that she stood as I sat on the couch intently following her every move. The woman took a couple strides to toward the kitchen then turned back to me. She smiled, then reached down and held her tee top bottom. She slowly lifted it until her lacy bra began to show. Then she turned around, lifting her top totally off. Dropping it on the table, she reached around and unhooked her bra.
Slowly she turned, holding the bra cups with the straps draped below. "Do you want to see these," said the woman. "Will you stay away from my daughter's sex?"
I nodded and the bra dropped to the floor, unleashing those large mounds to my few. She walked toward the couch and I scooted forward, reaching out and caressing the meaty globes.
They felt wonderful. I'd guess they were 36C at least, but what did I know? All I knew was that they felt wonderful and soon my lips were licking and then sucking on one of the nipples.
I played with them for a while before Mrs. Johnson reminded me that her daughter would be home from cheerleader practice in less than a half hour, so we had to get going. I begged for a little more time as the woman rubbed by dick through my pants.
"Take your pants down," said the woman, who strode toward the kitchen. She returned with some butter, which she was rubbing between her breasts. Lowering herself to the floor, she lay down as I straddled her and slipped my dick between those beautiful massive globes.
She held her breasts together as I stroked my dick between them. It was so different than the stroking of her hand. Those breasts engulfed my cock and the sensation was tremendous.
Again, what can I say, the feelings were incredulous and like before it didn't take much coaxing before my dick was spewing its pent up desire all over her chest. Damn, it felt so very marvelous.
"We have to hurry," said Jennifer's mom, and I quickly got dressed. It was a good thing too, as we heard a key being inserted into the front door lock. I slipped out the back while Mrs. Johnson closed the kitchen door behind me. I heard a familiar voice saying "Hi Mom" as I slithered away from the house.
Wow. It was a close, but satisfying call. I wondered that night if Jennifer suspected anything, I wondered if her mom got her top back on. Whether her bra made its way under the couch. All kinds of things went through my mind. All I knew was that I banged her mom's breasts and it was a sexual exploration that was etched deeply in my mind.
Over the next couple weeks Mrs. Johnson stroked me off several times, and once again allowed me to screw her breasts I felt like a sultan, a movie star, a hot guy but knew I was just lucky. I was getting some choice female ministration without any commitment.
Jennifer and I were dating, enjoying the summer before college, and each other. We'd go to movies, on long walks in the mark, and found ways to make out when we could.
Each and every time we dated I'd think a little about her mother, and how the older woman was taking care of my sexual needs.
Still, one Saturday night after dinner and a movie Jennifer insisted the night was young and we should stop at Crum Creek Park which was known as a lover's lane. The cops were cool; as long as the windows were cracked open heads remained visible when they cruised past.
That meant keeping a lookout and being aware, but if you were merely making out they didn't shine the light into the car. If a couple's heads were below sight, the cops would stop and look in the car. Several of our friends had been caught "in the act" and that meant a walk of shame to each house to inform the parents that their precious daughter or wonderful son were caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
I parked the Civic behind an F-150 and Jen and I talked for a bit. Each of us silently watched the couple in the car before us making out, and soon she and I were locked in a lover's embrace. The cops had driven past so we knew we were in the clear from their perspective for a while ---the normally drove through once an hour after 10 just to make sure nothing untoward was happening.
Empowered, I worked my hand up Jennifer's sweater and caressed her breasts, over her bra that is. The feeling was so exciting, and I could hear her heart beating faster as I nibbled her neck.
There was a gasp from deep inside me when her hand started rubbing my thighs and then my cock. Damn! The girl had great hands and soon my dick was throbbing in my pants.
"Does he like me?" cooed the girl. "Does he like the way I am rubbing."
