All characters in this story that are involved in explicitly described sexual situations are defined as being 18 years of age or greater. This includes but is not limited to talking explicitly about sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fantasizing, masturbation, and graphic sexualized descriptions, in addition to actual sexual intercourse. This also includes explicit flashbacks or past remembrances.
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A little background on me. My name is Jason Ardmore Jackson, JJ to everyone. I was watching my mother and her friends sitting at the kitchen table. Every Friday night my mom and her friends would get together to drink wine and gossip while playing cards. I hung around, keeping their wine glasses full. My mind packed with thoughts of which one of Mom's friends would I fuck. To tell the truth, I wanted to have sex with all four.
First, there was Mrs. Traxler. Mrs T was in her early thirties, beautiful rack and in my mind a body built for sex. Her body reminded me of a certain actress with a last name of Hendricks. Her husband was a airline pilot and was away most of the time. To me she was the hottest of them all.
There was Mrs. Garcia. Mrs G was in her forties, it was hard for me to tell exactly. She oozed with smoldering Latina sexiness. She was hot and I mean hot.
Mrs Olsen was sitting across from my mom. Her Swedish features a treat for my eyes. Her body was tall and thin. Her hips almost boyish like. Her boobs, maybe a B at best, her large nipples were always hard. I think she was the youngest of the women. I heard her once say she was twenty eight. She had no children and she was separated from her husband for the past two years.
Mrs Louden was the last lady in the group. Her fire red hair turned me on to no end. She reeked of sex and if I were to fuck her, my life would be complete. Mrs L was also in her thirties. She was a model in her younger days and still today acted in local TV ads. Whenever I heard her on TV, I rushed to watch.
During the last semester of my senior year in high school, I was able to bed Mrs. G, Mrs. O and Mrs. L. I covered that pretty well in Part I of this story. Now I will continue with Part II.
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In late July. my mother had fallen and her Orthopedic Surgeon placed her in the hospital. Mom's leg broke in such a way that she required traction and continuous care. I visited with her every chance I got. She was always in good spirits and couldn't wait to come home. Her lady friends were with her almost constantly.
One day Mrs. Traxler was visiting her when I arrived. I'd never seen Mrs. T dressed so sexy. When sitting; her skirt did not completely cover the top of her thigh highs. Her blouse was see through, with pockets that hid her nipples, but nothing else was left to the imagination. She could see that I was staring at her beautiful tits. Mrs. T shifted in her chair and resumed talking to my mother. I believe that her shift was on purpose, her legs parted slightly and I could see her inner thighs. Her thighs weren't spread enough for me to see her panties, but my thoughts that she wasn't wearing any drove me bonkers. I had the distinct feeling she was teasing me.
I walked over to my mom and gave her a kiss. She tousled my hair, which by the way is wavy, not curly.
"Are you eating okay? I can't wait to get home and fix you and Dad a home cooked meal."
"Yeah Mom, Dad and I are doing fine. I'll bet you didn't know that Dad can cook like a chef, but I do miss your cooking."
"Thanks son, maybe you won't want me to cook anymore. Am I being replaced by your father?"
"Mom, stop it, no one could replace you, ever ever, you're the best."
Mom, Mrs. T and I were talking when my father stepped into the room.
"Hi, Sweetie," he said as he planted a kiss on Mom's lips. "Making my nightly rounds and then heading home. You coming home soon, Son?"
"I don't think so, Pops, I was hoping to see the guys and goof around some, maybe play some video games."
"Well don't stay out too late, stay safe, but have fun." Always the parent, that's my dad.
Dad left after telling Mom he would return later that evening. Mom and Mrs. T resumed their conversation. Mrs. T was talking about going to a movie that was playing downtown. But since her husband was flying to Hong Kong, as she spoke, she would probably miss it and have to wait until it was on cable.
"Isn't tonight the last night it's playing?" My mom asked. "If you really want to see it tonight, JJ can go with you, can't you JJ?"
"I guess so." No shit, I was ecstatic that I might have a chance to see a movie with the sexy gorgeous Mrs. Traxler. There was nothing more exciting to me then being with her.
"Good, go to the movie with Mrs. Traxler and be her escort for tonight. You aren't doing anything important, you can see your friends tomorrow."
It was almost like a miracle that my Mom's meal was delivered right at that moment.
"JJ hand me my purse." Mom handed me a twenty. "Now you two run long so I can eat my dinner in peace."
"Bye Mom," I kissed her on her cheek. "I love you."
"Thank you Tina for loaning me your son tonight. I sure wouldn't go to a movie alone, it just wouldn't feel right. I'll make sure he gets home safe. Bye for now, I'll see you in a couple of days, Maria or Ingrid will be here to visit with you tomorrow."
Mrs. T kissed my mom on her forehead. "C'mon tiger, let's get a bite to eat and take in that movie."
Mrs. T took me to a cafe. We filled our trays with food, Mrs. T paying for mine, then we found an open table and sat down. I noticed a couple men looking very approvingly at Mrs. T. She was dressed pretty hot and when she walked, in heels, she turned heads. I wondered what they thought of a hot sexy white woman having a meal with a young handsome black dude. Well, if all worked out like I wanted it to, their thoughts would be right on. I was getting a stiffy just thinking about it.
After we finished eating, we sat at the table quietly, neither of us talking.
