Brad Michaels felt great when he got out of bed that morning, because he knew that day would be one of the best of his life, maybe better than any up until that time. He was going over to see Janet Green, the hot divorced woman who lived down the block from his parents' house in a nice suburban neighborhood, something he had been looking forward to ever since his eighteenth birthday a week earlier. That day, when he became legal, had made him eligible to fuck the woman all his buddies except those younger than he had talked about so enthusiastically.
Janet immensely enjoyed sex with studly young men such as Brad and, when she found out he had reached that magic age, she had personally invited him to come and join her in her bed. Most of the mothers in the neighborhood were aware of what she liked to do and objected to it, which was why she made sure all her sex partners were past the age of consent. Most of the men knew about her too, but none of them cared, except to be envious of their sons, unless they were lucky enough to have known an older woman like her during their youth. She was divorced, and all her children were grown up and had left town, so she had no family to criticize her lustiness or what she did about it.
Those buddies who had experienced the charms of Janet Green welcomed Brad to "the club" and told him what to do and advised him to take a condom with him. His partner that day would insist on it, and she believed it to be the duty of the man to provide the protection. The guys who were younger than he expressed their envy and said how eager they were to reach that same, magical age. Local girls who even mentioned it just sniffed to show their disdain for the neighborhood bad woman and for those who would have anything sexual to do with her. Brad's mother suspected what he would be doing, but she decided against saying anything. Telling him to stay away would have been pointless, so she just pretended to know nothing about what might be happening.
Brad didn't care about any of that. He told his parents he was going to take the bus to the mall and hang out there for a while, and strolled down the block in the direction of the main street. That was where the bus stop was, and he went toward it strictly as a subterfuge. Once out of sight of anybody who might be watching from his home, he circled around the block and hastened to the small home of his paramour. She was waiting for him and, after he rang the doorbell, she checked out her caller through the peephole in the front door. Recognizing him as the man she was hot for, she let him in, making sure the door was securely locked after he had entered.
Janet already knew what the young man looked like, but she surveyed him again as he stood in front of her, and smiled at what she saw. He was tall and white and athletic, with a clear complexion and short dark hair, and he looked exactly like the kind of young man who could and would bring her to repeated orgasms, which was what she loved doing. He looked her over too, and saw a rather chubby barefoot woman in her late forties, with dusky skin and dark red hair, probably dyed, or touched up at least. He also saw her big tits, obviously not supported by a bra, and fought back the urge to reach out and grab them. That would have to wait until their hot sex session was underway.
She didn't want any delay in getting things started either. "Hi, Brad. I'm glad you could come here, because I want to cum too. How does that sound to you?"
He caught the double entendre and grinned. "That sounds great. I want us both to cum. A lot."
That was the extant of the seduction; they both knew what they were there for and made no pretense of anything else. After he removed his shoes, Janet took Brad's arm and led him to the Promised Land -- her bedroom -- which he had been fantasizing about for the last week. When they stood next to her double bed, he saw the coverings had been removed except for the bottom sheet and a few pillows. She turned and started to loosen his shirt.
"I like to get comfortable," she said, as she finished and stripped it off him when he turned around. "Don't you?"
"Yeah."
He turned back to her and started on her men's flannel shirt. It was a bit awkward, because of the placement of the buttons, and he could feel his cock growing harder as the older woman's big breasts came into view. As he had surmised, she was not wearing a bra. She remained facing him with her shirt open, so he started on her loose-fitting jeans. These were much easier, and he had the waist open in seconds and pulled them down to the floor so Janet could step out of them. While she did, she shucked out of her shirt, letting her big, succulent breasts sway provocatively. When her horny young visitor looked eagerly up at her, Janet leaned over and rubbed the delightful globes in his face for a few seconds, the way she liked to do, before straightening up so he could finish stripping her naked.
Brad's limited sexual experience with girls included a few hand jobs in back seats of cars and one semblance of a blow job, and he had never smelled a pussy as close as Janet's was to him. His buddies had mentioned it, but they couldn't have come close to describing how heavenly the aroma was. He eagerly pulled down her panties and gazed at the source of the delectable fragrance, the first pussy he had ever seen, except on some online porn sites. He thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld, especially when she stepped out of her panties too and stood with her legs slightly spread and completely naked before him.
"Sit on the bed," Janet told him, "and I'll take your pants off."
Brad avidly climbed onto the bed and sat with his legs apart, while his hostess knelt between them and reached out for his belt buckle. She took less time in unfastening his pants than he had taken with hers, and he raised himself from the bed while she pulled them down and off around his feet. After removing his socks, she grinned at the sight of Brad's cock, standing hard and straight and protruding through the fly on his jockey shorts.
"That's what I like," she said, as she fondled it briefly before pulling his shorts down and off, leaving them both equally naked.
Janet moved in slightly closer, rested her forearms on Brad's thighs and raised her face above the tip of his cock so she could start licking there. Moving slowly and relishing the velvety texture, she licked in concentric circles, lowering her face and engulfing more of his cock until her tongue was caressing under the hard ridge. She increased the pace then, engulfing his shaft until the end was pressed against the back of her throat. For about a minute, Janet stayed in that position, laving his whole cock with her tongue. She truly loved the way the girth of Brad's cock spread her mouth open and how the smooth skin felt to her tongue.
Slowly, she began bobbing her head, stroking the thick shaft between her lips. Janet enjoyed sucking off a young man and swallowing his cum, but she had other reasons for making that their first sex act. She loved having her pussy eaten, and could reasonably expect him to go down on her after his climax. More important, she knew he was horny, and cumming into her mouth would take the edge off that condition so the fucking they would do later would last a longer time than otherwise.
Brad had never felt such incredible pleasure as he was feeling that day. The teeth of the girl who gave him head had scraped along the top of his cock, and it had been almost as much pain as pleasure. Besides that, it had only been in her mouth for a few seconds before she took it out and finished him off with her hand. Janet Green was obviously having fun too, and she was looking up at him with her big, green eyes as her lips stroked him. She was not at all pretty, but the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was the most erotic and enticing thing he had ever seen, except for her pussy. The blow job had been going on for only two minutes, and he could already feel his climax mounting.
