On a Friday evening in late autumn I went to my father's office. I should catch a ride home with him and stay the weekend.
In the office corridor I met Miss Anderson seemingly coming from my father's office. She smiled broadly and quickly looked around. There was no one to be seen. She came close and kissed my cheek.
"Hi Eric, nice to see you. How have you been?" she said and hugged me holding me very close. She nipped my ear and pulled my arms around her. I hugged her as well and let my hands drop down her back. I cupped her tremendous ass as I had done when she left our home last time and squeezed it.
"Yes, we had a good time last, hadn't we?" She said laughing throatily in my ear.
The nice moment came abruptly to an end. A door opened further away in the corridor and Miss Anderson took a step back. She smiled broadly when she walked away.
Miss Boman was as usual at the outer office. She greeted me warmly as she always did although I didn't get a hug because other people were around. She told me that father was delayed. He and mother were at a meeting. I had to wait.
"Sit down in his office. Do you want coffee? Yes, all right. I will be back soon."
I sat down in an easy chair in father's office. As always when I met Miss Boman I remembered the unforgettable weekend in early summer when she was so utterly kind to me letting me enjoy her as my first woman. We had spent most of a Sunday at a small island with a secluded cove. She had received me into her not only once but several times. I thought about how sweet she had been when introducing me and how lovely her voluptuous body looked and what an incredible experience it had been.
Meeting Miss Anderson also recalled memories of what had happened after Miss Boman. Mother had called in a friend of hers, the sophisticated Mrs. Lundin to teach me more and for me to practice with. She had very eagerly and thoroughly set to work. It turned out that she was very horny and had immensely enjoyed the teaching giving us both a very good time. And I had got a lot of practice exploring all of her body and entering all her openings.
And then there was the weekend when the very experienced and demanding Miss Anderson stayed at our home to work with father. She had been horny and had very straightforward asked me if I wanted to fuck. Which, of course I did. I remembered how sexy she looked and especially her great ass which she liked not only to show but also to get fucked. First I had taken her from behind, her standing on all fours. In the evening when I had accompanied her on a walk in the woods she had wanted to be taken in the ass as a final to a great fucking session. The following morning at the lake I had enjoyed her ass again taking her from behind with her standing up leaning over the wind shelter. It had been a tremendous experience.
Mother had immediately discovered my encounter with Miss Anderson. I had forgotten the used condom which Miss Anderson had ripped off my cock and hung on the wind shelter. When later that day I had remembered it and hurried down to the lake to fetch it mother was already there. She was sunbathing in the nude and had of course found the condom. With amusement she saw me looking for it trying to be casual about it. After a while she had teasingly pulled it out from her pussy where she had stuffed it after putting a few pebble stones in it as well. She demanded that I told her the lot and that we should go to the island for an undisturbed session.
When we got there mother had strolled around in the nude recalling pleasant memories from the past when she and father had used the cove as their playground. She spent a long time at the boulder stroking over the soft moss and leaning over it wriggling her ass invitingly. After a while she lay down and wanted me to lie with my head in her lap and tell the story of Miss Anderson.
It was very comforting lying with the back of my head on her pubic mons. I felt comfortable, proud even, telling mother everything. It took quite some time since she wanted to hear all the details and it got both of us worked up. Mother actually came a couple of times during my telling.
After we had had a picnic lunch she innocently asked if I liked to lick pussy, if I really liked to do it as such she meant. When I said yes she invited me to enjoy myself lending me her pussy. She easily convinced me that it was all right as long as in my mind I thought that it was the pussy of one of the women I had earlier enjoyed that I was licking. As soon as I started to caress her pussy the memories of me doing the same to Miss Boman took over convincing me that it really was Miss Boman I was bringing to several orgasms, the last being a shuddering climax.
I had told and flattered mother several times in the past that she and Miss Boman looked very like and that I often saw the body of Miss Boman when looking at mother's voluptuous body. Now she asked me if it was Miss Boman I had had in mind and licked so well. From then on mother deliberately made me remember Miss Boman and making sure that her luscious body filled my senses. In retrospect I now realized that she had begun acting already when I licked her, heaving her pelvis, arching her back and moaning and crying out just like Miss Boman used to do.
She took the next step by urging me to tell the story again about how sweetly Miss Boman had seduced me on that very island and all the great fucking that had taken place on that remarkable Sunday. I had told her the story once before and Miss Boman had told her version. She made me remember every detail by asking questions and wanting me to describe our activities in detail. And when I had finished telling she repeated the highlights. We both got very excited.
Mother wanted to tell me about the boulder and how she and father had tailored it to fit them to perfection. Not only did she tell me about it, she also demanded to demonstrate it. She pulled me with her to the boulder and jumped up on the step stones leaning over the boulder wriggling her ass seductively. Then she wanted me to find out for myself that she stood at the absolutely right height for a person my size to mount her. I had to grab her hips and get close to her ass putting my by now erect cock in between her thighs. It scraped through her slit and over her clit. Then she wanted to show the difference standing on the ground which made my cock to poke her ass hole when I grabbed her and got close. Then she climbed up again and leaned over the boulder moving her body and ass as if she accommodated a man spearing her. She acted so well pretending to be Miss Boman that it was no doubt in my mind that she had come back to the island.
