I would like to thank anyone who will read this and hope that you enjoy it. Truthfully this story was inspired by a friend that my mother did run around with since before I was born and the character is a real close comparison. She's still out there somewhere, so where ever you are, this one's for you. I would also like to take this time to thank TallMan for editing this perverse fantasy and fixing all of my third grade mistakes, his patience with my horrid spelling and grammar is remarkable, thank you. As for everyone out there who favorites my stories and reads these things I want to say thank you, as long as you keep reading, I'll keep writing. And as always, my hope is that you find it just as much a delicious turn on reading as I did writing it.
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My mother has a friend that everyone calls foxy. I don't think Foxy is her real name but that's all I've ever known her as. Now my mother and her friend wasn't what you would call girly. Sure, they lived to dress up as much as any other girls do but as far as how they behaved, well let's just say they weren't afraid of anyone or anything. I remember seeing the both of them get into a bar brawl and beat the hell out of a total of six broads. Foxy was a fighter and was more likely to fight a man faster than she would a woman, which was almost impossible to believe considering she's only five foot five. She reminded me of Madonna when she was doing her truth or dare tour. Foxy was maybe a hundred and twenty pounds soak and wet, had that nice hourglass shape with nice thick curves in her hips. Her long, straight and shiny blonde hair paired nicely with her cool icy blue eyes. The one thing that drives me crazy was this crooked little cocky smile she had, and oh my god she had this sexy raspy voice that wasn't anything less than intoxicating.
She was more than the perfect fuel for my young masturbation fantasies. My thoughts of her when I was coming into that age of exploration and curiosity kept me hard and pumping my thick healthy young cock constantly. There was this one time; she was on her way to the bathroom I guess and walked past my room. Mom had a house full, like she almost always does. There was no way I'd go to sleep with the thick miasma of cigarette and pot smoke drifting in along with the loud music and bellowing laughter. My home, more often than not was like a back woods road house. I didn't have a door, just an old ninja turtles sheet that hung in the doorway. I don't know why I didn't have a door; it was that way when we moved in.
Anyway, there I was pumping my little five-inch or so pecker, my eyes closed and my mind caught up in visions of my hard cock disappearing down Foxy's throat, my fingers slipping in her dripping hole when suddenly I heard a giggle coming from the doorway. Anyone who's been caught in the act knows how it is; I jumped almost into the air, my heart thumping hard enough in my chest that it could have burst right out through the skin. I yanked my covers up, pulling them clear to my chin, embarrassed, shocked, and probably turning beet red in the shadowy gloom. My heart was pounding and I wasn't sure what would happen next but when I looked up there stood Foxy, peering in with the sheet pulled back.
"When you get a little older kid you come see foxy and I'll take real good care of you. Just remember that, and I'll pop that cherry and teach you right." She giggled again before letting the sheet drop closed. My head jumbled with questions, what did she mean by that, she couldn't possibly mean what I thought she did, or did she? And what did she mean by "teach me right?" I mean, it could really only mean one thing right? It didn't matter at the time but it most definitely would a couple of years later. * A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER
When I turned eighteen my mom threw me a big party which was basically the thing she did all the time anyway but this time it would be a Halloween in JuLY party since Halloween is my favorite Holliday and mom loves any idea that gives her the opportunity to dress up in inappropriate costumes. Needless to say, I've probably seen my mother more ways than I should and definitely have seen more of her flesh than I probably should over the years, she's not what you would call shy. It was no surprise that the majority of the guests that mom invited to my party were mainly her drinking and fuck buddies, It was also no big surprise that her boyfriend at the time had used the opportunity to get sloshed before anyone even arrived. I was figuring that it was going to be just like any other night were everyone was just going to wind up fucking or fighting or both, so as soon as the small crowd became loud and rowdy I slipped away, disappearing to the bathroom to take a piss.
After draining the tank and hitting the little knob on the stool, I washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face, staring in the medicine cabinet's mirror, the icy water dripping down and wetting the collar of my nirvana; baby swimming t-shirt. I stood there looking into the shimmering reflection of the mirror, wondering who else might show up, patting my face dry on a less than soft towel that hung by the door. Tossing the towel in the hamper standing in the corner I walked out heading to my room. I had found and replaced the sheet with a door I found and repainted, it wasn't an exact fit but it's better than the alternative. To my surprise, when I walked into the room I found foxy stretched across my bed. She lay on her stomach, kicking her feet and flipping through my skin rag as if she owned the place. "I've been waiting for you kid; in fact, I've been waiting for you for quite a while now." She chuckled, staring at the pornographic pictures on the glossy pages of the magazine.
I looked at her confused, I had forgotten what she told me years ago and couldn't figure out what she meant. She looked up grinning with that seductive grin that she was famous for. " the last time I saw a look like that on your face I had just caught you laying in this bed stroking your cock." she whispered rolling to her side and propping her head on her palm. Even though she was nearly forty-eight years old, she was still as hot as I remembered her being when I was just a kid playing with my toys. Looking back it seemed I was always infatuated with her. Foxy's heavy breasts pushed together and sloped down from the weight of gravity, her cleavage exposed and leaving little to the imagination under her slinky black, lace body suit stretching over her large tits and then packed into a blue jean sleeveless vest that was holding on for dear life by one button. That button seemed like it would pop off and shoot an eye out any moment. She wore a pair of faded blue jean short shorts over the body suit, the top button of the fly was unfastened with two little corners of denim fabric splayed open teasing me like a naughty little invitation. I gulped, the memory of her holding the sheet back and grinning at me flashing in my mind, that's when I remembered what she said. Was she planning to take my virginity tonight and "teach me right." as she put it a couple of years ago. I suddenly became very nervous, my knees were growing a little week and my hands began to tremble and sweat.
"oh sweet boy, look at you. I forgot how nerve racking this can be." She said standing and coming over to me. I almost stepped away but forced myself to stand still. She took me by my hands and pulled them around her, placing them on her ass. She looked up into my eyes and ran her hands over my chest. "You're not such a boy any longer are you kid? No I think you've become a big strong man." She whispered in a sexy, raspy voice before standing on the tips of her black velvet, chrome tipped boots and gently pressed her lips to mine. My eyes shot open, I didn't know what to think about the whole situation, I was just so worried that we would get caught that I didn't know how to react, but foxy seemed to have the whole situation well in hand as she took her lips away smiling. "Now see there that wasn't so bad was it?" I like your lips, there soft, sweet and young, almost like you're moms." she purred
I swallowed deep and took a breath, blushing and embarrassed, I found it hard to look at her. "I like your lips to aunt foxy, it's just..." She wasn't really my aunt but mom always referred to her as my aunt so I picked it up.
"It's just what honey?" she asked looking at me questionably and pulling away. I didn't want her to pull away; I liked her close, I liked the warmth of her body against mine.
"It's just that I'm afraid that mom is going to walk in any minute and catch us?"
