Leslie was always a mother figure to me. She was my best friend's mom, and also my mom's best friend. She had a sexy librarian vibe to her. She was a writer, an intellectual, a truly free spirit. She had lived a fascinating life all over the world. She was intelligent, sensual, and motherly. Her hint of an English accent made every word she spoke absolute poetry.
Leslie had come on to me once. It was during my 21ist birthday party so the alcohol was flowing. I felt that it wasn't right and would be a huge betrayal to her son and my mother. She said that in the future, she hoped that I still saw her as beautiful.
I knew how attracted I was to Leslie. I had often thought about her when I masturbated. I had actually been living with her for awhile. I had nowhere to go and she took me in. We went shopping at book stores, and ate in interesting restaurants. Leslie was fascinating. This turned me on like nothing else. She was unlike any typically hot woman. She wasn't the stereotypical porn star, beach bunny, or anything like that. She made my mind horny. She was experienced and worldly.
Leslie was middle aged. She was in her mid to late 40s. She had thinning brown hair, pale skin, glasses, and a look on her face which was incredibly alluring. I knew she would show me things and make me feel like nothing I had ever known. Her body was perfect. Not too big, not too small. She had small, perky tits, a nice round ass, and perfectly slender legs. I knew she must have had a nice pussy too. I couldn't wait to find out for myself. I would jerk off to her while she let me sleep in her living room. I always hoped that she would hear me stroking my cock to her image in my head.
One morning, I heard the shower running. I awoke with morning wood and had been fantasizing about us finally giving in to our lust. I still felt tremendous guilt about betraying my friend. I knew I couldn't really do it. I knew I would chicken out given another opportunity with her. I could hear the water in the shower stop and knew Leslie would be emerging soon... naked. The thought was almost too much to bear and I just about pulled my dick out and started masturbating.
Leslie walked into the living room where I had been sleeping. I was sitting on the couch trying to regain control of my erection. She was wrapped in a towel and had her hair wrapped up in another one. Her legs were exposed and looked beautiful. I knew her pussy was just above the bottom of that towel. I desperately wanted to smell it, nice and clean, fresh from the shower. I started to imagine what it would be like to shower with her, helping to clean her pussy. How great would it be to sponge it off, or use a washcloth with my hand, only a little piece of fabric between my fingers and her pussy.