I lived in a town where my mom and dad worked at a small state college; mom was an administrative assistant in the human relations department and dad was a lecturer in history. Laura Hughes worked as a women's tennis coach and women's health counselor at the college. She was a good friend of my mom and had straight, shoulder-length, blonde, hair, large green eyes, and prominent cheek bones. She was in good shape. She was the star forward on an over-30 women's basketball team, aptly called, "The Matures," and my mom played a guard on the team. I heard Laura was a good tennis player at the State University; soon after graduating from college, she married Ray Hughes, the assistant coach of the men's university basketball team. After Ray was appointed the head basketball coach at the college, they moved in to a large house not too far from us. Ray was 15 years older than Laura and they have been married for about ten years. While Laura maintained a healthy life style and looked fit, Ray enjoyed the basketball team booster's banquets and put on considerable weight.
My parents wanted me to attend the state college in town but I wanted to go to a large school in a large city. Laura's offer to show me the campus of the university she attended was accepted by my mom and me. Laura drove me to the university in her Cadillac.
A few minutes after she began driving, I said, "Thank you for driving me to the university."
Laura said, "It's my pleasure. I'm glad to help you and my alma mater."
It turned out to be the beginning of our friendship. I got busy with my studies and life at the university. Life seemed to be good; I was 6-ft, 170 lb, brown hair, light blue eyes, a long nose, a friendly personality, and a beautiful girlfriend. But, two days after my 21st birthday during winter, my girlfriend broke up with me. It hurt that she left me for a muscular football player. I wanted to lift weights to build up my muscles. I resumed returning home during weekends and long breaks.
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During one weekend, my mom asked me to help "The Matures" with their summer basketball practices because they were short of strong forwards. Reluctantly, I agreed. I ended up playing against Laura. Even on the basketball court, she smelled very nice. Once the game got underway, Laura was aggressive in scoring baskets and playing defense, especially guarding me. I realized that she was doing her best to keep me away from the basket, often pushing against my back with her covered boobs.
I said, "You have a good wing span. It's not fair to push me the way you are doing."
She smiled and said, "I'll do whatever it takes."
The next time I was under the basket, as Laura was trying to push me away, I said, "They feel good on my back. Keep pressing them," making her lose her concentration when I dribbled around her to score an easy basket.
From then on, it seemed like Laura enjoyed rubbing her boobs against my back or my chest, as we continued to play.
As we drove home, mom said, "That was a good practice. I think Laura enjoyed playing against you. I heard that she and Ray are having difficulties. She needs our support."
I said, "I'm glad you played too today."
"I had to get out of the house. I might as well tell you. Your father and I have been having difficulties for a while. He suggested we go away on a week-long vacation to the beach to fix our marriage. I think our marriage has been broken beyond repair."
I said, "I suspected there was a problem when I saw dad with a young woman in a bar."
Mom said, "I learned he has had several girl friends over the years. It hurt knowing he had been having affairs with young women, mostly waitresses. I have gotten over the shock of his infidelities and I'm prepared to move on. As a matter of fact, I met a man who makes me feel special. Only my morals have kept me from moving in with him."
I said, "You know I love you. I also think dad is not a bad guy. I hope you will be happy with your new friend. Do I know him?"
"I don't think so. Will has been teaching at the college for about a year, but I met him three months ago."
I said, "Sounds like he is young."
"He's about 15 years younger than me. He's very sincere and cares for me. Our age difference never bothers him. Initially, I was reluctant to go out with him. I did get him to have a blood test to check for diseases. Hey, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I hope you understand."
I said, "I love you, mom. I want you to be happy. I can handle dad not living with us. Will you marry again?
"Not for a long time."
Not long afterwards, my father moved out of our home. I helped him move his things to his van and unload them at his new apartment.
That weekend, mom told me that she was going out with Will. Before he arrived, mom put on a short sun dress, a push-up bra that made her boobs lift up and created sexy cleavage, and sandals; I noticed she painted her toe nails red. Will looked to be about 25-years old with good facial features and a trim body. It was evident that he and mom were fond of each other. They went out on their date holding hands.
Later that night, I was listening to music and reading a book in my room, when I heard my mom and Will return from dinner. I heard footsteps on the stairs, my mom giggling, and Will whispering something. After a while, I heard my mom moan softly and later squeal happily; evidently, Will was a passionate lover as their love making lasted about an hour. I had to pee and, as I walked by mom's bedroom, through the partially open door, I could see my totally nude mom riding Will like a cowgirl riding a wild horse. Her buttocks and lower back were moving fast as she fucked Will; in turn, he was holding on to her large, sagging boobs, and moaning with pleasure. I rushed to the bathroom before I was seen and jerked off. Later, after I was in bed, I heard foot steps on the stairs and the front door being shut. Next morning, because mom was loved by Will during the night, she looked very happy.
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That summer, I got a job at the college's library moving books from the main library floor to an annex to make room for a bank of computers; Laura was my supervisor and we worked long hours side-by-side. I noticed that while I perspired heavily, especially in the annex without air conditioning, Laura barely broke a sweat. I also saw her in work clothes: shorts and short-sleeve blouses, without much make up and realized that she had a natural grace about her, may be due to her flaw-less complexion and her natural blonde hair which she wore in a pony tail. When we were alone during morning and afternoon breaks, we talked about many matters. I realized that she was a very intelligent, warm, and caring person.
One day, when Laura went to the bank during the afternoon break, I opened my favorite mature women magazine and looked at a beautiful 40+ year-old woman's boobs, arm pits, and pussy. I left it on top of my back pack when I got excited and went to the men's room to jack off. By the time I returned to work, Laura was already working on the books. She did not say anything to me, but I suspected she saw my magazine.
On a Friday in July, during the afternoon break, Laura said, "I will be running a girls' tennis camp for two weeks. Lynne, the librarian, will be your supervisor. We moved most of the books, thanks to your hard work," and added, "I also enjoy talking to you; Ray and I do not talk much to each other."
I said, "I'm sorry. I thought you and Ray looked to be a happy couple."
"We were. Lately, we have not been," after a pause, she added, "He has a new lady friend, a former exotic dancer. I have asked him to move out of our home."
"I'm sorry. I understand how it feels to be not wanted; my girlfriend decided to leave me after I told her that she has to stop seeing her older and muscular friend."
"I'm sorry your girl broke up with you."
"Does Ray want to be with you?"
"Ray and I have not been intimate since he started seeing his young, exotic dancer friend. I told him I do not want to take the chance of catching a sex-related disease. Are you seeing any one?"
I said, "No. I need to build up my muscles before I date again. I would like to lift weights."
"I have a good set of weights in our exercise room. Ray bought them for me. You are welcome to use them. Come to my home tomorrow morning before ten to look at them. Come with me, I want to introduce you to my friend, Lynne, the librarian."
Lynne seemed to be about 50 years old; she had an attractive face: large brown eyes, short, thin nose, and brown and grey hair tied in a knot at the back of her head; her conservative, loose fitting dress that buttoned up to her neck, could not mask completely her generous bosom. When Laura introduced me as her friend, she greeted me warmly and told me she knew my mom. She also thanked me and Laura for moving many books.
As we left the library together, Laura said in a low voice, "Lynne has invited me to her home to talk. Her husband has Alzheimer's. She has lot on her mind."
At her home, next day, Laura showed me the exercise room, which was on the second floor, and said, "Feel free to use any of the weights. I have to leave in a few minutes. Today, my tennis team is playing another team of the summer camp. There is a player-recognition dinner, two weeks from today. I hate to go alone. Would you go as my escort? All you have to do is wear dress clothes and a jacket; you don't have to wear a tie."
I said, "Yes. Thanks for allowing me to use the weights."
"Thank you for working hard moving the books. Here, I got you a camera; it's ready to be used," and giggling added, "You can take photos of me and stop buying those magazines," and handed me a compact digital camera.
Blushing, I said, "Thank you. Will you model for me?"
"Yes. But, show me each photo of me and do not send them to any one else."
"Let me try the camera, right now," and, as she posed willingly, I took several photos of her in tennis attire.
"May be you will become a professional photographer."
"I would like to be your personal photographer."
She smiled and said. "I have a meeting. See you later."
After I lifted weights and used Laura's treadmill, I drank couple of glasses of cold water. I went to the bathroom next to the exercise room and saw a clothes hamper, and it had Laura's clothes, including six bras and panties; apparently, Laura did her laundry once a week. I picked up each bra and smelled the 36C cups for her chest aroma mixed with her perfume, and, as I gently rubbed and felt the texture of her silky panties, I deeply inhaled her pussy aroma.
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Couple of days before the player recognition dinner, Laura sent me a message that the dinner would be in the faculty dining hall of the college. At the dinner, I saw Laura had on a black, sleeve-less dress, that showed her cleavage prominently, black stockings, and black-low-heel shoes; she had on a four-strand pearl necklace and pearl, stud, ear rings. She carried a small bag in one hand and a black sweater on the other arm. She looked gorgeous and sexy, and smelled very nice of feminine creams and perfume. My cock got stiff. I wanted her. After I said hello to her, I stood at a discreet distance and took photos of her as she greeted her tennis students.
Later, she signaled me to come to her and said, "It's cold here. Please place the sweater around my shoulders. Sit next to me during dinner."
During dinner, surreptitiously, I stole glances at her lovely cleavage and slender arms, and I smelled the perfume emanating from her body. Apparently, Laura realized that I was staring at her because she blushed intensely and, without looking at me, reached under the table, and touched my cock lump and I almost came in my pants.
After dinner and the ceremonies ended, Laura said, "It's too early to go home. Let's go to the Club. I just renewed my membership in it. Do you drink?"
