This is a direct follow-up to part 1 and picks up immediately where it left off. I would suggest it will make little sense - and not be as enjoyable - if you've not read the first part.
To recap, my Mother and I had begun an intimate relationship. But, at her insistence, we'd stopped short of having penetrative (or even oral) sex. But, to alleviate my sexual frustrations, she'd suggested that I may have some luck with an attractive, 40 something, neighbour. And she'd given me some pointers on how I might achieve this. This part begins as I try to achieve that.
So, the following day, immediately after finishing work, I found myself knocking on the back door of Janet and Peter's home. My heart was beating at a ridiculous rate and my palms were sweaty. But I was also horny and excited. Though still unclear, despite my Mum's suggestions, on how best to "seduce" Janet. My fear was that I would just be clumsy and gauche. Or even worse vulgar and threatening. And I'd be sent packing, with a (possibly well deserved) reputation in the neighborhood of being a sex pest.
My misgivings and nerves were eased somewhat by the warm welcome I received from Janet, as soon as she opened the door.
"Jack, how lovely to see you, come on in," she beckoned, immediately pulling me to her for a big hug as she closed the door behind us. "Thanks so much for giving me some pointers on our new computer."
I'm bound to say that my excitement increased, whilst my resolve (and my dick) stiffened as I saw Janet and felt her embrace.
Peter had a high powered job (something in finance) and they had the largest, plushest, house in the street. He worked long hours and was often away (hence my Mother's suggestion) whilst Janet worked part time in a local luxury car dealership. I think it was a lowly position (just enough to keep her busy and provide her with some pocket money). But she had the taste and money to look like a high ranking executive. Today, having just returned from work, she had on a crisp, cream blouse and a tight, pencil type, skirt.
Still holding me, but at arms length, Janet appraised me and appeared to like what she saw.
"Oh my goodness Jack, you look so good since you went away to college. But how did the cute little boy I used to see playing on his scooter turn into the handsome young man I see in front of me. You're making me feel old and frail."
"Well, I guess I have grown up, which is what all kids do," I laughed. Then remembering my Mother's advice about flattery, I continued, "But you don't look old or frail, quite the opposite in fact. You look fantastic." As I said above, she really did, so it wasn't at all difficult to be sincere. And I sensed, quite strongly, that Janet realised my sincerity.
"Ooh Jack, you are such a charmer," she gushed, pulling me back in for another hug. "The ladies are going to have to be careful around you. Even the old ones like me."
As she held me tight again I briefly considered dropping my hands and cupping her (apparently very pert) buttocks. Or chancing my arm even further by leaning in for a kiss. But, at that stage, my nerve failed me. And with hindsight, that was almost certainly a good thing. Making a clumsy pass, just minutes after saying hello, would have been a mistake.
So we fired up the computer and, standing over Janet's shoulder I took her through some of the basics. I tired very hard to concentrate on my tutorial and not be distracted by the scent and proximity of the horny MILF in front of me. I think I managed it, but only just!
After about 30 minutes Janet was, quite swiftly, picking up the rudiments of creating and renaming files and spell checking and formatting documents. And she was pretty pleased with her progress.
"Wow Jack, this isn't as forbidding and difficult as I thought," she opined as she twisted to look back at me with a pleased smile on her face. "You're very good at teaching an old dog new tricks."
"You're a good learner and have got the hang of this quickly," I encouraged. "But as I said earlier, you're not old and most certainly not a dog." I grinned.
Actually, this self-denigration and/or fishing for compliments might have been a little tiresome. But, given how hot she was - and how much I wanted to fuck her - I made sure not to let any irritation become apparent.
That said, she continued in a similar vein.
"Don't be fooled," she advised, "good quality foundation conceals a host of blemishes. But look at my hands and neck. That's apparently a good indicator of age."
So saying, she held up a hand for me to inspect. Taking it softy in my own hands I tried to display a degree of subtlety and suavity that I probably wasn't feeling. So I gently stroked it, under the pretense of inspection.
I'm pretty sure it really wasn't the classiest of moves. But, by my hopelessly low standards of seduction I was rather pleased with myself.
"Mmm, these look and feel soft and well manicured, most certainly not the hands of an old lady," I reported.
Then, further surprising/impressing mylsef, I pushed her head gently downward and away from me, leaning forward to examine her neck. Initially I was just inches away, from her nape. So close she could feel my breath.
"Your neck looks elegant and you smell delicious," I murmured into an ear, "so all told I would say that your protestations about being old are completely unfounded."
I then stopped speaking and buried my head fully onto her neck, gently nuzzling it, whilst reigning lights kisses on it.
At this stage I was acting like an experienced seducer, not the gauche, clumsy, teenage oaf, that I was. But I'm afraid that changed moments later as my excitement and arousal got the better of me.
"Oh God, you are gorgeous, please let me fuck you," I blurted out, whist grabbing her tits (quite roughly) and almost biting her neck. And in the process completely ignoring my Mother's excellent advice about not blundering in. And indeed her quite specific advice of not saying, "let me fuck you."
"Whoa tiger! Hold it right there," Janet recoiled, pushing my hands away, standing up and turning to face me.
For a few horrible moments I thought I'd completely blown it. Janet would most certainly not consent to do anything sexual with me. And much worse, she'd report me to family and neighbours (if not the police) for sexual assault.
"Oh my God, I'm so, so, sorry, I got carried away, please forgive me," I pleaded, beside myself with shame and berating myself for my crass stupidity.
Janet, whilst breathing heavily was initially emotionless. But at least she wasn't ranting and screaming. To my enormous relief, I also thought I could see a smile playing in the corners of her mouth. And I was right.
