Natalie - Pt 42

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College had been a bit of a dull session. Few people had turned up, but still, it was all more information, learning and background, I knew it would do me in good stead.

I was sat with a latte in Jamaica when Mrs Mills walked past, she saw me, I smiled, she stopped walking, turned back and came in.

"Hello Natalie."

"Hello Mrs Mills, out shopping?"

"Well, a bit, I just wanted to get out of the house. Off to college?"

"No, I have been, it was an early one, I am just unwinding before I go home, I'm not seeing Jase today, he is going in early to work."

"Yes, another football do this evening, so lot's of prep. Mind if I join you?"

"Gosh No, of course."

She went to the counter to order her coffee, I resumed looking at passers by.

"The quiet booth is empty," she said, "so I nabbed it, we can talk there, it is a bit busy here and I would like to ask you something."

"Oh? Okay, yes of course I'll come up there."

The quiet booth was right at the back of Jamaica. There was nothing beyond so there was little passing traffic and it had high back seats too, some of my friends called it the Private Booth. Good if you didn't want to be disturbed. I grabbed my bag and my latte and went to the back of the shop and sat in the booth next to Jase's mum. It wasn't a quiet booth in any sense, the general noise of the customers seemed to echo around, but it was difficult to overhear or be overheard, not individual words anyway.

"How are things Natalie, good?"

"Yes Mrs Mills, fine."

"Only, well, these tablets."

"Yes, the ones you and mum are taking, those?"

"Yes. Only, well, did you notice any side effects in your house?"

Now that was an interesting way to put it. Not if my mum had noticed any side effects, but if our house had.

"Yes, I guess we have."

"Sexual?"

"Yes."

"I am going to get really personal, and I really do not mind if you don't want to answer."

"That is okay Mrs Mills, nothing I won't talk about with you, honestly."

"Do you find yourself wanting sex all the time?"

"Actually no, not wanting."

"Oh. I see," she said looking surprised.

"But, I seem to be doing it all the time. I don't think of sex, it is just that it seems to happen a lot and I don't even think yes or no, I just do it. "

"Ah, yes, right Natalie, yes. That is it, that is it exactly."

"I don't spend all my time thinking of Jase and shagging him, but, well, if it becomes an option, then 'no' never springs into my mind, I just do."

"Can I ask, is that with just Jason, or have there been any other, er, incidents at home?"

"Er, no, not just with Jase, no."

"I see."

"Don't get angry with Jase Mrs Mills, but I know about you and him."

"I told him to keep that secret. But yes. It is not that I think of him all the time, but, well, it does just happen. I know we shouldn't, but it just feels okay."

"I am the same with my dad."

"Oh. I see, your dad too. It just happened?"

"Yes. It is like with Jase, we never intended to do it, Jase and I were just quite happy fooling around a bit, you know, just touching each other. One day, we just couldn't stop ourselves and we did, we went all the way. I later found out that that was about a week after mum started her new tablets. The same with dad, I never even thought about sex with dad, never tried to see him naked, never dreamt about him, then around the same time, it just happened."

She put her hand on my thigh and gently squeezed, looking at me intently. "Lots of things just seem to happen Natalie." She said quietly, "things we don't intend to happen, things we don't plan on, and then they just happen."

She paused and looked around, we were still pretty much being ignored and left to our own devices.

"And your mum?" She asked.

I squeezed her hand, "yes Mrs Mills, my mum too." I didn't want to tell her about my neighbours or college boys because I didn't want it to get back to Jase. "I was helping her shave, you know, down there," I wondered if that would make her think, "and I must have touched a few extra sensitive spots, and she, well. she, you know," Mrs Mills nodded as if she knew full well, "and then we ended up in bed taking it further, and it has happened a bit more since.

"Oh goodness, yes, moments just happen even when you are not thinking about it, I know just how your mum felt. I just sometimes, when I am with someone, get the strangest feelings. It is so odd, I am not thinking such thoughts, and then, it is just there, I think 'I wonder if...' I have no idea why or how it happens."

I took my hand off hers and moved it over an put it on her thigh and squeezed. "Feelings up here Mrs Mills?" I asked.

"God yes Natalie, almost uncontrollable feelings, feelings I would never have even thought about before."

I gently massaged her thigh, my hand moving further up her leg, her dress rucking up as I moved. "Feelings that don't feel wrong though Mrs Mills?"

"No Natalie they don't feel wrong and sometimes they are overwhelming."

I moved my hand further up and I was touching her panties. They were wet to the touch. "Is it like an itch that needs to be scratched Mrs Mills?"

She moved her legs so that they were as apart as they could be. I moved my fingers so that I was able to slide under the hem of her panties and touch her sex.

"Oh Natalie, yes, such an itch."

She was absolutely soaking to touch, my fingers slipped easily between her lips and into her valley. I ran my fingers up and then down, pressed lightly at her opening and then pulled my fingers away and bought them to my face. I sniffed them and then, fixing Mrs Mills eyes in mine, I licked my fingers. I think she had a small orgasm, her eyes rolled and she gasped.

"Yes, are we naughty Natalie, naughty to want to do things with people that we shouldn't?"

I took my fingers from my mouth and made a show of rolling my tongue across my lips. "No Mrs Mills, not naughty, not naughty at all."

"Would you come back to mine Natalie, I would like this conversation to be more private."

"That would be a pleasure Mrs Mills."

We grabbed our bags and headed to the car park. I followed her and her car was on the second floor, across next to a wall. She unlocked and opened the back door, "Pop your bags here," she said. I leant across her and dropped my bag into the rear behind her seat. "Oh God," she said.

"Are you okay Mrs Mills?"

She turned and held me, "I am not sure I can wait," she said, her eyes darting around the car park. I pulled her dress up and ran my fingers across her fanny, pulling her panties to one side I slid a finger into her and wiggled. God I so wanted to eat her, so go down on her, to lick her, to suck her. Her knees sagged and she stumbled back a little, groaning.

I pulled back, my finger leaving with a small slurping sound. "CCTV Mrs Mills, we should leave. We can be seen here and that would not be good, we have no idea who looks at the CCTV and what I would like to do I would rather only we saw." I knew what she meant about feeling and desires that suddenly came on when least expected. I was desperate to taste her, to run my finger along her sex and suck her clitoris.

On the journey back I wanted to use my fingers on her, but all the stuff in the middle of the car, gear sticks and armrests and things made it impossible, I had to wait, she had to wait. She drove us in silence, we both knew what was going to happen, we didn't need to verbalise it. She pulled her car onto the drive and almost ran to her front door. I grabbed my bag from behind her seat and followed her in. She was stood in the hallway waiting for me. I closed the door behind me and dropped the latch.

Mrs Mills looked at me. "Is this wrong, what I want?" She asked.

"To some, yes, probably Mrs Mills, but to me? No. I know why it happens; I accept that."

"It is so strange to me. Part of me says it is wrong, a bigger part of me says it doesn't matter."

I walked up to her, face to face, and as our eyes locked, I rubbed my hand over her dress and pressed at her fanny through layers of material, I still felt her heat. "It doesn't matter Mrs Mills. It doesn't matter."

She pressed my hand harder against her and said, "Let's go up."

I followed her up to their bedroom, eager to taste more of Jase's mum, to experience her delights. She wasted no time in her room, her dress was off and dropped on a chair, and as I was undoing my skirt, she had her bra off and was pulling her pants down, they were sodden and she threw them on the floor by the door, for rinsing I guessed.

We both went to the bed at the same time, and as she lay down, I couldn't help but look at her. Her boobs were bigger than mine or mums, and as she lay on her back, they drooped to the sides. Her tummy stuck out a bit, and her fanny was beautiful, inner lips peeking out, her clitoris proud and showing at the top, and as she opened her legs her valley was revealed, pink and glossy. I bent and licked her valley, from top to bottom, her breath gasping as my tongue flicked her clitoris.

Her taste was intoxicating, I loved that she wasn't fresh from the shower, I could smell and taste her, a faint urine undertone, but mostly woman, her, her musk, I just wanted to eat her. I licked and sucked, swallowed and tasted, all the time, Mrs Mills bucked and rolled as my tongue, lips and mouth gave her the pleasures that she wanted.

As I was working with my mouth, I pressed two fingers at her opening and slowly pushed inside, feeling for her wrinkle, pushing in as far as my fingers would go, and then opening them and scissoring her fanny insides. The heat from her fanny was intense, and she was slippery with desire.

"G'ah oh fuckshitbollocks," she gasped and her back went rigid and she started jerking, her fanny spasming, clamping my fingers, her breath just gulps. "Shiiiiitttttt!" and she screamed and then as quickly it was over, all tensions left and she flopped back on the bed.

"Oh my Natalie."

"Yes Mrs Mills."

"Call me Anne, Natalie, oh my God."

"Good one I guess?"

"Never had one like that before."

"It happens to me, sometimes they come out of nowhere. I don't know why, it just explodes."

"I didn't even take the time to wash, I always wash first, I am sorry, it can't have been nice down there."

"Oh Anne it was fabulous, I loved tasting and smelling the real you and I am hoping this won't be the only time. I do get a little fed up of clinically clean genitals."

"Oh, I had never thought about. Let's have a few minutes, then I would like to taste you, I have never been with a woman, and I am desperate to taste you, but I do need a moment."

"Oh yes, I really want your tongue in my valley Anne, I want to feel you lick and suck my clitoris, but, I can wait. Well, for a moment or two."

"Mike, Jase's dad, has a preference, it seems, for behind, not in front."

"Oh? Jase and I tried that, Jase said it was okay, but he preferred my fanny, I didn't get much out of it to be honest. Some of my friends are saving themselves for marriage, so only let their boyfriends go behind."

"Well, as things are, Mike goes behind and Jason in front. It leaves me a little sore, not in a bad way, but having everything used can be, well, painful a bit."

I knew exactly what she meant. I also knew that she had shagged both Jase and Mr Mills at the same time, like me and Tim and Tom, but I wasn't supposed to know that. "Well, I guess it would be sore if you did them at the same time, crumbs."

"Oh, I didn't mean... Oh never mind." She moved down the bed and I parted my legs as she lay between them, sniffing me, taking in my aroma, her breath starting a tickle in my sex as she moved closer. "I may do this wrong, I have never..."

"Just do what you like having done to you, that will be perfect, in fact it is getting that way already," I interrupted her. Eyes closed, I lay back and enjoyed the feeling of my boyfriend's mum's mouth on my fanny.

When I got home I dived in the shower. As much as I enjoyed my session with Jase's mum, she had pretty much soaked me, wow did she ever get wet. I wonder if she used to be like that. I have nothing to go on, it's all a new thing to me, I don't have a history of sex premedication to compare with.

I was standing in the bathroom brushing my hair when I heard the front door open.

"Hello" Dad called upstairs.

"Hi Dad," I shouted back, "I am just in the bathroom."

I heard dad fussing around downstairs and then on the stairs coming up.

"Alright love?" He asked, popping his head around the door. No privacy anymore in our house. We all slept together, we all ate together, we all shagged together."

"Yes dad, college was a bit dull, hardly anyone there, seems most couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, their loss."

"As you say, they are the ones that will miss out and that will all help you when it comes to getting a job, you will be more knowledgeable and rounded."

I was still brushing my hair and was looking at dad in the mirror, I hadn't wrapped a towel around me after the shower, so dad had a nice view of my bottom. "What you up to? You're home early."

"Yes, the other team are brainstorming again, so I decided to just leave them to it, luckily for me as it gives me some daddy daughter time."

"Yes dad, and lucky me too." As much as I love a spot of fanny time, and I do, I really do, and I had to promise Jase's mum that I would go back, I much prefer the feeling of a cock, and dad, well, he has a good one. "Mind you dad, you are a bit overdressed, have I to play hide and seek?"

"See you in our room when you are done sweetheart." Our room now. I finished brushing and wrapped a band about my hair leaving it in a high pony. Roll on in my armpits, under my boobs and in the small of my back. I looked in the mirror and decided dad would be pleased with what I could see.

Dad had pulled the covers on the bed back and was sitting on one side, his feet on the floor. I scooted up and sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest. "I love your chest dad." as I snuggled against him. I pressed my boobs against his back and my pubis against his bottom, it was as close to him as I could get. He had a warm masculine odour, not sweaty, and certainly not perfumed or flowery soapy, just masculine. Jase often smelled the same nowadays, and I loved that. Too many boys at college seemed to think we girls liked them to pour aftershave all over themselves. I had to explain to Jase the error of that, and now he just smelled of him, much nicer.

I lowered my right arm and felt for his cock, hard and ready. I swivelled around him and sat facing him on his lap, his cock pressing into my valley, and I kissed him, my tongue tracing his lips before delving inside. Dad put his arms around me and squeezed me to him, crushing me and kissing back, his hands spread across my back, holding me tight to him.

"We don't get enough time like this baby girl," he said between kisses, "these times are precious."

I knew what he meant, too often we just shagged, we never seemed to take the time to hug, to hold each other, to kiss, it just seemed to be always shag. I held his face in my hands as I kissed, tracing his nose and his eyebrows, fingers on his forehead, just lightly touching, holding, experiencing. I raised my hips a little and dad's cock moved forward, and as I settled back down, his cock entered me and I sat, not moving, this was just an intimate hug.

"I love you inside me dad, I love that feeling, your cock just seems to fit me so well."

"Sweetheart, I love being inside you too, I love how your fanny wraps around me and sucks me in tight."

Dad lay back, taking me with him, his cock still inside me, our mouths still kissing, our arms holding each other. I slowly began to rock, just gently moving on dad's cock, feeling it slide inside me, rubbing my wrinkle, my clitoris pressing against dad's pubis, just pleasure. But a shag too.