Mother grooms her son through his fetish for her lingerie

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She was an attractive 40 year old red head, living on a housing estate the opposite end of town to me.

I embellished the lie with a husband away a lot of the time working on the Scottish oil Rigs.

Once we reached home we worked together to unload the van.

I took advantage of Simone’s finely toned body and together we carried all the studio equipment up stairs into my bedroom. It took us three trips.

The house was hot after being shut up for the morning and both of ushers soon sweating with the effort.

Without thinking I stripped off my sweat-soaked ‘T’ shirt and threw it into the bathroom as I passed, planning to pick up a fresh one before we returned to college.

Simmi was still wearing only her bra and jeans and I found myself climbing the stairs behind her, studying beads of sweat on her arms and shoulder and the erotic sway of her slim hips.

She in turn seemed fascinated with the hair on my back on the return journey downstairs.

Once I felt the thrill of her hand running up and down the hairs on my back.

With everything placed generally where I wanted it, we sat down on my bed to catch our breath.

“Would you like a cold drink Simmi?” I asked.

But she wasn’t listening. She was looking around the room.

Do you bring her here to screw, in this bed?” She asked, her eyes searching the room for clues.

“Bring who?”I said.

“The fucking middle-aged MILF slut of course”

“Christ No, with my mother here. She’s a worse detective then you!”

“So where do you fuck her Jacko – her house I suppose?”

Her eyes settled on the pile of lingerie catalogues Sue and I had used to plan our lingerie shoot.

Before I could stop her, she reached across and began leafing through them.

Inevitably she spotted the stockings and suspenders we had chosen for Sue and ringed with red pen.

“This what you like your women to wear?” She asked pointing to a beautiful pair of black seamed stockings with exquisite lace tops and matching 6 strap suspender belt.

“Let me see,” I said reaching out a hand for the catalogue.

But Simmi was too cute for me and tore out the photo before I could protest.

“Fucking hell Simmi, what did you do that for?” I protested, but she had already folded it and popped it into her jeans pocket.

Then her manner softened and once again she took my hand and leaned close to me.

“If I dressed like this for you,would you be my regular fuck-buddy?” she said seductively.

Then without warning she reached behind her, unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Instantly my trouser friend was standing up, paying homage to Simone’s full white breasts and pink schoolgirl nipples.

Then in one quick movement she half stood up, put her legs between mine and with one hand pushed me back onto the bed. Then she knelt down onto the floor in the classic position to give head.

Even a newcomer to sex like me could guess what was going to happen!

As my prick stiffened and bulged in my pants, I raised myself up on both elbows to watch. An eager participant.

If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it!

She had blows guys before, it was obvious. She knew hat she was doing.

She began by running a long finger nail over the outside of my bulging erection following the arching curve of my shaft from base to head? Then with a quick twist of the wrist she flipped oped the top button of my jeans.

Another slow gripping survey along my shaft, a probing scan of my face, then she slowly, very slowly lowered my zip, revealing the throbbing mound concealed in my shorts.

She slowly drew the point of one long fingernail up my shaft and stoked under the rim of for my cockhead.

The sight of those beautiful talons so close to my cock made me shudder with anticipation.

I arched my back as she grasped the waistband of my jeans together with my shorts, and shimmied them down my thighs, slowly, teasing me, down my hairy legs and around my ankles. Then she held them to her nose, inhaled the smell of me, my drying cum and body sweat, before tossing them to one side of the bedroom.

Her eyes widened as she gazed again at my thick black cock with its engorged purple head standing erect, gently jerking back and forth, straining to go. Great purple veins stood out along the length of my shaft.

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