Mother teaches daughter’s boyfriend how to jingle her bells…It was Christmas evening, and Suzy and I were spending it with her mother because Suzy’s dad was out of town taking care of his sick father. I think Suzy’s grandfather was dying, but Suzy’d never been close to him. So, we came over to keep her company. Tomorrow, we’d go visit my mom and dad.
We were all in the living room drinking hot buttered rums, after we’d exchanged gifts, with Christmas music playing in the background.
Suzy and her mom look a lot alike in the face. They both have pixie cut brown hair, thin eyebrows, a thin nose, green eyes, and luscious lips (I’d always thought Susy’s best feature was her lips). But, from the personality perspective, they were opposites. Suzy is quite shy, and frankly, prudish. Her mom, on the other hand, was outgoing and gregarious. She was also a touchy feely kind of a person, unlike her daughter, who needed three feet of personal space, unless we were kissing. I exaggerate, but you get the idea. Of course, I’m sure the hot buttered rums had something to do with gregarious behavior. She’s had two for every one I’d drunk, and I have no idea how many she’d had before we arrived. She was beginning to slur her words when we first arrived, and it was getting worse with each rum she’d downed. Another difference between mother and daughter is that Suzy can’t hold her alcohol. Give her two drinks and she’s out. I looked over at her as I thought about her. Yep, she was out, though her eyes did flicker occasionally behind the eyelids. Probably REM sleep, I thought.
Probably the biggest difference though, is that Suzy’s nineteen, like me. Her mom is forty-five. She had C cups, but they rode lower on her chest than Suzy’s. Her hips were decidedly spread in the way that an older woman’s body ages – especially after having had a child. You could see the outlines of her more rebenesque behind because of the way her dress hung. Suzy had a much more refined, firmer, teen ass. I liked to grab a cheek in each hand as I kissed her luscious lips.
Mrs. French and I were sitting on the love seat, very close together, because Suzy had taken over the whole couch. She had her hand on the middle of my thigh. “How serious are you about Suzy?” she was inquiring.
“Ummmmm, I don’t know.” I flustered. “I’m only nineteen. I like her enough that we’re going steady. But, I’m way too young for marriage yet.” I said, a bit uncomfortably.
“Have you and Suzy fucked yet?” he said, pointedly.
I was shocked. “Mrs. French!”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude.” She slurred, overriding my protest.
I looked over at Suzy for some support, but she was out like a light, not REM sleep anymore, but the deeper sounder sleep. She was snoring quietly.
“Oh, don’t worry about her hearing you and waking up. She’s always slept like the dead. Now, answer my question.” she demanded.
“Well. Since we’re talking straight to each other (thankful for the two rums I’d had), the answer is no. I’ve got to second base a few times, but she won’t let me touch her down there.” I replied, just as pointedly back at her (I hoped).
“Well, if you had got into her panties, I would have had to congratulate you. I know my daughter’s a prude. Her father has reinforced ‘saving herself for marriage’ so many times, I’m sick of hearing it. And I’m her mother.” She said, confidingly.
“Are you a virgin?” She asked bluntly. “Or are you also saving yourself for marriage?”
“Mrs. French,” I said, “I think you’re more than a little drunk. Let’s talk about something less… personal.
But she overrode me, putting her hand on my chest like she was miming ‘stop’. “Because if you said yes, I was going to offer you my experience as a special Christmas treat. I believe it’s after midnight” she said, looking at her watch. “It’s my special Christmas present just for you.”
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, silencing any protests I could’ve made. Her hand drifted from my chest down to my crotch.
“What about your husband?” I managed to whisper between kisses.
She grabbed me by the shoulders, and stepped back. Looking me straight in the eye, she stated, “He hasn’t wanted me for the past five years. That’s why I drink so much. When I drink myself to sleep at night, I don’t think about what I’m not getting. Thinking about it was getting me all frustrated and then I never got to sleep. Alcohol is my sleepeez. But, tonight we could help out each other, right?” she said, hugging me. “I’ll teach you everything I know. Promise.” A tongue slipped into my ear. “And you can give me what I’ve needed for the past five years”
The true reason I was resisting was finally pushed to the surface. “I’ve uhhh, I’ve never screwed before.” I admitted, a bit ashamed. “I’m afraid I’ll screw up or something. I’m a virgin.”
“Shhhhhh,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “I’m the teacher and teacher says, follow me.”
She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. “Turn on all the lights. There’s going to be some show and tell to start with, and I want you to see everything clearly.” she looked at me lecherously.
I began turning on lights as Mrs. French pulled her ‘ugly Christmas sweater’ over her head. But, she was still moving toward the bed with the sweater covering her eyes. She tripped, and fortunately, fell onto the bed. The skirt she was wearing flipped up and gave me a flash of granny panties, before falling back into place. Mrs. French got her knees up on the bed. The sweater was still stuck on her head. She wiggled her ass as she struggled with it. I laughed out loud, but I was staring shamelessly at Mrs. French’s exposed ass. Even panty-clad, as it was, it still gave my dick a jolt.
She finally got the sweater off her head, and had turned over, sitting on that fine motherly ass I’d just been ogling. Her glasses had come off, and were most likely stuck somewhere in the sweater. Her hair was full of static electricity, so her pixie cut hair was standing on end, kind of like a dandelion gone to seed. Underneath was a more attractive face, though. Wow, she’s way more of a babe, with her glasses off, I thought.
Free’d of the sweater, she pulled the undershirt she had on, over her head, showing that she was braless. I could understand why Mrs. French went without one. Her less than C cup breasts didn’t need it, though they sagged a lttle. The quarter sized areola and pencil eraser nipples of dark brown contrasted nicely with the alabaster flesh of her breast. She lay down on the bed, head on the pillow, while she pulled off her skirt. Then came her granny undies, exposing something that didn’t look at all like a granny pussy. It looked pretty plump and juicy to me, not at all shriveled. This was about as far as I’d ever gotten with appreciating the female anatomy based on Playboy’s. I was seeing my first pussy, and a mature one at that. Her pubic hair matched the sandy brown color on top of her head and I could see her pussy lips peeking out through the bush.
She put her knees up and spread her legs wide. “C’mere.” she said, silkily.
I did a quick c’mere, landing with my face pressed into her open gash. “Not so fast, Cowboy. I promised you a show and tell first. Now sit there like a good boy.” she admonished.
She drew her knees up till her thighs were pressed on her boobs, locking her elbows through her knees to brace them. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy, pulling her outer pussy lips far to the sides.
“This is my pussy.” She instructed, “And you see that little bud like looking thing at the top of mu pussy? That’s called my cliterrrrrusssss.” she couldn’t say it properly with her words so slurred. “That is my clit. You can touch it if you want. Just lick your finger first, so you don’t chafe me there. It’s really sensitive. It’s like the bundle of nerves in your foreskin that really gets you off. You see the little hood halfway covering the bud? Pull it back if you can, and lick the head with the tip of your tongue. It’s a delicious feeling to a woman. You can keep licking while you put a finger in my pussy hole. You see it? It’s the big hole under my little pee hole, see?” she said, putting the tip of an index into it.
I pushed my finger all the way into the indicated passage.
“Oh yeah. Now lick my clit, Use the flat of your tongue and really lick it. Then go back to butterfly kisses with the tip. Alternate, see? And keep pumping your finger in my pussy. In fact, add another one. And, I think if you add a third, your fingers will approximate the width of your dick. Teach my pussy how much meat it’s going to get to eat.”
“This is way better than Playboy.” I said, sincerely.
She giggled. “Why thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I need to show you my asshole too. It needs to be treated properly, so I will teach you.” She said, rolling her hips forward and raising her ass higher by supporting her lower back with her hands. Her feet were beside her ears.
“Can you see my pucker hole yet?” she asked.
“I can if I pull your ass cheeks apart.” I said.
“Duhhh, she said. I can’t do all the work.”
So, of course, I spread her ass cheeks so I could get a close inspection.
“So you see the ring there, and the little hole in the middle that the poop comes through? – don’t worry, no poop. I took a shit and shower before you got here today.” she said vulgarly. I nodded.
“The ring is called my sphincter, and it’s sensitive like my clit is sensitive, only the feelings are different. So go real slow. It also doesn’t like to be chafed, so wet you finger real good in my pussy, before putting it in my ass. Pump your finger in and out a few times.”
I did as instructed, and quickly had my finger lubed and directed at her pucker hole. I pushed the tip in. I could feel the resistance from her hole, so I backed off, then pushed again. It went in a little further this time.
“Go slow.” she said. “Just keep up a slow, steady pressure now, till your finger is bottomed out… OK, it’s in all the way. Now, pull back out slowly. Wait for any resistance to go away, then you can speed up. But also, add another finger. Go back to my pussy and lubricate two fingers, Then you can push them in. I do this all the time before I’ll use my dildo there. That’s why I know this works. But it sure feels better having you do it, than me doing it to myself.”
She let me have a couple of minutes to experiment around. I even got the idea, to push my other two fingers into her pussy while my other two fingers were fucking her ass.
“You’ve got me really turned on now, baby, but my back is starting to hurt, and it’s my turn to get you ready, anyway.” she said, lowering her hips to the bed, and sitting up, reaching for my cock.
“But, Mrs. French, you’ve already got me rock hard.” I said, pointing down.
“Hmmm, so you are. The advantages of youth.” She said, leaning forward to kiss the head of my prick. “In that case, get over here and fuck me.” she said laying down on her back and spreading her legs.
I dove onto her, spearing her with my dick in my urgency. I didn’t even aim. My dick just seemed to know where to go. And then, I was balls deep in my first pussy! It felt soooooooooo goooooooooood. Like someone was sliding velvet up and down the shaft of my cock.
“Oooof,” Mrs. French exclaimed. Then, “Oh!” and “Ah!”
I felt like a rabbit in heat. I slammed into her at a rapid fire pace. It didn’t last long, either. This was my first time, and I was just happy the my dick got to her pussy before I came. I’m sure it wasn’t much pleasure for Mrs. French.
“Sorry.” I said, turning red with embarrassment. “I tried to hold it as long as I could.”
“Oh sweety. There’s no worries. That’s why God made young boys with rapid recuperative abilities. Haven’t you ever masturbated twice in a row before? No? Well don’t worry. I’ll just have more fun time sucking your cock, before you unload again. Watch.” she said, rolling me off of her and onto my back so she could get at my cum covered cock.
She swallowed me and worked her lips up and down my shaft. It didn’t take more than a minute for me to be back to full erection.
“My goodness.” Mrs. French exclaimed, “you recovered even faster than I thought you could. So… I can continue to give you a blowjob till you cum, or you can fuck my ass. Don’t worry, though. I want you to feel what it’s like in every one of my holes, so what you turn down this go round, will be available in the next.”
“Three times?” I thought out loud, but to myself I also thought ‘and here I’ve been happy with only masturbating once a day’.
“I promise you can do it.” she said, knowingly.
“I really want your ass,” I said. “It turns me on terrible to think of my dick in ‘the dirty place’.”
Mrs. French continued to nurse my dick back to full health, then, positioned herself with her ass in the air and her head on the pillow, She spread her ass cheeks with her hands.
“You already lubed me up, remember? You must always lube your woman up first, so you don’t hurt her. Never forget that.” she re-emphasized. “Now just go slow. You’ll feel the resistance from my sphincter. Just push steady against it. No lurches! Use your hand to keep your dick straight, till you get the head through my ass ring. Then just lean in and let your dick do the work. My ass cavity will expand to accept you.”
I slid slowly and inexorably in. I watched Mrs. French’s little ‘ass mouth’ as it slowly swallowed all of my eight inches. It was such pleasant agony. I really wanted to shove my dick as far in as I could go, as quickly as I could, but I held off. Finally, the pubic hairs at the base of my dick were tickling her anal ring. I pulled back out, just as slowly, watching that little ass mouth as it reluctantly let loose of my member.
“That’s real good, honey. You’ve got me primed.” She coo’d. “Now give it to me good.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I slammed my dick home, slapping her ass cheeks with my pelvis. In and out. In and out. Harder. Then harder still. Mrs. French was making little ‘hoof’ sounds with each lunge. I am proud to say, I lasted quite a bit longer this time than the first, probably even five minutes, before I couldn’t take the build up in my balls any longer.
“I’m cummmmiiiiii nnnnngggggg.” I shouted.
“So am IIIIIIIIIIIII.” I heard in response.
“Give me your man cum. Slam my ass with your man cum. Fill me up.” she demanded.
I was happy to oblige.
My dick pumped three, maybe four loads into her before emptying. I kept fucking her well after I’d finished cumming. I wanted Mrs. French to finish her orgasm, or was it her second in a row? Anyway, I kept pumping for as long as she kept moaning.
I was still hard, though thoroughly spent. My dick didn’t feel all that sensitive anymore, but the feel on my enveloped cock was still unbelievable. I lay down on top of Mrs. French with my cock still buried in her ass. I put my head on her shoulder, my lips near her ear.
“That was intense.” I told her.
“Mmmmmmmm.” she replied.
We just lay there that way. Not moving, not saying anything till my dick softened and plopped out of her ass.
I rolled off her and looked into her face. Mrs. French was fast asleep, even snoring slightly. I curled up beside her, my head on the pillow next to her. Oh well, I thought. I guess the blowjob can wait till morning.
