Sasha and I had dated through junior high and right into our senior year of high school. Somewhere along about the tenth grade, we finally managed to do it. But sex at that age, was more of a “did you do it or not do it?” social thing and for me, it was simply a bragging point, for the most part.
Then, in my senior year, things changed. Suddenly, I craved having sex and it seemed like I walked around with a perpetual hard-on.
Sasha wasn’t having any of it. She had taken a vow of celibacy, which I thought was stupid. What eighteen-year girl decides to be celibate?
So, I stopped by Sasha’s house one day to pick her up to go hang out at the mall. Sasha’s mother, who was divorced and a single mother, and who was very cool, told me that Sasha had left with friends to go to the mall. I was disappointed because I had been looking forward to hanging out with Sasha, and to perhaps convince her to give up on her celibate lifestyle.
Sasha’s mother, who was an exact replica of Sasha, asked me into the house. She suggested I simply hang around and wait for Sasha to come back. I didn’t see any harm in hanging around waiting for Sasha. Sasha’s mom was a cool mom and at times, it was hard to tell who was mom, and who was daughter.
I stepped into the house. Sasha’s mother offered me something to drink and I willingly accepted her offer. Sasha’s mother handed me a coke and then she took up a seat on a chair opposite where I was seated on the couch. Her very short one-piece, flower-print, hip-hugging, bosom-exposing dress rode up high on her suntanned and bare legs. She crossed her arms and told me she had a personal question to ask of me.
“Shoot,” I replied.
“You and Sasha aren’t having sex anymore,” she said. Whoa. Her statement caught me totally off guard.
“No,” I quickly replied. I didn’t know if her declaration was an instruction or an inquiry.
I was openly affectionate with Sasha around her mother, which had never drawn any comments from either Sasha or her mother. Of course, I was always careful to mind my manners and keep my passions on the down-lo, so as to not draw any undue attention or criticisms from Sasha’s mom.
I was pretty sure Sasha’s mother knew were had been sexually active because Sasha was on the pill at the insistence of her mother. On more than one occasion, I had overheard Sasha’s mother tell her, “Be careful and don’t make any mistakes you might later regret.”
So as I sat on the sofa, with Sasha’s mother sitting across from me, I asked Sasha’s mother, who went by “Christie” if she was dating anyone.
“Oh, Lord! No!” she shot back.
“Why?” I pressed. “You’re just as pretty as Sasha. I just kind of figured you’d have a bevy of guys lining up to date you.”
She laughed, and said, “I’m too old to be dating.”
“You’re not old,” I replied.
“I’m thirty-four,” she replied.
I was astonished. While Christi looked much younger than thirty-four, I had assumed she was closer to forty, given the fact that Sasha was eighteen.
“No way!” I shot back, doing the math in my head.
“You had Sasha when you were sixteen?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “Her father and I hooked up one night. It wasn’t a planned pregnancy, which is why I always tell Sasha to be careful.”
“So where is Sasha’s dad?” I asked.
“He abandoned us, and I don’t know what happened to him after I told him I was pregnant. He wanted me to get an abortion and I refused, so he simply dumped me.”
I was shocked.
“I’m happy you didn’t get an abortion,” I replied.
“Yeah, lucky you,” Christi replied. “You’d still be jerking off for fun, had I gone through with an abortion.”
“We’re not sexually active,” I replied.
“Yeah, right….” Christi sarcastically responded. “I’m not dumb.”
“We’re not,” I repeated. “Sasha is on this celibacy thing, so I have been cut off. She says I have to wait until we get married and that isn’t happening any time soon.”
Christi looked surprised. I reassured her I was telling the truth.
Christi shifted in her seat, her one-piece outfit riding higher up her tanned thigh, exposing more of her leg to me than she probably realized she was showing off.
“Poor you,” Christi remarked. “Going through a lot of hand lotions, I bet.”
I laughed.
“Somewhat,” I replied. “But I am managing.”
Christi laughed. She shifted again in the chair, uncrossing her sexy legs and then re-crossing them as she hand-flipped a long lock of her very long jet-black hair back over her shoulder.
“Can I ask you another personal question?” she pressed.
“Sure,” I replied. Like I said, ours was a special relationship and I had nothing to hide.
“Do you find me sexually attractive?” she asked.
I had not anticipated this question any more than the previous one. I didn’t hesitate in my answer and before I could catch myself, I simply replied, “Yes.”
I instinctively knew my answer was probably the wrong answer.
“What’s my best asset that turns you on?” Christi pressed.
Damn. I was in deep trouble. I had secretly admired Christi’s overt sexuality, on several occasions, but out of respect for Sasha and for her mother, I had never acted out on my secret fantasy or thoughts.
“You’ve got a nice ass,” I matter-of-factly replied.
Christi shifted again in her seat. Then, she silently stood up, turned and placed her hands on the chair back and as she leaned forward, facing away from me, she reached behind herself and silently pulled her one-piece up, baring her entire buttocks to me.
“So, tell me,” she pressed, cupping her buttocks, “What the best thing about my ass that you like?”
I was speechless. I mean, really, speechless.
Christi spun around, her one-piece outfit hiked up high enough to show off her pink thong, which barely covered what needed to be covered.
“I would think the front side would be more appealing to you.” she bemusingly pressed.
Well, damn. I was simply awestruck by her boldness. I had spent quite a bit of time in the house and never, not once, had Chrsti every approached me in such a blatantly sexual manner.
“I’m eighteen! What the fuck?” I declared.
Christi laughed out loud, as she plopped back down on to the seat across from me, her legs spread wide, Sharon Stone style, her bare feet resting on the floor. There was no attempt to hide the obvious. She silently slipped her fingers in along the edges of her t-back, as she attempted to make some readjustments.
I closed my eyes and reopened them.
“Don’t tell me,” she pressed, “I am embarrassing you.”
“Embarrassing?” I replied, “No. Maybe more like teasing me and frustrating me.”
“There’s no need to be frustrated,” she shot back. “Feel free to pull it out and I’ll be glad to relieve you of any frustrations.”
I couldn’t believe the mother of my girlfriend was coming on to me. I was speechless.
She shifted in her seat in front of me.
“I bet you have a big cock,” she remarked. “Show me your cock.”
Her dirty talk surprised me. She bit down on her lower lip and proffered a very pronounced wink at me.
“If I pull out my dick,” I replied, “We might end up doing something we both might regret.”
“What?” she shot back. “Would fucking be a bad thing? You are such a stud!”
I reiterated that I was only eighteen and that I had only had sex once.
“I can teach you,” she pressed back. “I’m sooooo horny. You don’t want to turn me down, do you?”
Well damn.
She stood up and sauntered over to where I was still seated on the couch. She parted my feet with a toe-tap and then stepped between my knees, pressing her bare knees against my crotch, as she looked down at me, her hands on her hips. She pushed against my raging hard-on.
“Please don’t deny me,” she pleaded as she looked down at me, slowly working her one-piece up around her svelte waist. I could easily make out the outlines of her vagina, as her moisture-soaked t-back clung to the outlines of her puffy little vagina.
I silently leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her exposed abdomen, as she placed her hands on to my head and held me in place. I grabbed her butt cheeks with my hands and dug in my fingertips, as I continued to press in against her flat and chiseled abdomen. Varo was a workout freak and it showed.
There was no denying the sweet musty scent of sex mixing with her perfume that was filling my nostrils.
I looped my fingers into the sides of her t-back and peeled then down her thighs and past her knees. She wiggled her sexy legs and the small piece of cloth fell to her ankles, where she stepped out of them, once leg at a time.
She had a small thin strip of very closely cropped back pubic hair that lead to her glory spot. I traced her landing strip with my forefinger, moving it downward, slowly and deliverable to the slit between her legs, slipping my finger past her hooded gate and into her vagina. Her hands were on my head, her fingers interlocked. She let out a soft hum of approval as I dipped my finger into her vagina, working my finger back and forth very slowly.
Without warning, she launched herself on to my lap, pressing her lips to mine, deep-throating me passionately. Oh! My! God! She was out of control.
She stripped out of her once-piece, pulling it over her head. Her bra quickly followed as she stripped naked while sitting on my lap, facing me.
Her boobs were all-natural and perfectly shaped, with light pink areolas and perky little nipples perched on top of them. She pressed a boob up to my face and told me to “suck on it.” I did as she instructed.
She was practically out of control. She ground herself against my covered erection, simulating copulation.
“If you don’t stop,” I warned, “I’ll blow my load in my pants.”
“Well,” she replied, “we can’t have that happen.”
She slipped off my lap and knelt between my parted legs. She fumbled with the snap and zipper to my jeans, eventually gaining access to what she had been wanting to see and feel. She stripped me of my jeans and my boxer shorts.
She studied my erection for only a brief few seconds, as she hand-whipped her long black hair back over her soft shoulders. Then, suddenly, “Oh my Lord.” She slipped my cock into the wonderful confines of her mouth, deepthroating me in the process. My balls tightened and I just knew I was going to blow my load right down the back of her throat.
She pulled off my cock and relaunched herself on to my lap, pushing the head of my cock into her voluptuous vagina, which seemingly sucked my tool inside of her. She dug her fingernails into my shoulders, and she thrust her tits into my face as she rocked back and forth, grinding herself against me, her guttural moans of pleasure growing louder and louder. She lowered her head and began to tremble, her arms stiffening and her fingers digging even deeper into my shoulders. She laid her head into the nape of my neck and for a brief second, she went limp, her entire body trembling. She quickly recovered and resumed rocking back and forth, then up and down, my cock slipping out of her vagina. She reinserted me and stared straight into my eyes, biting down on her lower lip.
“Fucking cum,” she demanded.
I suggested changing positions. I laid back on the couch and she mounted me. We then changed to the more man-on-top and I drilled my cock deep inside of her. Her eyes fluttered and she trembled, her legs wrapping around me.
We ended up changing positions several more times. How I managed to find the stamina to keep things going, I’ll never know.
I asked her to let me fuck her from behind and she was more than willing to make the accommodation.
“But I don’t do anal stuff,” she said.
“Anal?”
“You know, in the ass,” she replied. The thought of doing something like that had never crossed my mind.
I drilled my tool into her steaming hot, dripping wet pussy. She grunted with each thrust I made, slapping myself up against her ass, as I held on to her hips. She peered over her shoulder and back in my direction.
“Fucking cum!” she demanded.
My balls tightened and I could feel the first jet of my best stuff shooting deep inside of her. Oh yeah. My cum dripped out of her pussy and on to the bedsheets. She lowered her head and beat on the bed with her clinched, white-knuckled fists.
“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed as I continued to pump my cock in and out of her swollen pussy. Suddenly, she collapsed forward and on to her stomach, her legs spread, as a small rope of my last shot of cum shot across buttocks and her lower back. I fell forward on top of her and then I rolled on to my back, pulling her over and on top of me. We lie there taking it all in for the longest time.
I had never imagined fucking my cheerleader girlfriend’s mom, but it happened. And, it wouldn’t be the first time either. She couldn’t get enough of my nine-inch steel rod and so began, a great secret tryst between the two of us. Sasha stuck to her celibacy vow, which didn’t bother me in the least. Her sex-starved mother, more than filled in the gap for me.
