Sunday’s with Mrs. T.
The next morning, I awoke to noises in the kitchen. My head was still pounding, most likely the hangover. Jimmy was getting ready for work, and Mrs. T was eating her breakfast. I threw my pants on and went to get a cup of coffee. Mrs. T smiled and blew a kiss at me as I walked into the kitchen.
Poor Jimmy looked like a walking zombie. I’m sure he was still feeling the effects of the booze from last night. But he had to get to work. He worked every extra shift he could, trying to make some extra cash for his car, and his girlfriend. I was working two jobs, as well. But both my jobs were closed on Sundays. I had planned to work on Jimmy’s car while he was at work.
After Jimmy left, and I finished my third cup of coffee, I made my way out to the garage to get started. It wasn’t long before Mrs. T came out. She was wearing her gardening clothes, a white tee shirt and bib like shorts. Her was hair pulled up, and tied with a bow. She looked sexier than the poster girls on the walls.
She leaned over the fender and cut right to the chase. She asked me if I had ever had sex with a woman before. My wrench slipped, smashing my finger. She laughed and asked again. Other than a hand job from a MILF, and some making out with my girlfriend, I hadn’t. She then asked if I’d planned on being intimate with my girlfriend—taste her, touch her, make her feel special. Something else I had not done yet, but I was more than willing to.
Mrs. T went over and sat down on the makeshift couch. It was a bench seat out of an old Ford pick-up truck. She tapped her hand on the seat next to her, while curling her index finger for me to sit next to her. I wiped my hands with my shop rag, taking a seat next to her. Mrs. T turned to me and told me to kiss her. Telling me that she was going to show me how to properly kiss a woman.
We turned to each other, I kissed her lips. Kind of like the way I’d kiss my mom or my aunt. Mrs. T wasn’t impressed, she looked at me peculiarly. Then we leaned into each other. Our lips meet, our mouths opened, our tongues tangled together. Our heads twisted from side to side. I had never dreamed I’d be kissing Mrs. T liked this.
She put her right hand around me, pulling me in tighter. My young lust grabbed hold of her breast and squeezed. Mrs. T pushed me back, and told me to “keep it in first gear.” So I pumped the brakes, and let her set the pace.
Mrs. T kissed me slowly, she moved from my mouth to my ear lobe. She nibbled on my ear lobe, sending chills over the back of my neck. My cock instantly started straining in my jeans, I needed to make some adjustments. But I was also trying to make it look not so obvious. I started to lean back on the bench, as Mrs. T seemed to take the wheel.
I put my hand on her back and slid it down to her ass. While keeping my lust in neutral, I rubbed her ass cheeks lightly. Mrs. T let a soft moan into my mouth. I put a little more pressure on her ass. I had fallen back to the point where I was now on my back, with her on top of me.
She straddled me tightly, pressing herself against my crotch. I held her ass with both hands. Mrs. T started grinding her crotch against the bulge in my pants. Our mouths still locked together, she dug herself into me even harder. I let out a little “ouch” as she pressed against my curled hardening cock, trapped in my jeans.
Mrs. T reached between us and undid my top button, pulling my zipper down. Her fingers pulled my cock out, her hand moved with delicate precision. She resumed kissing me, rubbing her pussy on my hard cock. Our breathing picked up, my pulse raced. Her breast pressed against my chest, as she kept grinding her pussy into me. My hands stayed firmly on her ass. Squeezing her ass harder, but also keeping myself from revving my desires too high. Mrs. T wrapped her arm around my neck. Keeping her tongue in my mouth the entire time.
She broke our embrace, putting both her hands on my chest. She was still grinding her crotch on my cock moaning a little louder. I held her by the waist, wondering to myself if I should shift gears now. I grabbed the clasps to her bibs and undid them. The straps flew over her shoulders. The front fell down. I could see her hardening nipples through her tight, white shirt.
I gently pinched them, being careful not to get stalled by her again. She picked her pace up slightly, grinding into me faster. My hands fell to the bottom of her shirt. I then slid my hand under it, up to her tits. I cupped them from the sides, watching her facial expressions the whole time. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, as she dry humped me.
Her hands rubbed my chest. I followed her lead and rubbed her tits the same way she rubbed my chest. I watched her, as my fingers grazed across her nipples, taking care not to pinch them at first. But I had to see for myself. I lightly pinched both of them in unison.
Mrs. T pulled her shirt off. She cupped her breast and held her nipple to my mouth. She instructed me to kiss it, and suck lightly. She told me to lick her nipple and her areola, in a circular motion, and flick it on her nipple. I put my mouth to her nipple. My tongue raced laps on her areola, taking short breaks to flick her nipple with my tongue.
Mrs. T pulled her bib shorts off and laid back on the bench. She rubbed her fingers on her smooth pussy. I could see it glisten with her juices. She slipped a finger between her labia and spread them open. It wasn’t the first pussy I’d ever seen, but it was the prettiest. She asked me where I thought I should start.
I lowered myself between her legs. I kissed along her inner thighs, from her knees to her pussy. The intoxicating smell of her filling my nose. Mrs. T pointed to the top of her pussy, and told me to put my lips on it. A moan escaped her lips, as my lips made contact with the hood of her pussy.
My tongue instinctively darted out and slipped between her pussy lips. Both of her hands grabbed my head. She moved my head up and down her slit. I licked every part my tongue could reach. The taste of her was making me salivate, to the point drool was running down my chin.
Her hands released my head. I put my hands on her legs, pulling her pussy open, exposing her completely. Seeing her opening made my cock the hardest I’d ever felt it. My tongue took aim at her opening, as I slipped it into her as far as it could reach. I curled my tongue upward, swiping it side to side. Mrs. T pushed her pussy hard against my grille.
She let out a moan of approval, as I licked inside of her. Without warning, her thighs clamped around my head. Her hands pulled my hair into her even further. Her moans turned into howls. Her whole body started shaking. I felt a flood of juice in my mouth. My cock was so hard, I felt like I came myself.
Mrs. T released my head from her grips, and gently wiped the sweat off my forehead. She exhaled and told me to sit back. I asked if she was alright. She laughed out, telling me that she was just fine. I looked down and saw a trail of cum on the floor. Mrs. T noticed it as well. She looked at me and smiled.
Telling me to get off the floor and have a seat again. Mrs. T put her knee on the bench and grabbed my cock. I barely had time to sit, as she wrapped her lips around my cock. Her moist lips and tongue twirled over the head of my cock. She licked and kissed the head of my cock passionately. Then I watched as it disappeared in her mouth. Her head bobbed down, then back up.
Mrs. T went all the way down my shaft again. Rubbing my balls as she held there. When she came up, her lips made a wet smack sound. She took in a deep breath and went right back down on me again. This time she held the base of my cock with her hand, bouncing her mouth up and down. Her moans, vibrating on my cock sent shock waves through me.
She stopped and stroked my cock, asking me if I thought my girlfriend could suck a cock like this. I shook my head telling her that, I sure as hell hoped so. She winked and smiled. “A true gentlemen will let a woman know when he’s going to cum in her mouth.” With that, Mrs. T’s mouth was sucking my soul out through my cock. Her cheeks contracted every time she came up. After a couple of minutes I felt my release was near.
I grabbed the base of my cock, and told Mrs. T I was about to cum. She pulled my hand away and kept going. I let loose with a load that I had no idea I had. Cum oozed out of the corners of Mrs. T’s mouth. I could hear her gulping every time my cock spasmed. Mrs. T kept my cock in her mouth until she had milked every drop from me.
My legs finally loosened up shortly after that. I hadn’t even noticed my ass was in the air. I sat back down slowly, as Mrs. T licked the last drops of cum from me. She threw her head back a little pushing more of my cum from her chin to her lips, and then licked her fingers clean.
Mrs. T sat next to me, putting her hand on mine. She gave me a kiss and asked me what my girlfriend’s name was. I told her it was Vikki, and her friend Angie was dating Jimmy. I’m wasn’t sure by her look at first, as like she didn’t know about Jimmy’s girlfriend.
Mrs. T got dressed and gave me a kiss. She told me that Jimmy and I were to bring our girlfriends over to meet her. And soon.
