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Carpool With Mom's Friend

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Age: 31 Posted on: 11 Sep 2006 0 comments
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I was the oldest of 4 kids. I had a very strict childhood. We wern't exactly poor but money was pretty tight. In my senior year of high school I got a job at a local pharmacy trying to raise money for a car of my own. I wasn't the greatest looking kid and combine that with no money I didn't have much of a social life. At 18 I was a loser with the ladies. I would usually take the bus home everyday to get the car from my mom so I could go to work. On Mondays though, my mom worked late so I had to get a lift to work. My mom arranged a ride every Monday with a friend of hers who also worked evenings down the block. She would pick me up at school, we would stop for a bite to eat before work at McDonalds, then she or my mom would pick me up at 9:00. As the weeks rolled on, Mrs. C. and I became friendly. She and I started sharing intimate details of our lives. Her husband was having an affair and they were seperated. I confided in her that I was still a Virgin. She was blown away by this. She had lost her virginity at a much younger age. The topic of masturbation eventually came up. I was horrified and embarassed when she asked me if I touched myself often. She volunteered that she masturbated at least 2 times a day. I confessed that I did it up to 3 0r 4 times a day. I have to describe Mrs. C to you. She was a 40 plus year old. She had piercing blue eyes, tinted reddish hair. She was a little overweight with massive breasts. She asked if I looked at pictures when I beat off. I told her sometimes but mostly just fantasized. She asked if I ever thought of her. I was scared to reply but was also getting extremely aroused and she knew it. She asked if she had ever actually seen or touched a womens breasts. The loser I was I replied honestly, No. Without any warning, right there in the parking lot of a McDonalds, she unbuttoned her blouse, undid her bra, and let those beautiful breasts fall free. She slid over to me and started to kiss me. Her tongue exploring mine. Believe it or not it was my first frenching. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt myself already close to cumming. Again without warning she pulled away from kissing and undid my zipper and pulled out my penis which was the hardest it had ever been in my life. After just a few strokes I started orgasming. What a mess. She held me and kissed me then wiped up the mess. She told me the more we did it the more control I would get, she was right. She picked me up from work that night, and we immediately picked up where we left off. This time though it was her turn. She pulled her skirt down and gave me an anatomy lesson. She showed me how to finger her and eventually rub her clitoris. When she came I found out she was a women who screamed when she came. To this day, I get instantly hard when I hear a women having an orgasm and always picture her. Mrs c and I went on to have an affair for the next 6 mos. until I went away to school. She eventually got a divorce and remarried. We saw each other only one more time. She still turns me on.