MATERNAL INSTINCTS

> MATERNAL INSTINCTS
>
> I had always had a general crush on Latina women.
> Their dark eyes, olive skin, and long, flowing dark
> hair -- all of it drove me wild.
>
> Something else that fascinated me about Latinas was
> the fact that they seemed to age gracefully. A
> Latina woman was often nearly as sexy at 50 as she
> had been at 20.
>
> Further proving my theory was my college roommate's
> mother. Luis' mother was a walking goddess. She
> stood about average height and was slender without
> being bone-skinny. Her raven-colored hair flowed
> down over her shoulders, and she had a mesmerizing
> smile, not unlike that of Sophia Loren.
>
> I first saw her in pictures that Luis had brought to
> campus with him. While she was quite attractive in
> those photos, they didn't nearly do her any justice.
>
>
> One day, she visited campus to have lunch with Luis.
> She walked into our dormroom, and I was entranced
> immediately. She wore a red and black business suit
> with black heels. The skirt was conservative, as
> she had just come from work, but it still managed to
> show off her toned lower legs. When she turned
> sideways, I could see her well-rounded bustline, and
> the sight of her jet-black hair running down the
> back of the red jacket captivated me.
>
> I rose from my desk to greet her.
>
> "Good afternoon, Ms. Ramirez. It's nice to finally
> meet you."
>
> Luis had been born and raised here in the States,
> but his mother grew up in Puerto Rico before
> emigrating here as a young adult. She spoke English
> fluently, but with a soft Puerto Rican accent.
>
> She extended her hand, saying, "Please, call me
> Rita. I'm old, but not that old."
>
> I laughed, and said, "Okay...Rita," not wanting to
> let go of her soft hand.
>
> "Are you ready, Luis?" she asked my roommate.
>
> "Yes, Mama. I'm hungry."
>
> "It was nice meeting you, Ms-- Rita," I said,
> remembering that she wanted to be addressed less
> formally.
>
> "It was nice meeting you, too," she replied.
>
> The two of them left for lunch, and I locked the
> door behind them, wanting complete privacy. I got
> under the covers, pulled down my shorts, and
> immediately began stroking myself off to the fantasy
> of removing Luis' mom's -- Rita's -- clothes and
> having my way with her.
>
> I was in the middle of enjoying myself when the
> phone rang. It was my sister. Needless to say,
> this completely killed the mood, but I hadn't
> chatted with her in a few days, so I ended my
> self-fulfillment activities and told myself I'd get
> back to them later.
>
> About an hour passed, and as I sat watching
> television, Luis and Rita returned to our room.
>
> "I'm really sorry, Mama. I forgot about that
> meeting with Dr. Cruz."
>
> "It's okay, Luis. I know how important this
> internship is to you. Go to your meeting and try
> not to be nervous, okay?"
>
> "Okay. Hey, Rick, would you mind walking my mother
> out to her car?" Luis asked me.
>
> I looked at him then at Rita.
>
> "That won't be necessary, Rick. I don't want to
> bother you," Rita said.
>
> "Oh, it's no bother at all," I answered, anxious to
> spend any time with her that I could.
>
> "Well, if you're sure," she said, smiling at me.
>
> As Luis gathered what he needed for his meeting, I
> started gazing longingly at Rita's legs, slowly
> working my way up her figure. As I got to her face,
> our eyes met. She was watching me watch her.
> Before I had time to dart my focus away in
> embarrassment, she winked at me and smiled
> invitingly.
>
> "This can't be happening," I thought to myself. I
> wasn't sure of what to make of her wink, but I was
> bubbling over in anticipation of walking her to her
> car and racing back to my room to finish my earlier
> fantasy.
>
> Luis kissed his mother good-bye and ran off to his
> meeting. Rita picked up her purse, smiled at me,
> held out her arm, and said, "Shall we?"
>
> I couldn't believe I was actually getting to escort
> this Puerto Rican beauty, who was twice my age, no
> less, across campus. But I did. We walked towards
> the parking lot, her cracking little jokes, me
> laughing politely, almost as if I were on a first
> date and trying to score points. The wind blew at
> one point and her hair brushed against my cheek. I
> also caught the scent of her perfume. Man, was she
> hot. I could feel the bulge growing in my pants.
>
> We finally reached her car, and I began to grow
> nervous, almost if waiting for something to happen.
> She turned to me and said, "Well, Rick, I most
> certainly thank you."
>
> I said, "You're most certainly welcome. It was nice
> meeting you."
>
> I began to slowly back away, and she stopped me.
>
> "Before you go," she said, "I have a question."
>
> "Uh...sure."
>
> "When you were staring at me earlier, were you just
> daydreaming, or did you like what you saw?"
>
> After a couple of seconds of making myself believe
> she had actually asked that question, I began to
> quickly weigh the consequences of my answer. If I
> said I was only daydreaming, she might think I
> didn't find her attractive, and I certainly didn't
> want that. If, however, I told the truth, I could
> be setting myself up for devastating embarassment.
>
> I attempted to stall for time. "Both," I answered.
>
> This was not smart. I must've forgotten that Luis'
> mother was an attorney. She smirked and said,
> "Well, if you liked what you saw, then what were you
> daydreaming about?"
>
> A nervous smile gathered about my mouth and I looked
> down momentarily. I then felt Rita's hand lifting
> my chin. I forced myself to look into her dark
> eyes.
>
> "It's okay," she said. "I don't mind being
> admired...especially by someone as young and as cute
> as you."
>
> I continued staring at her as she drew closer to my
> face, planting a soft kiss on my lips. The bulge in
> my pants was about to explode. She reached up to
> hug me, seductively brushing her hair aside as she
> reached my face. She then whispered into my ear,
> "If you'd like, we can go somewhere private, and you
> can admire me all you want."
>
> She had to be kidding. My own roommate's mother was
> inviting me for a roll in the hay.
>
> I looked at her quizzically and looked back at me,
> waiting for an answer.
>
> I sighed and said, "I do find you very attractive,
> Rita, but I don't think Luis--"
>
> She stopped me. "Luis doesn't need to know. I'll
> drive somewhere off-campus and bring you back
> later."
>
> I couldn't believe this was happening, but I wasn't
> one to turn down an opportunity, either. This hot
> Latina wanted me to fuck her, and who was I to say
> no?
>
> We quickly got into the car and left campus. Rita
> drove us several miles to a somewhat expensive
> hotel. I kinda looked at her, and before I could
> protest, she arrested my concerns.
>
> "I know you're a college student. This one's on me,
> Honey."
>
> I waited in the car while she checked us into a
> room. She motioned for me and then led me inside
> and into an elevator. I was still caught up in the
> disbelief of the moment, but instincts took over and
> I began to flirt with her. In the elevator, I
> reached around and squeezed her backside, drawing
> her closer to me, and we began kissing deeply, our
> tongues intertwining in hungry lust.
>
> We exited the elevator at the seventh floor and she
> guided me to a room around the corner. Once we were
> inside, she kicked off her heels, took off her
> jacket, and let her skirt fall to her ankles. I
> stood before her, fumbling with the zipper to my
> jeans. She stepped out of her skirt and said, "Let
> me."
>
> She sank to one knee, and I watched her hair fall
> over her full breasts as she was now wearing nothing
> but a black bra and panties. She reached up and
> unfastened my jeans, and slowly pulled them down.
>
> She looked up at me, grinning, and said, "Don't be
> nervous, Honey. I'll take good care of you."
>
> With that, she retrieved my cock from my underwear
> and began stroking it up and down with her soft,
> manicured fingers. She then took me into her hot,
> moist mouth. I thought I'd explode into her right
> then and there, but she sucked slowly, letting me
> savor the feeling of her tongue and lips on my
> shaft.
>
> I let out a long, slow breath, and Rita took my cock
> in her hand and smiled up at me. She then stood up
> and led me to the bed by my cock. When we reached
> the edge of the bed, she unfastened her bra to
> reveal a set of healthy tits, tipped with light
> brown nipples that were hard and poking at me
> invitingly. She then pulled down her panties and
> stepped out of them. I looked down at the tuft of
> bushy black hair between her legs.
>
> She said, "If you still like what you see, then do
> with it what you like." With that, she turned
> around and placed her hands on the bed, her ass
> sticking out towards me. I placed my hands on her
> hips and ran them down her thighs and back up over
> her asscheeks. I took my cock and worked it into
> the space between them. As I my finger groped
> around her inner thigh, I could feel the wetness
> trickling from her pussy, and the more my cock
> opened her, the more I could smell her womanhood
> emanating from her canal.
>
> I heard Rita let out a moan as I slowly worked my
> shaft into her. I grasped her hips for leverage and
> began and gentle sawing rhythm in and out of her hot
> hole.
>
> "Yes...yes...yes," I heard her whisper. She really
> enjoyed being fucked, and I wasn't going to
> disappoint her.
>
> I could feel her beginning to buck back against my
> crotch with every thrust, so I fucked her more
> vigorously, working my hips in a corkscrew motion
> each time I pounded into her. I could see those
> full tits swaying across the bed as Rita arched her
> back and worked her pussy over my hard shaft.
>
> "Touch me, Rick. Touch me now!" she said.
>
> I reached down between her thighs and found her
> clitoris, fully engorged and protruding from its
> hood. I ran my finger around it in circles several
> times, and Rita began bucking wildly and yelling,
> "Yes...fuck me!"
>
> By then, I couldn't control myself. I tried to
> stave off my orgasm, but there was nothing I could
> do. I pumped into her furiously a few more times
> before releasing a load of my cream into her hot,
> wet channel.
>
> She caught her breath and relaxed on the bed as my
> now-limp member slipped out of her.
>
> "Was it good, Honey?"
>
> "Oh, yeah," I replied.
>
> "Are you satisfied?" she asked.
>
> "I'm not complaining," I said.
>
> "Well, I'm not complaining, either, but I do hope
> you're not finished with me."
>
> She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide for
> me. I moved in over her and kissed her mouth
> passionately, then found my way to those full tits.
> I sucked one nippled then the other, making Rita
> moan softly. As I kissed down her stomach and got
> closer to her crotch, I could smell the scent of her
> freshly fucked pussy. This woman was still hot and
> needed to come.
>
> I licked the insides of her thighs and moved in
> toward her sex. It was slippery, hot, and waiting
> to be enjoyed. I lapped at her, sucking her inner
> lips, and swirling my tongue around the entrance to
> her pussy. I could taste her tanginess mixed with
> my saltiness, and it made me hunger for her even
> more. I slowly sucked her clit into my mouth and
> flicked it with the very tip of my tongue.
>
> Rita began to writhe beneath me, gently thrusting
> her hips up into my face. It was actually becoming
> difficult to breathe, as my nose was buried in her
> sex, but I didn't want to disappoint her. I
> continued to lap at her for what seemed like days.
> I suddenly felt her hand on the back of my head.
>
> "Yes, Rick! That's it, Honey! Do me!" she yelled.
>
> I kept sucking at her clit as her hand held my head
> steadily in place. I took her clit in my lips and
> sucked one, long, hard time into my mouth. Rita sat
> up in the bed and cried out, her thighs closing
> around my head.
>
> "Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she screamed.
>
> After she released me from between her legs, I
> looked up to see her hair stuck to her face with
> sweat, and her breasts heaving, as she gathered
> herself. I moved up to plant kisses on her face and
> breasts.
>
> "Did I disappoint you?" I inquired.
>
> She smiled, giggled, and said, "Of course not, but
> I'll tell you something."
>
> "What's that?" I asked.
>
> "Keep this between us, and I won't disappoint you,
> either."
>
> Somehow, I figured this to be a promise I could
> keep.