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I've Seen It All Before - Part 1

A dream come true
I have lived in suburbia my whole life. Growing up, I couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be; but of course one soon realizes that it's definitely a child's world. The local sports club only goes so far. Puberty's a bitch. Things that seemed fun and cool soon become boring and lame. The endless commercials and movies make you a promise of a thousand weird and extraordinaryendeavors; it only takes one look around the street corner to see they're nowhere to be seen.

I'd known my best friend Max since the age of four. We used to spend endless weeks of the summer lounging about each other's house, playing on the Xbox or fucking about in the garden. I'd never admit it to him, but part of the reason why I so enjoyed going round to his was because of his mom. Jo was amazing: she never hesitated when I wanted to come round, always ready with a delicious meal and an open embrace. I thought of her almost as a second mother. But only for so long.

From a very early age I had noticed her rosiness. I wouldn't necessarily call her beautiful but there is definitely something alluring about her looks. It wasn't until the cloud of testosterone descended upon me that I really began to perk up. Her mellow hair comes down to about her neck and curtains a warm face. But just like any hot mom, the things that drive us crazy are the curves. I remember the first time I saw her that way.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon. I had just walked in to Max's and was strolling towards the kitchen. On the left were the stairs and on the right was the sitting room. The hallway led on to the kitchen. Just as I was about to enter, I was set still by the shadow of a brilliant figure. She had arched her back in that way which pushed her ass further from her swollen breasts. Turned away from me I caught the side of her face, her eyes closed; I'd never thought of looking down before. But there was an urge and I could not help it. So my eyes descended: her sandy hair pointed towards a white t-shirt. At the bottom of her t-shirt came the gap between a pair of tight blue jeans and a top, framing a soft set of dimples. From there extended a toned pair of legs. A red thong crept up her hips to form a hideously erotic barrage on my mind. Her breasts and ass balanced each other out in the most sexually haunting shape one could ever hope to see.

I'm not sure what it is about women wearing white t-shirts but it really does set me off. She was wearing a white bra under a low cut t-shirt, made with that fabric which makes you want to tear it off, especially when it's covering such large and smooth mounds. As I was staring, she turned around and caught me off guard, jaw dropped, giving her the once over. For just a moment, I thought I saw a smirk, but all at once she bounded towards me with a smooth motherly smile and gave me a hug.

"Hugo! As always, it's so lovely to see you! Darling, how are you ?"

Luckily she had clutched me before I had the chance to turn red; unluckily her soft, milky breasts were nuzzled up against me. What was once pushing against my jeans was now threatening to break through.

In an awkward manner, I replied "Great, thanks! I bet Max is in his room!"

I quickly broke it off and hurried upstairs. I couldn't help but feel her eyes clinging to me.

This was the beginning of the game for me. Every chance I'd get to go round I would. I'd try and be as daring as possible. Often she would catch me looking and I loved it - it felt electric! I'd get more and more of a thrill in trying to keep my hold on her breasts for as long as possible, even as she was looking at me. I would make some stupid excuse about being tired or having something on my mind, but each time I would notice that transient smirk which got my blood roaring.

Of course I knew that if I pushed for anything more than this, it would beatomic suicide. My mom and Jo were best friends; I was best friends with Max - if things went wrong, I would be ridiculed and thrown out. If things went right, I would never live down the guilt or shame. But in a way, that's why this woman began to excite so many of my thoughts and dreams. I was afraid for my conscience and I knew that if I could, I would not stop - for someone so close to you, so caring and so sexually inaccessible to be so hot and experienced - it was the ultimate tease!

So things went on like this for a while. I would sleep over just to get into the shower in the morning, on theoff chanceshe would walk in. I would hover outside her bedroom door to try and catch her scantily clad through the crack. I would often try and spill something on my trousers so she would have to help me find some new ones. I loved the laundry room. Let's just say Jo wasn't overly cautious about leaving things around. For a woman in her forties, she wore some incrediblyracylingerie.

One winter afternoon, she had left to let me get changed and went downstairs to make Max some breakfast. My hard cock wrapped up in a soft, black, lacy thong, I pulled myself to such dizzyecstasy, painting layers and layers of white on black. I felt so bad having to wipe off the hot cum from her undergarments. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet soexhilarating. To tell the truth, I felt guilty enough as it was having all these clashing hormones about Max's mom. I reasoned to myself that his friendship was more important than my teenage imagination. So when I reached the ripe old age of 18, I thought that my relationship with Jo was consigned to indirect glances and occasional impulses. I was to be proved very wrong.

It was mid-March as I remember it and Max was away on a school trip to Australia. My parents were fighting endlessly and predicting some sort of break up, they sent me to stay with Jo. I had just about had enough of their cyclical battles anyway, warring the same oldlaboredpoints, so I was delighted with the news. And of course an extended period of time with Jo alone (her husband was away on business for a month) made me bountiful promises of things to 'come'.

They said that a month's rainfall fell on that Wednesday. Her house was a ten minute walk. So I trudged through the downpour till I heaved myself up to Jo's front door. One would have thought that I would have been freezing but funnily enough I was feeling very warm

I did not even have to ring the bell: Jo opened the door with an enthusiasm that has always made her so infectious.

"You're absolutely drenched! Oh you poor thing come in at once," she exclaimed, "if you'd have told me I would have come to pick you up myself!"

"Oh don't worry," I replied, "you know me, I like the rain."

As she ushered me in, she grabbed my bags and continued.

"We really must get you out of those clothes. You'll catch a cold otherwise."

At this moment, I was in a bit of a haze. So Jo had taken my shoes, socks and jumper off without me even really noticing. As I came to, I realized that Jo had nothing on but for a white silk dressing gown. But before I had time to soak her in, she had grabbed my hand and was leading me upstairs.

"Come on Hugo, we need to get you out of those clothes and into a hot bath immediately."

So we turned the corner and walked towards her bedroom. I was starting to panic. I like to think that I can be fairly strong-willed but this was too much. I've never known anything as destructive or inconvenient than a male sex drive. And I was bloody sure that I could not keep it in check. So in the 5 seconds that it took to get from the top of the stairs on to her bed, my cock drew out like a blade. Of course I still had my t-shirt and trousers on. All I could do was try and stall or find a way to undress myself, without her looking.

"Come on then darl, help me get you out of these clothes. I don't want my bed to get all wet..."

With that remark she looked me in the eye. I was transfixed. I was fucking petrified. I started to look a bit worried. She was crouching on the floor eye to eye with my throbbing prick. I shifted awkwardly on the bed.

Slowly, she purred, "don't you worry Hugo, I've seen it all before"

So before I could reply, she stood me up and pulled with great effort on my t-shirt to lift it above my head. I reach about 6 foot 1 off the ground and am of a medium build, made lean by years of smoking.

"Now help me with these trousers darling, you need to unzip them."

With my hand wandering shakily, I slowly pulled the zip down. Of course she had no idea of what was running through my head. With three boys, she had definitely seen it all before. It was only till she casually pulled my jeans down to my ankles that she saw the beating tent of my briefs. There stood an excruciating couple of seconds between us. But just like the smirk, her gaze all of a sudden moved upwards and met me eye to eye. With a knowing smile, she tilted her head to the side and winked.

"I'm so sorry Jo, teenage hormones and all that. I think doctors say that 20 a day is quite normal for a guy at my age. I'm really sorry, I really am. Please don't tell anyone, I would be soembarrassed." I blurted out.

"Now Hugo, you know I love you to bits and have seen you so many times when you were younger like this. Don't you worry yourself for a second. I completely understand and I won't say a thing. If anything, I am very flattered!" She said endearingly.

As she reassured me, I couldn't resist the urge to stareagonizinglydown at the gorgeous cleavage that was screaming out from her gown.

Recapturing my attention, she jumped up and said, "Right then! Let's get you out of those briefs and into that hot bath."

Feeling a bit more comfortable, I stood up too and pulled down my briefs in one swift movement. Like when one releases a ruler, bent over the side of a table, my cock sprang free and resonated through the air between us. She looked perfectly natural as she gazed upon it. I'm telling you the tension that I felt deep within my balls at that point wasunparalleled. With a small curl of the lip, she looked from my rod to my eye and then with a flick of her hair, she twisted and held out her hand. I could not help myself. With her looking the other way, I thrust my hips forward and my cock flicked between her fingers. The slender, cold tips of her fingers made me jump into the palm of her hand. Thinking it was my hand, she gave it a squeeze and I felt a bolt fire up my body. I quickly replaced it with my hand and she led me into the bathroom...

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