I was in the city to check out a college. I had a credit card, my dad’s, and two days all to myself. I have known for a long time that I wanted to fuck a mature women, and that was on my mind as I set out on the town that early afternoon.

It was a small corner store. The sign above the door first surprised, then delighted me, Sappho’s Bookshop – for Women who love, and also love books.  

I wore a little white-and-blue tennis dress with white Reeboks, an outfit that showed off my long legs. I put my blonde hair in a ponytail. I was 18 years old and I looked the part.

Everyone says I have a pretty face, and I use minimal makeup. I have a slim, fairly athletic figure. I am a curious young lesbian who seeks encounters with other women when the opportunities arise, and something told me that this book shop was an opportunity.

It was a charming little bookstore, with dark wood paneling and shelves. A trans woman was behind the front counter and smiled and said hello as I walked in.

Some signs were pointing to the different areas of interest, so I quickly found the lesbian erotica section. On my way there, I noticed a few women standing near each other, leafing through magazines.

The lesbian erotica was in a corner of the store, somewhat isolated behind its own walls, with an open doorway. It was an open rectangular area, with shelves along all four walls and some on table displays, and I was pleased to see a couch in the center of the area, and an old overstuffed chair in one corner. I prefer bookstores that encourage leisurely browsing. 

I was the only woman in the section when I entered.  I walked along the shelves, scanning the book spines. I leafed through one book of very tasteful, artsy nudes; then I skimmed through a prominently displayed book with more explicit photos of women in more erotic poses. Some were graphic nudes, and others were close-ups; there were photos of women masturbating and making love. I adore the female form, and felt myself becoming aroused.

I placed the book back on its stand and wandered into the area of written erotica. I selected a book with a collection of erotic short stories, “Sorority Sluts” and sat on the couch to browse through it.

Reading lesbian erotica always gets me turned on, and the stories in the book were hot. I could feel that I was beginning to get wet, and was getting to that point where I was enjoying the pressure caused by crossing my legs and pressing my cunt lips together as I sat on the comfortable couch.

I was getting a bit lost in the book, and was part way through a story about 'college girls' night at the bath house' - when I heard someone else walk into the room.

I was probably a little flushed when I looked up to see a hot, mature woman approaching the shelves. She was in her early forties, with short dark hair and brown skin. Her features were vaguely Spanish or South American, but she was certainly an all-American woman, perhaps even a mom.

She wore a tight denim skirt and a white tank top, which was stretched by her large breasts, and she wore yellow pumps. Her legs were amazingly firm and so hot.

She was slim and almost my height of 5'6, with long brown legs and tight, but not overly muscular, arms.

The woman seemed confident and gave me a bemused smile. Showing brilliant white teeth, I smiled back and said hello. 

She said "hi" and turned her attention back to the bookshelves. I saw her glancing at my legs before she did.

I returned to reading my book, but I could not help looking up at her frequently. She was slowly moving along the bookshelves in my direction with her back to me. The denim skirt was short, and prominently displayed her round but firm ass and slim thighs. If she was a mom, she was a MILF!

Looking at her, I realized that she was very lovely, with a chiseled face, full lips, and dark, full eyebrows. She could probably pass for a mature model in different clothes. I continued trying to read the story in my lap while enjoying the live sight in front of me. I imagined how she would look having sex with the young woman in the story I was reading. I imagined her in the bathhouse with nothing but a white towel at her waist.

She looked through some books as she moved along the shelves, putting them back one at a time. One book kept her attention for some time, and she leaned against the shelves as she read from it. It was a small book that she held with one hand, and I noticed her other hand absently tracing along her stomach as she read. She was nearer to me at this point, and as she put that book back, she quietly said to me, "Warm in here, isn't it?"

I smiled at her and hissed, "I know what you mean. I would even say it is, hot."

She came to the book of erotic photographs that I had looked at earlier, and picked it up from its stand. After looking at a few pages, she took it to the large chair in the corner and sat down. She was sitting about ten feet away from me, slightly to my left, facing directly toward me. That is, if I turned just a bit in my seat toward the left, I would be facing directly toward her.

She sat with the book and opened it in her lap. She slowly began going through the book, one page at a time, examining the pictures. At times, she would gently bite her bottom lip as she was reading, and I noticed her sweet, long legs, crossed at the ankles, sometimes moving, like she was pressing her thighs together. I found myself looking at her more than I was reading my book, and she knew it.

It became a game. She would glance up to see me looking at her, and I would smile and look down at my book. This continued for some time, and we were both smiling. Then at one point, I glanced up at her, and saw that she was staring at my legs. She glanced at my eyes, but did not look away, instead returning her gaze to my legs. I looked back at my book, pretending not to notice, but turned slightly toward her. Then I looked directly into her eyes and slowly let my legs open. Because of how short my tennis dress was, I did not doubt that she could see the crotch of my light blue panties. I was also sure that those panties were wet and my cunt slit was outlined in the fabric.

Her eyes focused on wet slit between my thighs, and with my heart beating faster, I spread my legs a little further.

Then this hot, mature woman looked up into my eyes, and looked around as if to make sure we were alone.

She lifted the large photo book higher, placing it against her waist, and she spread her legs, and I gasped to see her glistening shaven cunt. She returned her eyes to her book, and her legs gently and slightly rocked open and closed. My jaw dropped; never in my young life had I been a witness to such brazen exhibitionism.

I watched with intent interest as her motion moved her pussy slit open and closed and her pussy lips began to glisten. After openly watching her for a few minutes, I got up and walked to a spot at the shelves near her, to put my book back on the shelf.

"I was looking at that earlier. It's a beautiful book, isn't it?" I said.

"It is," she said. "There is a picture here that I really love." I stood behind her as she leaned back through the pages. She went slowly, and I leaned in close to her to see the pages. I placed a hand on her shoulder, and she sighed. She paused briefly at a black and white close-up of a shaved labia glistening with beads of her juices.

I slowly moved my hand down to cup her full breast and felt her nipple rise under my fingers.

She continued and stopped at a color picture of a young blonde woman, stretched out on her back in the sun, one knee raised, eyes closed, looking like she was just beginning to touch her pink cunt, which was adorned by a very small patch of blonde hair.

In shape and color, the young woman looked quite a bit like me. "I love this one," she whispered.

My fingertips circled her stiff nipple as I said, "Sometimes when I look at a book like that, I not only enjoy looking at the women, but think about how much I would enjoy posing like that for someone."

She looked up at me and smiled. "That would be something to see," said. "That book is full of beautiful pictures. "I am staying at a hotel near here. How about, I buy the book, we can pick up a bottle of wine, and look it over together in my room?"

"My name is Marissa. That sounds like a great idea," she said.

"Your name is almost as beautiful as you are, Marissa. I'm Ella. Let's get out of here."

She walked with me to the counter, where I paid for the book. The trans woman put it in one of those black plastic bags and handed it over and smiling at us said, “Have fun, you two, I have been watching you in the store’s security cameras, and stroking. She lifted her skirt, and with a few short strokes her cock came hard cum running down her fingers and hand.

As we left, my MILF said "That was hot, let’s get the wine." We went into a liquor store down the street and she picked out a nice Claret. She paid for it.

We chatted casually on the short walk to my hotel. She asked me my age, and when I told her, she said, “Mmm,m you are a vision.”

At one point, she took my hand and smiled at me a bit like a proud mother.

We sometimes bumped against each other. I couldn't stop looking at her pretty face and noticing her long, lean legs moving beneath her. She seemed so confident, and I had had so many fantasies about mature women, and now one was holding my hand.

As we neared the hotel, we got quieter. I sensed that she was as excited as I was.

I pushed the button for my floor number and we waited for the elevator. Standing beside her, she gently took my hand again, as if to say she didn't care what anyone else thought. The elevator door opened, and we stepped inside. I pushed the button for my floor number and the door shut, with just the two of us in the elevator. She turned to me and we shared a long kiss. Her breath was so hot, her tongue warm as it darted into my mouth. This was a true woman who knew what she wanted. She pressed against me and I felt as the MILF she wanted the aggressive role, which was fine with me. She pushed me back against the wall and kissed me deeply, both of our arms still at our sides, holding our packages. "I can't wait to get your hot teen body naked," she murmured in my ear.

The elevator door opened and, weak-kneed, I led her down the hallway to my room. At one point, I turned and walked backward, looking at her. She was looking down at my legs, and then up my body to my face, with her tongue showing between her lips.

Rarely had I felt so wanted. “Do you have children?” I whispered.

“Yes, two girls, both are older than you.” Then she giggled.

I unlocked the door to my room and held it open for her as I took the wine bottle from her. She walked in ahead of me, and I watched her walk into the room. It was fairly large, with a sitting and TV areas, with a couch and chair, separate from the bedroom. My MILF went into the bathroom as I sat on the couch and opened the wine, filled two glasses and set them on the coffee table. I took the book out of the bag and placed it near the wine glasses.

I was breathless with excitement. My first time in the big city, and I was going to have an encounter with a mature woman. I loved to flirt with my friend’s mothers, and I even got one of the moms to neck with me, but she was drunk and that was as far as it went.

I heard the bathroom door open and she came to me.

She picked up a glass of wine as she stood looking down at me. She took a deep pull on the glass, never taking her eyes off of me. She gulped it quickly and then put it on a side table.

“I want you to call me Mommy!” She said firmly, “Can you do that you hot little bitch?”

Then she quickly moved the coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of me, running her hand along the side of my face. "You are so fucking young and beautiful my sweet daughter," she said in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

She leaned in to kiss me, and I felt the weight of her body lower against mine. I opened my mouth to her, and put my arms around her. She slid down my body until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Her hands moved up the outside of my thighs under my tennis skirt, to the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my ass off the couch to make it easier for her. She quickly and roughly pulled my blue panties down and off of me, leaving my sneakers and socks on. She sensually sniffed and licked the crotch of my panties before tossing them to the side.

She bunched my tennis dress up around my waist, revealing my pink shaved pussy, with only a slim strip of blonde hair.

“Oh sweetheart, Mommy loves your hot wet cunt.”

“Oh Mommy eat me please, lick my cunt please, Mommy,” I moaned.

She put her hands under my ass and pulled me to her, tracing her long tongue up and down my slit before she started sucking my clit hard, pressing my legs apart.

Looking down, seeing her pretty mature face devouring my cunt was so wonderful. I ran my hands through her hair and pulled her in tight against teen cunt.

She continued licking and nibbling me until I was near to coming, and then stopped. Her voice hoarse, she said, "Turn around, sweetheart, turn around and kneel on the couch. Mommy wants to taste all of your holes!"

I did as she directed, my dress still bunched at my waist. From behind, she pulled it up and off of me, and then unsnapped my bra and pulled that away. Somehow, it seemed like such a turn-on that I still had my sneakers on, and nothing else.

She moved up close behind me. Her left hand slid between my legs from behind, parting my labia with two fingers and then the fingers trapped on my hard slick clit is she moved my clit back and forth.

Her other moved around me to squeeze my right breast.

“Oh fuck, Mommy, I love how you touch me,” I whimpered.

Her fingers spread and stroked my wet pussy. Sometimes she would part my tight ass cheeks and her tong rimmed and probed at my tight asshole.

The hand on my breast was strong; she pinched and twisted at my nipple. She put her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. "Do you like this, sweetheart? Do you like the way Mommy plays with your tight teen ass and cunt,” her voice was deep and urgent.

"Oh, yes, Mommy!" I moaned.

She started to finger bang my pussy with two fingers. It was nearly too much at first, but her strokes grew faster and with more ferocity.

I spread my arms out on the back of the couch and pressed my ass back against her hands.

"You are Mommy’s horny slut, aren't you?" she asked. I could only moan my agreement.

Then she stopped. She told me to turn around. I sat on the couch facing her. She sat on the coffee table, looking at me, drinking her wine.

"Mommy wants you to play with yourself show me how you get off in your room, nights when you imagine Mommy licking your tight cunt,” she said in a wicked tone.

“I do, Mom, I touch myself thinking of you every night,” I whimpered.

I spread my legs wide and slowly fingered my cunt hole and rubbed my clit back and forth with three fingers while she watched me.

"Pinch your nipples," she demanded. I did so with one hand, pulling hard on my small brown nipples.

I fingered my cunt hard with the other hand making wet sloppy sounds as I moaned and looked into this stranger’s beautiful eyes. I felt so sexy fingering my pussy with the other hand, as she watched me.

"Lick your fingers for Mommy," she said. I took the hand that was wet from my pussy juices and put my fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking them clean.

"You like the taste of your cunt, just like your mom don’t you? " she asked.

"Oh, Mommy, I do, it makes me feel so fucking hot," I said.

"Good." She stood up in front of me and pulled off her top. She was wearing no bra. Her dark breasts were firm and beautiful, with very dark, large nipples. I slid forward on the couch and wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her stomach. I looked up at her as my hands felt her breasts, enjoying the sight of my pale arms against her dark skin. She put her hands behind my head and pulled my face down onto her mommy cunt. She was grinding and pumping her hips, rubbing her pussy on my face. "Take the skirt off, Mommy, you hot little cunt," she said. 

I unsnapped and unzipped her denim skirt and slid it down her legs, and she stepped out of it. I wrapped my hands around her and grabbed her ass and pulled her against me as I smelled and licked the outer lips of her pussy.

"Stop fucking around put your tongue in Mommy’s cunt!" she demanded.

I slid my tongue deep into her perfect mommy cunt which was completely shaved. She put one foot up on the couch and she roughly pulled my head in against her cunt. Wild with passion, I licked her deeply, encouraging her to bring her weight against me. Having my face in her sweet mommy cunt was heaven. She smelled musky and clean, and I got my whole face against her cunt folds as she rocked her hips grinding her pussy into my eager face.

After a few minutes, she told me to get on the bed. I moved to the bed and lay on my back with my legs spread, gently playing with myself as I watched her. She went to her purse and pulled out a fairly large dildo. Then she came back to the bed and kneeled between my legs, rubbing the dil on either side of my wet cunt  and then slowly she slid the cock deep into me as far as it would go.

She began rubbing my clit with her other hand as she started fucking me hard with the dil-cock,. Making squelching sounds as she increased the tempo as I moaned wildly, “OH Mommy fuck me!”

I pinched my nipples and moaned, raised my hips to meet her every thrust, "Oh fuck yeah Mommy make your girl cum so good."

My whole body began bucking against the dil as she looked straight into my eyes. “ Yes, yes oh fuck you are shaking baby, cum for Mommy like the little slut you are! This cunt belongs to Mommy, cum for me, you little bitch cum for Mommy!

I had a volcanic orgasm, my hips rising to meet her thrusting cock, my hands helping hers at my pussy, my eyes never leaving her beautiful face and body.

Then she slowly slid up and straddled my slim body, and began to rub her dripping wet cunt against my flat stomach and then against my small breasts. She dove fucked my tiny breasts hard grinding her rather large clit again and again against my small but stiff nipples.

Then she straddled my face. I reached around, grabbed her ass and pulled her sloppy brown cunt down onto my open mouth. It was electric to feel her fresh slick cunt against my lips, my chin, and nose. She straightened up, and as I looked up, I could see her pinching her nipples. I tongued her large fat clit circling it with my quick tongue then sucking it full into my hot wet mouth. Soon started fiercely grinding her pussy up and down against my whole face.

She gritted her teeth, “Oh fuck, Mommy is going to cum all over your beautiful face, I knew it when I saw you in the book store you were my dream teen slut.”

Her body jerked in spasms as her thick cum washed over my tongue face and chin. Above me she trembled fiercely but continued to slip and slide her convulsing cunt all over my face. This sexy, mature beauty came in a series of spasms. With each climax more cum washed over my face and I did all I could to swallow every drop of her nectar!

She fell onto the bed beside me, and we gently touched and kissed each other. We took a break and drank some more wine naked together, leafing through the book. We lay on the bed on our stomachs next to each other, looking at the pictures, sometimes laughing, and kissing.

Sometimes, her hand would stroke my ass, which I would encourage with a moan and spreading of my legs. Twice more, she brought me to a climax with her fingers.

 After a while, I pushed her over onto her back on the bed, kissed my way down her body from her lips, and very slowly licked her to another orgasm.

When we were finally exhausted, she showed me pictures of her daughters, who were 19 and 21. They looked so hot in their tiny bikinis!

 “How would you like to have a shower together and then let me take you home to meet my sexy daughters?”

She was smiling so widely, I just had to say, “Yes!”