I took a train and visited with Frau (Mrs.) Rach, the woman who introduced me to the life of sexuality until she moved out of our house last year. Now I was eighteen and still in high school.
Meeting her at the train station, here she was: a big woman, tall and beautiful with a skirt shorter than women of her age were wearing in those years, tight around this enormous butt that I remembered so intensely. High heels made her strong curvaceous legs look very sexy, a loose white blouse left her shoulders free; there were no bra straps.
I noticed that she had not put on any weight. Her waist was still delicately narrow, her overwhelming breasts looked tremendous with the nipples pushing against the silk of the blouse, and the cleavage took my breath.
I had spent the afternoon with Frau Rach on her couch and carpet, kissing, licking, sucking and fucking like in old times, just wonderful. We then took a shower, rolled up in towels only, and had a beer on her porch looking at the garden with soft lights and the smell of the flowers.
Suddenly I heard some steps inside the house and out came a young, tall woman with long, black hair all the way down to her bubble butt in a tight mini skirt, with an hour-glass figure, very narrow waist, broad hips and enormous breasts, several hands-full, I thought.
Her low-cut, thin T-shirt was XXL, but still very tight due to the exquisite content. Apparently, she did not wear a bra, and really did not need it; her tits were only slightly swinging as she walked up to Frau Rach and kissed her. She was introduced to me as the daughter, Stephanie, whom I had seen the last time before she left for college as a skinny, sweet teenager.
Now she looked much more like her mother with the same grey-green eyes, brunette skin, curvaceous legs on high heels. Her lips were unusually beautiful, very full and sexy. When she heard my name, she obviously was astonished and reacted with a knowing smile which made me curious and somewhat uncomfortable.
Frau Rach said that her daughter was still at college and frequently visited her and that they were best friends and had no secrets from each other, which made me even more uncomfortable. Stephanie looked at me like a farmer inspecting his new horse. She did not seem surprised that we were not dressed and apparently had just showered.
“So, mother, that’s him; I was always curious to meet him,” she said. “I guess, he still adores you, and you look so happy as I have never seen you when you spent the night with one of your boring old friends.”
Turning to me, she said, “Would you show me how you make my mom so happy?” before pulling her chair up closer to me.
She stretched her leg, dropped her shoe, laid her foot on my knee and started moving it forward to the bulge which was already building up in my pants. As if we had known each other for years, she started caressing my growing hard-on with her foot, grabbed my foot and put it between her meaty thighs, then pulled it forward under her skirt, and I felt that she did not wear panties.
My toes were pushed onto a very wet, soft pussy, covered by thick, soft hair like her mother’s, and she started to move her body slowly up and down, rubbing a hard clit against my toes. I was in a trance, my eyes were focussed on those youthful tits with nipples as large as ripe strawberries, which started swinging with her movement when my neck was suddenly covered from both sides with warm flesh.
The smell of perfume made me realize that Frau Rach was standing behind me and was pressing my head between her motherly boobs.