I always liked…ur lusted…ol’ Mrs. Smith

I always liked…ur lusted…ol’ Mrs. SmithShe was a friend of the family and a very much older woman. Easily old enough to be my grandmother. She always was very friendly with me even as a young blonde blue eyed boy. This I never thought much about, until years later when I was just 18 and had finally gotten a car that would run without breaking down. I remember asking my mother about “Mrs. Smith”,”How old is Mrs. Smith, mom?””Oh she’s over 70 by now. Why do you ask, hon?”I never replied to my mother. I simply recalled over hearing a conversation she had on the phone about Mrs. Smith and me. She spoke into the phone in an incredulous voice,”If I didn’t know any better I’d say ol’ Lady Smith has more than just a little crush on my handsome and growing little boy.”To be honest, this excited me. I was still a virgin and I really wanted sex with just about anyone at this point in my young hormonally stressed life. To that end I pulled into Mrs. Smith’s driveway that Sunday just after Church. It was the only time I knew for sure that she would be home. We went to the same church so I took advantage of the knowledge.I went to the door still wondering if ‘Mr.’ Smith was home and not knowing what to do if he was, if nothing else I though I would maybe at least get kaçak iddaa the feel of her place for a future visit perhaps? To my delight she answered the door still in her Sunday best. She wore lipstick of a dark red and had her eyes done up very nice with eye shadow and liner that gave her a younger appearance. Her large some what sagging breast pushed out her summer blouse while her knee skirt hovered around her darkened stockings. She smiled wide as she opened the door,”Oh my, its sooo good to see you! Please come in!”I thanked her as I entered. Her high heels clicked on the hard wood floor as she moved across the floor. I watched her legs and hips as she did so. Something stirred slightly in me or more accurately, in my pants. I apologized for interrupting her and Mr. Smith, she looked over her shoulder with a slight smile and informed me that Mr. Smith was visiting friends in town but would be by very soon most likely. I must have frowned slightly for her to notice. She quickly added, “Let me give him a call, I was meaning to anyway.”She excused herself as she went into another room to make the call. I sipped on ice tea she had in the kitchen as she did so. A few moments later she informed me that Mr. Smith would be gone a bit longer than she though, bahis siteleri he had to stop by the store in town.I noticed that Mrs. Smith had taken down her hair. Her grey long hair rolled down the back of her neck as she straightened her back and as a result thrust out her rather large breast. I couldn’t help but stare at her busty blouse. My pants began to fit tighter. She smiled and moved closer. I tried not to look down her blouse but I suddenly noticed that she had also unbuttoned all the buttons of her blouse. She continued to move to me, inches away now. She smiled as she undid the front of her peach colored bra. Once she unsnapped it her large pale white orbs immediately swung out. “That feels much better.” she said in a coy voice.I suddenly bent my knees and began to suckle her left large nipple as I cradled them both with my hands. She gasped, “Oh my lands! That does feel much better still!”We grappled in the kitchen as she tugged to unleash my already rock hard shaft. Once unleashed it slid between her huge slightly sagging tits. She grabbed her tits and pushed them together as I began to thrust urgently between her massive mammary glands. It had been awhile since the last time I had pleasured my self therefor my ejaculation was fast and fantastic. güvenilir bahis My sperm blasted under her chin then the second spurt speckled her face and glasses as my last dying discharge coated her heavenly breast.She was quick to take my appendage in her mouth and began sucking until I finally grew hard once again. She then bent over the large woodened kitchen table. As she faced out the window she informed me that this way she could see down the drive way incase Mr. Smith were to drive up before we were done. I hiked up her Sunday skirt and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had nothing else on under. I pushed the reenergized swollen head of my rod half way in her wet opening. I sucked air in sharply at the sensation of the warm soft yet rather loose hole. Being my first mount however she could have been as loose as an open window for all I cared. I rode her as she moan and even screamed her pleasure. Her soft large round ass felt uncanny against my lower belly as I pushed all the way in. I had always been endowed rather well yet this elder goddess took all of me as she ran her nails over the kitchen table. I gripped her hips hard now thrusting wildly as I felt the tide of bliss over take me once again with Mrs. Smith fully impelled completely on my young manhood!Later as I drove out of the drive way I passed and waved at Mr. Smith as he passed on the other side of the road. His smile almost made me wonder if he had any idea what I had just done to his wife.