Tag: High School

CHAPTER ONE

Today…

“Hurry up, Mom!

Brandon Crane sprawled on the bed in the master suite of the Aruban resort hotel, anything but relaxed.

His mother stood at the foot of the bed, clad in pink slippers and a short transparent nightgown that only accentuated the lush curves of her body. A ravishing, ivory-skinned redhead, at thirty-nine years of age Nicole Andrews, nee Crane, still had what it took to harden any man’s cock – especially her nineteen-year-old son’s.

“Patience is a virtue,” she teased, turning slowly so as to make sure that Brandon got a long look from every angle. Thanks to years of dedicated exercise she was fully aware that her lush, peach-shaped ass was still as high and round as a girl’s. Her slim thighs betrayed not a trace of middle-aged jiggle. Long hours at the gym had paid off in more than one way.

She had to admit that her most striking feature, her tits, were mostly a gift of heredity. She was delicately built, with a slender bone structure, yet her breasts were large and round and still firm with only the beginning traces of a little sag. Read more »

I first met this lovely Mom while bagging groceries at Safeway. I lived in a small town and had been single for awhile, so after she finished checking out I offered to help carry out her stuff (we’re supposed to ask everyone..) but I tried to be as eager as I could. She said yes.

She was blonde, blue eyes, and about my height if not taller. 5’10” Skinny frame, nice firm ass, I’d say B cup breasts. Lovely smile. She reminded me of Leslie Mann. She was in her 30s.

We talked about Fresno and other places nearby, very small talk. She smiled the whole time and I thought somehow she might be interested.

I bit the bullet and wrote a missed connection on Craigslist. I figured the odds were impossible but did it anyway. I should’ve just asked her but I couldn’t get a read on her. A day or two later I get an email with colored text. She said it was her and I almost couldn’t believe it. I figured this had to be spam. Read more »

I was the new kid in a small town high school. Friends had never come easily to me, so when Olivette took an interest in me I leaped at the opportunity. We quickly discovered that we had a lot of the same interests. Books, movies, TV shows, favorite subjects, favorite foods, we were compatible in every way. And we shared several of the same classes.

So whenever a project came up where we were offered the chance to partner up, we took the opportunity and convinced her parents or mine to allow a sleep over on a school night.

It was winter, and we had been given an assignment for history. Within two hours the project was complete, leaving us to our own devices (no pun intended). I was prattling on about the most recent boy I had gone to the movies with when she looked at me and said “Why do you keep dating guys, when you can’t stop staring at gorgeous girls?” my jaw dropped. I thought I had been discrete. It turns out that I’m a rather transparent person, and in this moment I wanted only to disappear. After what felt like an eternity of searching for words that wouldn’t manifest, Olivette saved me “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m usually looking too.” I felt my cheeks go red. Read more »