Paul left college and returned to his family for the summer break. Her mother’s best friend had come to visit them and was staying with his family for a moment. His parents always opened their doors to their friends who were going through hard times.
That was the reason why Sheila came to stay with them. He remembered meeting Sheila as a kid. Even then, Paul remembered that her beauty struck his heart. Sheila was a stunning woman.
Sheila’s height was average with a pale skin looking like porcelain and her hair was as dark as the night. Her emerald green eyes were unbelievably piercing and he remembered that they gave him the sensation she was able to see straight through him both literally and figuratively.
If it was up to him, he could state with confidence that the mature woman could read his thoughts easily. Paul used to avoid eye contact with Sheila because he undressed her often with his mind, just like other young men did.
He would move his eyes up her stunning body as he pictured his eyes to be the tips of his fingers. Then, he would meet her piercing green eyes. Actually, her eyes frightened him and he had to move his eyes away from hers before she collected too much data from him.
At that time, his understanding was that Sheila left her husband, but she wasn’t talking about it. He thought that it was none of his business since he didn’t have any issue with her husband.
His father and Sheila’s husband were kind of friends. They used to spend some time together, as his father considered Sheila’s husband as a decent man but not close enough to go fishing or golfing out there.
The few days that followed the summer break were quite a little frustrating, embarrassing, and hard for the young man. Sheila caught him gazing at her numerous times. The routine was always the same; Paul would be running his eyes up and down her beautiful curves and he would find himself gazing into her green eyes. Then, he would glance quickly away as he did when he was a kid. It started feeling as if they were playing some kind of game of cat and mouse.
As the days passed, Paul became a bit bolder. He started holding his gaze a bit longer before moving it away. He let the mature woman read his thoughts only if she was able. In return, he could gaze in her incredible eyes deeper. Sometimes, Paul felt as though Sheila kind of enjoyed it.
One Monday, things started for real between them. That morning, he woke up and found the house empty. Everyone had gone to work and he remembered Sheila saying that she needed to take care of some items. He concluded that she would be out of the house for the entire day like the rest of the family.
“That’s right,” he thought as the house was really quiet.
“I have the whole place to myself,” he added.
He was a young man and just like any other one with a big house to himself, Paul began preparing to pamper himself for long hours. He finished his breakfast and walked back upstairs to take the shower.
He entered the bathroom and immediately saw something lying on the floor. He used to share the bathroom with Sheila. Her toiletries were placed neatly close to the sink. Even if he was a bit embarrassed, Paul liked to consider him as his wife or girlfriend staying at his place. The fantasy was harmless, but her brushes with the rest of her toiletries were making him horny. Sometimes, he would picture her naked, having her shower at the same time.
However, his imagination could not give him enough information to fuel his interest. Things were different that morning. There was a basket containing her laundry on the floor. He presumed that Sheila left the laundry on purpose for him to see. Her aroma from her laundry filled the room.
“I think she forgot to take it before leaving,” he thought as he started wondering if he had to do something with it. He wondered if he should leave it just there or take it out as he looked at the clothes more carefully.
On top of everything, Paul noticed the dark laced thong. The G-string, lacey undies of the woman of his fantasies were lying right before him.
“She is a naughty woman,” he said in a whisper between his teeth.
He felt his dick tingling and twitching as he took off his clothes. He gazed at the splendor of Sheila’s panties as if he was a kid. He took off his underwear and pressed his dick to make it harder.
In a few seconds, his prick was rock hard. Strange thoughts entered his head.
“Pick up her panties and look at them more closely,” said a voice in his head.
“That woman didn’t forget her undies,” continued the voice. “She did it on purpose so that you would see them,” added the voice.
Paul pressed his increasingly hard dick a bit tighter. His meat tingled and hardened seriously. He felt an instinctive desire to pump down his fist on his dick.
The sensation was so good that he pumped it once again. He ran his fist from the tip of his dick to his balls up and down slowly. Then, he turned to turn on the shower before hearing the sudden footsteps from the corridor close to the bathroom.
Paul turned to close the door fast, but Sheila was already in the bathroom. “Oh Jesus… excuse me!” she said with a loud gasp and bent forward to take her basket.
She left the bathroom quickly. Everything went so fast that it appeared to be in a unique motion. He turned right when he saw her, but all the signs were there. The mature woman saw his hard cock with his fingers wrapped around it.
She caught at least a stroke and the event was the most unbelievable one that has ever happened to Paul. He found that, with each change or tune in his relationships with other people, there was usually a defining and awkward moment.
Since he was still a young student, Paul didn’t know the outcome of this event. The only thing he wanted at that time was to vanish in the ground and die. He spent the rest of his day in his room with a fear to go out.
When he woke up the next morning, he didn’t leave his room immediately. He spent around ten minutes with his eyes open and still lying on his bed as he at- tempted to gather his courage for going downstairs.
Then, he left his room and checked the hallway. As it was empty and quiet, he walked down to the kitchen and filled a bowl with cereal. To his knowledge, the house was empty. However, he knew very well that he should not be so sure.
He started reviving what happened the morning before in the bathroom with his mother’s best friend while looking out through the window. Then, he felt Sheila’s passing him unexpectedly. The tips of her fingers swoop lightly over his shoulder.
“I’m not ready to talk about it,” he said in his head as he was mortified.
Sheila pulled out a chair close to him and sat down. She crossed her legs with her skirt embracing her figure perfectly. The fabric shaped with the base where her gorgeous knees bulged.
He pictured her quickly spreading her legs for him. He felt a glorious and powerful sensation to be her lover in his fantasy. He pictured himself being that lover she let into her body, the one who turned her om.
Paul pictured what it would feel like and daydreamed as to the technique of pleasure he would pursue to provide his mother’s best friend. He wondered if she would give him full access in completing his plan. He wondered if she would like his lips kissing her or his tongue pleasuring her clit.
Pamela used an understanding tome to speak. “It would be better to talk about it,” she said before pausing briefly.
“But I don’t know how to begin this kind of conversation,” she added.
“Really? Then, maybe we should just forget it and act as if nothing happened,” suggested Paul as he moved back, his eyes to the window with his head forward.
“Your suggestion is not bad, but we have to talk about it because of me,” she replied.
“What would you say if I told you that I was embarrassed and shocked at first but liked it after?” she asked.
“I found it kind of sexy,” she continued.
“Now, would you like to talk about it?” she asked.
Paul kept looking outside through the window with his head straight forward. Then, he felt Sheila’s soft touch when she placed her hand gently on his thigh. She slid down her fingers to the inner side of his thigh and moved them really close to the tip of his dick.
Paul felt his dick rising in his shorts. He hoped that he would not betray his excitement and attempted to play it cool.
However, his dick didn’t stop growing and he could not hide his excitement any longer. His heart started beating so loud and fast that he thought it would explode from his bust.
Slowly, he turned his head with his eyes seeking for her. At first, his eyes caught Sheila’s ruby lips while she smiled cleverly.
Once they made eye contact, Paul realized that the years of information he stored in his mind was now compromised and his mother’s best friend wasn’t getting full access to them.
“Let me make it fair to you,” said Sheila in a soft voice.
“I saw you naked in the bathroom with his fingers around your cock,” she continued.
“I think that you were hurting yourself with your fist,” she said.
“It would be fair if you can see me also naked and pleasuring myself,” she added.
“Go back upstairs and clean yourself,” she instructed.
“Don’t masturbate in the shower and join me in the spare room soon after,” she continued.
“We will try to make thing fair for you, right?” she asked.
“Okay,” he managed to reply with his dry throat.
As she stood up, Sheila slipped her fingers on his dick. His meat was now harder and it was the first time for him to feel his cock such hard.
“Mmmmm, good boy,” she said in a whisper.
Usually, Paul spent fifteen minutes in the shower. However, that morning, he spent just five minutes to clean every nook and cranny. He left the shower and put on his bathrobe before walking briskly to Sheila’s door.
He found the door open partially and he could see her light naked body on the bed. She was lying across the bed on her back with her legs open. He examined thoroughly her curves with his eyes. He could see his mother’s best friend moving the painted nails of her fingers in a circular movement on her clit before moving inside her wet pussy.
He could hear the noise of her dampness as she worked her pussy. Her juices lubricated her movements. The aroma of her sex made the room thick. He realized that it wasn’t just the perfumed aroma that filled the shower the morning before. It was the aroma of her pussy juices.
According to Paul, each cum of a woman has a unique, distinct, and perfect aroma to it. A tiny smell of it was enough to drive any heterosexual guy in a sexual passion.
From Sheila’s whimpering moans, the moist sound of her cunt, and the thickness of the air in the room, Paul figured his mother’s best friend started massaging herself since she left the kitchen.
His presence seemed to drive her close to her orgasm since her fingers started moving faster with her moans becoming more intense and louder. She was now clutching the bed sheet with her left fingers.
She was clutching them so tight that Paul could see the veins in her hand. “Ooooh… come here… oooohh,” she instructed between moans.
His erection was already pointing to the front gap of his bathrobe with a round bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of the throbbing meat. As he moved closer, Sheila rolled over exposing her naked body.
“Poor baby,” she said as she stared at his cock as if it were a kid.
“You need some serious attention,” she added.
“What can I do for you?” she asked as she grabbed his dick between her thumb and ring finger.
She pressed the palm of her hand against the bottom of his prick. She used her other finger to tap the bead of semen that was on the tip. The thick liquid acted like syrup as it stretched to the tip of her finger when she pulled it from his prick.
Paul could feel his nuts aching with the need to shoot the whole content straight there. He used all his power to control his desire as she kept tapping the tip of his cock with her finger to move his dick to produce more beads of semen. The feeling was unbelievable.
“Is it me? Who’s behind this?” she asked as she looked at him with her green eyes as if she was innocent.
“Yes, you are,” he managed to reply. His body was shaking with passion, fear, and excitement at the same time. She pulled out her tongue and Paul shivered when her warm tongue made contact with the tip of his prick.
The feeling of her tongue as she licked just under his cum-hole was so powerful that he almost collapsed on the floor. He tried hard to control his balls, but he wasn’t enough strong. A small stream of semen burst out of his dick and hit her cheek.
“I’m… sorry,” he managed to say.
The jerking tingle made his breathing really hard. Sheila just chuckled with a smile before sliding her mouth over his prick. The contact felt moist and warm. She hummed and amplified the suction. With her hand, she began caressing his taint and balls. He managed to hold back the increasing pressure on him.
Finally, Sheila paused briefly and tugged him to her bed. “She is now mine to take,” he thought as he felt more determined.
Without thinking, he grabbed her ass with his hands and pulled her to his face as he rolled her over in a reverse cowgirl position. Then, he could see her drip- ping wet pussy as they took ‘69’ position. He started working on it. He focused on pleasuring her and this thought was enough to keep him from exploding all over her.
With his tongue, he lapped at her clit and circled right around her pussy lips before pushing his tongue inside. He could feel his cock slipping deep in her throat and each moan from her mouth vibrated around his meat.
The feeling was the most amazing and unique one he has ever had in his life. He could feel his balls aching as they begged to be emptied with a huge amount of semen ready to leave. He curled his toes so tight that they went rigid.
Sheila removed his cock from her mouth briefly just for catching her breath and releasing a long loud moan. Then, she would rock her hips and press up her cunt against his face.
Paul shook his head while keeping his tongue out and stretching her two pussy lips from left to right. His mother’s best friend drew back immediately from his prick and moaned in ecstasy.
“Oh my gosh… oh my gosh!” she yelled. “I’m going to climax… I’m cumming… oh yes… I’m cumming!” she continued as she climaxed and covered his face with her delicious juices.
“Now, you have my juices on your face,” she said as she rolled off of him.
“This is fair and get up now on your knees,” she instructed.
Paul complied without hesitation and Pamela lay in front of him with her face under his dick.
“Shoot your load on my face,” she instructed.
He stroked his dick in his fist while she licked and toyed with his balls. It was too much for the young man as he exploded. They hugged and lay on the bed with a content face.