1. The 'Hot Mom' and the Foot Rub


    Date: 3/29/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: tonyc1980, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The following is a true story. When my friend Lena went off to college out of state I was crushed. Lena and I had been part of a fun-loving guy-girl crowd in high school, but after graduation, everyone disappeared one by one. Except for me. Stuck in my small town, I found going to the local &#034commuter college&#034 boring and anti-climatic. So when Lena called from Arizona State to tell me to pick up some &#034stuff&#034 I'd left at her mom's townhouse, I was happy to oblige. What else did I have to do? &#034Tony, you look like you've come from a funeral,&#034 said Lena's mom, Lois, when she greeted me at the door clad in a tennis skirt and sneakers. Her auburn Dorothy Hamill bob reflected in the afternoon sun. &#034Yeah, well, I'm not happy everyone's left for college,&#034 I replied. &#034That's just part of growing up,&#034 she said. She had an almost elegant way of speaking, like the housewives on those old black-and-white TV sitcoms. We bantered for a few minutes and I remember thinking I was starting to sound like a whiner with my complaining. When she handed me some CDs and an old shirt I'd left, I turned to leave. &#034Well if it's any consolation, I have symphony tickets,&#034 she laughed. &#034And no date. You can come with me to that. So there's something for you to do. I'm sure you'd be thrilled.&#034 To her surprise, I told her I would, in fact, be thrilled. I was an 18-year-old wannabe music critic looking to absorb as much culture as possible. And Lois and ...
    I had always gotten along. Long divorced, she enjoyed the company of younger guys. She was the hot mom; we didn't have the expression &#034MILF&#034 back then. I wasn't about to refuse a night on the town with her. The next weekend I put on my best suit (bleh!) and Lois donned heels and an above-the-knee skirt, and off we went. She drove, in her Saab. I felt like a boy. At first, anyway. Afterwards, when we stopped in at a cafe, I got to meet at least one of the men Lois dated. Paunchy, balding, and smelling like mothballs, he made one of the worst impressions ever. Suddenly, being 18 didn't feel so bad. September spilled into October which soon became November. Lois and I now regularly did &#034the symphony thing&#034 and I enjoyed the music nearly as much as the shorter and shorter dresses she took to wearing. She took me to see my first R-rated movie and insisted on shopping with me one Saturday. &#034We have to get you out of those weird black t-shirts you insist on wearing,&#034 she chided. Later that day, we popped in at one of the health food-oriented restaurants where she liked to eat, and she surprised me by talking frankly about her sex life during dinner. &#034So how's your love life?&#034 she asked, afterwards. This marked the start of a lot of sex talk between us. Usually, she'd complain about how lame the older men she dated were, and then she'd give me advice about my sexuality. &#034You know, you're really going to be revved up a lot during this time in your ...
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