1. Fucking Another of My Mother's Card Club Frie


    Date: 11/30/2015, Categories: Anal, Mature, Taboo, Author: badboy1958, Rating: 97, Source: xHamster

    (This is Part II of a series, a sequel to "Fucking One of My Mother's Card Club Friends" previously posted) I was at the d**gstore picking up my first razor and a pack of blades when someone behind me said: “Hey there, good looking, what’s cooking?” As I turned back towards the next person in the checkout line, I saw Mrs. Wiley, one of my mom’s Card Club friends. Her first name was Stephanie. For a fifty-year-old, she was a very well put together redhead with long locks that fell just below her shoulders. Gravity had already started to sag her large boobs just a bit even though they were well supported by her bra. But, even so, they certainly were sizeable and shapely enough to command the attention of a horny 17-year-old like myself. And though Stephanie’s apple ass was just a little too ample to be really, really hot, I had often imagined doggying her with great pleasure whenever I got a chance to ogle her bottom at my parents’ Card Club. I had always wondered if Mrs. Wiley had a bush and if it was the same color as her striking auburn hair. If so, I had already decided that I would love to get lost in her red girl fur and eat her out. (Sorry to shock you, but this is what horny 17-year-olds fantasize about whenever they encounter a reasonably attractive milf.) Yeah, though there were both pros and a few cons to be weighed, I definitely would love to take an honors course in Fucking 101 with Stephanie Wiley as my teacher if I ever had a chance. “Oh, hi, Mrs. Wiley, good ...
    to see you,” I said. “I see you’re buying a razor. You’re not a little boy anymore, are you?” she replied. I chuckled and said, “didn’t know anyone had noticed.” Oh, my,” she rejoined, “I, for one, have certainly noticed. Hey, wait up for a minute, I have a question for you.” So I waited near the checkout line as Mrs. Wiley finished her purchase. Wrapping her left arm in my right arm, Stephanie led me into the parking lot and steered me far away from the door so we could have some conversational privacy. She had a reputation for being very direct and did not disappoint: “How come you’re no longer playing bridge with us at Card Club?’ she inquired. “I don’t know, just busy I guess,” I answered. “Well, you were never too busy before. I can tell you really love the game. How come you won’t play a hand or two with Etta or any of us?” she rejoined. Stephanie had me. She knew something was up. And she seemed bound and determined to get to the bottom of it. I looked away and mumbled something to the effect that I had better things to do with my time. Stephanie continued her interrogation like a relentless lawyer: “And I’ve noticed that you and Etta almost seem to be avoiding one another when we see you at the house. Mary Jane has noticed that too. What’s up with that?” Mary Jane was the other member of my mother’s Card Club and our next door neighbor. An attractive, leggy, short-haired, 45-year-old brunette, Mary Jane was another Fucking 101 teacher I would love to be schooled by ...
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