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 ASSTR;'Dear Mrs Jones'{Bunyip}(M/F)[1!1] Dear Mrs Jones by Bunyip

   I came by Jenny's house to ask her out but found only her mother home.
Mrs Jones invited me in to wait but after awhile said that Jenny would be
quite some time as she was having a tennis lesson.  She handed me a plate
of cookies and a glass of coke and said I might as well settle in to wait.
I would have left but couldn't say "no" with a plate in my lap and a coke
in hand.  I ate the biscuits and drank the coke while making polite
conversation.  "Well, I had better go then." I said but she put her hand up
and said "I might as well finish the coke off" and handed me the remains of
the bottle.

   Mrs Jones left and came back in a mini-dress, it was the seventies after
all.  We called them calandar dresses because when the wearer bent over you
could see the date.  Mind you there were no thong panties then.  Panties
were mostly meant to hide everything within.  Still she walked about the
room lifting boxes on top of cupboards and such until it was so obvious
that I felt like telling her I had gotten the message.  From my position,
slouched in the lounge with sagging springs, I could see her pussy mound
peeking out even when she stood naturally.  My own mound was beginning to
rise up as well and I caught Mrs Jones checking it out now and again.

   Not knowing the procedure for chatting up a potential girlfriend's
mother, I stood up and moved over to her just as she picked up a small box.
"Steady me as I put this away." she asked and I said "Sure." She stood on a
chair and placed the box on the top shelf of her display cabinet as I stood
nose to bum with her, with my hands on her hips.  I could smell her sex
from there.  Her dress was skimpy nylon, as was popular then and it easily
slid up and over her nylon panties.  I watched her bum move as I stared
straight through the thin, whispy in fact, nylon panties.

   She made some excuse which I missed and then stooped over to retrieve
something from a lower shelf.  Her nylon panties were soaked in the crotch,
I know, I could see right through.  She turned around on the chair and
faced me.  My hands went back onto her hips and my thumbs lifted her hem
enough to look directly at her pussy mound.  All women were hairy back
then, and to be honest, I like them that way as long as I can find a way
between their lips.  "I'm so hot" she said "and nylon gets so sticky." as
she lifted her dress up and over her shoulders, tossing it to the floor.

   I looked up at her breasts, her plain white linen bra, full of tit of
course, and her big grin.  I didn't know how old she was then and I don't
know now, probably in her late thirties or early forties.  I know she was a
young bride and that she married her husband and had Jenny when she was
still a teenager at least.  Anyway I had a wonderful whif of pussy and my
cock fairly snapped to attention.  I placed my head sideways on her mound,
with my ear against her pubes, and held her against me.  "Shit" I thought
to myself "Do I do it?  or do I fuck off, show her how stupid I am and
insult her in the process?"

   Looking back at her pussy hair clearly visible through her knickers, I
moaned "Mmmm, you are really beautiful Mrs Jones." She smiled from ear to
ear and said "Well, we had better get on with it.  Before anybody comes
home." meaning Jenny.  Her husband had left her and taken her son with him.
Jenny was all that she had.

   I pulled her panties down and put them in my pocket, a habit that began
right then and lasted right up to the present.  I can't help taking a
trophy.  The smell of woman was now much stronger as I breathed in her
delightful scents.  My nostrals flared and I could taste pussy juices long
before my tongue got near her.  My fingers slipped between the curves of
her bum and I grasped her dual rounded orbs and pressed her hairy cunt to
my face.  It was beautiful, she was beautiful.  My nose nested in her pubic
hair, splitting her outer lips and becomming damp with her juices.  I
breathed deeply in and out almost going dizzy with her wonderful scent.

   "Let me down and I can open up for you!" she said turning my face
upwards to look at her smiling face.  "Do you like to smell me down there?"
she asked, perhaps a little confused.  "Oh, Yes!" I answered.  She lay on
the lounge and opened her legs for me.  As they parted her pussy peeled
open and she pulled her hair out of herself, peeling it back and pulling
her flesh wide open for me to see inside.  She looked at my expression and
asked "Is this the first time?" "Ah well, Oh yes, well I haven't seen one
up close yet." I stammered before saying "Oh it's so beautiful.  Can I look
up close?" She smiled and beckoned my toward her.

   I have to say that I learned a lot about women's genitalia over the
ensueing years, but learned more in five minutes searching her folds of
flesh than I have ever since.  She seemed to enjoy me peeking around at her
privates, and surely liked me gently squeezing her soft pink lips, and even
liked me pulling them gently up and apart to open her up.  "Lick me" she
asked, then begged "Lick my lips for me, please lick me..." I did as she
continued with instructions, "lick my lips, now lick between them, ohh yes
lick up there too, lick my hole, yes again, now up the top again."

   Some time later I had to stop as my tongue was sore from pressing into
her, and from washing her open twat from side to side and up and down.  I
never expected my tongue to tire but was pleased as by now my cock had
seeped a wet spot onto my pants, well away from the fly as well.  I stood
and immediately dropped my pants allowing my cock to spring out.  Mrs Jones
gasped as she saw it and said "Oh dear boy that's delicious.  I just have
to kiss it for you." She gave it a few nice kisses, on the head and along
it's shaft, but I am sure she expected it to explode at her very touch and
opted for a ride instead.

   "Lay down, back on the rug there." she instructed as I crawled on my
back to where she directed.  Once on the rug she straddled me and located
the head of my cock in amongst her slippery lips.  She then slid almost all
the way down in one movement.  Finally she nestled onto my cock and I felt
it go a little deeper, in twitches, until I could feel her weight resting
on my pelvis.  She felt so hot inside and my cock was, well, a very pleased
cock.  I didn't know what to do, I certainly couldn't thrust from that
position, so I had to wait for her to run the show which she soon did
admirably.

   At first she rocked back and forth and all I could feel was her insides
sliding across my knob.  Every now and then my cock brushed against a lump
inside her which I later found was her uterus.  Her eyes were closed and
she was smiling like a cheshire cat.  Her legs folded under her, each side
of me, and she tucked her knees against my sides before rising up and then
down again, sliding her cunt up and down on my cock.  I felt wonderful but
even though I wanked off at times in what seemed like seconds, and though I
feared shooting before my cock actually entered any pussy I was lucky to
get near to, I found I was not even getting the sensations to shoot.  In
fact I am sure that every second I set a new record for myself, at holding
back.

   She stopped riding up and down on me and began sliding back and forth.
My cock still slid in and out but this time the head seemed to be dragging
along her insides.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations, but still
didn't feel like I was ever going to ejaculate, and thought that there was
something wrong.  Nevertheless she rode me while I lay, eyes closed, and a
grin from ear to ear.  I opened my eyes suddenly as I heard what I thought
was a her in pain only to learn that she was having an orgasm and she
thrust sharply and deeply before clenching her pussy muscles onto my cock
and sort of trembling on it.

   Her eyes opened and she smiled "Thank you, that's my first in a few
years, and today is my birthday, thank you dear boy.  Now let's see if we
can make it happen for you as well." She lay forward and straightened her
legs out before nestling them between my legs.  "You will have to lie on me
like this, preferably," she said "and thrust away, poking you lovely cock
into me, again and again.  Like this." she smiled.  Then she began a
thrusting action that saw my cock thrusting into her but with her doing all
the actions.  Her vagina was tighter on my cock, with her cunt squeezed
closed by her thighs I guess.

   Anyway in a few moments I could feel my juices boiling and as if by
instinct I wrapped my legs around her and she bucked feavorishly into my
groin soon reaching another orgasm as I too felt that unmistakable urgency
to let loose with a load of baby juices and we came together.  Well as near
as damn and I certainly was unloading as she was giving short sharp
thrusts, moaning with every thrust.  She lay on me and I undid her bra,
with a lot of difficulty, then scratched her back as she melted into my
arms and rested on top of me.

   I noticed movement and looking up I saw Jenny, sitting on the edge of
the servery, legs apart and a hand in her panties massaging herself
furiously.  When she saw that I had spotted her she pulled her hand out and
made a silent clapping motion, as if cheering the performance.  I smiled at
her not understanding that she had set this up for her mother's birthday.
Her mother moved every now and then, just enough to make my cock jerk and
it basically had stayed up.  I wish it was still that good.  Anyway after
awhile Mrs Jones began moving a little more energetically on it and it
sprang fully back to life.

   She lifted her head and looked at me, then kissed me wide and deep,
using a lot of tongue and passion.  Her bra fell away and her largish tits
swung freely.  Her juicy, well sloppy, cunt squished over my red hot cock a
few times before she said "I think I had better take a pee." She rose and I
looked for Jenny who had dissappeared behind the servery.  Mrs Jones looked
around and then at me and said don't worry Jenny won't be here for an hour
yet, and then she made off to the toilet presumably to wipe herself out.

   I went over toward the servery and Jenny popped up, opened the fridge
and gave me a drink.  "You'll thank me for this someday." she said "I don't
mind taking care of the man that cares for my mum.  Think you can make her
happy on her birthday?" I smiled and said "I want to take you out, not your
mum." "She'll go to bed after this, and we can have the house to outselves.
OK?" she grinned.  "OK" I replied confused but eager.

   Mrs Jones came back, sponged off, smelling of perfume and powder, wiped
well but not dry, not dripping wet either.  She lay on her back on the rug
and invited me over to her, her inviting arms outstretched as were her
legs. I walked over with my cock bouncing from side to side, my drink in
hand which I quickly put down, and a smile of eagerness on my face.

   Kneeling between her legs, I caught the full strength of her perfumes
and powders and felt a little heady, dizzy.  She held her vagina open to me
peeling her sex lips apart so her cunt looked like a deep dark tunnel.  My
cock went in right away and I settled onto her body with my full length
inside her.  As I looked up I saw Jenny sitting on the servery again, skirt
up and hand in her knickers feeling herself once again.  I smiled and Mrs
Jones asked what I was thinking.  "Oh I just wondered what Jenny would
think?"

   "Oh dear, you had better not say anything about this, so she isn't hurt.
You understand?" she begged as both Jenny and I smiled.  "Sure!" I said.  I
began pulling back so my foreskin just slipped against her hole and then
plunging right back into her.  Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as I
thrust away slowly but methodically.  "Faster..." sha asked and I responded
going faster and faster until her pelvis was theusting up to meet me.  Her
feet were well apart and she used them to thrust herself onto me.  Her
hands grasped me and held me to her and in the end her legs wrapped around
me and gripped my body in a vice like grip.  Her pelvis and vagina did the
rest grinding her cunt onto my enraged cock.

   She orgasmed and let go her lip calling out, "Oh Yeah, Yeah, Oh, Oh Oh"
as I felt her cunt bite my cock and hold it tightly.  It pulsed and gripped
it again and again.  Meanwhile I noticed Jenny with both hands in her
panties, her eyes shut and her toes curled up like dead leaves.  She also
seemed to be biting her bottom lip and I hoped that she ddn't let it go as
her mother had.

   I had been unable to move for a few seconds and when I was again able,
through her legs relenting, I thrust maybe twice more before my cock shot
hot cock juice deep up inside my new girlfriend's mother.  I let out a moan
and shuddered in muscle spasm as my cock unloaded.  I pulled it out while
still draining, gobs of thick cream oozing from the end which Mrs Jones
soon pounced upon licking my cock clean then taking it's deflating shaft
into her mouth.  No matter how hard she sucked it was spent for the
afternoon.  Mind you later that night, Jenny was most appreciative. 
Perhaps I'll tell you about that next time.