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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Fingered Friend's Mom (Fm, 1st, mast) by jongzx (jongzx@aol.com) *** True story, honest! I know you've heard that before, this one's really true. It was a "dark and stormy night" with my best friend in the front seat, his dad driving. His mom and I crowded in back seat. *** This is all true, as best as I remember it. It happened quite a while back, and then there were those experiences with "mind expanding substances" in between then and now. In, Jr. high when I was around 12-13, I met a guy who became my best bud thru High School and then college. We are still 'cross-country friends 'lo these many years later. But if he knew about what has happened between his mom and me and I don't think he would have continued the friendship. When I was 14 or so, my best friend and I were picked up at the airport after returning from camp by his mother and father. It was a 'dark and stormy night,' really it was raining hard and the flight had been delayed. When we finally landed his folks were anxious and out of sorts. It was still raining like hell and the crummy airport didn't have enough covered loading area and we really just threw our stuff into the car, most into the back seat. I climbed into the back seat from the left and slid over against the pile of crap that filled half the seat. I expected my friend to slide in after me but instead it was his Mom. Turns out she was one of those folks who get all nervous riding in the front seat when somebody else drives, especially at night and more so in a storm. In the back seat she was fine, especially if she was sitting behind someone and couldn't see the road ahead behind the driver was her favorite. I was kind of self conscious about being scrunched up against a person I barely knew, especially an adult, and especially an adult woman, but it was too late to do anything. His dad was tense about driving in the weather and told us to keep quiet so he could hear the radio, it was some damn easy listening crap but had 15 minute weather and traffic updates, he had it up loud because of the noise from the wet road. The only thing he said was to ask if I could move one way or the other because my head blocked the rear mirror view. I couldn't move to the right and I was sort of horrified when his wife put her right arm around me and slid me towards her, "lean on me, we'll keep each other warm," her husband didn't hear because of the radio and rain and leaning into the windshield. She snuggled down into the seat and said, "Now isn't this cozy?" What I didn't know was that while waiting at the airport she had 'needed' a drink to settle her nerves, as the wait lengthened she had needed another, and then another. By the time we were 'cozy' she was tipsy, a condition I had much less experience with than I do now. When she took her arm from around me and brought it back down, her hand rested on my thigh, I didn't know what to do, I figured if I didn't move she wouldn't notice where it was, maybe she thought it was on the car seat or something. Then she spread her hand so the fingers went some to the inside of my thigh. She didn't do much more but the motion of the car gave it a slight massaging effect. I was incredibly naive and inexperienced then and was more than hesitant to do anything about. No way could I say "Mrs. R your hand is on my thigh," especially no way could I tell her some rather intense sensations were zooming up my thigh to a more sensitive area. Then she gave a slight squeeze! I stiffened; my body that is, but there was a twitch down there too. She started a massage of her own, gently squeezing and her fingers moved farther inside. She made circular motions and her hand kept creeping more inside and higher. "See?" she whispered, "Nice and cozy." I was mortified, but would have been more so if I had said anything. Besides this was starting to feel good! The back of her fingers brushed against my Dick as I called it back then, a few times. And it began to do more than twitch; it was getting stiff in short jerks. I was breathing deep slow and shuddery. Then I stifled a gasp as she just reached over and laid her hand right over it. She massaged up and down, "Mmmm nice and cozy." My dick tried to spring right up but my clothes restrained it. She rubbed gently then musta realized what had happened because she stopped and grabbed the fabric of my jeans and shorts, "Lift your hips," whispered. Which I did without even thinking. She gave a quick tug and my dick came up, flat against my belly. And her hand was flat over it again. She kind of hummed "mmmmmm," then she reached over with her left hand a tugged my left out and laid it on her thigh! She put her hand over mine matching finger to finger and began moving mine in a circular massage, squeezing my hand so it squeezed her thigh. She let her fingers slide between mine and before I knew it I was stroking her nylons. This was just as pantyhose were coming in and before too long as she kept sliding my hand upwards I was feeling bare skin above the nylons. All this time she kept her other hand flat over my dick pressing against it at times, sometimes a slight up and down rub and even an occasional cupping of her finger tips under and behind my balls. She had my hand way down on the inside of her thigh and all a sudden my thumb, with hers over it, sort of found a natural place to slide up and down right at the top of he inner thigh, Her thumb slid in between mine and my hand a spread it outwards. The back of my thumb was rubbing right against her panties. Then her thumb flipped out and mine went right under the edge of her panties! She slipped hers back in and spread mine out more and I was stroking over the softest cushion I had ever felt. She pushed my whole hand to the left, held my hand still and pressing against her and moved my thumb up and down her cleft. She pushed the tip in some, I was just beginning to enjoy this, when she suddenly she pushed my hand away took her hand off. I barely had time to panic a bit as I returned to reality, and realized where I was, had we been caught? Had SHE realized what was going on, maybe she'd had a, a, spell of some sort?? But then she put her hand over mine and pushed it back where it had been. Holy Smoke! She had pushed her panties aside and between her thigh and pubic area. She put my hand over her, her just as her other one was over me and then her left one back over mine. She rubbed my hand up and down her, every few strokes she would press my fingers inward, and then with a few strokes she pushed my two middle fingers into her. OH this was just great. It was warm and wet and slippery in there. She stroked me in and out. Then again she took her hand off, but this time she warned me first, "keep doing that nice and slow and deep." She wriggled her hand under mine at the top. I didn't know what the heck she was doing, much later I realized she had been diddling her clit. She was whispering, more breathing actually, soft sibilant yes and ohhs. Then "Faster, deeper, harder." Her whole body gave a few jerked, more a stiffening really. Then she just sort of clenched and she breathed, "Ooooooooh." Her other hand clenched hard on me, it kind of hurt but it was a good hurt and I started to quiver and I felt a boiling sensation. I didn't know what to do. Did she know what was about to happen? I'd stroked off a few times but had always been ashamed and even scared of what had happened. Then just as I was sure I wasn't gonna be able to stop from spurting she blew out a long slow breath and then went slack. She put her hand back over mine and just held my fingers in her, her other hand just rested on me without really moving. I could feel just the slightest occasional tightening of her pussy on my fingers. "Ooooh nice and cozy," she barely sighed. I woke up so to speak and noticed we weren't far from their house. His dad relaxed some as we entered the residential areas. He turned hi s head some to the side and I almost jerked my hand out but she held it down with hers and clamped her thighs. He said, "Because of this weather we're just gonna go to our house. I'll call your parents and let them know your home safe and sound and will be staying the night." When he turned back she slowly, oh so slowly released my hand, took hers off me and laid my left hand on my own thigh with a quick pat. In less than a minute we were pulling into their drive. It was hustle and bustle time again; leave the stuff just hurry into the house. If it hadn't been for all that rush he might have noticed that when his wife swung her legs out of the car her skirt was up to her waist and her panties pulled off her crotch. Even if he had with any luck maybe he would have the glistening moisture was from the rain! LOL. We managed to all get inside in a slapstick rush without getting to wet, or anyone noticing my "condition". But I didn't know that I still had a "Hard ordeal" to undergo that night. And several, more "satisfying", from my point of view, Experiences with Mrs. R. THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 15