Doing Julie’s Mom
My daughter, Julie, said she was going to a party that night and suggested that I come with her.
“Why would I do that?” “Well, Anna’s mom usually hangs around with us and it always looks like she feels out of place. She might like company. Plus, she’s gay, too.”
“So, you’re trying to fix me up?” I had been alone for a few years, and I often thought that Julie was looking out for me.
So, I decided to go.
“Mom, dress nicely.” That was code for me not to wear “Fuck me” clothes, but instead dress like “I might be interested.” I decided on a white linen dress, mid-thigh and open back, which meant no bra. My tits are tiny anyway, so that didn’t matter.
I had not met Anna’s mom, Leanne, before but had heard a lot about her. She met us at the door and I knew I was in trouble. Leanne was wearing a tight white T-shirt and her bra was visible underneath, dark blue shorts and a red belt. I was instantly attracted to her (and thought to myself that I should have worn “Fuck me” clothes!). She took me by the hand and led me to the bar where we each chose a glass of champagne.
As the party wore on, Leanne spent a lot of time with me. It became increasingly clear that she liked me. And I thought she was wonderful. Bright eyes, a smile that lit up the room. And, most importantly, she seemed to care about me – she listened to me and shared her views with me. Plus, she began to touch my arm as we talked. It gave me goosebumps. I was so, so nervous as I wondered where this was going.
As the party began to wind down, Leanne left me to say goodbye to Anna’s friends. I was alone and a bit depressed that she hadn’t shown more interest in me. Self-pity began to take over. I had been lying on a chaise by the pool and decided to leave. I sat up and began to put on my shoes.
“You’re not leaving?”
I perked up at Leanne’s smile. She sat on the chaise behind me. “We haven’t had the chance to spend any time together.” My bare back faced her. “No bra?” I shook my head.
Electric shocks tore through me as her hands began to lightly stroke my back. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, but my daughter might see …” “She’s with Anna.” “What?”
Leanne laughed “It’s not what you think.”
I gave a soft gasp as her hands slipped inside the waist of my dress and began to caress my bottom. “Are you into me?” I asked. “Since the minute I opened the door” she whispered.
Her hands continued downward. “No bra – are you wearing panties?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself” I whispered. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I gave out a soft moan as Leanne eased me back against her, her hands staying inside my dress. Her mouth found my neck and she began to softly kiss her way to my ear. I thought I was going to faint when I felt her slip her tongue into my ear.
“Oh, god; I haven’t been touched like this in ages.”
Then, her hands slid around my sides and cupped my breasts. “How about like this?” and she began to lightly pinch my nipples. Every touch was light, gentle, loving. And I could feel myself losing control. My erotic side was taking over and wanted her to take me. Her hands came up to my shoulders and slid my dress over them and down my arms.
“I can’t get naked here” I cried softly. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked.
I shook my head as Leanne pulled my dress over my arms, and I was naked to the waist. Her arms pulled me closer to her. Her hands gently stroked my stomach, up and down, from my breasts to my waist. Again and again, but with her hands going further down a bit more each time. And I was getting more and more aroused each time. I gave out a soft moan as Leanne eased me back against her, her hands staying inside my dress.
“Hmmmm … Panties” as Leanne’s hands found the waistband of my panties. I felt my body beginning to tremble. Julie talked me into coming with her and now I’m watching myself half-naked in the arms of her best friend’s mother – her hands about to reach my pussy.
“Lift your butt up” Leanne whispered. I obeyed, picking my butt up, and I felt my dress being whisked down my legs. Naked except for panties, I knew I was Leanne’s and I wanted it. Leanne’s hands pressed against the inside of my thighs.
“Open your legs” she whispered. I did.
I threw my head back against her shoulder. She turned my head and for the first time, we kissed. A gentle kiss, and then I felt her hand on my panties, gently stroking my pussy. I moaned into Leanne’s mouth. She pulled away “You’re so wet …”
“I’m surprised I haven’t come.”
“Do you want to?” she asked. “Oh my god, yes.”
Her kiss became more erotic, her tongue feeling for mine, finding in a sensuous dance inside my mouth. I felt her hand exploring, looking for the waistband of my panties, and then it slipped inside. I could feel that familiar (but almost forgotten for me) feeling begin to build as Leanne’s fingers found my slit. It had been so long … my husband was long gone. A girlfriend here and there. Julie worrying about me. All these thoughts flashed across my mind as my rapture built.
“Sit up” Leanne whispered. I did. And down my legs went my panties.
I turned sideways so it was easier for me to kiss her and easier for her to finger-fuck me. I could feel my pussy juicing as Leanne’s fingers went to work. Never hard, just nice and sensual. I closed my eyes and had the feeling that I was falling. And then it began to come.
“Don’t stop” I whispered, “Just don’t stop.”
My legs began to tremble as Leanne’s fingers found my clit. I started to whimper; it all felt so good. And then it hit. My body went stiff; I wrapped my arms around Leanne and just held on. It felt so good. Tears ran down my cheek.
I pulled away from Leanne as my orgasm faded. I smiled. She wiped my tears away and the hair from across my face.
“I’m glad I came – I mean to your party.”
“Mom!!!!!” “What …”
Julie had caught me. I was so ashamed and embarrassed. I grabbed my dress and pulled it over my head.
“Mom! How could you do this out in the open?”
“Let’s go home Julie.” And we left. I was too embarrassed to even say goodbye to Leanne.
The next morning, my phone rang. “You forgot your panties.”
I could feel my face redden with shame.
“Come for lunch. You can get them then.”
“I would love that.” I felt a tingling all over as I relived the night before. And I could feel my panties getting wet with excitement.
I told Julie. “I knew you would like her. And it’s a gorgeous day for sex outside.” She gave me a hug.
“Why would I do that?” “Well, Anna’s mom usually hangs around with us and it always looks like she feels out of place. She might like company. Plus, she’s gay, too.”
“So, you’re trying to fix me up?” I had been alone for a few years, and I often thought that Julie was looking out for me.
So, I decided to go.
“Mom, dress nicely.” That was code for me not to wear “Fuck me” clothes, but instead dress like “I might be interested.” I decided on a white linen dress, mid-thigh and open back, which meant no bra. My tits are tiny anyway, so that didn’t matter.
I had not met Anna’s mom, Leanne, before but had heard a lot about her. She met us at the door and I knew I was in trouble. Leanne was wearing a tight white T-shirt and her bra was visible underneath, dark blue shorts and a red belt. I was instantly attracted to her (and thought to myself that I should have worn “Fuck me” clothes!). She took me by the hand and led me to the bar where we each chose a glass of champagne.
As the party wore on, Leanne spent a lot of time with me. It became increasingly clear that she liked me. And I thought she was wonderful. Bright eyes, a smile that lit up the room. And, most importantly, she seemed to care about me – she listened to me and shared her views with me. Plus, she began to touch my arm as we talked. It gave me goosebumps. I was so, so nervous as I wondered where this was going.
As the party began to wind down, Leanne left me to say goodbye to Anna’s friends. I was alone and a bit depressed that she hadn’t shown more interest in me. Self-pity began to take over. I had been lying on a chaise by the pool and decided to leave. I sat up and began to put on my shoes.
“You’re not leaving?”
I perked up at Leanne’s smile. She sat on the chaise behind me. “We haven’t had the chance to spend any time together.” My bare back faced her. “No bra?” I shook my head.
Electric shocks tore through me as her hands began to lightly stroke my back. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, but my daughter might see …” “She’s with Anna.” “What?”
Leanne laughed “It’s not what you think.”
I gave a soft gasp as her hands slipped inside the waist of my dress and began to caress my bottom. “Are you into me?” I asked. “Since the minute I opened the door” she whispered.
Her hands continued downward. “No bra – are you wearing panties?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself” I whispered. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I gave out a soft moan as Leanne eased me back against her, her hands staying inside my dress. Her mouth found my neck and she began to softly kiss her way to my ear. I thought I was going to faint when I felt her slip her tongue into my ear.
“Oh, god; I haven’t been touched like this in ages.”
Then, her hands slid around my sides and cupped my breasts. “How about like this?” and she began to lightly pinch my nipples. Every touch was light, gentle, loving. And I could feel myself losing control. My erotic side was taking over and wanted her to take me. Her hands came up to my shoulders and slid my dress over them and down my arms.
“I can’t get naked here” I cried softly. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked.
I shook my head as Leanne pulled my dress over my arms, and I was naked to the waist. Her arms pulled me closer to her. Her hands gently stroked my stomach, up and down, from my breasts to my waist. Again and again, but with her hands going further down a bit more each time. And I was getting more and more aroused each time. I gave out a soft moan as Leanne eased me back against her, her hands staying inside my dress.
“Hmmmm … Panties” as Leanne’s hands found the waistband of my panties. I felt my body beginning to tremble. Julie talked me into coming with her and now I’m watching myself half-naked in the arms of her best friend’s mother – her hands about to reach my pussy.
“Lift your butt up” Leanne whispered. I obeyed, picking my butt up, and I felt my dress being whisked down my legs. Naked except for panties, I knew I was Leanne’s and I wanted it. Leanne’s hands pressed against the inside of my thighs.
“Open your legs” she whispered. I did.
I threw my head back against her shoulder. She turned my head and for the first time, we kissed. A gentle kiss, and then I felt her hand on my panties, gently stroking my pussy. I moaned into Leanne’s mouth. She pulled away “You’re so wet …”
“I’m surprised I haven’t come.”
“Do you want to?” she asked. “Oh my god, yes.”
Her kiss became more erotic, her tongue feeling for mine, finding in a sensuous dance inside my mouth. I felt her hand exploring, looking for the waistband of my panties, and then it slipped inside. I could feel that familiar (but almost forgotten for me) feeling begin to build as Leanne’s fingers found my slit. It had been so long … my husband was long gone. A girlfriend here and there. Julie worrying about me. All these thoughts flashed across my mind as my rapture built.
“Sit up” Leanne whispered. I did. And down my legs went my panties.
I turned sideways so it was easier for me to kiss her and easier for her to finger-fuck me. I could feel my pussy juicing as Leanne’s fingers went to work. Never hard, just nice and sensual. I closed my eyes and had the feeling that I was falling. And then it began to come.
“Don’t stop” I whispered, “Just don’t stop.”
My legs began to tremble as Leanne’s fingers found my clit. I started to whimper; it all felt so good. And then it hit. My body went stiff; I wrapped my arms around Leanne and just held on. It felt so good. Tears ran down my cheek.
I pulled away from Leanne as my orgasm faded. I smiled. She wiped my tears away and the hair from across my face.
“I’m glad I came – I mean to your party.”
“Mom!!!!!” “What …”
Julie had caught me. I was so ashamed and embarrassed. I grabbed my dress and pulled it over my head.
“Mom! How could you do this out in the open?”
“Let’s go home Julie.” And we left. I was too embarrassed to even say goodbye to Leanne.
The next morning, my phone rang. “You forgot your panties.”
I could feel my face redden with shame.
“Come for lunch. You can get them then.”
“I would love that.” I felt a tingling all over as I relived the night before. And I could feel my panties getting wet with excitement.
I told Julie. “I knew you would like her. And it’s a gorgeous day for sex outside.” She gave me a hug.
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