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Authors name: jongzx (jongzx@aol.com)
Story title : Fingered Friend's Mom
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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
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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.
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