Backseat Mommy

I picked up some food, went home, ate, had a bath, a glass of wine, and was considering going to bed early... knowing I needed to get up much earlier than my usual nine-thirty so I could host Brynn, when I received an email from 'College Coed Looking for an older woman MILF'.

Hi,

Thank you for responding.

You sound lovely. I'm 23, brunette, brown eyes, 32B small b.r.e.a.s.ts (but big s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e n.i.p.p.l.es) and, believe it or not, I also like nylons. My parents are both in politics and I was expected to dress professionally at many political events. 

Are you available now?

I can come to you ASAP.

I hate to be so forward, but I am really horny and well, if I'm being frank, need to eat a p.u.s.s.y right now!!! 

Please text me at this number if you are available.

My c.u.n.t gushed at her offer.

So although I had an intriguing possible lesbian encounter planned for the morning, I texted her my address.

She responded that she lived close by and would be over in ten minutes.

I put on a s.e.xy red lingerie set I'd bought and not yet used for Cory. It included garters for a pair of stockings, which I fastened in place of course, leaving the p.a.n.t.i.e.s off.

This was a booty call... or whatever the lesbian version would be called... a p.u.s.s.y call perhaps?

I slipped on a robe, poured myself another glass of wine, downed it, and sauntered into the living room.

I wasn't nervous at all until the doorbell rang.

Then I became a bundle of nerves.

What was I doing?

What if she wasn't who she said she was?

What if she was a serial killer?

I went to the door and peeked through my peephole.

My worries quelled.

She was the cutest young thing ever. She indeed looked like a nerd... but a cute one. She had glasses on, her hair in a ponytail and was in a cute sundress (although I couldn't tell if she was wearing nylons).

The only concern remaining was whether she was old enough... she'd said she attended college, but I wanted to make sure.

I opened the door and she apologized, "Sorry I'm late."

This broke the ice instantly, as I laughed, "By what, thirty seconds?"

"A whole minute," she confessed, looking so nervous.

I closed the door and saw she was wearing pantyhose, or at least nylons of some sort. I said, "I hate to be that woman, but can you please confirm your age?"

She laughed awkwardly as she opened her purse, still not really making eye contact with me, "I do look young I know, but I'm almost twenty-four."

She handed me her ID and examining it I said, "You could pass for a high schooler for sure."

"It's a curse," she said, the conversation seeming to relax her a bit as I handed back her ID.

"Or a blessing," I said. "One day you'll want to be mistaken for younger."

"Speaking of which, I can't believe you're forty-six," she said, looking straight at me for the first time, "you look a lot younger."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," I smiled, as I took her hand and led her into the living room. I then decided that this encounter was going to be awkward until we got to the real reason she was here, so I turned back to her, drew her to me and kissed her.

It was the right thing to do for both of us.

My butterflies vanished.

I was also surprised by how much softer her lips were than Cory's or my ex Alex's. The kiss soon became tender and intimate as we both relaxed.

I broke the kiss and asked, trying to be playful, yet sensing she'd need a bit of guidance to get to the real reason she was here, "Ready to kiss my other lips?"

"Yes, ma'am," she grinned from ear to ear, kind of like the Cheshire Cat.

"Take off my robe," I instructed gently.

"Yes, ma'am," she repeated, already in a l.u.s.tful submissive daze.

She undid my robe, opened it to see what I was wearing and she literally gasped, "Oh wow!"

"Like?"

I couldn't explain it, but seeing the l.u.s.t in her eyes and the hunger on her face felt exhilarating. It felt like when Cory had first l.u.s.ted after me.

"You're beautiful," she said, as she scanned my entire body and I shrugged the robe to the floor.

"Thank you, ma'am," she said, admiring my body and clearly wanting to explore it, yet incapable of doing anything without permission.

I moved my hands to her h.i.p.s and pulled her dress up and off of her. She was in a cute pink bra and panty set with nude pantyhose. "You have a great body..." I began, and realized I didn't even know her name. "Um, what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Rachel," she answered, her body shivering as I admired it.

"What a beautiful name," I said, as I embraced her shoulders and kissed her again. She kissed me back as I reached around and unclasped her bra.

I tossed the bra away, broke the kiss and said, as I admired her small but perky b.r.e.a.s.ts and her huge hard n.i.p.p.l.es, "You have amazingly cute b.r.e.a.s.ts."

"They're small," she apologized.

I reached up and cupped them in my hands saying, "Trust me, you wouldn't want them to be my size, they're back killers."

"I never thought of that," she m.o.a.n.e.d as my fingers traced over her n.i.p.p.l.es.

"And these ones are so enticing," I said, as I s.u.c.k.e.d her left n.i.p.p.l.e into my mouth.

"Your lovely n.i.p.p.l.es aren't small at all: they're so big and hard and delicious," I purred, as I moved to her other n.i.p.p.l.e and replicated the attention.

"God, yes," she trembled, as I pleased her.

I shifted into tutor mode for a moment and said, "Pantyhose are fine for business attire, but for playtime I think you need something more practical."

"Practical?"

"Yes, so I can have quick and easy access to that young, ripe p.u.s.s.y of yours," I explained, my hand going to her p.u.s.s.y, which was already quite wet.

"Ohhhhh," she m.o.a.n.e.d, "you don't have to please me, Sarah. I came here to please you."

"Can't we please each other?" I asked, curious to know what l.i.c.k.i.n.g another girl would taste like, would feel like.

"S-s-sure, i-i-if that's okay with you," she stammered, as I rubbed her p.u.s.s.y through her pantyhose and p.a.n.t.i.e.s.

"It is okay and hold that thought; I'll be right back," I said, dashing into the kitchen for a moment.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and returned. She looked at me, slightly perplexed as I knelt before her, snipped a tidy hole in her pantyhose and tossed aside the obstructive nylon to gain access to her twat.

I then tugged her p.a.n.t.i.e.s aside and dove in, tasting my first p.u.s.s.y ever.

"Oh, God!" she gasped and m.o.a.n.e.d at the same time.

"So delicious," I crooned as I sampled her sweet nectar. It was so much more tantalizingly tasty than men ever let on.

My tongue parted her hairless p.u.s.s.y lips and I got a very good taste of her wetness as she put her hands on my shoulders, I believe for balance, as her breathing deepened.

I was like an explorer discovering new uncharted territory and entering a new world, where everything was new and exciting.

I traced her p.u.s.s.y lips.

I teased her big, swollen c.l.i.t.

I parted her p.u.s.s.y lips with wide paintbrush-like strokes.

"Please... may I taste you too?" she begged after three four minutes, perhaps more. I'd lost track of time in my exploration.

"Mmmmmm," I m.o.a.n.e.d, as I stood up, took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom.

We climbed on the bed together, and she surprised me by pushing me onto my back and wordlessly burying her face in my p.u.s.s.y. Evidently she wasn't all submissive. I was good with that.

It was my turn to m.o.a.n, 'Oh, God," as she began l.i.c.k.i.n.g me.

Cory typically licked me a little... but then it usually quickly progressed to a hard c.u.n.t pounding or a deep a.s.s drilling, both of which I loved. Both got me off splendidly.

But this experience was something completely different.

This was a slow burn... a volcanic build up. She began in my p.u.s.s.y, which was a bit like a Yellowstone mud pot, warm and moist and thick, but her attentions soon brought more moisture flowing into it until it became more like a hot spring. Maybe there'd be a geyser soon.

She'd clearly eaten p.u.s.s.y before, soon getting me m.o.a.ning with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e with her fast-paced tongue movements... followed by random taps on my c.l.i.t... followed by slow deep licks... followed even by her tongue, tubular and stiffened, trying to probe inside me.

I was a muddled mess, and she a hungry c.u.n.t muncher.

But even as my o.r.g.a.s.m was building, I wanted to taste her again. "Shift around, I want to eat your c.u.n.t, too."

"Mmmmmmm," she m.o.a.n.e.d as she s.u.c.k.e.d on my c.l.i.t hard for a moment, before spinning around, straddling my face and diving her face back into my p.u.s.s.y.

I wrapped my hands around her a.s.s, pulled my head up and began l.i.c.k.i.n.g, after once again pushing her annoying p.a.n.t.i.e.s out of the way.

I was engaged in my first lesbian 69.

It was amazing!

Our m.o.a.ns echoed in the room like a s.e.x.u.a.l symphony as we both devoured each other's pussies. L.i.c.k.i.n.g, s.u.c.k.i.n.g and probing with reckless hunger.

I came first, screaming into her p.u.s.s.y, "Yes, I'm coming!"

She eagerly lapped up my flooding c.u.m for a good minute as I came and came, before surprising me as she sat up... sat completely on my face and began grinding.

It was the second hottest thing I'd ever had done to me... after, of course, getting f.u.c.k.e.d in a car by my son while my husband was driving.

I extended my tongue and enjoyed this surreal ride as her wetness coated my face like a p.u.s.s.y shower.

Although her m.o.a.ns and sounds were muted somewhat by her legs clamped around my ears, I could hear her babbling, "Oh God, f.u.c.k, yes, f.u.c.k, oh mother f.u.c.k.i.n.g hell!"

Then my already wet face got a complete c.u.n.t c.u.m shower as she came in excessive abundance all over my face, almost drowning me before collapsing forward.

Greedily wanting even more of her c.u.m, I leaned up and buried my face in her flooding c.u.n.t, lapping up as much of her c.u.m as possible.

A minute later, she spun around and kissed me.

Tender.

Intimate.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I smiled.

"I hope we can do this again," she said, as she got down off the bed.

"You have my cell number,' I said. "Text me whenever you need a snack or an o.r.g.a.s.m."

"You may get a lot of texts," she said, as I too got off the bed.

"I hope so," I said, before adding, "and I'll meet you anywhere."

"Now you're tempting me way too much," she said, as we went down to the living room to get her dress.

"You never know when your hunger might need to be quenched," I said.

She grabbed her dress and said, "I'm often hungry."

"Me too," I said.

Her dress on, she said, "Thanks, again, umm... Sarah, I really needed that."

I nodded, "Me too, and next time you come over maybe I'll put on the strap-on I just bought."

She walked over to me, kissed me once more, broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Or maybe I'll f.u.c.k you."

She still has to pause to remember my name, but maybe she's more dominant than I thought! 

My body trembled in anticipation as I smiled, "You can f.u.c.k me anytime and in any hole you want."

"I'll keep you to that," she said.

"You better," I said, before she headed out.

Realizing I was exhausted, I locked the door behind her, shut off the lights as soon as her car had driven away, went upstairs and collapsed in my bed, not even bothering to take off my lingerie. I did notice a wet spot on my bed, her c.u.m, so I rolled over and took a lingering sniff and a reminiscent lick before falling asleep.

.....

I woke up next morning begrudgingly, because my alarm had gone off. That never happened. What the f.u.c.k?

I hated getting up early.

Yet as I woke up, I recalled yesterday.

The wild evening encounter with an innocent-appearing yet s.e.x.u.a.lly knowledgeable and surprisingly assertive college student.

I then recalled the reason I'd set my alarm.

A woman was coming over, possibly for s.e.x.

I stripped out of my lingerie, ran downstairs n.a.k.e.d to start coffee (gotta remember those caffeine priorities), went back upstairs to take a quick shower and put on new lingerie. This time it was a short sheer black nightie, black t.h.i.g.h highs and nothing else.

I wasn't sure where this visit was going to lead, but my attire was going to inform her that this could be no more than a friendly visit if she wished, or my preference, a friend with benefits visit. My taste for c.u.n.t having been confirmed yesterday, I was already looking forward to more. Looking forward to perhaps eating a fresh warm p.u.s.s.y for breakfast.

I put on my robe, not wanting to look too flagrant, especially while answering the door, poured myself a coffee, read the latest news on my new iPad and waited.

I was on my second mug of coffee when the doorbell rang.

Like last night, I was instantly excited.

Unlike last night, there was no bundle of nerves.

Last night had helped me discover another side of my s.e.x.u.a.lity, and today I was looking forward to exploring it some more.

I didn't even look through the peephole this time, I just opened the door and greeted, "Hi, Brynn."

"HI, Sarah," the very pretty but chubby blonde woman smiled, dressed casually in a blouse and a long skirt, no nylons I noticed, although it was obvious that she'd done her hair and makeup for this meeting.

"Come in," I offered.

She walked in and asked, noticing I was in my robe, "Did I arrive too early?"

"No, no," I reassured her as I walked into the kitchen, "I just like being comfortable in the morning."

"In nylons?"

I nodded, "I'm always in nylons, it's my thing," as I led her into the kitchen.

"Never been a fan," she said, following me.

"Depends on which brand, some are scratchy, but the good ones feel amazing against your skin," I said, as I went to the coffee pot. "Would you like a mug of coffee?"

"Yes, please," she said, as she sat down at the table.

"What do you like in it?"

"Just black, please."

I brought her the coffee, sat down and said, "So, before this gets awkward, let me just start by saying I'm thrilled you stopped by."

"Me too," she said. "You're a lot prettier than I imagined."

"Thank you," I smiled, always liking compliments. I returned one back, "As are you."

"Thanks," she said, before adding, "I don't hear that much, anymore."

"Men," I sighed.

"Exactly," she agreed.

"So have you had breakfast yet?" I asked.

"A bagel," she answered.

"I know I said no expectations, but since last night, my mood has changed. Do you mind if I get myself some breakfast?" I asked, standing up.

"Go ahead," she said, not catching on yet to my real meaning.

"I like my breakfast fresh," I pushed the metaphor, deciding to be the most brazen I'd ever been with a woman. (Not a very high bar, since Raven had been the first woman I'd ever come onto in my life, but I still felt I was expanding my boundaries.) I lowered myself to the floor, crawled under the table and parted her legs.

"Oh, my," she gasped, although she did allow me to part her legs.

"Do you mind?" I asked, as I reached for her p.a.n.t.i.e.s.

"We're moving a little fast," she said tentatively even as she raised her a.s.s to let me pull down her p.a.n.t.i.e.s... apparently her words and body weren't speaking to each other.

I said, as I looked at her hairy p.u.s.s.y, "I'm too old to play mind games. I just take what I want, and what I want right now is some fresh pie. Unless you have any last-minute objections."

Before she could offer any, I leaned forward and licked her p.u.s.s.y.

"Ohhhhhh," she m.o.a.n.e.d, as my tongue made contact. "No one has licked me down there in years."

"We can't let that sorry state stand any longer," I said, shaking my head at the uselessness of her husband. I licked her p.u.s.s.y, first clearing a path through her hairy bush, which made it a little more awkward at first than Rachel's shaved snatch, but the scent was a lot stronger... obviously captured in her abundance of hair... a p.u.s.s.y bouquet presented her way.

"That feels sooo nice," she m.o.a.n.e.d, after I'd given her a few licks.

"You taste sooo good," I said, knowing the insecurities a woman has about the way she tastes. Again, men!

"He didn't think so that one time," she said in a bitter tone. "And that was that."

"He's a f.u.c.k.i.n.g dumb a.s.s, you're delicious," I said, as I licked her.

"He's that all right, among other things," she agreed with a m.o.a.n.

I licked her for a few minutes, enjoying my breakfast, lost in her taste and aroma as if I were wandering in a s.e.x garden, as her m.o.a.ns slowly increased.

"Oh, God, Sarah, you're amazing," she said, her sighs, m.o.a.ns and other involuntary sounds getting louder.

"I'm bathing in your ambience, but I want more: I want to taste your c.u.m, Brynn," I encouraged. "I want you to come all over my face."

"Then finger f.u.c.k me," she demanded in a rather urgent tone.

"As you wish," I replied, sliding two fingers inside her very wet p.u.s.s.y.

"Yes, finger bang me!" she m.o.a.n.e.d loudly.

I obliged, rapidly pumping two fingers in and out of her, simultaneously attacking her c.l.i.t with my mouth.

"Don't f.u.c.k.i.n.g stop," she demanded, which I had no intention of doing.

"Come for me," I ordered.

"Oh f.u.c.k, yes, yes, yes," she screamed, and her o.r.g.a.s.m hit her after just a few finger pumps.

I pulled my fingers out and hungrily lapped up her creamy c.u.m.

After a couple more minutes of lavish dining, I crawled out from under the table and used a hand to scoop her fluids from my flooded face into my mouth, smacked my lips dramatically and said, looking at her red cheeks, "Best breakfast ever."

"And I was worried how we could break the ice and end up playing," Brynn said, still recovering from her o.r.g.a.s.m.

"I figured so long as you were willing, a direct approach was a lot better than a timid game of will we, won't we," I said as I sipped on my coffee.

"Well, you definitely broke the ice."

Deciding to keep this going, I asked, as I dropped my robe and hopped on the table in front of her, "Ready to return the favour?"

"Well... yes, but... I've never done this before," she said.

"I hadn't myself before last night," I admitted, as I spread my legs and let her take a good look at my shaved snatch.

"Last night?" she asked, as she looked first at my c.u.n.t and then up to me.

"Yeah, crazy story," I said.

"I still can't believe I just cheated on my husband, but I'm not sure whether I'm sorry," she said, again looking down at my c.u.n.t and back up to my eyes.

"That is why you came over here, isn't it?" I asked, as I moved my left hand to begin lightly stroking my p.u.s.s.y.

"Yes... no... kind of," she said, looking a little frazzled. She then added, "I wanted to meet you and see where it went."

"Okay. And where is it going?" I asked, slowly rubbing myself, drawing the fluids I'd generated while getting her off up to my c.l.i.t, feeling like a seductive temptress, which was quite the rush.

"I don't know," she said, her head very like a yoyo as it went up and down, face to p.u.s.s.y, up and down.

Deciding to give her my very abbreviated and non-i.n.c.e.s.tuous version of my past couple of months, I explained, "It's entirely your decision. But if you want my advice, if you're going to spend the rest of your life feeling guilty about cheating on your husband, it's not worth it. On the other hand, I cheated on mine a few months ago, only to learn later that he'd been cheating on me for years. We decided to get a divorce, but only after agreeing that my cheating was the best thing that could have happened for both of us. It turned out to be a catalyst for us each to begin living the lives we wanted. But I understand that you're not me, and it's your life. Take your time; tell me your thoughts."