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Without a doubt, my first real lesson in how to please a mature woman and my first blow job was from Debra’s mother.
Sally V. was an extremely beautiful woman. At five foot eight, she could have easily been mistaken as a model. At least at fourteen that how it seems to me and it was easy to see where Deb got her beauty. Jet black hair and eyes, high cheek bones, shapely butt, large well developed breast and nipples with smooth (rumor had it she was of Cajun origin) olive tan skin.
She had been divorced twice and Debra was the product of her second marriage to a piece of Alabama white trash named Dutch. That marriage had lasted just long enough to get her pregnant.
What Deb and I didn’t know was that the women had finished their inventory around mid-night and that Debra’s mother had eased herself into the house while we were clutched in the moment of our respective passion and heated release.
Displaying every bit the true lady she was, she had poured herself a drink and slipped into the privacy of her own room where she quietly undressed and went to bed.
The next morning found me on the sofa sound asleep where I had retreated around 2 a.m. after convincing Deb that her mother would surely be home soon and that it wouldn’t do for us to be caught in her bed together.
Mrs. V arose late and fixed us breakfast.
Before sending me home, she made comments about how good it was to know that there were such a fine young man she could count on to look after her daughter when she wasn’t there.
Debra about choked on her breakfast and if I hadn’t been feeling completely like the biggest turd in Alabama, I would have notice the hunger in her eyes and the sensuous sound in her voice.