I Fell for My Best Friend’s Mother-Hot Lesbian

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Her hands moved to my hips and spun me around. Her hands moved around my waist, pulling my back tight against her chest. I felt her hips begin to circle and push against my back. I pushed back. One of her hands slide down my upper leg as the other pulled me tight. I moved one of my hands back to her hips, the other up around her neck, stroking her neck. The hand moved between my legs, pressing my skirt against my pussy as we swayed and grinded together. I turned my head to face her, leaning my head back and we began to kiss. Her hands slide up my body now, together. Moving to my sweater, gently sliding it down my arms, before running along my sides against my thin camisole.

I moaned when her hands slid by the sides of my breasts, teasing me. I moaned when one of her hands gently ran along the skin above the camisole. I moaned when her hand moved back to my pussy and began to massage. As we kissed, our tongues continued to move against one another. This was fast becoming the most incredible and erotic experience of my life.

She pulled away from the kiss, looked me in the eyes and smiled. She said I think we need to take this up to my bedroom. Wait here, please, she told me and I would have done anything. She left the room, ran up the stairs and five minutes later returned with a devilish grin. Extending her hands to me she invited me to her. I moved quickly taking her hands and following her up the stairs. As we went up I had the most beautiful view of her ass, swaying back and forth as she walked. She pushed open the door to her room, again, jazz music played softly, but candles were lit all over the room and the shades drawn shut. My mouth was open, treasuring the site, what she was doing for me.

As I looked at her she slowly began to unbutton the rest of her blouse, she slowly pulled it aside and off her shoulders to the floor. She revealed the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Large white breasts, flawless and firm, with large erect pink nipples. I smiled as I walked closer. Her hands moved to the hem of my camisole and lifted it up as I lifted my hands. The camisole joined her blouse on the floor. She stood, holding my hips as we looked into each other’s eyes. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I slide it off my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor.

She smiled and told me how beautiful I looked, I blushed. One of her hands slowly slid up my side, before cupping my breast, almost weighing it in her hand as she began to knead and massage my breast. I knew my nipples were hard, and if possible, getting harder. We moved together. Our hot warm bodies coming together. The feel of her breasts against my bare skin was indescribable. Our breasts touched, and pushed, it was so erotic, so beautiful. We began to kiss, my hands moving to her shoulders and her neck, holding her head as our lips and tongues made love. Our kiss grew more and more intense. Her hands moved to my back, stroking up and down my back before moving to my ass. Instead of kneading or grasping, one hand rested on the top of my skirt, as the other slid the zipper down, loosening the skirt and allowing it to pool at my feet. As I kissed her I briefly had the embarrassing thought that I was standing in front of my best friend’s mom in just my thong.

But this was no longer my best friend’s mom, this was my lover. As our lips parted from the intense kiss and I told her what I thought. I love you, lover, was all I could muster, hardly poetic, but it was my truest and deepest thought. She smiled leaning in and said, well lover, may I make love to you. I leaned in and kissed her as my assent and she walked me to the bed, the satin sheets felt luxurious against my naked skin as I moved into the bed. She looked at me and smiled.

She slowly began to unbutton her capris, swaying her hips as she undid them, then slid the zipper down and easing them off her hips before they fell to the floor. She stood before me only in a pair of sexy blue underwear. She climbed up on the bed and moved toward me. I was laying back against a sea of pillows as she crawled up to me, smiling as one of her legs moved between my legs against my pussy. She leaned in and kissed as her perfect breasts fell away from her body, my hands instantly began to massage and cup them, loving the feel of her breasts in my hand. The smooth skin, the warmth, the weight, the knowledge that she loved it. My thumb began to stroke across her nipple.

Our kisses stopped as she let out a soft moan and growl before our tongues resumed their play. She lay down against my body, her thigh grinding against my pussy. I was at a flood, and had been since our dance. I lifted one of my legs, sliding between her legs and reciprocating the pressure. I could feel that she was wet against her cotton underwear. She pressed herself down on my thigh as I pushed, just as she was doing with her leg and my pussy. Our lips kissed as my hands ran along her back, feeling her skin, moaning and groaning in response to this experience, this love.

She lay down on top of me. Her weight resting upon me. Her breasts pressing against my own. Her body, her skin laying and rubbing against mine. Her thigh pressed harder into my rapidly moistening pussy. I was soaking and I knew she could feel it as she ground against my pussy. My thigh responded against her, I could feel her wetness. The incredible realization that I had done this to her. I was the one making her wet. It was my kiss, my touch, my pressure that was causing her to build. I moaned against her as she began to kiss down my jaw to my neck, burying her mouth as her tongue licked around my neck. I moved a hand to her head, moaning in response to her touch as I pressed back against her, arching my back, moaning her name as she kissed and licked.

It was incredible. One of her hands began to lightly stroke the outside of my breast, sending shivers down my spine, she slid off of me, so she was only on me partly. As her leg continued its pressure, her hand began to lovingly cup and hold my breast. She began to stroke my nipple back and forth with her thumb, I was going nuts. The feeling was so great, so wonderful.

She moved back to my mouth, kissing me with abandon. Our tongues continued to dart in and out and around. I felt her hand slide down my breast, along my abdomen till they came to rest at the top of my thong. Her finger lightly slid gently beneath the fabric, teasing me, I felt her hand slide further and further until I nearly jumped. I felt her fingers brush across my clit as they moved to my wet slit. Her fingers gently traced my lips. She stopped kissing me and propped herself on one arm, watching my reactions.

I moaned her name, as her fingers slowly delved into my wet folds. Her deft fingers first stroked one lip and then the other before sliding between the two and into me. I raised my hips in response as her fingers continued their exploration. As she slid the fingers in, she grazed her thumb across my clit. I began to moan loader, almost pleading for her. I began to beg her to touch me, to make me cum, to take me. She leaned into me and said with pleasure. Her thumb began to press down on my clit, circling around and around. I pressed back up into her, moaning in response as I felt something building. It was incredible her deft finger gently stroked my love button.

I began to think just how incredible this was. That a woman had me on the verge of an orgasm. That her fingers were deftly driving me toward what would be a life-changing event. Her thumb began to circle faster and faster and I felt myself building and building. She continued her assault, as the while her fingers moved in and out of my wet vagina. Her fingers slid up along my slit until she began to stroke, and flick my clit with two very wet fingers. She moved her fingers back and forth, around and around and I began to shake. I began take shallow breaths, moaning and groaning under the touch. I felt myself shake and then begin to tense, the feeling spreading throughout my entire body and then…

I screamed, I moaned her name, Jeanette, Jeanette. I am cumming I told her, I am cumming, oh my gosh I am cumming. I felt that release a feeling that prior to this moment, only I had brought myself too. It was so much deeper, I felt this incredible sensation, knowing it was such an erotic and intimate moment. Her fingers began to circle my sensitive clit, slower now, allowing me to slowly come down. And then her fingers began again, the circular touch on my clit. And I began to build again. I placed my arm on her shoulder, the arm that was touching me so sensually and just looked in her eyes.

My mouth opened, breathing quickly, short shallow breaths as I felt the sensation, the building again. The shaking following by tension all over my body. I just whimpered, softly saying her name and then it hit me again. I screamed her name, Jeanette, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I screamed. Her finger slowed its touch, before slowly sliding back into me. Her fingers stroked my inner lips before she brought her wet fingers to her mouth and as I watched in orgasmic bliss, she licked her fingers. I told her how incredible it was, she just smiled and said you ain’t felt nothing yet.

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