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“Dude… I am SO PUMPED!!!” My friend Travis yelled over the phone as I watched TV. It was the middle of July here in Massachusetts, and we were 2 days away from the highlight of my summer, a heavy metal festival coming by. Travis and I have been friends for about 2 and a half years at this point, myself coming into the town high school from a public school and becoming friends with him due to our mutual tastes in music. We are very similar in a lot of ways, like being extremely tall for our age (we’re both 16, I’m 6’5 and he’s 6’3), a passion for video games, and very weird senses of humor. Despite my height and what I consider to be decent good looks, I’ve never really been popular with the ladies because of my somewhat social awkwardness and being a bit overweight. I’m not anywhere near obese, but enough meat on my bones to be a force to be reckoned with. Because of my sheer size people always ask what sports I play, and I’m always ashamed to say that I don’t play any because I’m too lazy. But anyways, on with the story… The plan was for me to hang out at his house the day before the fest, sleep over, and then go in the morning. I showed up at his house mid afternoon, and stayed indoors Maltepe Escort because of how hot it was. We spent most of our time playing miscellaneous video games and hydrating in preparation for the 12 hours of metal that lay before us during what was said to be the hottest day of the summer. In early evening Travis’ mom came home from work and came in to check on us. Mrs. Anders wasn’t your standard “MILF”, although a very attractive woman. She had Travis at a late age, so she was in her early fifties and had a very natural glow to her. She was a short woman at just over 5 feet (Travis got his height from his dad) and was physically fit from plenty of exercise. She had shoulder length gray hair (she didn’t bother dying it), average sized perky breasts, and a small, tight-looking ass. Travis’ dad was a travelling manager and only home about once a week, which meant her sexual needs probably weren’t being met and added a factor to her flirtations. We were very friendly, mostly because she was compatible with my quirky sense of humor and I think she was somewhat into me. She sat down on a chair to the side of the couch Travis and I were on Maltepe Escort Bayan and talked to us about her day while we killed Nazi Zombies in Call of Duty. I couldn’t help but notice her legs slightly spread apart as she spoke and I could see right up her work skirt. Her smooth, toned thighs led right up to the bright white panties she was wearing. I could make out the outline of her pussy against the fabric of the panties and heard a buzz as I felt a good amount of blood rush from my head to my dick. I had to readjust how I was sitting in order to hide my somewhat large boner from being noticed, but I could have sworn she glanced once or twice right at my groin while we talked. Eventually she left to do her own thing while Travis and I continued to play video games. When the time came to go to bed, it was decided that I would sleep on an airpump mattress on Travis’ floor. I was fine with this, but couldn’t really sleep anyways because of the amount of anticipation I had for the concert. After several hours of laying in bed staring at the ceiling, I heard Mrs. Anders creep out of her room and down the stairs. I decided this would be a good Escort Maltepe chance to grab a drink of water and chat it up with my friend’s mom so I slipped out of the room and downstairs. When I reached the doorway of the kitchen I nearly choked at what I saw. Mrs. Anders was bent at nearly a 90 degree angle over the sink filling a glass with water, wearing a t-shirt about 2 sizes too small and absolutely NOTHING beneath the waist! I had a perfect view of her ass in all its splendor, the cheeks looked silky smooth and firm, while her asshole looked tight enough to hold a pin in place. I could see most of her pussy which was a bright shade of pink and seemed already slightly wet. Absolutely stunned by what I saw, I took a single step back directly into a coffee table. The slight noise made Mrs. Anders suddenly unarched her back and turned around, dropping her half full glass of water into the sink. Her face became very red but she didn’t move a muscle, even as the water ran behind her. We stood there, absolutely petrified, and stared each other down. I eventually broke contact and gazed at the rest of her body, which included her gray bush and her amazingly perky tits pressed tight against her t-shirt. A little water had gotten on them and I could see her areolas in full splendor, which made my mouth water quite a bit. Knowing that her lack of speech and movement was pretty much an invitation to take her for my own, I slowly yet intently made my way across the kitchen towards her.
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