How I Came to Do My Best Friend’s Mother
I brought my hands around to her front and lowered them until I could feel the soft down of her pubic hair. It was damp, not from the pool but from her own juices which I could feel oozing out from between her vaginal lips which were quite swollen. The pussy hair was the same soft, dark red color as her shoulder length hair, which had been dried by the sun and had that faint chlorine scent to it. We moved to the king sized bed and she lay down first. I laid next to her and began kissing her ears and neck and then her soft lips. I could feel her tits push against my chest as she reached down and took my penis in her hand, bringing it close to her warm wetness. I moved my kisses down, over the top of each breast and underneath each. As I neared her left nipple I could feel her breath deeply in anticipation. I continued over the right breast and nipple and then began the journey down her soft, flat belly. As I reached her pussy I could see her pussy hair was now quite wet and her pussy lips bulging. As if on cue, she spread her legs revealing the treasures that lie between her shapely thighs. I ran my fingers softly on the inside of each thigh and then began easing my hand close to the source of her pleasure. I ran my index finger over the outer lips, down the slit between them. She was so wet the juices oozed out as I separated the lips and lowered my face to her warm spa. I could see the pussy juice ooze from her opening and I ran my tongue between her lips, tasting her for the first time. The liquid was warm and salty and had a musky aroma to it. I could feel her breath more heavily as I put my finger inside her opening. She lifted slightly, letting me ease my finger more deeply into her vagina. Steve, put another finger in there, please. I did as she asked and with my other hand opened the lips further. I could see her clit bulging, waiting to be cared for and as I began running my tongue over her love organ I continued to fold my fingers inside her pussy.