I owe you one.
Back in the 60's my mum had a friend that was a couple of years younger than her Helen, had a son about my age who had joined the army as a boy soldier to get away from his dad. Helen was quite good looking but never seemed to make the best of herself, her husband to put it politely was an arsehole and spent most of his money on cigarettes, drink and bad bets.
I used to like Helen and gave her a lift in my car if I saw her walking or waiting at a bus stop. she always thanked me with' I owe you one' not that I wanted any thanks. On a couple of occasions I would see her in the pub sitting on a drink while she was with friends I'd buy her a drink, again 'I owe you one' none of her friends made anything of it because Helen was my mum's friend and they all knew her husband.
A couple of times I went out of my way helping her out, on a couple of occasions taking her over to her mum's house and hanging around in the local coffee bar until she was ready to come back a round trip of 42 miles. Her mum wasn't well and if I was available I told Helen to just call round home and I would take her where she wanted, the usual 'thanks I owe you one' was forthcoming.
One day Helen came round she was well dressed and had her hair done and make-up on and asked if I could take her to her mothers, as I drove she seemed nervous but a little happier than usual. Arriving at her mum's place she asked me in instead of me going to the coffee bar, I expected to see her mum in the front room but the house appeared to be empty.
As I wondered what was going on Helen said to me 'Now I'm going to pay you back for what I owe you' she started by giving me a kiss that turned into a full on french kiss, and my hormones kicked into gear with a hard on in seconds. Helen reached round and unzipped her dress and allowed it to pool round her ankles, though her underwear wasn't the best it still looked sexy to me. I found myself in a race to get my clothes off to the point I nearly fell over trying to get my trousers and shoes and socks all off at the same time.
Somehow we ended up in her old bedroom naked, I knew she was old enough to be my mother and her figure wasn't what it should be but the sex was fantastic more so because we didn't have to rush. Helen after the first rushed moments slowed me down and told me to touch her all over and use my lips and tongue as well, while I was doing this my cock was throbbing each time it got within her reach she would touch or lick my cock. I would like to say I fucked her for hours the first time I entered her, but the truth is I was so worked up that I shot my load the first time she licked my cock.
Fortunately raging hormones had me rock hard again in minutes and Helen showed me things I hadn't tried before, I have to admit in the back of my mind I thought it was like I was fucking my mother but that's where it stayed. We spent three hours there before heading back to our town, Helen's mum died six months later leaving her the house and enough money for a car last I heard she had left her useless husband and was living with a younger guy, lucky him.
I used to like Helen and gave her a lift in my car if I saw her walking or waiting at a bus stop. she always thanked me with' I owe you one' not that I wanted any thanks. On a couple of occasions I would see her in the pub sitting on a drink while she was with friends I'd buy her a drink, again 'I owe you one' none of her friends made anything of it because Helen was my mum's friend and they all knew her husband.
A couple of times I went out of my way helping her out, on a couple of occasions taking her over to her mum's house and hanging around in the local coffee bar until she was ready to come back a round trip of 42 miles. Her mum wasn't well and if I was available I told Helen to just call round home and I would take her where she wanted, the usual 'thanks I owe you one' was forthcoming.
One day Helen came round she was well dressed and had her hair done and make-up on and asked if I could take her to her mothers, as I drove she seemed nervous but a little happier than usual. Arriving at her mum's place she asked me in instead of me going to the coffee bar, I expected to see her mum in the front room but the house appeared to be empty.
As I wondered what was going on Helen said to me 'Now I'm going to pay you back for what I owe you' she started by giving me a kiss that turned into a full on french kiss, and my hormones kicked into gear with a hard on in seconds. Helen reached round and unzipped her dress and allowed it to pool round her ankles, though her underwear wasn't the best it still looked sexy to me. I found myself in a race to get my clothes off to the point I nearly fell over trying to get my trousers and shoes and socks all off at the same time.
Somehow we ended up in her old bedroom naked, I knew she was old enough to be my mother and her figure wasn't what it should be but the sex was fantastic more so because we didn't have to rush. Helen after the first rushed moments slowed me down and told me to touch her all over and use my lips and tongue as well, while I was doing this my cock was throbbing each time it got within her reach she would touch or lick my cock. I would like to say I fucked her for hours the first time I entered her, but the truth is I was so worked up that I shot my load the first time she licked my cock.
Fortunately raging hormones had me rock hard again in minutes and Helen showed me things I hadn't tried before, I have to admit in the back of my mind I thought it was like I was fucking my mother but that's where it stayed. We spent three hours there before heading back to our town, Helen's mum died six months later leaving her the house and enough money for a car last I heard she had left her useless husband and was living with a younger guy, lucky him.
7 years ago
