Mom's Girlfriends. Part 1
So, for her forty-fifth birthday, my mom invited her work friends and a neighbor from the fifth floor (we lived on the sixth). I was planning to slip away, hang out with my friends, after giving my mom a bouquet of flowers and a box of marzipan candies, but she asked me to be home and sober. I had never seen her friends before, no, not like that, her colleagues. The first to arrive was Valentina Nikolaevna, I don't know how old she is, she looked a bit older than my mom, an ordinary accountant just like my mom. A rather attractive woman, for MILF lovers. Then came Oksana Fedorovna and Anna Nikolaevna, both senior accountants. I had of course seen the neighbor Kristina more than once, I think she was 35, but she looked older, maybe because of her fullness, no, she wasn't fat, but she had some extra weight. Kristina had an amazing daughter, she seemed to be 16, but she looked a full 20, slim, busty, with a peachy butt. The last to arrive was Galina Petrovna, the chief accountant, ooo, this person deserves a separate conversation, she's a star, according to my mom. She was only a year older than my mom but looked fantastic. Rumor had it she had a breast correction, went to the gym, the pool, and, of course, for all sorts of manicures, pedicures, sugaring and other such stuff. In medium heels she was exactly my height (175cm). I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, which peeked out from the neckline of her fitted green dress. During the evening she caught me looking at her tits several times and I would shyly look away.
The wine ran out, and I went to the store for three more bottles. It was nearing midnight, I would go to my room, then come back to the table. Kristina left first, then Anna Nikolaevna started getting ready to go, but my mom said I could drive everyone home. The chief accountant tactfully refused and called a comfort-class taxi. I got dressed and sat for another half hour waiting for my mom to say goodbye to her colleagues. First I dropped off Anna Nikolaevna, then Oksana Fedorovna. Valentina Nikolaevna lived on the other side of town, the whole ride she was trying to call someone, and when we pulled up to her building she said in a tipsy voice:
— Oh, Dimochka, thank you so much, driving us old aunties home.
— What do you mean old, Valentina Nikolaevna, you're still …..,- I was trying to find the right words.
-What?
— well…still… wow, in your prime,- I felt ashamed of my own words.
The woman hesitated a little
— What prime, all the juice has been drunk already…
— I wouldn't say that, you look very good.
— Oh, come on, you're embarrassing me. Let's go, I'll make you some tea instead.
I opened my mouth, stunned by her offer.
— I…uh… I don't even know… you probably want to sleep already?
— Dim, I won't sleep from all that drinking, I'll be seeing spinning rooms, I at least need to drink some tea and take a shower.
I'm thinking why she needs to invite me up, if she has anyone at home, and if I even want this.
-So? Will you keep me company??
— ….I ….well…okay
— That's wonderful!- the woman clapped her hands like a little girl.
We went up to the second floor and entered a small two-room apartment. The lights were off everywhere, so most likely, she lived alone
— Tea or coffee? Or maybe something stronger?
— I have to drive home!!
— Oh, yes, sorry, I didn't think. Let's have tea, I have a very tasty one.
I agreed and went to wash my hands. Valentina Nikolaevna brewed tea in a glass teapot, got out candies, eclairs and some buns. To my surprise, we found common topics, we talked about music, by the way, she liked some modern songs, about work, I found out how they gossip about the chief accountant, turns out her husband is a terrible henpecked husband and a total pushover, but he earns well at some construction company.
The clock hand passed two in the morning. Awkward pauses appeared in the conversation.
— So how are you? Still planning to catch spinning rooms?
Surprisingly, I felt very comfortable with this woman, and I didn't regret deciding to visit her.
— Oh, I don't know, I hope it won't come to that. I need to take a shower, can I ask you to stay until I come out? I won't be long.
— Yes, of course.
The woman gathered the dishes and, piling them in the sink, went to the bathroom. Literally not even five minutes passed before the door opened and I heard her voice:
— Dimochka, I have a small problem, please help.
I jumped up from the table and went into the bathroom.
— I think the zipper on my dress is stuck, can you help unzip it?
— Hmm, let me try.
She gathered her hair to the side, and I, taking hold of the pull tab, tried to unzip it. The zipper really was stuck, the pull tab remained in place as if glued. For about 7 minutes I couldn't do anything and I even started sweating a little.
— Damn, the pull tab is so small it slips out of my fingers.
— Yeeeah, what a situation….listen, maybe try with pliers? They're in the drawer in the kitchen, under the microwave.
With the tool things went better, little by little I managed to unzip it, and my view opened to the back of a turquoise bra. I felt awkward. Valentina Nikolaevna let go of her hair and it cascaded over her left shoulder.
— Thanks Dim! — she said quietly.
— It's nothing,- I replied and turned towards the door and unexpectedly felt her hand on my elbow.
— Wait, don't go…
I turned around, she was so close I could feel her breath. My heart started pounding. She looked into my eyes, then lowered her gaze, moved from my shoulder and her palm slid down, meeting my palm.
— Valentina Nik….
— Hush…. please…for God's sake, hush.
Her other hand rested on my thigh, she took a step forward and put her head on my chest. I stand silently, not daring to move. At one point I even thought she was crying, but I couldn't confirm it as she skillfully averted her gaze. I didn't fully understand her reaction, but it seems my dick understood it in its own way, treacherously starting to grow in size, bulging my jeans. Valentina Nikolaevna kept hugging me, as if enjoying it, she stroked my hands, my back, sometimes daring to touch my buttocks. Apparently, feeling my erection she pulled away from me.
— Ooo, my boy, do I really arouse desire in you, that's the highest compliment for a woman.
— I…I feel so awkward, sorry…
— Oh, no, don't apologize, I should be the one asking for your forgiveness for this willfulness, I had managed to forget what it's like to hold a male body close. Will you let me make you feel good?
I was like a mentally challenged person making some inarticulate sounds. Not hearing a clear answer the woman knelt down and immediately unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My erection tumbled forward with a wet spot on my underwear. I stood rooted to the spot, not believing this was happening to me. The woman pulled my jeans down to my knees and very slowly, enjoying the process, pulled down my underwear. When the elastic released the organ, my cock swung upward. The head nudged against Valentina's dry, slightly parted lips. Another second and she was already playing with it in her moist mouth. I groaned quietly, jerked my hands to grab the woman's head, but changed my mind and returned them to their original place. She sucked about half the length of my cock, grabbing my hips with both hands. A moment later she released the cock and looked at it, as if admiring the smooth polished head, from which a thin, sticky strand of saliva stretched.
— Will you rub my back? — she stunned me.
— Wh..what..ah, yes… of course.
Valentina Nikolaevna stood up, pulled her dress up, took off her tights and then the dress itself. She turned her back to me, hinting apparently to unclasp her bra. I managed that task quickly, after which she herself took off her panties matching the top and stepped into the bathtub. I stood and looked at her, not perfect, with slightly sagging breasts looking like a B-cup, but at that moment so desirable. She adjusted the water and the streams immediately flattened her hair. Hurrying to get rid of my t-shirt and the rest of my clothes I joined my mom's colleague. She pressed her back against me, my hands cupped her breasts. Valentina knelt down again and took it in her mouth. About three minutes later I came in her mouth. She swallowed with pleasure and licked the remnants from the head. My member went limp. The woman took a washcloth and started soaping me up, then I did her. We rubbed our slippery, soapy bodies against each other for probably about 20 minutes. She massaged my balls and stroked my cock, which had grown hard again. She wanted to be fucked and I did it, turning her with her back to me. My cock easily penetrated the accountant. She moaned loudly and long. I slapped her ass and started fucking. She came pretty quickly, started writhing like a snake in my hands. I waited a bit and started ravaging her vagina again. The woman cried out, gasped, moaned and gave me a whole rainbow of emotions. I came on her tailbone, she hugged me and we stood like that for a long time enjoying the massaging action of the thin streams of water.
Valentina Nikolaevna offered for me to stay, but I thought it was unnecessary. It was quiet at home, my mom had cleaned everything up and was sleeping in her room. In my jeans pocket I found a sticky note with Valentina's phone number.
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