Ms. Nancy Ch. 02

This story is loosely based on a true story of my fantasies about my best friend's mom and how they briefly became reality. Names have been changed and it's a little loose on some of the facts to enhance the fantasy. I hope you will provide me feed back, as this three part story is my first ever Literotica submission.

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After our little scene in her bedroom, nearly a month had passed and I was beginning to wonder if Ms. Nancy had lost her nerve or changed her mind. I'd seen her several times (with my usual instant erectile response) but she acted as if nothing was different between us, even though she now knew how much she turned me on. Even though I very much desired her, I kind of shrugged it off as a young man's crush and started to pursue girls closer to my own age.

Then one early afternoon, the phone rang and my mother answered. "For you." she said.

"Hello?"

The voice was Ms. Nancy's "We have about one hour. Get over here on the double. Jack's at the office and Larry and Donna are working on a community project."

I waved bye to my mom, grabbed the keys and bolted out the door in the direction of Ms. Nancy's home. As I drove, I couldn't help but imagine what was in store for me.

I arrived in about ten minutes. Fortunately, they didn't live far.

When I arrived at the house, she said "I hope you're ready."

"For what" I responded, pretending to be clueless. "Get out on the back patio and get completely naked like you were that night."

I complied. Walking onto the back patio and tossing my clothes in a pile next to the stairs that led down to the concrete landing on the first floor.

Now the back patio was fairly secluded. It was on the second story and had rails and an awning, but I wasn't completely invisible to a person walking from the right--or should I say wrong--direction. Still, I wanted to cum, with permission, while staring at that gorgeous face and body that had been my masturbation fantasy for years, so I was willing to take the risk.

After a minute or two, she stepped out on the patio, wearing jeans (she was pretty slender for a woman of her age and a mother of two, just enough curves to make those jeans look good), and an oversized t-shirt.

She smiled at me (my heart melted) and said "We're going to make a keepsake this time and you're not going to stain my carpet again. That's why we're out here."

"What if we get caught?" I asked. "Just a chance we'll have to take." She held out a tiny bottle of baby oil and squeezed some out on my cock.

It jumped in response to even a vicarious touch from Ms. Nancy.

Then, oh wow! Joy of joys! She lifted her t-shirt, and I caught a glimpse of the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. Of course back in the day almost all breasts were natural, but hers had held up well over a forty-something year life. She had large aereola, the size of silver dollars, with nice pink nipples set in the center. I didn't know what this really meant then, but I think she was about a c-cup. Whatever, they were a perfect vision of inspiration for an 18 year old boy looking to shoot his load.

She took the baby oil and began to massage the oil into her breasts. "Get going," she said, "we don't have that much time."

My cock had been stiff just from being outside in the cool air and anticipating what was to come. Now, it was rock hard and had begun to twitch with anticipation of having this sexy older woman watch me stroke myself.

She held her t-shirt up with her chin, so I could see those sexy, oiled, shimmering breasts as I stroked. I stared at them, then looked up and looked her in the eye. She was positively beaming as she watched me pleasure myself. Her smile was always something that turned me on anyway. I knew I wouldn't last long.

I was right. In what seemed to be no time at all, I found myself beginning to feel that electrical spark flowing through my thighs signaling an impending orgasm. I grew closer and closer and my entire body began to tremble.

I groaned "I'm gonna cum." When I said that, she knelt down in front of me and said "cover my tits in your juices."

Oh God, that took the cake. I fired six, seven, eight jets of cum, striking her in the tits, just below the neck, hitting her arms and finally, falling onto her flat belly. The final drops settled onto the patio.

I shuddered as my erection began to wane. I had just cum more, probably, than I had ever cum in my life.

"Wow, you really pack a punch, young man," Ms. Nancy smiled and looked up at me. "It's probably going to take me 30 minutes to get all this cleaned up."

"I thought we were going to make a keepsake." I said.

"We are." And with that she dropped her t-shirt and began to press it in to soak up the sperm I had jetted everywhere.

Then she did the best thing ever. She used the t-shirt to wipe the remnants of cum off the head of my cock. I immediately sprang back to life.

"How much time do we have?" I asked.