Mrs Jones

Mrs JonesI can't remember her name. She was just Mrs Jones. Her son; Mike and I were fond of motorbikes. He had a Honda XL 75; a 4 stroke trail bike with no muffler, so for a small bike,it made a lot of noise. It had problems. It would hardly ever start. We had to push start it pretty much every time. After that, it ran like a dream.We decided to strip down the carburetor. Mike's dad had a big garage and loads of tools, so I went over one day to start on the business. Mike wasn't home. I knocked at the back screen door as I always did and Mrs Jones came and opened it, as she always did, but she was dressed in her underwear. Black bra. Black panties. No clothes.She said "Sorry, Mikes not here but come in. I'm not quite ready but go to the kitchen and grab yourself a drink." She went back to the bedroom...Now, I was 18. I was a normal teenager fantasizing about sarıyer escort teenage girls, and I had never looked at Mrs Jones twice. She was just a friend's mother, but she had never appeared before me in black underwear. As she led me through the back door, I couldn't help thinking "FUCK! I've just nearly seen Mike's mum's tits! The black lace of the bra against her white tits actually gave me a stiffy I hadn't expected. I was 18. I wasn't into older women, or so I thought.I got a Coke from the fridge and she came back to the living room. She hadn't dressed. She seemed to have forgotten she was still in bra and panties. Mrs Jones was what you would call average. She was about 5 foot 8; not fat, not slim.; greying blonde bob haircut; women didn't dye their hair back then. I liked her because she was always kind to me, but esenyurt escort I had never seen her as attractive or anything. I was just a teenager! Now, seeing her in underwear; black underwear; I started to look at her differently.Turns out, Mr and Mrs Jones were actually getting a divorce, and he had moved out. Mike had gone with him. She said "Mike's gone with his dad., but you can still work on the motorbike, or you can hang around with me." She then reached down the side of the chair she was sitting in, and lifted a bottle of Scotch, She was totally drunk."Want to see these? I know you young boys are obsessed by tits." and she reached round and unclasped her bra. As she pulled it off, I saw her pure white B cups hang in the breeze with little pink nipples and it was the first time I realised that mature tits could avrupa yakası escort actually be sexy. "Come over here" she said." I did, and she started to unzip my jeans. "Squeeze them". I started fondling her tits, and was amazed at how lovely they were, on a late forties woman. Then she sucked my cock...Mrs Jones knew how to suck a cock. I have to admit, I was 18 and she was the first woman to ever suck my cock. My first blowjob at age 18 was from a granny! Mrs Jones told me not to come in her mouth. She lay back, pulled her black panties to one side, and said "put in in here!"I shot a huge load of teenage cum inside Mrs Jones. Of course, it was a hairy snatch back in those days, but it was a blonde snatch too. Back then, the carpet matched the curtains.. It ended up being a long day. She was drunk, and she got me drunk, and then she sucked my cock for hours and then asked me to fuck her with a cucumber, which I did, but shoved my cock in at the last minute and gave her more sperm.I'm really glad I went to fix a motorbike that day.I still remember Mrs Jones opening the back door that day, and seeing the black bra against her white breast flesh....