Turning a single mother into a lesbian
A couple of months ago I was taking my niece to school for a few weeks. Each morning we would drive to the school and then stand outside her classroom door. Every day she would play with her best friend, and I would talk to her mum while we waited. This went on for a few days, and the conversations started continuing after school had started. This went on until we were going for coffee every morning after the school run.
She was blonde, had big tits, and was curvy in all the right places. She was what all you chronically online perverts would call a 'pawg'.
She came across as quite flirty, although I thought nothing of it, as she had told me she was recently divorced and happy. We talked about anything and everything; it felt like we had known each other for years.
During one of the conversations, it came up that I was bisexual, something that she wanted to talk about a lot after I said it. She told me that she had only ever been with men, to which I replied, 'That sounds awful.' To which she smiled and clearly quietly agreed. This wasn't brought up again, but I noticed during the conversation she wasn't just talking to me; she was staring at me. At the end of the coffee, we hugged – a hug that went on a little too long and a hug she held a little too tight.
I didn't see her at the school for a few days, her daughter was ill. A few days later she returned, and our coffee routine continued. Although now all she wanted to talk about was what it's like to be with a woman: "Is it better?" "I bet they care more," I replied with, "Do you want me to show you?" She blushed and nervously laughed, clearly pushing down the urge to say yes.
At the end of the coffee we went back in for our now routine hug, and again it was longer and tighter than it needed to be. Before she pulled away, I thought, 'Why not?' and just kissed her. A kiss that felt like if she had her way would have lasted forever. When our lips did finally detach and my tongue left her mouth, she blurted out, "That was amazing." I knew she wanted more, so I offered to drive her home.
During the car journey I noticed her looking at my legs. I was wearing a skirt, so it had ridden up. I asked if she wanted to see more. She laughed, realising she had been caught looking at my legs. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my upper leg. She caressed my thigh and commented on how soft it was.
We arrived at the house, and without hesitation she invited me in. As soon as we entered, she kissed me again. Before I took it any further, I asked her if this was definitely something she wanted; she replied, "Absolutely." I pushed her onto a couch, straddled her and continued our kiss.
She began squeezing my boobs through my top and then moved under the fabric and removed my bra. Her hands were warm and soft against my now erect nipples. I returned the favour and began sucking her nipples, she loved this. I slipped my hand into her jeans she, was soaking although at this point, so was I. I began to rub her pussy, and she started to moan. After a few minutes I got up and removed the rest of her clothes and just looked at her for a few seconds, she was stunning.
Surprisingly, she stood up and pushed me onto the couch and pulled off my skirt and began licking and sucking my inner thigh, eventually moving to my pussy. Even though she had clearly taken charge, she was still insecure about whether or not she was good at eating pussy, but as I told her, "For your first time doing it, you're brilliant." I've been with guys who consider themselves gods in bed who were nowhere near as good as her.
This is when she really surprised me and stopped licking my pussy, took my feet, started sucking and licking, and began masturbating. I'm not somebody who is into feet, but even I thought she looked really hot doing this, so I began to masturbate as I watched her.
After a while I pulled her back to the couch and began to lick her pussy. She almost screamed from pleasure, and after a few more licks, she orgasmed.
After her orgasm, I crawled back up her body, and we kissed and held each other. After a few minutes I got up and asked where her shower was. She told me I gave one last caress of her still sensitive pussy and went to the shower. I was in the shower for seconds before she appeared at the shower door. Still naked, she sat on the toilet seat and watched me while masturbating. She orgasmed again and left.
After the shower we talked about what had happened and how she wanted it to become a regular thing. I said that wouldn't be a problem.
Sorry that it's been a while since my last post. I've got lots of other encounters and experiences to write about, I just haven't had the motivation to type them out lately, although that seems to be back now, so more will follow.
She was blonde, had big tits, and was curvy in all the right places. She was what all you chronically online perverts would call a 'pawg'.
She came across as quite flirty, although I thought nothing of it, as she had told me she was recently divorced and happy. We talked about anything and everything; it felt like we had known each other for years.
During one of the conversations, it came up that I was bisexual, something that she wanted to talk about a lot after I said it. She told me that she had only ever been with men, to which I replied, 'That sounds awful.' To which she smiled and clearly quietly agreed. This wasn't brought up again, but I noticed during the conversation she wasn't just talking to me; she was staring at me. At the end of the coffee, we hugged – a hug that went on a little too long and a hug she held a little too tight.
I didn't see her at the school for a few days, her daughter was ill. A few days later she returned, and our coffee routine continued. Although now all she wanted to talk about was what it's like to be with a woman: "Is it better?" "I bet they care more," I replied with, "Do you want me to show you?" She blushed and nervously laughed, clearly pushing down the urge to say yes.
At the end of the coffee we went back in for our now routine hug, and again it was longer and tighter than it needed to be. Before she pulled away, I thought, 'Why not?' and just kissed her. A kiss that felt like if she had her way would have lasted forever. When our lips did finally detach and my tongue left her mouth, she blurted out, "That was amazing." I knew she wanted more, so I offered to drive her home.
During the car journey I noticed her looking at my legs. I was wearing a skirt, so it had ridden up. I asked if she wanted to see more. She laughed, realising she had been caught looking at my legs. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my upper leg. She caressed my thigh and commented on how soft it was.
We arrived at the house, and without hesitation she invited me in. As soon as we entered, she kissed me again. Before I took it any further, I asked her if this was definitely something she wanted; she replied, "Absolutely." I pushed her onto a couch, straddled her and continued our kiss.
She began squeezing my boobs through my top and then moved under the fabric and removed my bra. Her hands were warm and soft against my now erect nipples. I returned the favour and began sucking her nipples, she loved this. I slipped my hand into her jeans she, was soaking although at this point, so was I. I began to rub her pussy, and she started to moan. After a few minutes I got up and removed the rest of her clothes and just looked at her for a few seconds, she was stunning.
Surprisingly, she stood up and pushed me onto the couch and pulled off my skirt and began licking and sucking my inner thigh, eventually moving to my pussy. Even though she had clearly taken charge, she was still insecure about whether or not she was good at eating pussy, but as I told her, "For your first time doing it, you're brilliant." I've been with guys who consider themselves gods in bed who were nowhere near as good as her.
This is when she really surprised me and stopped licking my pussy, took my feet, started sucking and licking, and began masturbating. I'm not somebody who is into feet, but even I thought she looked really hot doing this, so I began to masturbate as I watched her.
After a while I pulled her back to the couch and began to lick her pussy. She almost screamed from pleasure, and after a few more licks, she orgasmed.
After her orgasm, I crawled back up her body, and we kissed and held each other. After a few minutes I got up and asked where her shower was. She told me I gave one last caress of her still sensitive pussy and went to the shower. I was in the shower for seconds before she appeared at the shower door. Still naked, she sat on the toilet seat and watched me while masturbating. She orgasmed again and left.
After the shower we talked about what had happened and how she wanted it to become a regular thing. I said that wouldn't be a problem.
Sorry that it's been a while since my last post. I've got lots of other encounters and experiences to write about, I just haven't had the motivation to type them out lately, although that seems to be back now, so more will follow.
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