Mark's lesson for Lindsey (fm:first time, 7992 words) [1/3] show all parts
|Author: Mr. X|
|Added: Aug 28 2018||Views / Reads: 3216 / 2863 [89%]||Part vote: 9.39 (28 votes)|
|Mark is home from college and after a misunderstanding, introduces Lindsey to the lessons he learned while he was at college. All the while, having fantasies about her mother. Fits into Sex at work, old/young, male domination, romantic|
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Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!Unloading the last of the bags from my car, I paused for a breath. First year of college done. My parents had convinced me that coming home for the summer, instead of say, section hiking the AT, would be a more productive use of my time. In reality, it was summer school, maybe a summer job, and if I was lucky, getting to catch up with people I left behind. I shut the trunk and hefted the duffle bag onto my shoulder. Looking down the street, I bit my lip as I began to dread the next three months.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed high school. I was decent looking, and standing at 6'2'' 200 lbs with a low body fat percentage, I checked off a lot of marks with girls. Add in the appendage in my pants, and the accompanying nick name it had received of Mark's Monster, and I did alright. The only issue I had now though, was that I had gone away to college, and while I did not think I was better than my old friends, I had definitely out grown them. A car pulled up at the foot of our drive and a woman's voice yell from inside, "Mark, is that you?" I knew the voice. Lindsey Jacob's mom, Camille, had been in my life for almost as long as I could remember. Lindsey had been my best friend until last fall, when, unbeknownst to me, I had done something to end that.
Camille on the other hand, well she held a special place in my heart. She was the first woman I ever saw naked in person. 14 and looking for Lindsey, I had walked into their house when she was laying in the back yard, sunbathing without anything on. She did not have the ideal body, but being a larger woman came with benefits. G cup breasts with dark red areolas and thick long nipples were on full display, and at the time, boobs were the most important thing to me. She was tugging at one of those luscious nubs, which made my hard on that much more intense. Couple that with the fact she had her legs open and was slowly caressing that hairy pussy of hers, and my education to women had begun. I do not know to this day if she knew I was there, silently stroking away behind the pillar in the living room, staring out into the yard, matching every movement of her fingers, but I had not cared that afternoon. I dropped the bag on the ground and walked down the drive to say my hellos. Looking down into the car, it was evident that those tits had gotten a little bigger since I was 14, as the cheap bra she wore strained to contain them. Without even a moment's notice, my mind flashed back to that day 5 years ago. Those damn things had to hang almost to her waist, I thought to myself.
"Ms. Jacobs... how are you?" I spoke trying to maintain eye contact and control the growing erection.
"Don't you Ms. Jacobs me Mark. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Cammy. I have known you since you were born." She scolded.
"Maybe a couple of more times." I laughed, "How is Mr.... I mean, how is Ryan?" Ryan was her husband. I always had thought he was a son of a bitch for the way he treated Camille. He was never home and from what I could tell, hadn't touched his wife in more than a decade. Lindsey had jumped all over me one day for saying it to her, and assured me, I had it all wrong, that her mother was the bitch and did not want to be touched.
"He is... well he is an asshole, but he is ok." She finally announced, "Have you seen Lindsey yet?" I shook my head slightly. "She hasn't returned a call or text in about three months." I sighed, "apparently I did something."
She waved her hand and added, "She is having a rough time with a couple of things. Boy problems. You should go see her. She is working at that clothing boutique on 5th. She might lie to you and tell you she doesn't, but trust me, she needs to see you."
I bit my lip. She had not been a part of that conversation and resulting string of text messages. She was very clear about her and my friendship and standing. I nodded and replied, "I will see what I can do. I have to have family time first. She smiled and grabbed my hand. My dick immediately jumped. "Thank you. Now I will let you get back to unloading." I watched as her car drove down the street and turned into the last house. Unloading. Oh, I would be unloading something later.
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Hotsauce writes Thu 30 Aug 2018 01:47:
How long will we have to wait for part 2?
awesome story! Hope there is a part #2!
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