I dated the daughter but ogled the mother.
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I brought a camera to our ceremonial event – getting our high school certificates. Everybody was there: Students, family members, and other guests. My parents were on my sides, excited their gifted child completed successfully his senior year, and waited patiently to see me parading toward the principal to get my diploma.
I looked at the crowd, watching my friends chatting and joking. Among them, I saw Brenda and smiled. She was invited to my 18th birthday party among 5 other girls, got drunk, cornered me and declared her love to me. She said she dreamt about me and would love to date me. I rejected her advances politely, saying I needed to concentrate on my final exams because without good grades I would not get accepted to an Ivy League university.
Brenda never mentioned her offer again, but her constant stares did not leave any doubt she was still interested. Her looks was OK, but no more. She was my age, 5’6″, about 140 pounds, average size chest, and seemed to be in good shape. However, I was thinking about some of the prettier girls once the school year was over.
On Brenda’s left, there was an older woman. Unlike Brenda, she had long black hair that framed nicely her pretty face. She had a smile. I could not describe the smile, but it captured my eyes. She sat quietly, watching the ceremony, occasionally talking and hugging Brenda. I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful woman who was likely Brenda’s mother. Except when I went to get the diploma, much of the time, my eyes focused on her.
When the ceremony ended, I noticed Brenda walking out with her mother. I approached Brenda and said, “Congratulations. We both made it.”
She grinned, “Yes, we did. Let me introduce you. This is my Mom, Elena. Dad is away, in Japan on a business trip. Mom, this is Hunter, the guy I mentioned to you before.”
I looked at her Mom, who again had her uniquely attractive smile, and said, “Ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. Your daughter and I were in the same class. I tried to outscore her but failed miserably.”
Brenda laughed, “Mom, don’t listen to him; he is a straight A student.”
Elena gazed at me with her dark, beautiful eyes and said warmly, “Hunter, according to my daughter, you are a great student and a nice person. Thanks for inviting Brenda to your birthday party. Whenever you have nothing better to do, we would love to see you in our house.”
“Thank you. I’ll do it.” Then they left. I joined my parents, and soon, we were on our way home.
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A week had passed, and I could not get Brenda’s Mom out of my mind. Her face was pretty in a unique way. An exotic type. But the most attractive feature was her smile. It haunted me like Mona Lisa’s smile haunted Leonardo Da Vinci.
On a Friday afternoon, I called Brenda and asked if she wanted to join me going to the movies. She was thrilled, “Sure. What movie and when does it start?”
“It’s Poor Things. According to reviews, Emma Stone plays wonderfully in the film. It starts at 7:30.”
“It’s Friday. We won’t get tickets.”
“I have 2 tickets already. Hank bought 2 tickets but became sick, and his brother handed them to me.”
“I’d love to. I’ll be ready at 7 prompt.”
I wore blue jeans and a white shirt and arrived at her home at 6:55. Her Mom opened the door. She smiled at me, “Hunter, she will be ready soon. Come on in. The theater is nearby, so you don’t have to leave before 7:15. Can I offer you a drink?”
“Water will be fine. I see your husband is not here. Is he still abroad?”
“Yes. His business takes him away often.”
“Sorry to hear that. Next time, if I can find tickets, may I include you too?”
She chuckled, “Not a good idea. I will be a third wheel. But you can visit us at home whenever you are free. We hardly go out.”
“Elena, may I ask you a personal question?”
Her mysterious smile reappeared, “Ask. But if it’s too personal, I may not answer.”
“You have a very distinct smile. Where does it come from?”
Her smile broadened, “I have no clue. I was told in the past my smile was nice. Anyway, thank you for the compliment if you meant it that way.”
“I did. I saw it the first time during our ceremony and was intrigued by it.”
“Hunter, it’s nice to hear that at my advanced age, young people still find anything interesting in my face.”
She turned to go to the kitchen to bring my water, and I ogled her body. She wore a simple short sleeve blouse and a long skirt but looked good from behind. When she came toward me, her front was impressive as well. I couldn’t see her legs, but the narrow waist and protruding breasts caught my eye.
She flashed her signature smile at me as she handed me the water.
I joked, “Thanks for the water. And I think I am falling for your smile.”
She giggled, “Be nice. You are going out with my daughter. If you are nice to her, you have an open invitation, and then you’ll see my smile again.”
Brenda exited her room. She was dressed in a short black dress and 2″ heel shoes. Her appearance was nicer than I expected, and if my mind hadn’t been concentrated on her mother, I might have probably been even more impressed.
I said politely, “Brenda, you look terrific! Much better than in school.”
She grinned, “In school, girls were not allowed to wear these clothes or use makeup.”
I stared one more time at her mother, who stood by the door and smiled at me, and we left. During the drive, Brenda was chatty. She seemed very happy I invited her and tried to talk to me about my hobbies – Photography and sports. I was less inclined to talk, as my mind was still fixated on her mother, so my answers were short.
The theater was very crowded. Our seats were in a middle row. We ate popcorn and drank Mountain Dew but didn’t talk much. Then the movie began. The initial scenes were bizarre, to say the least, but then the concept became clear: a young woman was brought back to life via a brain transplant. In the beginning, her behavior was weird, and then slowly, the newly implanted brain started learning how to behave.
I concentrated on the movie. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Brenda turn her head in my direction now and then. Half an hour after the movie started, she shifted in my direction and leaned her head on my shoulder. I continued watching the screen. She waited 5 minutes, then grabbed my hand and placed it around her shoulder. I didn’t react. She looked at my face for a long moment. I could not ignore her anymore. I glanced and smiled at her. She moved closer still, and her head moved to rest on my chest. At the same time, her hand pulled mine from around her shoulder toward her chest, apparently encouraging me to touch her covered breasts.
I tried to think fast: I was attracted to her mother more than to her, but she was very close, smelled nice, and seemed to be motivated to seduce me. My cock made the decision for me. It started engorging and a minute later created an uncomfortable tent in my pants. I moved sideways slightly, trying to position my organ more comfortably.
Brenda noticed me shifting. She guessed the reason and whispered in my ear, “Don’t move; I’ll take care of it.”
Subsequently, her fingers found my zipper and carefully opened it. Then she lowered the waistband of my boxers to expose my erect prick. In the darkness, she couldn’t see details but noticed its size and gasped, “Oh, lordy! You are blessed.”
I didn’t answer, and my hand massaged her covered tits.
She bobbed her tiny hand on my shaft a couple of times, then she bent and wrapped her lips around it. The person next to her was initially watching the movie, but when Brenda’s mouth began moving faster, he noticed her rhythmic movements. He looked in my direction. I signaled I was sorry but had no control. He smiled and showed a thumbs up. Seeing that he enjoyed our show, I became bolder. I inserted my palm into her cleavage and kneaded her firm tit. Brenda’s mouth turned up the pace, and I shot my slimy spunk into her mouth shortly after. She swallowed my load like a pro, and after milking the last drops from my deflating rod, she zipped my fly, leaned against my chest, and grinned at me. My hand was still tweaking her hard nipple as the young guy next to Brenda watched my hand strolling inside her dress.
For the rest of the movie, Brenda’s eyes alternated between my face and the screen, with her hand gently caressing my covered dick. She didn’t notice or care about the guy eyeing her on her right. Before the movie ended, I removed my fingers, and she rearranged her dress. When the lights were on, the guy stared at her. She saw his eyes checking her and smiled at him sweetly.
We drove back to her house. On the way, she said, “I enjoyed the action and the movie. When can I see you again?”
“When our vacation started, I promised my mother I would help her with several projects. Can I visit you next Friday evening? We don’t have to leave your house. By the way, I noticed your father is hardly at home. What does your mother do all her free time?”
“Each morning on Tuesday and Thursday, she goes to LA Fitness and exercises for 2 hours. Occasionally, she participates in yoga classes as well. Otherwise, except when she goes on errands, she stays at home and watches TV.”
“Doesn’t she socialize with friends?”
“She has a couple of friends, but they have little children and have busy lives. She said that, eventually, she’ll visit them more often.”
“It’s not healthy to live like that. She needs to go out more often.”
“I told her the same thing, but she is very stubborn, insisting she likes her life this way. When you come to our house, you try, and we’ll see if you are more successful waking her up from her slumbered life.”
We arrived at her house. I accompanied her to the door. She stood there and pouted her lips. I approached and kissed her lips gently. She whispered, “Don’t forget about next Friday. I’ll talk to Mom to see what time is better.”
I left, feeling a faint taste of my cum on my lips.