1. Mrs. Cartwright


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: LarsKaiden, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    I’d always had a thing about Mrs. Cartwright. There was something sexual about her, but it was impossible for me to explain what exactly. I’d once tried telling some close mates about how she made me feel, but they just laughed. They told me she was way too old for me and probably not very interesting. “She’s into potted plants, for fuck’s sake,” said Stewart, “It doesn’t get much more boring than that!” I figured my friends were probably right, but I still had this thing for her. She was what I would consider a real woman. She was curvy, with ample breasts and long legs that she liked to show off, almost always wearing high heels, even when she was tinkering around in the greenhouse. There was something of distinguished beauty in her face. Unlike the girls of my own age, Mrs. Cartwright displayed class. Her makeup was tuned to perfection. I could easily overlook the few tell-tale wrinkles in favor of her benevolent smile. She was a warm person, with nothing to hide. Unlike the high-school chicks I frequented every day, she had already made her mark. She didn’t need to pretend. To me, she represented the type of woman I would like to be married to one day. --- It was by chance that I met her that day. I’d just finished working my summer job in the local supermarket when I bumped into her in the parking lot. She was struggling with a trolley load of plants that she’d purchased from the adjoining garden center. I could see that the trunk was already full and that she was ...
    having a hard time fitting everything in. I walked over and asked if she needed some help. “Hi, Lee,” she said, “I’m afraid I’ve bought way too much, as usual.” “Maybe we can fit some on the back seat,” I offered. “Ah yes, what a good idea,” she replied, “Where are you going?” I told her that I was headed home, to which she suggested that I ride along with her seeing as she lived just up the road from me. It was definitely better than waiting for the next bus. --- We finished loading up the car and headed toward home. It was at that point that I realized that I’d never been alone with Mrs. Cartwright. Sitting right next to her in the passenger seat made me very conscious of her presence, especially with her long legs shooting out from under her dress, her thighs quite exposed as the material had ridden up toward her waist. I took a quick peek and immediately felt a twitch in my pants. At that very moment, she tugged at the hem, pulling it down slightly. I blushed bright red, thinking I must have been busted. “So, have you been shopping?” she asked cheerily, looking over at me. I explained that I was working a summer job, trying to make some money before going to college. “Very good,” she replied,” That will keep you out of trouble. Too many teenagers are into drugs, alcohol and sex these days. Well, drugs and alcohol anyway. Sex isn’t such a bad thing.” She looked over at me and smiled. In that instant, I had a feeling something was going to happen. With hindsight, it was easy to ...
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