Best Birthday Ever - Sex Stories

Best Birthday Ever

How many guys remember their first crush on an older woman? It could have been a teacher, or a friend's older s****r, or a friend's mom... How many remember the first older woman they knew that they wanted to fuck? That woman that you took one look at as a boy or young man and just knew that you had to see her naked, caress her body and fuck her silly... I know I'll never forget mine. It was the summer of my thirteenth birthday. My best friend was having a sl**p over to celebrate his thirteenth birthday as well. We've know each other since forever. That's how we've always looked at it; as long as we can remember we've known each other and been friends. I never really paid that much attention to his mom in all those years; she was just his mom and barely rated as a female in my book. I wasn't one of these boys who thought girls were gross or icky either. The phone rang and my mom answered. She said 'hello' and then said 'okay' and hung up. “That was Miss Tina,” my mom said after hanging up (we call every one Miss or Mister INSERTNAME. That's how we addressed all the adults in our lives except teachers). “She was calling to remind me that you need to bring swim trunks and a change of clothes for Matt's sl**p over.” “Okay,” I replied. I ran off to my room and grabbed my book bag, unzipped it and dumped everything out on my bed. I made sure I had all the clothes I would need, plus other stuff like my toothbrush, deodorant, cologne, etc. I repacked my book bag and ran back into ...

... the living room, dropping my bag near the door. I stared at the clock: 3:37pm... and the party doesn't start til 5... Finally it was time to leave. I was so excited for my first sl**pover party. All of our friends were going to be there and most of them were planning on staying the night. I was going to be so much fun. We were going to swim and eat and stay up all night playing video games and who knows what. We had been talking about it since before school let out. We got to Matt's house and my dad insisted on walking me to the door. I knocked and Miss Tina opened the door. I waited patiently while she talked to my dad, typical parental stuff: if you need us call blah blah blah... I kept noticing all my friends running around out back by the pool through the french doors at the back of the house. I was shifting from foot to foot the get out there with them. Miss Tina noticed. “You can go on in, sweetie. Just drop your stuff off up stairs, change into your trunks and get out there.” “Thanks,” I said. “Bye dad.” And I was gone. Up the stairs like a shot. I dropped my bag and pulled out my trunks, ran into the bathroom and was changed in no time flat. Back down the stairs so fast I’m probably lucky I didn't break my neck and out the back door. All my friends were running around playing while Matt's dad was cooking on the grill. I walked over to have a look. Hamburgers and hotdogs. A table near by had chips and drinks and stuff like that. “For right now just grab a water gun and ...