How My Classmate's Mom Taught Me About Sex [mF] - Sex Stories

How My Classmate's Mom Taught Me About Sex [mF]

This happened when I was 18 back in 2007, and it was the best sex I ever had. The sex was with a former friend’s mom who was and still is best friends with my mom. Cindy was in her late 30’s at the time and she was also married. She has one son who I was friends with for almost six years all through high school. By the time we graduated high school her son, Randy, had become a complete ass and thought he was better than me. He started out as a nice enough guy, but then as the years passed he became such an obnoxious ass that there were only a few people who still liked him or hung out with him by the time graduation arrived. Randy enlisted in the Army and moved away right after graduation. Cindy’s husband is a civil engineer and travels a lot for his job as he oversees highway construction projects all over the Midwest. One day my mom told me that Cindy needed some help moving stuff around her house and with her husband and son both gone mom thought I could stop by after work and help her out. So I stopped by after working my summer construction job the next day. I get there and I am still dirty and messy from the day of work outdoors. I told her that I was sorry I was so dirty, but I just got off work. Cindy had me help her move a dresser out of her son’s room and into the garage as she wanted to paint it. She ended up asking me what had happened with her son and I. I told her a sanitized version of what had happened making sure not to blame her son as I didn’t want to ...

... hurt her feelings. She told me she was sorry and that Randy had some issues with drugs and alcohol. It turns out he joined the military to avoid starting his adult life on probation. We had some pleasant conversation, but eventually I left and went home and got cleaned up. A few days later my mom told me that Cindy needed my help again. That she would like it if I would be able to stop by for a couple of hours on Saturday. It was a non work day for me so the last thing I wanted to do was house work, but she was nice enough and I had guessed that she was lonely now that it was just her in her house most days. So Saturday morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and headed over there. She had finished painting that dresser we had moved and needed my help to move it back into the bedroom. We made some small talk afterwards and she fixed me a drink. She sat down on the couch next to me and put her hand on leg. She started telling me about how much she missed her son and how lonely she gets with her husband not being around. As she looked into my eyes she told me she was thankful that I was willing to help her. At this point I still just thought I was there to move furniture. At 18 I was pretty naive. When I didn’t pick up on her first overture she started more aggressively flirting with me. Rather than passively just having her hand on my leg she started squeezing my leg and slowly moved it up closer to my cock as the conversation went on. Even if mentally I didn’t get what she ...