Lilly-Ann and her Mom, Chap 1 - Sex Stories

Lilly-Ann and her Mom, Chap 1

... dancing behind Heather and had unbuttoned their tops. Just then a loud voice and knocking on the basement door let us know the music was too loud and it was getting late. Crap. Lilly-Ann told me she would see me in school on Monday and I went up the steps with a last look at Heather’s tits. Damn nice, thank you. Mr. G. called out from a back room and told me “Bye”. Mrs. G. walked out the front door with me and said, “Hate to send you off so early; but Mr. G. has to be at work at the base by 5:00 a.m.” She gave me another hug to send me off and this time I knew she rubbed her tits against me on purpose. Well, I could always fantasize they were either Heather’s or Lilly-Ann’s. The Valentine date with Lilly-Ann went off perfectly. My parents gave me money to buy flowers and they bought me a new suit. My shoes shined and a fresh haircut made mom cry as she sent me off. When I picked up Lilly-Ann her mom took a bunch of photos and also cried. Mr. G., the Major, was not in sight and she explained, “Gone on a training mission.” We all knew ‘training mission’ was code for gone somewhere where it was probably very hot to kill some ragheads. The dance lifted Lilly-Ann’s spirits and I actually behaved myself so not to mess up her pretty dress or her coif. Like most of the couples we kissed during the dance and played a bit of grab-ass. I had to laugh when one of the local boys tried to ask her to dance and she shot him down. Made my day. Lilly’s friend Heather joined us at the ...

... refreshment table and the girls gabbed. Her date had disappeared somewhere and Heather pouted. I danced with Heather and enjoyed the view down her cleavage. Heather grinned and said, “Stop it,” gently punching my arm because we both knew I remembered her naked tits swaying in front of my face. I whispered in her ear that it was my best evening ever, “You are so very beautiful.” She smiled and held my hand as we walked back to where Lilly-Ann waited and I knew she could be a “back up girl” if I wanted her. Since Mr. G and some of the other fathers had gone off on the ‘training mission’ some of the kids were a bit subdued during the following months. Lilly-Ann and I would ride the school bus to her house in the afternoon and do homework. We would sneak off to the basement and make out; but the best I could do is get her out of her blouse and kiss her tits. She was afraid mom would walk in on us. Crap. Mrs. G. did not hug me anymore. Crap. I did like watching her walk around in the kitchen when she fixed us snacks. Although it was early spring, she wore shorts in the house. Her short met the definition of scandalous. They molded across each ass cheek like Saran Wrap and defined her crack. Often she wore her red pair which were cut high and let the bottoms of her cheeks hang out. From the front you could see her pussy crack. It was a very nice new experience for me. It was a pain in the ass to watch her and not let Lilly-Ann catch me drooling. I guess she was used to her mom’s attire ...