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

Lilly-Ann and her Mom, Chap 1

... because she never mentioned it or looked surprised. Mrs. G., Linda, as she now let me call her, laid out the rules for us with the Major gone. It was OK for me to come to the house with Lilly-Ann. Actually she preferred that Lilly-Ann had a “buddy”; meaning, not to be about alone. Since I was a year older she told me I was to protect her ‘little girl’. It made me laugh because standing side-by-side it was hard to tell who the little girl was. Mrs. G. told me she hated to hear the doorbell ring because for military wives it was always bad news. So Lilly-Ann had a door key and there was a second key hidden outside. She told me to use it when I came over. I did not realize it would be sooner than later. First Mrs. G. got a part time job working on Thursday, Friday and Saturday mornings. Second, Lilly-Ann got accepted into the band and had practice on Tuesdays after school. She would also play at any sport games, parades, etc. So every Tuesday night, Mrs. G. and I would go pick her up from school in the evening. The first time I saw Mrs. G. in a bikini was during an Alabama hot spring day. I rode the school bus to her house that Tuesday afternoon and let myself into the house with the hidden key. I did not see anyone in the house so I did my usual – made a bathroom stop and called my house leaving a message reminding my folks I would be home about 10 p.m. I looked out the kitchen window into the backyard and there she was. Laying on a recliner turned toward the sun she wore a ...

... tiny little black bikini. I could see a nearly empty glass on a little patio table next to her. The screech of the screen door made her look at me and she smiled behind big dark sunglasses. “Can I freshen up your tea?” I asked and she shook her head ‘No’. She said, “I’m glad you’re here Todd. You’re just in time to put some lotion on my back.” There was no way I could erase the shit eating grin off my face. “Yes, mam,” I snickered and she wagged her finger at me and then rolled onto her tummy. She told me with a chuckle, “Start with my legs so I can see if you know what you are doing.” I tried to remember what I had seen in some of the magazines and rubbed my hands together to warm them up, then put the lotion on my hands and gently rubbed it on her left ankle and lower leg. She had her head down flat on a green towel her long black hair falling off to the side. From this close I could see she had pink lipstick on. Sexy. As I rubbed her leg it made her ass twitch which was a wonderful view because the bikini bottom did not cover much. Before, I never thought much about thirty-five year old women being sexy, but she was rapidly changing my mind. “Older sister,” I said to myself just to make her look even younger. It took a while to work my way up her thigh and I ran into a dilemma. “How close to her bikini can I go?” Linda had spread her legs a bit as my hands got close to her crotch. So I played it safe and worked the other leg. When I reached the second thigh I swore I could ...