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09 Haziran 2023, 16:59
Mum's FriendMy mother recently passed away at the ripe old age of 84. A few days after the funeral I went around to the house to clear some of the contents and pack some things away. I was just about to leave when the door bell rung. I packed the last few bits away and went down stairs to see who it was. On opening the door I was surprised to see Maggie my late mothers friend leaning against the wall outside, "I saw your car, can I come in and sit down for a bit" she said, "of course" I said "I'll make us a cuppa".Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother had mentioned disapprovingly that she had had a "fancy man". Maggie had clearly been a very glamorous woman in her youth as she often talked about places she'd been to and the people she'd met. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, old but still had an underlying attractiveness. "My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the sofa. "What's up with them" I said taking her empty cup out to the kitchen. "Varicose veins, kill me when I walk for too long, I have a cream from Ankara bayan escort (http://ankaraceyiz.com/) the Doctors in my bag, but if can't reach the backs of my legs to rub it in" she said. I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I had fancied Maggie since she moved near to my mother ten years previous. I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured silk knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom to seek out her knickers in the hamper. Often there would be only one pair, I think she must have done all her washing before she went away so I couldn't take them or she would notice them missing. I remember the first time I found a pair, cream coloured French knickers with a black bow on the waist band and a lace front panel. I felt the blood in my body pumping with excitement as I picked them up from the top of the washing pile in the hamper. Trembling Escort bayan Ankara (http://ankaraceyiz.com/) I raised them to my nose, I had not yet examined the gusset. The first aroma I got was perfume, quite flowery, I recognised it immediately belonging to her and ever since, when I smell that perfume I get an immediate hardon. I opened up the panties to find the area where her pussy had been. The gusset was the same colour cream as the rest but I could make out some darker staining along the middle of it. I raised it to my nose and inhaled deeply. My blood was pumping hard through my veins and I was filled with lust. I fumbled for my cock and within a few short strokes I shot my load 2 or 3 meters across the bathroom, then crumpled in a heap on the floor licking and kissing the place where her pussy had been. Since that day I had been able to repeat that event only a couple of times but the longing and the lust for this woman never diminished. This was my chance I thought to myself, my mother was dead so she'd never know it would be our secret. She was still sexually active if what my mother had told me about the "fancy Man" was Bayan escort Ankara (http://ankaraceyiz.com/) true. Shit or bust I decided to grab the bull by the horns .. "Carpe Diem" "Maggie" I said casually as I came back into the room trying to hid my hard on. " I'll do your legs for you if it will help ease the pain". "Oh no dear, I wouldn't want to embarrass you, it's not the sort of thing I could expect you to do dear" she said. "I really don't mind I've dismantled mums old bed, but come and lay down on the bed in the spare room and I'll rub the cream in for you". I helped get out of her chair, caught a whiff of that perfume and followed her out of the room and up the stairs. As she was negotiating the steep stairs I followed on closely behind and studied her rather plump but slightly sagging arse. "I'll catch you if you fall" I said hoping she would so I could get my hands on that arse.Maggie laid face down on the bed, her patterned skirt raised slightly above the knee. She reached up under her skirt and wriggled out of her beige tights. "Drop them on the floor"I thought to myself as she removed them, wanking material for later I thought only to be slightly disappointed as she popped them into her bag and took out the cream. The sight of the cream raised my spirits and cock! Maggie hitched her skirt up and I could clearly see the legs of her French knickers. Shaking I squeezed the tube of cream onto my hands and began to rub both legs at the same time. .......END OF PART ONE.