1. Joanne Part One


    Date: 12/22/2017, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: Vincent58385, Source: LushStories

    In First Time Spanking Part 3, I left off the narrative with Joanne and I cuddling up naked in my bedroom at my parent’s house. I was eighteen years old at the time and Joanne was probably in her late 30’s. One of the first things she said to me was that she had a son about my age. As I also previously mentioned, Joanne was a tall, statuesque, shapely blonde, about six feet tall. I was also six feet tall but she was definitely bigger than me. I fell asleep in her arms following the rough sex I had experienced, which I previously described. In short, I had been fisted and then fucked in the ass by my sexual companions. I hadn’t come to any conclusions about it yet. I wasn’t sure whether I felt victimized or whether I liked it. All I knew for sure was that my ass was still juicy and still sore. When I woke up to found myself lying on top of my bed, naked in Joanne’s arms. I saw that she was already awake and looking at me – in some kind of contemplation. She told me that she wanted to take me back to her house before anything further went on at my parent’s house. I accepted her invitation a little bit reluctantly, because I was still in a state of sexual excitement from the events of the afternoon. As we were getting dressed I almost had to pinch myself to believe that I wasn’t dreaming. Here I was with this tall beautiful woman watching her put on her bra and undies. She had a thick blonde bush, broad flat stomach, small waist and large pendulous breasts. I wanted to reach ...
    over and cup my hand under her breasts, just to feel that weight of them. I didn’t. Joanne lived in a large bungalow in a rustic section of Coldwater Canyon - between Beverly Hills and the San Fernando Valley. Her house was an artist’s studio with easels, painting supplies, and partially finished canvases taking up most of the space. I sat down on an overstuffed sofa chair while she spent a few minutes tidying up. She told me that she had just turned the corner in terms of being able to support herself by selling her paintings, and that she currently had a showing of her work at a gallery in West Los Angeles. She fixed us both a fruit milkshake and asked me about my studies at the university. I was a student at UCLA at the time studying English literature. I was beginning to feel self-conscious about the circumstances under which she had found me that afternoon. I was assuming that she saw me as a victim and I didn’t like feeling that way. I was also still feeling a little intimate with her because we had recently been cuddling naked together. I told her that she was really beautiful and that I was glad we were alone together now. She laughed and said that she felt a little embarrassed because she had a son about my age – and what would her friends say if they knew she was spending time with someone so young. I stood up and moved next to her, standing face to face. I didn’t know what to say, or perhaps my tongue was just tied. Her breasts seemed huge to me under her top, and I ...
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