So I've known her for a few years now. I think about 4 years, but I'm not sure because of how fast time flies by. It took me a year to get her number. She's 10 years older than me. I became friends with her first and then met her son and since I'm a few years older than him I'm that role model to him instead of being that guy his mom hangs out with. I guess that's just what happens when you're closer to the son's age than to the mother's. But, we've grown pretty close. We've even skimmed the subject of sex and fetishes before, but nothing too major. When she found out about my foot fetish, she sent me a few pics of her feet teasing me. And on occasion, when I send her a picture of some model or actress that I believe resembles her in a bikini or underwear, she might send a picture back of her in her bikini or underwear in return as a comparison. I always like to think that she has a thing for me but she lets the age factor get in the way.
As for her looks? Well, she's half Persian. Enough said. Her skin stays beautifully olive and tan year-round. Her facial features, namely eyebrows, cheekbones, lips, and nose, combine into the most beautiful face imaginable. Her body is a step above average, but not necessarily at the level of some bikini model or anything like that. She's maybe about 5'7", weighing in at roughly 120lbs. Brunette, of course. Her boobs and butt are average size. Not too small, not too big...just right. Her ass is something to admire whenever I manage to walk behind her when we're together though, that's for sure.
One weekend she asked if I wanted to go car shopping with her. it was time for her to upgrade and she enjoyed my company. I always pick at her and tease her about anything that I can, and she generally returns the favor with equal force. Of course, when she called, I jumped to it. We spent most of the day driving around looking for a good car for her. It was just her and I, nobody else. Nothing pleased me more than to spend the entire day with her. We were about an hour away from where we live, but as the sun started to set and she hadn't found anything that she liked yet, she was debating whether or not we should go another hour over and into the next state for a quick search. I played the "it's totally up to you" card while slipping in small hints that I of course wanted to go. We were having a great time together, so why not keep going?
As we drove and talked, I couldn't help but imagine how amazing it would be if something happened that caused us to have to spend the night together somewhere. Would she even do that? I think she would. My mind raced with the possibilities and daydreams of what I wish would happen. We arrived at our destination, did our shopping, and within an hour or two were headed back home. No car problems or anything that would help my dream come true...darn. Oh well, I didn't put all my eggs in that basket. After about 2 hours on the road home, we make it back to her place. Do to certain circumstances, she had her mother and her son living with her at the same time. So an empty house was a rarity. A rarity that she fully enjoyed when it happened. Sure enough, with an amazing streak of luck, both her mom and her son were out of town on a trip. We sat in her car in her driveway for a long time talking more. I swear we covered almost every topic possible. I check the clock. It's 11pm. Wow, where did the time go? I didn't want it to end. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her voice. "Well, want to go inside and see what it's like?" "Hm? Oh, well yeah. I've never been to your house before. Of course I want to see what it looks like!" I replied.
We make our way inside. Not bad. It's your average house that a single mom can afford to rent. She shows me around some. The living room, kitchen, a hallway. She points to one end of the hall and tells me it's her son's room, and the other room is her room. Her door is closed. There's a bathroom straight ahead of me and since we've been on the road for most of the day I took the opportunity and went for it. As I'm walking in, she turns, still laughing about something I had said. I use the short time that I'm in the bathroom to regain my composure. It was amazing being inside her house, but at the same time I had to realize that most likely none of my dreams would be coming true. I finish up and open the door, commenting on how neat and clean everything in the house is. I hear her response and glance in the direction that it's coming from. Her room. The door is open about 4 or 5 inches. Still not enough to see inside. Damn. I go back into the living room and stand there a moment. I hear her making noise like she's moving things around. What's she doing back there? "What are you doing, redecorating? It's a little late now!" I shout to her back in her room. Her response is simply "hey, come here!" "What?" I ask as I slowly head towards the direction of her room. "Just come here!" she shouts back. As I approach her door I'm debating whether or not to go in or stand at the door. Maybe open it a little but don't really go in? Hmm...maybe she'll give me something to go on by the time I make it there.
As I'm getting to the door I ask again, "what?" "Come here," she says again. I still can't see her. I guess that means I should enter. I open the door slightly and stick my head in. "Yes?" I ask. "Sit. I want your opinion." Ok, that works. I open the door and head into her room more. Everything is clean and orderly, not an item out of place. Not surprising coming from her. I make my way to her bed and sit. I hope she meant for me to sit on her bed, because that's the only place that I really saw that I could sit. I only assumed that's what she meant. As I get situated, she sticks her head out from around the door that probably leads to a separate bathroom. "Ok, so...I was thinking..." she says, "you know how you always think that that one model looks like me?" I nod. "Well..." she steps out from behind the door, slowly swinging it open, "do you really think I look like her?" As the door opens more, I see that she's standing there in her bra and panties. My heart jumps into my throat. This is exactly like what we do over text, only now it's in person. I've never seen her outside of jeans or capri pants. If you loved this write-up and you would like to obtain a lot more facts concerning free milf pov kindly check out our web page. I can't find any words, so all amateur allur I manage is a swallow and a brief "uh.." before she continues. "Because I'm not really sure that I look like her that much. I mean, her boobs are totally fake. And these babies definitely are not." She looks down and grabs her boobs like she's checking them. We talked about that before. She said that if she ever got anything done surgically, she'd want bigger boobs. I made the best case I could that to me her boobs were perfectly fine, all the while trying not to indulge just how much I had actually been looking at them. I still hadn't said a word. I just sat there watching her inspect her body. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, feel it in my chest, and my mouth is so dry that it's hard to swallow. My face must show it because when she looks back up at me she starts laughing and says, "what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" "No!" I manage to reply, although it comes out sounding a little different than I had imagined. My voice had apparently stayed at the door when I came into the room. I clear my throat and try again. "No, I was just looking. And to answer your question, you do remind me of her, but I think you've got her beat." She laughs like she doesn't believe me. "How?" "Well, like you said, she has fake boobs. Yours are naturally...uh..nice." I throw in the best smile I can to try to recover from that one. "Plus," I continue, "she's hot and she knows it. You? You're just like drop dead gorgeous and have no idea. Or you might, but you definitely don't show it." My eyes wander off from her briefly as I nod and try to convince myself that that was a good response. I'm so gonna screw this up. I look back at her and she's shaking her head and smiling. "You're so lying," she says. "No I'm not. You've definitely got her beat. See, you're here in person and I know you're real too. She might be..." I trail off as she takes a slow step towards me. She raises an eyebrow, curious as to what I was going to say. "...Photoshopped." I manage to get out. "Hmm..." she says as she purses her lips and works it into a grin. She keeps coming towards me.
If I died right now, two things come to mind. First is that this would be a bitter-sweet time to croak, and the second is that if I'm not careful, I just might. She's now standing directly in front of me looking down at me. "So, what you're saying is...that it's better in person?" she asks. I take a deep breath that quivers as I exhale. "Duh." Good one. I'm actually proud of that response for some reason. It helped me relax and got my point across at the same time. I can't help but break eye contact and scan down her body. Down her neck and slowly past her cleavage, continuing down and over her tone stomach. I stop at her lower stomach right at her waistline. Even though this has happened, I don't want to be the first one to cross the line just in case she doesn't have intentions of doing what I'm thinking about. She still seems to be cool, calm, and collected. She takes a quick look around the room. Shrugging, she says "Hm...well I think I'd have to agree with you on that one." She falls silent and her face goes from calm to focused as she looks back down at me. Her eyes remind me of tigress on the hunt that has just spotted her prey. This look seals the deal for me. I know what's on her mind now, there's no doubt about it.