Claudia's mother

 To my surprise, it wasn't Claudia, with whom I had made an appointment, that opened the door, but her mother. I gladly accepted her invitation to wait with her for my friend, to have a chat. We had seen each other many times, but never really got to know each other. It had never been enough for more than a fleeting 'hello'.
I admired this woman. She was always very elegantly dressed, knew how to play with colors, and her accessories were also perfectly coordinated with her clothes. Even today, when she walked in front of me, pointing the way into the spacious winter garden, I couldn't help but admire her. The knee-length skirt emphasized her legs, whose value was underlined by the black nylons and pumps. The white flower and the slim fit blazer rounded off the overall impression. The pearls on her necklace appeared to be real. Her brunette, slightly curly hair, probably around forty-five, had to make a real man's dream despite her age.
She left me alone for a moment, came back with two glasses of champagne, and sat with me cross-legged. It was a beautiful apartment, stylishly furnished, with the perfect handwriting of an interior designer. I had never seen a man in the house when I visited Claudia's house; Claudia's mother, Henriette, was probably divorced. I didn't want to talk to her about that, it would have been indiscreet in any case, maybe there would have been a surge of emotions had unprocessed things returned to the daylight. I had also never seen Claudia in the company of a representative of the opposite sex, if she had a boyfriend, his existence would be better guarded than a state secret.
I didn't even notice how the time went by, our chat was so lively, Henriette - she had offered me the 'you' poured several times, we had long since had the second bottle of champagne. There was a lot of laughter, in careless moments we touched lightly, Henriette's hand was on my shoulder or my leg, the way you laugh when you sit together in good company.
It wasn't her touch, it was something else that got my emotions pumping. It was the way Henriette touched me; as her hand rested longer and longer on my leg, began to caress it, only the hem of my short skirt seemed to be a natural barrier. I was in no way uncomfortable with her touch, I enjoyed the warmth of her hand, the skin that was wonderfully soft and gentle for Henriette's age. With some of her touches I felt a slight tremor walking through my body, slight goose bumps sent cold shivers down my back, I also thought I perceived some liquid in my most intimate place, which conjured up a small, damp stain on my panties. It was a pleasant feeling to feel her touch, a very pleasant one.
Henriette began to play with my hair in conversation, let it slide through her fingers as if lost in thought, caressed it. I really enjoyed the attention of this elegant woman, the closeness of her body, which was getting closer and closer to me. She had not taken her hand off my leg for a long time, it lay playfully on my thigh, caressed it, I felt feelings arise in me that I have never harbored for a woman in this way.
“Do you actually have a boyfriend?” Asked Henriette, a very intimate question that I was happy to say no to her. I've been solo at the moment and, if I'm honest, not looking either. I found out everything from Henriette, she confirmed my suspicions about the divorce since she and Claudia have lived in the formerly married villa here on the outskirts of town. Henriette came closer and closer to me in the course of our conversation, her touches became more and more intimate, she stroked my cheeks, my lips, kindled an unknown fire in me, a fire that almost consumed me inside, that triggered feelings in me, which I in this one Shape did not yet know.
"Have you kissed a woman before?" She asked suddenly, as directly as possible. "Would you want to do it sometime?" Yes, I wanted to do it, feel Henriette's discreetly made-up lips on mine, her body very close to mine, perceive her scent, breathe it in, almost devour it. Without waiting for an answer, Henriette's head approached mine, her lips mine, touching them for a short kiss. Henriette's lips were full and soft, my senses consumed the taste of her lipstick, the subtle scent of her perfume.
Henriette smiled at me, her lips approached mine again, this time they were expected, my lips were parted, received her inquiring tongue. Lightning rushed through me as Henriette's tongue played in my mouth, lightning that put my whole body under extreme tension. I had never enjoyed the kisses and caresses of another woman, Henriette was my first foray into this kind of eroticism, but for me it was not a beginning, but rather the outbreak of what had been slumbering in me for a long time. My arms wrapped around her neck, pulled her tight to me, I wanted to feel her, just feel her body, her breasts that pressed against mine, her body that trembled with as much pleasure as mine.
Henriette had long ago put her hand under my skirt, pushed my damp panties aside, played with her fingers where I was most excitable. It was like a detonation, an explosion of the senses, when her fingers opened the gate to my paradise, plunged into my pleasure delta. It got hotter and hotter in my body, I threatened to burn inside, to burn up like a small meteorite when it entered the earth's atmosphere. Henriette's tenderness seemed to rob me of my senses, to drive me insane. My playmate had long since pulled my sweater off my body, opened my bra, sunk her head deep into my low mountain range, let her tongue circle around my two peaks. My teacher of lust kindled more and more fires in me, detonated more and more explosive charges in me. "Come on," she asked me, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. My skirt, my panties, all the remaining items of clothing lined the path to her bed, and Henriette's clothes were gradually falling. For the first time in my life an excited woman's body pressed against mine, for the first time my hands slid over the trembling skin of another woman, explored her body, aroused it in pleasure and excitement. Their kisses put me in a frenzy of pleasure, their soft, inquiring tongue electrified me. With gentle, tender kisses her lips traveled down my body, her tongue drew a light, moist trail over my body. She worked her way deeper and deeper, to where one finger was already stimulating my clit, which had become hard, another romping about in my swollen paradise. Full of expectation, I opened my legs, received her tongue, which immediately plunged deep into my lake. A never-ending feeling of wellbeing spread throughout my body, seemed to fill me up completely, lustful heat and calming cold alternated, throwing me into a rollercoaster of sexual pleasure.
Henriettes tongue spoiled me masterfully, seemed to be everywhere at the same time, discovered even the most hidden corners of my pleasure center. My tremors grew stronger and stronger, I could literally feel a wave of climax seize me, whipping and shaking me, followed by another and another; it wasn't a single orgasm that dragged me away, it was a series of smaller and larger orgasms, strung like pearls on a chain, that made me shake, scream.
Henriette lay next to me, caressed my body, which was still trembling, slowly brought me back to this world. I had never experienced such a climax, enjoyed such tenderness, which was completely different from my experiences with men who were mostly only looking for their fulfillment. Slowly her hand moved downwards, searching again for my pleasure center, which still had to be damp, full of my glittering love liquid.
I had never tasted a woman before, enjoyed her ripe, moist fruit, enjoyed the scent of her lust. I wanted to do it, today, now, Henriette wanted to give her the same pleasure as she did for me, to give her the same tenderness as she did to me. I enjoyed her hand in my deep south, her fingers that played with me, I enjoyed the tender skin of her breasts that I played around with my tongue, I enjoyed her body that I explored with my lips. I slid deeper and deeper, looking for her shaved Venus, looking for the gateway to her lust, to which I hoped I had the right key.
The scent of her femininity welcomed me, her excitement was noticeable, her love gate was already wet with her juice, with my tongue I opened her closely spaced archways, entered her realm of sensuality. I plunged deep into her, warm moisture received me, lustful moans from her mouth accompanied me.
It was the first time I felt a woman's lust this way, the first time with a woman at all. The wet taste of Henriette's lust played around my taste buds, stimulated my senses to the utmost. I felt the lustful twitching of their blood-filled labia, the throbbing of the blood in them, felt how Henriette's body rose and fell, trembling slightly with the beat of my tongue. Deeper, deeper and deeper, I plunged into her grotto, noticing how my teacher pressed my head against her, not a second of the desire I conveyed to her that she wanted to miss. Gently, tenderly caressed mine
Tongue her pearl, hardened with excitement, struck lightly against it; every gentle blow was answered with a tremor in her body, as if I were sending light electric shocks through her, electric shocks that would arouse lust and passion in her.
I couldn't get enough of the taste of her love fruit, her wetness, her scent of excitement. Her lustful moans did the rest, literally cheering me on. “Take your finger,” she asked me, a wish that I was happy to fulfill. I gently caressed her twitching grotto, played with her, penetrated her easily. I kept moving my finger in their midst, Henriettes moaning grew louder and more violent. There was only the two of us in the world, nothing and nobody around us. We were only occupied with ourselves, our irrepressible lust, forgetting everything else around us. Neither of us noticed how the door to Henriette's bedroom opened quietly, the quiet onlookers who watched our wild, lustful goings-on. It got hotter and hotter inside me, more and more threatened to burn up with lust, knew that my playmate had to feel the same way. Their moans, their screams, they got louder, wilder and more hectic until they suddenly fell silent. Henriette sat upright in bed, incredulous astonishment on her face. "What are you doing here?", She asked Claudia, who was standing in the room as if she had grown out of the floor, one hand shoved into her panties under her skirt, the other in her blouse. She must have been watching us for quite a while, taking pleasure in our hustle and bustle. Without answering Henriette's question, Claudia dropped the rest of her clothes and got into bed with us. "I didn't know that about you", Claudia smiled at me between two kisses. "Me neither," I replied, kissing her breasts, enjoying her hands on my shaved pubes. A deep, long French kiss united us, her lips committed,
Claudia's tongue play was completely different from that of Henriettes. It was demanding, demanding, in contrast to the playful, tender tongue of her mother. Claudia's tongue dipped deep into me, igniting a gigantic ball of fire in me that rolled from my center through my body. No comfortably warm feeling seized my body, no, complete heat rushed through my innermost being, set me in blazing flames. While Claudia's tongue drove me crazy, Henriette began to kiss and caress me; the interplay between Claudia's wild, demanding lust and Henriette's playful tenderness put me in an indescribable frenzy of lust, an intoxication of desire that I had never experienced before.
Claudia's tongue literally rummaged in my lap, clicked against my rock-hard pearl, played around my clam, twitching with desire, ensured the continuous flow of glittering liquid. Henriette began to work her way downwards slowly, kissing me gently, playing with my excited trembling breasts, until it went on, downwards in the direction of my pleasure area. My senses seemed to explode when Henriette got where her daughter had been playing with my excitement for a long time. Two tongues now took care of mine; Lust, Claudia, who was still diving deep into my grotto, Henriette, who gently, playfully took care of my pearl. Several times I thought I couldn't take it anymore, to explode with hot lust, but the two of them had me completely under control, always noticed when the time had come,
Claudia left the field to Henriette alone, began to work her way up with licking movements, leaving a light, damp trail on my body. Our bodies touched, almost stuck together, I felt her lips, her tongue playing in my mouth, the way Henriettes spoiled my lap. I began to shake more and more, my breathing became more hectic and hotter, again this fireball chased through me, followed by a second and third, it was unstoppable like a force of nature, like a gigatic tsunami that carried me away, I saw colors , listened to music, an intoxication had seized me, grabbed my senses, let me become one with myself, a part of my sensory intoxication that shook me, my legs, my body cramped with pleasure, until I, breathing heavily, into the Pillow lay,
Four delicate hands caressed my body, it was nice to feel them on the skin, two pairs of lips kissed me, two velvet tongues played with me.
Henriette and Claudia had awakened something in me that had slumbered in secret for a long time, and now seized me like a volcanic eruption, an unexpected eruption of lust.