It was April 2020, weeks before lockdown. I’m in their sunlit greenhouse, orange and lemon trees just planted. Virginie, Victoria’s mom, sits on the couch. She’s 1.75m of pure fire: tanned cleavage in a V-neck sweater, black skirt above the knees, long black riding boots hugging muscled legs. We sip Perrier. Chat flows easy. Heart races. Forbidden crush on this milf goddess.
I grab her hand. Fingers brush. She doesn’t pull away. Electricity shoots up my arm. I lean in. Head on her shoulder. ‘This feels like a dream.’ She smiles, enigmatic. Faces close. First kiss: sweet lipstick taste. She hesitates, then tongues tangle. Hot, wet, frantic. Breaths mix. Her tits press my chest. Nipples hard through fabric. Cock throbs in jeans.
The Awakening: Tension Builds to the First Touch
Standing now. I peel off her sweater, unbutton blouse. Bra drops. Perfect round tits, brown nipples stiff. Hands cup them. Pinch, rub. She moans soft. My mouth sucks one, tongue flicks. She grips my ass, pulls me close. Hard-on grinds her thigh. Boots still on, skirt hiked. Lace panties peek. Smell her arousal.
Kneel. Hands stroke boot leather, up calves. She parts knees slightly. Fingers slide inner thigh. Touch bare skin above stockings. Higher. Nudged lace. Wet heat.
She sits table edge. Pull skirt off. Panties down. Bush trimmed triangle. Pussy lips swollen, glistening. Lay cushions. Kiss thighs. Nose in bush, inhale musky scent. Tongue laps folds. Clit pulses. She bucks. Fingers in: one, then two. Pump slow, then fast. Suck clit hard. Her hands mash my face. ‘Deeper, fuck yes.’ Body shakes. She screams, cums hard. Juices flood my mouth.
The Act: Raw, Wild Surrender on the Oak Table
On table now. Naked but boots, stockings. I strip. Cock springs free, veiny, leaking. She grabs, strokes. Eyes locked. ‘Want this pussy?’ Lowers head. Lips kiss tip. Tongue swirls frenulum. Sucks deep. Gagging slurps. Balls tighten. Stop her. She straddles. Rubs my head on slick lips. Sinks down. Tight, hot grip. Rides slow, then wild. Tits bounce. Hands on hips, slap ass. ‘Fuck me harder.’ Pussy clenches. She cums again, howling. I explode inside, ropes of cum.
Collapsed, sweaty. Plaid over us. Kiss soft. Reality hits. ‘This stays secret.’ Dress quick. Photo her outside: sexy smile, boots. She sends table pic later.
Back to math lessons. No more alone time. Won contests, left for Paris. Still jerk to those pics. That forbidden fuck? Best day ever. Our dirty greenhouse secret.