" John said. I thought about what was said the rest of the day. The next morning I could not wait to go to the dead end on Elm St. I waited for a wh...le then rode my bike down. I felt getting some pussy was important. I had my drivers permit and felt getting my first taste of pussy before my getting my license was the order things should happen. I walked up to the door and knocked. A woman answered. "Yes" She said. She was Holly Wilcox, an average looking woman in her mid to late 40's. Brown. "Wow this is nice" she said as I switched the lights on, "In fact it's incredible"Almost the whole of one wall was taken up with a giant plasma screen television and music centre combined, I pushed a button and another wall was illuminated, it was made completely of huge glass panels which opened up to let in the warm night air, another button lit up the large balcony with the chairs and table beside a swimming pool."A pool!" she gasped in astonishment, "You've got a pool" And a sauna" I. I was also completely mesmerized by the site of her curves and the way her hair played on her shoulders. She moved so deliberately and gracefully, it was like watching a poem in motion. Her ass was perfect, and even with her back to me, I could see glimpses of side boob if she turned just a little.“After we worked out, I always ran to the bath, to get a shower. Do you know why?” she asked. I shook my head. I had always assumed she did not like being sweaty or her bro. “Working out with. That was my grandad for you...I turned the key in the lock and the door creaked open with not even a push. It was a pretty shoddy house out the back. The front was flash - and most of the interior was, too - but this back section and the little corrugated-iron shed close by looked a century old. I don't know... It was just bizarre.Stepping inside, I had a boner just thinking about Mom. What she'd be wearing. What she'd say to me. If she'd talk dirty. My memory served me well and I'd kept a.