Letters To The Editor - Eating A Taco

I would like to share an incident that happened several years ago when I was a Freshman at San Bernardino Valley College. Heather (not her real name) was my first Anglo girlfriend. We had met in a history class that we had together. Early in our relationship, I went over to pick her up one Saturday to go to a movie at a nearby mall. The house that she lived in was huge, a virtual mansion. When I nervously knocked on the front door, a brunette MILF who was a knock-out answered. I knew that Heather's parents were divorced and that her father, a successful attorney, had re-married. I did not know that his new wife was a hot babe in her mid-thirties.

She invited me into the dining room and called up to Heather. When my blonde girlfriend arrived, we were offered drinks, and settled for just some water. After her step-mother brought us two glasses, she left to leave us alone in private.

Or so I thought. For as Heather prattled on about the latest drama in her life with one of her girlfriends, her mom peeked around another entrance to the dining room. Then she tip-toed in to lean against the wall behind her step-daughter’s chair. What happened next totally blew my mind. For that gorgeous MILF, staring straight into my eyes, calmly lifted her hand to her face, holding her fingers curled, and moved her hand back and forth while pressing her tongue in and out of her cheek, causing it to bulge and collapse. Bulge and collapse. Giving me the universal blowjob sign.

I was hard instantly, and at one point Heather asked if I was even listening to her. That I seemed to be off in a daze. After a few more minutes, my girlfriend announced that we probably should be leaving soon, so she needed to go upstairs and finish getting ready. When she left, she did not even notice that her stepmom had sneaked into the room.

Strutting over to me with a seductive sway of her full hips, the older woman leaned across the table, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. “If I know Heather,” she said in a sultry voice, “it will be at least another hour before she comes back down. What say you and I have a little fun together?”

Needless to say, we were soon banging away in the dining room. Both of us standing up with her bent across the dining table, her breasts hanging out of the top of her tight-knit dress, the bottom half bunched up around her waist, and my cargo shorts and underwear down around my ankles.

“Mom!” we heard Heather calling from downstairs. We both froze. Then quickly tugging up her panties as I hoisted my shorts, she grabbed me by the hand and led me running through the house to a set of stairs. Her ass and breasts bounced wildly as we dashed up the staircase. Ducking into a room on the second floor, she closed the door, locking it behind us, and peeled down her panties even faster than she had pulled them up.

She plopped herself down on this wide, leather covered recliner, her legs spreading wide, and reached up to pull me down to my knees. I tried to say, “What about Heather?” but that cougar was in heat and needed to have her pussy eaten and eaten now.

I spent the next thirty minutes with my face buried in that sopping wet cunt of hers. Licking and lapping, using my fingers and tongue to give her one orgasm after another. Her creamy white thighs pressed against my ears muffled out Heather’s calls somewhat.

When her stepmom was at last satisfied, she pushed me a way with a smile, saying, “Here, wipe your face.” She used her panties to clean her pussy juices from my mouth and chin. Once she had re-arranged her dress, she unlocked the door and led me back downstairs.

“Where have you two been?” she whined. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

“Sorry, darling,” her stepmom answered. “I didn’t know you would be ready so soon. We were upstairs playing x-box with headphones on.”

“Whatever,” Heather rolled her eyes and took my hand, leading me towards the front door. “Let’s do lunch first,” she said. Yes. She was from the class of people that ‘did’ lunch. “Taco Bell o.k.?”

”Sure, I love eating tacos,” I answered, remembering something my uncle had once told me.

“If Mother Nature had not intended for man to eat pussy, she would not have made it look so much like a taco.”

(Name withheld by request)

Sacremento, Califoria