Not yet

Helen pulled into Watsons neighborhood. A few streets down from his house. “This okay dear? I think it might be a bit strange for your mother to see an old woman like me driving up to your house.”

“Helen you’re not old.” He insisted.

“Oh, my boy, you are too sweet.” She blushed and smiled at him. “You should stop saying these things.”

Watson built up the resolve inside himself. He leaned over with intent and closed his eyes; he kissed Helen deeply. Their lips finally meeting. They both breathed hard and experienced each other’s tongues for the first time. “Watson, you’re kissing me…kiss me more.”

She finally let herself give in. She let herself be young again. She was suddenly again a woman. A woman with a body and desires and sexual urges. She’s been neglected for so long; someone finally sees her for who she is. She’s been longing to be kissed by someone who desires her, and now she was. It’s all too much. She grabbed Watsons face with her hands and pulled him closer. She jerked his body on top of hers, much rougher than she had at this point. She wanted to be closer to him, she needed his tongue further inside of her.

“Yes! Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, more! More! Please—please kiss me.” Watson was being sucked into her soul, deep down inside where she would never let go. She had him now, and she wouldn’t be letting go so easily.

Watson tried again. With his tongue in her mouth, he reached his hand down her jumpsuit to her panties. They were even wetter than before. She was dripping her grool down her thighs

“Watson… you’re touching me… I’m so wet…no don’t, ahhhh don’t…”

Watson moved his hand inside her panties and put his fingers in between her throbbing pussy lips. They felt looser, and more stretched than others he had felt, which in another moment may have been a turn off, but right now—he loved the idea that Helen was so turned on by him. That she had to fight her own instinct to let him touch her.

“No one’s touched me in—ahhhh no don’t, I’m—I’m—you’re going to make me cum.”

“Helen your pussy is so hot, I can feel years of heat coming off your body.”

“Ahh! Ahh! Say—say my name again.”

“Helen…”

“Yes!”

“Helen…”

‘Yes! More please!”

“Helen, I can’t wait to taste your panties after you cum in them for me.”

“I will! I’ll cum for you! Please more!”

“Helen, I want to suck on you with my mouth, I want to feel what it’s like inside your throbbing pussy.”

“Yes! Inside please!” Watson slowly penetrated her with his two fingers, she’s so wet and her pussy’s so wide they went in very smoothy. She hasn’t been touched by anyone in so long, she’s nearing her limit, she can’t take anymore.

“Watson! You’re inside me…. No! No you can’t be!”

“Helen, I’m feeling your sticky insides with my young fingers.”

“Ahhhh! I’m I’m I’m I’m—” In a throbbing, lashing, pent up anguish of please, Helen came with her tongue down his throat and his hands deep inside her. Her lower jumpsuit had been soaked through from her panties. The drivers side car seat had a small puddle of cum right where she’s sitting. They both sat in silence and tried to calm down for a few minutes. It’s as if they entered a dream and had now just returned.

“Watson…”

“Helen?”

“You should be getting home now…” She looked devastated and embarrassed. Like she cannot believe what she allowed herself to do. The guilt will probably eat away at her for days. How she let an 18-year-old make her feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. Watson had transported her back to her youth. For a moment she was 16 again, but the moment’s gone, and she was going home alone.