Eighteen years old, I had more experience with mature women than with girls of my age. My official girl friend was sweet Lisa, a class made in high school, who only allowed kissing and petting on hard park benches in the dark.
I could not tell her that I had very exciting sex with a woman of my mother’s age who moved out of our house a year ago. I missed her so much that I recently visited her at her new home in another village and got continued education by her and one of her hot lady friends.
Lisa’s parents were our neighbors. When I came over, we enjoyed the pool, watched TV or did our home work together. Nothing else went on, because there was always her aunt around when her parents were working. This aunt, Mrs. Wilder, was a widow, about fifty years old, who always put on a face like a master sergeant, shouting orders at her niece when she was sitting too close to me at the pool or on the couch.
The house, like ours, was surrounded by a marvelous garden, lush grass, a great variety of flowers, tall apple trees and berry bushes. One day I came over, but Lisa was not home. I saw her aunt in the garden picking raspberries and red and black currants from the bushes.
Mrs. Wilder was about 5’8" tall, flat-chested with a very narrow waist and long, muscular legs. Her skin was rather dark, may be one of her grandparents were black. Two features had always called my attention: She had a big bubble butt like some of the black women in the porno movies and unusually full, fleshy lips.. Her hair was black and curly, and she had bushy eyebrows over green eyes. Nice piece of ass, I often thought when I watched her around the house. But her attitude was a turn-off, and I never felt any real attraction to her.
This afternoon, she was wearing short pants and a tight T-shirt. All pants look like very hot pants on her enormous butt, I thought. When I walked up to her from behind, I noticed that they did not even cover the lower part of the cheeks. It was like an invitation to grab this bubbling meat.
I said “Hi Mrs. Wilder, when is Lisa coming back?”
She turned around and barked “None of your business, boy!”
“I am sorry” I answered, “I was just bringing the draft essay for her as I promised this morning.”
Timidly glancing at her, I was amazed to see some very large nipples sticking out from her small breasts under the shirt. I asked “May I help you pick the berries until Lisa comes back?”
“If you have nothing better to do, that’s okay,” she said with her deep sergeant’s voice. I took one of the baskets and started plucking the ripe raspberries from the bushes, standing right beside her.
When she was leaning forward, I managed to hit one of her nipples with my elbow, feeling how soft it was despite of its size. She must not have noticed and turned around to pick up another basket. Without thinking, I made a small step and my hip touched her butt cheeks. It scared the shit out of me, but made me feel a sudden movement in my pants.
Mrs. Wilder kept on working, and so did I, carefully staying away from her. When all baskets were full, she said in an unusually civilized tone “Great job, thank you, boy, you earned yourself a cold drink, come on.”
We took the baskets, and she walked towards the house. I followed, staring at that ass of hers, swinging like a pendulum with each step. I guess, my cock was watching, too, because it was raising its head in my pants.
When we arrived at the kitchen, Mrs.