After my first little encounter with Mandy’s mum – Mrs Hubert – I received no immediate invitation for a follow-up, which I found both surprising and insulting. I decided to get back to my real job: seducing her daughter.I was now armed with my new expertise, which amounted to briefly licking the older woman’s snatch and even more briefly penetrating her before losing control and spraying my spunk around like an idiot. But I had done it. I had had sex. I had had my face in Mrs Hubert’s crotch and smelled her up close.And even at point-blank range, she didn’t smell as good as Mandy did on my finger. In retrospect, I suppose it’s one of the blessings of youth, one of those gifts we don’t realise we have until it’s gone. Through no effort of her own, Mandy’s juice was succulent and I wanted to lick her and smell her dried essence on my nose.The other problem, my premature ejaculation, would take care of itself, I guessed, because next time I would have the calm and expertise of a veteran.My visiting habits would have to become different, though. I decided I would now arrange to be at their house when there was a chance that Mandy would either be out or have to go out soon, for a netball match or choir practice.We Anadolu Yakası Escort were at different schools and mine finished earlier than hers, so the Tuesday after my Sunday evening initiation, I rang the doorbell at 4:15 and Mrs Hubert came to the door, wiping her hands on her apron. They were an old-fashioned family and she was the homemaker while Bradley worked all hours as a foreman at a flower nursery. He literally had green fingers and it kind of upset me to think of them anywhere near her.”Oh. She’s not back yet,” my older woman said nervously. “Any minute. Anyway, come in, I’ve got something for you.”We hurried into the sitting room and she took a piece of folded paper from her bag and pressed it into my hand. I made to open it but she waved me away.”Look at it later. On your own.” Then she marched into the kitchen just as the door opened and Mandy came in.Twenty minutes later, we were in the back garden against our wall behind the tree. I kissed Mandy forcefully and shoved my hand straight down her knickers.”You’re eager today,” she said. I slipped a finger right up her and she gasped.”I want to talk to you,” I said quietly.”With your finger in my vagina?” Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan she quipped. It was our banter that kept us together.”With two fingers up your hole,” I replied, doubling up the intrusion.”What do you want to talk about?” she said unhappily. “Not that again.””I want to have sex with you,” I said.”I’ve told you a hundred times,” Mandy replied. “You are having sex with me. Who do you think has two fingers inside me?””Naked. In bed.” I said. “I’ve never even seen you naked,” I added in negotiation mode.”Bedrooms are where the trouble starts,” she replied, and then softened. “You know we will eventually.””I don’t want to get married,” I said sharply. “This isn’t the 1950s and we’re not in an Enid Blyton novel.””My Mum managed it,” she said. “She was a virgin when she got married and since Dad died there’s only been Bradley.””How do you know?” I said spitefully.”Don’t be horrible,” she replied. “I know. She’s my Mum. She’s not like one of these women who say at certain times they’ve just got to have it.”“I want to be the first,” I said, leaving out the rest of a paragraph that explained I wanted her to be the first of many. In certain Escort Anadolu Yakası moods I could see myself being with her forever, but with an endless succession of other women on the quiet.“You will be,” she said, putting a hand on my arm just like her Mum did. I pecked her on the lips.“Saturday afternoon,” she whispered. “They’re going to the football.”With this truce in place, we went back inside and she joined her mother in the kitchen while I went to the bathroom to masturbate.I pulled out the piece of paper and found it was a page torn from a magazine. A teenage advice column. About premature ejaculation. It said you should work yourself up until you felt you were going to ejaculate, then squeeze the head of your penis hard until the feeling subsided. Then do that again and keep doing it for days and weeks until you felt you could stop it without the squeezing.I decided to give it a go. Taking about ten sheets of toilet paper, I wanked until I was about to cum and then squeezed. It worked. I did it again and again it worked. The third time I allowed myself to cum and it shot up over the paper and onto my shirt.There was no disguising it, so I took the shirt off and washed it with soap before heading to the kitchen with a bare chest and no story.Mandy looked at me in horror. Not only was I exposing my chest without an excuse, but I was doing it in front of her mother.“It stank. I washed it,” I said.“Get him one of Bradley’s t-shirts,” Mrs Hubert said calmly and as the girl went off to do that, the woman smirked and said,