Lendle

Natasha is surprised at home one day by a friend of her daughter's. She invites him in for a cool drink, and the situation gets heated.

Excerpt;

A quick knock on the door pulled Natasha from the free fall of her wandering, scattered thoughts. She rose from her usual seat on the carpet with a sigh as she turned off the television, secretly thankful for a reason to do so. Grumbling obscenities nevertheless in her mother language as she stood, she briskly strode towards the front door and prayed the Johova's Witnesses she had so rudely dismissed yesterday had not returned.

Tightening the knot on her bathrobe, Natasha took a quick moment to glance at her appearance in a mirror and preen before opening the door to an incredible blistering wave of heat she hadn't realized was there. It took her a moment to recognize Matt, Jaime's friend, hunched over and dripping sweat, still panting from the intensity of his suicidal run up the steep hill in the afternoon sun. Hearing the door crack open, he straightened to his full height, and a brilliant smile lit up his handsome, rugged features as he glanced at her the way all men did before finally meeting her eye. In spite of herself, she found herself returning the gesture, tracing over hard, flat muscles of his young, muscular body.

"Morning, Mrs. Carter. Is Jamie home?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"She's at class" Natasha responded with a muted smile and a hint of her former accent, staring at the point his back joined his wide neck, and the way his body tapered.

His face fell with the reply, clearly disappointed, and her smile threatened to unintentionally widen at the unveiled display of emotion. Young men were so open with their expressions. No misdirection or misinterpretation but rather simplicity, instead. Drinking in the sight of his wide jaw, and his sharp, intelligent blue eyes, Natasha wondered (not for the first time) what Jamie was doing with Travis, her latest greasy, hard-drinking, long haired boyfriend. Of course, Jamie might just as well become snappish at such a pointed question and ask her what she was doing with her father, which would undoubtedly result in an uncomfortable conversation for everyone.

Still, she was curious. She was curious about a lot, these days.

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Matt made his way down past the carefully manicured strip of pubic hair and discovered the neat, thin, wet lips and the single distinguishing landmark mole on her inner thigh. Not terribly certain of what he was actually doing, he ran his tongue between her lips, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure as Natasha enjoyed the all too rare act. Still unsure, but with growing confidence, he traced and ran his mouth and tongue over her wet mound. Thrusting his tongue inside her tight channel, he tried to remember every skimmed article, every passing comment his friends had ever made on the subject. Mainly, he just tried to kiss and tongue and lick with as much skill as he could muster. Withdrawing slightly, he slipped a finger inside and fucked her with it rapidly, entirely focused as lowered his mouth once more.

Judging by the way her stomach rolled and twitched, and the way her inner thighs quivered, he assumed he was at least doing a competent job. Aside from the occasional ragged breathing and the spasms of muscles, Natasha was otherwise silent and he thought he sensed her nearing her climax. He was too involved with his work to spare a single glance upwards to see the effect he was having. After a few long minutes of enthusiastic licking and fingering, a loud groan broke the silence as she shuddered, pulling his head in a somewhat painful embrace between her squeezing thighs. He tried to stay calm, focusing on not suffocating, and continued to gently nibble and kiss her suddenly gushing mound until she finally pushed him away.