Diana : Girlfriend's Mom
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Chapter 3: “Ah ... I-I’m fine, Mrs ... ah ... Diana”
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: “Ah ... I-I’m fine, Mrs ... ah ... Diana” - Ryan Hayes is an eighteen-year-old boy who has never had sex. His girlfriend, Mia, is pretty and mysterious, but she doesn’t want to sleep with him. One weekend, Mia invites Ryan to her family’s cabin in the mountains. Ryan hopes maybe things will change between them. But on the first night, something shocking happens. Ryan wakes up feeling amazing pleasure - someone is touching and kissing him in the dark.
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“Ah ... thank you, Mrs. Do ... Diana, “ Ryan responded. He tried to smile but wasn’t sure he’d managed. He looked at Mia ‘s mother, who was still gazing at him intently with those startling gray eyes. Even though she had to be almost twice his age, she looked quite a bit younger, more like Mia ‘s older sister than her mother. And, judging from the way she looked in the tight top, she had a pretty good body, slim, but nicely curved. Her hands were slim, the fingers long, and her nails were red, not black. He felt a bit uncomfortable under Mia ‘s mother’s gaze. He was even more disturbed by the fact that she was still holding his hand, but he wasn’t sure what, if anything, he should do about that.
“We’ll be leaving as soon as Frank gets back from gassing up the van,” Mia ‘s mother said. She chuckled softly. “That is, if Mia ‘s ready by then.”
Ryan heard footsteps coming rapidly down the stairs, and then Mia walked into the living room. She had on a form-fitting black T-shirt and equally snug black slacks. Over it hung a vest of some kind that dangled almost to her feet. As usual, her hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was carrying a suitcase and had a knapsack slung over her shoulder. She set both of them down and turned toward the sofa. “Hi, Ryan, “ she said in the off-handed manner she usually used with him. “You’re early.” If she noticed that her mother was holding his hand - or cared - she didn’t indicate that.
“Ah ... I-I figured it was better if I was early,” Ryan said, “seeing as how I had to walk and all.”
Mia ‘s mother caressed the back of his hand lightly with her long red fingernails. “You didn’t have to walk over here,” she said. “We’d have been happy to come pick you up at your home.”
Ryan ‘s family weren’t “touchy” people, so he wasn’t used to the kind of physical contact he had been experiencing with Mia ‘s mother who, he was sure, was just being nice to him. The problem was that her caresses were beginning to have an unwanted and potentially embarrassing effect on him. They felt really good, so good he could feel his penis thickening in response. “Jesus, I sure hope I don’t get a hard-on!” he thought, but that’s exactly what was happening. “Ah ... um ... I didn’t want you to ... you know ... have to go out of your way,” he mumbled.
Their conversation was interrupted when they heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the driveway. It stopped, and then a horn sounded. After just a few seconds, the horn sounded again.
Mia ‘s mother patted Ryan ‘s hand one last time, released it, and stood up. “Well, I guess Frank ‘s here,” she said. “And, lo and behold, Mia ‘s ready, too. Will wonders never cease?”
Mia ‘s sister Cassia appeared from a doorway, dressed in a faded sweatshirt and worn jeans. “Hi, Ryan, “ she said softly.
“Hi, Cassia, “ he replied.
“Dad says you guys better get in the van right now or he’s leaving without you,” Cassia said.
Mia ‘s mother turned to Ryan and gave him a warm smile. “Come on, Ryan, let’s go,” she said softly.
Ryan was impressed by the Dorley family van, a brand new dark metallic green Dodge with wild silver and black graphics on the side. The roof had been raised several inches and it had fender flares, running boards, and custom wheels. The windows were tinted so dark he couldn’t see inside. It was quite a vehicle and had to have cost a pretty penny, he thought.
Mr. Dorley, a short, balding dark-haired man with a ruddy complexion and a harried look on his face, walked around the back of the van and frowned at him. “That your bag?” he asked.
“Ah ... yes, sir,” Ryan stammered.
“Give it here, I think I can stuff it in with all the junk the women think they need,” Mia ‘s father said. “All of us have more than enough clothing up at the cabin, but every time we go, they seem to think they have to empty their damn closets.”
“Frank!” Mia ‘s mother exclaimed. “Don’t be such an old bear.”