It was my first year at our local college, and I thought I would major in physical therapy. Although I believed in a strong general education, PT looked like a sure way of getting a job, one that paid enough to make a living.

When an instructor suggested that we practice massage therapy as homework if we could find a willing subject, a light bulb blinked on in my head: Mrs. Anderson! He said that most people are willing to enjoy a massage.

We had been next-door neighbors for fifteen years. Her youngest son and I were playmates. We exchanged sleepovers. Lana Anderson took us to a soda fountain for milkshakes. She was tall and statuesque, with black hair down to her shoulders, warm brown eyes and a voluptuous figure. I thought she was beautiful! Lately, I sometimes lay in bed imagining her naked, feeling her up all over, and fucking her senseless. Sadly, it was only a wet-dream!

Now I fantasized about seducing her with a massage that would become a full-body one! She liked me and kept abreast of my progress in life. I'd like to keep her abreast of my chest, both of us bare!

Lana taught elementary school in town. She always wore a dress and high heels! I bet she'd love a foot massage! One early September afternoon after class, I sauntered over, trembling with desire. Her eldest son was in the military; her youngest was away at college. I'd just watched her husband Fred drive off to play golf. I shakily climbed the steps to the back door and knocked. My stomach felt hollow. There she was, smiling to see me!

"Hi, John! It's nice of you to visit me! Come on in! I just got home. Come into the living room."

She sat on the couch and patted a place for me. The softness of the cushion caused the hem of her dress to reveal several inches of luscious thighs. There were streaks of gray in her hair, which looked pretty to me. Lana was about two years older than my mother, so she was probably about 49.

"Would you reach me those slippers? I'm too relaxed to get back up. I've been in high heels all day, and my feet hurt! Somehow, switching to flats feels too informal for a teacher."

I stared as she raised one leg and then the other to remove the heels, revealing several more inches of her thighs and about half of her impressive tits! Holding the slippers, I asked,

"Would you like me to put them on for you?"

"That would be sweet, thank you!"

She leaned back and closed her eyes while she shifted her legs about for me to put the slippers on. I saw her bare thighs above her thigh-high stockings; I saw the crotch of her matronly white panties. A fragrant heat, the smell of cloves, radiated from between her legs.

When I resumed my seat beside her, she asked,

"What's new?"

"This is my first year of college. I think I will major in physical therapy."

"There should be plenty of jobs in that field, and I think the pay is adequate."

"An instructor suggested some homework, if we could find a subject on whom to practice massage therapy. Maybe I could relieve some pain in your feet."

"Oh, would you? My shoulders hurt, too! Fred reminds me that most men like women to have big boobs, but they can make our shoulders hurt. Bras are supposed to help, but I'm usually glad to remove mine and my stockings, when I get home!"

She kicked off her slippers. I knelt at her feet and began to massage them. She stretched her legs forth, leaned back and closed her eyes. My reward was a clear view of her bare thighs and the V of her panties. Jeez, I was getting a hardon for her already!

"That feels better already! Wonderful! Could you do my shoulders, too?"

"I'd like to give you a full massage, but you would have to lie down."

"That sounds wonderful, but I suppose I'd have to take my dress and stockings off."

"You would need some small towels, to cover strategic places, and some mineral oil."

She smiled. I have all of that, if you don't mind seeing a gray-haired old lady in her undies!"

"I've always ired you and thought you were a beautiful woman!"

"What a lovely compliment! Tell me more! However, I'm well past my prime now!"

"I like your raven black hair, your dark brown eyes that can flash with emotion, and your voluptuous figure."

"I always did like you, John!" She dazzled me with her smile.

We went upstairs to her bedroom. I subscribe to the dictum, Ladies First, especially when they wear skirts or dresses I can look up.

"Oh, we'll need a special sheet to protect the bed. I suppose it will be best to remove the spread for me to lie on the sheet."

She found a waterproof sheet to protect the bed from the oil. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. I still had a hardon for her! Had I kept it covered? Lana emerged hesitantly in her bra and panties. I'd never seen her being shy.

"Well, what you see is what you get! I don't have a bikini."

"I think you'd feel prettier if you changed into a more attractive bra and bikini panties."

"Really? Alright, I need to feel prettier when I'm half naked!"

She rummaged about in bureau drawers until she found a black lacy bra with cups that would not cover all of her big tits and black bikini panties. She retreated to the bathroom. When she emerged, she blushed; her neck and upper chest were flushed.

"I usually only wear these for special occasions. You know what I mean. I wish I did have a bikini. Letting you see me in my underwear, sexy underwear and no stockings feels indecent!"

The smaller bra, bulging with her big tits, presented them almost to her aureoles for my delectation!

"You look beautiful and sexy!"

"You're such a gentleman! You aren't wearing a lot either, a T-shirt and shorts."

Did she wonder why I had my hand in front of my crotch? Lana lay prone on the bed. I began with her feet again.

"Oh, that feels even better on my bare feet!"

That will apply to your entire bare body, I thought. I got into bed on my knees between her legs. Then I massaged her ankles and calves, eliciting more oohs and ahhs. I rubbed the backs of her knees, which are for women erogenous zones. She moaned. I worked my hands up her thighs.

"I don't feel the oil."

"Sorry, I forgot!'

My hands were shaking as I poured some oil on them; I was afraid I'd drop the bottle and spill it.

"I guess you were distracted by my beauty!"

"I was excited to please you!"

"This feels so good! Maybe you could give me a massage again sometime."

"It would be my pleasure!"

"Do you actually enjoy seeing a woman old enough to be your mother in her underwear and feeling her all over?"

"In your case, I love my work!"

She rested her head again on her forearms and even let me coax her thighs wider. Seeing and feeling her luscious naked thighs had my cock wanting to break through my shorts! I'd caressed the outsides and backs of her thighs up to her panties. As my hands explored up her inner thighs, she squirmed and tried to stifle a moan. As my fingers neared her cunt, her body became tense. I massaged back down. When I massaged back up again, she accepted my fingers near her cunt. Pubic hairs had escaped her panties. Sensing that she was becoming aroused and compliant, I placed one of the towels over her ass and became to strip her panties off.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"This is what the towel is for!"

"Oh."

She lifted her hips for me to strip her. Goose pimples appeared on her thighs. I reached under the towel to feel her ass. She jerked. I told her to relax, that I knew what I was doing. I'd been so excited that I'd forgotten to add more oil. I put some on my fingers. I kneaded her plump buttocks. How I wanted to mount her and shove my cock right up her cunt! She sighed and moaned.

"Wasn't I right? Doesn't that feel good?"

"You were right! It feels more than good; it feels... erotic!"

After thoroughly manhandling her fine ass, I moved my hands to her hips, her lower back and her sides. She continued to make sounds of pleasure. When I unfastened her bra, she lifted herself up, inadvertently showing me more of her tits.

"Is this necessary?"

"This is what the other towel is for. You don't want oil on your pretty bra."

"No, I guess not, but this feels sexier and sexier!"

I massaged her middle and upper back and her arms. When I began on her shoulders, she seemed in ecstasy.

"Oh, yes! Thank you! That feels wonderful! Could you do this to me every day after school?"

She laughed. I finished by sliding my hands down her sides, where her big tits spread out, to accustom her to my hands on them.

"Alright, you can roll over now."

"That's easier said than done! Turn your back while I do and cover my boobs and pussy with these towels! Excuse my French!"

I resumed my seduction with her feet. When I moved to her ankles and calves, she had become compliant again, moving her legs further apart to accommodate my hands. I massaged up the outsides of her thighs to her hips again. I massaged the tops of her thighs up to her belly. Finally, I massaged her inner thighs, sending sexual messages to her cunt. The scent of her arousal, blended with the scent of cloves, intoxicated me!

"How is this feeling?"

"So good that I can hardly stand it!"

I adjusted the towel so that it covered only her pubic area. I massaged her belly, close to her mound of Venus. She sighed and moaned more. I moved up to just below her tits. Then I switched to her arms, neck and shoulders. I massaged her scalp, running fingers through her hair.

"You're giving me shivers and goose bumps!"

I moved to her upper chest and the exposed swell of her breasts. She was almost panting with arousal! I slid my fingers under the towel to claim her tits. Their nipples were extremely erect. She opened her eyes, lifted herself up on her forearms.

"That's too much! You aren't supposed to see, much less, touch my breasts!"

I kissed them and sucked her nipples.

"No, this is too, too sexy!"

"I lost my head! I've been fantasizing about making love to you!"

"What? I'm too old to be your dream woman! Oh, my god! How long have you had that erection?"

I moved down, stripped off the towel and kissed her cunt. She struggled. She was a big woman and could fight me off. I managed to begin licking her cunt. She froze.

"That's disgusting! Fred never did that to me! You must really want me to do that to me! My god, though, it DOES feel good!"

She spread her legs wider and bent her knees. I penetrated her with my middle finger. I found and rubbed her prominent clit. She was overcome by my ardor as I licked and fingered her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm. As she lay back to recover, I stripped naked and moved up to mount her.

"This is obscene! I thought you were such a nice boy, but you're a sex maniac!"

We wrestled more, but I had advantages of youth, male muscles and stamina. I pinned her to the mat, forced her legs apart and up and pressed the head of my oozing cock to the open inner lips of her wet cunt. Maybe, she wasn't struggling quite as much as she could.

"This is sexual assault! I can have you put in prison for twenty years!"

"I'm mad to have you! I have to fuck you!"

I penetrated her but couldn't find my way deeper.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be your first woman?"

"One I'll never forget!"

I was surprised to feel her fingers grasp my cock and guide it into her cunt!

"I guess it's not adultery, if you overpower me and force me to submit to your lust!"

A few thrusts got me home and her another orgasm. I paused to savor my first conquest and played with her awesome tits. As Lana looked at me, various emotions crossed her face: confusion, anger, wonder, and pleasure.

"Oh, John, I can't the last time I had an orgasm! You've given me two, and God help me, I hope you'll give me more of them! Fred won't be back for hours. I think golf is a boring game."

"This is man's favorite sport!"

"I guess I'm flattered that you chose to play it with me!"

She impatiently lifted her hips. I got back onto my knees and began to fuck her. She lifted her hips again.

"Do it to me harder and faster! I know you want to savor your first time with me, but I promise you'll be able to do it to me again before we part!"

I fucked her harder and faster. She moaned and whimpered with pleasure. The sperm surged from my balls and I ecstatically fucked it into her. She screamed. We lay coupled caressing and kissing until she aroused me again.

"There! I knew you could rise to the occasion! I guess I haven't completely lost my power to arouse a man!"

I reared up, grasped her tits and began to fuck her at a steady pace.

"Oh, John, I always liked you and thought that you were special! I never dreamed that you wanted sex with me! Now, it feels like we are making love. I either must hate you for sexually assaulting me and forcing me into adultery, or love you for making me feel beautiful, desirable and giving me such thrilling, glorious sex!"

I increased my pace and fucked her harder.

"We can't ever, ever do this again! Only now, you won't be the only one to be tempted!"

Lana wrapped her arms and legs around me in a powerful grip that made me breathless, until I reasserted my dominance. She began to lift her hips into rhythm with my thrusts. I helped myself to her big tits, squeezing them and sucking her swollen nipples. I fucked her for about fifteen minutes.

"I'm glad you appreciate my big breasts so much! They are very sensitive to pleasure! When you first got your hands on them, I was so thrilled that I began to surrender to you then! You're driving me wild! Cum! Cum in me! Finish me off! Punish this married woman for enjoying sex with you!"

I fucked her urgently. I fucked her mouth with my tongue. She screamed and I felt a surge of her love juice. I'd prolonged my possession of her as much as possible and delayed my ecstasy. I had achieved sexual union with my dream woman and was in paradise! I poured my essence into her. We lay coupled. Suddenly sleepy, I dozed off with her big tits as my pillows. She nudged me. With her hair disheveled, sweat glistening between her tits, and smelling of sex, she looked sensual and earthy, an earth mother, my ultimate MILF.

"I guess we were both so sated that we fell asleep in each other's arms! This was sweet, but you must leave now. I won't call the police, but I'd like to tell someone what a wonderful afternoon I have had. I guess I'll just tell you!"

"Won't you want another massage?"

"Oh, I forgot, while you were fucking me senseless! Pardon my French! I never say that word, but you said it to me! You've corrupted my language, as well as my body and mind! Yes, I'd love another massage, but I'll melt when you touch me, and you'll want me to pay for it with sex. Ask me again, later. You're so good with your hands!"

"Anytime you want the services of a handyman, I'm right next door!"

She laughed so hard that I saw some of my spunk gush out of her inflamed, swollen cunt.

As she sat up and saw how much sperm I had fucked into her, she said,

"And I was worried about the oil getting on the bedsheet!"