I was fifteen when I first saw Jean. She was an older woman in her late twenties, an American Indian, 5' 6" and hair so black that it made the night jealous. She was in a two piece bikini, laying on a towel in her front yard. I had a very hard time not staring at her golden bronze flesh that glistened with the oil that she had applied.

I had just moved into the area and knew no one. My first day at my new school, I made friends with a younger boy Sam. It turned out that he rode the same bus as I. He had invited me over to his house after school so that he could show me round town. We got off the bus and walked up the alley, entered his back yard and then straight into the house.

There, standing in the kitchen was Jean, his mom. I had a large lump in my throat and had trouble saying hi. My God what luck. Sam and I became very good friends over the course of the next few years, spent time at each other’s homes and camping on the weekend with his mom then my parents. Every now and then I would catch those small glimpses of his mom in various stages of dress. And then at night I would dream about her and play with myself.

During those first few years Jean and Sam had introduced me to pot. And whenever I was staying over she would get us both stoned. We would watch movies till we all passed out in front of the TV and wake up and do it all over again.

Well being a kid didn't last long. I eventually had to go to college while Sam was still in high school. I continued my fantasy about her while I was gone. I came home from college during the summer break and Sam and Jean had again invited me back over so we could get buzzed.

Well Sam had gone off to bed, leaving his mom and I in the living room, watching a movie, when she told me that she would be right back. I was glad that she was going to stay up for a while longer. She came back into the room wearing a see through teddy. It was as black as her hair and she was wearing red undergarments. She sat beside me and handed me another joint. We both smoked on it and then had some wine that she had sitting on the floor next to the couch.

Man, was I buzzed. She was sitting close to me and the teddy had slid up her thighs. Her legs looked soft but firm and the red panties had made themselves available for all to see. As I looked up her body, her stomach bare and breast just barely cover by her bra, I breathed deeper and I found that my cock was getting stiffer by every inch of her luscious body that my eyes devoured.

I could not help myself. I placed my hand on her bare thigh. She did not move. I gently moved my hand up her thigh, and still no reaction. I glanced up at her face and she continued to look at the TV. I looked at her chest and noticed that she was breathing deeper. I watched her breast heave in and out and even held her breath, as my hand continued to glide across her silky skin.

My pinky brushed her panty line and her legs spread wider. And then I could just barely