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"Do you know anything about fixing light fittings?" It was Stacey's Mum 
on the phone. I'd done some basic electrical work around our house with 
my Dad, so I told her I reckoned I could help.
I was seventeen at that time. I'd been going out with Stacey for about 
six months. We were close to getting "serious" - that meant, in those 
days, that we hadn't actually slept together but most of our friends 
thought we had. Or soon would. The thing was, though, that both of us 
were planning to go off to university. Stacey was actually away at an 
interview in Aberdeen that day - a really annoying interference with 
our school half-term holiday.

Anyway, I got to Stacey's house and her Mum let me in. Stacey got much 
of her looks from her Mum. They had the same big round blue eyes and 
full lips. They had the same dark-brown, nearly black, hair - though 
Stacey's was long and wavy, while her Mum had hers cut quite short. 
Stacey was slim, while her mother had a slightly fuller figure, with 
larger rounder breasts. Yes - I'd noticed. Today she was wearing a red, 
fairly low-cut blouse and a denim skirt. She led me upstairs where a 
ladder stood beneath the landing light. Apparently the light kept 
cutting out.

I climbed the ladder and, remembering the safety rules, turned to look 
at her and ask "You have turned the power off, haven't you?" From the 
higher position there was a lot more cleavage on show. She nodded and 
said "Of course. Thanks for doing this for me". Then she smiled.

While I worked I couldn't help looking down at those breasts. Yes, I 
know I shouldn't; but I was a teenage boy. And she did talk to me, 
about how long it had been since there had been a man in the house to 
help her with things, so it would have been rude to ignore her. Maybe I 
has paying too much attention to her, because when I was slotting the 
head of my screwdriver into a screwhead, it slipped and cut my hand. I 
came down the ladder and Mrs Clarke hurried me into the bathroom held 
my hand under the washbasin tap and turned it on. I could feel her 
standing close behind me as she held my hand under the water. Her 
breasts were pressed against my back and I could feel breathing on my 
neck. Eventually she dried my hand, took a plaster from the bathroom 
cabinet and applied it to the cut. She was now standing in front of me, 
really close; my injured hand bruising against the silk of her blouse.

"That's better" she said, her voice almost a whisper. She stroked my 
hand and held it to her breast. Then, her eyes on mine all the time, 
she kissed my lips.

"Mrs Clarke --" I began. "Karen" she said and she drew me out of the 
bathroom, across the landing to her bedroom. Yes, I know I should have 
thought about Stacey, but at the moment I wasn't really thinking at 
all. Once in the bedroom we were kissing passionately. I felt her hands 
pulling my t-shirt out of my trousers and stroking my abdomen and 
sides. I don't know when she unfastened the buttons of her blouse, but 
it fell from her shoulders and off. She was not wearing her bra and her 
breasts were beautiful. I cupped them and stroked the hardening 
nipples. They were quite firm and gorgeously round.

By now my shirt was off. She pulled me close, her nipples hard against 
my chest, her tongue and mine rolling over each other as we kissed. Her 
hands guided mine to the button of her jeans. I unfastened it, then I 
reached round and slid my hands beneath them and beneath her panties 
and over her round arse. Her jeans rode down her legs and she kicked 
them off. Then she stepped away from me slightly and guided my hands to 
the hem of her panties. Hooking my fingers into them I pulled them down 
over her arse. I knelt and pulled them down her shapely legs. Her pussy 
was clearly already moist and I could smell her arousal. I kissed her 
pubic mound and she moaned softly.

She raised me to my feet, then sat on the edge of the bed. "You've some 
catching up to do" she said and unfastened my trousers. She reached 
inside and I felt her fingers on my already hard cock. "Hmmm" she said. 
"So this is what Stacey sees in you". Stroking it softly with one hand 
she pulled my trousers down with the other. "Have you had your cock 
sucked often?" she murmured. I shook my head. He tongue rolled over my 
glans and my cock jerked. Looking up at me she opened her generous lips 
and took the head of my dick into her mouth. It was so warm  and wet. 
Her head started to bob up and down as she gave me what I knew from my 
mates to be a blow-job. Oh God it was so good.

I was close to cumming when she took her mouth away and rode up the bed 
and lay with her legs apart. "Your turn" she said. I didn't have much 
experience of oral sex, but I licked at the parted lips of her pussy 
and tasted her moistness. She moaned softly and I noticed that when I 
ran my tongue over a hard nub at the top of her pussy she gasped; so I 
started to pay more attention to it. I could hear her panting and she 
started to roll her hips and press herself to my mouth. I slipped a 
finger into her cunt and she suddenly cried out.

Suddenly she lifted my head away from her pussy and started to pull me 
up the bed, then she turned me on my back and straddled my hips. "I 
need to fuck Neil" she panted. "I need you to fuck me". I felt her hand 
on my cock as she held it the entrance to her warm wet cunt, then she 
lowered herself lasciviously onto its full length. I felt her pussy 
walls close around my shaft and she let out a deep-throated moan. Then 
she started to ride my cock, her arse rising and falling onto my 
thighs. I started to rise to meet each downward plunge. Faster she 
rode, and I clutched at her firm round tits. The smell of sweat and sex 
surrounded us as we fucked. I could hear her panting getting louder and 
more urgent and I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. Suddenly 
she stiffened and arched her back and screamed. I could feel her cunt 
gripping my cock urgently and I roared as my glans spat hot cum into 
her.

We lay for a while panting. I should have felt guilty, but I was too 
giddy from the experience for that. I did, though, feel I ought to 
finish repairing the light fitting

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