Good neighborly relations
Sylvain and his mother had recently moved into their new apartment. New city, new district, new high school, Sylvain had lost his old friends and, rather reserved, he had a little difficulty to establish new relationships, a few friends in his senior class. More boys than girls, of course, because they intimidated him, so much so that at an age when many had already had sex, he was still a virgin.
Of course, he suffered from this cursed shyness which condemned him to solitary practices. He dreamed then of some classmates (some of whom would not have said no if he had dared to ask them) but especially of more mature women, the pulpy baker, his aunt Zoé, and especially his next-door neighbor, a very sexy forty-year-old brunette. They had crossed themselves sometimes and had exchanged a hello; their relation stopped there but that was enough to make him fantasize the evening, alone in his bed. He had looked at her name on the mailbox: Céline Dutertre. So she lived alone.
That afternoon, back from school, when he entered the hall, the beautiful Mrs. Dutertre struggled with a multitude of bags to enter the elevator. She holds the door open for him, and he finds himself right next to her.
"I've been shopping and I think I've splurged. When I like something I can't resist!
-I think my mother is a bit like you," Sylvain replied to say something."
The elevator arrived at their floor.
"Would you mind helping me get all this in, young man, you'd be nice.
-Of course, ma'am."
He follows her into the living room where she throws her bags on an armchair with her elegant leather jacket.
"Put it all down wherever you can, I'm coming but I have a terrible urge to pee. Make yourself at home."
She disappears. Sylvain puts the packages on the second armchair and looks around. Design furniture, sober and modern decoration. He sits down on the sofa. Immediately a pretty white cat jumps familiarly on his lap.
Coming from another room, a voice asks :
"Coke or juice?
-Juice, please."
Celine soon arrives with two glasses and a pack of orange juice.
"Whew! I was looking forward to getting comfortable. During the sales period, it's crazy how busy the stores are!
Orange, is that okay with you? I don't have anything else anyway," she adds with a little laugh.
Sylvain struggles to find enough voice to nod. Céline put herself at ease, indeed: She appears to him dressed of a short black kimono which arrives to him at the middle of thigh She leans to fill the glasses, and while doing so lets glimpse to the young boy, in the indentation of the kimono, two round breasts under a white bra. She then sits down near him. The bottom of the kimono spreads and it is the turn of a thigh and a little of the small panties to be revealed.
"I see that Olympe has adopted you. She is very cuddly."
Sylvain continues to caress mechanically the purring cat. Céline puts a hand on her thigh, just below the excrescence that forms at present in her jeans, fortunately dissimulated by Olympe, his penis in erection.
"She adores the caresses... She is not the only one, she says while smiling."
Its face is now very close to that of the boy petrified by the stage fright. She gets closer still, puts her lips on his mouth and her tongue goes to seek his. While they exchange this first kiss, her hand goes up and comes to palpate gently the cock compressed by the fabric of the pants. Olympe jumped on the floor to leave the field free to his mistress and moves away with dignity.
Cecile opens her bathrobe and Sylvain understands that if he does not want to be ridiculous he must do something. He puts an insecure hand on a breast that he kneads awkwardly. She moves back a little, unhooks her bra and attracts the face of the boy towards one of the breasts thus released. They are round and firm, the nipples point in the center of the ochre areolas. Sylvain closes the lips and finds instinctively the childish reflex of the suckling. Céline does not remain passive; she opens the zipper of the jeans quickly, slips the hand in the boxer and puts in the open air a sex in complete erection that she undertakes to caress delicately.
She interrupts Sylvain, leans, seizes his glans between the lips and sucks it while her hand slides on the stiffened member of excitation. Of the end of the tongue she titillates the small orifice. But very quickly she has on the tongue the taste of a first drop of seminal liquid. She stops at once her fellation: she knows that the young man, too excited, risks to ejaculate too early.
She gets rid quickly of her small panties, revealing to Sylvain her depilated clod where remains a small triangle of brown hairs just above the slit hardly half-opened hemmed with the crumpled border of the pink ochre lips. It comes then to position itself with califourchon above the boy always sat at the bottom of the sofa. Paralyzed, he feels his glans brush the quivering vulva.
"It is the first time my little cat, isn't it? she asks him gently.
-Yes, ma'am," he answers in a breath.
-At the point where we are, you can call me Céline, you know, kitten, she says with a small laugh."
Sylvain feels sliding quite naturally his cock in the narrow hot and wet case of the vagina which at once embraces it in a succession of small contractions. Expert, Céline comes and goes very slowly in order to make the pleasure last. In vain, because Sylvain, too excited, has quickly made to ejaculate while moaning, eyes wide open, under the benevolent glance of his initiator.
Céline continues to ride Sylvain until she feels his cock retracting. She did not really have an orgasm, but she is satisfied: she knows that this moment will be unforgettable for the young man. She withdraws slowly and tightens herself against him. He buries his face in the hollow of her neck.
" Did you like it, kitten? she asks in a half voice.
-Oh yes madam... Celine! It is..."
She puts a kiss on the tip of his nose and adds!
"You should go home now, kitten.
Celine accompanies Sylvain to the entrance.
"If you feel like it, you can come back to see me, my darling."
On the landing, he finds himself face to face with his mother who was coming home. Surprised, she looks at her son, her neighbor in kimono, raises the eyebrows then frowns them.
To justify himself, Sylvain said hastily:
"I helped Cé... uh... Mrs. Dutertre to carry her bags.
-Your son is very kind, Mrs. Legrand," adds Céline.
-Yes, and very helpful, isn't he," she replied with a knowing smile. Good evening, Mrs. Dutertre.
Sylvain rushes to his room:
"I have a paper to finish.
-I've got a paper to finish. I'll call you for dinner."
Reflective, Sylvie Legrand realizes that her little boy has become a man now.
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