Hijacked my Dad's woman!

I was young and went to stay the week with my Dad, who I didn't see very often. When I was with him we were either working or partying with all of his friends: barflys, bikers, guys in a band... just a huge group of good-time rednecks that drank a lot. It was a culture shock to experience so many people drinking, cussing, fighting, flashing their tits, etc. compared to my mom's house. I have a thousand stories from those days, but I will start with the one about Pam.
Pam was really sexy, in her late 30s, petite, long curly dark hair. Small tits, but a great ass and was always in a bikini when we would go to the lake. I had seen her on a handful of occasions, but had never seen her hook up with anyone, as was usually easily to notice for anyone that paid attention.
So we're hanging out at the house of some guy and they all decide to go to the bar. I loved tagging along because I could shoot pool, sneak a beer, and guys back home were always jealous that I got to hang out at a bar with my old man, drink beer, and stories about girls getting drunk and stripping on the dance floor or flashing. But my dad is trying to get Pam to go and she says she can't because she has her kids and can't leave them. Out of left field, my dad volunteers me to babysit. WTF?! This convinces her after a minute and I'm asked if I don't mind; of course not. They drop me off at her house and take off. 2 kids watch tv and color coloring books for only about 2 hours and my dad's truck pulls up. Pam gets out of the passenger side and stumbles in the house all fucked up. I say, "That was quick" but she walks into her room and shuts the door. I stand there for a second, unsure of what to do, but walk out to talk to my dad. He says she got drunk and pissed off and started walking home, so he had to pick her up and she just kept saying she wanted to go home. I told him I needed to grab my hat from inside and I'd be ready to go. Fuck the drama.
I walk inside and into the living room to grab my hat and she comes out of her room. She tells me thanks for watching the kids. No problem. Told her I was going to take off and she says she wants a hug. Give her a hug and she holds on longer. (This is why I have a thing for drunk girls talking and flirting btw). Then she asks me to stay. I should mention that I was a virgin at this point, having only one experience sucking on a girl's tits. Thus, I am completely oblivious to the invitation. I just thought it was weird; why would I stay and have to be picked up in the morning? I tell her I can and walk out to tell my Dad. He gets a puzzled look and asks why. I shrugged and said I dunno, I think she just has a lot on her mind and wants to talk about shit. He laughs and says alright, see ya in the morning.
When I go inside she is mixing drinks in the kitchen. She hands one to me (first taste of a margarita - not a fan). Tells me to make myself at home that she'd be right back. I sit on the couch and thumb through television channels. She's gone a while - long enough that I was thinking "Why ask me to stay the night and then go lay down?" Should I go check on her? Should I call out? She had put her kids to bed when I went to talk to my dad, so there I sit, twiddling my thumbs. I finally get up and walk down the hallway. If I bump into her, I'll just tell her I was going to the bathroom. Her bedroom door was opened a crack and I can see her standing in her room, topless, digging through her laundry. I watch for a second, catching a glimpse of her tits, and then head into the bathroom quickly. Honestly, they weren't the best boobs, especially not compared to my first experience. But, still... bewbs.
I walk into the living room and she is sitting on the couch in a t-shirt. I sit next to her with my hands in my lap, lost as to what I am supposed to be doing. We talk for a while, she leans her head over and puts it on my shoulder. She complains about life, men, work, etc. Every once in a while, she would give me a little peck on the shoulder and tell me how sweet I was. There was one instance when I had turned toward her to answer a question and she was staring at my lips and may have been leaning in for a kiss, but I got nervous at the staring at me part and turned away. She pats my leg after a few more minutes, saying she is tired and headed to bed. I said goodnight and she hesitated awkwardly for just a second, smiled, and then stood up. In doing so, her beautiful ass was exposed in black lace panties under the shirt that had ridden up her back. I will never forget how it was almost slo-motion as she stood all the way up and the creases under her ass cheeks formed, highlighted when she stretched her back.
She walked into her room and I stretched out on the couch, my cock throbbing. Right about when I am about to pull it out to jerk off, she calls my name from her room. I walked in and she was in bed, asking if I would bring her a cup of water. I go into the kitchen, get the water, and walk it back to her. I stand there while she drinks it, wondering if I am supposed to be doing anything. Do I sit? I don't know.
I take the cup and put it back in the kitchen and resume my place on the couch. Then she comes walking into the dark living room, her figure silhouetted by the light from the kitchen. She just stands there for a second in silence.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Yeah." More silence.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Panic. What do I say?! What seems like ten seconds passes and I finally mumble yes.
She pulls her shirt over her head and sits next to me on the couch. She leans forward and puts her lips to mine. For a moment, it was just a sweet kiss, only lips touching. Then she exhales through her nose heavily and parts her lips. I open mine and feel her tongue slide into my mouth. She lets out a moan and runs her fingers through my hair, kissing me harder.
Without interrupting the kiss, she leans enough to swing her leg over me. Now she is straddling me and starting to move her hips back and forth with only a blanket between my cock and her pussy. It is clear that I have no idea what I am doing because my hands are awkwardly frozen, not touching her. She takes them and puts them on her tits, squeezing my fingers to squeeze her tits. Okay, so I am supposed to do that. I focus only on the nipples because, again, I'm a noob. I feel her pussy get wet. Okay, that happens; learned something new. I run my fingers down her sides, lightly dragging my fingers up and down her back. She makes this noise like she just can't take it and breaks the kiss for the first time.
She scoots down my legs until her ass is on my ankles, pulls the blanket out of the way and tugs at my pants. My dick springs free and she instantly puts it in her mouth. After only 3-4 times of going down about an inch, she looks up at me and asks if I know what she is doing. I say no. 3-4 more - this is a blowjob. Oh, okay. I wish my first blowjob had been a better one, but it was one of those weird ones when the lips are over the teeth, only going down an inch or two, way too quickly. Anyway, I came. It was then that she engulfed my cock, I mean all down her throat. She didn't move, just let it sit there and have my cum.
I was blown away by the feeling and then she stands up, pulls down her panties, and tells me to scoot down in the couch. Awkwardly, I comply, with my legs weirdly over the arm hanging off. She straddles my face and lowers her pussy to my lips. She just whispers, "Lick it for me. Please, please, lick me." Her wet, hairy pussy is pressed on my lips and I just start to flick my tongue out like a lizard. She kept pushing down harder, to the point that it hurt and hard to breath. And it stunk. I then started running my tongue up and down the entire length of the slit. The part that felt different I moved my tongue in circles around and she seemed to like that. And she liked it when I pushed my tongue as far in as I could go. She started thrusting her hips, roughly riding my face. She grabbed my hair and pulled hard, pulling my head into her as hard as she could. She wasn't quiet either. Then it was like she had run out of batteries as everything got slower and quieter until silence. She stood up and started putting her clothes back on. She asked if I could keep a secret and I said yes. She kissed me on the lips and told me that I had given her an orgasm, which I assumed was a good thing. Then she walked to her room.
The next morning, Dad showed up, a hug goodbye and a see-ya later. There was only one other happening with her and it was about a year later. She just pulled me away from a bonfire with lots of people to the trees and got on her knees, to give me another blowjob. By that time, I had gotten a little more experience and attempted to grab her head and make her take more of my cock in her mouth, but she didn't like it. That was pretty much it until 10 years later, I went to get my truck inspected and she was working at the garage doing paperwork. Asked if she remembered me and she said yeah, I think so, without looking up from the paperwork. And then she was gone forever.

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