Horny Mature Lady from My High School Years

It was my high school years. I was 16. My father’s job meant we were staying in the public housing of a government agency. Since I was a boat scraper, my mother, father, and I were alone. Those who lived in the housing complex know what relationships are like: very intimate, like family, very close. Zekiye, the subject of my confession, was my father’s friend’s wife and the wife of an engineer who had just started his career. They had been married for four years and had one child. Zekiye was a stunning, attractive, blue-eyed woman who had always grown up in Istanbul, having come to the countryside for the first time. Her relaxed demeanor and casual attire, combined with the comfort of growing up in Istanbul, stood out in a place like Diyarbakır (the Diyarbakır of the 1980s I mentioned). The other women in the housing complex were both jealous of her and afraid of their husbands’ attention to her. For this reason, they weren’t particularly close to her and ostracized her.

Because my mother was in her 50s, my father hadn’t even had a chance to do that, and she truly loved Zekiye like a daughter, she took her under her wing. Zekiye was always with us. Her son was a sweet, sweet boy, only 4 or 5 years old, and we’d play and watch TV together. Most of all, I’d stare at Zekiye’s teases, her legs, and her breasts, and at night or in the shower, I’d jerk off to the image of those white legs, her tiny waist, and her magnificent breasts. For me, Zekiye was a true sex symbol. And because there was a sex craze in Yeşilçam at the time, every time I skipped school, I’d go see sex films featuring Zerrin Egeliler, Hadi Çaman, Zerrin Doğan, and Bülent Kayabaş, and imagine Zekiye and I doing the positions…

I’ll never forget it: it was December. Uncle Ayhan (Zekiye’s husband) went to a seminar in Kayseri and entrusted Zekiye to our care. Meanwhile, my mother, a true Ottoman woman, had raised me like a daughter, and I was terrified of her. Zekiye was afraid to be alone at night, so she asked my mother to let me stay with her. My mother, loving Zekiye like a daughter, sent me away. Their house was on the fifth floor, ours was on the third. You know how public housing is, when the fuel comes from the government, they crank up the heat. The house was incredibly hot. Zekiye made my bed for me in the living room, and she and her son went to bed in the bedroom. Because it was so hot, the doors were wide open.

I was thinking about Zekiye, and because of the heat, I couldn’t sleep. I got up and walked slowly toward Zekiye’s bedroom. Her son was sleeping in his crib. Zekiye was lying there in such a mess, her nightgown pulled up, revealing her legs and lacy panties, her breasts exposed, as if to say, “Come on, get on top of me, fuck me!” The sight was breathtaking enough to wake the dead. On the one hand, the magnificent sight was making my cock explode, and on the other, I was filled with fear if she woke up and saw me. I was about to go crazy. I mustered all my courage, immediately grabbed my dick, and started playing with it, as if I were fucking Zekiye. Two or three minutes later, I came into my own and hurried out of Zekiye’s bedroom and went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep until morning.

The next night, I went up to Zekiye’s to sleep there again. My bed was ready. Zekiye went to her room and fell asleep immediately. I couldn’t sleep again, so I got up and went back to her room. This time, she was lying on her side, her back to me. Her legs and ass were pure white, even in the dark. My dick was exploding. I couldn’t resist, so I moved closer. I had to touch that smooth skin. I gently placed my hand on her leg; it was burning. My heart almost stopped with fear, excitement, and sexual desire. I put one hand on my dick and tried to feel the faint warmth of her legs with the other. Just then, Zekiye woke up and turned to me, and we were face to face. Before she could say anything, I ran away in fear and crawled into my own bed. With a childish thought, I hid under the covers. I was embarrassed, I thought. What would I do if she told my mother tomorrow? God, how could I do such a thing? On the one hand, I was repenting every single thing I knew, making thousands of promises to God that I wouldn’t do it again, all the while praying that Zekiye wouldn’t come and get angry with me. But she didn’t.

The next morning, before Zekiye woke up, I got up immediately, went downstairs to our house, grabbed my books, and went straight to school. At school, I thought, “I wonder what happened? Did she tell my mother? I’m a disgrace!” and spent the evening there. After school, I lingered for a long time and got home late. Both my parents were furious because I was late. I sat down and started studying. Apparently, Zekiye hadn’t ratted me out. But I had no plans to go there again. I told my mother that their house was too hot, that I felt uncomfortable in bed, that I couldn’t sleep, and that I wasn’t doing well in school. Around 11:00 PM, just as I was about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang. It was Zekiye, calling me upstairs. My mother told me I didn’t want to come. Zekiye came to me, saying, “I’ll convince her.” She caressed my hair and cheek like a child, looked me in the eye, and said, “Please, I can’t sleep without you!” She smelled so sexy, so of course I agreed immediately. We went home, her in the front, me behind.

Once we got home, everyone went back to their own beds. I tried to fall asleep, but I still couldn’t. Half an hour had passed when I got up and headed for Zekiye’s room. This time, she was wearing only a bra and tiny panties. She was lying on her back. The sight was amazing. My cock was instantly hard. I mustered all my courage and sat down next to her on the bed. When I placed my hand on her legs, my heart almost leaped out of my chest. I slowly moved up, caressing her. My hand was just above her panties, when Zekiye suddenly grabbed my hand. Oh, we’re screwed! I was just about to think, when Zekiye sweetly said, “Couldn’t you sleep again, Hasan?” and pressed my hand against her panties. Her panties were soaked. She pressed my hand against her front, and she gently moved it up and down her pussy. I was about to go crazy!

Zekiye released my hand and said, still in a sweet voice, “Come on, take off your pajamas so we can sleep together.” I couldn’t stop, so I quickly took off my pajamas and lay down next to Zekiye. Zekiye grabbed my arms and pulled me onto her. Her whole body was so hot. My cock felt like it was about to penetrate my panties, pushing right through Zekiye’s panties, between her pussy. She gently held my neck and pressed my face between her breasts. I kissed and licked her breasts and slowly caressed her hips. I was in a sea of ​​pure pleasure. As I rubbed against Zekiye, my cock slipped out from under the edge of my panties, and in an instant, in a fit of excitement, I came all over Zekiye’s panties, her legs, and her belly. I was so embarrassed. But Zekiye just smiled, calmly stood up, grabbed a cloth, and first removed my panties, wiping my crotch and other cum-stained areas. Then she removed her own bra and panties, wiping her cum-stained legs and belly. Of course, the sight of Zekiye’s slightly hairy pussy made my dick harden again.

I was so angry with myself. I hadn’t been able to do what I’d been dreaming of for so long, even when I had the chance, and I came before I could even get it in Zekiye’s pussy. But this time, I was going to do it! This time, before Zekiye could even make a move, I laid down on top of her, my dick between her legs. Her nipples were erect, and the more I sucked, the harder they got. Zekiye began to tremble slightly and clench around me. After licking her breasts thoroughly, I slowly moved down, running my tongue along her belly and sides. Zekiye began to contract and arch her legs. Finally, I moved down to her pussy. I began to touch, lick, and play with her pussy, especially her clitoris, just like I’d seen in the movies. Zekiye was growling, and I was completely entranced. Then I moved back up. As I slowly inserted my cock into her pussy, I was also kissing Zekiye, pushing my tongue into her mouth and down her throat.

Soon, I was thrusting in and out of her pussy so hard that Zekiye was practically screaming in pleasure. Her voice grew louder during the night, and I was afraid she might wake her son, so I had to put my hand over her mouth. Zekiye’s pussy was like a suction cup, practically sucking my cock. It was the first time I’d ever fucked a pussy, and I was experiencing immense pleasure. But this didn’t last long. I couldn’t hold back and erupted into Zekiye’s pussy like a volcano. Meanwhile, Zekiye hadn’t quite come yet. She clung tightly to me, moving me back and forth on top of her before my cock could even come. A minute or two later, Zekiye also had a spasmodic orgasm! She held me there for a while. We didn’t speak.

Later, we got up, handed me my pajamas, and she grabbed my dirty panties, her own dirty panties, her bra, and a new set of clean panties and bra from the drawer. We went straight to the bathroom. She threw her dirty panties and bra into the laundry basket, hand-washed my panties in two minutes, and hung them out on the radiator in the bathroom to dry. After showering together, washing both herself and me, she put on her new panties and bra. She said, “Your panties will dry in half an hour. Just put on your pajamas for now,” and handed me my pajamas. When she left the bathroom, she said in her sweet voice, “I’m sure you’ll sleep like an angel now. Have sweet dreams!” and kissed me one last time, lovingly and tenderly. Then I went to sleep in my bed, and she went to sleep in hers. The next day, her husband returned from the seminar. Zekiye and I acted as if the incident had never happened.

Years later, I confessed this incident only to one girlfriend and to you!