Mature Elena's Smile Haunted Me

I brought a camera to our ceremonial event - getting our high school certificates. Everybody was there: Students, family members, and other guests. My parents were on my sides, excited their gifted child completed successfully his senior year, and waited patiently to see me parading toward the principal to get my diploma.

I looked at the crowd, watching my friends chatting and joking. Among them, I saw Brenda and smiled. She was invited to my 18th birthday party among 5 other girls, got drunk, cornered me and declared her love to me. She said she dreamt about me and would love to date me. I rejected her advances politely, saying I needed to concentrate on my final exams because without good grades I would not get accepted to an Ivy League university.

Brenda never mentioned her offer again, but her constant stares did not leave any doubt she was still interested. Her looks was OK, but no more. She was my age, 5'6", about 140 pounds, average size chest, and seemed to be in good shape. However, I was thinking about some of the prettier girls once the school year was over.

On Brenda's left, there was an older woman. Unlike Brenda, she had long black hair that framed nicely her pretty face. She had a smile. I could not describe the smile, but it captured my eyes. She sat quietly, watching the ceremony, occasionally talking and hugging Brenda. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful woman who was likely Brenda's mother. Except when I went to get the diploma, much of the time, my eyes focused on her.

When the ceremony ended, I noticed Brenda walking out with her mother. I approached Brenda and said, "Congratulations. We both made it."

She grinned, "Yes, we did. Let me introduce you. This is my Mom, Elena. Dad is away, in Japan on a business trip. Mom, this is Hunter, the guy I mentioned to you before."

I looked at her Mom, who again had her uniquely attractive smile, and said, "Ma'am, it's nice to meet you. Your daughter and I were in the same class. I tried to outscore her but failed miserably."

Brenda laughed, "Mom, don't listen to him; he is a straight A student."

Elena gazed at me with her dark, beautiful eyes and said warmly, "Hunter, according to my daughter, you are a great student and a nice person. Thanks for inviting Brenda to your birthday party. Whenever you have nothing better to do, we would love to see you in our house."

"Thank you. I'll do it." Then they left. I joined my parents, and soon, we were on our way home.

A week had passed, and I could not get Brenda's Mom out of my mind. Her face was pretty in a unique way. An exotic type. But the most attractive feature was her smile. It haunted me like Mona Lisa's smile haunted Leonardo Da Vinci.

On a Friday afternoon, I called Brenda and asked if she wanted to join me going to the movies. She was thrilled, "Sure. What movie and when does it start?"

"It's Poor Things. According to reviews, Emma Stone plays wonderfully in the film. It starts at 7:30."

"It's Friday. We won't get tickets."

"I have 2 tickets already. Hank bought 2 tickets but became sick, and his brother handed them to me."

"I'd love to. I'll be ready at 7 prompt."

I wore blue jeans and a white shirt and arrived at her home at 6:55. Her Mom opened the door. She smiled at me, "Hunter, she will be ready soon. Come on in. The theater is nearby, so you don't have to leave before 7:15. Can I offer you a drink?"

"Water will be fine. I see your husband is not here. Is he still abroad?"

"Yes. His business takes him away often."

"Sorry to hear that. Next time, if I can find tickets, may I include you too?"

She chuckled, "Not a good idea. I will be a third wheel. But you can visit us at home whenever you are free. We hardly go out."

"Elena, may I ask you a personal question?"

Her mysterious smile reappeared, "Ask. But if it's too personal, I may not answer."

"You have a very distinct smile. Where does it come from?"

Her smile broadened, "I have no clue. I was told in the past my smile was nice. Anyway, thank you for the compliment if you meant it that way."

"I did. I saw it the first time during our ceremony and was intrigued by it."

"Hunter, it's nice to hear that at my advanced age, young people still find anything interesting in my face."

She turned to go to the kitchen to bring my water, and I ogled her body. She wore a simple short sleeve blouse and a long skirt but looked good from behind. When she came toward me, her front was impressive as well. I couldn't see her legs, but the narrow waist and protruding breasts caught my eye.

She flashed her signature smile at me as she handed me the water.

I joked, "Thanks for the water. And I think I am falling for your smile."

She giggled, "Be nice. You are going out with my daughter. If you are nice to her, you have an open invitation, and then you'll see my smile again."

Brenda exited her room. She was dressed in a short black dress and 2" heel shoes. Her appearance was nicer than I expected, and if my mind hadn't been concentrated on her mother, I might have probably been even more impressed.

I said politely, "Brenda, you look terrific! Much better than in school."

She grinned, "In school, girls were not allowed to wear these clothes or use makeup."

I stared one more time at her mother, who stood by the door and smiled at me, and we left. During the drive, Brenda was chatty. She seemed very happy I invited her and tried to talk to me about my hobbies - Photography and sports. I was less inclined to talk, as my mind was still fixated on her mother, so my answers were short.

The theater was very crowded. Our seats were in a middle row. We ate popcorn and drank Mountain Dew but didn't talk much. Then the movie began. The initial scenes were bizarre, to say the least, but then the concept became clear: a young woman was brought back to life via a brain transplant. In the beginning, her behavior was weird, and then slowly, the newly implanted brain started learning how to behave.

I concentrated on the movie. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Brenda turn her head in my direction now and then. Half an hour after the movie started, she shifted in my direction and leaned her head on my shoulder. I continued watching the screen. She waited 5 minutes, then grabbed my hand and placed it around her shoulder. I didn't react. She looked at my face for a long moment. I could not ignore her anymore. I glanced and smiled at her. She moved closer still, and her head moved to rest on my chest. At the same time, her hand pulled mine from around her shoulder toward her chest, apparently encouraging me to touch her covered breasts.

I tried to think fast: I was attracted to her mother more than to her, but she was very close, smelled nice, and seemed to be motivated to seduce me. My cock made the decision for me. It started engorging and a minute later created an uncomfortable tent in my pants. I moved sideways slightly, trying to position my organ more comfortably.

Brenda noticed me shifting. She guessed the reason and whispered in my ear, "Don't move; I'll take care of it."

Subsequently, her fingers found my zipper and carefully opened it. Then she lowered the waistband of my boxers to expose my erect prick. In the darkness, she couldn't see details but noticed its size and gasped, "Oh, lordy! You are blessed."

I didn't answer, and my hand massaged her covered tits.

She bobbed her tiny hand on my shaft a couple of times, then she bent and wrapped her lips around it. The person next to her was initially watching the movie, but when Brenda's mouth began moving faster, he noticed her rhythmic movements. He looked in my direction. I signaled I was sorry but had no control. He smiled and showed a thumbs up. Seeing that he enjoyed our show, I became bolder. I inserted my palm into her cleavage and kneaded her firm tit. Brenda's mouth turned up the pace, and I shot my slimy spunk into her mouth shortly after. She swallowed my load like a pro, and after milking the last drops from my deflating rod, she zipped my fly, leaned against my chest, and grinned at me. My hand was still tweaking her hard nipple as the young guy next to Brenda watched my hand strolling inside her dress.

For the rest of the movie, Brenda's eyes alternated between my face and the screen, with her hand gently caressing my covered dick. She didn't notice or care about the guy eyeing her on her right. Before the movie ended, I removed my fingers, and she rearranged her dress. When the lights were on, the guy stared at her. She saw his eyes checking her and smiled at him sweetly.

We drove back to her house. On the way, she said, "I enjoyed the action and the movie. When can I see you again?"

"When our vacation started, I promised my mother I would help her with several projects. Can I visit you next Friday evening? We don't have to leave your house. By the way, I noticed your father is hardly at home. What does your mother do all her free time?"

"Each morning on Tuesday and Thursday, she goes to LA Fitness and exercises for 2 hours. Occasionally, she participates in yoga classes as well. Otherwise, except when she goes on errands, she stays at home and watches TV."

"Doesn't she socialize with friends?"

"She has a couple of friends, but they have little children and have busy lives. She said that, eventually, she'll visit them more often."

"It's not healthy to live like that. She needs to go out more often."

"I told her the same thing, but she is very stubborn, insisting she likes her life this way. When you come to our house, you try, and we'll see if you are more successful waking her up from her slumbered life."

We arrived at her house. I accompanied her to the door. She stood there and pouted her lips. I approached and kissed her lips gently. She whispered, "Don't forget about next Friday. I'll talk to Mom to see what time is better."

I left, feeling a faint taste of my cum on my lips.

Friday evening, I was invited to Brenda's home for dinner at 6 pm. I dressed nicely - An ironed gray short-sleeved shirt, clean, long, blue pants, and shoes I had just shined. On my way, I bought a dozen red and white roses and a box of Leonidas truffles.

I knocked on the door 5 minutes early. Brenda opened the door. She wore a pretty midi-style, beige dress with an exaggerated cleavage. Was it to remind me where my hand found refuge during the movie, or was it to entice me to ogle her tits during dinner?... I smiled, complimented her, and handed her the box of chocolates.

She hugged and kissed me passionately.

When she disengaged, I asked her where her mother was. She winked at me, "She is dressing up. She likes you and wants to make a good impression."

"Brenda, the only way she'll impress me is if she agrees to join us when we go out."

She laughed, "Tell her that. She didn't listen to me. Let's see if you can convince her."

Elena made an entrance at that moment. My jaw must have fallen to the floor because she chuckled, "Hunter, make sure your jaw is OK; otherwise, the dinner I prepared will be for nothing." Her attire included a short white dress that highlighted her dark, shiny, long hair. Her 2" heel white shoes fitted nicely. It wasn't just the stunning clothes but her perfect figure that caught my eye.

I held myself from whistling admiringly. Right then, I knew that I was in love. For all they knew, I was dating Brenda. However, my mind was set on her gorgeous Mom, thinking of a way to her heart.

I showed her the flowers. When she tried to grab the bouquet, I took her hand and kissed it, "Lady, you look amazing tonight. But you'll get these flowers only if you agree to join Brenda and me next time we go out."

Her face brightened, "Hunter, you are a true gentleman. Look, I'd like to go out occasionally, but it would be too ridiculous to join you. Others will think I chaperone you two."

I joked, "If anyone says anything, I'll tell them I date you, and Brenda chaperones us..."

"You are funny. Hunter, I am serious."

"Are you saying the three of us can never have a good time outdoors? OK then, when can I come here and take only you to a place of your choice?"

Elena's special smile appeared, and I almost melted. "Children, let's eat and continue the discussion over dinner. By the way, Brenda didn't tell me what you like to eat, so I hoped I didn't screw up. You are not a vegetarian or allergic to certain foods, are you?"

I giggled, "Not at all, and I can eat anything. However, I am sensitive to certain smiles."

Brenda was not present when I talked to Elena about her smile, and she just laughed. Elena stared at me sternly, and then her special smile decorated her pretty face again.

The meal consisted of a salad with various greens, nuts, and slices of mandarin oranges, followed by veal marsala and a dessert of spumoni ice cream. It was delicious! When I was done, I glanced at Elena, "The food was excellent. Will you marry me?"

Both girls started laughing hysterically. I joined them, but deep down, I felt I was becoming obsessed with Elena. Then Brenda went to the bathroom.

I kissed Elena's cheek, saying that's the way I always thanked the one who cooked for me. She grinned, "Be careful, young man, I'll get used to this."

I stared at her face and said in a low tone, "I hope you will."

Her eyes met mine. She blushed but remained quiet.

Brenda came out and said, "Hunter, let Mom clean the table, and we'll go to my room."

I followed her. Her room was decorated with many pictures of Maroon 5 and Adam Levine. On the wall, I saw several pictures of me that were taken without my knowledge during our ceremony. I smiled, "These pictures are not flattering."

"They were taken from a long distance, but if it bothers you to see these, we can have a photo session, and I'll have better ones."

I laughed, "I don't really care; it was just an observation. So what do you wish to do now?"

"We can watch TV or neck if you want."

"Your mother is just behind the door. I don't think it's a good idea."

"You can choose a program you like. If I also like it, I'll watch it with you. If not, you focus on the screen, and I'll suck you."

I looked at her, "Are you doing it for me, or you like oral sex?"

She smiled, "Both..."

"And what will happen if your mother opens the door and offers snacks or drinks?"

"She wouldn't do it without knocking on the door first. She did it several months ago and caught me blowing Eric. She was so embarrassed; she'd never repeat that mistake."

"How many guys did you BJ before me?"

"You are the 3rd, but I like you more than the other 2."

"You like ME or my cum?"

She blushed, "Both."

I checked the remote guide. I didn't find any movie I liked, so I told her to select whatever she wanted to see. She refused, "You are my guest. I want YOU to enjoy the evening."

I said, "There is a good basketball game, but I want you to like my choice too."

"We can see it together. If I become bored, I'll entertain myself with your buddy."

We watched for half an hour before she stood up, unzipped her dress, lowered it to her waist, unclasped her bra, and exposed a nice set of tits.

I grinned at her and blurted, "Brenda, they are amazingly sexy."

"I am happy you like. Now I can lay sideway, with your cock as my pacifier, and you can play with my girls. I noticed in the movie you liked kneading them."

I enjoyed 2 things at the same time: An interesting game and being sucked thoroughly to a happy ending. After my climax, Brenda leaned her head on my lap, left my spent dick in her mouth, and used it as a pacifier, milking it mildly. My hand continued tweaking her beautiful tits until the game was over.

Then, I moved. She sat up and said, "I liked your visit very much. We should do it again."

I caressed her cheek, "You are a very nice girl. Let's get out of the room. I have to talk to your mother."

As we left the room, we saw Elena holding a nighty on her way to the bathroom.

I said, "Elena, I didn't forget about our plan to go out the 3 of us somewhere."

She pleaded, "Hunter, I told you I hate being a 3rd wheel."

"In that case, when we walk, my hands will be around both shoulders - yours and Brenda's."

She chortled, "You are very insistent. OK, tomorrow we can go to the nearby park. It's supposed to be nice outside, and I haven't strolled there for many years."

"Good deal. We can have a picnic there or have lunch at the Italian restaurant a block away."

Elena grinned, "I'll make sandwiches, put fruits, and a bottle of wine."

"Girls, I'll see you tomorrow at 9:30 am. I kissed their cheeks and said, "Brenda, thanks for everything, and Elena, your food was very tasty. See you gals in the morning."

The stroll in the park was very pleasant. Both girls were in a great mood. We joked and chatted freely, and I realized how much they loved each other. They accepted me as almost a family member. It was refreshing - After a year of intense studying to feel free to enjoy, laugh, and hug without thinking about tomorrow. We found an empty table and ate the sandwiches Elena made. One had hard salami with pickles, the second had Swiss cheese and olives, and the third with hummus and roasted pine nuts. They let me choose first, and I took hummus. The Chardonnay was a great addition. I loved watching the girls glide happily.

We returned to their house tired. As I was about to leave, Elena said, "Hunter, thank you for inviting me out. I would have never done this if you didn't 'force' me to do it."

I kissed her cheek and blurted, "Lady, be warned that unless I am disinvited back, I'll continue forcing you to go out."

I saw them giggling as I left the house.

On Monday afternoon, I got a call from Elena. She was distraught, "Hunter, are you busy now?"

"Not at all. What's going on?"

"Earlier, Brenda needed to pick the ladder from the basement to reach the ceiling in our living room. All of a sudden, the light went off, and she fell 15 stairs down. She started crying and couldn't move. I went to check on her with a flashlight. I am no doctor, but it was obviously a complicated fracture. I called an ambulance that took her to the hospital. They completed a set of X-rays that showed multiple fractures in her right hip and calf. She was taken to surgery to fix the fractures with metal pins, and later, she'll be admitted to the orthopedic department. I just came home to bring things for her and thought you'd want to know and perhaps be there."

"Elena, of course I will. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, because we may want to leave at different times. I'll see you there."

Fifteen minutes later, I sat in the visitors' waiting room. Elena arrived 10 minutes later. She had on casual clothes, and her worried face was free of cosmetics. Still, she looked extremely attractive. I felt ashamed for ogling Elena when her daughter was having surgery but as happened before - Whenever Elena was around, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"Elena, we don't know how long the surgery will take. Do you want hot coffee or anything else to eat?"

"If you can find a coffee machine, that will be great. No milk or cream, but a packet of sugar or Splenda will be better."

I returned with her coffee 10 minutes later. She smiled, thanked me, and said a doctor exited the operating room and said that Brenda would be out in half an hour. However, she'll be under anesthesia, and we better let her sleep the night and visit her tomorrow.

"Was the operation successful?"

"It lasted about 3 hours. They put 3 pins in her leg and have to keep her in a special bed with her leg tilted up. According to the physician, she'll have to stay like that for at least 2-3 weeks in the department."

"Sorry to hear it. Tomorrow, can we visit her together?"

"I'll be here around 9:30 in the morning. You can come whenever you are free."

I accompanied her to her car, kissed her cheek, and hugged her before going to my car. I felt guilty - As I was hugging her, her large tits poked my lower chest, and my member started hardening...

The next morning, I arrived at the hospital and found Elena already there, talking to Brenda. The daughter looked somewhat oozy, likely due to her powerful pain meds. Her right leg was in a cast and tied up. She was pale. Elena's eyes were red; she had probably cried before.

I joked, "Hi, girl. At last, you cannot move, so I won't have to chase you all over the place."

Both ladies smiled.

I asked, "Brenda, how are you holding up?"

"I am heavily sedated and on narcotics, so if I sound crazy, blame my medications."

"I don't think so. It will always be your fault. Jokes aside, what does the doctor say about the success of the surgery and your prognosis?"

"I didn't see him yet this morning, but I heard via the grapevine that it went well and complete recovery is expected, although time depends on my body's healing rate. I'll have to stay in this yuck bed for weeks."

"Let's wait until the orthopod tells you realistically what to expect. In the meantime, I can bring you journals, a Kindle, or an iPad."

She grinned, "Hunter, you are sweet. I'll get everything I need, but I am worried about Mom. Dad is never home, so she will be all alone. Will you please visit her often?"

Elena interjected, "Honey, there is no need to bother him. It's his vacation time, and he should be with his friends."

I smiled at Elena and turned to Brenda, "Ignore your mother's talk. If she had other people taking her out, I wouldn't have bothered her unless she asked me. But knowing she wouldn't do it without me pushing her, I'll bug her every day."

Elena's signature smile appeared, "Hunter, you are a real gentleman. Let's compromise; Every now and then you'll call me, and we'll talk for 5 minutes on the phone. I hate the feeling of wasting your precious free time."

I gazed at Brenda, "I cannot tell if your mother does not like my company, but if she can tolerate my presence, I'd love to spend time with her. She is funny and an excellent cook. Where would I find a better company?"

Elena giggled, "Stop pretending you don't prefer to play with young guys and girls your age. I don't believe you."

"How can I prove it to you?"

"Hunter, let's talk about it later. Right now, Brenda is the one we both care about."

All 3 of us spent the next hour chatting about politics, school, and... gossip. We were interrupted when the doctor's team showed up to evaluate Brenda.

Elena and I were sent to the waiting room. I stared at her and repeated, "Elena dear, nobody makes me visit you. I really enjoy being with you, but if you accept me ONLY because I date Brenda, I'll understand and never bother you again."

She had tears in her eyes, "Except for Brenda, you are the person I like the most. But be realistic, I am the same age as your parents. How would you like to spend the time with them?"

"Bad example. First, they like to spend their free time with each other without accommodating a brat like me. Second, I love them as parents and less as companions. I like being with you much more. Third, I love your smile."

Elena grinned, "So you wish to visit me twice a week?"

"Lady, let's negotiate. Can we make it twice a day?"

"Hunter, I am serious. Three times a week?"

"Let's compromise, 7 times a week."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. I just like you and hate to give up because our age difference is causing you to misjudge me."

"I am not in the mood to argue. Come to my house at 6 pm for dinner, and we'll decide together what to do. Let's not involve Brenda in this discussion. Her health is our priority."

"Deal."

Once the medical team left the room, we entered. Brenda's face did not reveal much.

Elena asked, "Sweetie, what did they say?"

"Based on the X-rays done after the surgery, the bones in my leg are well aligned, and full recovery is predicted. However, I'll have to be in the hospital for at least 3 weeks, much of it in this bed. Mom, my mind has already accepted the idea I'll get stuck here for much of my summer vacation. Is Hunter going to take you out now and then?"

Elena spoke before I could, "Yes, honey. He is a real gentleman, and, occasionally, we'll go out. Now stop worrying about me. I want you home ASAP."

Brenda chuckled, "I want it too. Hospital food sucks."

"Ask the doctor if I can bring your favorite food from home."

"I will. Guys, I am tired. I hate to send you away, but I didn't sleep much during the night, and the drugs make me sleepier."

Elena kissed Brenda's cheek, "Sleep well."

I kissed her lips gently, "Brenda, I am jealous. The way you are, you have no responsibilities. Because of your situation, I'll have to work at home, and for Elena, who's going to slave me around."

They smiled. Elena and I left together. When we reached the parking lot, Elena said, "You are a nice person, trying to deflect from discussing Brenda's lousy short term future with silly jokes. Don't forget about dinner at 6 pm."

"I won't."

I arrived at Elena's house at 6 pm and brought with me 3 different flavors of Ben & Jerry's ice cream pints.

She opened the door wearing a nice pink blouse and a red summery dress with an apron. She saw the ice cream and started laughing, "Hunter, you don't have to bring something every time you visit. By now, you are almost part of our family."

"Good. Does it mean I can see you every day?"

She smiled, "Honey, why are you trying so hard? You really don't have to."

"Elena, you are so beautiful. Tell me why is your husband leaving you to spend so much time in Japan? I understand he does business there, but it does not explain how he expects his marriage to work given that he is thousands of miles away for most of the year."

Her eyes tore, and she mumbled, "Let's not talk about it now. Time to eat."

She cooked chicken with oranges in the oven. The smell was great. The taste of the meat combined with baked potatoes and green beans was out of this world. I licked my fingers... She grinned, "Every cook loves to see the guest enjoy her cooking."

"You are the perfect wife - Beautiful, smart, funny, and a great cook. So why is your husband avoiding home?"
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