I was Nineteen and You were Forty

I was Nineteen and You Were Forty
(Lesbian Love)
Part 1

I’ll always remember the first passion
Pushing my hand between your hidden thighs
Groping in lust to find your veiled nest
Happy just to feel the heat against your satin best

You, my mother’s age, patient with my shy lust,
Watched me blush as fingers played beneath your skirted loins
So wise behind your maternal smile
Knowing what trickled between swollen lips of my own

You didn’t move as I tugged the garter and you felt my cool hand
Curious to feel the pouch that hides your sexual pearl
Your perfume strong and bright from such a pleasant face,
hardly a flinch as I press to feel your concealed palace

It was my trembling hand you guided
to rest against the pantied pussy
Only to talk of silly things that made me feel safe
As if this could be now always, just you and I, alone

I sighed and you too as your bosom heaved gently
For my lust you would make room, at least a little
As I drew my thumb hard down the covered slit
So you’d wink telling me to do it again and again

Your smile broadened as my fingers found your hidden slit
Making me speechless, to feel your sexual dew on the soft satin
You hardly trembled as my hand played its magic
Your motherly thighs simply closing, holding my hand close

We looked into each other’s eyes
You caressed my cheek and I knew my hand was fine
Making me proud to groom your womanhood
Imaging what golden hairs waited behind your panty curtain

I liked your naturalness about my rubbing
As if your hidden kitty was a pet for me to amuse
And you talked of music and pies
As my fingers played your oven wet

We laughed softly as you asked of my embarrassment
Knowing my own pearl was unveiling its secret
As I gazed at your garters and milky white slip
Liking the soft fabrics that dressed your body fine

As our hour finished we left with a hug and dream
To shed my panties soon
And let me play alone with my younger tunnel
Filled with warm nectar that you helped me spill