Martin from Mexico 1st Thanksgiving

Martin is a teen from Jalisco new to a Tennessee. An elderly neighbor welcomes him to the USA with open arms as well as other parts.

We had just moved to Nashville Tennessee. Immigrants from Jalisco Mexico. My father was in the oil business and his counterparts from the USA wanted him to lead a transitional team. The move was smooth. We moved into a big four bedroom house in a very beautiful neighborhood. The biggest difference between Nashville and Jalisco was the tone of the neighborhood. In Nashville all the houses stood alone and were… boring. Tan bricks, tan walls, and long green yards. In Jalisco all the houses were done what conjoined, colorful, and everyone knew each other. I was 17 and my sister 16. My mom was a stay at home wife and the demands of the job kept my father away from home more often than not. Life was good. We seemed to be doing better than most people in our neighborhood but everyone was friendly. My sister and I were enrolled in a local high school and made friends. I was on the shy side so it was hard for me to talk to strangers. I had been speaking English as second language for 10 years so communication wasn’t too difficult. But, clique culture was something else. The jocks stuck with the jocks, the nerds with the nerds, and everyone literally stayed in their own lane. And so, mamma and I took up a habit of walking our new neighborhood every evening.

One day, we walked past the house of an elderly neighbor. She was about 60 years old… a plain Jane. She invited us into her house for tea. There weren’t many things I really loved about our new culture but, I did love the sweet tea!

She was very accommodating and I caught her looking at me with hungry eyes more than a few times. She told us that it was only her and her mother that stayed in the house. Her house was also a four bedroom and it seemed to creek with every foot step. Her mother was wheelchair bound and rolled out to meet us. A sweet old lady with a deep smile. I immediately liked both of them. We talked until the late hours and my mother and her exchanged phone numbers. The next day the widow, Edna called my house and asked if we had plans for thanksgiving. Thanksgiving, what the heck was that? So the widow Edna explained the day of giving thanks, its origin, and the traditions. My mother agreed to attend dinner but realized that my father wouldn’t be home so it would only be my mother, sister, and me. The date was set. On the evening of Thanksgiving, we put on our Sunday outfits and headed over. We were warmly greeted at the door and walked into a warmly lit house that smelled like stuffing and ham. It was a foreign smell to me but boy did it make an impression. During the dinner The widow kisses young teen. We gathered in the den to get to know one another. Every once in a while Edna would pop in and ask me to grab a dish or pan or item from a top shelf. Theary first time I I stepped up a step stool I felt Edna looking at me. Turned from the top and saw her staring at my ass. As a young man, I had found myself feeling horny for girls and it seemed my over reacting imagination had made me feel this way several times and so I tried to put the thought away. By the third time Edna’s hands were actually caressing my butt cheeks. I felt my dick grow almost bursting through pants. But she, grabbed and ran not saying a word only smiling as if she had swiped a cherry from atop a cake. The dinner was absolutely fantastic. Edna had place holders on the table and had placed herself next to me. Her mother was on the opposite side of the table. And my sister was next to me opposite side of Edna. During the dinner Edna had grabbed my though and rubbed my crotch several times. Yet, quickly pulled away and just kept talking to everyone as though nothing had happened. Then, she rubbed my thigh. I caught her hand- trying to squeeze it as a way to say yes thank you. Yet, she grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch. It wasn’t wet but it was hot like a warm freshly baked cookie. Most of the evening was uneventful until after dinner when Edna asked for assistance putting away a mixer in the pantry. I obliged and that’s when she cornered me! She pushed me against the shelves and pushed her pointer finger against her lips. She looked at me like a hungry bitch looking to bite a bone. I got nervous but my dick was so hard it felt like it was tearing against my pants. She slowly kissed me on the cheek, then on the lips, and then her tongue made her way into my mouth. I instinctively grabs at her tits and felt her lacy bra under her blouse. She tongue did tiny swirls in my mouth and I was in heaven. She stopped and left me in the pantry- rock hard and sweaty like a pig. I tried to recompose myself and a short while after I rejoined the party. Edna walked up to me and declared, “I saved the biggest slice for Martin a growing man needs his nourishment. We left the party and a few days passed. I would almost literally pull my dick off masterbating to the imaginary visions of Edna’s tits. One day I happened to walk by my mom on the house phone and she was all smiles while talking to the person on the line. When she got off the phone my mom announced it was Edna. She wanted me to go down the block and help Edna with some errands that required lifting and pushing. In a hot sweat I asked when. My mom said the sooner the better. I literally popped a mint in my mouth ran to Edna’s house. I knocked on the door and there she was in a white robe. She smiled an let me in. Once she closed the door she leaned in to kiss me and asked, did you miss me? Fuck yeah I said and then she slapped me lightly and said. “watched your language!” I was taken aback wtf? But then she hugged me and grabbed my crotch. She took my shirt off and walked me to her bedroom. “In here Mexicans are great lovers”, she said. “I want you to show me”. She closed the door and dropped the robe to show off the tiniest red lingerie. Her tits we’re full and smooth. I never imagined them to be so youthful. No, they were not implants. They were natural.

She unbuckled his belt, his pants and dropped his underwear to the floor. She pushed to sit him down on the bed and got him completely naked. She told him to sit up and started to lick the tip of his dick. The rush of wet warmth washed over the head of this dick and before he knew it Jizz exploded from his dick. And she took it like a pro- not spilling one drop. She just sucked and swallowed and then she wanted to kiss me. So I leaned in and kissed her. It made me nervous until she said- don’t worry it’s not gay if it’s your own seed.

Then she laid me down and started kissing me everywhere, between my thighs, on my belly, on my chest, on my shoulders. By the time she got to my neck I was rock hard again. This time she reached for my cock and smiled as she kissed the head. She looked at me with squinty eyes and I took it as a sign to fuck her. So I threw her on her back and started my assault. I touched her neck, grabbed her tits and felt her semi hard tummy. My fingers made it to her pussy. I felt a little bump on my trip into her pussy and I felt how it made her react. She looked as if I had shocked her. I didn’t look but I found her hole and it was absolutely warm and wet. I pulled my wet finger from her pussy and smelled it. Do you like it? She asked. I don’t even answer I was already aligned to stuff my dick into the muck. Fuck! It was warm and sticky and “fuck!” It was pulling me in. I looked at her face and she had a smile on her face as if the cat had sealed the canary. “Oh fuck Edna!” I cried out. And she once again lightly slapped me. I stopped thrusting and said, “do you want me to stop?”, “slap me again and this shit is over!” “I’m sorry” she replied. I started up again but this time it was power thrusts. I could feel the far wall of her pussy and I wanted to bruise it. Every thrust was an attack, me trying to break through. I felt her crotch get warmer. Wetness all around. I looked down at her and she had a blank look on her face. Like her body was there for me to use but her spirit was not home. I slapped her face but she didn’t respond. I whispered it at first “I’m going to come” then I said it louder and then I heard some words ooze out of her mouth…”yesssss!” I came harder than I had ever come before. I starred at her tits and then at her empty eyes. I saw the moment the lights went back on, the moment her body started to shake uncontrollably. Her body was massaging every bit of come out of my dick! I stared into her eyes and all she said was “Dadddddddy”.
I started to kiss and suck on her tits and all I could think was, fuck, I wish I had some mother’s milk.” I had pulled out and do stuck my dick back in her. Edna cried out “ no more. Please, no more!” I pulled out and laid next to her. Edna crawled on top of me and kissed my neck. She stuck her tongue in my mouth like a fucken beast. She sat on my stomach- legs spread apart and just whispered…”fuck!”