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This is the story of Terry unexpectedly losing his virginity to a mature lady many years his senior, certainly not in the way he wished.

My grateful thanks for the help I have received with the editing of this story.

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I was in foster care from the age of eleven to seventeen and stayed on paying rent to my foster parents till I was nineteen. I kept in touch with them after I moved out.

I offered a lift when they said they were going to a friend's party so they didn't need to worry about drunken driving or taxis. When I dropped them off I mentioned to the host I intended going to the cinema and confirmed it would be ok to collect them afterwards.

I returned about 10:45 and was promptly handed a beer drawn from a party7 can, and joined in chatting to several people I knew, especially Annette and Gisl.

Annette is a slim Portuguese lady. I had known her for eleven years as she had been a regular friend of my foster parents. She had long, curly bleached hair and always wore low cut tops. Through my formative years she had greeted me with a big hug and as I'd grown my face progressed up her body, but always seemed to find its way to her almost nonexistent cleavage. She divorced around the time her youngest was born and became a single mum of three, at that time they would have been around fifteen, thirteen and nine. I distinctly remember the way her cleavage improved quite dramatically when pregnant with her youngest and the hugs always felt so much stronger at that stage. In the last three years or so since I had seen her, she had put on a little weight on her tits. I'd had a crush on Annette for a while and had often fantasised about shagging her. That evening her shirt was particularly low and wide cut and more than once I enjoyed getting a tiny glimpse of dark nipple, just a tiny hint.

Gisl was Annette's mother. She was a much older and heavier Portuguese lady with much, much, bigger tits. I had met her a few times over the years but never got to know her. That night she was wearing a yellow dress and a glass of red wine spilt down the front.

The drink had made all of them quite happy and the conversation was very suggestive, especially what the two women would like to do to me, much to my embarrassment.

As the party started breaking up there was talk of phoning for a taxi for Gisl and Annette as their lift had been called into work on a call out. I asked where they lived to see if I could offer a lift and as it happened neither of them were very far off my route. There was a babysitter involved who was Gisl's neighbour.

The first stop was Annette. I walked with her to the back door and helped get the key in the door. She went straight to the bathroom telling me to wake the babysitter who was curled up on the sofa. She pretty much woke up and went to the car, probably to get away from this strange guy. Annette returned and we said our goodnights with a particularly nice hug and sloppy, drunken kiss which got this twenty-two year old shy virgin's pulse racing.

Nervously, with my arms still round her waist I asked, *quot;Can I come back when I've dropped your mum off?*quot;

*quot;Really?*quot; There was a surprised look on her face, *quot;Why would you want to come back?*quot;

I tried to splutter a reply about the earlier conversation.

*quot;Hey Terry, I'm going to go to my bed, but if you're allowed to return and knock on the door, I will answer it and let you in.*quot;

*quot;What do you mean 'if I'm allowed'? I don't have to ask permission or explain to any one.*quot;

*quot;I know, I know, ok look, if you knock, I'll open the door. You may have to keep knocking to wake me but I will answer.*quot;

Another hug and kiss *quot;See you soon.*quot;

I got back in the car with a knot in my stomach and a smile. Drove to my foster home, walked mum