The Welfare Mother - 1

I'm glad you want to read my story. It has a slightly longer run-up. Setting the scene as they call it. The action certainly follows but a bit later in the story. Have fun reading and as always I'm curious what you think of it

It's Friday night and I have some quick shopping to do. It's late for work again. I've been living alone for a year now and if I don't cook myself, no one will.

The good thing about doing some shopping later in the day is that it is not busy. I quickly walk from shelf to shelf and join the checkout where there is only one person in front of me. She is about the same age as me, 44 years old, dark black hair. Quite a handsome appearance I think to myself and curious but unobtrusive, as a (single) man often does, I try to check whether she has a nice body. When she puts the latest messages on the tape, she turns to me and I am not only greeted by a nice friendly smile, but I also see a slim body with relatively large breasts. Nice, I think to myself as I return her smile with a friendly nod.

Then it will be 62.35 ma'am

indicates the cashier who has scanned all products.

Involuntarily I see the woman's body in front of me stiffen a little.

How many? Hey, how is that possible? I thought less….have I not counted correctly or something?

She takes out her wallet and looks inside. She takes out 50 euros and shows it to the cashier.

YessorryI only have 50. Let's seeuhmmmyes then I have to take some things off

. As she scans her groceries to assess what can't be done with it, our eyes meet. It is only a fraction, but immediately I see a mixture of not only shame but also sadness.

Yes, but don't do that cake thenand then only those paprika chips and not the other ones. How much am I then?

I realize that this lady is shopping for a birthday, and also that she does not have the money for it. I've never met her, but I'm overcome with an enormous feeling of pity. I look again at the products on the conveyor belt and the cashier who puts the removed items aside. Then on a whim I grab my wallet and take out 70 euros. I step forward and give the money to the cashier.

Here, add that again

I say as I nod to the set aside items.

And if the lady agrees, I'd like to pay for her

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She looks at me in silence until she finally responds:

I really can't accept that sirhow very sweet

I see her lip start to twitch a little bit.

I've never experienced anything like this... you don't know me at all

. I read the confusion on her face as I see her eyes moisten.

butI can't accept this, can I?

Without actually crying, the tears build up in her. She looks at the groceries again and then back at me.

Ma'am, I begin an attempt to convince her, we do not know each other. But I see you have a birthday to celebrate, can I give this to you as a present?

Financially I can do without the money, I have a more than well-paid job but didn't want to mention this because I might put her in an unequal position. Fortunately, the cashier helps me:

what a nice gift, maybe you should just accept it

. As she says this she gives me back the change and starts scanning my stuff. The woman in front of me starts to pack her groceries in desperation and a little later we walk outside together.May I congratulate you?

I try to break the ice. She still looks at me with moist eyes.

Nono, it's my daughter who turns 18 tomorrow. You knowI am very grateful to you, I am so happy that I can now have a small party tomorrow. Not that she expects this because she knows very well the situation we are in. But that's why the surprise is even bigger for her tomorrow. Butbut

. Her face contorts completely and tears are really dangling down her cheeks now.

What is?

I ask, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

In short she explains her situation that the father left without saying anything before the birth of their daughter and that they have always had to make ends meet. That she has a fantastic daughter but that there is never anything extra because the money is simply not there. Then after a short breath and a deep sigh she stares into the distance and I see the tears welling up again.

It's really sweet of you to do this for mebut I have no idea how I'm going to pay you back

. She takes out her wallet and wants to give me the 50 that is still in it.

Of course I can just return this

close them firmly.

It's a gift ma'am, you don't have to pay back gifts

I answer her kindly, pushing back the hand she's holding the 50 in.

She looks at me and then says

you are a beautiful person

. There's something endearing about it. I can see it in her eyes too. It is now suddenly striking what incredibly beautiful eyes she has.

Thank you

I respond, nodding at her kindly. I grab my bag with stuff and while I walk to my car I look back again:

Have a happy birthday then

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Wait a second

I hear behind me.

I don't even know your name

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I put down my things and walk back to her with outstretched hand:

Bart

Almost seductively she takes my outstretched hand.

Bart

she repeated.

Nice to meet you Bertmy name is AnkeI don't know if you have anything to do tomorrowbut if you have timethen you can bring those congratulations yourselfI have cake you know

. She laughs at her own joke.

I have nothing to do tomorrow I change my mind and I decide to accept the invitation after which she gives me her address.

The next day I did the necessary things and around 8 o'clock in the evening I drive to the address given. They live in an apartment in a lesser part of the city. I go to the 3rd floor and ring the bell. The door is opened by Anke who may look even better than yesterday.

How nice of you to come Bert, come in

. I follow her down the hall into the room where 4 girls are sitting at the table. Girlfriends of the birthday girl. There is a moment of silence when I enter and one of them gets up and approaches me. My breath catches for a moment. What an absolute beauty. She looks very much like Welmoed Sijtsma but with the breasts of Katja Schuurmans. More like her mother's body.

You are the birthday boy I thinkcongratulations

. She shakes my outstretched hand as she replies:

thank youI'm BoAND I turn 18 TODAY

. Her friends start clapping. I start laughing and then, to my surprise, Bo grabs me and gives me 3 kisses. With the last kiss she whispers

thank you for your gift

. She steps back, looks at me for a moment, then turns around and sits down at the table with her friends again.

I sit in the front of the room with Anke and we have a nice chat. After an hour, the girls indicate that they want to go to the city and I hear Bo say that she is not coming. When I ask why not, she replies evasively. I realize she probably doesn't have the money for this. I take out my wallet and want to give her 20 if she indicates that this is not necessary, it is fine that way. Very polite I realize, but I also see the obvious disappointment in her that she can't go with her friends.

But Boje can't be in bed at 10 o'clock on your 18th birthday

I respond with a smile.

In her doubt I see her looking into her mother's eyes. Anke nods encouragingly and I immediately see a big smile appear on Bo's face. She runs into the hallway and I hear her calling from the balcony to her friends to wait. Completely happy she comes back into the room and with a big thank you she takes the money and left.

Anke and I get into a deep conversation. It's already 2 AM when she talks about her past. And interested she also asks about me. At some point we get to talk about my previous relationship. My girlfriend had ended the relationship, she had simply fallen in love with someone else. I don't know who, and although it tormented me for a long time, it no longer interests me.

You must have really stepped into the dating life

Anke asks me defiantly.

You look good, you are easygoing...you have something to say

.That's pretty much what you say. The truth is I'm just really clumsy when it comes to women. To my own frustration sometimesbut nothing happens at all in that area. I'd quite agree again

. I don't finish my sentence. I know what I was going to say and realized it might be inappropriate. But Anke had already picked it up.

What would you do again?

she asks with interest.

Finish your sentence

. She looks at me with her beautiful eyes. No idea what I'm about to say.

Jesus AnkeI notice that I feel very comfortable with you…I am very openperhaps a little tooperhapsyou don't want to hear this at all

.

That's goodthat you're at easeand I don't get scared of anything that easilyit's up to you of coursebut you've made me curious

. Unnoticed, Anke has come and sat a little closer to me.

Wellwhat I miss very muchwhich I really feel like again...

. I hesitate one more time but then I throw it out.

I feel like having good sex again, a beautiful female body, firm breasts. I miss that so muchit's been a long time for me you knowa year

I finish.

There is a short silence that is broken by Anke.

Owwell I can imagine all kinds of things, the need for sex is nothing strange. And I really don't mind you saying it. Things like this are very negotiable in this house

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There is another silence. A little longer this time. I'm wondering why I brought this up in the first place because now I feel embarrassed. I look at Anke and for a few seconds we are caught in each other's eyes. Then she sits up and puts her hands under her sweater. I see them fidgeting and thenshe pulls her bra from under her sweater and puts it on the table. I look at her in surprise. Anke comes and sits a little closer to me.

She takes my handsthen brings them to the bottom of her sweater to place them on her hips. Then she lets go of my hands. I sit like this motionless, not really knowing what to do next.

Bertyesterday you helped me with something that I lack. You then asked me for permission to pay for me. Today I want to help you with something you lack. And I ask you for permission to allow me to give that to you

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I let Anke's words sink in on me. I realize very well what this beautiful woman with her wonderful body has to offer me. My hands are still motionless on her hips.

Anke breaks the silence again.

Why don't you come and sit here for me

Without taking my hands off her hips, I get off the couch and sit on my knees between her legs.

If you want, continued Anke, you can put your hands up under my sweater. You may well find something you like

. As she says this, she leans back against the sofa, a little languidly. My hands finally release her hips and discover her belly. I see that Anke narrows her eyes a little when I caress her tight stomach. She clearly likes this too.

My hands move further up as I reach the bottom of her breasts with my fingertips. With the side of my fingers I caressed up the edge of her chest. She has big breasts, firm, shapely. When I reach the top of her curve I open my hand and place it on the part where the breasts are on her body. Right first. I caress, excruciatingly slowly, down her chest with a full open hand. My palm goes over her nipple, which reacts immediately, and my fingers over the edges of the breast. Then I do the same on the left. We both let out a sigh of excitement.

Anke pulls her back off the couch. She crosses her arms as she grabs the bottom of her sweater and pulls it off in a slow motion. She leans back against the sofa while looking at me intently. Her perfect breasts lie on her body and I look at them with admiration.

Go on, Bert

I hear her encouragement,

don't hold backWith that encouragement, I bend over and suck her nipple into my mouth. With both hands I grab her breasts and caress, knead and massage them. This body makes me horny, I have a rock hard cock in my pantsand I want more. I want to see her whole body, I want to taste everything, I want to feel her. I notice that Anke's breath is also getting heavier, she willingly allows herself to be licked.

I pull myself back up and grab the buckle on her belt. In a way that makes it clear that I'm going to untie these and take off her pants. I look at her to see if I see any resistance in her. Then I open her belt and unbutton it and zip it down. Willingly, Anke lifts her buttocks to indicate that I can take off her pants. So I do. And immediately the movement repeats itself when I also take off her panties.

She is now completely naked. I admire her whole body. I put my hands on her knees. Then without doing anything I notice my hands moving outward. Anke spreads her legs for me, almost in slow motion. As she does this I look at her. Her face is a little twisted, her mouth a little open, tongue on the inside of her mouth against her lip. It is clear that this also makes Anke horny.

Anke is now lying in front of me with her legs obscenely spread apart. I rub my thumb over her swollen labia once. Anke arches her back when I do this. Then I bend over and let my tongue follow the same path as my thumb just now. I lick her outer labia. Then I insert my tongue between the outer lips and lick upwards, pushing them apart. I lick her inner lips. With great pleasure I then bring the tip of my tongue as far as possible into her opening and taste her moisture that is already flowing freely. With abandon I start to eat her pussy.

Soon she starts to move her hips in my licking rhythm and when I feel her hands on my head and her stomach starts to tighten irregularly, Anke starts a deep moan. My head is wedged between her legs as I feel her cunt muscles hit my tongue like a sledgehammer the first time. Anke comes violently and her pussy moves along with the waves of pleasure that howl through her body. I keep licking her carefully until I notice that Anke is no longer moving.

I lift my head and look into some very satisfied eyes.

Fuuuhhuuuck Bertthat was intense. My God what a nice mouth you have

As she tells me how much she liked it, she takes off my sweater and makes it clear to me that we are going to switch places. I'm lying on the couch right now and she's between my knees. While she continues to talk, the actions I did to her earlier are also repeated, with the result that I soon lie naked in front of her.

My cock is standing hard. Anke has already taken it in her hand and slowly moves from top to bottom. Thick drops of pre-cum escape from my head. She smears it with a finger. Then she looks at me when she says:

I also have a nice mouth Bert

. Anke bends over and I feel her lips close around my head and then take me in full length.

A few blissful minutes follow for me. Anke is clearly skilled and she's not about to make me cum anytime soon. She wants me to enjoy her mouth first. Then just as she takes my cock out of her mouth and puts it between her breasts to tit fuck me I'm shocked. I hear the front door open. That can only mean one thing: Bo is coming home!!!

I panic and quickly grab my clothes. Then Anke pushes me back into the couch. She looks at me with enormous calmness when she says:

just sit downBo will be gone soonlike I said we're used to this housedon't worry

. She grabs a pillow and puts it on the pavement between my legs when the door opens and Bo pokes her head around the corner.

She looks at us both in bewilderment for a moment. It must be a different face for her. I'm naked on the couch with only a pillow so you can't see my dick. And her mother is naked between my legs.

oops

responds Bo and she starts laughing.

Anke laughs along and asks if she had a nice evening.

Yes, answer Bo, but not as nice as you look like. Anyway...I won't disturb you any further...I'll tell you more about it tomorrow

. She closes the door and immediately opens it again.

Oh yes Bert.thank you very muchI had a super 18th birthdayI think that's really very sweet of you. So now I'm really going to sleep

. She gives me a super big wink as she closes the door with the words:

Have fun you two together

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Anke puts away the pillow that covered my crotch. My cock is now relaxed. She takes it in her hand and slowly begins to pull it.

We are very open about sex BertBo is really already very sexually active and she always tells me in detail what she does and with whom. It's not much of a thing for us, but I imagine this was a bit awkward for you

.I can't deny that I felt very embarrassed

I respond. It is indeed striking how relaxed they both are

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Now I'm rock hard again and the jerking off goes in bigger movements. Anke sits upright on her knees again.

Let's seewhere were we

. Immediately afterwards she greedily swallows my cock again.

The combination of her warm moist mouth, her horny naked body and the pumping movement of her hand around my cock makes me no longer able to suppress my orgasm. Anke notices everything that it's time and pushes my cock in the back of her throat, so far that she licks my balls with her tongue. I feel the first wave of cum enter my head and then explode violently in the back of her throat. A year of no sex comes out in thick strings and she has to swallow a big load. Something she does with no problem. She carefully licks my cock clean and ends with a kiss on the tip of my head.

We hug each other tightly. I whisper in her ear how impressed I am with her. Not just the sex we've had, but everything, the mother she is, the deep conversation we've had, how she's handled the circumstances in her life—everything.

Anke answers with a caress on my back. I hear her say with a lump in her throat that it hurts her a lot when someone sees this and says this to her.

I go home and at the door we say goodbye with a deep French kiss. Just before I close the door behind me I hear her say

dont be a strangerI like you

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