“No, not at the moment.” I replied, taking another sip from my glass. “Not since University actually.”
“Footloose and fancy free then.” Suzanne smiled. “Not necessarily a bad thing. I had some fun when I was single in my early twenties. Well, I guess technically I’m footloose and fancy free myself now.” I blushed, causing Suzanne to smile. “Sorry. I wasn’t implying anything by that. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” I smiled and had a quick gulp of wine and we changed the subject. Whether Suzanne had intended it or not, the seed had been sown.
A fresh bottle of wine was opened and as I enjoyed another glass of wine, I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage and the enticing gentle curve of the tops of her breasts. I kept reminding myself that this was my friend's mother and definitely out of bounds, but her subtle flirting combined with the wine and my own raging libido had me thinking of her in a different way. She looked at me and smiled. I wondered if she was aware of my wandering eyes, of the carnal thoughts running through my mind.
"You look quite fit." She said. I blushed. "Athletic." She quickly clarified. "Do you go to a gym?"
"Yes." I replied. "Two or three times a week. I can't say I enjoy it that much, but it breaks up the week when you live alone and it keeps you healthy of course."
"Yes, I've been thinking of joining a gym." She told me. "I think it would do me good to get out of the house and meet people."
"The view's not bad either." I grinned. "Girls in little shorts and vest tops working up a sweat."
"I bet there's a few buff young men too." Suzanne mused. Her eyes dropped to my body momentarily. "I bet you don't look too bad yourself." She smiled. I blushed again. Her flirting was rapidly going from subtle to overt. Scenes from The Graduate played in my mind's eye. "Forgive me, I shouldn't tease you." She grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. I smiled, laughing it off, but the twitch in my groin, proved to me that the thought of what might happen between us both excited and aroused me.
Half an hour later and I was definitely feeling the effects of the wine. I had really enjoyed Suzanne’s company. She had been a very good conversationalist and host – smart, charming and witty. She excused herself and when she returned, she sat next to me, only much closer than she had been. Her thigh was touching mine.
“I do envy you with all your life ahead of you.” She told me. “Sometimes I wonder where it all went wrong. Here I am, a 45 year old divorcee. Old, overweight and over the hill. Who would want this?” She swept her hand down herself dismissively.
“No Mrs Wilde!” I objected, noticing that her lipstick seemed freshly applied. “You could easily pass for a thirty-something and you’ve got a fantastic hourglass figure. Any man would be lucky to have you.” Suzanne smiled, obviously flattered.
“That’s very kind of you to say.” She took another sip from her glass and set it on the table. “Any man would be lucky to have me.” She echoed and looked me in the eye. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, but I was powerless to do anything about it. Her lips parted and she leaned into me, her hand going to my thigh. I couldn’t help myself and leaned into her, our lips meeting, our tongues entwining. My own hands reached for her, my fingers running through her hair and embracing her. When our lips parted, she was smiling and her hand had slid up my thigh and was caressing the stiffening bulge through the denim of my jeans. She reached for the zip, pulling back slightly and studied my face, a little smile on her face as she slowly pulled the zip down. Her gaze dropped to my groin and she slid her hand into my jeans, through the opening of my boxers and grasped my hardened shaft. I gasped as her warm hand tightened around it. Her hand gently stroked my rigid cock before reaching up to unbuckle my belt. She undid my jeans, pulling them open. My erect cock, now free of the restrictions of my jeans, sprung up, tenting my boxers. Suzanne reached for the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. She just looked at my cock for a moment, before reaching for it and running her fingers up and down it. She wrapped her hand around it and began to gently stroke my cock. She seemed mesmerised by it, as if I wasn't even there. As if it was just Suzanne and my cock. As she squeezed my cock, a pearly drop of pre-come appeared on the tip of my cock. Suzanne flicked her forefinger across my helmet, collecting it on the tip of her finger. I watched in shock as she slowly drew the finger back and brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked out, licking my pre-come from her finger. She closed her mouth and smiled.
"I think I could stand to have a little more of that." She smiled, dropping to her knees in front of me.
"Mrs Wilde..." I began. I knew this was a line I shouldn't cross, but I was so turned on I no longer cared. I watched, my resolve replaced by excitement as she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and took my cock back into her hand, gently stroking it. She dropped her head into my lap and I felt her warm breath on my balls. She tentatively kissed one and then the other and then began to lick and suck at them while continuing to stroke my cock. I groaned with pleasure and looked down at Suzanne on her knees. She pulled back from my balls and smiled up at me. She looked so prim and proper with her immaculate red hair with not a hair out of place, her make up subtly applied, her matching earrings and necklace and her long floral dress making her look so tasteful and sophisticated. Yet her delicate, well manicured hand was wrapped around my hard cock.
“I haven’t had a cock in my mouth in over twenty years.” She told me, startling me with her explicitness. “My ex husband didn’t like it. He told me only whores did that.” She toyed with my cock, twisting her hand around my shaft, her face moving closer, examining it. “Initially, I didn’t think I’d mind to be honest, but I found I really missed it after a while. I used to take long baths while my ex watched TV and I would…” Her eyes flicking up from my cock to my face, perhaps deciding if she should say any more. “…I would use my fingers on myself while I fantasised about sucking a cock. Not my husband’s cock either. My neighbour’s cock, my husband’s friends cocks, one of my son’s teacher’s cock, the postman’s cock. Sometimes I would fantasise about sucking two at once, swapping from one to the other, tasting their come or feeling it splash all over my face and chest, enjoying the warmth as it trickled down my skin. I remember the first time I met you when I visited you and Tristan in that horrible student house you shared. I fantasised about being alone with you and seducing you, sucking your cock until you came in my mouth. Watching you watch me as I gulped every drop down. It was so wrong, thinking about you like that when I was old enough to be your mother, but I couldn’t help it. Do you think its wrong?”
“Mrs Wilde.” I looked into her eyes, her mouth was pouting, only an inch from my cock now. “You are my best friend’s mother and it is most definitely wrong, but I have never wanted anything more than I want my cock inside your beautiful mouth right now.” Suzanne smiled sweetly and opened her mouth, taking my cock inside. I watched, enthralled as her red lipstick coated lips began their descent down my shaft. She pulled back until just the tip was left in her mouth. My saliva coated shaft glistened in the dim light of the living room. Suzanne's eyes flicked up to watch me as she swirled her tongue around the tip. I heard and felt the vibrations from her moan as she took me back into her mouth. She began to find a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down in my lap. I groaned, enjoying the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my shaft as well as the sight of this classy older woman on her knees between my legs, her red haired head gently rocking up and down. I was just beginning to feel the stirrings of my climax in my balls, when she pulled up off my cock. There was an insatiable hunger in her eyes. Without a word I reached for her helping her back up to her feet. I stood up and took her in my arms, pressing my lips to hers. She kissed me back, urgently, passionately. My hands slid down her back, reaching and cupping her buttocks through the material of her dress. I pulled back slightly allowing my hands to roam up and around her sides to her chest. She moaned softly as I caressed her large breasts through her dress.
Her own hands unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open and running her hands over my bare chest. She reached up and pulled the shirt off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor.
"Take me." She whispered. "I want you inside me."
"Shall we take this upstairs?" I suggested. She shook her head.
"No. I want you right here. I want you to bend me over this sofa and fuck me from behind." Hearing her use the word 'fuck' both surprised me and turned me on, hearing this well spoken older woman using such filthy language. I pulled her around and pushed her over the end of the sofa. She gasped in surprise, putting her arms out to support herself, before panting with excitement as I pulled her dress up, hoisting it up over her waist. I gazed down, her buttocks were clad in quite functional looking white knickers. I quickly hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, baring her buttocks. Her knickers slipped down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I could hear her rapid breathing as I gently parted her legs, her labia peeking out from between them. I reached down and slid a finger down the length of her slit. She gasped at my touch and moaned with delight as my fingertip delved between her lips. I withdrew my digit, which glistened with her juices. She looked over her shoulder at me as I brought the finger to my mouth and as she had done with my pre-come earlier, licked her juices from my finger. I licked my lips theatrically, making her giggle. She pushed her buttocks back slightly. I positioned my hard cock at the entrance to her pussy and gently pushed it forward. She gasped as I entered her, thrusting back against me, my cock sliding easily into her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh yes!” She cried out as I began to slide in and out of her, enjoying the warmth of her pussy. “Oh I’ve needed that for so long.” She groaned, thrusting back at me, wanting to quicken the pace. I obliged, thrusting deeper and faster inside her, causing her to moan louder. I looked down at my friend's sophisticated, well spoken mother, bent over the end of her sofa with her dress pulled up over her waist, the creamy flesh of her full buttocks on display and my hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy while she moaned with pleasure. Her normally demure manner transformed into a wanton temptress. Having had me on the brink with her mouth, I could already feel the telltale sensations of my impeding climax. Her pussy felt snug and moist and my stiff cock ached for release. I wanted to thrust as deeply as I could inside her before filling her with my come. I grabbed her hips, giving me a bit more purchase to thrust my cock deeply inside her. Suddenly, her cries grew louder until her whole body stiffened and her cries were abruptly silenced. After a pause and a final cry of unbridled pleasure, she climaxed, her body relaxing, her arms giving way as she fell slightly forward, dropping to her elbows. Frustratingly, with her forward motion, my aching cock slid out from her depths, springing up towards my belly. I resisted the temptation to reach for myself and masturbate for the few seconds required for me to reach my own orgasm and splash her pale buttocks with ropes of my come.
"I haven't come like that in a very, very long time." Suzanne told me breathlessly. Perhaps sensing my frustration, she pulled herself back up off the sofa and kissed me, her hand grasping my cock. "I bet you're close yourself aren't you." She teased, very slowly stroking my cock, keeping the ache from becoming uncomfortable, but still staving off my desperate desire to come. "I could take you back into my mouth... or..." She let go of my cock and bent back over the end of the sofa, pulled her dress back up over her waist and reached back to grasp her buttocks in each hand. My eyes nearly popped put of my head when she pulled her cheeks apart, lewdly displaying her puckered little hole to me. "Have you ever used the backdoor?" She asked me.
"No Mrs Wilde." I answered, my head spinning from what she was suggesting. I had of course heard it talked about, but I had never even considered it, let alone suggested it to the handful of women I had been intimate with.
"Would you like to?" She asked. I gazed down at her tiny little hole, wondering how on earth I would ever fit in there. I stretched out a hand, which almost seemed to be outside of my control. I watched as I slid a forefinger into her moist pussy, lubricating my fingertip. I then moved my finger towards her puckered arsehole and stopped, feeling pangs of guilt about this final violation of my friend's mother. Suzanne pushed her buttocks back at me and my fingertip touched her most private of orifices. I left my fingertip lightly touching her hole for a moment, before gaining a bit of courage, gently rubbing my fingertip at her back door. I used the tip of my finger to moisten her sphincter with her juices, dipping my finger back in her pussy to collect more and lubricate her. Suzanne moaned in pleasure as I touched her.
"Push it in." She urged me, panting. "Loosen me up." I did as she asked, applying pressure on her tight hole with my fingertip. She gasped as it slipped inside into the warmth of her arse. It felt so tight and warm around my finger as I began to ease it further inside. "Oh that feels good." She moaned as I pushed my finger in as far as the second knuckle. I used my finger for the next couple of minutes, sliding it in and out of her while she writhed in pleasure. I noticed that she had slumped down a little onto the sofa, supporting herself with one arm. Her right hand had been thrust back between her legs and was feverishly strumming at her clit.
"Stick your cock in me." She told me. "Fuck my arse." Again I was taken aback by her out of character profanity, but it only aroused me further that I had corrupted this prim and proper middle aged lady, even though deep down, I knew that it was she that had corrupted me. I gently pulled my finger from her arse and lubricating my cock with her juices, positioned it at her tight hole. I pushed my helmet against her puckered arsehole. Suzanne exhaled, letting herself relax and the tip of my cock eased past her tight ring of muscle and into her arse. I gasped in amazement as my cock began to disappear between her buttocks, her sphincter stretched around my shaft. It felt so tight around my cock.
“Yes!” She cried out. “Slide it all the way in. Fill my arse with your hard cock!” She grunted and groaned as I gently pushed the last couple of inches inside her. Her sphincter muscles gripped the base of my cock in a vice-like grip that felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I began to thrust in and out of her enjoying the new sensations her tight arsehole was providing me. I began to build up to a steady rhythm. I could hardly believe I had my cock in her arse. She was panting loudly, her fingers still feverishly working away at her clit. I leaned forward, my hands reaching around to cup her breasts through the material of her dress. They had spilled out of the top of her bra and I could feel her erect nipples. I rubbed them with my thumbs causing her to moan. She stiffened, her sphincter clamping down hard on my shaft as she reached another climax. She cried out as she came. Her cries combined with the tightness of her arse sent me over the edge.
"I'm going to come." I grunted.
"Come in my mouth." She replied breathlessly. "I want to taste it, swallow it." I hastily slid my cock out of her arse and Suzanne quickly pulled herself up and spun around, dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately taking my cock into her mouth. Her hands reached behind my hips, grasping my buttocks and encouraging to gently thrust into her mouth. Her green eyes looked up at me and locked on to my own as she bobbed her head back and forth. I groaned in pleasure as I felt my balls tighten and my come race up my shaft and into Suzanne’s waiting mouth. She pulled her head back leaving just the tip of my cock inside her lips and opened her mouth wide, letting me watch as my cock spurted and filled her mouth with my come. She let my come pool on her tongue, her green eyes still fixed intently on me. I grunted as the last weaker spurts trickled onto her tongue while a little escaped her mouth, trickling down her chin before dripping into her cleavage. Her eyes remained fixed on mine as she closed her mouth, gulped down my come and smiled at me. With that, she got back to her feet, pulled the hem of her dress back down, reached down to adjust her bra and ran her fingers through her dishevelled red hair. She stooped down to collect her white knickers, screwing them into a ball and discreetly placing them in her handbag on the coffee table. She kissed m
e quickly on the lips before stepping away from me.
"Well, it's been a wonderful evening." She smiled. "I have thoroughly enjoyed myself and you have been wonderful company." I looked at her dumbfounded. The wanton sex goddess, her carnal hunger sated, had been replaced by the prim and proper Mrs Wilde. "Well it's getting quite late. I shall have to go to bed. The guest room is all made up and ready for you. I hope you sleep well." I suddenly, bizarrely felt very exposed, standing there completely naked in front of Suzanne.
"Thank you." I replied awkwardly. "I'll say goodnight then."
"Goodnight." She smiled. I watched her as she left the room and began climbing the stairs. She paused halfway up and examined her chest. I realised she had spotted the splash of my come in her cleavage. She reached into her dress, collected it on her fingertip, raised the finger to her mouth and licked it off, before continuing up the stairs to bed...
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ree’s a crowd
I looked at my watch, trying to catch the light of one of the club’s many sweeping multi-coloured spotlights. 2.30 am. I looked across the dance floor at my friend Tristan, who had his hands all over the arse of a pretty blonde girl. Some holiday, I thought as I nursed the beer in my hand. He’d been chatting her up for the last hour and I was starting to get bored. We were halfway through a week in Crete and though the weather had been great, the evenings despite my best efforts, had so far provided no action whatsoever.
“A penny for them.” A petite brunette had materialised in front of me. She was quite attractive with her long hair stopping just short of a beautiful pert chest, which were quite distracting in her low cut top. Her skirt was short, displaying her shapely legs. Like most of the female tourists in Crete, she seemed to already have a fantastic tan.
“Sorry?” I said, surprised.
“A penny for your thoughts.” She smiled. “You looked miles away.”
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