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Best Friends Mum:
I was about 18 and hormones bursting 24x7 although very inexperienced and easily embarrassed around girls. My best friends mum was in her 50’s and we just kind of clicked. She wasn’t a stunner, just a good mum who liked to have a bit of fun every once in a while. Living alone I was often invited around for something to eat and especially on a Friday evening before me and Steve would hit the town (always better to drink having eaten). She was married with two grown boys and I often felt jealous of Steve having such a close family but Mary would make me feel like part of the family.
So apart from the occasional meal I would also get invited to parties at Steve’s parents which would always raise a few eyebrows. We would end up getting drunk and dancing together and she liked to put one leg either side of one of mine and rub her mound against me. She was always drunk while doing this but her horniness was evident and I could feel her warmth through my jeans. This would only end up with me having a hard cock and her grinding her hips into it…she knew what she was doing and ended the dance with a quick kiss on the lips and a wink.
At one party it became obvious she had been talking to her sister about it; I think she was a few years older, maybe 55. I went upstairs to use the toilet and her sister pinned my face against a wall and stuffed her hand down my trousers and squeezed my cock. Before I knew what was happening I was rock hard and panting with a heavy mix of adrenalin and hormones rushing through my body. Then all of a sudden a bedroom door opened and it was my friends mom Mary, she ripped her arm away from me a sent her down stairs. She gentle squeezed my cock through my jeans and French kissed me before heading down stairs herself saying “see you on the dance floor”.
Well I can tell you it took at least 15 minutes in the toilet to get the old boy down again. I went down stairs and grabbed another drink and shrunk into the shadows. After enough winks and nudges in the kitchen from the pair of them, my friend’s mum told me to come and dance with her and you guessed it…she started rubbing my thigh with her mound again. I whispered that I couldn’t take much more of this and my knob was twitching. She confessed to having made a bit of a mess herself and with that left me on the dance floor and went to the toilet. People were starting to notice that she was always dancing with me in such a provocative manner so I kept my distance for the rest of the night.
Steve headed off with his girlfriend back to her place and I offered to help his Mum and Dad clear up. There was only the three of us left in the house and I was a bit embarrassed as throughout all of this ‘dirty’ dancing my friends Dad (Tom) had been there, watching us. He was a short man and had been drinking all night, the lights were still low in the dining room and he appeared to fall asleep. With that she said “one more dance?”. This time she really went for it and I thought she was going to rub a hole through my jeans or at the very least I would end up with a damp patch…and all this in front of her sleeping husband. You can imagine what the adrenaline was like. After a lot of snogging and groping she whispered that I couldn’t fuck her but she had something for me. She gave my cock a quick squeeze and sat down next to her sleeping husband.
She parted her legs and lifted her skirt…wow…I was fit to explode there and then. She didn’t have any knickers on and started to rub her pussy and play with her clit. I don’t know why but I was expecting to see a mound of hair between her legs but no, her pussy was on full show with lovely meaty lips. She told me to kneel in front of her. She took my hand and told me to gently finger her and look out for my present. I was trembling at this point, I mean not only was this an incredible moment in a young lads horny life but I was kneeing between my best friends mums parted legs as she played with her clit and slowly inserting a finger…1 metre away from her husband. Wow…just recalling this has me hard.
I nervously ran my hands up her thighs and ran my fingers over her mound, she wasn’t shaved as I first though just very thin hair (I later found out this isn’t unusual for older women). I brush my fingers over her clit and traced the outline of her pussy lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet and had a heady aroma which made my balls twitch. I slowly inserted my finger into her slippery pussy, I felt something and she smiled…”pull it out”. I slowly pulled on the material to find she had stuffed her knickers into her pussy. She explained that after the incident upstairs and playing on the dance floor she was so wet she had to do something…what better than to nip to the toilet for a quick play and soak up the juices with her knickers by stuffing them up there.
They had been up there for at least two hours and were soaked. She smiled again and said “they are for you, when you get home tonight I want you to wank into them and then give them back to me next Friday”. She closed her legs, lent forward and kissed me. Then turned to her husband and gave him a kiss to wake him up. He shot up and headed for the door saying good night to me and beckoned me to the door. As I left the house they both smiled and said see you soon.
I couldn’t help myself and stuffed the knickers down my jeans as I walked back to my lodgings and of course walked with a stiffy. Once I got home I couldn’t wait to smell the knickers and recall what had just happened…I couldn’t believe my luck. Then it dawned on me…was he awake throughout? He certainly shot up quickly at the end and didn’t seem drunk or tied…well with that idea going through my head and a mental picture of pulling those knickers out of her, I came and came and came…and the knickers were soaked again. Just as she instructed.
The following week I popped in one afternoon after work and she was home alone. I felt a bit embarrassed at first but sat down on the settee as she brought in a cup of tea. She placed the cup down and knelt in front of me…”so where are my knickers?” she demanded. I thought I may as well push my luck and undid my jeans and pulled my boxers down a bit. I had them rapped around my cock and balls, covered in spunk stains. I had been like that all day at work and my balls were swollen and bluish (probably not a good idea but felt great) .She looked at me with a surprised look on her face leant forward unwrapping my cock and balls from their torment. She leant back on her heels and slowly raised her skirt exposing her skin toned tights and to my surprise…no knickers. She pulled the top of the tights away from her body and stuffed the knickers down to her crutch giving them a little rub over her pussy before removing her hand. Her head was still down but she raised her eyebrows and looked straight at me lunging forward and grabbed my cock. Without hesitation she started sucking it. Well I was almost cuming in seconds. She looked up and repeated what she said that night “you can’t fuck me but..” with that she carried on sucking. It was at this point I noticed her other hand was between her legs rubbing away and moaning as she sucked me. God she knew what she was doing and with a squeeze of my balls I pumped hot cum into her mouth as she swallowed my entire cock. She had swallowed the lot. She leant back on the carpet and spread her knees showing how she was still rubbing herself and within minutes had come to a shuddering climax.
I sat there on the sofa for a while taking in the view of her sprawled in front of me, legs apart, panting. I didn’t know how to process this and looked down at my shrinking cock which had a mix of my cum and her saliva coating it. Looking back at her she slowly closed her legs and stood up with her skirt slightly tucked into the top of her tights and her knickers neatly placed between her thighs. I joined her standing in the room and placed a hand on her thighs, running it over her tights. What a feeling, shiny and hot to touch, my cock was getting hard again. She step away from me smiling saying that Tom (her husband) would be back soon so we needed to clean ourselves up. She turned and went off upstairs and I in a sense of panic quickly made my way through the kitchen to the downstairs toilet. I quickly cleaned myself up and went back into the kitchen and waited for her to return.
As I stood there alone in the kitchen I tried to recount what had just happened and started seeing the implications flashing in front of me…Steve would kill me…what would our friends say…what would Tom do to me…or Mary. I snapped out of it as Mary walked into the kitchen, she had changed and was now wearing a pair of jeans. She had one hand behind her back and said she had something else for me. She produced a pair of tights, the crumpled ones she was wearing 10mins earlier. She explained she had been wearing them all day without any knickers on and they were soaked after thinking about the previous Saturday night and did I want them. I snatched them out of her hand and raised them to my nose, taking in a deep breath and her aroma. Just as I was about to take in another lung full we heard Toms car pull up on the driveway, panicking I stuffed the tights into my jeans and stepped away from Mary, u*********sly trying to create some sense of distance between us before Tom entered the kitchen.
I started to panic a bit as I heard Tom walking through the house, it was obvious I was here as my motorbike was on the driveway. He entered the kitchen and smiled at both of us, asking how we were. The panic levels reduced…then he turned to me and said he didn’t need to start worrying about us two did he, jokingly adding that we will start the neighbours talking. My face instantly turned red, I thought I was going to explode…had he caught us. He playfully smacked Mary on the arse and said he was going up for a shower and would be back down soon. With that he walked out of the room and headed up stairs.
Mary just looked over at me and smiled…”what he doesn’t know won’t harm him.” Rather than run out the door and possibly create some suspicion I hung around and had a cup of coffee and waited for Tom to come down stairs. When Tom returned we made small talk about work etc and then Tom dropped a bombshell “I hear you put on a good show the other night at the party”…what was I to say….was he awake after all? Mary walked up behind me and squeezed my arse saying “don’t worry hun, turns out Sarah (her sister) told Tom about me getting a bit close on the dance floor, well an old ladies should have some fun from time to time”. I was gobsmacked as I turned to face her and she winked at Tom.
I’m being played here I thought. Tom went on to say that he agreed that she should be able to have some ‘harmless’ fun every once in a while and that she’s been a flirt since she was a teenager.
I was starting to think that all this was planned but didn’t want to put my foot in it as I still had her tights stuffed down the front of my jeans so was feeling a little exposed. Tom turned jokingly saying “hell boy, if you can get her blood racing then good on ya, just make sure you don’t get caught…” and calmly walked out of the kitchen and into the lounge. At this point my head was racing and I thought I best make a retreat and get the hell out of there. I shook my head at Mary and whispered I had to get going. She winked at me and smiled saying that she still expected me to come over on Friday as usual. I walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door passing Tom on the way. I looked in and said I’d see him on Friday for dinner and opened the front door. Mary approached me and gave me a kiss goodbye but tried to slip me some tongue, somewhat startled I stepped back as Tom could see us “put him down woman” Tom called from the lounge and with that I turned putting my helmet on and rode home.
The trip home was interesting as my cock was rubbing up against the tank of the bike and her tights were caressing my balls. On arriving home I jumped off the bike, ran into the house and slammed the door behind me hoping no one had seen me. I spent the that evening sniffing her tights and wanking myself stupid.
On the Friday...I wore the tights to work and couldn't believe how good they felt and wondered what Mary would say at dinner...
I was about 18 and hormones bursting 24x7 although very inexperienced and easily embarrassed around girls. My best friends mum was in her 50’s and we just kind of clicked. She wasn’t a stunner, just a good mum who liked to have a bit of fun every once in a while. Living alone I was often invited around for something to eat and especially on a Friday evening before me and Steve would hit the town (always better to drink having eaten). She was married with two grown boys and I often felt jealous of Steve having such a close family but Mary would make me feel like part of the family.
So apart from the occasional meal I would also get invited to parties at Steve’s parents which would always raise a few eyebrows. We would end up getting drunk and dancing together and she liked to put one leg either side of one of mine and rub her mound against me. She was always drunk while doing this but her horniness was evident and I could feel her warmth through my jeans. This would only end up with me having a hard cock and her grinding her hips into it…she knew what she was doing and ended the dance with a quick kiss on the lips and a wink.
At one party it became obvious she had been talking to her sister about it; I think she was a few years older, maybe 55. I went upstairs to use the toilet and her sister pinned my face against a wall and stuffed her hand down my trousers and squeezed my cock. Before I knew what was happening I was rock hard and panting with a heavy mix of adrenalin and hormones rushing through my body. Then all of a sudden a bedroom door opened and it was my friends mom Mary, she ripped her arm away from me a sent her down stairs. She gentle squeezed my cock through my jeans and French kissed me before heading down stairs herself saying “see you on the dance floor”.
Well I can tell you it took at least 15 minutes in the toilet to get the old boy down again. I went down stairs and grabbed another drink and shrunk into the shadows. After enough winks and nudges in the kitchen from the pair of them, my friend’s mum told me to come and dance with her and you guessed it…she started rubbing my thigh with her mound again. I whispered that I couldn’t take much more of this and my knob was twitching. She confessed to having made a bit of a mess herself and with that left me on the dance floor and went to the toilet. People were starting to notice that she was always dancing with me in such a provocative manner so I kept my distance for the rest of the night.
Steve headed off with his girlfriend back to her place and I offered to help his Mum and Dad clear up. There was only the three of us left in the house and I was a bit embarrassed as throughout all of this ‘dirty’ dancing my friends Dad (Tom) had been there, watching us. He was a short man and had been drinking all night, the lights were still low in the dining room and he appeared to fall asleep. With that she said “one more dance?”. This time she really went for it and I thought she was going to rub a hole through my jeans or at the very least I would end up with a damp patch…and all this in front of her sleeping husband. You can imagine what the adrenaline was like. After a lot of snogging and groping she whispered that I couldn’t fuck her but she had something for me. She gave my cock a quick squeeze and sat down next to her sleeping husband.
She parted her legs and lifted her skirt…wow…I was fit to explode there and then. She didn’t have any knickers on and started to rub her pussy and play with her clit. I don’t know why but I was expecting to see a mound of hair between her legs but no, her pussy was on full show with lovely meaty lips. She told me to kneel in front of her. She took my hand and told me to gently finger her and look out for my present. I was trembling at this point, I mean not only was this an incredible moment in a young lads horny life but I was kneeing between my best friends mums parted legs as she played with her clit and slowly inserting a finger…1 metre away from her husband. Wow…just recalling this has me hard.
I nervously ran my hands up her thighs and ran my fingers over her mound, she wasn’t shaved as I first though just very thin hair (I later found out this isn’t unusual for older women). I brush my fingers over her clit and traced the outline of her pussy lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet and had a heady aroma which made my balls twitch. I slowly inserted my finger into her slippery pussy, I felt something and she smiled…”pull it out”. I slowly pulled on the material to find she had stuffed her knickers into her pussy. She explained that after the incident upstairs and playing on the dance floor she was so wet she had to do something…what better than to nip to the toilet for a quick play and soak up the juices with her knickers by stuffing them up there.
They had been up there for at least two hours and were soaked. She smiled again and said “they are for you, when you get home tonight I want you to wank into them and then give them back to me next Friday”. She closed her legs, lent forward and kissed me. Then turned to her husband and gave him a kiss to wake him up. He shot up and headed for the door saying good night to me and beckoned me to the door. As I left the house they both smiled and said see you soon.
I couldn’t help myself and stuffed the knickers down my jeans as I walked back to my lodgings and of course walked with a stiffy. Once I got home I couldn’t wait to smell the knickers and recall what had just happened…I couldn’t believe my luck. Then it dawned on me…was he awake throughout? He certainly shot up quickly at the end and didn’t seem drunk or tied…well with that idea going through my head and a mental picture of pulling those knickers out of her, I came and came and came…and the knickers were soaked again. Just as she instructed.
The following week I popped in one afternoon after work and she was home alone. I felt a bit embarrassed at first but sat down on the settee as she brought in a cup of tea. She placed the cup down and knelt in front of me…”so where are my knickers?” she demanded. I thought I may as well push my luck and undid my jeans and pulled my boxers down a bit. I had them rapped around my cock and balls, covered in spunk stains. I had been like that all day at work and my balls were swollen and bluish (probably not a good idea but felt great) .She looked at me with a surprised look on her face leant forward unwrapping my cock and balls from their torment. She leant back on her heels and slowly raised her skirt exposing her skin toned tights and to my surprise…no knickers. She pulled the top of the tights away from her body and stuffed the knickers down to her crutch giving them a little rub over her pussy before removing her hand. Her head was still down but she raised her eyebrows and looked straight at me lunging forward and grabbed my cock. Without hesitation she started sucking it. Well I was almost cuming in seconds. She looked up and repeated what she said that night “you can’t fuck me but..” with that she carried on sucking. It was at this point I noticed her other hand was between her legs rubbing away and moaning as she sucked me. God she knew what she was doing and with a squeeze of my balls I pumped hot cum into her mouth as she swallowed my entire cock. She had swallowed the lot. She leant back on the carpet and spread her knees showing how she was still rubbing herself and within minutes had come to a shuddering climax.
I sat there on the sofa for a while taking in the view of her sprawled in front of me, legs apart, panting. I didn’t know how to process this and looked down at my shrinking cock which had a mix of my cum and her saliva coating it. Looking back at her she slowly closed her legs and stood up with her skirt slightly tucked into the top of her tights and her knickers neatly placed between her thighs. I joined her standing in the room and placed a hand on her thighs, running it over her tights. What a feeling, shiny and hot to touch, my cock was getting hard again. She step away from me smiling saying that Tom (her husband) would be back soon so we needed to clean ourselves up. She turned and went off upstairs and I in a sense of panic quickly made my way through the kitchen to the downstairs toilet. I quickly cleaned myself up and went back into the kitchen and waited for her to return.
As I stood there alone in the kitchen I tried to recount what had just happened and started seeing the implications flashing in front of me…Steve would kill me…what would our friends say…what would Tom do to me…or Mary. I snapped out of it as Mary walked into the kitchen, she had changed and was now wearing a pair of jeans. She had one hand behind her back and said she had something else for me. She produced a pair of tights, the crumpled ones she was wearing 10mins earlier. She explained she had been wearing them all day without any knickers on and they were soaked after thinking about the previous Saturday night and did I want them. I snatched them out of her hand and raised them to my nose, taking in a deep breath and her aroma. Just as I was about to take in another lung full we heard Toms car pull up on the driveway, panicking I stuffed the tights into my jeans and stepped away from Mary, u*********sly trying to create some sense of distance between us before Tom entered the kitchen.
I started to panic a bit as I heard Tom walking through the house, it was obvious I was here as my motorbike was on the driveway. He entered the kitchen and smiled at both of us, asking how we were. The panic levels reduced…then he turned to me and said he didn’t need to start worrying about us two did he, jokingly adding that we will start the neighbours talking. My face instantly turned red, I thought I was going to explode…had he caught us. He playfully smacked Mary on the arse and said he was going up for a shower and would be back down soon. With that he walked out of the room and headed up stairs.
Mary just looked over at me and smiled…”what he doesn’t know won’t harm him.” Rather than run out the door and possibly create some suspicion I hung around and had a cup of coffee and waited for Tom to come down stairs. When Tom returned we made small talk about work etc and then Tom dropped a bombshell “I hear you put on a good show the other night at the party”…what was I to say….was he awake after all? Mary walked up behind me and squeezed my arse saying “don’t worry hun, turns out Sarah (her sister) told Tom about me getting a bit close on the dance floor, well an old ladies should have some fun from time to time”. I was gobsmacked as I turned to face her and she winked at Tom.
I’m being played here I thought. Tom went on to say that he agreed that she should be able to have some ‘harmless’ fun every once in a while and that she’s been a flirt since she was a teenager.
I was starting to think that all this was planned but didn’t want to put my foot in it as I still had her tights stuffed down the front of my jeans so was feeling a little exposed. Tom turned jokingly saying “hell boy, if you can get her blood racing then good on ya, just make sure you don’t get caught…” and calmly walked out of the kitchen and into the lounge. At this point my head was racing and I thought I best make a retreat and get the hell out of there. I shook my head at Mary and whispered I had to get going. She winked at me and smiled saying that she still expected me to come over on Friday as usual. I walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door passing Tom on the way. I looked in and said I’d see him on Friday for dinner and opened the front door. Mary approached me and gave me a kiss goodbye but tried to slip me some tongue, somewhat startled I stepped back as Tom could see us “put him down woman” Tom called from the lounge and with that I turned putting my helmet on and rode home.
The trip home was interesting as my cock was rubbing up against the tank of the bike and her tights were caressing my balls. On arriving home I jumped off the bike, ran into the house and slammed the door behind me hoping no one had seen me. I spent the that evening sniffing her tights and wanking myself stupid.
On the Friday...I wore the tights to work and couldn't believe how good they felt and wondered what Mary would say at dinner...
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