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Andy’s mum differed from all the other mums we knew growing up. Andy’s mum was always more friendly when we played in his house or garden. She seemed to always have sweets, cake, and fizzy pop on hand. I can’t remember Andy having a dad; I’ve known him since middle school.
Andy had a lot of uncles over those early years. I thought he must have come from a huge family. I remember that whenever an uncle was visiting, we had to play outside, or sometimes we would go to the park. I guess we were a noisy bunch.
By the time we graduated from high school, Andy’s mum was more like a friend to our little group. All our parents had become old and staid in comparison. Andy’s mum was into our music and did not dress like a parent. None of us saw much of her or each other as we went our separate ways to college or work.
I was twentytwo when I bumped into Andy’s mum again, quite literally, coming out of the gym. I’d just spent an hour doing weights, something I had gotten into at college, and was heading out. She did not recognise me, but there was no mistaking her smiling face and trademark ponytail.
I apologised profusely, and she laughed when she recognised me. She said she had to rush as she was going to miss her class but hoped I would visit her at home later. She said she would be an hour, and I said I would try to drive over to catch up. I watched her walk away and, for the first time, fully noticed her in a grownup way. Tight leggings gripped her shapely legs and almost nonexistent bum. A baggy top hid everything else, while her ponytail bounced and swished with each step. For the first time, I thought she had become a MILF, and I knew I would definitely be driving to see her.
An hour later I found myself standing on her porch in shorts and a tee shirt, keeping out of the sun in the heat of summer. Andy’s mum’s beatenup Ford swung onto the driveway and lurched to a stop. She was out of the car before the engine had finished clattering to a halt. She was wearing the same leggings over a tight leotard, which revealed a lean figure. Her hair stuck to her face as she bound to the porch and said she was sorry if she had kept me waiting.
I went to hug her; I’m a real hugger these days, and she took a step back, saying she needed to shower. She led me inside, and the house was just as I remembered it, comfortable and relaxed with nothing fancy. She grabbed a cold drink from the fridge for me.
“Thanks, Mrs. Archer.” I felt foolish saying it like that. I had never officially been told her name.
“Call me Kelly, please.”
“Thanks, Kelly.”
“Excuse me while I take a quick shower; I’ll be ten minutes; make yourself comfortable; you know where everything is.”
Kelly went to her bedroom on the ground floor while I stood in the lounge looking at a wall of pictures. The whole gang was included in a few, at birthday parties and events showing us all growing up over the years. A picture of Andy in his uniform had pride of place in the centre. I heard the shower start and was inexplicably drawn along the hallway towards the sound. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I found myself moving slowly towards it. Standing outside the door, I could hear Kelly humming and singing to herself in the shower.
From behind the door, it was impossible to see into the onsuite bathroom, and I was not a peeping tom. A movement caught my eye, and I noticed the reflection of the shower curtain in a wall mirror in the bedroom. The curtain was obscure enough to show just a blurry outline, but it was enough to freeze me on the spot. Soon the shower stopped, and I retreated to the lounge, knowing that a mirror works both ways.
I picked up my drink and stared at the pictures again, also noticing that my shorts were just a little tighter than they had been. I concentrated on calming myself down and counting my breaths. I was under control when Kelly called out from her bedroom a couple of minutes later.
“Luke, would you come and help me with something?”
I called back, “Yes, what do you need?”
“I need a tall man with a strong grip. Bring the steps from the kitchen, please.”
I put down my drink and carried the wooden steps to the bedroom. I knocked on the door and waited for a second.
“Come in, don’t be shy.”
I pushed the door open slowly and was relieved to see Kelly wrapped in a towel with only her head and shoulders and below the knee showing. I was about to ask when Kelly pointed to the ceiling, where I could see a couple of dead downlighters.
“They are fiddly to twist out; I have spare bulbs. Could you reach and swap them over?”
I nodded and set up the steps under the first dead lamp. The steps felt quite loose and rickety. I remember we used to play on them in the garden, and we all wrote our names under the top step. I wondered if the names were still there. I climbed carefully up three steps, high enough to reach the ceiling, and reached up. The steps swayed under my weight before Kelly held the top rail. I felt her towel brush my bare leg. I froze for a couple of seconds until the steps felt secure.
Reaching up, I managed to twist the first dead bulb out of its socket and realised I had forgotten to carry a new one up with me. I climbed down, brushing past Kelly, who held the ladder tight the whole time. I climbed back up with a new bulb and had trouble getting it to engage in the holder.
“Make sure you screw it good and tight,” Kelly said.
I looked down to see her smiling up at me. I could see just a hint of cleavage from my viewpoint, and I felt the smallest tinge of forbidden lust. I looked away and continued to fiddle with the bulb.
“Are you screwing it the right way?” Kelly asked.
I knew she was trying to help, but I could not stop myself from thinking about a different kind of screwing. I concentrated on counting my breaths and staring up at the fitting. I adjusted my feet, and the step ladder swayed a little. Kelly adjusted her grip. Her towel was now pressing firmly against my leg.
“Let me get down a second and compare the bulbs,” I said and eased myself back to the ground.
I compared the old and new bulbs; the fitting was identical. I climbed carefully back up with both bulbs, and Kelly held the ladder with her body pressed against my leg through her towel. I tried the old bulb, and it would not go in. I tried the new bulb again too.
“Are you having trouble getting it in the hole?”
Kelly’s comments were not helping me. I could feel my shorts tighten a fraction with each thing she said. I was picturing completely inappropriate things. I turned around on the step just enough to face away from Andy’s mum. Just enough to save my embarrassment. I was having trouble concentrating on anything other than keeping myself under control, and I was losing that battle.
“Would some lubrication help you to get it in?”
I racked my brain to think of something I could ask her to go and get. My cock was growing, and there was nowhere to hide it in these shorts. I turned away a fraction more, and the steps wobbled. Andy’s mum put one hand around my leg, holding me tightly against her. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, wishing I had worn jeans or anything that would hide my straining cock.
“I think once it is in, it is much easier to finish.”
Kelly was definitely not helping; I was hardly even aware of my hand wobbling the bulb around the ceiling fitting. The small of my back was running with nervous sweat, which was also beading on my forehead. Suddenly the bulb slipped in from an odd angle, and I quickly pressed it home and screwed it tight. I took one step down and felt Kelly’s hand on my leg, which was now at the very edge of my shorts.
“Mind out,” I said. “That one is done; let me get down and move the steps.”
Kelly moved her hand and took a tiny step backwards. I tried to face my shorts away as I grabbed a second bulb and moved the steps. Kelly held the steps secure, and I felt her hand slide along my leg as I climbed up. I had the old bulb out in a few seconds and began wiggling the new one at odd angles, hoping to replicate the last fitting.
“This one should be easier now I’ve got the hang of it,” I said, looking down.
Kelly’s towel had slipped down, revealing more cleavage and the top of two white triangles. I have a thing for tan lines, something about seeing skin normally hidden from public sight. I had to tear my eyes away and stare up at the ceiling. My cock was now threequarters of the way to fully erect. Kelly’s hand slid slowly back up to the edge of my shorts before she spoke again.
“Are you stiff?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was in deep shit now. “I erm, what do you mean?” My voice had gone up an octave, and I froze as I waited for the scream, accusations, and embarrassment.
“Stiff, do you get stiff? After going to the gym, do you get stiff?”
I felt like a rabbit in the headlights, sort of trapped with no way out. I wish I was one of those guys, the guys who would say something like ‘I’m stiff now if you want to try’ and she would laugh, and we would fall into bed and make love. Sadly, I’ve never been that guy. Or like Tim in the film ‘About Time’ so I could make a clumsy pass and if it did not work, turn back time so it never happened. I can’t time travel either.
“I’m alright, thank you, Kelly. Sometimes I get cramps after a workout, but I’m OK today.”
God, I wish I knew how to chat with women better—how to spin a line and talk them into bed.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No, SallyAnne and I split up a few months ago; she left me after college and moved away for a job offer.”
I was devastated when she left with no notice. We were getting along great, the was amazing, and after two years together, I thought we were forever. Suddenly the bulb found the right angle to slip into the fitting, and moments later I had it fully secured. I was relieved and ready to climb down when I felt Kelly’s fingers inching up inside the leg of my shorts.
“Do you think I am attractive? For an older lady.”
I froze, and my mind went blank. I thought Kelly was very y today; her body and legs in her leotard and leggings were perfect. I did not know if this was a trick or trap or whether to just blurt out how I felt.
“I think you are very nice,” I managed to say.
The fingers on my leg seemed to clench for a second.
“Don’t give me nice. Nice is for a cake, or a view, or grannies talking about knitting.”
I was out of my depth and sinking fast.
“I think you look very y. Yes, y. I liked seeing you in your workout gear.” There I had said it and waited for the consequences.
Nothing happened, and I wondered if I was dreaming and unconscious after falling off the steps. Looking down, the towel had slipped a little further, and the two enticing triangles of pale flesh were glowing at me. Kelly was smiling up at me, staring directly into my eyes. Kelly pushed her hand deeply up my shorts, and I felt her fingers brush my cock. I jumped at her touch, and the steps wobbled precariously.
“You had better get down before you fall and spoil things,” Kelly said as she withdrew her hand and allowed me to return to the ground.
I picked up the steps and held them in front of me, hiding the bulge in my shorts as best as I could. Kelly took a few steps backwards away from me, smiling the whole time. She stopped when her legs bumped into her bed. I found myself staring and frozen to the spot as she unwrapped the towel and held it out behind her like a cape. She had the best figure I had ever seen up close and naked. Her breasts were firm and so pert, her flattoned stomach sat above her completely bald, coinslot pussy, and her legs were, were, I was lost for words.
She had defined tan lines on her breasts and a triangle where her pubes should be. My cock was straining against my shorts, and I wanted her more than words can describe.
“Are you going to stand and stare, or are you going to fuck me like the horny devil I hope you are?”
The steps clattered to the floor in front of me as I pulled my tee shirt over my head. My shorts were on the floor seconds later, and I walked towards her with my cock bobbing in front of me. I’ve only slept with three women before but have been quite adventurous. I’ve done doggy and missionary, and sometimes SallyAnne would go on top or ride me. I learnt how to lick a pussy from my second girlfriend, though she never sucked me. I like to think I’m reasonably experienced. I’m also happy with my cock; it is not very thick, but it is almost eight inches when hard. It is rockhard right now.
Kelly was sitting on the edge of the bed as I approached. She grabbed my cock with both hands and pulled it into her mouth. The feeling was intense. She was sucking and licking while wanking, and I thought I would never last. She let go and sprawled back on the bed. I went to lick her amazingly beautiful pussy but she pulled me up towards her. Before I had a chance to kiss her, Kelly was guiding my cock into her and lifting her hips up.
“Fuck me. Fuck me quickly.” That was all she said.
I began thrusting as fast and hard as I could. Kelly wrapped her legs around my waist, and I felt them squeeze me so tightly. Her hands gripped my bum, and she yanked me hard against her in time to my thrusting. Looking down, her breasts were quivering in time to our movements; they were the firmest breasts I had ever seen. Kelly’s hands moved further down until I felt a finger slide across my most private place. It made me jump. I was shocked; no one had ever touched me there.
I watched Kelly bring a finger to her mouth and suckle it for a second before she reached down again. The finger circled around, then pressed firmly against my ass, her saliva lubricating its way. I cannot explain what happened in the next few seconds, but I came so fast and so completely. Kelly held her finger still, and I collapsed on top of her. My cock was still as hard as before but had become super sensitive to the slightest movement. I went to withdraw myself, but the finger along with those legs clamped around me meant I could not move.
“Oh no, we’re not finished yet,” Kelly said, and I could see her smiling.
I felt muscles contracting and moving; it felt as though Kelly’s pussy was massaging my cock on its own. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. Kelly was tighter than any girlfriend I had known. Her finger began thrusting in my ass like a tiny cock. I was secretly thrilled, though I had never had gay thoughts before. I was sad when the finger was withdrawn but excited when Kelly sucked it and replaced it in my ass again. Her hands urged me to resume , and I resumed but slower than before.
I could hear squelching and guessed my cum was leaking out around my cock as we began again. It seemed crude to think it; we were , where all my previous experience was making love. I leaned on my elbows to awkwardly free my hands to grip and feel her tits; her nipples reacted and stood proud like a pair of juicy raspberries. I ached to taste them, but they were too far from my mouth. Kelly lifted her head towards me, and we kissed. No, she consumed me. Her mouth was clamped over mine while her tongue explored my mouth. I tried to respond, thrilled at her touch.
We fucked like that for a while, Kelly’s mouth devouring me, and my cock impaled inside her with her finger urging me on. I could feel my second orgasm building and tried to slow down and delay the inevitable, but Kelly began pulling me ever faster against her. The tingles spread down my spine, and try as I might, I came again, pumping more cum inside Kelly. She held me as tightly as before, but this time I could feel my cock slowly shrinking.
“Thank you; that was amazing,” I said, breathing heavily. I could feel my heart banging in my chest.
“You’re not finished yet. A gentleman should always let a lady cum first. You owe me now.”
Kelly removed her finger, unlocked her legs, and pushed me down the bed. I somehow knew she meant for me to perform oral , but I had only ever done it before , as part of foreplay. I was staring at her pussy, just inches in front of my face. She had the neatest one I had seen, even in magazines, though it also had my cum running out of it. I felt hands on the back of my head as they pulled me tightly against her. Pure lust took over, and I began licking and sucking with a frenzy. I used my fingers to tease her open and stared for a moment at the hidden beauty of her shimmering clit. I licked and sucked and probed, and Kelly urged me on with guidance and approving murmurs. It took longer than I expected for Kelly to shudder into a prolonged orgasm. She pushed me away, and I knelt between her legs and drank in the sight of her perfect body convulsing and sweating.
I was surprised to look down and see my cock already hard again and gave it a few strokes while enjoying the view. I wanted to fuck her again and was overjoyed when Kelly parted her legs and allowed me back inside. Kelly pulled me close, and we kissed again, her tongue exploring again. I propped myself on my arms to watch my cock sliding in and out, shiny in our juices. The sight was such a huge turnon for me; the whole experience was a massive turnon.
“Do you like to watch?”
Kelly’s question surprised me, and before I could answer, she had rolled me onto my back. Kelly kneeled over me, and I watched her guide my cock into her pussy. She rode me for a while, rocking her pelvis as she rose and fell. I stared at her body, her breasts bouncing, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat. I could see my cock lodged inside the most beautiful and tight pussy I had ever known. I was sad when Kelly very slowly lifted herself free and turned around to face away from me. I was not expecting what came next. Kelly held my slimy cock, and I watched in amazement as she lowered her pink ass onto it.
The feeling was totally unexpected, so different from her pussy, and yet so utterly thrilling and tight. Kelly went much slower, lifting until I was almost out of her, and then sinking down to grind against me. I was glad of the slow pace. I was in danger of cumming very quickly at the unexpected experience. Kelly bent forward, and I just stared at her ass sucking my cock in and out. I had heard people boast about doing anal but never knew it could be this intense. Kelly lifted clear again, and I assumed our fun was over until she turned around and smiled at me as she sank her mouth over my cock.
The thought of it was just so horny. I had very rarely ever had a girlfriend suck me, and this was another level. Kelly was wanking me at the same time. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feelings. I felt her cup my balls, which did not do anything for me until I felt her hand moving back towards my ass again. As her finger pressed my opening, without entering, I came again. I doubted there would be much cum, but it felt amazing just the same.
I waited for the recriminations and spitting, but Kelly seemed to invite it, to relish in it even as she swallowed. I had learnt early on to not cum in a girl’s mouth; they never liked it, and it never ended well. This was the icing on the cake for me. Kelly would never be just Andy’s mum again to me. She would remain the most exciting ual partner I had ever known.
I felt embarrassed and awkward when Kelly finally stood up, staring again at her perfect body. I started thanking her over and over until she brought me back to reality and said I needed to get going as Andy was due back soon. I dressed quickly and drove away, hoping to repeat the afternoon as often as possible. Knowing I needed to see her soon.
