So my best friends mom is finally divorced from her cheating arse of a husband, I have grown up with their daughter since I moved into the street when I was 5; we became friends quickly and did everything together, fast forward to me being a teenager and crushing on her mom.

It was a running joke that I always gave her mom a hug before her, her mom is not a supermodel, she rocks a pudgy tummy, slightly overweight, but it is her personality and attitude that drew me to her. She always wore some leather, it could be trousers or boots or jackets but she always had to have her leathers.

So they got divorced last year, Anne (the mom) is now 60 but still has the same spark that gave me some raging hard-ons and intense dreams from when I was a teen.

So I knew that she was on her own as my mate is away with work, so no one would be dropping in on her; I took a chance to fulfil my childhood fantasy.

I showed up at Anne's a fortnight ago on the Saturday on the pre-text of making sure she was ok and if she needed any help or things done around the house.

Anne thanked me and I gave her a hug that was just a little bit more than friendly, she did not comment and just leaned in a bit before I pulled away.

So I got on with some of the bits she needed doing and I stopped and had a drink she made me, Anne asked if I could help carry down the boxes of her ex's stuff and put them in the garage. I said sure and she took my arm and led me to the room holding his stuff and giving me a playful slap on the bum told me to get to it whilst she tidied up her room.

I instantly felt turned on when she slapped my bum and just said "naughty woman" to which she smirked and said "yep" and winked as she walked off.

I quickly got the boxes shifted and plucking up the courage I knocked on her bedroom door, manners after-all and I heard her say come in.

She was sat on the end of her bed, a few tears coming down her cheeks and I sat by her and asked what was wrong.
She told me how lonely she now was and how she needed someone in her life, with her daughter away with work and her own family to look after she did not come round as much. She said how much she needed a man, how she had not felt love in a while.

I knew she was talking to me because she knows me as one of the family, but as I put my arm around her and pulled her close she leaned in and asked if anyone could love her at her age.

I said I would, she looked up at that and I leaned down and captured her lips, putting as much into it as I could.

Her response blew me away as I was shoved back on to the bed; I got to spend the night with my teenage wet dream crush and it was so much better than I could possibly imagine; we fucked and screwed all night and I fell asleep with her in my arms.

I spent every night there for over a week, as I helped do the housework and chores whilst she got ready for the night; I got to explore her leather collection and even indulged in a bit of bondage ( I liked being tied to bed)

So my confession is that I am having a great time with a wonderful woman, but her daughter can never know.