Straight Male / 38
Fucked My Moms Best Friend
My mom asked me to drive her friend home, she had been invited over for boxing day but mom couldn't driver her home as she had too much to drink, one phone call to me and a guilt trip later and I am driving to moms to picker her friend up.
I cant say I gave up much that night, sat alone in my small apartment with the tv and some left overs from xmas meal.
I pulled up and honked the horn, a couple of minutes later Joan got in the passenger seat and off we went, it was a 30min drive so we filled it with familiar chatter.
I'd known Joan since my late teens, she lost her husband 5 years ago and had been on her own since, a quite job and a large group of friends kept her occupied.
For nearly 70 yrs old, she had aged well, rocking a bubbly figure, dark hair that was short but curled and a filthy laugh.
The weather was turning nasty with it really hammering down and I had to go slower to be safe so we were still chatting as we got nearer to hers, Joan said how grateful she was that my mom had invited her over, she hated xmas holidays alone.
I sympathised and could relate with the loneliness, having been single way too long, which turned the chat in a whole other direction.
It was a bit of harmless jokey fun, she joke flirted and we laughed.
Joan wondered why such a sweet guy like me could be single, and as I got to the small town she lived in she asked me in for a coffee before driving home.
I didn't get the hint and after running to the porch we went in, she asked me to sit in the living room whilst she made coffee.
I was looking around the room, I hadn't been here in years except the odd time I picked my mom up but I stayed in the car on those times.
Joan came back in with the coffees having slipped off her heavy coat to reveal a red, sequin dress with a low cut bust and lacy trim, that had me trying not to give her a good look over.
She sat right next to me on the small couch, the coffee was good and helped wake me up, chattering continued and she moaned a bit about how lonely the place was, she wasnt looking forward to another night on her own.
I could only sympathise, when she asked me what I thought of her party dress, I managed to stammer through how nice she looked, she smiled and as I was complimenting her, her hand slid over my crotch and squeezed.
I leapt off the couch, blushing and saying that she was a friend, someone I had known for years, my moms friend.
She stood up getting in front of me and pointed out I had come in for coffee, you know coffee, as in come in and fuck me.
It got a bit more aggressive, with her shoving me back on the couch, her following me down and sitting on my lap, she began to grind her plump ass on my crotch. I tried to shove her off, but she just kept her full weight on my lap, saying how good it felt to have a mans cock under her again, saying I could fuck her so good, how she would drain every drop from my cock.
I cant say the moment I gave in to it, but soon I had my hands squeezing her tits, then sliding to her waist then we were moving, up the stairs to her bedroom, her dress on the floor, my clothes following till I was sat on the edge of her bed, nude watching her bob up and down as she sucked me till I nearly blew my load.
Her pussy wasnt tight, but it still felt good, as I pumped my lubed cock into her bareback, she was scratching at my back as she moaned, her body quivering as she came before I spilled my load in her.
We fucked once more that night, and again this morning, with the agreement that I would go back over for new years.
I felt both a mixture of weirdness at having fucked my moms friend and horniness at wanting to do it again, I had a phone call from my mom saying how grateful she was that I took Joan home.
I cant say I gave up much that night, sat alone in my small apartment with the tv and some left overs from xmas meal.
I pulled up and honked the horn, a couple of minutes later Joan got in the passenger seat and off we went, it was a 30min drive so we filled it with familiar chatter.
I'd known Joan since my late teens, she lost her husband 5 years ago and had been on her own since, a quite job and a large group of friends kept her occupied.
For nearly 70 yrs old, she had aged well, rocking a bubbly figure, dark hair that was short but curled and a filthy laugh.
The weather was turning nasty with it really hammering down and I had to go slower to be safe so we were still chatting as we got nearer to hers, Joan said how grateful she was that my mom had invited her over, she hated xmas holidays alone.
I sympathised and could relate with the loneliness, having been single way too long, which turned the chat in a whole other direction.
It was a bit of harmless jokey fun, she joke flirted and we laughed.
Joan wondered why such a sweet guy like me could be single, and as I got to the small town she lived in she asked me in for a coffee before driving home.
I didn't get the hint and after running to the porch we went in, she asked me to sit in the living room whilst she made coffee.
I was looking around the room, I hadn't been here in years except the odd time I picked my mom up but I stayed in the car on those times.
Joan came back in with the coffees having slipped off her heavy coat to reveal a red, sequin dress with a low cut bust and lacy trim, that had me trying not to give her a good look over.
She sat right next to me on the small couch, the coffee was good and helped wake me up, chattering continued and she moaned a bit about how lonely the place was, she wasnt looking forward to another night on her own.
I could only sympathise, when she asked me what I thought of her party dress, I managed to stammer through how nice she looked, she smiled and as I was complimenting her, her hand slid over my crotch and squeezed.
I leapt off the couch, blushing and saying that she was a friend, someone I had known for years, my moms friend.
She stood up getting in front of me and pointed out I had come in for coffee, you know coffee, as in come in and fuck me.
It got a bit more aggressive, with her shoving me back on the couch, her following me down and sitting on my lap, she began to grind her plump ass on my crotch. I tried to shove her off, but she just kept her full weight on my lap, saying how good it felt to have a mans cock under her again, saying I could fuck her so good, how she would drain every drop from my cock.
I cant say the moment I gave in to it, but soon I had my hands squeezing her tits, then sliding to her waist then we were moving, up the stairs to her bedroom, her dress on the floor, my clothes following till I was sat on the edge of her bed, nude watching her bob up and down as she sucked me till I nearly blew my load.
Her pussy wasnt tight, but it still felt good, as I pumped my lubed cock into her bareback, she was scratching at my back as she moaned, her body quivering as she came before I spilled my load in her.
We fucked once more that night, and again this morning, with the agreement that I would go back over for new years.
I felt both a mixture of weirdness at having fucked my moms friend and horniness at wanting to do it again, I had a phone call from my mom saying how grateful she was that I took Joan home.
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