The ti(m)e I took a chance and (f)ucked my mom's friend | 2016

When I graduated college in 2003 with a government degree, I quickly found it was very difficult to land a job. After months of mailing applications to D.C. and various other state capital cities, I eventually relented and moved back to my hometown to weigh my options.

Having grown up in a small town, I had more connections at hand, and through this network, landed a job in the town's zoning department. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind -- enforcing often mundane zoning codes -- but it afforded me experience, a salary, a government vehicle, and the autonomy to drive around town snuffing out zoning violators.

My typical work day included a lot of driving and listening to the radio. I'd motor around exploring the area, basically just wasting time (your tax money at work!). Being a horny 22-year-old, my mind would often wander, compiling a list of girls I knew from high school who might still be around town. Unfortunately, most had left years ago, only returning for holiday family visits. Most days, I was bored. And single.

Cindy was my mom's friend. Maybe a few years younger than my mother, she was at least 20-years older than me. Married, with children, I knew where she lived. I had always thought she was sexy, but obviously had never mentioned my developing crush to anyone. It was a case of unrequited puppy love.

Average height, nice tits, olive skin, medium-length brown hair, Cindy was sultry. I grew up around her and, over the years, saw her enough to know that she was a little frisky. She had never flirted with me personally, because I was just a kid at the time, and she was married. But I had seen her at adult gatherings before, with enough wine in her, to notice that she got handsy and friendly with other husbands. I was only a high school teenager at that time, but I noticed her. Her flirtations were hot just to observe. I masturbated to her often.

One day, while driving around in my work-issued vehicle, I got bored and brave enough to stop by Cindy's house unexpectedly. It had been several years since I had seen her, and I was curious to know what she looked like (this was pre-facebook days). I wanted to update my spank bank. I pulled into her driveway, got out, and knocked on her door.

When she opened the door, she smiled and gave me a hug. She looked awesome. She had put on a little weight, but it seemed to make her tits bigger. She was still very tan, and her freckles on her chest, peeking through her blouse, looked so inviting. Behind her, inside the house, I could see a collection of people (maybe five or six, including some small children). I did not recognize them. I told Cindy I was stopping by because I received a complaint that her neighbors were raising chickens in a residential area (this was a lie -- just my excuse for showing up on her doorstep). She responded that she hadn't noticed any chickens.

Fumbling and being ill-prepared and a little shell-shocked at how sexy she was, I scrambled for a segue. I told her that I noticed she was busy, and she replied that, yes, she did have company, but that it was great to see me. "Come back by soon," she said. I nodded. Then, almost as if in passing, she says to me, "You know, Steve and I are getting divorced." I swallowed hard, looked down at my feet. It took what seemed like a minute to process this. I replied, "I'm sorry to hear that." She chuckled. "It's for the best." At this point, I had an idea. I reached for my back pocket, pulled out my wallet, and gave Cindy my business card. "Call me," I told her. "Call me when you don't have company over and we'll get lunch." She smiled and said she'd like that.

One day passed, and every ring of the phone rushed adrenaline throughout me. None of the calls were Cindy. The next day, still thinking about her, it was around 10 a.m. when my phone rang. It was her.

"Are you busy today?" she asked. I wasn't. I never was. "Let's get lunch," I said into the phone, nervous at being too presumptuous. All I wanted to do was fuck her, but I had very little reason to think she wanted the same. "How about you just come over to my house?" she proposed. I quickly agreed and drove straight there.

In the 15 minutes it took to make that drive, I got hard as a rock. "Are we going to fuck?" I wondered to myself. "What is going on here?" "Is this a date?" "Am I reading too much into this?" "Am I over thinking?" Meanwhile, my heart is racing.

I pull in to the driveway, and I can see her standing in the door. She has on a flowery red and gold sundress. Her legs are golden and look amazing. She dressed up for me. She opens the door before I even reach the stoop. I smile. She smiles. I instinctively say, without even thinking about the repercussions, "Cindy, you look incredible." She invites me in with a hug. I wonder if I should have said that.

Upon walking inside, I notice photos decorating tables and walls. I see family shots. Her kids have grown. They are all high school age. The oldest is in college. I remember them younger. She still has family pictures displayed. I see her husband Steve in the photos. Cindy asks if I'd like something to drink. She is ahead of me, walking toward the kitchen. Her ass fills out her dress. I can see it bounce. I get hard as fuck.

I sit down on the sofa and Cindy sits next to me, puts down a glass of lemonade on the coffee table. We chat. Small talk. We are definitely flirting. She smells good. I get brave and tell her so. She plays it off. I ask if she's dating. She laughs. "Are you flirting with me?" she asks. "I flirt with every single girl I know," I say. "I'm not officially single yet," she responds. I shake my head and chuckle. The cat has my tongue. I don't really know what to say next.

"Why did you stop by Monday?" Cindy asks. "Does anyone know you are here right now?" "No," I say. "No one keeps track of me and I haven't said anything to anyone." Like magnets, reflexively, we gravitate closer to each other on the sofa. Our hips are touching, we are seated side-by-side. I'm looking directly in her eyes. "You have grown up," she remarks. "I almost didn't recognize you the other day." I nervously chuckle. Fidget on the couch. I'm nervous. Cindy places her hand on mine. "I didn't invite you over for lunch," she says to me. "I invited you over to fuck me."

I am paralyzed with lust. Cindy puts her hand on my knee and starts to kiss me. We are making out immediately. Tongues tangling. My cock is raging hard under my pants. I pull her on top of me, her legs are bent at the knees and she is straddling my cock. I grasp at her tits, and take both of them with each of my hands, fondling over her dress. She moans when I start to kiss and suck on her neck. She begins to grind on my dick, which is still under my pants.

I push Cindy off of me to my right, where she falls perfectly onto the end of the sofa. We are breathing heavily. The lust in the air is thick. I look directly at her. "I want to eat your pussy," I say, because I did. I've wanted to for years.

I get on my knees and dive between her legs, kissing her inner thighs. Cindy arches her back and I reach beneath her ass and grab the waist band of her panties. She has on a red lace thong. Fuck, it is so hot. I pull it off and immediately start licking her clit, right there in her living room, on the sofa. "Ohhh fuck, yes," she moans, a light whispery moan at first. "Mmmm, oh, oh, ahhh." I'm buried deep in her pussy, shaking my whole face in it, kissing it, licking it. I reach under her ass with both hands and raise her up a bit, then plunge my face deeper, eventually working my way down to lick and tongue fuck her asshole while my nose is in her pussy. I have her wetness, her cum, all over my face.

"Ohhh, fuck! Ohh, fuck! I'm, I'm, I'm cumming," Cindy moans, her volume increased now. She's grinding her pussy into my face. I'm licking, kissing, straight up inhaling her. I have both hands clutching her ass cheeks, while she shakes her entire pussy over my face. I don't want to let her go. I can feel her cum dribble down my chin.

I lean back, stand up and quickly lose my shoes and pants. Cindy pulls her dress over her head. She was wearing no bra and is now fully naked. She looks incredibly hot. My cock is standing straight up.

Cindy takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to her bedroom. There, in the closet, to my right, I see men's dress shirts and suit jackets hanging neatly. In front of me I see a fucking sex pot of a woman, with cum dripping down her leg.

Cindy climbs on the bed as I take off my shirt. "Do you want to get fucked?" I ask her. "Is that what you want? You want to get fucked today. You want this fat, throbbing cock inside you?" She nods and moans out a yes. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard, baby. Make me cum again," she says.

"When's the last time you had 20-year-old cock?" I ask her, and I climb on top of her and slide inside her saturated pussy. "You like this young, stiff, hard cock? Is this what you wanted? Are you gonna cum for me today? Cum on this hard, young cock?" I'm pumping deep inside her as I talk, making sure to look directly in her eyes. She looks so fucking sexy. This is even better than I ever imagined when I would fantasize about fucking her. Her passion is written all over her flushed, rosy face.

The bed is squeaking and the headboard bouncing into the wall with every thrust, as I pound myself as deeply as I possibly can inside her. "Ohh fuck, baby. Fuck me hard," Cindy moans. I grab her legs and drape them over my shoulders. I can thrust even deeper now, and the wetness of her pussy suctions around my cock. She is so fucking wet that I can hear it. With every thrust of my hips, our skin smacks. I lean over to kiss her while my cock drives deep inside her. Face-to-face, the tips of our noses touching, I brush the hair off her brow while continuing to fuck her. I'm getting close. She's begging.

"Ohh fuck, baby. Don't fucking stop," she pleads. "I'm going to cum again." "Oh fuck," I say as my toes curl and my heart races. "Cum inside me," she demands. "Fill me up." Her words finish me. "Ohhhh, fuckkkk," I moan as I shoot several blasts of cum inside Cindy's soaked pussy. My body is tense and warm, my scalp tingly as I explode. I want to empty everything I have inside her.

We kiss. I'm still on top of her. We hold each other, our naked bodies pressed together. We gaze at each other, smile, kiss again. "You are amazing," I tell her. "You can't tell your mother," she says to me. That makes me chuckle. "Cindy, this is just you and me. No one else." She smiles and kisses me.