Mom’s best friend had the wisdom of age, and was one hot mama

March 2012

In this Issue:

• The youth begged her to be his first, but she couldn’t. Could she?
• His wife gives a young man a sexy wedding present he won’t forget
• He always did laundry on Mondays, but now he does her as well
• Chess was all very well, but he had another game in mind
• She visits her daughter at college and learns a few things herself
• She enters a “camel toe” contest and gets a couple of humps
• The doctor was in—all the way in. So were these two young guys
• She was a faithful and loving wife, until she became a biker bitch
• Auction Block
• Close Call
• Mom’s best friend had the wisdom of age, and was one hot mama
• What If?
• And to think, she hadn’t wanted to attend that party in the first place!
• She could just continue reading by the pool—or she could step out
• As with many service businesses, his best earnings come in tips
• Her daughter’s live-in boyfriend turned out to be quite a guy
• Stuck in a nasty funk, he found the best cure known to science
• When she ran into him in the mall parking lot, she just couldn’t resist
• You could see it as an act of mercy, nursing a friend back to life
• Doing his best bud “a very big favor” brought his own fantasy to life
• She’d held out against this radical notion of not wearing panties
• Girl Meets Girl
• SHE LETS HER HUSBAND HAVE HIS FUN AS LONG AS SHE CAN WATCH
• SHE SAID SHE’D BE FAITHFUL ON THIS TRIP, AND SHE WAS—SORT OF
• MEN DON’T GET THAT BIG, SHE SAID, BUT SHE FOUND OUT DIFFERENTLY
• SHE’D ONLY BEEN WITH ONE MAN, BUT SHE SOON MADE UP FOR THAT

Three years ago I caught my wife in bed with a guy she worked with. After punch­ing him in the face, I packed my shit and went to my mom’s, but she wasn’t home, so I called her best friend Gwen, who told me to stay with her till Mom got back from vaca­tion. She said she’d love the company. (She’s a widow.)

It was nearly midnight, and Gwen greeted me at the door wearing a thin robe and not much else. I felt the kiss was a little longer than normal. I followed her to the kitchen and she got me a drink while we talked. When she leaned over, the robe gapped at the top, allowing me a full view of her tits. I had an immediate hard-on. When Gwen bent down to put some pots away, the bottom of the robe “accidentally” caught in the cabinet door. As she stood up, the robe was pulled open, exposing her 49-year-old body. Since she had a bottle of brandy in one hand and a pan in the other, she couldn’t close it until she sat the items down.

I couldn’t stop staring. As she reclosed her robe, she blushed and said she was really embarrassed. I told her not to be, saying I sure liked what I saw. She got even more embarrassed and hastily resecured her robe and went up to bed. I want­ed to follow her to her room but thought better of it and retreated to the spare room, where I jerked off thinking about her body, twice.

The next morning I told Gwen I was going to see my lawyer and look around for apartments and I’d be back around five or six. She suggested we celebrate my freedom by going out to din­ner—if I didn’t mind being seen with someone her age. I said I would be honored.

When I returned to Gwen’s that evening, she was in her room getting ready. I told her I was there and was going to shower and change. I finished before her, and when she walked down the stairs I was blown away. She wore a white silk blouse, with the top two buttons undone to show ample cleavage, and a very short, very tight black miniskirt. As she walked down the stairs in heels, the skirt rose above the tops of her black stockings, and my cock throbbed, ready to burst. I had to remind my­self she was 49. Man, she was hot from head to toe!

As I held the car door open, Gwen spread her shapely legs to get in, and I saw her stocking tops and garters and her sheer panty crotch with her pubic hair flattened by the tight fabric. After dinner the car action got even hotter. I’d parked in a distant spot in the lot, and I took it as an opportunity to give Gwen a deep kiss. I was happy when she kissed me back, and while we kissed I unbuttoned her remaining blouse buttons, reached in and unhooked her bra. With her tits now free I sucked one erect nipple, then shifted to the other, while her hand found my hard-on in my pants.

I let go of her tit and put my hand on her stocking-clad thigh, moving it up her shapely leg to her silk-covered crotch. I reached up and took hold of the elastic crotch of her panties and yanked them down her legs. Once she kicked them free, I set her on the seat of the car and spread her legs, then buried my face between her thighs. She moaned ecstatically. I sucked and licked her to climax, then mounted her and thrust in her like a man possessed. I held back as long as I could, until she came again. Then I pushed in deep and I came.

We returned to Gwen’s place and went right to bed, where we had more sex, and continued all weekend. When my mother returned, she was upset about my marital situation and my staying with Gwen, but she learned to accept.

Gwen and I have sex at least twice a day, all over her house. She always wears lingerie, stockings and garters for me. We’ve had sex outdoors, in cars, wherever. One of our best encounters happened in a movie thea­ter ten minutes after the film started. We were in a back row, and Gwen lifted her summer dress, lowered ­herself on my cock facing forward and rode me till I came in her.

I worried that she might still be able to get pregnant, but she hasn’t so far.

—G.N., San Francisco, California