Spending the weekend at my ex-gf’s mother’s house. [MF] [Milf] [Long]

Long time lurker, first time poster, unfortunately I cannot post this story from my main account as no one except for my best friend knows the details of this story. Please pardon my grammar and typos as English is not my first language and I took great care in not leaving any relevant details.

To give you some context regarding me, I used to be overweight and I would rather spend my time playing video games and watching videos on youtube than playing football and going to the gym, which lead to me having a self confidence level of the sinking Titanic. Everything changed when at the age of 15 I met a guy who is now my best friend – let’s call him Brian. Brian was the guy everyone liked, handsome, smart, and friendly to everyone who was willing to talk to him. After we started talking, he ended up convincing me to join the gym with him. Fast forward 6 years, I am now 186cm tall, well built guy, hazel/brown eyes, but I still have issues with acne scars around my torso and chin/neck area even though it has severely improved since I joined the gym.

This all took place about in April this year, so my memory is still fresh, but some details might slip up, feel free to ask or point it out! I have been in a relationship with my ex-girlfriend for 7 months, we hit it off at a fresher’s week party at my university, and took each other’s numbers by the end of the night. What followed was a week of non-stop texting, sexting, and exchange of pictures, and one thing lead to another. Let’s call her Lynda – Lynda was 160 cms tall, short blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders, and one of the nicest set of breasts I have ever seen – while her bra size was 32D I’d say they were closer to C cups. They were soft, yet firm which resulted in her going braless most of the time, unless she was going to the gym, or for a class. We have been close, but not close enough to move in together mainly because we studied at different universities, and very different subjects – while I took up financial software engineering, she was studying pharmacy, which was the same course Brian attended.

Everything was going well until me and Lynda both started preparing for our end of year exams. We had grown distant, even though we would chat and send pictures to each other daily. I started to feel this more than she did so I suggested that we could go to her mother’s place for the weekend, so she could finally introduce me to her mother, and so that we could catch a break in the nature from studying.

Lynda’s mother lives around 50 minutes from Lynda’s place, so on a Friday afternoon myself and Lynda decided to take a train ride, during which I did my best to not start making out with her in front of everyone around, while she just teased me with her index finger scratching the outer side of my right thigh. “This has to be the slowest time has ever passed” I thought to myself as we were just one train stop short of our destination. I had later found out I was so very wrong about that statement.

We took a short walk to Lynda’s mother’s place, and before ringing the bell Lynda just told me “Don’t be shy, she’ll like you, just don’t mention my dad and you will be fine” as she kissed me. I was in for a surprise, as the bell rung and no longer than 10 seconds later a gorgeous woman opened the door with a beautiful smile. I have always had a thing for older women (until this point only in my dreams and fantasies), but as I took a short look at Lynda’s mother I stood there breathless and in a complete loss of all my senses. She was about 175cms tall, brown hair that reached her waist, glowing green eyes, a black dress wrapped around her hips, and a smile that would disarm any man brave enough to set a foot at her doorstep. “You must be #####, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Lynda has told me so many wonderful things about you” she said as she came closer for a hug. I could feel her breasts pushing against my own chest wrapped in a grey V-neck t-shirt, while I did my best to estimate a placement of my right hand so that things wouldn’t get awkward. The three of us went inside, talked for about an hour while Lynda’s mother prepared dinner turned face away from us, which let my eyes feast on another amazing sight – her thick worked out ass. I forced my eyes away after about half a second so that Lynda wouldn’t get weirded out. The evening went on smoothly as the three of us had dinner outside and watched an episode of Suits before heading to bed.

I will skip forward to Saturday evening as nothing relevant to this story happened in the meantime, other than me and Lynda’s mom catching short peeks at each other. Lynda read a message on her phone and started to freak out. “I have to go back to the city asap, my exam timetable got moved a week ahead” she said, which sounded strange, but I took her word for it. I told her I would come with her, but she insisted I stay for the dinner with her mom and go by a train the next day. I silently nodded, and I gave Lynda last kiss, before she put her books into her backpack and left.

I told Lynda’s mother I’d go upstairs and change before the dinner, not because I wanted to really change my clothes, but because I wanted to message Brian to find out how the hell can an exam timetable get moved forward. He replied within seconds “There aren’t any changes I am aware of. But Lynda messaged me if I want to do some group studying with her tonight, since she has nothing to do.”. As I finished reading the sentence, my heart hit the floor, not only did I know my gf was lying to me, but I had my suspicions that she would attempt to cheat on me with Brian. So, I told him the whole story, and he just messaged me he will call the evening off, to which I replied “No. Do whatever you want as if I didn’t exist. If she hits on you, she is all yours”. I have been cheated before, but I just couldn’t keep my calm, so I took an ice cold shower, sprayed some cologne, and put on a clean button down shirt, and my shorts.

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I couldn’t believe my eyes as I’ve reached the bottom of the stairs. Lynda’s mother (let’s just call her Diana to ease things up from this point on) was sitting at the head of the table in a blue dress that showed an untasteful amount of cleavage. Red flags kept popping up as I noticed she put on makeup to cover her wrinkles and the lights were dimmed, which felt very strange for a dinner with her daughter’s bf. We finished the salmon she made and continued with small talk. I like to think to myself that I am good at hiding my emotions, but I was obviously off my game on that evening as Diana asked me what’s wrong. I told her I messaged my friend who attends the same course as her daughter and that there were no changes to the timetable. Instead of a “I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding” kind of excuse I would expect Diana to give me, she just sat there in silence looking at me. After a few seconds, she got off from her chair revealing that the dress only reached halfway to her knees as she walked towards me and stepped behind my chair. I could feel her soft hands and long nails wander around my shoulders. “In that case, we better make the best out of your time here, shouldn’t we?” she seductively whispered into my ear. I was taken by surprise, in the span of an hour not only did my gf lie to me and attempt to most likely cheat on me, but her bombshell mother also made a move on me, and I had no idea what to do. I could smell her perfume so sweet and sharp, intoxicating me with every breath, as she lowered her head to the level of my collar bone, planted a short kiss on my neck and whispered “No one has to know ” was the only thing she said.

I kept flexing my thighs as hard as I could in an attempt not to get fully erect. I pardoned myself as I said I need to use the bathroom in the most blatant attempt of a prey to escape from the apex predator that was Diana.

I went upstairs into Lynda’s room, closed the door and I wanted to smash my head against the wall. Not only might I lose my gf, but I also denied myself an opportunity with a gorgeous older woman that was obviously interested in me. My heart began racing as I checked my phone vibrate. It was Brian, sending me a screenshot of his conversation with Lynda in which she “accidentally” sent him a picture of her in just lingerie, saying she wanted to send a picture from a textbook. I wanted to burst into tears as I really had no idea what to do. Luckily, when you feel the most hopeless, a signal sometimes arrives to keep you from drowning.

Diana knocked on my door. She opened the door halfway, and she apologized for her behavior explaining she didn’t have sex since she got divorced. I said it was fine and that I took it as a compliment that a woman of her beauty would be interested in me. We both blushed and she just softly smiled and bit her lip. There was no resisting that smile. She just said “If you change your mind, let me know” as she walked away, leaving the door open letting me gaze at her booty and thick thighs.

I checked if I had any condoms left from the previous night with Lynda, but there were none. I kept trying to reason myself out of the mess I have gotten myself into, but it was too late to turn around. I took off everything except for my dark blue boxer briefs and I slowly walked towards Diana’s bedroom. As I opened I was stunned and couldn’t help but stare. Diana was lying on her bed in red lace lingerie, that was see-through in all the right places. To top it off she had black stockings and a black garter belt, and a pair of “nerdy” glasses.

As I was staring at her lying on her queen-sized bed she tried to get up, to which I gestured her to stop. She stopped while being on top of the bed on her knees. “If you want to feel me inside of you, you will obey every order I will give you” I’ve said in a deeper voice. I could see the goosebumps on her skin and her nipples perking out of the red lingerie as she nodded and just said “yes I will”. I slowly walked towards her and as her left hand reached out, I pushed it away, holding the palm of her right hand down with the palm of my left hand, while she was still on her knees. I started exhaling short warm breaths on the right side of her neck as my left hand started to softly scratch its way up to her shoulder, slowly reaching for one of her breasts, barely grabbing it whole in the palm of my rather large hand. It felt like Lynda’s, except less firm and larger in size. As I gave her right boob a good tough squeeze I started to slowly bite into her neck while toying with her nipple through her bra. “Turn around” is all I had to say for her to act.

As she turned around, still on her knees, I finally got a full sight of her worked out ass in just the see-through panties. I used my left hand to keep her mouth shut, while I whispered “I want you to give me everything tonight, to please me better than any other woman in the world ever could. If you can do that, your reward will be worth the time. Is that clear?” To which she just unrecognizably muttered into my hand. My right hand started to explore the rest of her body, making its way around her tits that were very firm given their size and Diana’s age. After giving some attention to her chest I moved my hand downwards towards her panties, which I pushed aside and started to look for her clit. I could feel her moaning already so I stopped, and instead scratched the inside of her thighs as I took my left hand off her mouth. “All I want to hear from you in the next ten minutes is how much you are enjoying the treatment I will give you, without saying a word” to which she just nodded.

I quickly pushed her panties to the side again, as I used two fingers to massage her clit, and the other to grab that fantastic ass. After a while I could feel her moans intensify to which I responded by turning her on her back and using my tongue to tease her clit in a circular motion. As I could feel her thighs grip onto my ears I started inserting fingers into her pussy, at first only one, very slowly, but then adding another one, and noticeably intensifying the speed at which I fingered her. I could feel her pussy pulse and get wetter by the moment, she might have not been as tight as some other girls I have experienced, but she knew how to show her pleasure like no other. Suddenly she started moaning very loud and pushing my head deeper between her legs and I flicked my tongue as much as I could. I could feel her thighs tightening to the point of no return and as she was attempting to raise herself up using her legs, I grabbed her ass, raised her slightly upwards and started tongue-fucking her like it was the last thing I would do. I felt her collapse down on the bed and her sweet juices started pouring onto my tongue. She tasted very sweet and intense, just like the perfume she put on.

I stood up in front of the bed with my 18cm cock already rock hard and reaching out of my boxer briefs. She just stared at it and asked to give her a minute to which I, drunk with her sexual energy responded “did I allow you to speak? Get on your knees in front of me and do what you are best at”. She just smiled, but not like before, this was a smile of a woman with more than 20 years of experience being ordered around like a slut, and she loved every second of it – it was a mixture of pure lust and being challenged to outdo my performance from just minutes before.

Before I could react, she stood up and came towards me, grabbing my ass very tight and whispering in my ear “I really enjoyed that, but we both know I’m the one in charge”. In the last-ditch effort of keeping control I pushed her onto the bed, climbed up on top of her, held her forearms down, above her head, and I started to dry hump her pussy through my underwear. She just kept smiling, laughing and looking straight at me with her emerald eyes, that now had a lot more glitter to them.

After I realized I couldn’t control this woman, I stood up again without a word, bowing my head towards the floor. I was defeating without her showing any need of force or power over me. She just took off her stockings, belt, and her soaked panties while lying on her bed. As she stood up she wrapped her hand around my lower back. Out of nowhere she started to kiss me passionately, her tongue twisting around mine and teasing it, while her right hand was running up and down my cock through my boxer briefs that were soaked in a combination of my precum and her pussy juices from the dry humping earlier.

She suddenly stopped and once again, she turned around, walked a bit forward, bend over to show me her ass in full beauty, while picking up the glasses she dropped beforehand. As she put them on, she walked towards me, lowering herself on her knees. I was so hard she could have probably made me cum through my boxers, but this goddess wanted to play around with me. After she pulled my boxers down to my knees she wrapped three of her fingers around the foreskin of my penis, forming a triangle between her thumb, index finger, and middle finger. She started slowly motioning back and forth, up and down, teasing me slowly. As I closed my eyes for literally one second I felt both of her warm soft hands wrapped around my shaft while her mouth was occupied by the head of my member. As she pushed my foreskin back and forth around the head of my cock just using her lips, she started increasing the speed at which her hands jerked me back and forth. I thought I couldn’t resist any more before cumming, so I just let out a moan, just to feel her hands leave my cock and her pushing it full length into her throat in one swift, yet enjoyable motion. I couldn’t hold back as I released my load and coated the inside of her neck. She swallowed it all, and cleaned me off.

This surely had to be the end I thought to myself, while she was licking the last bits of cum from the tip of cock. Diana certainly had different plans in mind. She got up, tossed her glasses away, and grabbed a small bottle out of her bed drawer. As she poured this liquid onto her hand and massaged it onto the full length of my shaft, it cooled me down to the point I felt like I could go for another round, which was exactly what Diana had in mind.

In a blink of an eye she was sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs spread, her smile yet again showing she was insatiable, and her eyes challenging me like a knight to put his sword to a real test. Before doing anything, I realized I had no condoms on me, which I told Diana only to get a “I’m on the pill” reply from her.

As I started slowly inserting myself into her, I saw her shutting her own mouth with her right hand, to which I reacted with a slow plunge forward, inserting most of my shaft into her warm and soaked pussy. As she took her hand off, I noticed the bitemarks, and I knew she wanted more, so I pushed in my full length in several motions, to which she just responded with a sound closer to a scream than a moan as she came again.

As I started to pick up the pace she ordered me to change the position, so I pulled out and turned her over to fuck her doggy-style. With her ass stuck up and her pussy still glistening with juices I pushed in again, as I was drawing close to having a second orgasm in what felt like 10 minutes. After she couldn’t take it anymore she told me to get on the bed, that she wants to ride me to finish off. She got up on me and started riding me, with her boobs bouncing and jiggling just for my eyes to feast on. I got impatient and started gently twisting her nipples, her pussy started to feel a lot tighter around my shaft and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. While moaning in pleasure, Diana told me in a very soft voice “Cum inside me like a good boy”. That was it, I erupted almost immediately after hearing that. As I came and I noticed my cum dripping onto the bed sheets Diana was still riding me. She only lasted about 30 seconds more before moaning uncontrollably and getting off my shaft, before collapsing onto the bed herself.

We just laid there for 20 minutes, talking about how glad we were things turned up this way before we went downstairs to have some water and softly teasing each other, but that’s a story for another time.

I am sorry this story was so long, but I hope it was worth the read, since this is my first time writing a gws any constructive feedback is welcome.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6o3b6z/spending_the_weekend_at_my_exgfs_mothers_house_mf

8 comments on “Spending the weekend at my ex-gf’s mother’s house. [MF] [Milf] [Long]

  1. Hot as fuck. Girl is going to cheat on you and you fuck her mom. Awesome!

  2. Awesome story. Glad you got some too. Did your friend sleep with your girlfriend?

  3. I’m pretty sure this is made up or heavily embellished but goddamn if that wasn’t a good read

  4. Please post a follow up story. I have to know if you told your girlfriend you know she left to attempt to cheat on you, as well as what happened with her mother after.

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