[MF] Satisfying the Ultimate Fantasy – New Years Day With My Friends Mum

**Prologue**

I wrote this story as it was requested on [another one of my posts](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9eac7e/mf_hayleys_18th_birthday_sex_and_cheating/). It leads on from an event in that story. This story is actually much longer than I intended but the build up for this was years in the making. I’ve tried to capture the authenticity of the build up to the main event and share the intensity that I felt when all my lucky stars came in at once. What follows is an experience I don’t think will ever be matched for me.

**Introduction**

My mate Baz’s mum Rachel was a family friend of ours. She knew my aunt and my mother from back in school and through that connection, Baz and I became friends. Rachel reminded me of a mature Britney Spears without all the popstar glamour. Mid forties, blonde hair, pretty face. You could probably knock 10 years off her if you didn’t know her real age.

I had fantasized about Rachel ever since I became mature enough to appreciate older women. She became the inspiration for a countless number of masturbation sessions but that’s all it ever was, pure fantasy. Baz and I often hung out at his place when we were teenagers. On a Saturday night before his mum went out with her friends she would come in the room and asked us how she looked, as most women seem to do. We would of course return our dutiful compliments that she looked good.

As I got older and a bit bolder in my early 20’s, I’d add a bit more flavour in my comments hoping to really make a point of complimenting her. “Gorgeous/stunning” whatever flattery I could get away with but still pass off as innocent. I’d ask her when she was coming out on a date with me. She was married so it was all very jokey. Of course deep down, I’d give anything for just a moment alone with her.

One night I ended up back at Baz’s with a girl and Rachel had caught us on her couch in the throes of passion in the middle of the night. The next day when I had sobered I was embarrassed and made a grovelling apology. “Its ok” she told me. “I just wish it was me.” It had set my mind into overdrive. Did she mean that she wished it was her getting some off me? Or was it just an off the cuff comment about not getting enough attention from her man. Whatever she meant it done nothing but fuel my fantasies about her. A few months after she ended up getting divorced so maybe it was just a case of things not going well in her private life.

**The Day Of**

About a year and a half after that comment I was invited over to Baz’s for a family/friends gathering and New Years day dinner. I was single at the time and my parents were off to the South of France for some winter sun so I duly accepted. After dinner some hard alcohol was put out on the table. I had a case of beers and a bottle of Jack to contribute to the cause. The living room and dining room were one and the same. I was sat at the table with my back to the wall facing into the room. At some point after dinner Rachel excused herself to go change into something more comfortable. She returned in full length pyjama bottoms, a vest top and no bra. She must have gone for a shower with the amount of time it took her to change.

There were quite a few people in the house sitting around the table and on the couch. Baz was encouraging me to recall some funny stories of things that happened in my work. He thought my tales were hilarious and luckily everyone else seemed to be finding entertainment value in them too. The booze helped keep the mood light and we were all laughing and joking.

**The Tease Begins**

At some point during all the laughter Rachel ended up sitting on my knee. I didn’t read into it too much. The booze was flowing. An innocent move to save from standing in a full house? Whatever the case, I obviously didn’t mind. People had started to leave, space was freeing up and she was still there, now fully in my lap. I was unusually timid with her there but eventually plucked up the courage to rest a hand on her waist. I was starting to think it was surreal. Did anybody think it was inappropriate? Why weren’t they saying anything? Baz was there and didn’t seem to have any issues…

Baz had left to go pick up his girlfriend from her family home. I had an excuse to stay on drinking with his mum, as my cousin Danielle and Aunt were also in the house. At this point It was only them and Rachel’s friend still in this house. SHE WAS STILL SITTING ON MY LAP. I couldn’t believe my luck.

**Things Are Heating Up**

As I was the only guy there I kind of dropped out the conversation as they all started gossiping. The type of gossip that guys usually wouldn’t be privy to. They were all talking about guys they last slept with. Rachel said she hadn’t had sex for nearly a year. Her actual language was a bit more crude. “I’ve not been shagged in a year” she told the girls. She went on to tell a story about how she went on a date with “a retired footballer guy” just after her divorce. She didn’t know anything about football or the team the guy had played for. I asked what his name was and when she said it I recognised the name as an ex Fulham FC player from the early 00’s. He wasn’t a big name but I knew who he was none the less.

She continued recounting her night getting into the kinky details about jumping on this guy in his car. The way she was speaking was making me hard. My boner was being kept at bay by her butt cheek. I didn’t know if she could feel it but I was wearing sweatpants so there was a high chance she could. Without skipping a beat in her story she shifted her ass ever so slightly. My knob was now poking her pussy. There was no way she couldn’t feel it now but she continued as if nothing was going on. I wondered if she done it for my benefit. Or was it an innocent repositioning. I was always doubting myself because this was a fantasy I never believed would actually happen. It was like a broken set of traffic signals. I didn’t know whether to stop or go.

This was a flashing amber. Proceed with caution. I had both hands on her waist now as the story continued. I was pretending to watch TV as if I was ignoring the gossip. I was listening to every word Rachel was saying. I slowly started caressing her waist and stomach with both hands as she was getting into details. She didn’t stop me. She didn’t even flinch. Green light? I was feeling braver now. I tried to slide a hand in the waist band of her pyjama bottoms. She used an elbow to subtly stop me. Ok, RED LIGHT, RED LIGHT. Thankfully nobody noticed. I never took my hands off her toned and tanned waist though.

**Getting Her Alone**

The night was winding down but Rachel went and got another bottle of Vodka from the kitchen. She was pouring us massive OTT measures. Half and half glasses mixed with coke. Everyone still in the house thought we were mad and decided they’d had enough booze for one night. All of a sudden we were alone. Rachel was back on my knee. The ambience had changed from manic female gossip to just background noise from a music channel. I was back to caressing her body while she drank her Vodka mixer that would shame a Russian. She seemed to be submitting to my touch and let out an “mmmm” as my hands wondered. I moved a hand up and grab a tit. Her nipples were rock hard. “Jack! She said sounding shocked. You are half my age. Your mother would kill me.”

My world came crashing down as she got up and went to the bathroom. I moved over to the couch deflated. In about 5 minutes I had went from cloud 9 dreamland to a crash landing back on earth.

Rachel came back seemingly with a sensible head on. “I’m going to my bed, are you staying on the couch or going home.” I done my best to steer the conversation to anything that would recapture the mood.

“I still can’t believe you slept with Mick T the ex footballer” I said as if I was trying to rib her.

“You better not tell anybody about that Jack, boy” she said sounding dramatic

I decided to put all my cards on the table now. “To tell you the truth, the way you were talking was turning me on.”

**The Tease Continues**

I don’t know if I’m hazy because of the alcohol but the next thing I know she is straddling me on the couch and we are locked in some mega sexy tongue on tongue kissing action. I was on another planet. I could have sat there forever. At this moment I felt like I could die happy. Then she let out a sigh as she pulled back.

“This is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“We’re both adults.” I said, justifying the situation.

“What do you want me to do?” she said sounding frustrated. It was rhetorical. She was not asking me to tell her what my deepest darkest desires were. She was making a statement that her hands were tied and she was feeling guilty or maybe a bit naughty about all this.

I responded as if she had asked the question literally. “What do I want you to do? The same thing you done to Mick T.”

She was looking right through my eyes, processing what I had just said. I kept solid eye contact. I knew what I wanted. Then she tugged at my waistband. My sweatpants and boxers went down round my ankles and she went to the floor. All my Christmases had come at once and it was heavenly to see my rock hard pole disappear in her mouth.

The way she sucked on my cock was like no blowjob I had ever had before. One hand was pushing on my abs the other was either tugging at my shaft or playing with my balls. She was up and down. Sucking and licking my cock and balls. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t need any direction. I had whiskey dick though and I couldn’t get close to cumming from a blow job. Eventually she stopped seemingly snapping out of the sexy moment.

“Right I really need to go to bed now. You will have to help me up the stairs” she said making out she was too drunk to go it alone.

Here we go again. These broken signals. Saying one thing but meaning another???

**Bedroom Action**

Sweatpants back on, I followed her the stairs and to her bedroom not knowing if this was really happening or not. Was it too good to be true? She didn’t seem to need much help going up the stairs. I had been led up by her hand. As soon as we were in her bedroom she dropped her pyjama bottoms to the floor and was standing in just her vest top. She had a clean, freshly shaven pussy was that was so smooth it must have been done that day. Something I did not expect. At that exact moment the front door downstairs had swung open.

“Shit” Rachel said in the loudest whisper she could as she slammed her bedroom door closed. “That’s Baz and his girlfriend.”

I whispered something back to try and avert crisis. “Shush” she said again in a whisper. She walked towards me and kissed me to stop me from talking. When it sounded like Baz and his girlfriend had went into his room across the hall and closed the door she stopped kissing me. “Take them off” she said tugging at my sweatpants.

Halle-fucking-lujah I thought. They were off before she finished her sentence. As we stood there locked in some more sloppy tongue kissing action my throbbing hard cock was standing as tall as it had ever stood. It felt like it was going to take off like a rocket. It was just brushing against her pussy and I could feel the heat and wetness as we made contact.

“Get on the bed” she said. I was loving having this older woman direct me about the bedroom. Now she knew what she wanted and wasn’t slow in telling me. She climbed on top of me in reverse cow girl and removed her vest top. I remember thinking it was a bit unconventional but I soon clicked on why. The floor to ceiling mirrors on the closet opposite. When she grabbed my cock and slid it in my big head was spinning. It was an overload on the senses. The wetness, the sensation as she took all of me inside her.

As she started riding my dick I grabbed on to her tits while watching her ass shake as she grinded away. She seemed to be enjoying the view of herself in the mirror and I looked up to see too. As I caught a glimpse of my shaft disappearing up her pussy I nearly lost it. I didn’t want this to end so soon after dreaming of this moment for years. I pushed her into doggy. An easy transition from reverse cowgirl. It bought me a few valuable seconds to hold the cum back and control the pace.

I grabbed her hips and entered her from behind. As I was thrusting away she was making super hot sex noises and the excitement was heightened by the whole fact we had try and be quiet. She seemed to be loving doggy and watching the action in the mirror as I pounded away on her. I wasn’t going to last long, I had to pull out. I repositioned her angle slightly and started licking her pussy from behind. I was pulling out all the stops. Everything I had learned from being with other girls. Everything I had seen in porn. I was throwing it all in trying to impress this woman. I was circling her clit, applying pressure, in and out of her hole, up and down. Writing my fucking name on her clit with my tongue. Everything and anything I could think of. She was dripping. I felt like Mr Big.

After a fair bit of pussy eating I got adventurous. I ran my tongue from her pussy to her ass. She let out a little yelp. “Oooow. What are you doing?” I think she thought I had got the wrong hole.

“Do you not like that?” I asked thinking I had blown it.

“KEEP GOING!” she demanded.

GREEN. FUCKING. LIGHT. It was all I needed. I continued going to work on her ass putting in as much effort as I had on her pussy. This was getting different types of moans and sex noises from her. More intense. More swearing. More “fucks.” It seemed to really get her going. This was new territory for me being honest. I think it may have been for her too. I don’t know what possessed me, or gave me the courage. Alcohol. Eagerness to impress. I felt like a fucking king having a woman in her 40’s clutching the bed, squirming and moaning.

She turned round and pushed me to get on my back again. She mounted me in normal cowgirl this time. She rode me like I had never been before, hands on my body for support. It didn’t take me long before I was getting close. I started thrusting up to meet her rhythm. We were fucking each other at a rapid rate of knots now. “Where can I cum?” I asked. Her answer was straight to the point. “In me” she said through heavy breaths. Just saying that sent me over the edge. I was already shooting ropes of hot cum inside her. It seemed like it was never ending but she kept grinding back and forth until my cock stopped pulsating inside her. She stayed on top of me just rubbing my body up and down almost like a light massage. When she thought I had enough recovery time she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“You better be fucking quiet when you go out that door” and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

That was me told. I was being sent on my way.

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*Note: I have obviously had to change the name of the footballer in this story to protect the innocent, as people will potentially know him or would be an easy google search with his real name.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ei0vy/mf_satisfying_the_ultimate_fantasy_new_years_day