This isn’t another “came so hard with a 12-inch cock” story but at least this one actually happened. There’s not a lot to say about other than I thought it was unique enough to be worth sharing.
There was a time when my friend Steve and his brother’s step-dad was cheating on his mom for a while. She knew about it for a while as well and would leave him but only temporarily then go right back. Like many young, single guys I often spent some time out at the bars and one happen chance night I was with another one of my friends at a seemingly random picked bar when I saw Steve’s mom there sitting by herself. In hindsight she was probably there hoping someone would pick her up, maybe as revenge for him cheating on her. I always mingle with people I either know or are familiar with so I grabbed the seat next to her for a quick greet and chat. Behind her façade, I could tell that she seemed bummed out and wasn’t too talkative at first but her S/O’s cheating was no secret to anyone familiar with the family so she gradually started talking about it freely after I asked her what he had been up to lately. That’s when I got the full story. Apparently she caught him out with her again so she left, again. I felt for her so I bought her some drinks and we talked for a while. Looking back and seeing this on paper makes it seem obvious where this is heading but back then I honestly didn’t think much about it other than that up to that point, I always thought she was attractive for her age but was just lending her some support and would never be bold enough to intentionally hit on her because I thought I knew she wouldn’t view me in that type of way.
To a single guy like me at the time with only having sporadic opportunities for sex, I definitely thought of her as a MILF. Back then she was mid 30’s if that, had kids young. Around 5’3, 110’sh lbs. and great figure with dark, long hair. Tanned skin or maybe it was her natural complexion and sported a nice thicc bubble butt. She mentioned she was going to stay at her son’s apartment for a while and her tone didn’t sound as if she was happy about having to stay there but then again her tone throughout the conversation seemed a little down which prompted me to blurt “You can crash at my place if you want”. I know how it sounds but again at that moment I was just being nice, offering her an option since she didn’t sound enthused about staying with her son. Her response to that was “I dunno how well that would go.” I didn’t inquire what she meant but just said “eh, it’s no big deal” meaning to say that she’s not putting me out but she may have perceived that as me trying to pick her up but maybe subconsciously I wanted to give an innuendo.
She followed me back to my place and at some point she walked around checking out my rooms. My intentions at this point was to offer to take the couch and let her take my bed so I was rummaging through stuff trying to find another blanket for myself when she peaked into my bedroom and I heard her say “That’s not a queen size bed is it?” I said “nah, it’s a Full.” She laughed lightly and started talking about how she moves around a lot in her sleep. Then she followed with a key phrase that completely changed my thought pattern on this entire situation. “…so don’t be mad if I push you to the end of the bed.” Now I’m hit with that *oh, your plan is that we are to share a bed*. What a great idea I think to myself. It was then I realized that where I thought I was being hospitable, she thought I was picking her up. Works for me but glad she said that because otherwise she would have been disappointed if I told her she can take my bed and I’ll take the couch and I ignorantly would have never known any different.
I’m sure the alcohol we drank at the bar didn’t help provide the most ideal judgements anyway but it was what it was. We ended up making out and groping for quite a while. And by a while I mean probably for a good hour as I was just going with the flow until she hinted to me that she was ready to move forward. I don’t remember what that hint was exactly but we moved into the bedroom and took our clothes off. The sex was pretty straight forward, we didn’t get kinky or anything. I was on top for a while then she got on top but it was certainly fun and very gratifying. Afterwards we quickly fell asleep and throughout the remainder of the morning I realized what she meant by moving around a lot. I basically ended up at the far edge of the bed with her butt pushing into my back the whole time but it was worth it.
Within a few short hours it was daylight, she got up, dressed then told me she had to get going. I asked if we could do this again sometime but she didn’t give me a straight answer. It wasn’t long before she went back to him where things resumed as they did before except that whenever we saw each other, she would just say “hi” or just look at me from a distance and I back but we didn’t ever really talk or anything. I’m sure that night only happened because she wanted revenge and I was the only one that went up to talk to her but all in all it was a fun one time fling. From then on it certainly gave a whole new meaning to the age old mom jokes with Steve where I used to say “That’s not what your mom said last night” when secretly knowing there’s some truth behind that to the point where I couldn’t even mention his mom without feeling awkward.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bn5qtd/mf_you_can_crash_at_my_place_if_you_want_a_short
For a sex story, you really breezed through the sex part…
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