Like most guys in their late teens I had often fantasised about the older woman admiring them from afar. One in particular, Yvette my friends mother, was foremost in my thoughts most days.
Darren, my friend, had mentioned it was his mom’s 40th that weekend and she had planned a night out with her boyfriend and her mates. She wanted Darren to invite a few people round for a party that the “adults” would join in later.
To be honest the party was pretty average. Couples making out, the shy quiet loner sneaking a shot of whiskey trying to build up courage to speak to one of the single girls but there was no trouble and a fun atmosphere abound.
Yvette and her friends arrived back just after midnight and the party picked up speed. By two AM most of the party goers had dispersed, Yvette’s boyfriend had drunkenly staggered off to bed as had Darren. I had a decent walk home to the neighbouring village so started to pull on my jacket.
“You can crash on the sofa if you want?” Yvette offered.
It was a far more tempting prospect than the walk home “That’s great thanks” I replied.
“Okay lovely time for my beauty sleep”
I wanted to say something about how she was already beautiful but instead answered “Goodnight”
Stripping of my jeans and laying on the large brown sofa, I listened as Yvette made her way upstairs and I guessed got ready for bed.
I closed my eyes imagining what she wore for bed and fell asleep quickly.
The sound of footsteps woke me and I weary eyed watched as Yvette, dressed in a floor length blue robe made her way into the adjoining kitchen. The powerful overhead lighting offered me a view of perfection as she filled a tall glass with water. The thin material of her robe was made transparent and I marvelled at the silhouette of her figure.
“Could I get one of those please?” my voice whispered.
“Bloody hell you nearly gave me a heart attack” Yvette giggled walking towards me, her hips saying suggestively as she neared. A warm glow began in my groin.
“Here you go” she said offering me the glass, a faint smell of alcohol on her breath.
” Thanks” I said swallowing a large drink. “I forgot to say happy birthday to you” Without hesitation I leant forward kissing Yvette lightly on her cheek.
“That’s very nice of you” she said removing the glass from my hand “I think we can do better than a peck on the cheek”
Our mouths met, gently at first, within seconds our tongues probing and exploring. The buttons holding Yvette’s dignity in place were no match for my nimble fingers, my mouth seeking out her hardening nipples. A slight groan escaped from her lips as I travelled down over her stomach with small kisses. There was no resistance as my fingers hooked into her underwear, her neatly trimmed pubic area leading my way into her most sacred area. A mixture of tongue and fingers soon had her first orgasm approaching, my own hardness almost unbearable. Yvette pushed me onto my back and straddled me, my iron member sliding easily into her wetness. Time no longer existed between us just an animalistic desire to enjoy each other. Like some well choreographed dance of flesh we changed position effortlessly until my need to explode was imminent.
“Fill me with your seed” Yvette said as I drove deeply into her.
The combined orgasm we achieved was unlike anything I had ever experienced before as we lay together sweating and breathing heavily.
“What a great birthday present” Yvette said lightly stroking my forehead ” We certainly need to do that again some time soon”
We certainly did, several times…..but that’s a story for another day!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dphdbl/mf_40th_birthday_surprise