[M]y [F]riend’s divorced mom

Hello there. Wanted to share a story I’ve typed up and saved for a while now. It was a lot fun to relive this memory but always wanted to share it:

I never thought it could happen, but here I was lying in bed with my friend’s mother. Until that morning, I had only viewed her as his mom and nothing else. Now we were lying, naked, still panting and catching our breath, letting it sink in that not only had we just fucked, we did it with the risk of getting caught. It is a long story but the back story helps bring it full circle.

I had known Bill for a few years. I had moved around a lot as a kid and was always making new friends, but I was friends with Bill the longest. We had played sports together, worked at the same job, similar classes, all that stuff. Throughout the years I also got to know him mom, Mrs. F. She was sweet lady, dirty blonde hair, good body that she tried to keep in shape. She was about 5’2 so I towered over her, and decent C-Cups. I always liked going over to their house as she was a great cook, but Bills parents were usually pretty chill about everything. They were the type of parents that didn’t mind their kids and friends drinking, but wouldn’t let them drive home until the next day.

Things changed after high school. Bill’s dad and Mrs. F divorced suddenly and no one still knows why. They claimed they were going separate ways but the belief is that his dad probably had an affair. I decided to go home one weekend to cheer my buddy up, but when I arrived to see him, he wasn’t home. As I got back into the car, Mrs. F pulled up and invited me in. Once inside, I could tell she wasn’t doing well. She seemed sad and I could tell she was a little heartbroken. As we talked, she looked on the verge of tears at times. So I decided to give her a hug and tell her it would all be ok! She thanked and mentioned something about whether she could date at her age (she was 52 at the time). I told her she wouldnt have to worry about that! When she asked why, I told her she looked incredible and that any guy would want to go out with her. I think that helped her cheer up a bit. Bill came home and we decided to head out for a beer. Mrs. F thanked me for chatting with her and making her feel better. She gave me a little peck and off I went. I got a text that night thanking me again and to make sure Bill got home alright.

Mrs. F and I texted at least once a day when I went back to school after that weekend. She follow up about class and my social life (due to my major it was non existent). She was always encouraging me to meet and go on dates with girls at school. A couple times she would text when she had a bit to drink and tell me to get laid. I thought it strange at first but got used to it. Figured she enjoyed it and if she wasn’t sad about her divorce I was glad I could help. However, around finals time was when things really heated up between us. I went out with some friends, and after a few beers was a little drunk. I had meant to text a girl I had become FWBs with but as Mrs. F had texted me I had responded without seeing who I was sending it to. I sent a “You up? You should come out.” I got a response saying “Wish I was closer. Have been thinking of you lately…” when I realized who had sent it, something inside me said to stop and say whoops wrong number. The second brain wasn’t having it and I responded with a cheesy “really? Show me how much!” After a couple minutes went by, I got a text with Mrs. F in lingerie and saying I should take it off of her next time I’m there. This type of texting went on most of the night.

When I woke up for my flight home the next day, I saw a few texts from Mrs. F that seemed more panicky and apologetic than anything. She apologized about the dirty talk and pics, and explained she was supposed to have a date who cancelled at the last minute and she was frustrated about it. She decided to have some wine and let go a little. She asked me to delete the pics she sent me, to which I obliged. She then asked if we could speak to clear the air a bit when I got back. Since I had family stuff that night, I told her I would be by the next day. She said Bill would be out the whole afternoon so to come over when he was out.

The next day, she texted and asked we meet at a coffeehouse instead. I agreed and we met that afternoon. She was wearing a tight athletic top and yoga pants, and looked like she had just finished a workout. We got coffee and caught up until she Brought up our text messages. I told her I had deleted the pics and nothing to worry about. What she asked next was not was I expecting: she asked if I liked what I saw. I told her I did, and that she had a great body. She joked I was being nice. But she saw in my face I was being serious. Something in her changed right there, and she asked if we should go. Worried I had said something wrong, I was curious about what happened. As we got outside, she asked if I was comfortable leaving my car at the parking lot. When I asked why, she told me what we were about to do would need as little giveaways as possible. I was curious but went ahead with it. We got in her car and drove back to her place (which wasn’t far, only three minutes by car). We pulled into her garage and went inside. She told me to wait on the couch and she went upstairs.

She came back downstairs in a short bath robe. Her body was stunning. Her C-Cups were nearly exposed, and as she got closer I saw she wasn’t wearing underwear. She walked over to me, but in a way that she wanted to look sexy. Her hair which had been up in a ponytail was now down and waving as she walked to me. It partially covered her face similar to Jessica Rabbit. I felt cock start to harden and I knew there was no going back.

She sat down next to me on the couch, a little hesitant, but knew what she wanted. She leaned into me and gave me a little kiss, and I returned the favor with our tongues soon doing the dance. I could hear her moan a little as we kissed, and I decided to explore her body more. I ran my hands over her shoulder and down her chest, stopping in her tits to play with them. I slipped my hand into her robe and felt her nipples, and started to twirl them. She responded with a deep moan and in mid-kiss could hear her say don’t stop. While one hand worked her nipples, the other went down to her pussy. It was already wet and I teased with my finger as it brushed up against her lips. That teasing sent her over the edge. She broke our kiss off and said “I need you.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the guest bedroom closest to the living room.

She pulled me in, and closed the door. We grabbed each other and made out! Her hands started to go for my pant buckle and as she fumbled, I cupped her ass and gave it a good squeeze. She yelped a little but gave me a smirk of approval. I gave it a little smack and she yelped again. In one swoop, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I placed her on the end and finished what she started as I took of my clothes. As I got undressed, she lay back, opened her legs and started playing with her self. When I got to my boxers, she saw the bulge and her eyes widened. As I pulled them down, out sprang my cock. She mouthed to me “come here,” and I felt like a gravitated to the bed. I lay next to her, and played her pussy a bit while she stroked me. While oral usually a part of my bedroom repertoire, Mrs. F didn’t want that. “We need yo hurry before Bill gets home” she said. When I asked about a condom, she said don’t worry about but don’t cum in me. I positioned myself on top of her and slowly started to split her pussy lips with my head. She was tight and I mean tight. It took a little bit of time to get my cock in there, but finally it slid perfectly in.

I thrusted slowly, making sure she felt every inch length and girth-wise of me. She squealed and moaned. I knew it would have to be slow at first, and I don’t mind that. I looked into her eyes and she looked at mine. She nodded her head as if she read my mind, and I started to pick up in the pace. It went from making love to pounding her brains out in matter of 2 minutes. Her moaning and screams of pleasure were so loud I think the neighbors heard her. She wouldn’t mutter “don’t stop, right there, yes, yes, YES” and it was pure ecstasy. I was fucking a woman I had known my whole life and I was making sure it would would be a day to remember. I felt her tighten around my cock and soon she trembled. I pulled out and out she gushed a small river. She looked back at me like what had happened but I knew: she had orgasmed for the first time in a long time, of not ever.

I got on my back and had her mount me. I wanted to watch her ride me, so I could that body in all it’s splendor. As she grinded, she said “my husband never got this deep.” She was in so much pleasure and she was about to repay me for it. She soon started bouncing up and down on my cock, like she was doing quick squats. She rode me like no woman ever had before, and would slam down with authority too. As she rode, she asked if I was going to cum soon. I told her to flip over on all fours so I could.

She got on all fours and I went into her doggy. I don’t last long from behind and I could feel it building. “Mrs F., I’m gonna cum soon!” She moaned louder. I repeated myself. No answer. I wasn’t going to last much longer and I said again “cumming soon. Where do you want me to cum?” She told me to cum in her. I didn’t have time to make sure as I felt the first rope of cum start to shoot out. I wrapped my arms around her waist and dropped every last load inside her. It was still the largest load of my life, and as I pulled out it started to seep out.

We recovered and lay next to each other, catching our breath. We looked at each other and laughed a bit. Mrs. F told me she hadn’t been fucked like that in years. We cuddled a bit before we realized that Bill would be home soon. We gathered our stuff and I put my clothes on as quickly as I could. She made sure he wasn’t home and ran upstairs to get some clothes. She came down in yoga pants and a shirt. We slipped into the car and off we went back to my car. It was getting be early evening so I had to get home to my parents for their annual Christmas dinner they host for friends. Mrs. F and I met a few more times, including a trip we both took together. That’s a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n71qf3/my_friends_divorced_mom