My ex-girlfriend’s Mum [m/f] Long!

Okay, I’m done lurking and want to put some of my stories out there into the world of Reddit, I hope you enjoy this first one, we’ll see where we go from there.

Small disclaimer – what I write is absolutely true, although happened around 10 years ago, so may be void of detail or depth in places. I am now in a happy long-term relationship, but before that, spent many years being comfortably single and enjoying myself for probably a 10 to 12 year period, which is when most of the escapades took place.

I was about 22/23 at the time and dating a girl 4 years younger than me. At the time most of my relationships were short-lived, nothing in common, type affairs that ended up going nowhere. This girl I was quite fond of however, not head-over heels as I’m not that type of guy. We’d been together for probably 8 months, had broken up over something silly and were working on things again when she shafted me good and proper. It was a night out in the city, I with my friends, her out with hers and we were going to meet up later. When we got to the club we were meeting in, she was there, not with her friends but parading around clutching the hand of a guy who had been hovering around for some time but was only ever “a male friend” apparently. Humiliated and a little bit hurt by it all, my night certainly ruined, this is the story of how I indirectly and genuinely accidentally got some form of revenge.
The following day I received various texts messages of support from friends, plenty more fish in the sea and all that crap, but after a sleep I was feeling better already. One text was from my now ex’s Mum. she had heard what had happened and was apologising for her daughters actions and flat out said that I deserved better, which I thought was odd but appreciated the sentiment. I reply with my thanks, throwing in that I would have to take her out for a drink some time to say thank you for everything she had put up with over the course of the relationship/break up etc. I got a standard reply, no direct mention of the drink and to be honest it was meant as a throw away comment and I never expected anything to come of it. The ex’s Mum was a lovely lady, around 44, quite short, bright blonde hair, glasses and medium build with what appeared to be large breasts but were always well covered. She had a reputation of being a bit of a “man-eater”, not in a slutty way, but in a divorced, middle aged and having fun going out now the kids were old enough to look after themselves, kind of way. She was the type of lady who was very kind, liked a giggle and could be a bit flirty at times which did wind up her daughter at the time.

A few weeks pass and the occasional “Hi, how’s things?” texts were exchanged. Then it lands, a text taking me up on the offer for a drink and a catch up. Of course I oblige, after all I suggested it and what’s the harm? We agree on a time and place, she asks me to wait around the corner from where she lives so she can sneak out and meet me. To avoid awkward questions I tell myself, makes perfect sense, but I cannot deny the tingle of excitement and danger is making this situation better. I’m sat parked up on the road in the dark a few nights later not really knowing how I feel, but I like it. She turns the corner, walks down the road and jumps in, giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek. She is dressed nicely, not slutty or wearing something that her daughter should be wearing, but has made an effort, again I cannot deny an attraction to this. We drive to a new-ish place that has opened up in the next town, as we walk in some of the people there are looking, probably judging but I don’t care, in fact I love it. She mentions something about her age and giggles, we have a good chat and a good night is had by all. I get more time to study her body, she is by no means small but definitely has something sexy about her. I drop her off a few hours later with another kiss on the cheek, no expectation before or after the night is over. Over the next few months we sneak off for another couple of nights out, same as before. Each time is even more exciting than the last, but this is only the build up in my head, or was it even a build up at all? I had no idea what or even *if* she thought about us going out, or of me. I convince myself something mutual is building, not that I need much convincing as a young man looking for forbidden fruit.

One afternoon I receive a text from her, she is having problems with her computer and I had been roped into helping out before by her daughter when we were together. We arrange for me to go over one evening, my ex is out and practically now living with the guy she cheated on me with, so no awkward confrontations would occur. I rock up, as always with no expectations, unbeknown to me they are about to be blown out of the water. She answers the door and I’m stunned as she is stood there, bold as brass in a lacey see-through nightie with bra and knickers underneath. I cannot recall if I even said “Hi” but she invited me in and led me straight upstairs. We sat on the bed, I’m still stunned but loving every moment of it. She mentions that her daughter can never find out about this, I can tell she is genuinely concerned and rightly so, I agree of course but have no regrets for what is about to happen. We start kissing, she smells divine. The room is dimly lit and quiet all bar the noises of us making out and our hands wandering. I want, no, I *need* to finally see those big boobs, to my delight they are better than I imagined. I start kissing down her chest as she lays back and my chin hits her cleavage. Hastily I pull down her bra and those beautiful tits pop out, full and round with tiny perfect nipples. I start sucking on one while gently fondling the other. In hindsight, these are really really great for someone of her age and after having children. I really want this sexy mature lady to suck my cock, my head tells me this is more likely if I go down on her first, which I’m totally okay with. She obviously looks after herself down there as I am greeted with a trimmed bush of wispy hair (normally hairy girls are a real turn off for me) and she tastes delicious. Her moans are only encouraging me further. As I stop she motions for me to take her place on the bed. Now she is working down my body, which is nothing to write home about but right now I feel invincible. She unzips me and pulls down my jeans, I’m so hard and she can see it through my boxers. Slowly grabbing the elastic she pulls them down too and takes me into her mouth. Her technique is not the best but right now I just don’t care, as she slowly pulls me in and out of her mouth. If I could wish for a POV snapshot from my past, this would of been it, looking down at this glorious sight. I cannot wait to be inside this woman now, having my dick sucked by a much older lady is blowing my mind, let alone it being my ex-gf’s mother. She stops sucking and I sit bolt upright, getting cockier and wanting to impress, rolling her over onto her back again. I shimmy up the bed on my knees, picking up her legs so they are pointing up, grab my manhood with one hand and start to ease it in. She is soaking wet, her pussy felt great, not tight but not too loose. I slide every inch inside her, slowly at first but I can’t help myself from getting carried away, for all I know this is the youngest dick she has ever experienced at her age and I want her to never forget it. I cannot recall how long I lasted, I probably couldn’t remember right after it happened to be honest, let alone 10 years later. I made her come which is all I really wanted at the time, if I never saw her again I had achieved what I didn’t realise until this night, what I wanted to achieve. We got dressed, made small talk and I departed with a spring in my step.

It feels good to get this off my chest, only a very select few know the story. We met up for fun a few times after that night. One occasion I snuck her into my place and was on really good form, I recall making her come a few times in quick succession, so much so I climbed off and she was gasping and giggling like a teenager. On another occasion she let me fuck her in the arse, not my first experience of anal but again the power I felt from doing it to an older woman felt amazing. Unfortunately things dwindled to nothing and the rest is history. I still bump into her from time to time, we say hello with a grin and nothing more is said. Thanks for reading. Apologies again if the depth/detail of particularly the juicy stuff is lacking, but I’m literally just typing away and now about to post.
EDIT: Grammar

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