[M]y first date with my ex’s Mother [F]

Hey, thanks for all the feedback on the last story with my ex and her mom. There has been some requests to delve further into how that dynamic ended up working out so I’ll work on sharing.

For ease of writing and reading we’ll call my ex Ashley and her mother Rachel.

Ashley ended up spending the first part of the week after we left her mother’s house with me. When we weren’t at work we were spending time together.

Throughout this time period Rachel was texting me and we were getting to know each other better. Some of the messages were platonic about our mutual interests and views. Most were exploring our new dynamic as lovers and sexual partners.

She had just as many conflictions as I did about doing this behind Ashley’s back, but it came up less and less.

More and more we focused on some fun fantasies and devolved into sexting and picture swapping. A lot of this happened while Ashley wasn’t with me, but several times I’d be sitting with Ashley and get a pic of Rachel playing with herself teasing me that she knew I couldn’t play right then.

Later that week I knew my schedule and Ashley’s would split and it would be a few days before we saw each other. That’s when my first date with Rachel would be.

Originally I planned to make dinner at home and focus on us. But Rachel had a fantasy. She had never been played with properly in public. Some light petting and teasing. But never the thrill of almost getting caught and finishing.

So I picked a local spot I knew. And we set some initial plans. Like she would meet at my house and I would drive us.

I was nervous. This was a whole new dynamic for me. I had never gone behind a partner’s back before.

It took an effort of will to not let my hand shake from the mixed feelings when she rang the doorbell.

It took more effort to to ravage her in the doorway.

The place we were going was a laid-back burger joint and bar. Best burgers I’ve ever had.

I was in a button down shirt and black jeans and boots, my go to every-day outfit.

She was in a summer dress that fit snuggly around her curves. As per our discussion, I could see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

I greeted her with a kiss in the doorway. It quickly became a deep kiss as our pent up energy from teasing the days before now found an outlet.

I pulled her inside the door, my hands on her ass, and pushed her against the wall.

She clawed my back. And then I broke away. I told her much more of that and we wouldn’t eat, I’d ravish her all night. She gave me the wickedest smirk.

But we had plans. I asked if she was ready. And she told me yes.

I found us a table outside. Part of why I chose the place was because you got your own food and drinks and picked a spot.

A few people were sitting spread out outside but it was a week night and not busy.

She sent pics occasionally to her husband to let him know how things were going.

It wasn’t long before I started playing. Stroking and pinching her nipples through her shirt. Sliding my hand up her dress to pet and finger her. She started having a hard time focusing to eat. Especially when a man across from us happened to look up and stare. I pointed it out and she saw him and blushed, gripping the edge of the table and biting her lip as I sped my fingers up. But soon after the man’s woman got up and they left.

When they left Rachel let out a gasp and she came. Her lacy thong was soaked.

She told me that was the dirtiest she had felt in a long time.

Her hand found the bulge in my jeans and she started rubbing me. As I grew to full hardness she bit her lip.

I told her it was her turn. So she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

Then Ashley called me. I showed the caller ID to Rachel as a warning and answered. Rachel had other idea’s.

She looked around then slipped under the table. My god that woman knew how to use her mouth. It was difficult to keep my voice steady on the phone.

When I hung up, Rachel got back up, her lipstick a bit smeared and her eyes gleaming with mischief. She took what she said back. Now she felt naughty.

No one else was outside by this point. no windows on this side of the building. So I told Rachel now it was time to be naughty.

Now she looked nervous. But I told her to stand up and bend over and put her hands on the table. She did. I reached up and smacked her ass hard. She yelped. And gasped when I ripped her thong off to slide in my pocket. She told me I was going to replace them later. I told her I look forward to it.

And then I slid my fingers in her and she clenched her fists. I just sat there, slowly fingering her as she looked around to make sure no one saw us. She didn’t beg. Or tell me to hurry. She was nervous but not rushing. I pulled her breasts free and toyed with them. I felt her start to relax. When she closed her eyes to savor the feelings I stood up. Not stopping what I was doing with my hands. I moved behind her. Took her by the hips and pressed inside her. She gasped.
It took her a moment to stop clenching around me. But soon we were not holding back. I had a hand around her throat because she was having a hard time being quiet and one on her hips to hold her up so she didn’t knock the table over.

I had the bottom of my shirt between me an her ass to muffle the sound because we were going hard and fast. Then we heard voices as people came out and sat around the corner from us. She gasped again. But neither of us were stopping. We were on the edge.
We came almost the same time. All the build up made it so strong her legs started shaking and I ended up sitting down, dragging her with me still inside her. And she let out a small moan as another small orgasm rocked her. We heard the voices pause at that, but we were beyond caring for a moment.

She took a pic of me still inside her with cum leaking out and sent it to her husband, telling him she wouldn’t be home tonight. And probably not tomorrow.

I went inside and got a rag and bucket with cleaner from the bartender telling him I had made a mess and wanted to clean up the worst of it. I’ve worked restaurants. I wasn’t leaving the mess for someone else to deal with. He took one look at my wet shirt and pants and let me. I dropped a decent tip for them.

The group that was sitting at the other table stared at us when we left, walking right past them with wet spots on my clothes and her lipstick smeared.

In the truck we talked about how much fun that was but it had also been embarrassing to her. But she liked it.

I had the next day off. It was sunrise before we passed out together. And she thoroughly enjoyed waking up to me eating her for breakfast.

Later we ended up going to a local nature trail while she wore a plug. She wasn’t ready for me to do anal, but she enjoyed being picked up and pinned to a tree off the trail. Especially when we could hear people walking down the gravel path not far away.

This is starting to get long so I’ll wrap it up here for now. We continued talking and meeting. And soon started exploring her slight humiliation fetish.

Later when Ashley and I talked about it and ended up opening up our relationship, she didn’t tell me to stop seeing her mom. We ended up enjoying sharing with each other our stories from our side partners, and even invited others to join us. But she did not want to hear about my time with Rachel.

And no, we didn’t break up over this. She ended up moving several states away and we broke things off mutually.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rjwgyo/my_first_date_with_my_exs_mother_f