In 2011 I was 18, I had split up with my then girlfriend of 2 years and was being deployed to Afghanistan for a 6 month tour with the Royal Air Force, attached to a NATO operations as a bomb disposal technician.
3 days before I went out for a few drinks with my family & friends. One of my mum’s friends joined us, she had only known my mum about 18 months, quite a tubby (morbidly obese) lady, with small tits and a huge arse with 35 years age difference. But she was nice enough and was a good laugh.
After about 4 hours of people coming up to me and saying ‘give them wankers what for’ and ‘shoot first and ask questions later’ ; I got a bit fed up and sat down in the corner to one side to just have a bit of space.
After about 15 minutes my mum’s friend came and sat next to me, she chatted to me as if nothing was happening and telling me her woes and I told her mine. After about 2 hours of us chatting I look up to notice most people had now left or where asleep on various pieces of furniture at my mum’s house.
I told her that she had been great company as I grabbed my stuff and was going to head up to bed. She suggested that we go to a bar and chat some more. At first I was reluctant but she offered to pay for my drink and buy me a pizza – I was sold.
After a few more drinks she said she was tired and wanted to head home, I was about 2am at this point so I offered to walk her home, which was only about 5 minutes away. We got to hers and I made sure she got in, had one last drink and then I grabbed my jacket to leave. I looked at her, she was genuinely emotional. She said it’s the first time in about 6 years a man had just shown her some effection of any kind and just wanted to be with her.
Putting my jacket back down, I put my arms around her and told her it had been a pleasure and that it was nice to just relax with someone before what promised to be 6 months of hell.
I sat down again, she brought through some vodka and placed in front of me and she sat next to me. I jokingly said it’s not a drinking game is it. No sooner had I said that her face lit up with a cheeky grin and the atmosphere changed….”I’ll grab the card deck”…..”how are you at poker?” To which I replied “shit” she replied “okay then, we’ll pull cards and lowest card loses, loser takes a shot”
This went on for about 4 cards before I had enough (I lost all 4 hands) at which point she just came out with “let’s do it again but strip version”…”okay then” I replied.
I lost 9 out 12 hands this time and was down to my boxers and a single sock. She was still pretty much fully dressed (minus a cardigan, a her shoes). At this point her focus was purely on me, her eye had a fixation with my boxers, at which point I just pulled them off. Her eyes lit up…then she disappeared out of the room for what seemed an eternity only to re-appear with a razor and no clothes.
She lead my upstairs, onto her single bed and started to kiss my body all over before proceeding to lube up my cock in a way that men can only dream of, before lowering her lips on to my thorbbing hard on. She was giving me the ultimate pleasure, taking me to the point of climax 5 times before stopping and making me want more.
She then proceeded to leave the room again for 15 minutes before returning to find me asleep on the bed, before waking me and lowering he very large frame onto my now flacid cock, pinning my arms down and whispering “those Muslim pleasure is 72 virgins in heaven, your please is with me now”. My cock was like a soldier stood to attention by this point now. She positioned herself on to it only to see her face change…. “That’s be biggest cock I’ve ever had in me”. I got even bigger at this point. She wasted no time in rocking both our world’s with such vigor, energy and stamina that it would be most porn star to shame, let alone a middle-aged fat woman.
For about 2 hours she pounded away on top of me, with short breaks where she sucked me face off and buried me in her chest. She was getting tired as she set off for one last do-or-die effort, to which I most of exploded into her very wet vagina with the force of mount Vesuvius covering Pompeii. She let out the almightiest groan, flopping down on my body and snapping the bed in half.
Walking in home the next morning, my mother mentioned I must of had a good night judging by the smile on my face, she also noted that her friend had rung her for a wonderful night.
Sure enough, when I returned we carried on our meetings for about 3 years.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cl2qb0/war_and_mums_friend_mf