I had just arrived home on break from college and was in Chip’s neighborhood, so I figured I’d just drop in and see if he’d gotten home yet. No one answered when I rang the doorbell and I was about to head back down the driveway when I heard a splash, indicating that someone was using the pool. I walked around the side of the house thinking it might be Chip but stopped before I opened the gate to the backyard. I could see the diving board still vibrating and a figure just surfacing at the shallow end of the pool.
It wasn’t Chip or his sister or even his dad exercising visitation rights with his former home and it actually took a minute to register who it was. It was Chip’s mom.
I’d known Chip for as long as I can remember and even during our hormone laden adolescent years I’d never thought of his mom as anything more than a mom. As she climbed the steps out of the pool, though, dripping wet in a pretty small red bikini, reminding me of Phoebe Cates in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” that all suddenly changed. Of course she was no Phoebe Cates, but she still looked so damn fine that I wondered how I had never noticed her figure before. Her nipples were pressing out obviously against the top covering her moderately sized breasts, her stomach was flat and smooth and her legs, though not long, were slim and shapely.
As I stood in the shadows by the gate watching her walk over to a chaise lounge, I also realized that her ass was pretty damn incredible. I could feel a rise in my shorts but couldn’t tear myself away to go home and take care of it. She dried off, rubbing that lucky towel up and down her legs and across her stomach, then spread it out on the chair and lay on top of it.
I watched for a few more minutes and was just thinking about slipping quietly away when she did something that glued me to where I stood. Her nipples were still standing at attention, never having gone down since she exited the pool, and one of her hands slowly came up and began to gently tug on one of them. My dick was instantly rock hard again. Her eyes were still closed, but mine were open wide enough for the both of us. Her other hand came up and played with the other nipple and before I knew it she had pulled her top down, exposing her milky white breasts to the sun. Her aureola were about half-dollar sized and her nipples were pretty long and fat. She was running her hands all over her breasts now, brushing her palms over her nipples and tracing circles around her aureola while occasionally pulling or pinching her nipples.
My cock was already struggling to break through the front of my shorts, but when her right hand dropped between her legs and her fingers moved up and down over the front of her swimsuit, I thought it would explode right there. She pulled her feet up to her ass and pressed their soles together, spreading her knees apart. When her hand slid into the bikini bottom, I pulled my dick out and started pumping away. Her left hand was alternating from one breast to the other, still teasing her nipples, and her right was sliding up and down her slit from the looks of the movement inside her swimsuit bottom. She must not have been worried about anyone coming home because she paused briefly to pull the bottom of her swimsuit off, dropping it on the ground next to her. Seeing her neatly groomed light brown bush framed by the white flesh within her tan lines, I was already on the verge of cumming. She went to work on her pussy with both hands, plunging two fingers into herself as the other hand vigorously rubbed her clit. Her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth hung open while she raised her hips against her ministrations, but she never made a sound. I forced myself to bite back any noises as well when a torrent of cum suddenly shot from my rigid tool accompanied by a feeling of pleasure like I have rarely experienced before, certainly never before by myself.
When I blinked the stars from my eyes and was able to see clearly again, still holding my softening cock, I watched as Chip’s mom’s movements reached a frenzy before she froze and let a small noise slip, sort of an “oh” of pleasant surprise. She gradually settled back onto her chaise lounge and pretty soon had her swimsuit back on again, positioning herself for some sunbathing. I tucked myself away and watched for a while longer, finally convincing myself there was nothing else to see and there certainly wouldn’t be anything near what I’d just seen. I slipped quietly away and drove home, still thinking hard about what I’d witnessed.
Two things in particular occurred to me: one was that she may have started working out after the divorce, which would explain her tight body. I just couldn’t accept that I’d known her so long and never noticed it in all those years. Also, as far as I knew she wasn’t involved with anyone, though Chip wouldn’t necessarily have told me if she was, but she clearly still had needs. I had to figure out a way to put myself in a position to fill those needs. I wondered what she would have done had I just walked through the gate and offered to eat her pussy. She’d probably have darted into the house before I’d made it all the way through the gate, but who knows? Truth was, I was so shocked by what I was seeing that I never even considered getting involved. Thinking about it got me completely worked up and I wound up locking my bedroom door and jerking off again.
I decided that maybe I could try to find out just how horny she was or whether she was actually getting any. Their house was a ranch style with enough property around it that it was fathomable that they weren’t really concerned about having their shades drawn at night despite everything being on ground level. I couldn’t recall anyone going to any particular trouble to close all the blinds on nights when I was over there. Would it be wrong for me to spy on Chip’s mom if it resulted in mutual pleasure? Would the end justify the means? Would I be technically “stalking” her?
Whatever the answer to those questions, I didn’t think anything could keep me from following the plan through once I’d developed it. It was easy enough, after night had fallen, stash my car a block or so away and slip into their yard, find a window that allowed me to see into her bedroom and wait. I hung out with Chip over at his house with the intention of getting an idea of what her evening schedule was like, but when it looked like she was ready to turn in, I made an excuse myself and pretended to head home. I stashed the car, cut through some yards and made for one of her windows. There was a light on but I didn’t see her and her bathroom light was out, so I just waited. From my vantage point, I was looking sideways at her bed and could also see into her bathroom. I didn’t expect that I’d miss anything unless she decided to close the blinds. It was only a few minutes before she came in and I assumed she’d still been talking to Chip.
She was wearing long khaki shorts with a t-shirt tucked into them. I’d tried to nonchalantly check her out during the course of the evening and, while I could see how I’d missed her figure because of how she dressed, now that I knew about it, I could also appreciate it even in her conservative attire. She closed her door and I thought even locked it before turning and pulling her shirt out of her waistband and up over her head.
My heart was pounding and I was already getting stiff as her bra was exposed. She tossed her shirt into a hamper then quickly removed her bra and tossed it in as well. I stared at her beauties again as she pulled the belt out of her shorts and crossed the room to hang it inside the closet, her breasts bouncing as she walked. I noted that her nipples were hard again. She checked all of her pockets, then undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor. I was pleasantly surprised that under her mom-like shorts, she was wearing white thong panties. When she bent over to pick up her shorts and aimed her sweet ass right at me, I about creamed.
I fought the urge to whip my cock out, thinking it was too soon, and was ultimately rewarded for my patience. She dropped the shorts into the hamper and reached back to run both hands over her ass, then back around to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. She quickly pushed off her thong but had turned her ass away from me when she picked it up so I missed seeing her pussy peeking out from between her legs as she bent over. I got a nice full frontal, though, as she crossed to the near side of her bed and dug way back in the nightstand drawer. Out came a flesh-colored, veiny looking dildo. Jackpot!
She climbed onto the bed on her knees, but set the dildo aside initially. She played with her boobs some more and slipped a hand down between her legs. In profile I couldn’t tell exactly what she was up to, but it really didn’t matter. Her hands were up and down her sides, over her boobs, between her legs and over her ass. When she picked up the dildo, she raised herself up slightly, held it under her and lowered herself onto it. She then began to ride it like she was straddling a guy, first bouncing up and down, causing my eyes to lock on her bouncing boobs, then forward and back as she leaned forward on one arm, setting her boobs to swinging.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore and released my cock and immediately gripped it and started stroking. She pulled away the arm that was supporting her and went face down on the bed, her face turned away from me and her ass up in the air. She was pumping the dildo in and out from behind as her other hand appeared to be rubbing her clit. I backed up just slightly as she turned her head toward me, but her eyes were closed and she had a look of raw passion on her face. Between that, the curve of her ass and the dildo disappearing below it and her breasts hanging against the bedspread, I was done. I shot my load into the landscaping, again stifling a groan of intense pleasure. She peaked just after I did, her movements increasing in tempo then suddenly ceasing as a shudder racked her body. She then went flat on the bed, dildo still embedded and lay there, still, for a few moments while I looked on.
I had tucked myself back into my shorts by the time she recovered, removed her dildo and stumbled off the bed. She went into her bathroom and I saw her rinse her dildo in the sink and dry it on the hand towel. She then grabbed something from the back of the door that turned out to be her nightgown, which she pulled over her head, covering her awesome body. I continued to watch as she turned down the bed, crawled into it and turned out the light. I went home, masturbated again and slept.
Based on what I’d seen in the past two days, I came to the rash conclusion that Chip’s mom was horny but didn’t have another outlet for it. Since I hadn’t come up with how to nominate myself for the position, I decided I’d just keep watching until I did to make sure she didn’t have a boy toy who just happened to be out of town this week.
The third night, I was out with Chip and though she was on my mind, there just wasn’t any way I could excuse myself without it being awkward and suspicious. When we finally decided to call it a night, I dropped Chip off and drove around the block to ditch my car. I quickly and quietly made my way to her window and cautiously peeked in. She was already in her nightgown in bed propped up on her pillows with a paperback in her hand. Chip was in the doorway talking to her, so I carefully made sure I wasn’t in his line of sight. I kept watching as he left and she put her book away and turned out the light. If anything had happened, I’d missed it. I went home and masturbated thinking about her anyway.
The next evening, Chip and I were trying to decide what to do when his mom (her name is Ellen, by the way) came in and said she was headed to the mall to go shopping. I gave her a bunch of good natured grief about how she was never going to get anywhere in life always hanging out at the mall and she’d better darn well be home by curfew. She laughed and called me “Dad” and said not to worry, she knew it was a “school night” and she’d be in home and in bed same as always. This gave me an indication that her weeknight schedule was pretty regular and gave me three more nights including tonight to verify it.
Since she was out, Chip and I just hung out at his house that night so we were still there when she got home, shopping bags in hand. I excused myself just slightly before I expected her to call it a night, again not wanting to look suspicious. I followed my previous routine, making sure not to leave my car in the same spot twice, and found myself waiting at her window again. There was a lamp on and her bags were strewn on her bed, but it was a few minutes before she came in. I watched closely this time and I am certain she locked the door this time. I took this as a good sign.
Tonight she was wearing blue shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. She began unpacking her purchases – a couple of dresses, some shorts and blouses and a few smaller packages. She laid them all out on the bed then began to undress. The blouse was unbuttoned and tossed into the hamper first, followed by the shorts. I was pleased to note that she was again wearing thong panties, which she kept on along with her white bra while she pulled the first dress over her head.
I was already hard from watching her undress and seeing her tight body again and the excitement wasn’t dampened by her covering up again so quickly. She adjusted the dress slightly, looked herself over in the mirror then pulled it over her head again. She did the same with the other dress, blouses and shorts she had bought until only the small packages were left. She looked at them sitting on the bed, then reached back and unhooked her bra. She shook it down her arms, causing her breasts to jiggle and forcing me to suppress a moan, then tossed it into the hamper. It was followed by her thong panties, though this time I did get a nice peek at her fur covered lips as she bent over.
She looked through a couple of the bags, pulled out a red g-string and stepped into it. She adjusted the strip in the front to cover her bush and pulled the string snuggly between her sweet cheeks. She looked herself over in the mirror then pulled a red bra from another bag and put it on. It was a push up bra, basically supporting her boobs, making them look bigger, but not coming close to covering her aureola and erect nipples. God, she looked hot! Again, she looked herself over and rubbed her nipples a few times before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out the rest of her purchase. She pulled on a pair of red, thigh-high stockings and stood to wrap a garter belt around her waist. She clipped the garters to the stocking tops and stood before the mirror. She was incredible and I was stiff, but I couldn’t help but wonder whether she had bought that for herself or to share with someone else.
As she stood before the mirror looking herself over, she was running her hands over her bare ass cheeks, across her stomach and up to her protruding nipples. I got a feeling as to where this was leading so I pulled out my rigid cock. I didn’t start stroking yet, figuring I’d wait until she did. She started by rubbing the front of her new g-string, then pulled the string up between her lips and against her clit, moving the string side to side over it. I had my cock in my fist as she backed up and sat on the edge of the bed, watching herself in the mirror as she played with both her pussy and her tits.
She pulled the front of the g-string aside and pushed a couple of fingers up into her pussy while stroking her clit. I was fisting my cock right along with her when she stopped, dashed over to the nightstand to grab her dildo, then returned to her spot before the mirror. She slipped the latex cock in and out of her mouth a couple of times, then over her nipples before bringing it down to her pussy. She pulled the g-string aside again and pushed the dildo into her pussy with both hands. Mainly looking down, but occasionally glancing up at her reflection, she pumped the toy cock in and out, slowly at first but at an ever increasing pace.
I was approaching another blissful orgasm thanks to her as I stared at her satisfying her basic carnal needs. She laid back on the bed, still pumping with both hands and now raising her hips up to meet her thrusts, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. I leaned against the house to support myself as I was overcome by orgasmic ecstasy, shooting load after load once again. She reached her own orgasm with a shudder and melted on the bed. I was just starting to tuck limp cock away when she stirred. She removed the dildo from her pussy and set it aside while she peeled off her new lingerie. She then grabbed her dildo and rinsed it off in the bathroom before pulling on her nightgown. She moved all of her purchases aside, turned down the bed and went to sleep. I went home and did the same.
The following day, Chip told me that his dad was taking him and his sister on a trip over the weekend and they’d be heading out Friday afternoon. He gave me the details of the trip, where they were going and what they’d be doing, then I asked about his mom, since it sounded like she was going to be stuck home alone. He told me he got the impression she liked the time alone after spending so many years with his dad, him and his sister always around. I tended to agree, picturing her strutting around the house in her sexy new red lingerie and fucking herself silly with her dildo in every room.
I had to stop or I’d pitch a tent right in front of my bud. I started thinking real hard about how to make this weekend work for me, though. I think the idea I ultimately developed came from my initial thought about her being left behind. I knew that she’d done a lot for all of them over the years and wondered when was the last time, other than Mother’s Day or her birthday, someone had surprised her and treated her like a queen. What if, after Chip and his sister were gone, I slipped into the house, made a great dinner, being extremely careful to make sure it didn’t look like I was trying to seduce her, and just sprung it on her? She might be grateful, she might be appreciative, she might think I’m a swell guy…it could potentially lead to something, if I didn’t try to hard and just let her take the lead.
I needed to work out some of the details, but unless I came up with something completely foolproof, this was going to be Plan A. Over the next couple of days, I casually picked Chip’s brain for details: when he’d be gone, when he’d be back, what time his mom got home from work. I planned a nice meal, not just a pot of spaghetti and a sink full of dirty dishes. I went fancy with the food and managed to get my brother to buy a bottle of good wine when I told him it was to impress a girl. Also during those two days, I visited Ellen’s window on both nights and was treated again to her apparently nightly romp with her dildo. I was certain she was horny now and it made me feel even more confident in my plan.
Friday finally arrived and I stopped by to see Chip at work since I hadn’t started my summer job yet. Being the nice guy I offered to run back to his house to pick up anything he might have forgotten so I didn’t have to worry about him finding me over there cooking in his kitchen. There wasn’t anything and he planned to be out of town by no later than 3pm. I said goodbye and headed to the supermarket to pick up the last of my supplies. I didn’t park in front of the house in case for some reason Chip drove past. I lugged my bags down the street and up to the front door.
Knowing Chip as long as I have, I knew where his spare key was hidden and I knew the security code for the alarm. I let myself in without any problem and the first thing I did was write a short note to Ellen to warn her that I was there and why and taped it on the door between the garage and the house. Last thing I needed was her coming home, smelling or hearing something out of the ordinary and calling the police or, even worse, calling Chip to come home. Before I dove into the cooking, I first needed to do something in her bedroom. I opened her hamper and found the thong I’d seen her strip off the night before and held it up to my nose. I inhaled her pungent, musky scent a few times and, finding myself erect, figured I’d better quit and get to work.
I’ve always been pretty handy in the kitchen, so I was confident that I could put together a appetizing meal. As I worked, I made sure everything went back where I found it and I cleaned everything I used once I was done with it. Ellen didn’t need to be distracted by a big mess. I was feeling pretty good about the way everything was turning out and realized she’d probably be home soon, so I switched the CD in the stereo from upbeat rock to mellow jazz to create a relaxed casual mood. I set the kitchen table with everyday dinnerware and just one wine glass. I didn’t want it to look like I was going for “romantic.” In that vein, I was also dressed in jeans (which I hoped made my butt look nice) and a slate blue t-shirt, tight enough to show some muscle but not so tight that I looked like I was trying too hard.
I detected the confusion and surprise in Ellen’s voice as she called my name when she came in. I kept cooking as she came in, trying to appear casual and nonchalant. She looked around and asked what it was all about even though I’d explained it briefly in the note I’d left. I explained about her needing some spoiling other than being left alone for the weekend, that she was a great, giving person and she deserved it. She told me I was very sweet and I was going to make some lucky girl very happy. Then, placing her hand on my arm, she stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. I thanked her and I’m sure I blushed, then told her she had time to change her clothes or freshen up before dinner was ready. I could still feel the warmth of her touch and her kiss as she left the kitchen.
As I was loading up the plates, she came back into the kitchen wearing a light sundress. It also looked as though she’d taken the time to pull a brush through her short copper-colored hair. I had her sit and she complimented me on the look and smell of the food while I uncorked the wine bottle. She noticed she was the only one with a wine glass and asked why I wouldn’t be joining her. I reminded her that I wasn’t 21 yet and she laughed and told me to get a glass, she wouldn’t be calling the cops on me. I grabbed a glass and poured wine for both of us, then sat down.
The dinner went extremely well, everything turned out right and both the conversation and the wine flowed. We weren’t really flirting but I could see the sparkle in her eye and credited it to her enjoying being treated so nicely. I think the wine loosened us up nicely, but I don’t think either of us was “impaired.” I don’t know if it helped with my courage or not. I cleared the dishes away while insisting she remain seated. As I was finishing, I mentioned there was one more thing that came as a part of this meal. While she protested that she was too full, I assured her of two things: she wouldn’t find it filling and she would certainly be glad she hadn’t turned it down.
I turned her chair so her legs weren’t under the table and knelt before her. Because she didn’t protest or raise her eyebrows, I suspected she knew what I was up to and didn’t object. I pushed the hem of her sundress up around her waist, exposing the narrow strip of what appeared to be another pair of thong panties. She spread her legs and I leaned down to kiss her thighs, working my way up, around to her hips and over her stomach. Her hands were in my hair and her breathing was getting heavy. I grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them down as she lifted her ass. I was now just inches away from her light brown bush and could smell the juices which were already flowing. With one hand on each thigh, I gently spread her lips and ran my tongue up her slit, collecting her juice. Her breathing changed to soft moaning as I flattened out my tongue and lapped at her pussy. Finally, I slipped my middle finger easily into her due to the flooding lubrication and as soon as the tip of my tongue touched her clit, she began to convulse as an intense orgasm ripped through her. I fingered her pussy and licked and sucked her clit as she rode out the first orgasm and a few minutes later was rewarded with a second, seemingly as intense as the first. I was enjoying this very much so I continued to work her pussy over and drink in her womanly flavor as orgasms three and four coursed through her. When I finally raised my head, she was flushed and dazed but otherwise unrumpled.
I stood and took a quick sip of wine while she recovered. As I set the glass down, her hands were unfastening my belt and opening my jeans, which were soon down at my knees. My briefs followed and one of her petite hands was grasping my cock while the other cradled my balls. She stroked me a few times, slipped her mouth up and down my shaft then told me to sit. I dropped into my chair and she was hovering over me. She grasped my cock again and guided herself down onto it, moaning as she took my full length. As she began riding me, I pulled her sundress up and over her head and set it on the table. Her bra was at face level, so I leaned in and sucked her hard nipples through the thin fabric while reaching behind to unclasp it. I slid my hands up under it as she took it off, caressed her breasts and amazing nipples and alternately took each of her hard nipples into my mouth. Just moments after I began working on her nipples, she shuddered through another orgasm. Leaving my mouth and tongue to take care of her tits, my hands slid down her sides, around the small of her back and over her cheeks. I helped her up and down on my prick, feeling her hot, slippery pussy gripping me and trying to milk my orgasm out. I was more than ready, being with the object of my recent desires, feeling her smooth skin under my hands, her hard nipples between my lips and her incredible pussy sliding up and down my rod. I was raising my hips to meet her on the way down and her moaning was getting louder. I could feel my cock swelling as my orgasm built when her pussy began to quiver around it. Her orgasm brought on mine and I shot my load deep into her.
She continued to ride me until I was limp and starting to slip out, then she just sat there on my lap. After a few minutes, she straightened up, looked me in the eye and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” She reached for her dress and climbed off of me, then bent to pick up her bra and panties. I stood and pulled my jeans up just enough so I could walk and followed her down the hall. She started to close the door behind me but remembered we were alone and reopened it. I still couldn’t take my eyes off her incredible body and told her how fantastic I thought she looked. She smiled with that gleam in her eyes again and came over and leaned up to kiss me.
As we made out, she pulled my shirt up and over my head, then ran her hands over my chest and abs before finding the waist of my jeans. She worked my jeans and briefs all the way off this time, along with my shoes and socks. We were both naked. She led me to the bed and had me lay on my back. Kneeling beside me, she took my cock in her hand and began to revive it. After a minute or two, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it, pulling and running her tongue all around it. Without letting go, she swung a leg over so we were in a 69 and her pussy was right over my face. I leaned up and started licking her clit, eliciting a moan that vibrated around my cock. I could feel my cock reaching full erection and relished the feel of her lips and warm, wet mouth. I now had two fingers sliding in and out of her as I sucked her clit, when she suddenly let go of my cock and cried out as another orgasm ravaged her body.
When it had passed, she stroked my cock a few more times, then moved forward until she was above it and lowered herself onto it. In this position, I could see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy and her puckered pink anus just above. I wished my tongue were long enough that I could give her a rim job from here, but figured I’d have an opportunity soon enough. She rode me for a while, facing away from me, but before either of us came she stopped and dismounted, turning to me to ask if I’d do her doggy style. I told her I’d love to.
She took a position I’d seen her in a couple of times from her window, on her knees with her face down on the bedspread. I moved around behind her and, running a hand over each cheek, leaned forward and ran my tongue up from her pussy to her tailbone and back again. I pushed the tip of my tongue against her anus and licked around it, eliciting a long, low moan. I straightened up and rubbed my cock over her pussy before plunging into her slippery sweetness. She let out a grunt and gripped the bedspread as I buried my full length into her. I started slowly withdrawing and pushing in while holding her hips and she came almost immediately. I was pleasantly surprised by how easily she orgasmed and wondered how her ex-husband could have ever walked away from such a simmering sexpot. I got a good rhythm going and slipped my hands up from her hips to her dangling tits. I felt her fingers brush my shaft as I pulled out and gently touching my balls before she went to work on her clit. I don’t think I had ever before felt so relaxed during sex, knowing that I didn’t have to worry about holding out for her sake. I straightened up and grasped her hips again and began long, slow strokes which quickly increased in pace until I was slamming my hips against her sweet ass. As my cock began to swell, she whimpered as another orgasm caused her pussy to convulse. My own orgasm immediately followed and I filled her with another load of my spunk.
I flopped on the bed next to her and she lay against me with her head on my shoulder. We talked about what we had gotten ourselves into with only excitement and no shame or regret. We talked about the potential for regular rendezvous and how to accomplish them. Eventually, she dozed off and I followed pretty close behind. At some point during the night, I became aware that she’d gotten up. We’d never turned on the lights and the room was very dark. I could hear her moving around somewhere in the house, I assumed to make sure the doors were locked and we hadn’t left the stove on or anything.
I had dozed off again by the time she came back and only woke after I realized my dream about getting a blowjob from my friend’s mom wasn’t actually a dream and Ellen had come back to bed and was now sucking my cock. She realized I was awake when I ran my hand through her hair. Picking her head up briefly, she mentioned how she hadn’t had any dessert so she was having a midnight snack. I encouraged her to knock herself out and just lay there enjoying her lips and hot mouth sliding up and down my cock. I wished I could watch her head bobbing, but even with my eyes adjusted it was still too dark so I just lay there enjoying the feeling. She’d pause occasionally to run her tongue over my balls or up the underside of my shaft or around the head, her delicate hand pumping gently up and down at the base. I only felt one of her hands and wondered whether the other was toying with her clit or pumping a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy or maybe even tweaking her erect nipples. My orgasm built and built under her skilled sucking until I blew a load of cum down her throat. She nursed my cock until it was completely limp, then crawled up next to me and we were soon asleep again.
I awoke alone the next morning as sunlight streamed into Ellen’s bedroom. I could smell coffee and hear the clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen, but waited in bed to see what was going on. A few minutes later, Ellen entered carrying a tray laden with coffee and toasted bagels with cream cheese. She set the tray down on the foot of the bed and sat next to me. As she poured coffee, I took some cream cheese from one of the bagels and spread it on her nipple, quickly sucking it off. Ellen moaned and set the coffee down then reached under the covers to find my erect cock.
“I guess breakfast can wait,” she said, positioning herself on her back with her legs spread wide. I mounted her and slipped into her hot, wet pussy kissing her passionately as I made gentle love to her. I could honest to God do this every morning for the rest of my life. She wrapped her legs around me and raised her hips to meet my incoming thrusts. She came very quickly, as I was learning she had a habit of doing, but I continued to slowly slide in and out of her, taking my time and thoroughly enjoying the feel of her pussy. She came once again just before I did, then I came with such intensity that I was briefly lightheaded. We recovered for a few minutes then sat up and turned out attention to breakfast.
Once we’d eaten, Ellen had me wait in bed while she took the tray back to the kitchen. She tossed something to me as she reentered the room. It was a bathing suit – one of Chip’s, I guessed.
“Suit up,” she said, “we’re going for a swim.” I asked her if we really needed suits and she asked if I’d ever had sunburn on my cock. I took her hint and slipped into the suit as she pulled on her skimpy red bikini. We went out to the pool and the cool water woke both of us up more than the coffee ever could have. Though we did make out some in the pool, she deflected my efforts to go any farther. I had visions of setting her on the edge of the pool and eating her pussy and fucking her on the diving board, but it looked like they weren’t to be.
When I finally asked her what was up, she told me a story about swimming nude one afternoon when she was home alone and having one of those little recreational airplanes flying back and forth over her until she finally had to make a run for the house. For several days afterward, the plane came back and buzzed around the house hoping for another show. I wondered about the day I’d seen her masturbating naked in the sun, but couldn’t ask her without letting on that I’d seen it. Maybe another time. We did manage to get ourselves very worked up, though, so we exited the pool, me pitching a tent in my swimsuit and her with hard nipples trying to bust through her top. Ellen pulled a chaise lounge under the covered section of patio next to the sliding glass door and got on all fours on top of it.
“See anything you like?” she beckoned over her shoulder as I stared appreciatively at her ass. I dropped my swimsuit to the concrete and my tentpole sprung out. Kneeling behind her, I pushed her swimsuit bottom down her thighs, leaving it on her as I rubbed my cock against her furry pussy before pushing in. Ellen’s hand slipped between her legs again as I pumped in and out of her, resulting in another of her quick orgasms. Feeling her orgasm vibrating on my cock was just incredible and I kept stroking in and out, holding her hips. I happened to look to my right side and was incredibly turned on by our reflection in the sliding glass door. I could see my stiff shaft appearing and disappearing below the smooth curve of her ass and I could see her hand buried between her legs. I untied her top and pulled it off so I could see the reflection of her hanging, pointed tits. Her head was turned in the other direction, so I had her turn so she could see, too.
“Oh my God, that’s hot!” she commented and another orgasm tore through her. Watching had heightened my arousal as well and I quickly came myself. We headed back into the house shortly thereafter and as Ellen hung her red bikini up to dry, I commented on how sexy she looked in red and asked if she had any red lingerie, recalling the night she’d gone to the mall. She turned to me with bright eyes and told me that I would be getting a special treat later that day.
We took a shower together in the huge shower stall in the master bathroom, ending up fucking in front of the huge mirror when we were done. From there, with the whole day in front of us and over 24 hours before Chip would be home, we fucked like rabbits all over her house. We watched pornos and fucked on the couch in the living room, we made like Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger in “9 ½ Weeks” on the kitchen floor, we even went out to the garage just to fuck in her car (with the agreement that at some point we’d actually drive somewhere and try it again).
Ellen is an incredible woman, a hot woman in more ways than one. We had an incredible time that weekend and for the rest of the summer, encouraging Chip and his sister to spend many more weekends with their dad. I’m back at school now, reflecting on how this all got started as I prepare for another weekend with Ellen. She comes up and picks me up every few weeks and we spend a couple of days at a nice hotel fucking each other silly. We have a lot of phone sex, with me jerking off thinking about her dildo sliding in and out of her pussy. Sometimes, if we’re both really worked up and we can’t make the upcoming weekend work, she’ll drive up just so we can take a quick drive somewhere. I know eventually one of us is going to have to move on and leave the other behind, but neither of us is worried about that for right now. I’m feeling a lot more relaxed and doing extremely well in school not being distracted by trying to get laid and I can see that our experience is helping Ellen heal from her divorce. I hope someday she’ll find someone who can give her more of a relationship than I can, though I know I’ll feel some jealousy and I’ll miss her once its over. I also know that I’ll find someone else, too, someday, but until then we have each other and we are going to make the most of it.