Loading...‘Dammit, where is that place?’
Those words came from my friend Andy, who was driving the car we were in. I was in the back seat, feeling a bit off since I had been out partying the night before. Sitting in the front passenger seat was Greg, completing the trio that was in the car that day. My name is John, and the three of us were on our way to a birthday party. But not just any birthday party.
Andy, Greg and I are in a band together. At the time of this story, we had been playing for about a year and a half, and things were just starting to pick up for us. We had done some pretty good gigs in the right venues for the right people, and by now we had some interesting offers from various record labels to consider. But today was not about one of those gigs that you do for fame or fortune. This gig had been planned for some time, since back when those interesting offers hadn’t surfaced yet, and it was of a more personal sort.
Paul, our rhythm guitar player and the fourth member who completed the quartet that made up our band, was not in the car with us. He was already at the party, waiting for us to arrive with the car and all the instruments and gear which was loaded up in the trunk. The birthday party was for Paul’s mother, and since she had apparently been quite a fan of our music since the early demo recordings, we had decided to give her a small, laid-back, acoustic session at the party as a present from the band. Well, to tell the truth, the present was mostly from Paul. We didn’t know his family very well, and Andy, Greg and I hadn’t really been that keen on doing this gig. It was out of our way, it didn’t pay any money, and the likelihood that any important people from the entertainment business would be at the party was practically zero. But, we had agreed to do it anyway, mostly because we didn’t want any conflicts within the band now that things were beginning to happen for us.
‘This is pointless, where IS that place!?’ Andy said with an irritated voice.
We had been driving for 45 minutes to get to the party, and the road directions that Paul had given us the day before had turned out to be pretty vague to say the least. The party was at Paul’s childhood home, where his parents had moved in a few years before he was born. None of us had ever been there before, and the place was out in the countryside, surrounded by acres and acres of pineforest. We had located the town, if you could even call it that, but we couldn’t find the house. As far as we knew, there was going to be quite a lot of guests at the party, so we drove around looking for a house with a lot of cars parked outside. But we had no luck. Andy was trying to reach Paul on his cell phone, but out here in the woods he had real problems getting a connection.
‘Damned phone, it’s just typical that it won’t work when you really need it!’
Andy’s irritation was growing. Greg, who was in the front seat, tried to calm him down a bit, saying that the phone would probably work if we tried again in a few minutes or so. That was Greg’s role in the band, besides being the drummer; he was always the calm one, who never got irritated with anyone or anything. Whenever there was an argument over something, like someone being late for rehersals, it was always Greg who stepped in and calmed things down. Now he was doing it with Andy, who was cursing over Paul’s lousy directions.
In the meantime, I sat pretty quiet in the back seat. I was cooped up there with a big guitar amplifier that we didn’t have room for in the trunk. The old car was hot, the atmosphere was not the best thanks to Andy’s anger, and my head was heavy with a hangover from the night before. I had been out with a couple of old friends, and we had ended up downing quite a few beers together. The last couple of weeks, I had spent so much time with the guys in the band that I had really appreciated a night off from them. Perhaps I had gone just a little too far in my drinking because of that, and today I was really regretting that last pint of lager… My attitude to this whole thing was pretty simple. I was going to do my job, and then try to get away from the party as quickly as possible, as I had no real interest in staying once our ‘birthday gig’ was over. After all, I didn’t know anyone there except for Andy, Greg and Paul, and I was honestly in no mood or condition to start making new friends that day.
‘Finally!’, Andy suddenly exclaimed when his cell phone connected to the network. Paul answered on the other end, and got quite a mouthful from Andy about his poor road directions. Andy went on like that for a minute or so, before he got around to the important thing; finding out exactly where we were going. Then he hung up the phone, murmured a few chosen words about Paul, and started the car again. Without telling me and Greg anything about what Paul had said, he started following the new directions which he had obviously been given. It turned out that there was this small dirt road that we had missed – and that Paul had never mentioned in his original directions – which after a few minutes drive led us up to our destination.
Arriving at the house, we could see that the party had already begun. The house itself was pretty big, with two floors, but still with an air of a timber-log cabin. It was painted red, as was the big barn that we could see about forty feet behind the house. The garden was big and mostly made up of a plain grass lawn with very little trees or bushes. The property was fenced in by a three-foot high hedge, and I noticed a couple of apple trees at some distance from the house, but apart from that the garden looked kind of like a big playing field, perfectly suited for summertime games. Today, however, that field was being used for other purposes. Paul’s family had put up a number of tents all over the lawn. In the tents there were long tables which seated all the party guests. And there were quite a few of them, I’d say probably 150-200 people.
Well, we finally pulled up at the gravel driveway and started to unload all the stuff from the trunk. It didn’t take long before Paul noticed that we had arrived, and he came up to us to help out. He apologised for having given us so poor directions, and Greg and I had no problem forgiving him. Andy however, didn’t seem to drop the matter completely. He told Paul that it was ok, but I could tell that he still held a small grudge on him.
Before we started setting our stuff up, Paul wanted to introduce us to his family, and especially of course to his mother who was the centre of attention this day. So, we headed off into the crowd to find them. The first ones we ran across were Paul’s sister and brother, Carla and Tom. She was two years younger than Paul, and Tom was three years older. We introduced ourselves to them, and the Paul asked his brother:
‘Where’s mom and dad?’
‘I don’t know’, his brother replied. ‘I don’t think they’re together at least. They had one of their fights again just a few minutes ago, in the kitchen. I saw dad storming out off the house, and I think mom stayed inside to see to it that the dessert was being prepared properly.’
‘Oh, that’s just great’, said Paul, obviously pretty used to his parents quarreling.
Just then he spotted his dad across the lawn, and yelled out for him.
‘Dad! Come over here, I want you to meet the guys from the band!’
His dad came over and introduced himself, but it was pretty clear that he was trying to hide how upset he was. His name was Gary, and was 52 years old. He didn’t look bad, but you could see that age was starting to have some claim on his appearance, with some thinning hair on top. But he seemed like a nice guy, and it felt like he was glad to have us at the party after all.
‘Hi guys, so nice to finally meet you. I like what I’ve heard on the recordings that Paul has brought home, so you’d better give us a good show today’, he said with a dry smile. ‘Why don’t you help yourselves to some food first, and then you can begin whenever you’re ready.’
‘We’ll try our best’, Paul replied with a small laugh. ‘I just want to introduce the boys to mom before we do anything else. Where is she?’
‘Somewhere inside’, Paul’s dad said with an irritated tone and turned back into the crowd of guests again, obviously not caring very much where his wife was.
Paul showed us in through the back entrance from the patio, which led directly into the kitchen. There he spotted his mom, who was busy telling the caterers just how and when she wanted the dessert to be served. She had her back turned to us, but once she heard Paul’s call for her she turned around and approached us.
I couldn’t believe my eyes! Paul’s mother was a total knock-out! This was her 45th birthday, but you couldn’t have guessed her at that age. She could easily have passed herself off as at least 35. Her hair was a chestnut brown, made up in a beautiful way for the party. It looked like it would reach her to her shoulders or something like that, but now it was put up to reveal her neck. Her eyes were deep brown, and framed with a wonderful set of long, dark eyelashes. The nose was pretty small and pointed slightly upwards at the tip, which helped to highlight the curves of her lips, which were made up with a dark red lipstick. Her skin was beautifully tanned, and her whole figure was both slender and full of curves. She was wearing a white pearl necklace, which fell halfway down her chest, and curved upwards to the clasp in the back of her neck. It complimented her soft, tanned skin perfectly, and looked like a string of satin beads that had been chosen to match her black and white dress which emphasised the form of her breasts and hips. On her right wrist was a matching bracelet; two strings of white pearls held together by a gold clasp. The dress ended just above her knees, but a long slit ran up her left thigh and clearly showed her sexy pair of legs. Holding the dress in place were two thin, white straps, carefully aligned on her shoulder in an attempt to disguise the straps of her bra. I guess they had slipped out of place without her having noticed it, because I could just get a glimpse of the ivory-white lingerie against her skin.
‘Hi boys, I’m so glad you could come today!’, Paul’s mom began. ‘I’m Mrs. Freemont, but I’d really prefer it if you all just called me Amy. Paul has told me so much about all of you that it feels like I almost know you already’, she continued with an amazing smile.
Andy, Greg and I introduced ourselves, and I could tell that the others were as struck by her beauty as I was. Mrs. Freemont went on telling us how much she liked the recordings that she had heard, and that she was really looking forward to seeing us play later. We all stood there in the kitchen, small talking, before she suddenly noticed something that the caterers were doing wrong behind us.
‘No, no, that’s not right at all!’ she suddenly cried out. ‘I told you: first the ice cream scoops, THEN the diced melons!’
She turned to us briefly just to excuse herself, before she again focussed her attention on the kitchen workers. As we left the kitchen, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on her beautiful body. Passing through the back door, I thought I saw her turning her eyes in my direction for just a short moment…
As we came out on the patio, Paul showed us to some tables were the food buffet was set. We all helped ourselves to some food, and then began setting up our equipment on the patio, which was going to act as a small stage for our gig. All the while when we were rigging the amps and the drum kit, I couldn’t get the image of Paul’s mom out of my head. She had positively stunned me with her amazing looks, and I still couldn’t get it through my head that this was Paul’s mom; a married 45-year-old who had given birth to three children.
But even with Mrs. Freemont’s image fixed in my mind, it didn’t take us long to set our stuff up. When we were finished, Paul grabbed the microphone and called for everyone’s attention. He introduced himself as ‘the birthday girl’s youngest son’, presented the rest of the band, and asked his mother to sit down in the centre front row of the chairs that had been placed while we rigged the stage. Mrs. Freemont didn’t take long to follow that request, but I noticed that Paul’s dad wasn’t anywhere near her. Instead, I spotted him over by the barn, leaning towards the wall with a sour look on his face. Needless to say, a few pondering thoughts on why that was ran through my mind, but they quickly cleared as I heard Paul count the first song in.
For the next half hour or so, almost everyone at the party was listening to us playing our songs. The acoustic set was somewhat different in style than how we would normally perform, but it was fitting for the occasion and also a nice change for us in the band. Although I would have wanted to keep my eyes fixed on Mrs. Freemont all that time, I was of course aware of how strange that would have seemed. Still, I glanced at her from time to time, and she seemed to enjoy her birthday gift. She was smiling, and sometimes singing along, and for short moments she and I exchanged looks. I was just fascinated by her, not only by her amazing looks but also by the way she seemed to enjoy every minute of her birthday. I just couldn’t understand how someone – let alone her husband – could be mad at her and not wanting to be around her. It was none of my business of course, but I couldn’t stop wandering what was going on between Paul’s parents.
Anyhow, our show was a complete success. We got lots of applauds from the guests, and Mrs. Freemont positively beamed of pride for her guitar-playing son. Once the gig was over though, the guests again began to mingle around, and the familiar murmur of a partying crowd soon returned. My original plan of leaving the party as soon as possible was still in my head – along with the image of Paul’s mom – and I got my gear packed up quickly. While the other guys continued packing, I started to feel the need for a bathroom. So, I asked Paul where I could find one.
‘Just head into the house, pass through the kitchen, and then turn right in the hall. It’s the first door on the left’, he said.
As I went through the kitchen, the caterers were just putting the finishing touches on all the dessert servings. They were working just as frantically as they had before, but I noticed that Mrs. Freemont wasn’t around now. When I reached the bathroom, there was a pretty long line of people waiting by the door. I didn’t bother to count them, but I guess there were about ten people ahead of me. Since I still had my mind set on getting out of there as quickly as possible, I decided to try and find another bathroom. So I headed upstairs, and started looking around. Heading down a hallway, I went through an open door on the far end and found myself in what appeared to be Paul’s parents’ bedroom. There was a double bed on the right end of the room, and a dresser facing it on the opposite end. Two windows were facing me, and they were covered by sets of light blue, sheer curtains. Just beside the dresser was a door, which I assumed lead into a bathroom, so I opened it. A small shock went through my body when I found Paul’s mom in there, touching up her make-up. She too was a little startled, and jumped when I entered.
‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Freemont!’ I blurted out. ‘I didn’t know you were here, I was just looking for a bathroom, and I…’
‘Don’t worry about it, John’, she interrupted me. ‘It’s not as if you caught me in a very embarrassing situation, and I did see the line outside the bathroom downstairs, so I can’t blame you for coming up here.’
‘Still, I’m so, so sorry for barging in on you like this’, I continued. ‘I’ll just head back downstairs and let you finish what you were doing, Mrs. Freemont.’
‘Didn’t I tell you to call me Amy?’, she said with a smile. ‘Mrs. Freemont is my mother-in-law, and being called that only makes me feel so old.’
‘Alright – Amy’, I said, feeling a bit more relaxed. ‘But I wouldn’t worry about age if I were you, you don’t look that old.’
Just when I uttered those words I realised how they might have sounded. Slightly panicked by my unintentional little insult, I desperately tried to repair the damage as best as I could.
‘Oh… I mean… Well, I didn’t mean to imply that you ARE old, I meant to say that you don’t look like 45. Or… Perhaps what I’m trying to say is that…’
She interrupted me with a coy laugh.
‘That’s alright, John, I think I know what you meant.’
She put down the lipstick that she had been fidgeting with as we spoke, and took a few steps towards me. Standing just before me, she suddenly stretched out her hand and gave me a stroke on the cheek. Her other hand reached for the door, closed it, and locked. All of a sudden her eyes had become more serious, and after a few seconds’ silence she said:
‘And don’t apologise for coming up here. I’m actually kind of glad that you did. You know, when I met you downstairs earlier, I couldn’t help but think that Paul has a very handsome friend in you.’
Completely taken by surprise, I didn’t know how to respond to that. But I didn’t have to. As Paul’s mom started moving her lips towards mine, she continued:
‘And I saw the way you looked at me too…’
Her lips landed on mine. Paul’s mom was kissing me, and I didn’t know how to react. Was she just teasing me, playing with me after seeing that I had been attracted to her? Our lips touched for just a moment, and she kept looking into my eyes. Then she placed her hands around my neck, and gave me another kiss. This time, I could just feel the tip of her tongue on my upper lip. That’s when I knew, and I started kissing her back. The kiss started out carefully, but I soon had my hands on her hips, and the kiss grew more intense. But suddenly, there was a knock on the door. We both jumped at the knock and abruptly ended the kiss, just as if someone had walked in on us. Outside, I heard Paul’s voice.
‘Mom, are you in there? Are you alright?’
Mrs. Freemont took a few deep breaths, and then replied her son.
‘Yes, Paul, I’m OK. I just felt a bit of a headache coming on, and came up her for an aspirin. I guess it’s all the excitement of the party that’s getting to me. But I’ll be fine, I think I’m just going to lie down up here for a few minutes and relax. Don’t mind telling the guests, I’ll be down in a moment.’
She turned her eyes back on me and put a finger to my lips as we waited for Paul’s reply.
‘OK, I’ll just head back down then.’
Thinking that Paul was leaving the room, Mrs. Freemont approached my lips to continue the kiss. But suddenly we heard Paul say:
‘By the way, have you seen John anywhere?’
‘No’, she replied. ‘Oh wait, I think I saw him waiting in line by the bathroom downstairs.’
‘OK, thanks’, was Paul’s short reply.
We waited for a few seconds to make sure that he had really left the room, and then Mrs. Freemont again turned her full attention on me. We continued to kiss passionately, and her hands moved from my neck down my back, where I could feel her fingers exploring. I was just lost in the moment. But as I moved my hands from her hips, up her body, caressing her, I suddenly became aware that I was stroking her breast. Sure, I had been with a few girls before that, but at that point I became painstakingly aware of whom I was kissing and touching. Like a needle the thought shot through my head: This is Paul’s mom! And I stepped back with a jerk.
‘What’s the matter?’ she said with a surprised look.
‘I’m sorry. This is wrong. I…’
‘What’s wrong about it?’, she said before I could continue. ‘Didn’t you like that?’, she asked with that coy smile back on her face.
‘Of course I did, I… But you’re Paul’s mom!’ I tried to sound as convincing as I possibly could.
‘Yes I am’, she replied. ‘And you’re his friend. But no one has to know about this!’
‘But you’re married. And almost twenty years older than me!’
To be honest, those three things were getting me excited, aside from Mrs. Freemont’s beauty. But feelings and ethics were not on the same side of my head right now, and I guess she could tell what my heart really wanted.
‘Yes, I’m married. To that grumpy idiot standing outside by the barn, sulking because I’m having a party for all my friends. My husband and I haven’t gotten along for three years, and I’m done waiting for him to change his behaviour. And as for my age, I guess from the looks that you gave me before that my being 45 isn’t much of a problem for you.’
‘But…’
I didn’t have time to say anymore before she was kissing me again. Her lips were so warm and soft, and as her tongue started to play with mine again, I couldn’t resist anymore. My hands were soon back were they had been before we stopped, caressing her upper body and breasts. As I felt Mrs. Freemont’s hands pulling my shirt up and starting scratching the skin on my back, things started to heat up. My dick was growing in my pants, and there was no more doubt in my mind – I wanted her. My hands worked their way down her back and to her ass, where I stayed for a moment, feeling her firm cheeks. Then I started pulling her dress up, ever so slowly. As my lips started to explore the side of her neck, I worked my way down to her pearl necklace. Gently kissing the pearls and the soft, tanned skin underneath them, I continued to ease the black and white fabric of her dress up her hips. All the while she was softly moaning, with her hands still on the skin underneath my shirt. When I had pulled the dress up to reveal her ass fully, I again placed my hands on her rear end. My dick jerked as I felt a thong between her cheeks, and as I moved my fingers along the panty line, I could feel it curve over her hips, and as I reached the front I discovered a smooth patch of satin covering her pussy. As my right hand returned to her lower back, my left ventured down her front, and I started to massage the soft mound just above her clit.
To begin with, I was massaging her through the thin, shiny fabric of her panties. Mrs. Freemont was still scratching the skin on my back and kissing my neck, and her moaning was starting to get louder. I put my fingers inside her panties, but just as I touched her clit, she suddenly pushed me away.
‘Not here. I don’t want to do this in an uncomfortable bathroom’, she said with a wet look in her eyes.
She took me by the hand, and turned the lock of the bathroom door. With her dress still up on her hips and her satin thong fully revealed, she lead me into the bedroom. She quickly moved to the door leading to the hallway, and closed it. She then turned the key, removed it from the lock, and put it on the dresser. With that, she again turned to me. Speaking in a low, sexy voice, she said:
‘Let’s do this properly.’
She grabbed a hold of my other hand, and put my arms around her neck.
‘Help me get this dress off.’
I kept my eyes fixed on hers as I carefully slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. I leaned forward and kissed her skin softly, before I reached back and slowly zipped her dress open. After that, it didn’t take much effort to make it fall to the floor. And there she stood before me, looking so amazing. She was wearing a white bra, with the bottom part of the cups in gleaming satin. The upper parts were in lace with small, inlaid pearls, and I could just discern the upper part of her nipples under the see-through material. I could see that they were hard, as the shiny satin caught the sunlight from the windows, and outlined the perky tips underneath. And it was only now that I got a good look at her panties, which I had caressed only minutes earlier. The white, satin triangle just covered her pussy, and showed a small, moist spot on it. Along with the bright, white pearls of her necklace and bracelet, the sight of Paul’s mom was really making my heart pound. As I grabbed her by the hips and moved my lips towards hers, she put up her hands against my chest and shook her head.
‘No no, let me help you with yours first’, she said with a smile.
Before I knew it, she was unbuttoning my shirt. While I had undressed her gently, she more or less ripped my shirt off as fast as she could. She spent a few seconds feeling my chest, but then quickly had me raise my arms as she pulled my t-shirt off me. She threw it on the floor, and before it had landed she was busy unbuckling my belt. She crouched down, and with a distinct yank she pulled my jeans down to my ankles, but then suddenly slowed down. I stood there as if I had now idea what had just struck me, and Mrs. Freemont was still crouched in front of me, as she slowly looked up at me and gave me an amazing smile. She changed her position to standing on her knees before me, and then she raised her hands to the waist line of my boxers. Softly she touched my crotch through the cotton, and said with a light giggle:
‘I think someone needs some more room…’
Then she pulled my underwear down, and my cock sprung free. I’m not really hung like a stallion, but still with an average-sized limb, but just as any other guy I have been very self-conscious about my size now and then, but this was not one of those times. I wanted her, she wanted me. Right there and then, nothing else mattered. Mrs. Freemont looked at it, smiled eagerly, and carefully grabbed it with her left hand. As she moved her lips towards my dick, I stopped her and said:
‘No, do it with your right hand.’
‘Why?’ she replied, looking a bit confused.
‘I want to see your pearls. That bracelet is so sexy.’
Without a word, she changed hands. As she gave my dick a few strokes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the strings of pearls sliding up and down her wrist as she moved. Then her lips touched the head of my cock. She started out just kissing it lightly, but soon her tongue was swirling around my cock. I grew harder in an instant, as Mrs. Freemont continued her expert treatment. As I looked down on her, I felt that this woman really knew what she was doing. The girls I had been with before this had all been about my age, and although they had all done a pretty good job, it was not much compared to the blow job Paul’s mom was giving me now. She continued with the same energy for a few minutes, and then started swallowing my dick completely. As I felt the back of her throat touch the head of my cock, I couldn’t restrain myself. Grabbing her by the back of her head, I softly but firmly started to help her maintain the back-and-forward motion. At the same time, she started to play with my balls, and she must have felt them twitch, because as I was just about to cum, she suddenly stopped and stood back up again.
‘We don’t want that to happen too soon, do we?’ she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I was so hot then that I grabbed her by the wrists, and locked her arms in a firm grip behind her back. Without saying a word I started kissing her again, wildly and passionately. Responding to my kisses, it wasn’t long before Mrs. Freemont showed me that she had other things in mind. She freed herself from my embrace, and pushed me backwards. She then moved to the bed, and lied down. Placing a pillow under her head, she then stretched her legs up in the air and spread them wide. Her chestnut hair was still fastened to the back of her head with a white hair clip, but a strain of her fringe had come undone and was hanging down in front of her face. Looking through it with an almost animal-like look, she remained silent, but signalled with her finger that she wanted me to come over. I knew exactly what she meant, and I kneeled down beside the bed. I reached out my hands to touch her knees, and then slid them down the outer side of her thighs, kissing her skin as I moved downwards. When I got to the hips, I let my left hand stay there, while I put the fingers of my right hand over the satin patch between me and her pussy.
Slowly I started rubbing her clit through the shiny satin, and that moist spot quickly grew bigger. I looked up at Mrs. Freemont’s face, and saw that she had thrown her head back over the pillow and was grasping the bed spread with her hands. Her chest was heaving up and down from her heavy breathing, and I could see her pearl necklace roll between the satin cups still covering her tits. I bent down my head again, and pulled the panty front aside. Her exposed pussy was not clean-shaven, but still neatly trimmed. Thin lines of black pubic hair lined the outer edges of her labia, and above her clit was a small patch of short hair. I leaned in, and as my lips touched her clit, I could feel Mrs. Freemont’s body flex instantly. Her pelvis lifted from the bed and pushed into my face, as I continued to kiss and lick the button above her crack. Soon I was helping with my fingers, working two of them in and out of her pussy as I rolled my tongue around her clit. And all the time Mrs. Freemont was bucking up and down, with a steady rhythm to match my fingers’ movement.
I don’t know exactly how or when it came to me, but suddenly I had an idea. I started to crawl along her body, kissing and caressing my way up her waist and stomach. When I reached her chest I started to fondle her tits, just going wild from feeling her through the smooth, delicate satin of her bra. I let my hands slide to the back of her neck, where I unhooked the clasp of her necklace. Mrs. Freemont squirmed under me as I returned to her crotch, and she gave the horniest look I’ve ever seen as I moistened the white pearls of her necklace with my tongue. She knew what I was going to do, and she couldn’t wait for it. Holding the stretched-out string of beads between my hands, I gently placed it over her pussy and started to slide it up and down her crack. Her juices mixed with the saliva that was already on the pearls as I picked up speed. Mrs. Freemont was almost losing it, and she threw her head around so much that the hair clip came loose and freed up her beautiful hair. As it fell down she continued to throw her head from side to side, making her look like some wild animal in heat. I continued to rub her clit and crack with the necklace, licking and kissing her pussy at the same time.
‘Yes, yes! More…’, she moaned silently.
Mrs. Freemont was struggling hard to hold back her moans. She didn’t want anybody to hear what was going on in that room, in the middle of her own birthday party, and with her husband outside by the barn. I looked up at her, and as I saw her eyes roll back, every muscle of her body seemed to flex, and Mrs. Freemont held back a scream as her whole body trembled in an orgasm. She bit her lower lip as her body relaxed and fell back on the bed spread, but I was far from finished with her.
Still holding the now wet necklace, I crawled up again. Mrs. Freemont looked exhausted as she lay under me, breathing heavily. I kissed her cheek and neck as I put the pearls back on her, which left a trail of wet spots on the skin of her chest. Rising up on my left hand, I let my right hand cup her breast. As I felt the hard nipple through the satin against my palm, I looked deep into her eyes. Still breathing heavily, she whispered:
‘John, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me. It’s been so long…’
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I took my hand from her tit and grabbed my hard dick, and pointed it towards her waiting pussy. I started to tease her a little by just touching the crack with the head of my cock, but she couldn’t wait any longer. Her hands travelled down my back and grabbed my ass, and with a firm push she forced me inside her. My cock softly slid in all the way down to the base, and as my balls smacked against her skin, Mrs. Freemont lifted her crotch against me, as if to make me go just a little deeper. She gave out a loud moan and lifted her head to my ear and whispered, almost hissed, through her teeth:
‘Fuck me, John. Fuck my pussy.’
And I fucked her. Moving in and out, I started to pick up speed, and we soon found a mutual tempo. We started to kiss passionately again, and I continued to pound her pussy as she wrapped her legs around my hips. My hands were everywhere, and her fingernails were scratching my back. Her panties were still on, pushed to the side, and as my dick moved up and down I could feel the shiny satin brushing against it.
I don’t know how long that went on. It could have been two minutes or two hours, I was completely lost in time. But eventually, I pulled out and stood up on my knees in front of her.
‘Take these panties off, they’re only in the way now’, she panted.
Mrs. Freemont held her beautiful legs together and lifted them up in the air, as I slid the wet panties up her stems. Having removed them, I threw them on the floor, and Mrs. Freemont crawled up to standing on all fours. She positioned her pussy just in front of me, and looked back at me. Her eyes were begging for more, and I moved in. She was still wearing that sexy bra, and in her present position her tits were filling those cups to the maximum.
‘Do me doggie style, John. I haven’t done that since I was your age…’ she said.
I don’t know if it was those words that did it, but right there and then I was so turned on by this mature woman in front of me. The very fact that she was almost twice my age, and could easily have been my own mother, stirred something in my mind. I pushed inside her again, and leaned forward over her back. My hands grabbed her heavy tits, and I weighed them in my palms as I started to fuck her again. The satin of her lingerie felt so smooth in my hands, but soon I decided that enough was enough. I leaned back again, and as I unhooked her bra, her tits came free. Sure, you could tell that she wasn’t 19, but those tits were so beautiful. I bent over again and held them in my hands, feeling them swing back and forth as I kept pumping her from behind. Mrs. Freemont pushed her face into the bed spread and started to scream.
‘Yes, yes! Fuck me, John! You’re so good!’
Her muffled moans and screams were driving me wild, and soon we switched positions again. I slid out of her and threw myself back on the mattress, with my hard cock pointing up into the air, waiting for more. Mrs. Freemont didn’t take long to straddle me, and ever so slowly she lowered her body on top of mine. Her pussy was so wet by now, and she had no problems sliding down on it. Soon she was riding my cock, and I could tell that she enjoyed deciding the tempo. She went from just moving her crotch in a circling motion around my dick, to humping it wildly up and down, and as I felt my juices building up I grabbed her hands. Our fingers locked us together as she continued to ride me, and when I felt that climax was near I sat up, with my cock still inside her, so that she fell down on her back in front of me.
‘You want to come on me?’ she said, as I continued to push in and out of her warm pussy.
‘You know I do’, I responded with heavy breathing.
I pumped faster and faster until I could hold back no more. I pulled out and grabbed my cock, which was gleaming with juices from her pussy. My whole body jerked as I shot my cum over her stomach. The first shot went all the way up to her head and landed on her left cheek, and as my dick continued to pump, it left a few strains of sperm on her naked tits and stomach. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, and we lay in an embrace for a few minutes, just catching our breaths together.
‘Mom?’
That was Paul, again knocking on the door. I jumped up, quickly grabbed my clothes and began to dress. But Mrs. Freemont reached out and halted me, as if she didn’t want to risk me making any noise. She held her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet without words. Taking a deep breath, she then called back to Paul outside:
‘Yes, Paul, I’m still in here. I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep, that headache really got to me.’
‘You’ve been in here for 45 minutes’, Paul continued. ‘Are you sure you’re OK?’
Mrs. Freemont and I looked at each other. 45 minutes? How was I going to explain this to the guys? The same thought must have gone through her mind as well, because she looked a bit worried too. She turned her attention towards Paul again.
‘Yes, honey, I’m OK now, I just fell asleep. I’ll be down in a few minutes, just let me fix my hair first. You go down and tell the guests, if they’ve been asking about me.’
‘Alright.’
We heard Paul head down the stairs again. I continued to put my clothes on, and Mrs. Freemont sat up on the side of the bed.
‘Thank you, John’, she said softly. With one of her fingers she wiped the speck of sperm from her check and put it in her mouth. ‘You really made my day, you know.’
‘Thank you, Mrs. Freemont. It was amazing’, I replied as I buckled my belt.
‘It sure was’, she said as she reached for the bra that was thrown on the bed. As she put it back on, she rubbed the cum on her stomach into her skin, and continued:
‘I hope we’ll be able to do this again sometime…’
I gave her a smile, and grabbed the key on the dresser. As I opened the door, I gave a final look and just said:
‘Happy birthday, Mrs. Freemont.’
Her reply was short:
‘Amy.’
I nodded and threw her a kiss. Then I headed back down the stairs. When I came out on the patio, I found the guys waiting there. All the gear was already packed up in the car, and as they saw me Paul almost shouted:
‘Where the hell have you been!?’
‘The bathroom’, I replied, trying to sound calm.
‘For almost an hour!?’
Paul’s question made sense…
‘I waited outside the bathroom down here first, but the line was too long. So I went upside and found another bathroom. Then I had to stay there for a while, there was something in that buffet that didn’t really agree with me…’
I was lying my ass off, and the response really wasn’t that convincing. Greg and Andy seemed to buy it, but I could tell that Paul wondered where I’d really been. If he had only known… Anyways, Greg, Andy and I got into the car and drove off. I was in the backseat again, cooped up with the same guitar amp as on the way to the party. As we left the driveway, I looked back through the rear window. I saw Paul still standing there, just looking at us as we disappeared in the distance. Behind him, I saw Mrs. Freemont – Amy – come out from the kitchen. Her dress was back on and her hair was put up as it had been earlier. You couldn’t see what she had been up to upstairs; that was a secret between me and her. I saw that she followed our car with her eyes before turning back into the crowd of guests. I crossed my fingers and hoped that I would somehow, some day, meet her again. Only time would tell…