I seriously considered giving this person a ring, being just 19 and in university. I wasnât a virgin, by any means, but I wasnât exactly a stud either. I also hadnât had any sex since I started uni a year earlier, so I picked up my phone and dialled the number. It rung for a minute before someone finally picked up, a woman with an easy-on-the-ears kind of voice, although she did sound quite older. âHi, Iâm calling in answer to this numberâs ad in todayâs paper,â I said. âOh,â came the reply, and then some shuffling before an exhalation and: âIâm happy you called.â âWell, my nameâs Jake Chambers and Iâm 19 and in uni,â I said, figuring there was no point prolonging the conversation. âCool, Iâm Vivian and, as the ad said, about 47 in need of a good night. You do know thatâ all I want, donât you?â she said, expecting the worst. âYeah, and thatâs all I really want anyway.â âSo, what do you look like?â she asked sexily. âOh, around 5 foot 8, reasonably well built with blondish-brown hair and baby blue eyes. Yourself?ââWell, Iâm around the same height, honey blonde hair with an alright body.ââAwesome, do you wanna do it tonight?â I asked, now excited.âSure, do you want to do it at my place?ââSounds cool by me. Where?ââ1 Vale road in-ââReally! I live a couple of blocks away,â I interrupted.âGood. 7:30?ââYep.ââSee you tonight.ââDitto.âAnd that was it. I was going to fuck some random woman, and it all took about 5 minutes of planning. Why the hell didnât I take the personals more seriously before? *The day passed quickly enough, and before I really thought about it, 7:00 rocked around. I thought of going for the casual look but doing myself up a bit to make me a bit more sexually appealing.I walked out of the small apartment building into quiet suburb. Green was predominant, so it was pleasant walking the few blocks to my destination. I stood outside a very nice house ten minutes later. Nice kempt garden, clean, and with a nice kind of brick for the house. I rapped on the door kind of quietly, but before I went again I could hear the muffled thump of feet on timber coming my way. The door was opened slowly, and a woman appeared that I would fuck most days. She was obviously self-conscious about her looks, because she had a nice body considering the age, certainly no match for any of the sluts at uni, but she looked to have taken the years quite well. I didnât expect her to be this good-looking, especially if she needed to utilize the personals to find someone, but she underestimated herself.âWow!â I said lamely. Could that have been any cornier!She didnât seem to care, instead she smiled, showing perfect, white teeth, and a smile that made her look much hotter than when she was neutral.âThanks,â she said. âCome in.âShe stepped aside, letting me in, and I was guided down a spacious hallway into a wide living room with ridiculously comfy-looking blue couches. âWould you like anything?â she asked, sounding about 100 hundred times more confident than at first. âNo thank you, Vivian.ââDo you want to get straight to it?ââIâm game.âWith that tiny conversation, she approached me, locked her arms around me, clutched the back of my head with her right hand and brought my lips to hers. We kissed passionately there, locked in an embrace that I didnât want to part, but eventually our hands wandered over each otherâs bodies, and I started to grow hard. She noticed and pulled away, grinning mischievously.
With a flick of her head to get her blonde hair out of her face she kneeled and fumbled with the zip of my jeans. She pulled my jeans right down, letting my bone almost free in the loose confines of my red boxer shorts, which she pulled down and then off, too. With just a shirt on, she advanced on my hard-on, taking me deep inside her mouth. And she was good. I couldnât believe how hot she looked running her red lips up and down my cock. It was like getting head from a model, and I was living out every young manâs dream of getting with an older woman.She didnât suck me off for too long, which Iâll admit made me frustrated, but she stood up and took off her tight, white shirt with a fluent movement, revealing her black lace bra. She tilted her head and smiled, to which I answered by snaking my arms around her back, bringing her closer to me, and unhooking her bra. I bowed my head and started kissing and sucking areas on her tits. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes while her breathing grew deeper. Slowly, I worked down, stopping to take my own shirt off, then resuming. My hands traced down her hips to the top of her thin, loose grey pants. I slowly slid them down, kissing her tummy and getting to her black gee-string, which I also pulled down excruciatingly slow. Her breathing grew faster now, as I kissed her lips and drew my tongue into her pussy, licking it up and down, while getting it in as far as possible and savouring the juice I lapped up.Her clit started to grow, and she indicated for me to stop by lightly touching my head. I looked up into her baby blue eyes and without speaking we decided to get serious. I shot up and let her arm guide me to the big, soft couch. She made me lye on my back, which I wasnât used to, as I always took the top because I am usually physically more enduring than most women Iâve been with.I looked into her eyes, which changed from a nice, loving woman to a sex-hungry, hot woman. So far we had been going for the slow, loving fuck, but it was now going to get a lot more rough, not that I minded.She started by getting over me on her hands and knees with her cunt only inches from my aching cock. She looked straight down between us and grasped by manhood and guided herself down onto me. I entered a wet, warm, semi-tight pussy that was in need of a good fucking. Evidently, she knew full well how to take control, and instantly she started fucking me hard. I groaned and shut my eyes, and she did the same, arching her back and letting out a sexy moan that turned me on all the more. I grasped onto her thighs while she rested her hands on my chest and kept going. She kept on pumping and I moaned more than I had ever moaned, in my memory, such was the professional way she fucked me. But her lack of time with anyone meant that she reached orgasm well before I did, and when I felt that familiar shuddering from my partner that rocked my cock, she slowed, letting her juices flow freely down my shaft. I was feeling so good at that moment, but, frustratingly, she stopped. I thought, for a second that I wasnât going to reach orgasm, but I quickly shifted around quickly, even startling her, so that she was sitting with her legs spread as wide as possible, but resting her hands behind her back, making her sit up. I held her left tit with my hand and quickly kissed her and started again. I donât know if she expected us to stop when she reached orgasm, because her face was showing either surprise or extreme pleasure. âHoly shit!â she moaned. âOh,â she screamed.âThatâs right Viv, Iâm gonna fuck you until you faint!â I bellowed.âOh, yeah, fuck me!âAnd thatâs what I did; I drove my dick in and out of her until she shuddered in an explosive orgasm once more, which triggered me on the wonderful road that is an orgasm. âIâm cumming!â I moaned.âFuck yeah, shoot your load into mamma!â she half-squealed.That was too much. I exploded. Hot, white cum shot deep into Vivianâs womb while images passed through my head of how hot she was and how much older she was: old enough to be my mother! I was more turned on than all the times in my life put together and to show it I shot more cum than I thought possible down into my loverâs cunt than I thought possible. I stopped and she collapsed on the couch with my semi-flaccid cock still buried in her. I put my body on her and kissed her deeply in post-coital bliss. âYouâre good!â I said breathlessly.She looked at me, a look that almost made me go hard again, and said: âI havenât ever been fucked like that!â I smiled, she smiled back and I kissed her again, bringing myself closer to her and mashing her 47 year-old tits against my chest.
After we woke up, at around 10:00, I put my clothes on and said goodbye.âCall me if you ever want to do that again!â she called to me as I walked down the hallway.âI sure will.â And I meant it. I was definitely going back there again.*I went a couple of days thinking about it and I started a relationship with someone else from school, so I didnât want to call Vivian because I wouldnât be able to cope with the guilt. But I started thinking about random things in those couple of days. My father called late one day and I had my weekly chat to him. My mother had fucked my father in school but they had been to young to want to cope with a son, so I was adopted out. I had tracked down my father, but my mother still eluded me. I somehow got onto the subject of mum while on the phone to dad. He said that they didnât ever see each other again after me, and she had been pulled out of school and sent somewhere else, so he had no clue as to her whereabouts. Although, he said that a girl from school was best friends with my mum all through school, even after my mum left that particular school. âI could probably find her somewhere around town, because I know she stayed her like me,â he told me. A couple of days later I got a call from someone named Shirley something. âYour mother moved to the city, and I think she changed her name because of what her parents made her do to give you up.âShirley also told me about some of the things mum did, which would be easy to track in the place I was, in a suburb not far from the city.Three weeks later I finally tracked down someone who knew my mother and told me where she would be on a Saturday morning: watching men play rugby at the footy ground one suburb over. So, one Saturday I drove out to this oval and saw a person sitting on a bench under a big pine tree. I hadnât been able to track down my motherâs name, so I felt kind of stupid walking across the grass pondering what to say.As I got closer I noticed that my mother was wearing a big straw hat with sunglasses, which would be awkward. But I strolled up there anyway and stood by the side of the bench, but I had walked to her from behind, so I was still invisible as yet.âHi⌠I know this might sound crazy⌠but Iâm⌠youâre son,â I said, breathing hard now.Mid-sentence my mum had looked at me and seemed to recognise who I was, although I couldnât recall her face from anywhere, especially behind that big hat and sunnies. She was also wearing a blue, revealing dress.âJake⌠is that you?âI recognised that voice from somewhere, and it only took me two seconds to realise where. I couldnât ever forget that voice.âShit⌠Vivian.âShe took off her hat and sunnies looking at me strangely, like she was finding a long lost son, but her reaction was completely different.âAre you sure?ââWell, not entirely positive, but I was told by your friend, Shirley, that you liked doing this, and that you changed your name. I asked the rugby coach and told me the same woman sits here and watches them every Saturday.â She stayed silent.âDid you have a son in high school only to give it away and then move schools?â I asked slowly.Her head dropped and tears started rolling down her cheeks. âYes,â she said through sobs.I looked down, not knowing what to think. She hugged me and started crying openly. âDo you think we could forget everything and start over?â she said.âWe could try.â But I knew it would be bloody hard to do that and put behind the best night of my life. But we didnât know. Itâs actually kind of funny if you think about it.TO BE CONTINUED(I plan to elaborate a lot on this, so I hope you liked this part)
