I got to Matt's place as arranged for our Friday evening out. Matt and I have been friends for several years. We are both eighteen and we both hang out together quite a lot. Unfortunately Matt got a girl pregnant and he's decided to marry her sometime next year. Their baby is due any day now.
Matt and his fiancΓ© live with his parents, Mr and Mrs Gelas. Mrs Gelas is friends with my mum too.
Mr and Mrs Gelas are Spanish and have been living here for over twenty years. Matt was born in England. We both met at school and have been friends since.
I know Mrs Gelas more than Matt's dad, as Matt's dad has something to do in finance and is abroad quite a bit.
Mrs Gelas is in her late fifties almost sixty I think, she had Matt at a late stage in her life. Matt has an older step sister; Sofia. Sofia is Mr Galas's daughter from his first marriage. Mrs Gelas is a housewife, a pretty lady, very slim, around fifty kilos, curly red hair to just below her shoulders. She has green eyes and her complexion is pale, with freckles. Her tits are small.
I rang the doorbell and Mrs Gelas answered the door.
"Hi Mrs Gelas, is Matt there?"
Mrs Gelas said, "Alan, how many times have I told you, call me Val, and no Matt is not home, he's taken Mary to hospital, I think she is going to give birth."
Mrs Gelas, or, to give her her full name, Mrs Valentina Maria Socorro Gelas, seemed very anxious. As I suppose becoming a granny any minute now must make any lady.
She was wearing a short yellow dress, which buttoned up at the front, but had the top few buttons undone. The dress itself was of a thin material, I could see her nipples poking through.
I was about to turn around and go back home and said, "Okay, it's just that we had arranged to go out tonight. But I understand. I call him later."
Mrs Gelas said, "You don't have to go Alan, keep me company, I'm on my own and feel very nervous, waiting for Matt to call with some good news."
It was around eight o'clock; I scratched my head and said, "Okay, since I have nowhere to go now. I'll stay till Matt calls."
Mrs Gelas opened the door wider and let me through she kissed me on the cheek like she always does and said, "Go straight in, I'll fetch you a drink."
I took my shoes off as I always do on entering their house.
I said, "It's okay, I don't need a drink, I'm fine." And I walked through to the front room.
Entering the room I could see that Mrs Gelas had a bottle of wine open and a glass half empty, the bottle too was half empty.
Mrs Gelas walked in a minute later, holding a bottle of beer and a glass, "Here you go Alan, have a drink, we are celebrating. Maybe a bit earlier than the expected news, but never mind, we'll have another one when the news comes."
I had sat on a chair across from the sofa that Mrs Gelas was sitting on. She placed my drink on the table next to hers, she sat down and patted the seat next to her and she said, "Here Alan, come sit here, we'll have a chat."
I was a bit shy, but nevertheless, I got up and sat next to Mrs Gelas, and she said, "After all these years, you still feel shy to talk to me."
Because of the warm evening, I had on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt.
We started chatting and I asked, "Is Mr Gelas not home?"
Mrs Gelas said, "No, he's been gone since Wednesday and won't be home till Sunday."
She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip, so I picked up my bottle and poured it into the glass and drank a big mouthful. It was getting very warm sitting there, next to Mrs Gelas.
I then asked, "Mrs Gelas, can I use the loo please?"
She politely said, "Alan, it's not Mrs Gelas, it's Val. Please, call me Val, and you don't have to ask to go to the loo, you know where it is."
I nodded and got up to go. She had put some music on while I had gone and I sat down again next to Mrs Gelas.
While we chatted she had her legs crossed and her foot was almost touching my calf, on some occasions it did touch, that sent a shiver up my leg. Mrs Gelas has always been a touchy, feely person ever since I've known her; I guess it's just in her nature.
The way she sat, side on to me, I could not help but see down her dress and glimpses of tops of her boobs.
She asked me, "Alan, I've not seen you with your girlfriend lately?"
I coughed and said, "We split up, a month ago."
She said, "O, I'm sorry to hear that. Why? What was the matter?"
I, shyly said, "O nothing, it's just that she wanted to move at a quicker pace to me."
Val looked at me quizzically and asked, "What do you mean, quicker pace?"
I was not comfortable talking to Val about this so I said, "Mrs Gelas, could we talk about something else?"
She occasionally caught me looking down her dress and said, "Do you like what you see Alan?"
I looked away and coughed, several times, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, sorry."
She stroked my hair and said, "I've noticed the way you always have been looking at me. Almost every time you come around."
I didn't know where to look; I just looked down at my drink.
She asked, "Do you like older women, Alan?"
She was now actually rubbing her foot along my leg and she placed her hand on my thigh. She squeezed my thigh and said, "Alan, I want you to tell me everything, don't be shy. We've known each other for many years. Have you talked with your mum, about your relationship with your girlfriend and what she wants?"
I scratched my head and said, "No Mrs Gelas, I don't talk about that sort of thing with my mum."
She moved her hand higher up my thigh and said, "If I have to tell you one more time, I'm not going to be pleased, call me Val."
Then she asked, "So what sort of things have you done with your girlfriends? I hope you haven't done what Matt's done. Have you?"
I wasn't sure what she was asking, I thought she meant getting a girl pregnant. I said, "No, Mrs...Val, I've not gotten any girl into trouble."
Val rubbed my thigh, her hand went down and came back up, but rested even higher, just under the seam of my shorts.
She said, "O, I don't mean getting a girl pregnant! Alan, just have you, well, how can I put it. Become a man?"
I was getting very hot and jittery, my cock was getting hard. She must have noticed it through my clothing, I said, "Mrs...Val, I don't think this is what we should be talking about."
She took her hand away and grabbed her drink; she took a big gulp of the wine and then placed her hand right onto my shorts and onto my cock.
And she said, "Alan, you didn't answer my question. I asked if you like older women?"
I coughed again and said, "Yes, I'm not gay! I like all women."
Val asked, "Have you ever been with an older woman?"
My face must have been so red I said, "No, Val, I have not. But I have dreamt about it."
Val smiled a wicked sort of smile and said, "O be careful what you wish for Alan, it may come true, with interest."
I had no idea what she was talking about. I just smiled back and said, "I have a vivid imagination."
Val patted my shorts and looked into my eyes and said, "My, my, Alan, are you getting aroused? Is it what we are talking about? Or...Am I doing this to you?"
I looked down towards her hand on my cock and said, "Val, please, what are you doing?"
She squeezed my cock through the material, "O, Alan, you're a big boy!"
I took hold of her hand and pulled it away and said, "Please Val, Matt's my friend. We...I, can't do anything to befriend that relationship."
She placed her hand back onto my thigh and slowly moved it up, under my shorts and grabbed my balls and said, "How is he going to find out what goes on between us?"
She moved her hand onto my cock and started to stroke it. She moved her face closer to me and kissed my lips. I just thought at that moment in time, fuck it and kissed her back, just a peck on the lips as she had done. Her grip tightened on my cock and she moved forward and kissed me again. This time lasting longer, our mouths opened, our tongues twisted on each other's. I sucked on her tongue, I licked her teeth. We both passionately discovered each other's mouths.
I wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in tight, Val stroked faster, it become more intense.
We kissed for what seemed like a lifetime. Val then pulled away and said, "Let's go up Alan, I'll show you a whole new world."
She let my cock go and slurped down the last drop of wine in her glass. We both went upstairs, Val lead me by my hand.
We got to her bedroom and she turned and took my shorts off, my cock stood rock hard in front of me. Val held it and kissed the tip and said, "Take your top off Alan."
I took my tee shirt off and as she went towards the bed she pulled her dress over her head, she had nothing else on.
She lay down and called me over, I walked up to her and as I stood there, She grabbed my cock, "Nice cock, for an eighteen year old, what, eight, no must be a nine incher, thick too. Matt's dad's cock is a nice seven inches, but not this thick."
She sucked on it for a while and stroked it and as she looked up to me I was going to blow, if she had carried on a second longer I would have blown. But she let it go and asked me to get onto the bed.
I got on and was in-between her feet. She held her arms up and beckoned me to her. I moved closer and lay on top of her, my cock rested on her belly, we started to kiss again.
And it happened, shit, I had cum. Blasted four or five spurts onto her. I rolled off her and held my face with both hands and said, "I'm so sorry, Val, so sorry. You're so beautiful and I couldn't help it. Sorry."
Val laughed and said, "That's okay, Alan, no need to be sorry. It happens." She wiped her belly with her hand and licked it. I looked at her and she said, "You taste nice Alan, young boys cum, so sweet."
She then said, "This happens to a lot of men Alan, no need to be embarrassed. I suppose it must have happened to you with your other girlfriend's?"
I had to tell her, "No this is the first time."