Kimmie wanted her ex-boyfriend to talk with her divorced mom about hooking up with his father but the young stud and her mother ended up having an amazing experience.
Daughter Kimmie;
My mom is so cool. She's letting me have this party in our rec room in the basement. My friends just graduated high school. It's great to meet up and find out what everyone's doing with their lives after graduation. The music has a great vibe. Most are drinking beer, but others are smoking weed. Thank goodness it's legal now in our state.
I told mom she could join in. My friends think she's super. But she said she'd rather chill in our TV room on the third floor. I'm kind of worried about her. Dad and mom divorced last year and she hasn't been dating since they split. That's not a life. I'd go crazy without sex for a year. She's a manager at work and doesn't want to date any co-workers. I tried to get her to use a dating website, but she wouldn't do it. She's a very hot foxy-forty lady that I know men would die to be with. Oh well, hopefully she will get out of her funk someday soon. I talked her into getting a medical marijuana prescription and I hope she tries it. Maybe that will get her in a better mood.
Mom, upstairs: Ann
Kimmie has such nice friends. No wonder, she's such a lovely girl. Even though the party is two floors down, I can hear the buzz of their chatter over the music. I can smell the marijuana from here. I'm not worried about that. I smoked a bit in college but haven't since I became a mother. Gee, I'm feeling so old. Hell, I even put on a summer dress to greet the kids. That was way too formal. They were all in casual jeans and shorts. Am I becoming an old fuddy-duddy? Oh no, perish the thought.
I'll just sit here and watch a movie while they have their fun. Oh great, here's an old comedy on TV. I've seen it before, but it might get me out of this serious mood I'm in. Hell, smelling that grass reminds me that I got the medical marijuana prescription filled today. Kimmie talked me into it. I'll take one of those liquid tablets. Thank goodness you don't have to smoke it like we used to. Smoking marijuana made me cough like crazy. This is much more civilized.
Kimmie talking with ex-boyfriend, sports jock, Matt;
She says, "Great to hear you got that rugby university scholarship."
Matt replies, "Thanks. It's a great program. I can't wait to start this fall."
"Matt, your father is single right?"
"Yes."
"You've known my mother for a long time. My parents split up a year ago and I'm trying to get her out dating. Do you think your father and my mom would be a match?"
Matt;
My mind flashes to a vision of Kimmie's mother. She's very fucking hot. Long blonde hair, pretty face and a hot body for an older lady. Totally fuckable. Look up the word MILF in the dictionary and there is a picture of Mrs. Young. My dad would love some of that. Who wouldn't?
"Sure, your mom is a real catch. My dad would be a lucky man."
They had pool parties and I have a memory that is etched forever in my brain. Kimmie's mom was wearing this sexy bikini and I was sitting on the side of the pool when she leans down, I mean way down, and gave me a glass of lemonade. I could see down her cleavage to her glorious tits. She kept talking to me bent down as my eyes were bugging out of my head. These were the first up close breasts I'd ever seen. I just about creamed my swimsuit. I got home and beat off thinking of Kimmie's mom's tits in her sexy bikini. I used to fantasize that she was just teasing me. She was my go-to, horny vision when I masturbated for a couple of years until I got into real fucking.
"Do me favor, my mom is up in the TV room. You know where it is. Go up and talk to her about your father."
"Sure. No problem."
I'd love to chat with her sexy mom. I'd love to envision her getting banged by my dad. Hell, maybe they'd be humping in the master bedroom in our house beside my room. What a horny thing that would be.
Ann, upstairs;
My, that marijuana is sending strong sensations all over my body. It's acting so fast and strong. Kimmie warned me that today's marijuana is much stronger than my college days. The colors in the room are so vibrant. Even the air I breathe seems so fresh and alive. My crotch is waking up, too. That's a bonus. Wow, let me feel down there through the cloth of my dress. Ummm. That feels so good. I'd forgotten how my ex and I used to get high and make love all night. Grass really turned me on. Ah, the good old days. I'll have to get my trusty vibrator out later and quell this heat in my girlie parts.
Who's this coming up the stairs? The door is opening. Oh, it's Matthew, Kimmie's good friend. I think they may have dated for a while. Yes, I remember, they broke up because he was such a flirt. She said he kept going out and bedding all the good looking girls. He is quite a hunk. Hell, who can blame him for what comes naturally? No harm in having fun when you're young and free.
"Hi, Mrs. Young. Good evening. Is it okay if I come in to chat a bit?"
"Of course, Matthew, it's my pleasure. I hope you are having lots of fun at the party."
"Yes, it's great. But I needed a break. I've always found you very interesting to talk with. I hope you don't mind"
"Of course, Matthew, I've always loved chatting with you too. And call me Ann. You're eighteen and an adult now. Come and sit with me here on the sofa."
The sofa sinks as he sits on my left. He has an athlete's trim muscular body and is very tall. I feel so small beside him. Being this close makes me realize how much he's matured over the last number of years. My heart beats a bit faster. I haven't been this close to a man in so long. Matt has certainly matured into a real man. He has a strong masculine smell. Maybe it's the grass heightening my senses. I'm feeling alive all over whatever the reason.
"Kimmie was saying that she's trying to get you out dating again now that you're single. My dad is a bachelor now too. You must have met him at one of your pool parties. It would be great if you two would hook up. You are such a beautiful woman. He'd would be a lucky guy."
"Thanks Matt. That's so sweet of you to say. It's true, I should started dating. It's been so long since I've been with a man. Oh, my heavens, I shouldn't have said that. You must think I'm an easy, nasty woman."
"No way, Ann. To me you've always been the perfect lady."
"Sure, tell your father to give me a call. I hope he's a perfect gentleman like you."
He's looking down shyly and this gives me an opportunity to check him out. His short-sleeved T-shirt shows off his perfect biceps and his hands are large. I can see his chest muscles bulging through the thin material. His face is very handsome in a macho way. His hair is cut in the new fashion with it extremely short below and then longer above and very stylish. His jeans are very tight, and this accentuates the substantial bulge at his crotch. It's easy to see why the girls fall for him.
Matt;
Holy fuck, I'm feeling so nervous. Shit, I never feel nervous around girls. I know why. It's because I've fantasized about doing Mrs. Young since forever. It's all that jacking off thinking about her tits when I was young. It's like she knows my dirty thoughts and I'm feeling all guilty about it. I've got to get those wimpy thoughts out of my head. I'm Matt, the man now. The guy that gets the girls.
"Let me turn off this television so we can have a good chat. So, Matt, I hear you have a university sports scholarship. Good for you."
"Thanks. Ann. Yes, all my work and training paid off."
"What sport did you pick. I remember you were good in so many."
"It's rugby."
"Oh, I've never seen a rugby game but I understand it's very rough."
I look up boldly into her eyes. I like to look straight at girls to let them know I'm the man here.
"True, but I like it and I'm good at it."
Like the others, she looks down and I can see a light blush on her cheeks. She looks weed-stoned. It's all over her face, the relaxed happy look. I never thought of her getting high other than a little wine. Her dress is very nice. It's a yellow shoulder-less summer dress with a nice amount of cleavage. Fuck, there are those tits I jerked off to. They look so ripe. I remember her daughter Kimmie's boobs were very perky with small nipples. Too bad she dumped me. She's a great girl and a hot fuck. I wonder how Ann's nipples look compared to her daughter's. That's a wild fucking thought. Matt, you've been constantly horny this past year. Maybe you should ease up on the steroids. Girls seem to almost line up to get laid. It's been so easy. But Kimmie's mom, come on, really? Put your pecker back in your pants.
Ann;
Jeez, I've read stories in the newspapers about how rugby players in college get into big problems with girls. But I've known Matthew since he was a kid. He's always been a nice, respectful boy.
Oh my god, he's looking down at my breasts with a hungry, sexual look in his eyes. What should I do? It's likely nothing. He's just a young horny guy. It's all harmless and natural. He has a bevy of young girls to be with. On no, I just felt my crotch throb. Must be the grass hitting my erotic buttons. Oh hell, Ann, you do have to get out again. You need a man. No girl, you need a good fuck is more like it. Obviously, Matt is not going to happen. With a mind of their own, my hands just clasped over my crotch area. They instinctively are protecting that turned-on, erotic area from this testosterone pumped up stud. I must admit, it's nice to know that a handsome young man finds me sexually desirable. It makes me feel feminine like a real woman again. I'll just have a bit of guilty fun here with young, Matt.
"I can only imagine how much working out you must have to do to win an athletic scholarship."
