Monday morning, back at work, I was wading through the pile of paperwork from the weekend, when I heard a soft tapping on the door frame of my office.
It was Donna. "Hi. You have a good weekend with your son?" she asked
"Yes." I replied, "I always have a great time with him."
"Good, I'm glad" she said.
I noticed the sad look on her face, probably remembering the death of her own son, three years previously.
"Um. Ah...you want to come over for dinner tonight?"
I looked up with a smile. "Just dinner?"
She blushed. A divorced woman, who'd had two children, blushing at my somewhat suggestive question.
"Well. We'll have to see what Debra is doing, but...well...we'll see" She was blushing like crazy. I loved it.
After work, I went home, showered, put on fresh clothing, and headed over to Donna's. The door was opened by her 16-year-old daughter, Debra. "Hi Al. How ya doing?" She smiled up at me. She had a huge smile on her face. She was beautiful. Even better than her mother, not that I'd mention it.
As I entered, Donna was just coming out of the bathroom, obviously having just showered. "Hold on I'll be right with you."
In what had to be a record for any woman, she was out of her bedroom in 6 or 7 minutes, looking quite spectacular. Not as much make up as usual, not that she needed, or I wanted it, and had a short, tight fitting skirt, and white blouse on.
After dinner we sat on the couch, did some idle chit chat, and watched the boob tube. Debra sat in her room doing homework.
A bit after nine, Debra exited her bedroom, went to the bathroom, and shortly came back, saying good night, went into her room, closing the door.
Donna was on me in a heartbeat. I never saw her coming. One moment we're saying good nigh to her daughter, the next instant, I have 99 pounds of sexy woman plastered on top of me, a tongue heading buried in my mouth, and a small hand caressing my quickly growing cock.
I didn't object.
As she checked out my tonsils and ground herself against me, I wrapped one arm around her upper back, the other I caressed her magnificent ass. I briefly thought, yet again, how did I manage to get his smoking hot lady to want me so much?
As we tongue wrestled, I slid my hand up under her skirt, feeling her stockings, until I touched bare skin on her upper thigh. I had briefly noted, I suppose, on our earlier liaisons, that she wore thigh top, not panty hose. I loathed panty hose. Invention of the devil.
My fingertips brushed the crotch of her panties, which were soaking wet. I touched her, making her wiggle against me.
"Let's go in my bedroom." She said.
I helped her up off me, and we went into her bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I whispered "Are you sure this is alright? I don't want to upset your daughter..."
Donna plastered her mouth against mine. "SHhhsh. Don't worry about it, we'll be quiet"
Remembering our previous couplings, how she moaned and screeched, I wasn't so sure, but...Damn she was hot, and I was horny, she was willing...sooo
We made it to the bed.
Donna's clothes were neatly on the chair in her bedroom, mine were on the floor, in a pile. She pointedly looked at them on the floor, and said "You could have put them on the chair, too."
She turned towards the bed, I took a look at an exquisite ass, sitting atop a great pair of legs, with a sexy gap between her thighs right up to what I knew was a tasty, shaved pussy.
She turned around, catching me staring at her ass. "You done looking?" she said as she laid back on her bed.
I went around to the other side, pulling the covers down halfway. She spun around, pushing the covers down on her side, and facing me, put her arms out for me. We moved together, her hard nipples trying to bore into my chest, me returning the favor, trying to drive my hard cock into her stomach.
I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I loved how tiny she was compared to me. She, at 5'4", 99 pounds, me at 6'-6", 220 pounds. She felt very comfortable atop me.
Her lips glued to mine, her nipples driving into my chest, my hard cock between her thighs, we spend a rather long time kissing, caressing, rubbing, moaning, and gently thrusting against each other.
"You ready to ah..you know...um...?"
I loved how innocent she sounded. At her age, having had children, her up bringing still made her sound unsure, questioning, when we engaged in sex. She was obviously hot and horny, but very shy in talking about it. And there was that thing about her not touching my cock. I made up my mind to force the issue.
I lifted her off me, putting her face down on the sheets. I moved and straddled her on her thighs. I reached up, and began rubbing her shoulder, neck, upper arms and back. Her low moaning and shifting of her body let me know I was making her feel good.
I leaned down, kissing her neck, shoulders, and ears. I nibbled on her ear lobe just a bit, my breath entering her ear enough to send goose bumps down her body.
Her moans became louder.