During 2015-2017 I happened to have some amazing times with a mature lady fondly called "Auntie Lynda", This Is how it all started she's not actually an Aunt but a really close friend of the family her and my mother have been close friends for over 35 years, At the time I worked in a pub. It was a good place to meet girls and have a laugh. I was still living at home at the time and mum used to go out regularly with her friend called Lynda. For a woman in her 50's Lynda was stunning. They were as close as sisters, she was with her almost every day and we all used to call her Aunt because of this.
One night both my mother and Lynda stopped off in the pub where I was working for a drink before they headed off downtown for the night at the other pubs and clubs in town. Lynda was wearing a tight red jumper, black skirt and some very sexy knee length boots and tights. I sat with them for a while for a chat whilst on my break, made a few flirty comments to Lynda when my Mum wasn't around before going back to work. About 1am we had finally got closed up and shut down and I headed home. When I got home I realised my Mum had already got back, the bottles of wine and ash trays in the living room suggested she was not alone. This was not unusual, mum often invited people back to crash on the couch, however this evening Lynda was asleep on the couch, this was very unusual. I assumed her and Dave, her husband, had been fighting and she was staying the night.
I tried to tidy up quickly and quietly not wanting to wake Lynda but just as I was finishing she woke up. She was surprised to find herself on the couch and admitted she had probably drunk too much and fell asleep. She was worried about going home in the state she was in as her husband isn't keen on her drinking and going out on her own. As I finished off tidying up, Lynda sat down and had a cig and drink of water to try and sober up. We were chatting and as usual it turned flirty. She was telling me I couldn't handle a mature woman like her while I laughed and told her not to be so desperate for my cock. I went back into the kitchen as I was tidying up. I felt her come stand behind me, and place her glass on the side. I turned around and faced her. Without thinking I put my hands on her waist and pulled her towards me.
As we kissed passionatly, I ran my hands down over her skirt, cupping her arse, it was as firm as I thought and her tits pushing against me had me hard instantly. We pulled apart and without a word we began to undress, when we were naked she pulled me down onto the kitchen floor, me on top of her. I kissed and sucked her nipples feeling them harden. "Fuck me Martin please" she begged. I wanted to but knew that I would not last long due to the thrill of possibly being caught. After all, mum and dad were in the house, so instead I kissed down her body until I got to her pussy. I spread her lips and began to lick up and down her hole, tasting her juices and running my tongue over her clit. After a few minutes of sucking and licking I felt her tense up. She pulled my head hard on to her pussy and came around my tongue, clamping her thighs either side of my head.
I stood up and rubbed my hard cock up and down her pussy before pushing deep inside of her. I began to fuck her slowly, concentrating on not coming but she told me to "fuck her harder" and to "pound her pussy". I pulled out and told her to get on her hands and knees and slid back inside of her from behind. I fucked her hard, pushing my cock deep into her before pulling out and thrusting back in. I could hear her groaning as I fucked her, her big low hanging tits slapping together as she took my thrusts. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock as I erupted inside of her, shooting three or four big spurts in her pussy making her moan as I filled her as I pulled out I could see my cum leaking out of her it looked amazing.
I fucked her regularly after this and she taught me a lot about different ways to please and fuck. Every young guy needs a mature woman to teach them some tricks. Now let me tell you about a meeting I had with her that I will never ever forget.
Lynda, my Mother and a group of other women had been invited to Milton Keynes for a friend's hen weekend and it had been planned that I would go up separately and meet Lynda when she managed to shake Mun and her friends. I should explain I had been having sexual relations with her for the last 18 months behind her husbands back and im sure my mother didn't suspect anything.
Friday arrived and the women all got in a mini bus and set off to Milton Keynes and I jumped on the train. I had booked a night in a cheap travel lodge hotel and the plan was that Lynda would "lose" the others and meet me in a pub before heading back to the hotel.
I got to Milton Keynes at 6pm and booked in, had a shower and got ready in the room and waited for Lynda's text. It was about 10.15pm that evening, when she finally texted me to say that she had managed to get separated from everyone but this one drunk friend and they were now in a pub round the corner from my hotel. I was bored and a little annoyed that our night looked to be cancelled so I decided to go along to the pub. I didn't know the "friend" Lynda was with and she didn't know me so I thought there would be no risk.
I went into the pub, which was quite quiet and immediately spotted Lynda and her friend Sarah propping up the bar. Lynda looked stunning, her huge tits trying to pop out of a sheer black top with a black bra underneath and a short skirt. Sarah I would say slightly younger, maybe late 40`s was also a bit of a looker, long black hair and blue eyes and large tits, although not as big as Lynda's. I ordered a drink and sat at one of the cubical style seats and sent a message to Lynda telling her how sexy she looked.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lynda stand up and head to the toilets. I was just about to follow her in the hope of getting a crafty quickie in the loos when my phone went again. "Go flirt with Sarah, we need to try and lose her as I desperately want a shag tonight", was the message.
I walked over to Sarah and sat on the chair next to her and made small talk with her about her thoughts on Milton Keynes, telling Sarah I was a student here but was staying a few nights in the local travel lodge while the accommodation was being painted as the fumes were sending my head fuzzy. As we talked I could tell Sarah was tipsy. Lynda came back and I introduced myself to her and the three of us chatted. We all moved back into the booth area with a fresh supply of drinks.
