I strongly suggest you read "My Wife's Big Assed Best Friend" and "Susan's Mum" before you read this, so that you can get some background into the characters.
Ok let's go...I hope you enjoy this...
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So I'm going to state, right from the get go, that I have set limits on the ages of women that I fuck - no older than my mother and no younger than my son. My mum was 78 when she passed and my son is 35. But in this story, I have breached those limits by having sex, the most incredible sex by the way, with the most beautiful 20 year old girl and her name was Heather.
Now if you have read the two stories, mentioned above, then you will understand when I say that Heather is Susan's daughter.
Over the years, I had seen her grow from 3 year old, whose temper tantrums could break windows, into a gorgeous, young woman of 20.
She's quite tall, about 5' 7" and her long blond hair falls about shoulders and frames her stunning face. Her breasts are not huge, just enough, I'd say.
In tight jeans, she has a knockout bum.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about taking her to bed, but what happens in this story is not of my making. She may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but this was entirely conceived by Susan, with a little help from Heather, although I didn't know it at the time.
Every Boxing Day, for the last 10 years, at least, my wife Max and I have had dinner with her best friend Susan at Susan's Mum's house. Susan lives in a city in the south and manages to come up to our town most Easters and every Christmas.
For those of you not familiar with English Christmas culture, Boxing Day is the day that comes after Christmas Day.
Over a delicious meal of roasted pork rib, roasted potatoes, sausage and vegetables, Max and Susan were hatching a plan of what to do while Susan and Heather were in town.
I was secretly hoping that Susan would come to ours and stay over. It had been a since a good sex session had been enjoyed by the three of us.
Max was trying to convince Susan to go and see a movie and have dinner with her, afterwards. I looked across at Heather, who seemed to be smiling at me. Neither of the three women, present at the table, noticed, so I smiled back.
"I think going to the movies is a great idea," said Heather. " You should go, Mum."
" Aren't you coming?" asked Susan.
"No, I don't feel like hanging with my mum and her best friend. It feels a bit icky," Heather replied.
"You can't stay here, all by yourself," replied Susan. "Your grandmother is going to your uncle's for dinner."
Heather looked at me and asked, "Couldn't I come to your place and hang out with Alan, Aunty Max?"
Max looked at me with pleading eyes. I'd seen the look many times and she knew that I could rarely say no.
Heather was really happy when I said yes.
"Brilliant!" she exclaimed. "We can order pizza and watch movies on Netflix."
"We can watch movies," I replied. "But I'm cooking. There'll be no take out pizza."
The following day, Max called Susan and arranged a time for Susan to pick her up. Susan was to drop Heather at our place and collect Max at around 3 pm, as the movie started at 4.15 pm. She needed time to find a place to park and queue for the cinema.
At almost 3 pm, the doorbell rang and seeing as we have a kind of "open door" policy, during the day, the door opened and Susan walked in, closely followed by Heather. Susan was dressed a very fetching black dress, that clung to her shapely contours, highlighting her large arse and ample tits.
I felt my cock give twitch of approval.
"Are you planning to make a night of it?" I asked. "I mean you look like you're dressed for more than just watching a movie."
Susan explained that they had dinner plans afterwards at a newly opened hotel in the city, that had sky top restaurant. This had been corroborated earlier by Max, when she let slip that the two of them might actually rent a room for few hours after dinner, for little "catch up time". She said the last part with a wink in her eye, which suggested that the two girlfriends would be banging each other's brains out.
"Nice to know someone will be having fun," I replied, in a disappointed tone.
As Heather removed her coat, I allowed myself a crafty look at her. She wore a long, cashmere sweater type dress, that stopped half way up her thighs. Her legs were dressed in a pair of jogging pants.
My cock twitched its approval once again.
The two ladies each kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye, finally leaving me alone with Heather.
We took a little break after sitting through some hideous teen drama on Netflix, that Heather cajoled me into watching with her. Honestly, I couldn't have been in anymore pain even if someone had forced red hot needles through my eyeballs.
I went into the kitchen to make coffee, leaving Heather to scroll the lists and find a decent movie to watch.
I was just filling the french press with water when I noticed Heather loitering in the doorway.
She seemed nervous and so I asked her what was on her mind.
"Alan, can I ask you a personal question?"
"That depends on how personal," I answered, still filling up the french press.
"Okay," she replied. "Do you and Maxine still have sex?"
I turned away from the work bench, put down the kettle and looked her directly in the eye.
"I mean you are both in your 50's and I was wondering if you still did it."
"That is an incredibly personal question that I will not answer;" I replied. "But I am curious as to why you even came up with it"