The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
I've always been fascinated by sex. It's been a prominent feature throughout most of my adult and teenage life. I'm a reasonably good-looking guy. I don't work out or keep particularly fit, but you couldn't tell. I'm David. I'm slim, well proportioned and don't look my age. I've been told that there is a sense of mischief in my eyes that women find exciting. I'm 40 now and I've seen and done things sexually that a lot of men would dream of but I'm not bragging. I'm not a big head β that's not my style. I simply know that when, eventually my time comes one thing I won't be able to say is that I wish I'd had more sexual encounters!
This story happened at a time when I needed cheering up (sex always cheers me up). I'd had a major relationship break up and was kind of on the rebound. I'd met a girl 10 years younger than me. I was actually trying to pull her mate but things didn't work out that way, and I've learned that when it comes to sex, most of the time it's best to roll with the punches. Debbie was tall, slim and reasonably attractive. She wasn't a stunner, but there was something... well...French about her features. We had a few drinks one evening. Me, Debbie and her mate. Things were beginning to look like a threesome was on the cards as Debbie and Elaine had made their love for each other quite plain. As the evening went on, Elaine got too drunk, and we had to call a cab and get back to her apartment where we were all staying for the night. Elaine collapsed onto the couch and fell into a deep, deep sleep. Debbie and I retired to the bedroom and despite the fact that she said she never sleeps with men on a first date, we slept together. We didn't have full sex, but she gave me a fantastic blow-job and finished me off with her hand, while I gave her a shuddering orgasm with my fingers. She had a full bush and large clit that I found a massive turn-on at the time and I wanted more. A lot more.
The relationship moved up a gear and eventually, we decided to move in together. We found a house and bought it. It needed a little work, like heating and a new roof, so while that was being done; we took up the kind offer of moving in with Debbie's parents. They had a nice big house in a secluded part of town and before too long, we were all one big, happy family. Well sort of happy...
Debbie's mother, Carol was a flirty sort. She was in her fifties and in reasonably good order. She'd put a bit of weight and few wrinkles on but she kept herself tidy. She'd been married to her husband for thirty-odd years. He had his own business and often left Carol by herself in the house. Carol took full advantage of this situation and frequently had 'social evenings' out with 'friends'. It was quite clear that she was unsatisfied sexually. I'm a nosey bugger and one afternoon, having been left alone in the house, I went into Carol's bedroom and found two vibrators, hidden in the drawer under her bed.
One day soon after, Debbie announced that she was going, with some friends to a gig in London. This meant being away for the afternoon and night. Carol was going out and her husband was in Florida for two weeks. I arranged to stay over at friends' and do some serious partying that night (purely to numb the effects of missing Debbie of course).
The day came and Debbie went off with her mates. I quickly drove over to my dealer and scored a bit of weed for later. I then came back to the house to watch a couple of hours of TV and then get ready to go out. I have very little will-power and decided to roll a small joint before I had a bath and typically, soon began to wish I wasn't going out. I called my friend and made a lame excuse for not going over, preferring instead to open a bottle of wine with the house to myself.
I very quickly became bored and wished that I had taken my friend up on his offer. Debbie phoned and I told her I couldn't be bothered to go out, which pleased her because she wasn't exactly in favour of my hard partying. By about ten o'clock I was ready to chill out and get comfy on the sofa with a take-away and a movie. Then I heard the key in the front door. Carol was slightly disappointed to see me curled up on the sofa. She had left her friends early with the idea of having the house to herself and a nice long bath.
"Sorry Carol. I'll get out of your way. I could do with an early night anyway. I can go and watch TV in my room"
"It's OK Dave. No need for you to clear off. I'll just have a quick bath and join you with that bottle of wine if that's OK. I fancy watching something on TV and just chilling out." Which was exactly what I had in mind....
While she was having a bath, I took the opportunity of rolling another joint and letting the dogs out for their last loo break. When I came back in, I was buzzing and delighted to find that I wasn't looking too stoned! Carol was sitting on the sofa, dressed in her pyjamas and a white cotton dressing gown.
"I hope you don't mind me slobbing like this, but I couldn't be bothered to dry my hair and just wanted to relax"
"Hey no worries Carol. It's your house, you do what the hell you want. Fancy that glass of wine now?"
"Ooh yes please! I've been on mineral water all night. I could do with getting a bit tiddly!"
"What do you fancy watching?" I said as I opened the nicely chilled bottle. I poured Carol a glass and handed it to her
"Oh, I don't really care. Whatever you were planning." Carol said taking a sip from the glass while she looked at me. Was she flirting? I thought I picked up on some signals a few days ago, but I'm a guy and I'm not really very good on women's subtleties.
"Well I couldn't find anything worth watching, if you can then you're a better person than me!" I joked "I hate this. Over 200 channels and not one decent programme, and I refuse to simply watch TV for the sake of it."
"Well....we could talk if you want" Carol said softly.
I knew she was cracking on to me, but this was my girlfriend's mother...in her house!
I tried to break the mood by suggesting putting some music on instead. Carol agreed and because she has a dreadful taste in music suggested that I put on something from my collection. I went to my room and selected some chill-out instrumentals and some classic soul CDs. When I put them on, it seemed like every track was seduction music. I thought 'She's going to get the totally wrong idea here!'
I decided to leave it to fate and put the CD on random and sat back down. I was still buzzing from the joint and the alcohol merely enhanced my mood. I had to face it; I was beginning to feel quite horny.
"So are you and Debbie OK then?" Carol asked "I must say, she seems a lot happier since she met you. Her last so called boyfriend was a complete caveman, and I think it's nice she's met someone older than her, with a bit more experience"