I had always been attracted to older women – I think it was something to do with the taboo of it all. The objects of my desire were usually friends of my mothers, my mates' moms, my aunty was pretty sexy and so were several of the supermarket checkout women.
The thing was I was only 18 and these women were all well into their fifties. They were always married, had kids my age or older and were generally unavailable.
But the younger women just didn't do it for me. I'd see an older woman and immediately get turned on by numerous things. Their more mature faces, the age lines around eyes and the face generally, the confidence that comes with age. Then of course there was their bodies – I love the older body with its imperfections, the fuller breasts starting to sag a little, the not so flat stomach and small bulges here and there. Don't get me wrong – I like a good figure, but just not some stick insect like twenty-something. I liked nothing better that waiting for an unsuspecting older woman to bend down in front of me and give me a good view down her cleavage.
But unfortunately like most 18 year olds I was stuck with girls my own age. Nice as though they were, not my ideal woman. But then again I had urges and wasn't about to turn down a blow job!
My latest girlfriend was Amy. She was a nice girl and we had been seeing each other for about 3 weeks. She had given me a blow job on the second date so I was pretty keen to take advantage of her willingness to keep me happy. Clearly after 3 weeks she was keen for me to meet her parents so here I was about to knock on the door and get introduced for the first time.
I had already noticed that the house was very nice – big, well presented and in a nice neighbourhood. I knocked on the door and waited. Amy answered the door and kissed me quickly.
I knew we were not staying long but she dragged me inside and told me that she wanted to introduce me to her parents.
She pulled me through into the kitchen where her entire family was. Her father was a nice looking man called John who warmly shook my hand and welcomed me with a big smile. Her brother seemed about 3 years older and also shook my hand. Then I got to her mother, Diane. She was stunning – she had dark shoulder length hair which was cut in a very fashionable style and subtly dyed. Her eyes were big and oozed confidence, she was dressed impeccably and her smile was very sexy.
Diane greeted me like I was a long lost son and immediately ignored my outstretched hand coming straight in for a hug. 'Dan' she gushed, 'It's so nice to finally meet you. Amy has told us so much about you.'
I was immediately aware of Amy protesting and telling her mother to shut up. All the while I was looking at Diane's body. It looked great for someone who was probably in her 50's.
I got to know Amy's family quite well over the next few weeks. I was often around there and would admire Diane and she strutted around her immaculate home. Every now and again I'd get a quick glimpse of cleavage and fantasise some more. She was always well dressed and very polite. They seemed a typical suburban family.
After about 1 month Amy asked me if I would go to her cousins wedding which was due in a few weeks. I knew that would mean the potential of a grope so happily agreed.
The morning of the wedding came around and I turned up at Amy's house. The family was all rushing around getting ready and I eagerly looked around for Diane to see what she was wearing.
As she entered the room I quietly gasped. She was wearing a skin tight purple dress which clung to her figure. It showed off every curve she had and looked fantastic. The skirt finished just above her knee and showed off a good amount of cleavage. I also noticed that her tits were not particularly big and were probably being boosted by a wonder bra. Her make up was immaculate as normal and her hair had been styled and cut. She looked a million dollars and extremely sexy.
To my surprise Diane turned to Amy and said, 'Amy, honey. What do you think – bra or no bra?' pushing her boobs up a little in her dress.
Amy looked at me a little embarrassed. 'Mum, bloody hell! Look you can't not wear a bra can you?'
The wedding was good fun but I was surprised at how much Amy drank. By about 9pm she was very drunk. I was sitting next to her and became aware of Diane stood next to me.
'Hey Dan, how is she' Diane asked.
'She's ok – just had one too many' I replied.
Diane laughed and put her hand out. 'Come on – I want to have a dance'.
Diane pulled me onto the dance floor and started laughing as we attempted to move to the music. After the first song, the music changed and a slow song came on. I was about to walk off when Diane put her arms around me. 'Where do you think your going?' she asked pulling me close.
'I...uhh' I stammered.
Diane laughed. 'Just enjoy the dance. I don't often get to dance with nice young men like you.' At that point I felt my body being pulled against her. I could feel her tits pushing against my chest and her thighs rubbing against mine. Her body felt so good.
I could feel myself stirring as we slow danced. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop it. I knew I was getting a full blown hard on.
Diane giggle at one point and deliberately pulled me closer.
In my head I was wondering if she could feel my erection pressing against her. As the dance finished, she released her grip slightly. 'I think you enjoyed that Dan' she whispered and walked off.
I wandered back to Amy but could not find her. One of her cousins told me she had been taken off home by her dad to sleep things off.
I wandered about for 10 minutes or so then decided I would go home. After all the wedding was not my family. Just as I was about to leave Diane called out to me.
'Dan, are you leaving? Well John's taken Amy home so I said I'd walk back with you. Is that ok?'
