I didn't hear much from my mum for a week after our double date but we met the next weekend for lunch. We made a lot of smalltalk before she said "I didn't realise you were into older men, Lucy."
I shrugged. "Nor did I. It just kind of happened."
She nodded as the waiter brought the wine, "It was the same with me and your dad, [my dad's 23 years older than my mum] except I found out when I was a lot younger than you. Anyway, I have a date with another friend who has a friend if you're interested."
I tried to pretend I wasn't but the thought of getting properly fucked again made me wet. I agreed to meet at the London flat the next evening.
When I got there she was still deciding what to wear. She was wearing expensive black underwear, and stockings and suspenders. Finally she decided on a black dress mid thigh length but with a neckline that plunged to her navel, which meant she had to ditch the bra, and she passed me a pink sequined cocktail dress, very short (I had no stocking tops to hide, I had bare legs) which showed a reasonable amount of cleavage. We both looked classy rather than slutty.
As before it was an enjoyable evening in a very expensive restaurant. I was kinda surprised about the ages of the guys. Danny, mum's date, was 62 and Ron, my guy was 56 but they were both cultured and well-dressed and very good company. It wasn't long before I forgot about the age difference and when Ron, my date, squeezed my thigh under the table I made eye contact and gave him a smile. I wanted him, and this time it was all in the open and I didn't feel shy about it. We kissed most of the way back to the flat in the cab.
We skipped the wine because everyone I think was wanting to get laid but unlike the first time, when mum went off to the bedroom with her guy, things moved fairly quickly while we were in the living room. We were on sofas at opposite ends of the room so we were around 10 feet apart. My guy was being really handsy and i wasn't comfortable about that with my mum in the room but I looked across to see if she had noticed and the guy had her top down, kissing her tits and she had her hand in his trousers and was lost in the moment. I couldn't help admiring mum's tits - that's what mine would look like in 20 years and they were almost as firm as mine are now.
I kind of let things happen after that and next time I looked over they were both naked and she had the guys cock in her mouth while Ron was between my thighs, lapping expertly at my clit while working two fingers into my soaking wet hole, making my breath ragged as i moaned deeply and loudly. I was finding out quite quickly that older men have a whole load more experience than guys my own age and I liked it!
I tried to ignore what was happening on that side of the room and got down to sucking Ron's bloated prick but could hear mum moaning and a rhythmic slapping and i knew he'd started fucking her, and Ron was not far behind.
Ron kept looking over at them, and I glanced over to see mum and Danny watching us, she was on her hands and knees and every time he pulled back i could see a bit of his big cock before he pushed back in, really hard, making her grunt like an animal with each thrust, his hands pulling roughly at her hips to make his cock go deeper and harder into her. It looked like she was in heaven.
Ron took this as a prompt and flipped me onto my hands and knees before plunging his cock deep inside me, and I was grateful he'd got me so wet; there was no finesse, he just wanted his cock in my cunt as deep as it would go. I groaned loudly then from across the room heard my mum shout "I'm cumming, oh God fuck me harder, you fucking bastard, fuck me like a fucking whore!"
Her orgasm was a long one and obviously powerful as she wailed as he kept fucking, she collapsed onto her tummy and he still kept ploughing into her, harder and harder til he came inside her with a groan. It was a bizarre but erotic sight.