It had been about four months since Elizabeth and I started our illicit relationship. She was my ex-girlfriend's mom and I was living at her house after I graduated from college. We were the only ones living there, although her other grown children occasionally came to visit.
She had given me signals that she wanted a sexual relationship and I picked up on them and responded to them. Now we mated regularly- around four times per week. Since she was 59 and I was 23 she was post-menopausal, which meant that our trysts had gone on uninterrupted for this whole time.
We almost always had sex in her bed. When it was an "on" night, I would be in my room which was across the hall from hers. I would time it so I was ready to spring into action when the time was right. I would hear her go into her room and shut the door- although on "on" nights she would leave it open a crack, which was a confirmation that she would be expecting me!
I would leave my room and slip into hers. She would have the lights off, but she had a fish tank on a table in her room that had a dim light in it, kind of like a night light. There was just enough light to find my way to her bed.
I would crawl in bed with her and she would take me in her arms. her breath smelled so sweet and her perfume was like a bouquet of flowers. She wore a loose-fitting nightgown that I would immediately slip over her head (I don't know why she had in on to begin with, but it was fun to take off!).
She had really large nipples on her medium-sized breasts, and I loved sucking on them. They were so big and hard, yet her breasts were soft too. I was a young man then and I was learning that there are a lot of contrasts involved in sex.
She liked to have me on top of her, and I liked being on top of her. She was old-fashioned and said it made her feel like a real woman when I was on top of her.
