Mike was always punctual and today was no exception, in fact he was earlier than even he had accounted for. He figured it probably wouldn't matter, it would just mean that Steve and him would get to the pub a little earlier and that was no bad thing. He rang the bell and waited. The door was opened by Steve's mum.
"Hello Doreen, Steve ready to go?"
"You better come in," Doreen replied "he's gone to get his car back from the garage, he shouldn't be long."
Mike followed Doreen through into the kitchen.
"Get you a cup of tea while you wait?" she asked.
"That'd be great thanks." Mike replied.
As Doreen picked up the kettle and made her way to the sink Mike couldn't help but think how good she still looked. Middle age had added a few pounds but they only enhanced her curves. Her tight fitting top did nothing to hide the full swell of her wholesome breasts and the denim skirt was a snug fit over her round bottom. A pair of shapely legs emerged from the hem of the skirt.
Mike quickly looked away as Doreen turned to place the kettle back on the side. Wouldn't do to be caught eyeing up your best mate's mum after all.
"Oh blast!"
Mike looked back at Doreen to see her hitching up her skirt.
"Can't believe these are laddered I've only just put them on." Doreen complained.
The dark material at the top of her tights was clearly visible and Mike was momentarily transfixed. As Doreen smoothed her skirt back down he averted his gaze.
Doreen smiled at him.
"Sorry about flashing at you Mike." she joked.
"No problem" Mike replied "I wasn't looking anyway."
Doreen smiled at him again.
"I've only got these thick old tights on today, you young fella's would much rather have stockings I'm sure." she said.
Mike was lost for words and stood with his mouth gaping.
"Come on Mike, I never took you for the shy type. I bet when you're with a girl you'd much rather find her in a pair of stockings than tights."
"Not necessarily." Mike replied, not believing he was having this conversation.
"Oh really?" Doreen encouraged him.
"Yes really."
"Well come on, don't keep me guessing. Are you a tights or stockings man?"
Mike thought for a moment. "Am I allowed to say both?" he said.
"Of course, but you have to tell me why." Doreen goaded him.
Mike found himself pausing for thought again then started to open up.
"Well if you're getting off with a girl you're eventually going to try to get your hand up her skirt."
"We'd expect nothing less." Doreen said with a cheeky chuckle.
"Of course it's only then you found out of she's gone for stockings or tights. While stockings obviously give you easy access there's something about tights."
"Really?" said Doreen "And what would that be?"
"Well they cling tightly to a girl's curves. There's something hot about feeling her up through tights."
"Hmmm that sounds good." Doreen was almost purring.
"Well when we were younger girls didn't tend to wear stockings, especially not when we were still at school!" Mike chuckled, still not believing he was having this conversation with his mates mum.
"I guess so." Doreen said "They probably wore something similar to what I've got on."
"Yeah probably." Mike agreed.
Doreen moved towards Mike and placed her hands on his shoulders.