The first thing that drew Gary White's attention was her ass. He could barely keep his eyes off it as he walked towards her. It was truly superb. There it was sticking up in the air as the woman bent over, clearly oblivious to the view she was giving to anyone passing by.
And what a view. The swell of her plump cheeks was too tempting; especially for Gary. In that delightful first moment he could already see himself standing behind her, shoving his cock deep into her pussy and giving her a right good fucking, doggy style.
He sighed inwardly. Well that's what he wanted to do. But never mind.
He turned his head sideways to look at his work colleague. "That's your mom?"
"Yeah it is," replied Brandon, "Why?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Nothing man, was just wondering that's all."
Gary turned his attention back to Brandon's mother. She was leaning over a display, fiddling with something or other. She probably didn't realise or possibly wasn't bothered that bending over like that had caused her work trousers to pull tightly across her ass cheeks, showing them off in all their glory.
Gary's stomach churned. He'd always thought of himself as an ass man; but then again he was attracted to big tits and shapely legs as well so truthfully he didn't actually have a favourite body part. As long as the overall package was put together nicely it didn't bother him too much what a woman had. But then again...it certainly interested him more if she had a nice shapely ass. And this woman most definitely had that.
"Hi mum," Brandon called out as they got nearer to the woman.
Elizabeth York turned her head and straightened up. She smiled as she recognised it was her son standing behind her.
"Oh hi Brandon, what are doing here?" she asked. She knew Brandon was there for a reason. He never came to see her unless he wanted something.
Gary's eyes took it all in. Mmmm...not bad...not bad at all. Reasonably good looking for her age. Yep, she had it all going on. Nice tits as well as the divine ass. The legs? Well he couldn't see those due to her work trousers but there was a definite curve of the thigh that showed promise.
Elizabeth's eyes moved from Brandon to look at Gary. "So who's your friend?" she asked looking back at her son.
"Oh yeah, sorry, this is Gary, I work with him from time to time." Brandon half turned, which allowed Gary the opportunity to reach forward and extended his hand.
"Hi Mrs York, pleased to meet you." He looked into her blue eyes, holding the look for a moment too long. He pulled away. Her handshake had been warm and inviting. Well in his mind it had been.
Elizabeth turned her attention back to her son. "Okay Brandon," she said, "so what do you want? I'm really busy right now so I haven't got time for idle chit chat."
"What makes you think I want something?" Brandon replied in a hurt tone. "Can't a son come and see his mother once in a while?"
"Brandon, you only come and see me at work if you want something. I know that and you know that," Elizabeth said with a resigned smile. She wasn't angry with him.
"Well okay mum, I was just wondering if you could lend me fifty quid until pay-day; pleeeaassse?" Brandon looked pleadingly at his mother.
"Fifty pounds! You're kidding right?" Elizabeth was not impressed. "I don't have fifty pounds on me!" She looked at her son's face. Even though he was a grown man fast approaching thirty, he was still her little boy. And always would be. How could she deny him.
"Oh okay," she sighed. "I'll go get my cash card. You'll have to go to the cash dispenser and take it out of there."
"Thanks mother, you're the best," Brandon said with a broad smile. He'd known all along she would give him the money. She never denied him anything.
As they left the store, Brandon clutching his mother's cash card, Gary turned to him.
"Man...your dad must be one ugly dude!" he said with a grin.
Brandon turned to look at him. "What?" he said, somewhat taken aback. "What did you say?"
"I said your dad must be ugly; you know, for you to have turned out looking the way you do." Gary grinned again.
Brandon was confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Your mom...she's hot! So you must have taken after your old man to turn out the way you did, that's all I'm saying." Gary grinned some more.
"You think my mother's hot?" Brandon was incredulous.
"God man; yeah! Great body, sexy as hell. Yeah I'd definitely fuck her if I had the chance!" Gary was almost laughing now. The look on Brandon's face was priceless.
"But that's my mother you're talking about!"
"So?" Gary shrugged his shoulders, "she's a woman, isn't she?
"Yeah but you shouldn't talk about her in that way. Besides, she's old now, why would anyone think like that about an old woman?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know..." Gary pursed his lips. "So how old is she then?"
"She'll be fifty eight in a few months time I think," Brandon replied, "Why, why do you ask?"
"Just to prove my point. I know she's your mother but to everyone else she's a hot MILF. Okay she may be a little bit older than what YOU would class a MILF but I'm telling you man, she's hot!" Gary laughed again at the confused look on Brandon's face.
He punched Brandon on the arm. "Just kidding man; I was just fucking with you! You should see the look on your face though." He laughed once more.
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On the ride back to work Gary's thoughts drifted back to Elizabeth York. Her son Brandon was just a work colleague he barely knew really. He'd only worked with him a couple of times so he didn't consider him a friend, which therefore in his opinion made it perfectly acceptable for him to have a crack at his mother.
He played back in his mind the contours of her body, the swell of her large chest beneath the shapeless work blouse and the gorgeousness of her perfectly symmetrical heart shaped ass cheeks. He could feel himself becoming aroused just by thinking about her.
Although he'd told Brandon that he was kidding, in truth he wasn't. He really did think she was worth fucking.
Long ago Gary had decided that the way to satisfy his need for sex was to target older women. From a young age he'd never managed to score with the good looking and popular girls and so initially had satisfied himself by fucking the girls that were thought of as not so pretty or a bit on the large side.
But it was then he began to notice a particular age group of women who would often frequent some of the nightclubs in town. They were as old if not older than his own mother but these women were different. His mother had long ago given up on herself. A succession of bad decisions regarding men had left her broken hearted and she was now quite happy to find her comfort in a bottle of gin.
But these women were trying hard to cling onto the last vestiges of their younger days. They still thought they were hot stuff or at least were attempting to be. They dressed in expensive looking clothes that might at their age be considered a little bit inappropriate or indeed a trifle revealing. They also made a real effort with their hair and makeup and they always smelt really good.
They also thought they could hold their drink just like they used to do in their youth and that was usually their downfall. Gary had read somewhere that once past the age of forty, women's bodies were not able to tolerate alcohol in the same way as when they were younger. This proved to be manna from heaven for him.
Overnight he changed from targeting fat, ugly girls of his own age to chasing older more sophisticated women. At first he waited for them to get well and truly pissed before making his move. He recalled his first night had been a truly spectacular success.
He'd set his sights on an attractive looking woman who appeared to be in her early to mid fifties. She was a bit on the large side but only in the breast and ass department. She was virtually paralytic when he did get to fuck her but fuck her he did and she seemed to be grateful. Well right up until she threw up all over his shoes. But hey, that was a small price to pay for a good fuck!
As the years passed he changed his approach and honed his skills. He would only target women who had come out in groups of three or four and would begin by chatting them all up at first. That way he could gauge how susceptible they would be to his charms and how much alcohol he would need to pour down their throats to get his wicked way with them. There was no point in wasting money if he didn't have to. He would then select a likely candidate and over the course of the night gradually ease her away from her friends.
He was amazed as he soon realised there were lots of women out there who were desperate to be fucked. As he chatted to his potential victims it became apparent that in most cases their husbands had gone off sex and no longer bothered to satisfy their needs. He also found a lot of these women had accepted that this was normal and had suppressed their own needs and desires.
They didn't realise they wanted someone...needed someone...anyone; it didn't matter who it was as long as it wasn't their husbands; to tell them they still had it and were still attractive and sexy. Gary therefore took it upon himself to show them just what they were missing.
He was now capable of getting laid every night he went out. There was seemingly no end to the amount of desperate pussy out there. But at the end of the night he never left or went home with them. Sex for these women was a quick fuck outside the nightclub but always just early enough to give them time to retain their dignity and rejoin their friends before the end of the evening.
His thoughts once more drifted back to Brandon's mom, Elizabeth York. She was definitely worth one or maybe even three if she was lucky. He smiled inwardly at his own joke. Even though he had only been trying to wind Brandon up; maybe he would have a crack at his mother, to see if she would let him fuck her. It would be a departure from his usual way of chasing older women but it might be worth it. His cock pulsed at the thought.
* * *
A sort of semi chill shuddered through her body. She laughed, trying to make light of it, to hide the thrill she felt surging inside of her. It was completely ridiculous of course.
