Feeling Glad All Over
'And I'm feeling, (boom boom), glad all over - yes, I'm a (boom boom) glad all over. Baby I'm a (boom boom) glad all over, because you're my-y-y-y-ine.'
As the song faded away, I slowly awoke from my dream of being only 19 again and listening to my friend Harry's record collection at his house. Also in the dream were Harry's mother, Gladys, and another boy named Pete who hung out with us sometimes.
This record was a big hit at the time, and Pete and myself would secretly smile and pull faces at each other because of a joke we had found in the title. Harry's mother was known as Glad, (an abbreviation of Gladys), so we joked that the lyric, I'm feeling glad all over, meant 'I'm feeling Gladys all over'.
You will have guessed by now, that I am old enough to remember that wonderful era of exciting new pop music that appealed so much to us teenagers. Those songs recorded by Elvis, The Beatles, The Stones, The Who, Dylan, Paul Simon, et al, easily beats most modern pop music, to my mind. On the other hand, you might not know what the hell I'm talking about.
Harry's father had left home for a younger woman, some years before, which left Gladys a divorcee with a young son. She was a full-bodied busty woman in her mid forties at the time that I got to know her, and was always good fun to be with.
She would dance around the room to the music, and sometimes Pete or myself would join her in the dance. The exertion usually left her breathless and with a heaving bosom that always attracted the attention of us horny young men.
On one occasion, when she and I were making coffee alone in the kitchen, I put my arm around her waist as we stood by the percolator. She laid her head on my shoulder for a moment then quickly moved away to arrange the coffee mugs on a tray.
Nothing was said about this moment of intimacy, but I wanted to take it further so I contrived to be alone with her whenever the opportunity arose after that. An opportunity did arise some weeks later during another visit to her house, when I followed her into the kitchen to help make the coffee like last time.
'You are very helpful Roger.' She said. 'Your mother is so lucky to have you around.'
'I'm just happy to help whenever I can.' I replied with a smile.
'Well there is something you can do for me right now if you would?'
'Of course, I'm always very willing.'
'I want to get something from the top shelf of this cupboard, but I feel very nervous about using the step stool. So would you just hold me as I climb up please?'
'But of course' I replied, as the mere thought of touching her made my cock twitch.
'Hold me round the waist now'. She said, as I helped her climb onto the step stool.
With both my hands around her waist, the lyrics of 'I'm feeling glad all over' came to mind, while I secretly revelled in the feel of her soft mature body through her clothes. You will probably have guessed, dear reader that by now my 19year old mind was in turmoil, and my cock stood rock hard in my pants.
Looking up at her, I saw that her raised arms made her prominent breasts thrust out even more. I had to struggle to control a powerful urge to touch those lovely firm tits that lay so easily within my reach.
'I'm coming down now'. She said.
I helped her down while still holding her round the waist, and then I dared take the opportunity to kiss her full on the lips. She quickly stepped back from me, looking flustered and wide-eyed in surprise.
'What do you think you're doing Roger, I'm old enough to be your mother?'
'I hope I haven't offended you Glad, but you are a very attractive woman, and I just couldn't help myself.' I mumbled contritely.
'Well, thanks for the compliment.' she said patting her hair. 'But you are a bit young to want an old woman like me, don't you think?'
'You're not old, and I've wanted you for a long time.' I said with an unexpected mature confidence.
I noticed now, that she was gazing with some interest at the obvious bulge in my trousers, which I made no attempt to conceal.
She hesitated for a time before quietly saying. 'You are very forward for a young man your age, but I need time to think about this. And you must promise not to mention a word to absolutely anyone.'
'I promise.'
'Good, then we shall see.' She said, as she turned to walk away.
I left it for a week before calling round supposedly to see Harry, but in reality to talk with Gladys and learn what she had decided. Harry let me in and we talked about pop music for a while. When I casually enquired if his Mum was home, he told me she was due back anytime soon.
Gladys arrived soon after, and greeted me rather coldly I thought, which made me wonder if she had rejected my advances. She went into the kitchen and busied herself for a while, putting away her shopping, then came into the lounge where we were sitting.
'Harry, would you pop down to the shop and buy some milk as I forgot to get some?' She said.
'Ok Mum, do you want to come with me Roger? Harry asked.
'Why not go on your own Harry, as I have a task that I want Roger to do.' She replied.
'Alright Mum, I won't be long.' He said as he left the house.
After he had gone, we just stood looking at each other for a while in silence.
'Well, what have you decided about us?' I quietly asked.
She stood looking down at the floor for a long moment then lifting her head, and with a big grin she opened her arms wide, and I knew her answer.
I immediately went and took her in my arms and we kissed for what seemed an age.
When we broke away, I said. 'Harry will be back soon so we need to discuss when and where we can meet.'
'I can come to your apartment Wednesday afternoon, if that suits you?'
'Yes of course it suits me.' I replied.
'That's great, but I can't wait till then to see what you've got here for me.' She said, as her hand lightly brushed the bulge in my trousers.
'Let me show you.' I said, as I opened my fly and lifted out my fully erect cock for her to see and feel.
'My oh my, what a beauty.' She whispered, as her delicate fingers closed around my throbbing erection.
She began gently frigging my cock while I raised her skirt, and let my fingers trace the outline of her mature pussy through her slightly moist panties.
'I can't believe I'm doing this with a 19 year old boy.' She murmured.
'And I can't believe I'm doing this with a beautiful mature woman.'
'Who is old enough to be your mother' She groaned, as my fingers found her clit.
We indulged in this delightful naughtiness for some time until she said. 'We must stop this, Harry might come back at any moment.'
I reluctantly dropped her skirt and struggled to put away my unruly member. Then we kissed deeply again for a while.
'When Harry returns you need to be doing the task in the kitchen that I mentioned earlier,' She reminded me.
