I took a chance as I was dancing with my best friends mum at an early spring BBQ we were having at my parents' house, I was surreptitiously admiring her full mature body, looking back it must have been the drink I had consumed otherwise I would never have said what I did.
Everyone, both adults and teens were mixing well, all dancing together irrespective of age although all the kids are over eighteen, it was such a fun cool vibe, music was blaring out from the stereo system dad and I had rigged up, and happily drinks were flowing and for once mum wasn't nagging me about watching my intake of booze, she was too busy consuming copious amounts herself. Getting louder and louder as the night wore on and becoming more and more flirtatious.
I had wandered over to Jane, Andy's mum and asked her to dance as she was standing all alone, looking wistful, after a brief hesitation she said yes, following me to where everyone was dancing, but only staying on the edge not getting into the middle of the crowd.
"You know Mrs Atkinson if you were a cougar I'd be willing prey." Oh my God, had I just said that!
She stopped dancing and looked at me shocked, "What did you just say? What did you call me?"
"I'm sorry, that came out wrong, I'm not saying you are a cougar or a MILF, but if you were I'd be happy to be your prey." Oh God, I was in big trouble, I'd blurted out what I was thinking. But my best friends mum is totally hot.
"So, young mister Smith, you think I'm a cougar or even worse a MILF." She looked angry, no hint of a smile on her face, just that stern look only a mother can conjure up to put a teenager in their place. I was in big trouble, and I knew it.
Not letting me get a word in to explain she continued, "And why is that, what gives you the nerve to think that, to say that to me?" But the strange thing was although her looks were angry and her words stern there seemed to be a twinkle in her eyes.
"Why do you think I'm a cougar, preying on younger men, or boys?" the boys said with such heavy contempt and obviously aimed at me.
"Well, Mrs Atkinson..."
"Oh call me Jane, you can't keep calling me Mrs Atkinson if you think I'm a MILF."
"Well Jane, you are gorgeous, dead sexy, that's all."
"That's all, you think your best friends mother is gorgeous and sexy?"
"No, not sexy, dead sexy," I replied, getting bolder and intrigued by the way the conversation was going, I had to hold my ground and not back down. I had a feeling that if I did she would tell my mum what I had said, and that was a definite no-no.
"Sorry, dead sexy, that makes it even worse. I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or insulted. Insulted that you think I'm old enough to be a MILF, or even worse a cougar, or flattered that a young man like you should find me "dead sexy.""
"Jane, I'm sorry I was wrong to say what I did, and I'm not implying that your old, that's not what I meant, and you know it, but if I were you I'd go for the flattery, as you are dead sexy."
"No, you shouldn't have said anything, but you were obviously thinking it. You are a very naughty boy, what would Andy say if he knew what you had just said to me, about me?"
"Oh, the same as I did when he said it about my mum. Cool."
Now that shocked her, more than what we had been saying, the fact that two eighteen-year-old teenagers could discuss that they found each other's mums sexy and be "cool" about it.
We had resumed dancing while this conversation was going on but had drifted to the edge of the dance area and had eased behind some bushes that prevented us from being seen.
"Colin, you are a very presumptuous and naughty boy, saying things like you have to me."
With that she placed a hand on the back of my neck, drew me in close to her and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, which was slightly open in shock at her actions. My surprise grew even higher when her other hand grasped my hand and pushed it up under her cropped halter top, and onto her medium sized right boob, forcing me to squeeze on it. As my fingers brushed her nipple it hardened instantly. As I continued to kiss and fondle her boob I got a sense of the full weight of it. Heavy and firm. A mature woman's breasts, not teenagers that I was becoming used to.
Jane moved her hand from mine, and with a quick movement, dropped it to my pants, opened the zip, pushed her hot hand inside my briefs and pulled my erect and throbbing cock out. Taking hold softly in her fingers she stroked it three or four times. God, it was heaven. Heaven until she stopped and backed away smiling.
"Colin, you are a very cheeky boy, and cheeky boys need to be punished. So, your punishment is not getting a finish and having to wonder at how good that finish could be. To be frustrated and longing." She smiled devilishly at me at that, "But, you have probably got a memory to help you get off on for a while. Don't get a sore wrist!"
With that she walked away, smiling and swinging her arse and hips, taunting me. I had taken a chance and pushed things a bit, and I had met my match, she was right I had been cheeky and I was more than frustrated now.
Over the next month, I had bumped into Jane on numerous occasions, and everything seemed to be the same between us, she didn't treat me in any way differently from before, apart from the fact she would occasionally give a little growl when she knew nobody else could hear.
Early one Sunday evening I got a text from Jane, we all have each other's phone numbers for safety and things like that. "R.U. free, come to mine @ 8.00 use back door, don't be seen. Cougar"
I replied, "What?"