It was a long time ago, but i do remember it well.
I found myself at a loose end, in-between jobs.
My friend invited me to go to his families place on the coast for a break. He wouldn't be there but his mother would be delighted to see me again.
The last time I'd seen her was at school when they lived next-door. Since then he had moved house with his mum after his parents divorce.
I was now 21, and very naive to the world.
He would meet me at the station but was working away for a week, for good money.
As he picked me up we chatted on the short drive to the bungalow, he said his mum was dying ro meet me again, such a nice lad, she'd show me around and maybe go to the beach if the weather was nice.
On arrival she greeted me with a huge hug, holding my hand to show me around and my room, which was Ian's.
We all chatted for a while after a bite to eat, then Ian said he needs to get to his digs for the week.
She insisted i call her by her first name, Gloria, which seemed strange at first.
We chatted for some time catching up with old times. At which point i asked to use the shower. Of course she insisted i should.
There wasn't a lock on the door, which was fair enough, as most of her time was spent alone.
I took my dressing gown and a towel with me.
Oh i did need the shower, I soaped all over, taking my time, noticing a shaver, I cleaned up the stubble of pubes, and stepped out, giving it a rinse.
As i went to come out, the door was slightly ajar. I slipped boxers on and dressing gown and Joined Gloria in the kitchen, she was baking cakes, which smelt delicious.
I mentioned the door, and she told me the catch is a bit dodgy, but not to worry, but there was a glint in her eye.
I believed her.
For the first time since arriving i looked her up and down. A little chubbier than i remember, wearing a t shirt and shorts, short blonde hair, I could see the shape of her nipples which i hadn't noticed before, felt a stirring in my loins.
Had she removed her bra, surely not.
Again we chatted. Then she excused herself for a shower, offering me to enjoy a cake or 2.
I sat on the sofa, enjoying the chocolate muffin, as Gloria entered the room, she smelt lovely so i told her, she blushed. Pulling her gown tight as she sat opposite with a cake.
I told her they were delicious.
It wasn't long after that the conversation changed. She became more flirty so i flirted back, all harmless.
She poured us a drink each, a very large vodka, and we continued chatting.
It was getting late now and we were both a little tipsy, so we retired to bed saying goodnight with the promise of a walk around tomorrow and maybe a game of cards.
This took me back to childhood where we all played cards, Gloria normally won.
We went to separate beds.
In the morning i woke to the smell of bacon cooking.
As i stretched out i realised my boxers were off, they were on the floor next to the dressing gown.
I was positive i hadn't removed them, but I must have.
Quickly i slipped them on and dressing gown, went downstairs to the kitchen, smelling the source of the bacon cooking.
Greeted by a huge smile, and lovely sight.
Gloria was already dressed in a flowing summer dress, as the sun shone through the window it was almost see through.
Her ample bosom was jiggling away underneath, and her eyes sparkled with delight.
Good morning she chirped, just in time for breakfast, settling the plate in front of me.
With that she turned to do the dishes, chatting away to me, the sun showing her body.
My cock was growing as i watched.
It was then I had to tell her how lovely her dress was, from my angle it was perfect.
She thanked me. Chuckling away, her boobs bouncing inside.
I was sure it was all deliberate, but she was Ian's mum, it can't be.
Years ago I'd told Ian she was a MILF, and she still was, even more so. Surely she didn't know.
We went out for the day, my cock was on red alert all day.
As her seat belt nestled between her tits, accentuating the size, how they jiggled over the speed bumps, swayed gently as she walked.
It was like sex on legs, i kept averting my gaze, trying not to be caught gaping.