Sylvia was my girlfriend Teri's mother. We'd always got on OK, nothing too spectacular, but she was fine as girlfriends mothers went. She was still a smart woman though, 43 with blonde hair, had kept her slim figure enviably and always dressed to impress. If your girlfriend's mother was any indication of what she would turn out like it looked like I was on to a winner.
I'd been going out with Teri for about 9 months when we went to a family party at her parents house. Plenty of food and wine flowed at the barbecue in their garden and the party was in full swing when after a few beers I wandered back into the kitchen to get another from the fridge. Sylvia was alone in the kitchen with a glass of wine busily making more food for her guests when I went in. She must have had a couple of glasses of wine too and appeared happier and more friendly than she usually was to me.
"John, be a love and pour me another glass of wine" she said as I pulled a beer from the fridge, downing the last of her glass in one gulp. I got the wine from the fridge as well and refilled her glass.
"You know Teri's a very lucky girl" she said as I passed the glass back to her.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well to have found a man like you," she replied, "there's not many of your sort left you know."
"In what way" I said slightly embarrassed at the sudden attention I was getting.
"Just everything really" she said, "I've never seen her so happy, you must be doing something right."
"Good of you to say Mrs. H." I replied, "Your daughters a lovely girl, and if she grows up like you I'll be happier still myself."
"Oh go on" she said and playfully pushed me in the chest. I stumbled back a bit and dropped my bottle. Luckily it didn't smash but beer spilled out across the tiles. We both bent down to mop it up and our bodies brushed against each other as we did. We both flinched slightly and then looked at each other. Whether or not it was the drink I don't know but I'm sure there was definitely a spark between us, and I think she knew it too. I tried not to think too much more about it, put it down to the drink and went back into the garden to rejoin the party and got thoroughly pissed.
A few days later Teri asked me if I could call round at her mother's sometime to fix up a new mirror she had bought. Teri was going out with her mates from work on Friday night for somebody's leaving do and was staying over at one of theirs. So seeing as I had nothing else planned I told her to let her know I'd go up then after dropping Teri off in town.
Friday night came and I went as planned. Sylvia as usual looked very smart when she answered the door, not too made up just generally smart, like she was. Where's Ben, her husband I asked, as I followed her in.
"Away in Surrey for the weekend playing golf" she answered.
"Place to yourself then." I replied.
"Yes it's nice for a change to get him from under my feet. Want a drink?"
"Yeah beer would be great. Where do you want this mirror putting then?"
"Just there above the fireplace."
"Right, I'll get started."
She went off to get the drinks and I got to work. It wasn't much of a job really and twenty minutes later we were sitting on the sofa chatting while she admired her new mirror.
"You know I meant what I said last week." she said as we talked.
"What about?"
"About Teri being a lucky girl."
"Oh I thought that was just the drink talking."
"Only partly, you know wine usually brings out the truth in me."
"Nice of you to say so. I meant what I said as well." I retorted. There was a long silence as we looked at each other and the familiar air of sexual tension crept up again. I broke the moment by getting up to go for another beer and while I did so I heard Sylvia go upstairs. I was just about to sit down when I heard her call on me, "Yeah" I shouted back.
"Can you come here a minute."
I put my drink down and climbed the stairs.
"Where are you?" I called out as I reached the landing.
"In here" she replied from her bedroom at the end.
I walked in thinking she wanted a hand to lift something but was met by a sight far removed from that.
Sylvia lay on the bed smiling at me as I entered. She had removed her skirt and blouse, which had been discarded by the bed, and now lay there seductively dressed in only a white lace teddy and suspenders, white stockings with lace tops that encased her long slender legs and strappy patent white stiletto mules finished off her outfit. She looked so horny my dick lurched in my pants as soon as I saw her but complete surprise had obviously still registered on my face. I stood just inside the doorway staring in disbelief.
"Make love to me John" she invited, "I want you."
I stepped towards the bed and she sat up and stretched out her hand for mine. I took hold of it and she pulled me gently onto the bed so I sat next to her.
"But what about Teri and Ben?" I asked.
"I won't tell them if you won't," she said, "Come on I know you feel the same way I do. I felt it the same as you that day in the kitchen."
There was no denying she was right and as she lent forward to kiss me I knew there was no going back. Our lips met and immediately passion overtook us both. Long, hot wet kisses ensued as our tongues wound around each other and she reached up and began to hurriedly unbutton my shirt. I helped her off with it and her hands reached down to my belt and swiftly unbuckled it. I ran my hands up and down her body in the meantime and pulled down the straps on her teddy so they fell loosely from her shoulders. She undid the buttons on my fly and I stood up to let her pull down my jeans, kicking off my shoes and socks as she did. I was already semi erect as she pulled them down and continued to grow as she began to rub the bulge in my pants through the material of my shorts.
I lay down on the bed next to her and began to rub her breasts through the soft material of her teddy. I pulled it down to expose them and then started to suck and lick on them gently as she sighed lovingly. I continued and began to nip them gently between my teeth as my hands roamed down her body and crept between her welcoming thighs. I fondled her legs through the smooth sheen of her stockings and let my hand creep slowly up above her stocking tops to the softness of her smooth bare thighs.
