There was just something about my girlfriends mom that I couldn't put my finger on. If I was honest with myself I would say that I had secretly fancied her since the first time I met her and this feeling had only grown with time. Although her daughter was a great girl I had always had a long held fantasy about older women and wished that someday it could be fulfilled.
From day one her mom had been extremely kind and friendly towards me and as we got to know each other more and more this seemed to turn into some occasional mild and harmless flirting. I thought that initially I was maybe reading a bit too much into her gestures and that she was just being friendly, but more recently her flirting with me seems to have increased and I am sure that maybe she wants more. Her husband, my girlfriends dad, is a decent enough bloke but seems to spend a lot of time away and doesn't pay her a lot of attention when he's home so maybe there is something more that she wants.
Beverly is about 43 and looks fantastic for her age. She's shorter than me, about 5' 4", just the right height, and has kept her figure in great shape. They say that if you want to know how your girlfriend will look in 20 years time then just take a look at her mom and if this is true I can count myself one lucky guy. She's a brunette and has a 37C-26-36 figure which looks like it was built for sex. I know her size because I had a rummage through her washbasket one day in the utility room while she was out and was feeling her silky underwear, dreaming about what she could do to me. It made me so hard thinking about her that I had to go and give her daughter a good seeing to upstairs, thinking about her mom while I made love to her daughter, that really turned me on and we had such a hot session that afternoon. I only wished that it really could have been Beverly there with me instead.
She always seemed to dress really sexily when I was around. It was probably because I was so secretly attracted to her that it seemed like this but there was no denying that she always looked good whenever I came round. She always wore tight tops or blouses that would occasionally allow me a glimpse of her full, lovely breasts in her straining bras. And she seemed to love short skirts or tight pencil skirts which really showed off her great legs. She always wore nylons and high heels too, which I absolutely adore, but obviously couldn't let her know that, and these just showed off her legs even more. I'd often got hard sitting in the same room as her secretly glimpsing her legs as she crossed and uncrossed them as we chatted and watched tv with my girlfriend on the settee next to me. I still couldn't figure out whether she wore stockings or pantyhose though and this often teased me as I sat looking at her trying to figure it out.
Anyway, yesterday I realised that I'd left my wallet at my girlfriends after being there the night before. It was my day off and she was working but I knew her mum would be home, hopefully alone, so I called her and asked if it would be OK to come over and collect it. Beverly answered the phone sounding a little breathless and I asked her if everything was OK. When she heard my voice she sounded immediately seductive and said she was just in the middle of something but it would be fine to pop over and see her, collect my wallet and stay for a quick coffee as she was alone and it would be good to see me. I told her I'd be there in an hour or so, that should give her enough time to finish whatever she was doing. Secretly I couldn't wait to see her too.
I thought about her all the way to her house and it was about one p.m. when I pulled onto her drive, hers being the only car there. "Hi John" she beamed as she answered the door to me, "come on in." Having been used to seeing Beverly in her usual sexy outfits it was a change, but no less sexy, to see her in only her robe when she answered the door. "I'll put some coffee on" she said as she turned and made her way to the kitchen and I watched her before saying I'd just go and collect my wallet from her daughters room upstairs.
She had such a great figure which I could make out beneath her cream silk robe as she walked away from me, the belt of the robe pulled snugly showed off her narrow waist and fine hips. Where her robe ended at her calves I noticed she was wearing fluffy mule slippers and nylons and thought she must have been getting ready to go out later. I thought about just what I could do to her and if only she knew the thoughts I was having about her. As she disappeared into the kitchen I headed for the stairs to collect my wallet.
On my way I passed the den and what caught my eye stopped me dead in my tracks. There, lying on the settee in the den, was a large pink ribbed vibrator, a string of love beads and a magazine which was laying open on the page of a well stacked mature woman being screwed senseless by a young, muscular, well hung stud. No wonder Beverly sounded flushed when I spoke to her on the phone earlier, the horny bitch must have been fucking herself with the vibrator while flicking through the mag and dreaming of being fucked by a young well hung guy. Maybe, just maybe I hadn't been reading too much into her flirting after all. It was obvious she liked younger men and maybe she did want me to screw her after all. I collected my wallet from upstairs and made my way excitedly back down to the kitchen wondering if today could be my lucky day.
Beverly had her back to me and was just pouring the coffee when I walked into the kitchen. "Sit down John" she said directing me towards the kitchen table. I looked her up and down, admiring her body, thinking about what I had just seen in the den, already I could feel a stirring in my jeans. "It's good of you to stay and keep me company for a while, it sometimes gets quite lonely here on my own during the day."
"No problem Beverly, it's my pleasure, honestly."
"How very good of you to say, my daughter's a very lucky girl to have a guy like you."
"Thanks, and she's lucky to have a mum like you too Beverly." She smiled as she turned and brought over the coffee and some cups.
As Beverly bent over beside me to pour my coffee her robe fell open slightly and I caught a glimpse of her rounded naked breast under her robe, my cock lurching as I stole a glimpse. She appeared not to notice and I wondered if she really hadn't noticed or if she was doing it on purpose to tease me.
"Did you find your wallet?" she asked me.
"Yes, it must have fallen out of my jeans this morning when I put them on."
"Ah, I see. So what are you doing for the rest of the day?" she asked.
"Nothing much really." It was true I didn't have anything planned, at least nothing which didn't involve her.