I'd not long returned from my morning 8k run and still had an adrenaline buzz so, after checking my e-mails I decided to have a scroll through a couple of my favourite porn sites and have a nice leisurely wank, when there was a knock on my flat door.
As I approached the door I rearranged my stiff cock to avoid any embarrassment. When I opened the door halfway to see who the caller was my jaw nearly hit the floor like a Tom & Jerry cartoon.
"Johnny?" A stunning platinum blonde asked, "From the Virgin Rocks?" I nodded and grunted in the affirmative. The woman stepped back and lifted a guitar case in front of her. "I'm Damien's Mum; apparently he borrowed one of your guitars?"
"Yeh, Yeh." I muttered inanely as I stared at her pretty elfin face and really, really sexy body. It had taken me a few seconds to recognise her as I'd only seen his Mum a couple of times before and they had been gigs when she'd been with a couple of her friends and they had partied like it was 1999. I'm the singer and lead guitarist in an indie rock band called The Virgin Rocks and Damien is our drummer. When we were on stage his Mum and her crazy friends were dancing at the front in a very suggestive manner and intimidating our fans with their saucy antics. And drink? Boy could they drink – wine, scotch and alcopops, nothing was out of bounds. I was introduced to her at the end of one night but she was drunk and I had my eyes on his sister Kirsty who was a real hottie; just like their Mother.
"I said I'd drop it in as I was passing here today." She then smiled so sweetly I could feel the blood pouring into my semi and making it swell again.
"Thanks." I mumbled as I held my hand out to take the guitar from her.
"Aren't you going to ask me in for a coffee?" My friends' Mum; (Stacey) asked as she pulled the guitar away from my grasp.
"Of course; where are my manners?" I sarcastically replied; then grimaced as I opened the door and waved her in, making sure I hid behind the door to adjust my stiff cock again and tried to pull my running vest as far down as possible.
Looking every inch a 'Rock-chick', she walked into my living room with a self-assured swagger. It had been dark in the clubs on the twice I'd seen her before but here, in the warm light of day she looked incredible, dressed in a black leather collarless Beatle jacket, white ribbed low cut vest that did nothing to hide her huge boobs and pink bra, a short frayed denim skirt, smoke grey tights and a pair of pointy punkish ankle boots with a silver spiked heel. Her shiny blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail but with a fringe and long wisps at the side that framed her pretty face.
She gently placed the guitar on the floor before doing the 'Mum thing' and walking around the room slightly re-arranging things and looking slightly disappointed at the general lack of tidiness. Damo is the same age as me; 20 and still at College; whereas I make enough money from music to get by, especially as my parents own my flat and don't charge me rent! I'm an only child but Damo lives at home with two sisters and Kirsty's baby; which makes the sexy woman standing in my flat a Grandmother; although you'd not think it to look at her. My Granny looks nothing like this woman and probably never did.
"Milk and no sugar, thanks." She coyly turned to look at me over her shoulder. I smiled as I quickly removed my hand from my cock.
As I boiled the kettle and washed two mugs she stood behind me in the doorway. The only word I can think of to describe her is 'smouldering' as we made small talk about my flat and the band.
With coffee mugs in hand we returned to the small living room.
"So," she huskily sighed as she sank into the sofa, "this is the famous......octa....octa-thingy.....what is it you call it again?
I nervously grinned as I rested against the bookcase. "Octagon?"
"That's right, the octagon." She nodded as she considered the word. "Remind me why it's called that."
"Shit!" I gulped; this was going to be embarrassing. Just as I considered my response she nonchalantly crossed her legs giving me a view of a lacy stocking top. "Double-Shit!" The blood started flowing to my groin again.
"That's just a joke name some of the lads gave to the flat." I mumbled and desperately tried to stop blushing.
"But why?" She innocently persisted; and continued showing her stocking top.
Shrugging my shoulders I confessed. "I was telling the guys about a girl that I brought back one night and.......... how it ended up being a bit like a UFC fight.....no holds barred...... and someone christened it the Octagon." I shrugged my shoulders again but chuckled when I saw the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes.
"Ooh; you naughty boy." She beamed as she sipped her coffee; "so that's what you get up to in here, is it?"
I was blushing as Stacey then bent forward to put her empty mug on the floor and her humongous boobs nearly spilled out of the tight vest. As she sat back she invitingly spread her arms along the back of the sofa and crossed her legs again making no attempt to cover the exposed stocking tops that were both now on display.
"Is that a gun in your pocket?" The middle aged woman chuckled, "or are you pleased to see me?"
'Bollocks!' I inwardly sighed. It was no good; she'd obviously seen my boner as I couldn't hide it anymore because it was rock hard and poking out of my jogging pants.
Desperately trying to think up a witty reply I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned.
"Is that why they call you Johnny Tripod?" Stacey winked.
She'd certainly been doing her homework. 'Tripod' had been a nickname since my schooldays. I'd hated it at first as I was a terribly shy kid and the other boys had teased me for having the longest cock in the class. I'm naturally skinny and tall with a mop of curly black hair and having a six inch long dick swinging between my legs made me look like a freak and being a bit of a geek too didn't help me win friends or influence people. But; since joining my first band at 17 and going to the gym to beef up a little bit, I've used these same looks to my advantage; especially since being a 'geek in a band' is seen to be cool these days.
My arms, chest and back are now covered in tattoos and I also have very sharp facial features which a reviewer once described as 'cheekbones like geometry' which apparently makes me attractive to a certain type of girl and, boy do I take advantage of the situation!
Not knowing how to reply I pulled a grimace and shrugged my shoulders.
"Can I see what all the fuss is about?" Stacey asked with a big grin on her ruby red lipstick covered lips.
I was now in unchartered territory, as this woman was a) my friends' Mum, b) old, c) a Grandma and d) putting the fear of God into me!
When I didn't answer, Stacey stood up and dropped her leather jacket onto the floor then sexily stepped towards me. Without taking her twinkling blue eyes from mine she gently caressed my cock through the cotton before taking it between her finger and thumb and shaking it from side to side. I stood frozen to the spot with a silly grin on my face.
"Well?" She asked, "Can I see it?"
