I suppose after awhile we usually know whether a relationship is going to last a long time, or maybe even forever. After a few months of going out with Caroline, I knew in my heart that we weren't destined for the long haul. Even though Caroline was a good looking girl, I wasn't too concerned. At the ripe old age of twenty four, I'd no intention of settling down unless Miss World came knocking on my door, and that wasn't likely.
I think being an only child like Caroline has its drawbacks, selfishness, stubbornness and constant desire to be the centre of attention mostly. She was one of those girls who wanted to be taken to all the right places and be seen in designer clothes. She was kinda shit out of luck with me; my budget doesn't exactly run to that sort of lifestyle, well not yet anyway. But right now, Caroline seemed quite content to be my girl and I kind of liked it that way. She was tall and lean but with all the right curves in the right places if you get my drift. She wore her thick wavy brunette hair long past her shoulders. Her pretty face was usually exquisitely made up before she left the house, but to me she had natural beauty that didn't really need it. Caroline's breasts were a nice pert handful and her hips were broad and curvy, but it was those long legs that did it for me. She could turn me into a raving sexual predator in seconds by just removing her jeans and walking innocently across the room.
The sex thing worked too. I wasn't Caroline's first lover by far, and by the time I got to her, she was well versed in the art of carnal delights. She loved to tease and stretch out love making, quickies certainly weren't for her. She could fuck for hours and had a magical mouth that could swallow a mouthful of cum without missing a drop if she was in the right mood. Caroline admitted unashamedly that before meeting me, she'd participated in group sex, a couple of threesomes and once did a soft swing foursome. She confessed to doing a guy because he had a reputation of being well hung, he was, but she wouldn't bother again. But another threesome or foursome would be on the cards, if the right situation presented itself.
Probably, the best thing about going with Caroline was that, her mother Maxine as she liked to be called; didn't mind me sharing her daughter's bed. There was no need for park ups in the car or trying to sneak a bed somewhere. I could take her home, climb into her bed and stay the night. And the next morning, the three of us would sit around the breakfast table like old friends, and there ain't many parents of a twenty one year old daughter that would allow that. But as Maxine once explained, she just wanted her daughter to be safe. She was aware that her daughter was sexually active, and like every other parent, couldn't really relax until she'd arrived home safely and tucked up in her bed. It didn't really matter if there was someone else with her, and the fact that she was active with someone she cared for, like lucky old me was also important.
It would be fair to say that Maxine was a little standoffish when I first started arriving home with her daughter which was understandable. Maxine worked as a legal executive in a local law firm, and had a good idea of human failings and frailties. But I eventually won her over by being polite, courteous, tidy, and even more importantly leaving the toilet seat down. With my rather large appetite, I made sure my contribution to the food and alcohol fund was also adequate. It was indeed lucky that we all liked the same music and movies, and the three of us would often sit back on an evening and watch a few DVD's while partaking in culinary delights. Maxine would then usually excuse herself, and disappear into her bedroom leaving Caroline and I to our own devises so to speak.
Most of the time, Maxine got around in baggy tracksuits. It was a few weeks after I started dating Caroline that I first got to see her mother in a pair of tight jeans and slinky little leather ankle boots. Another time I arrived and found her in a business suit which looked rather good too. Maxine was a little shorter and curvier than her daughter; her highlighted brunette hair was cut stylishly short in a spiky way. Her oval face was pretty and a smile wasn't usually too far away. Her breasts appeared to be full and heavy but discreetly camouflaged under her clothing. Her curvy buttocks filled out a pair of jeans rather nicely, and her thighs appeared round and shapely. Right from the start, I always liked the way Maxine's thighs swished together as she walked, and I had to work hard to avoid showing any obvious interest. After all, she was my girlfriend's mother and a good twenty years older than I.
The end to our relationship neared when Caroline was offered a two month secondment on an out of town project. She was working through the early stages of an accountancy degree with a large corporate. There was no doubt that Caroline was intelligent, but it was evened out by her being a little lazy when it came to studying. It was more the draw of the big city lights than her interest in working on a big project that got her to agree to the whole thing.
Neither of us seemed particularly perturbed about her leaving. And as the time for her departure approached, there were no promises made for the future. We simply agreed to just see how things were when she returned. To be truthful, I was kind of looking forward to spending more time with my mates, even though knowing full well I'd miss being between Caroline's nice warm thighs. I stayed over on her last night before leaving, and our love making was fast and furious as if we both knew it was to be the last time together. The next morning, I kissed Caroline goodbye at the airport and left her alone with her mother for the last few minutes before her boarding.
It'd be wrong to say that I didn't miss Caroline, but male bonding is something unexplainable. I was quickly and heartily invited back into the throngs of drinking, partying and other lurid activities that young males thrive on. The carefree late nights, rampant binge drinking, the resulting hangovers were most times regretful.
It was a week or two after Caroline's departure that I realised that I'd left a few CD's at her house, and I knew that if I didn't get them soon, they'd be gone forever. I rang Maxine and asked if I could call around sometime and collect them, she happily agreed so long as I called her first.
It was a Wednesday night that I asked and got permission to call around. I'd expected to have the CD's handed to me at the door, but a friendly Maxine beckoned me inside and thrust a cold beer into my hand. We were soon comfortably sitting in the lounge just like old times, if you ignore the fact that Caroline was missing. I asked after Caroline and was told that she was happy enough but a little homesick, especially now she had to do her own washing and ironing. We both laughed and continued chatting.
"You look tired." Maxine commented after awhile and between sips.
I grinned sheepishly, "Still recovering from the weekend, partied hard."
She grinned knowingly, "Obviously enjoying your new found freedom then?"
"Yep."
"It's real quiet without Caroline around. I didn't realise how much noise she made, and her mess. I thought I'd enjoy the solitude, but now I'm looking forward to her coming home."
I thought about it for a few seconds before replying, "Knowing Caroline, I think she'll fly the coop before too long, and then you'll be on your own for good."
"I know, but I don't like to think about it."
"You should get out and party." I offered. "Find yourself a man, or two."
Maxine grinned, "Nah, I'm off men forever I think."
"Why's that?" You're not exactly unattractive, dumb or over weight." I blurted out without thinking.
Luckily she chuckled, "Thanks, I'll take it as a compliment, I think. But seriously, I don't think I can be bothered with men." By the time you get to my age, the good ones are taken and the rest come with baggage or a disability."
I shrugged my shoulders, "But I reckon being lonely would be worse; then you've no one to fight with."
"True. So, do you reckon you and Caroline will get back together when she comes home?"
"Dunno really, we'll just see what happens when she's back."
"Pity if you didn't." Maxine replied. "I kind of liked having you around. I'm not sure I'd like another stranger in the house. Mind you, I don't miss her bed rattling while you two were at it, kept me bloody awake for hours sometimes."
I looked down in embarrassment and grinned sheepishly. It was true that Caroline's bed had an unfortunate squeak or two, but we always hoped her mother couldn't hear it. I had tried several times to fix it, but failed each time.
"It's okay." Maxine laughed. "It's just a bit hard when daughter's getting a little lovin and mum isn't."
"Your fault." I countered.
"Mmmmmmm, maybe you're right."
We continued chatting amicably and enjoying each others company until around eleven when I decided I'd best not outstay my welcome. As I'd done many times before, I picked up my empty bottles and glass, and carried them out to the small kitchen. We worked around each other tidying away the glasses into the dishwasher and placing the bottles in the rubbish. To this day, I don't know how our lips met, one minute we were standing innocently side by side, next we were kissing.
It was tentative at first, just lips on lips, her unfamiliar perfume and the taste of lipstick certainly tantalising, I then felt Maxine's tongue probing and darting over my lips. My mouth opened so that our tongues could play and we were soon in a tight embrace. I dropped my hands and let them slide down her curves before cupping her buttocks. Instead of getting my face slapped, Maxine leaned into me pushing against my quickly hardening manhood. After a few more seconds of testing the water, I lifted her dress up bit by bit until my hands found her bare legs. I caressed her outer thighs as they flared from the elastic of her panties, she sighed in expectation as my fingers then explored around towards their front.
"We shouldn't be doing this." she murmured just before her tongue slipped into my mouth once again and my hand slipped between her thighs.
Not wanting to stop, my exploring fingers found her warmth through the thin material of her panties, the protruding mounds of her lips easily distinguishable. I was pleasantly surprised when her hand slipped down over the front of my jeans, first gently rubbing my straining cock; then clasping it as best she could. Our kisses were now more urgent and searching as my zip was slowly lowered, a hand then exploring beneath my briefs and my manhood soon eased from its confines. Her fingers were soon gently caressing my shaft, little strokes and squeezes only furthering my desires to go further. I slipped my cock between her welcoming thighs and felt her warm flesh hug it tightly, not a word was said as we kissed and caressed as our bodies moved slowly against each other.
Maxine then broke the embrace and I thought it was all over, but she shuffled me backwards from the kitchen and into the lounge where the couch was waiting. At the last second, she slipped around me and fell backwards onto the couch pulling me with her. It was a mad scramble of lifting dresses and removing belts and jeans out of the way, but Maxine was soon guiding my cock between her thighs. Sliding her panties aside, my cock was eased between her wet lips and began its sweet journey inside her. With little pushes I eased myself fully into her warm slippery pussy.
