I was hanging out at my friend Victor's house, we were two 20 year old guys on spring break from college and life was good. His mom was a real sweetheart, divorced but very cheerful about everything still… she was also a total MILF. I mean, she was 45 years old, but her skin looked silky smooth, barely any wrinkles and no gray in her dark brown hair that hung straight to just below her shoulders. And she worked out every day, to old Jane Fonda tapes in the living room. I have to admit, it made my dick a little hard every time we passed by her while she bounced around in her spandex. Those tapes were good to her body, she was slim and curvy in just the right places with big bouncing breasts and a full tight ass emphasizing a long flat stomach. Maybe more girls our age needed to get a hold of their mom's Jane Fonda tapes cuz this woman was hot.
But she was also my roommate's mom, and so I kept these thoughts to myself at the dinner table. It was a really great week though, hanging out at clubs and going to bars where he knew the bouncers so that we could get in even though we were both a year underage. And his mom was totally cool with everything, she even let us drink in the house… I got to meet his girlfriend for the first time too. Victor and I had only been rooming together since the beginning of winter term, and his girlfriend, Brooke, was going to be visiting us during her spring break so it was good to at least know who she was first. Real pretty and sweet… kinda reminded me of his mom only about 25 years younger. Still, if she aged as well as his mom did he'd be one lucky bastard, they were real sickeningly sweet together but it was cute still.
At the end of the week he asked me if I minded if he went on a date with Brooke and then spent the night at her house as her parents were going to be out of town. I said that would be fine by me, seeing as the expression on his face was dying for me to say yes - hell, who was I to deny a guy getting laid on his spring break? But I couldn't help but feel jealous seeing as I wasn't.
That night I went out to the clubs, but came back early. It really just wasn't as much fun on my own - especially since I couldn't actually bring a girl home or anything. When I walked in Victor's mom was on the couch, and I froze as she turned to look at me.
She was stark gloriously naked, and not only that but her fingers were rather obviously playing with her shaved pussy (and my dick was hard just from seeing those pink lips peeking out at me) and there were several empty beer bottles laying around her on the couch. Her eyes got big as she registered who I was, and then even bigger as they traveled down my body to where my 7" boner was making a substantial tent in my pants.
"Blake?" her eyes were completely focused on me, she didn't look drunk in the slightest despite the alcohol around her, and a tiny corner of my brain noticed that her fingers were still moving in that pink wetness of her pussy, "What are you doing home so early?"
"I'm sorry…" I stammered, my eyes still riveted to where her fingers were buried, "I just wasn't having that much fun."
One eyebrow arched in surprise, "No girls that wanted a cute guy like you? Now that's hard to believe… but if they didn't want you I can definitely make up the lack."
In two seconds flat she was in front of me, and my hands felt frozen at my sides as she kissed my lips, insistently pushing them open with her tongue. I moaned as her soft body rubbed against the tent in my pants, my body and mind completely at odds with each other… for one, she might be drunk and even if she wasn't old enough to be my mother, she WAS my roommate's mother… on the other hand she was soft and sexy and sure as hell didn't look old enough to be my mother, and the feeling in my dick was getting more insistent.
"Come on Blake," she purred, sucking on my earlobe which made me melt against her ample and unabashed chest, "I'm lonely and horny… and you feel like you have something that could definitely help me out." Her grasping hand slipped into my pants and closed around my very hard shaft, I gasped and moaned as she pumped it with her fingers.
"I can't… I'm sorry Ms. Smith…" still stammering, still not making any move to stop her as her fingertips grazed my balls.
"Call me Victoria." her mouth began to kiss my neck and move down towards my shoulder blades, all of the sudden her hand was off my dick and my shirt was being pulled over my head, "Let's take this upstairs," she murmured, and began insistently pulling me towards her bedroom.
The entire way I was making excuses as to why this was wrong, why we shouldn't be doing this… all the while running my hands over her soft flesh as she kissed my lips and naked chest. With my hands full of her breasts I said, "But what about Victor?"