Was It Really Her?

Was it really her?

I cannot believe who she was. Even after those years, I never expected to see that "mom" when I introduced myself to my soon to be fiance's mother.

Wednesday

It was a Wednesday night and I was 18 years old. I worked at a local Italian / pizza place that delivered. I had been on the job for 17 months and it was a good place to work.

I was in my senior year of high school and life was good. I got decent grades, was a decent athletes and had a girlfriend or two; nothing steady but had the opportunities to go out for coffee, or go to a movie with and then some heavy petting in the car before I took her home.

Was I a virgin, no, I had lost it back during my freshman year, but the girls I went out with now were only willing to go as far as hand jobs or if Michelle was available, a blowjob.

Of course I was willing to go further, but I was a nice guy and never complained out loud. If any girl wanted to get me off with their hands or mouth I was more than happy to let them.

Friends at school would often ask me if customers propositioned me and the only story I could tell them to that point was of the one night a guy answered the door in his bathrobe and his women was moaning at him to hurry the fuck up and get back to fucking her or she'd have to fuck the pizza boy. I grinned at him, he gave me $20 for a $9 pizza said keep the change and shut the door.

No women came to the door dressed in lingerie or offered to give me a blowjob as a tip. I worked in a suburb of Vancouver and most people of the area believed in respectability over sexuality (at least in the houses I delivered to).

Around 10:30 that Wednesday night it was really slowing down. The dinner rush was over and not many calls were coming in for deliveries. My boss said I could cash out so as I was counting the money for the day the phone rang.

Yes it happens, but that's the life of a delivery driver. As the cook whipped up the lasagne, salad, and garlic bread, I had enough in tips to cover the cost so I paid for the food myself. I would not be out of pocket as the person would simply pay me and that would be my tip money for the night. I could also head home afterwards instead of coming back to work to cash out again.

The delivery was to room 237 of the local hotel that had a bar and bowling alley attached to it. It actually was a nice place and many young adults utilized the location to hang out with friends. The ones of age went to the bar and the ones underage went bowling.

Sure, us under the legal drinking age tried to get served, but the bartenders and servers were really good at checking ID.

I parked the car and found the room. The hotel and their amenities were not busy, but since it was late I was still quiet when I went up to the room.

I knocked gently on room 237 and waited. After 15 seconds I knocked a little louder and I heard footsteps approaching. I heard the chain being unlatched and the deadbolt open.

The lady was on the phone, she held up a finger to give her a second while she ended her phone call. I nodded and waited as she told the person on the phone (there were no cell phones)"that the house hunting had gone okay and she has to see another 2 houses on Thursday and 3 more on Friday".

She ended the phone call and apologized for having me wait. I took notice of the lady. Was she drop dead gorgeous - no. Did she have huge tits and or a big ass or small ass (whatever you are into) - no.

She was a typical average looking women. I put her about 45 years old. Would I fuck her? Of course I would, but at that age who wouldn't I fuck?

We conducted our sale said goodbye and I went home.

Thursday

The next night at around 10:30 I received a delivery to room 237 of same hotel. Just like last night I was able to cover the cost of the food with my tips so I could go home after the delivery.

When I approached the hotel room I knocked and waited. The same lady was on the phone and ushered me into the room so I could put her order on the desk.

On the desk were tons of info on the local area and lots of packages of houses for sale.

I heard her raise her voice on the phone about when he'd be there. Saturday night was a day later than expected and she'd have to look at the for sale houses alone on Saturday as well.

She ended the phone call with a bit of anger and disappointment in her voice.

She cheered up when she dealt with me and she paid me and I went home.

Friday

I had been looking forward to today for a while. I had a date with Michelle and my cock knew what that meant. It was going to be sucked and it needed to be, well I needed to cum and if the date went as usual, it would end up with us in the back seat of the car, my fingers banging her to orgasm while she slurped on my cock and swallowed my cum.

After school I got a phone call from my boss asking me to work and he'd let me go at 8:00. I phoned Michelle and I asked her if she minded if I could pick her up at 8:15 instead of 7:30. She agreed and told me that it was too late to make the movie and to meet her at the bowling alley. I phoned my boss back and told him I'd see him in 15 minutes to take the shift.

I got changed, grabbed my keys, wallet, & condom (mom always taught me to be prepared) and headed to work.

My cock was in a constant state of arousal; it did not feel like it went completely flaccid all night. There were times I had to carry the pizzas to my many deliveries in front of my crotch as to not upset any customers who might have thought I was peeving on them.

I had tonight all figured out. Get off work, head to the bowling alley, play a game or two, then take Michelle home in my car where we'd park in the school parking lot for some late night, back seat, wrestling.

Work went by quickly; there were the the usual orders from customers, no prank orders, and to top off the night, I received a decent amount of tips.

At 8:00 as promised my boss allowed me to cash out and off to the bowling alley I went to meet Michelle. When I got there at 8:10, I got my shoes, a lane, and ordered some drinks and nachos for the two of us. As I put on my shoes I thought to myself how great my timing was as it seemed the place was packed. It looked like I got the last lane.

I kept glancing at my watch and the door to wave at Michelle when she walked in. At 8:30 my name was paged to pick up the food and drinks and I had a phone call.

When I picked up the phone it was Michelle. She was unable to make our date. I silently swore, told her I understood and hung up.

The guy working had given me my order after I hung up the phone, so there I was at the bowling alley, I had a lane, food, and drinks for two and just myself to eat and play with.

I had a decision to make, stay, bowl, eat and drink for the already paid for items, or go home and get bored. I decided to stay. So yes, it looked strange that I was there by myself, but I made the best out of the situation.

That night I actually bowled two very good games, must have been the sexual tension running through my crotch.

After the two games were bowled, I cleaned up the area, paid for the lane and then used the washroom before heading out.

In the washroom I overheard a conversation from two older guys I knew from high school. They had graduated a couple of years ago and they were known as the sleaze bags of the school. These were the guys that would say anything to get into a girls pants and then brag about it the next day.

They were also accused of date raping a grade 11 girl, but no one could prove it and the girl left the area.

These guys were getting ready to score that night. They had been with a lady for the past couple of hours and it sounded like she had finally lost her inhibitions and they had managed to talk themselves up to her room. They all were just using the washroom before they headed up.

As much as I thought those guys were dicks and had no want to do what they had to do to get laid, I was horny and therefore jealous and wanted to see their score for the night.

The guys went out first and waited for their score. I was washing my hands when I heard them greet her. I walked out of the washroom and was surprised to see the mom from room 237.

She was wearing clothes that said "I'm going out for the night". Were they slutty clothes, no, but they said she was up for some fun.

She recognize me immediately and her eyes gave me a signal. She called and waved me over. She gave me a huge hug and introduced me as her nephew to the guys. She made up some story that it's been a while since she saw me and would the two guys mind if she spent some time with me?

I was totally helping her with her story and we were playing off each other. You could see the two guys bulges deflate. They were totally defeated and their faces showed it.

The mom put her arm around my shoulders and I put my arm around her waist. It looked like we were really close.

The guys went back to the bar and I walked the mom back to room 237. We kept our arms around each other for appearances, but she had a hard time walking straight. She kept thanking me for helping out with the two guys. Once back at the room door, I expected her to say goodnight and then I'd leave; she instead invited me in.

She was elegant and liked to party, but you could tell she had too much to drink. That did not stop her from opening up the minibar and pouring herself another drink and turning on the radio.

I was sitting on the chair and she was on the bed. I'd be lying if I said I was being honorable and wasn't trying to look up her dress. When we heard a noise in the hall, she turned to look and that parted her legs enough for me to see her red lace panties.

She asked me questions about the area. What schools were good, where were the great neighborhoods, etc. I did my best to answer her questions and gave other relevant info like restaurant choices.

When a good song came on the radio she declared that she wanted to dance. She hopped to her feet, started to sway her hips and put her hands above her head. She danced in front of me and held out her hands to pull me up. I'm not much of a dancer, but when offered, I oblige.

We danced in a small area of the room and she seemed to be enjoying herself. When a slow song came on, she excused herself to the washroom. I half thought about sneaking out, but my dick told me I was not going anywhere until we knew how far this night was going.

When she returned from the washroom I was looking out the window and she came and stood beside me, leaning in to me and putting her left arm around my waist. She was commenting on the view and how this town seemed to be a good fit for her and her family.

Her hand starts to caress my lower back area. I put my right arm around her back and start to caress her upper back. When my hands touched her neck, she shuttered. When I used my fingertips to lightly move up to her ears, it was as if that was her magic spot.

Her left hand moved from my lower back to my waist and it keep going lower until it was lightly touching my ass. My cock had blood flowing to it all night. Not enough to make me embarrassed in public, but just enough to let me know it needed some action.

When her hand touched my bum, the floodgates opened and I became fully erect.

I was following her neck line moving from ear to ear and her touching became more hard on my backside. When my hand was on her right shoulder I gently used my arm and guided her in front of me and I moved in for a kiss.

Her mouth opened and hesitantly accepted my kiss, almost as if she was struggling with what she was about to do. We stood there in front of the window and kissed for a bit. My hands were stroking her back and neck.

When I stopped to kiss her neck and then followed that by gently pecking up to her ear, she moaned and she fell into me. There was no doubt that she could feel my hardness pressing into her stomach.

Her arms wrapped around me, her hands clawing at my back. It was the mom that first moved her hands under my shirt. At first she just used her hands to touch my skin and give me goosebumps, but as we continued kissing, she used her fingertips to rake my back; almost as if to say I was making her feel good.

My hands were roaming her back and bum, I could no longer feel the underwear I saw when she uncrossed her legs to check out the noise in the hall. Our groins were grinding into each others, dry humping. My hands went to her bum and when I started to gather her dress material in my hands her kisses started to get more intense.

When I had the bottom of her dress, I lifted her up and she clamped both of her legs around my waist. I could feel her naked bum in my hands. My hands were close enough to her crack that my pinkies did not have any material between them and her anus or vagina.

She used that cue to start to lift my shirt over my head. As my hands were holding her up, she could not get my shirt off, so I lifted us to the bed and sat down on the edge.

She was straddling me, her dress hiked around her waist as she pulled off my shirt. She pushed my chest so I leaned back and rested on my forearms. She leaned down to lick and suck one and then the other nipple.

While her mouth and tongue were busy on my nipples, her hands were busy on my buttons. Button flies were all the rage, but in the heat of the moment, they are not as smooth as a zipper. It took her a bit of time to get my fly undone, but that meant my nipples were well taken care of.

When she undid the last button, she went to the floor on her knees. She pulled my pants and jockeys off as she went. I was naked before her. I sat up more and she sat on her knees just staring at my hard full cock.

I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she struggling with the situation - fucking some young man, was she gauging my size, did she like to just stare at erect penises, was she thinking of a way out of the predicament?

With whatever was going through her mind, her hand reached out and lightly grabbed my swollen member. At first she just stroked the length of me, using different types of pressure. Then she changed the speed of her hand, at first fast ten strokes, then slow for ten. Then she mixed up the pressure and the speed.

I was on edge all day about my date with Michelle, and then with the mom doing this I was so close to cumming. The head was not just dripping precum, it was flowing. She used the sticky fluid to coat my entire head and shaft. When she lifted off her hand, you could see the strands of precum that went with it.

She looked up at me, then back at her hand and licked off her fingers. Making sure I was watching her, she opened her mouth, lowered her head, and proceeded to put my cock in her mouth.

I had Michelle suck my cock a couple of times before, but when the mom did it, the only thing to say was "amazing". To this day, I have never felt a mouth so incredible.

She loved having a cock in her mouth. She worshiped my entire penis with her lips, tongue, and her mouth. She knew when and where to put pressure on her lips, where to lick her tongue and how much noise and saliva to use.

The moment was upon me too soon and I warned her that I was about to cum. Michelle would take her mouth off of me and just jerk me to orgasm, but that mom, took me as far down her mouth and proceeded to suck and lift her head up and down as fast as she could go.

Her hands grabbed my thighs tight for leverage and with a bellow, I went over the edge.

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Two

Three

Shots of cum, exploded out the end of my cock and into her mouth.

When my orgasm was over, she lifted her head off of me and swallowed my cum. I laid back on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge. She went into the washroom and closed the door.

Usually after I came, the date was over, so I did not know what to expect next. I was still lying on the bed when the phone rang. I thought about answering the phone when the mom came out of the bathroom, hopping and stepping into her panties as she pulled down her dress.

She signaled with her hands to be quiet as she answered the phone; it was her family. At first you could tell she was talking to her kids, the conversation sweet and short with lots of questions. After the third set of questions about the same thing you could tell that she was now talking to her husband.

As she was talking to her family I realized that even though I had already cum, I was still hard. I was lying on the bed and was starting to feel self aware of how undressed I was and with seeing the mom put her panties back on, I figured the night was over. By the time I started to move to put my clothes back on, the conversation from the phone started to get heated.

It was obvious the mom was not happy about her husband not being there and how she was doing the work he was to be doing about searching for a new house. I understood that he had made plans to go out with the guys to a football game and that was why he was delayed a day in joining her.

I had managed to put my shirt and my underwear on when I heard the conversation turn sexual. The husband must have asked her what she did that night and she replied that she put on that dress he bought her and the sexy red lace panties, went down to the bar, had some drinks and danced.

However since he was not there he would not be able to sample the sexy lingerie she packed for him and to enjoy her sexy playful mood brought on by dancing and alcohol.

It sounded like he was trying to engage her in some phone sex talk, but she was mad at him and was in the midst of hanging up on him when I had taken my pants to the washroom to put them on.

When I came back out, to thank her, there she was in a white silky robe, lying in the middle of the bed. The robe was parted and exposed what cleavage she had and the partial nipple of her right breast. Her legs were crossed; her right foot beside her left knee and her right knee was in the air. This allowed me to see all of her right leg up to her hip.

All she said to me was that if he was going to stay home and go to a football game, then she was going to enjoy the room for it's intended purpose; hotel sex.

With that she gave me the come hither gesture with her finger, opened her robe and spread her arms and legs for me. It took me all of ten seconds to undress.

I had read about cunnilingus from a book, so I knelt on the floor and positioned my face at her pussy. I licked all over her pussy. I had no idea exactly what I was doing, I just used my tongue to lick from the bottom to the top of her crack.

She must have known that I was new to this because she took my head in her hands and guided my licking by telling me "just on my clit, the big bump at the top". When I focused my tongue on that spot, I noticed her hands start to pull my hair and her breathing got quite labored. She was panting and moaning. Not loud enough to wake the neighbors but loud enough to let me know I was doing a good job.

I first noticed the liquid expelling from her pussy when I made one of my last licks before she came. It had this taste to it I had never tasted before, but as I flicked her clit, her legs went straight, her ass tightened up, her hands clenched my head, her arms pushed her breasts together and she half sat up as I pushed her over the edge.

As her pussy spasmed from her orgasm, her vocal cords made her grunt at the same time. Her tight, thighmaster, thighs were clamped around my head so tight I'm surprised my eyes did not pop right out.

When her orgasm subsided, she went limp. I kept licking her pussy until she said stop and moved her hands overtop of it.

I stood up and got on the bed beside her on all fours. I played with her breasts. I'd put their size at an A cup and they were not firm, but her nipples stood erect when I ran my fingertips and especially my tongue over them.