I know she's older than I am, but that's okay. It's a purely sexual relationship, for both of us. It started by accident, since neither of us had even considered the other in a sexual way, but once we did, the sparks flew right away.
She's the senior secretary at my best friend's company. She works directly under the president of the company, and since my best friend is the president, I see her all the time. It's not a huge company, and there are really only a few employees, but it's his company, and he can call himself anything he wants. I spend a lot of time in his office, since I'm the "senior vice president", as he calls me. I prefer to think of myself as the co-owner, but I let him have his little fantasy. After all, I get to bang his secretary. A fair trade, if I say so myself. Of course, if he knew I was banging his secretary, I'd most likely be out on my ass, after he beat the shit out of me. I guess it's something to do with the idea of his best friend and his mother having sex.
Yes, his secretary is also his mother, and we've been knocking boots for almost a year. It wasn't something either of us planned, but once it happened, and once we realized how good we were together, neither of us saw any reason to stop. She's married to a nice guy with almost no sexual drive whatsoever, and I'm young, single, with a massive sex drive that won't leave me alone for a minute.
When we started having sex, I was in the process of putting together a video proposal for a potential client, and was spending a lot of late nights at the office. Wendy had stopped by to see how things were going on her way home from a girl's night out, and caught me in an embarrassing situation. She had managed to come in pretty quietly, and caught me looking at internet porn. I was pretty well engrossed in checking out the pictures of an older woman with big tits when she walked up behind me.
"Obviously, you're busy editing the proposal."
I jumped about five feet, scrambled to put something different on the screen, and generally panicked like a complete idiot. Once she stopped laughing at the look on my face, Wendy put her hand on my shoulder.
"Relax, Mickey. You weren't looking at anything I've never seen before. Although, I've seen better tits than those."
"Excuse me?"
"I've seen my share of porn, Mick. My first husband was quite the perverted soul, and had a huge collection of magazines and movies. He liked women with big tits and bigger asses, which is why we got along so well, I suppose. He always said my ass was my best feature, then my tits."
"Umm, I have no clue what to say right now."
She grinned, and leaned closer to me, giving me a peek into her blouse. She did have great tits, and I was actually surprised I'd never noticed before. I looked up to make eye contact, not wanting her to realize I could see so much, and saw the grin on her face. Belatedly, I figured out she wanted me to see what I was seeing. I could smell alcohol on her breath, and realized she was a bit drunk.
"I've always thought that my tits were my best feature. For a woman pushing 50, they're still pretty damn firm and shapely. Of course, I work hard to keep my figure, not that anyone has really noticed recently."
"I've…noticed, Wendy. You are in great shape."
"You're only saying that because I dropped a big hint. Can I ask you a question, Mick?"
"Sure, Wendy. Ask away."
She sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs, letting her skirt slip up to the top of her stockings. I could see the clips that held them up, and a vision of her in a garter belt flashed in my head. My cock stirred in my sweat pants, and I shifted slightly, suddenly uncomfortable with where this was going, but not about to change the subject.
