I'd always had a thing for my mothers best friend, Susan. Even at 42, she had the body of a goddess; well toned, tanned and not a wrinkle in sight. For an 18 year old lad like me, she was the perfect older woman fantasy figure.
She knew that I had a crush on her, and would tease me whenever possible, especially if we happened to be alone. On one occasion when she came round and my mother was out, she was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini...despite it being the middle of January! Even through my thick jeans I'm certain that she could see my growing erection as I sat opposite her, fidgeting nervously on the sofa.
I was thankful when my mother returned. The first thing I did was hurry to my bedroom and wank off. As I got up and hurriedly walked past Susan, she gave me a knowing smile, as if to say: "Going to toss off thinking about me, eh?"
I could handle the teasing. I could even handle the amount of time she spent at our house...even though it meant walking about in a constant state of arousal! What I wasn't prepared for was when she announced she was pregnant. Silly really. After all, I knew she was married, but they had no children, and I thought that they wouldn't be having any, considering there ages.
For me it was earth shattering. I could see what having kids had done to my mothers body. Photographs of her before having kids bare not resemblance to her after having them!
To think that this might happen to my fantasy woman was unthinkable. She was perfect. Now she was going to turn into a fat, stretch mark covered, irritable mother!
Or so I thought.
I'd never thought that a pregnant woman could be sexy. After all, they pile on the pounds, suffer mood swings, and probably lose interest in sex all together.
Anyway, I digress.
As I said, I've always had a crush on her. But I never thought that I'd ever have of chance of being intimate with her. She was married, my mothers best friend and 24 years older than me! Not an ideal woman to fall for, I'm sure you'll agree.
And short of raping her, I figured I'd just have to settle for wanking off thinking about her sucking my cock or letting me fuck her large, firm tits. That is until I overheard something I wasn't supposed to hear.
One evening when Susan and my mother were having one of there many chats over coffee, I just happened to walk past the kitchen door. The door was slightly ajar, so I couldn't help but take a sneaky peek at the object of my desires. Despite the fact she was 6 months pregnant by now hadn't lessened my wanton lust - much to my surprise. In fact I wanted her even more than ever. The fact that she was pregnant had turned out to be not a turn off for me, but quite the opposite. Just the thought of her naked, showing off her body and large bump was enough to get my cock hard.
And of course her tits had grown slightly larger as well! Even better than perfect.
So, there I was, peeking through the door at my object of desire. I don't normally take much notice of what they're saying, being too busy admiring her assets, but this time I could sense that something wasn't quite right. They weren't talking in their usual manner. They seemed subdued somewhat. None of the laughing and joking that usually goes on. In fact, it appeared they were talking in whispers, as if worried someone might hear. And that someone was me.
Although they were whispering, I could just make out what was being said:
"This is unbelievable," said Fiona, my mother. "How? Who? I don't know what to say."
"It just happened, Fiona. It wasn't planned. Just one of those stupid drunken one night stands," replied Susan. There was a short pause before she added, while pointing to her ever growing bump, "And this is the result."
I couldn't believe it. It seemed to me that she was telling my mother that her husband wasn't the father of her baby. What other explanation could there be? I listened more intently now, both surprised and intrigued at her admission.
As the conversation progressed, the whole story came out. It was true. The father of her baby was some guy she'd met only once in a bar. She was drunk, so she said. It happened after a fight with her husband, and she'd gone out to drown her sorrows. After drinking way too much they'd ended up back at his place and had sex...both being too worse for wear to consider contraception.
Flabbergasted, I slunk back to my bedroom. My perfect woman. My ideal fantasy shattered. I put her on a pedestal as a goddess and she turned out to be nothing but a whore. Fucking somebody else just because she'd had a tiff with hubby. The slag...then it hit me.
I never thought I'd ever have a chance of getting close to her. But now, now I had something to bargain with...
No! What was I thinking?
I was disgusted with myself for even considering it. Just because I knew something that she didn't want her husband to know didn't mean that I could use that to my advantage...did it?
After all, she'd cheated on him once that I knew about, so how many more times? She was no angel, and certainly no goddess. Yet I still wanted her. And now I had the perfect opportunity to turn my fantasy into reality...even if it was an underhand and immoral thing to do...not to mention illegal. Blackmail was a serious crime. My head told me to forget I'd heard anything, just carry on as normal and forget the secret I knew. But my heart...and my groin, told me something completely different...
I had to do it. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. I had the chance of a lifetime and I wasn't going to give it up.
The next day, when I knew her husband would be at work, I went round to her house. She was surprised to see me as I don't normally go round, and I could see she was somewhat taken aback.
"Chris!" she stated with surprise. "Err, what brings you here?"
I took a deep breath, and then with as much confidence as I could muster I said, "I've got a proposition for you that I don't think you can turn down."
I could sense that she was unsure of what to make of it all. She invited me in and we sat down at the kitchen table.
