(((Note: Since I'm not using any last names, the names have not been changed to protect the innocent. These events are based on fantasies that occurred around real relationships, but they will always remain, alas, fantasies.)))
I was a very lucky man to have the girlfriend that I did. Lisa was a virgin when I met her, but she was a repressed catholic school girl ready to bust out at the seams... and at the age of 19, I was ready to do some busting, too.
She may not have been the physical ideal that most men hope for, but most men don't know what they're missing. She was what you might call "overweight," but that meant that no matter how hard I pounded into her during sex, there was always a soft landing. She had a gorgeous face, and the way she sucked my cock was nothing short of glorious. She also liked it rough and kinky, which is where the interesting stuff really started... not with Lisa, but with her mom, Lynne.
Lisa lived with her mother and grandmother. Lynne, her mother, had been divorced for quite some time, and her grandfather had taken his own life (in my opinion, to get away from her grandma). It was a month or so before we were going to get our own apartment, and Lisa and her grandma were going away to Oklahoma for a week, to catch up with some family. Lynne was never that close to that side of the family, so she was going to be alone for that week. At least, we thought she was, until she called me Monday, about the time that Lisa and her grandma's plane landed in Oklahoma.
"Scott?" she asked, sounding very depressed, "Could you come over? I don't usually have the house all to myself, and I'm a little... nervous, I guess. Just for a little while?"
I didn't mind. Lynne was a fun person to hang around, and she was very pretty. The opposite of Lisa's body type, she was slim, almost too slim, but she'd had a breast-job done to impress her ex-husband. Lisa was fond of reminding me that her mom's DD tits weren't real... I really didn't mind. I actually kind of liked the fact that she was willing to do that to herself to appeal more to men.
So, after getting a few things done around the house, I drove over. It was starting to rain on the drive, and because it was the rainy season, I knew that a thunderstorm and a tornado watch were both imminent. I was glad I was going over, because I knew that Lynne didn't have much tolerance for "scary" weather.
When I got there, I was partially soaked by the downpour as I ran to the front porch of the house, and Lynne had obviously been waiting for me by the window, because before I could so much as knock, she had the door open, and was pulling me in.
"Oh, Scott... if I'd have known it was going to start raining, I'd never have called!" she said. She had a towel waiting for me, and I was trying to get the water out of my eyes and hair.
"It's fine, Lynne, really..." I said. "I don't mind driving in the rain." I pulled the towel away from my face, and my eyes almost came out.
She was wearing a filmy, silky, see-through robe, over a very lacy set of bra and panties. The big, fluffy slippers almost, but didn't quite, ruin the image. I'd had thoughts about Lynne's body for quite some time, but then again, I was 19... I had thoughts about screwing toast.
"Um," I said... but Lynne took the towel, and rushed off to put it in the laundry, giving me a good look at her ass as she went. Not a lot of meat, there, but it moved very well.
"It's just that the house is so empty, and quiet, and then there's the storm," she was saying, from two rooms away. I just sort of stood there, for a minute, then took off my jacket and hung it to dry by the door. Lynne came back in and smiled at me, and we went into the living room and sat on the couch.
Almost on cue, there was a lightning strike nearby, and the lights went out. Lynne jumped, right into my arms... and those beautiful (even if artificial) breasts were pushing against my chest, and I kind of lost another couple of seconds.
"I'm... sorry about that," she said, disentangling herself from me. "Dammit... I was going to put in a movie, or something... and cook you something, for coming over..."
I remembered the all-electric kitchen, and shrugged. "No worries, Lynne. I'm just glad you don't have to be alone in this."
She smiled at me, in the faint light, and even in the darkness, that smile was enough to warm me up all the way down to my crotch. "You're so nice, Scott... I'm glad Lisa found a guy like you. I wish I could."
That took me aback. "What? You have a boyfriend, Lynne... you guys went to the lake last weekend!"
She huffed, and sat back, crossing her arms under her breasts, which, again, did GREAT things for them. "The asshole wouldn't TOUCH me. Can you believe that?"
I just shook my head. The guy must have been gay, or something.
Lynne looked at me, and I could see that she wanted to say something. I just waited... I liked where things looked to be going.
"Scott? If you were alone with... with a woman like me... would you... you know... try something?"
"Well," I said, "I am alone with a woman like you... and I'll be honest with you, Lynne. If you weren't my girlfriend's mother, I surely would." Not that I didn't want to jump her bones right then and there, but I DID want to protect my relationship with Lisa.
Lynne bit her lip. "I... I wanted to talk to you... about Lisa, if that's ok."
That sounded serious, but I nodded.
"I know that you two are... are, well, sexually active," she said. "But... I kind of saw the two of you in your car, when you were parked out front, last week."
When you and your girlfriend live at home, you get a LOT of time in, sitting in the old car. I mentally replayed what Lisa and I had done together on that occasion, and winced. To Lisa and I, it was just another night of play. To a casual onlooker, though, it would have looked a lot like a rape.
"Well," I said, slowly, "Lisa has some... well... unusual tastes... and so do I, I guess," I said, trying to find a safe path through this minefield.
"I know," said Lynne. "Lisa and I talked about it... she told me about all the 'forced' fantasies and the bondage."
The hard-on that had been struggling against my jeans deflated... you don't ever really want to hear your girlfriend's mother tell you that she knows everything you've been doing to her daughter... especially when it's a little over the top, kink-wise.
We both sat there on the couch, uncomfortably, for a minute, when another lightning strike hit, and she was up against me, this time.