It was Saturday; there was some event out of town Lauren wanted to go to, and Leo was taking her in the Mazeratti. I'd forgotten this when I burst in the front door, "Anybody home?" Loud and obnoxious like the young guy I was.
Lauren's mom was sitting on the sofa in the living room, her back to me. I saw her make some kind of a quick move, like she was stashing something, and then she reached onto the coffee table for the remote and the TV screen went blank, but not before I caught a glimpse of what it was she'd been watching.
It was porn - one of Leo's porno tapes - Lauren and I had watched it ourselves a couple of times; that's how I knew what it was. That, and the fact that when I burst thru the door I caught a glimpse on the screen of this babe in thigh-hi stockings and heels and nothing else, head down, butt up and having it slammed into her from behind by a cock-strong young stud.
I came around the sofa and Mrs. Lablanc was looking at me with big round eyes. She was wearing a black silk mini-kimono and nothing else as far as I could tell. When I glanced to the pillow next to her and Mrs. Lablanc's eyes got bigger and rounder still.
"Oh hello Sean," She purred all sweet and innocent. "Leo took Lauren over to the antique show in Concord. They'll be gone until late this afternoon."
"That's right, I forgot."
"Can I get you anything? Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." When Mrs. Leblanc got off the sofa her mini-kimono rode up a little; she didn't flash her ass or anything but I couldn't help noticing she looked sexy as hell in that outfit. You could tell where Lauren got her looks. I followed Shirley to the kitchen.
Leblanc poured me a cup, "Do you take cream? Sugar?"
"No, I take it black."
We faced each other while we drank our coffee in silence.
Lauren's mom was a very good looking woman for her age, and I couldn't help but eyeball her scantily-clad body; the thin silk material of her robe left almost nothing to the imagination. She'd obviously just taken a shower, she smelled fresh and clean.
She also smelled like something else: pure, raw sex. She had the smell of a woman in heat.
I could tell she felt my eyes wandering over her boobs - they were pressing against the thin black silk of her robe, and her nipples were poking straight thru. It was like her mind was reading my mind reading her mind.
Mrs. Leblanc had her coffee cup in one hand, resting on the counter. Her other hand was at playing at the edge of her robe, revealing some pretty good cleavage.
Then she put her hand on my arm.
"Sean, I think maybe I'd better tell you what's really going on here . . ."
This got my attention.
"Let me just say that I'm a normal, woman, a natural woman with all the normal, natural needs and desires." She shrugged, "With Leo . . . well it's like this . . . he's been unable . . . or unwilling . . . to fully pleasure me . . . well . . . I've had to do without . . ."
I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing: was MY GIRLFRIEND's MOM was putting the make on me???
Being a young stud of course - young, dumb and full of cum - that was all the invitation I needed. I put my coffee cup down and we fell into each others arms, fell into a long, slow, drawn-out open-mouthed soul kiss. I could feel her heat as she ground her pussy against my hard boner.
I let my hands wander down her curves, explore her sexy body I'd long admired from afar. Finally we broke our kiss and Mrs. Leblanc pressed her head on my shoulder. "Oh Sean . . . oh Sean . . ." she said in a quiet voice, "I've waited so long for this to happen . . ."
We kissed again, passionately. This time I groped her asscheeks, squeezed her tits. "OOOoooh!" she moaned. I slipped my hand inside her kimono, felt her left breast, pinched her nipple. "OOOoooh!" she moaned again, then "Not here, let's go upstairs."
"To your BEDROOM?"
"Yeah . . ."
"But . . . Leo . . .???"