All characters and terms including boy and girl refer to people age 18 and over.
It was a Saturday night and Lincoln went round to his girlfriend’s house. When he got there his girlfriend’s Mother told him her daughter had gone out with a friend and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so. She said he could come in and wait for her if he wanted to. So he did. She made him a cup of coffee. They sat down on the sofa and had a chat. He was glad his girlfriend was out as it gave him a chance to get to know her Mother a bit more and for her to get to know him. He’d only been going out with Lilly for three months and this was the first time he had got the chance to really chat with her Mother.
“I’m very much in love with your daughter, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“You make sure you look after her now.”
“I will, Mrs Pendleberry. Don’t you worry.”
“Well I do worry, you see.”
“I know. All parents worry.”
“It’s not been easy, you know. Bringing her up on my own.”
“I can imagine.”
“He was a right bastard, her Father was.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Has she ever spoken about him to you?”
“A couple of times.”
“He was a very violent person.”
“I hated him. I don’t hate men, just hated him.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“Yes well, we’re better off without him.”
Lincoln gave her a warm smile.
“It can get very lonely you know, not having a man in your life,” Mrs Pendleberry said.
“I’m sure you’ll find somebody, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“It’s been almost three years now.”
“Hmm. Three years since I had a bit of cock.”
Lincoln almost choked on his coffee and went bright red.
“I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you,” said Mrs Pendleberry. “Sometimes I just open my mouth without thinking.”
“With some women it’s their legs, with me it’s my mouth.”
Was there something in her coffee or what?
“I’m sorry,” she apologised again. “I bet you think I’m a right potty mouth.”
“Don’t tell my daughter what I just said.”
“I won’t, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“She’d be mortified if she heard that her Mother was craving for a bit of cock.”
Lincoln almost choked on his coffee again.
Will you stop saying cock, Mrs Pendleberry!
“They don’t think about things like that, do they? Daughters? About their Mother’s having a bit of cock fun?”
This really was getting a bit uncomfortable now. Lincoln changed the subject.
“So, are you going on your holidays this year then?”
“But just because you get older it doesn’t mean you have to stop thinking about it. Cock, that is.”
The woman was obsessed.
Lincoln couldn’t help notice that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, all the time her skirt moving higher and higher up her legs. Maybe she had an itchy pussy or something, Lincoln thought to himself. And then he was disgusted with himself for even thinking about his girlfriend’s Mother’s pussy. That was weird.
No, don’t even go there. Stop thinking about your girlfriend’s Mother’s pussy.
But she kept doing it, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her skirt riding higher. It was as if she was doing it on purpose. After a while her skirt had risen so high Lincoln could actually see the top of her stockings and the straps of her suspenders.
Oh for fuck’s sake, stop looking! This is my girlfriend’s Mum!
Much as Lincoln tried to he simply could not control himself, the sight of his girlfriend’s Mother’s sexy stocking tops making him grow quite stiff in his jeans. He was extremely embarrassed. After all, this was his girlfriend’s Mother. He tried to will his cock to go down but by now it was like an iron bar. Those stockings had given him the biggest erection ever.
After a few minutes she noticed his bulging package and placed a hand on to his thigh. She smiled and began rubbing his thigh slowly, up and down. Lincoln was getting very agitated.
“What…what are you doing?”
She didn’t say anything but just carried on stroking his thigh, her hand getting closer and closer to his straining bulge.
Lincoln began to perspire.
“Mrs Pendleberry…you’re my girlfriend’s Mother.”
“So? Why should my daughter have all the fun?”
Mrs Pendleberry’s skirt was now right up. Not only could her daughter’s boyfriend see her sexy stockings but also her knickers. As her hand came to rest on his pounding cock, Lincoln could see a wet patch spreading through her knickers.
He nearly said: You juice up just like your fucking daughter!
But he managed to stop himself.
He found his hands reaching for her tits.
No, this is wrong. Stop it. This is my girlfriend’s Mum!
She squeezed his denim-clad bulge. He caressed her tits through her blouse as she undid his belt and pulled down his zip, her fingers sliding inside his jeans and through the opening in his boxer shorts. When her fingertips came into contact with his hot naked dick he let out a deep groan, a cry of pure pleasure. This was so wrong. He remembered the very first time his girlfriend Lilly had touched his dick and how wonderful it was. This was a hundred times more exciting, with it being his girlfriend’s Mum.
Lincoln couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Whatever would his girlfriend think if she knew what was going on.
Mother! That’s my boyfriend! Take your hand off his cock!
It turned out that he wasn’t the only person thinking along these lines, for as he let himself unashamedly throb in her squeezing hand, his girlfriend’s Mother lashed out at him. Lincoln was stunned by her sudden outburst of v******e.
This is an excerpt from my kindle book HIS GIRLFRIEND’S CRAZY MOTHER Vol 1, available on Amazon
© Kirstie Taylor 2013