Casey’s mom stopped being a mom for me the instant she emerged from her pool in a black string bikini. I worked with Casey at a financial office. We were both low-level drones, though I never failed to tell women I was “in the financial sector.” Doing so made me sound more important than I was.

I was standing on the smooth concrete apron surrounding the pool at Casey’s mom’s house. His parents were divorced — whose weren’t? — and his mother had most of the family money. Apparently, it had been hers to start, before she’d married Casey’s dad. She was living a lot better than I was.

But at that point, I wasn’t bemoaning my somewhat sorry financial state. My eyes were strained wide, and my senses were fairly reeling as I beheld the glory of that woman as she emerged from the pool, dripping wet and swiping back her hair. She came up the steps like something out of myth, a siren or a goddess or whatever. Her swimsuit was wonderfully skimpy, and her ripe flesh was fully on display. She was fit and trim, with generous curves, nicely sized tits, swaying hips and lovely legs.

She was also, well, a lot older than me.

I considered that fact in the seconds when her eyes were still closed as she finished combing back her hair with her fingers. She was 38 or 39. Maybe even past the big 4-0. My brain tried to reckon with that. Had I ever before been attracted to a woman of that age?

Because, of course, that’s what was happening. I was definitely attracted to her. Casey and I had been heading out for drinks after work, but he’d had to stop off at his mom’s for some paperwork. While he was rooting around in a home office indoors, he’d told me to go look around. I’d wandered out there — and bam! I had come upon this vision rising from the water.

My cock was straining to uncoil fully in my work slacks. Desire was like a fever on my skin. If her age showed, it was in her face, but it was a beautiful face. Maybe a little more lined than that of a younger woman, but she had almost a model’s features to go with her smoking bod.

In a matter of seconds I had rethought my whole criteria of what made a hot woman. And I also finally understood, on a cellular level, just what the term MILF meant. Because, gee whiz, I sure wanted to fuck her!

She picked up a towel and patted her face. When she lowered it, she was staring straight at me. I snapped my gaping jaw shut and hoped to hell my burgeoning hard-on wasn’t too conspicuous. I desperately tried to conjure her name. Casey had said it on the way over, hadn’t he?

“I’m Zach,” I said as steadily as I could. “I work with your son. He said he had to get some papers.”

Her gaze was level, but her sensual mouth quirked in a smile. “Well, Zach. How nice.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Her name sprang into my mind just then. “Amanda,” I hastily added. I reflexively flinched, recalling my boyhood manners. I shouldn’t be on a first name basis right out of the gate with someone’s parent!

As if reading my panicked thoughts, she chuckled and said, “Amanda is fine.” She sashayed to a lounge chair and lay down, moving with a grace that was both studied and casual. “Come and sit,” she told me.

I sat awkwardly in the adjacent chair. She asked me a few nonchalant questions about her son. How was he getting along at the office? Did he have lots of friends? Real mom stuff. But I was aware of how her eyes were traveling over me. I was nearly half her age, but just as fit — and brimming with horniness. I wondered how she would look naked, and it didn’t take much imagination, considering her scant swimwear.

With some difficulty, I managed to maintain my end of the conversation. She remained distractingly hot, and my desire was only intensifying.

All too soon Casey came out to the edge of the pool area, calling my name. He added, “Hi, Mom. I grabbed that tax paperwork we’d talked about. We’ll get out of your hair.”

Before I could rise, Amanda touched my arm and said in a low voice, “Stop back later. I like to swim under the stars.”

The evening was like a hazy dream after that. I was barely conscious of sitting in a bar with Casey and drinking a beer. My memory of his mom — Amanda — seemed burned into my brain.

After Casey and I parted, I had a moment of terrible doubt. Maybe I’d misread Amanda’s cues or misunderstood her words. Maybe she’d been joking. But the invitation had seemed so straightforward.

In the end, I went back to her house. She’d left a note on the door telling me to come in and that she was in the pool. Anticipation ricocheted through me. I realized as I passed through her house for a second time that day that I didn’t have swimwear with me.

I found her in the pool underneath a vault of stars. The pool lights were on but dim, and that gave everything a watery, ghostly look.

Amanda was swimming the pool’s length, her body bare, wet and utterly beautiful. She lifted her head and called, “Get in!” I stripped off my clothes, letting my brazenly hard cock spring out unabashedly.

I dove into the water and matched her strokes across the pool. She was a shimmering wonder alongside me, all that lush naked flesh. We swam a couple of lengths, then she paused at one end of the pool. She shifted closer and brushed my wet cheek with her fingertips. Her touch made me shiver, then she brought her mouth to mine. The kiss started delicate, a fine brushing of lips. But when her tongue darted out, I met it with mine, and we eagerly tangled. I took her in my arms, and our bodies pressed together, hanging there at the edge of the softly slapping water.

Her body was slippery and cool, and her tits pushed against me, the nipples fiercely hard. My stiff cock grazed her belly, and she reached down and boldly took my erection in her hand. I gasped even as we continued our probing kiss.

Finally, she pulled back. The subdued lighting made her look younger, but I found I didn’t care about that. She could be 40-something all she wanted. I was fine with it!

Her hand was pumping my meat, and I was throbbing in her grip.

“Shall we get out now?” she asked.

Since I wasn’t sure how we could fuck while treading water, I earnestly agreed. We climbed out together with water streaming down our bare bodies. Starlight made a sculpture of her. She took my hand, and we went inside.

Her room was lavish, but I barely noticed my surroundings because I was so intent on making it to the bed. We soon fell onto the mattress in another clinging embrace. Our bodies were fully pressed together, all her lovely nakedness making every nerve in me come alive.

Her hands roamed over my body, caressing and squeezing me. I explored the swells of her firm ass and groped her luscious tits. She moaned with pleasure as I toyed with her nipples.

Following my primal urges, I shifted down the bed to shoulder apart her legs and planted myself between them. Her smooth thighs rubbed against my shoulders as my head hovered above her crotch. Her wet pussy gleamed invitingly, and a ravenous erotic hunger filled me.

She smelled and tasted of both the pool water and the jasmine-scented night air. But as I swiped my tongue up and down her slit, her true fragrance and taste came through. Her flavor coated my tongue, her sweet womanly essence.

I delved past her velvety lips and inside her pussy. Her interior was hot, and I felt the pulsing textures of her. But her clit awaited me, silently thundering with need. I switched things up and basted her bud with my tongue tip, like a sculptor working with delicate clay.

Her responses were physical and audible. She thrashed about, her hips rocking as her legs squeezed me. Rising cries came from her throat. Her voice was raw and husky as she rasped, “Lick me, lick me!”

I ate her until her climax hit. It was extremely gratifying to have an older, experienced woman come so savagely from my oral actions. She ground her pussy against my mouth and coated my tongue with her flowing juices.

I sat up. But before I had taken a decent breath, she fairly tackled me. I found myself on my back, with her squirming nimbly between my muscular legs. When I lifted my head, I saw her face moving toward my swollen cockhead.

Her mouth engulfed me, and her gentle hand closed around my balls. I cried out, stunned by amazing pleasure. She was a fearless cocksucker. The tight ring of her lips plunged downward, and I quickly felt my knob enter her throat. As she bobbed on my cock, I noticed the visible strain of her neck muscles and saw spit leaking from a corner of her mouth. But her lips stayed firm around me as she worked my veiny shaft.

My head dropped back, and bliss overtook me. It felt a little like we were still in the water — floating along and defying gravity with nobody aware of our existence but the heavens.

Pretty soon, I realized I was heading for an eruptive climax. As much as I would’ve enjoyed shooting off in her mouth, I wanted to be inside her and feel her cunt spasming orgasmically around my cock.

I urged her back, and she immediately understood my desire. She flung herself onto her back and dragged me onto her. There were no niceties now, no more preliminaries. Consumed by lust, I thrust into her, stroking hard.

She rocked under me, drawing her legs up to give me complete access to her snatch. Her face was ablaze as I pounded away. She met my mighty thrusts with her bucking hips and beseeching words: “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I gave her everything I had. And when I felt myself go past the point of no return, she was with me. Her beautiful body writhed as another climax rocked her. My jizz went flying as my own rapture consumed me.

Later, we went back to the pool and basked beneath distant stars. It was heaven on Earth with my angelic MILF.