She was hot. She was athletic and in great shape, but she didn’t have one of those overly muscular gym rat bodies. Any straight guy would be attracted to her — and I was one of them. She also had a presence to go with all those bodily goods, a sensual vibe that turned heads. Her name was Clarice.

There was only one problem. She was the mother of one of my friends and co-workers. That put her about 20 years older than me. The gap was just so big.

Also, you don’t fuck around with your friend’s mom. Everybody knows that without having to know it, you know?

I had met Clarice at a softball game. I worked at an auto shop, and we played ball with some of the crews from other local businesses. Ike’s mother showed up at one of our games. I played third base, and Clarice sat in the stands right along the third base line.

She popped right out of the crowd; that’s how serious her presence was. I can still remember the low-cut blouse she wore, the tight jeans and how she seemed to radiate alluring sexuality. It took me several minutes to discern she was older than me — by a wide margin. But I kept looking anyway — and nearly let a ground ball go by.

“Get your head in the game!” Ike shouted. He was playing shortstop.

Then, to my surprise, he waved at that hot woman in the stands — and she waved back!

Afterward, Ike introduced me. Up close, I could see Clarice’s age more clearly, but damned if she didn’t wear it well. If anything she looked seasoned, not old. She was gorgeous!

Ike’s mom shook my hand and complimented me on my performance in the game; I’d scored the go-ahead run. Even the feel of her hand in mine sent fine, fiery shivers through me. Fortunately, my buddy had walked away by then.

Clarice took a step closer to me. Her eyes had a dancing quality, and I felt them measuring me in every way. My cock started to stir. I immediately reminded myself of the unspoken rule I’d just spoken about. This was Ike’s mom. Ike and I were pals.

She asked if I was single, and I replied that I was. She said, with a purr in her voice that made my pulse race, “Maybe we could go get a drink sometime?” There seemed to be all sorts of innuendo behind the remark, or maybe I was just hearing what I wanted to hear.

I dodged the question and excused myself, but I felt her still watching me as I scurried off. I told myself she was too old for me. The gap. The gap! Too big an age gap. Messing around with her wouldn’t just endanger my friendship with Ike. It seemed just plain weird all on its own.

You were supposed to fuck around with people roughly your own age. Maybe a three-year margin on either side. That way you had all the common cultural references, probably listened to the same kind of music. Clarice was literally from a whole different generation.

But goddamn she was hot!

I kept thinking about her, and she kept putting in little cameos in my life as she showed up at the garage to see Ike. But really, I thought, she was showing up there to give me a secret sexy look or two. Ike’s dad was long out of the picture, so at least I wasn’t hot and bothered over a married woman.

Naturally, I didn’t say a word to Ike, and he seemed to have no idea that his mom had shown any interest in me. It might well have been that Ike had no clue how hot his mother was. Dudes can be blind like that.

One night, I was closing up the shop on my own. I’d been doing work on a sporty import and didn’t want to stop in the middle of the job. I heard a tap at the door.

When I went to tell whoever it was that we were closed, I found Clarice standing there. She held a paper bag in her hand, and I could tell by its silhouette that a bottle was inside. She also had two wineglasses in her other hand.

Clarice said, “I thought maybe I could bring that drink to you.”

Her voice had that familiar purr. She was dressed like she’d been the first time I saw her. My cock urgently uncoiled, and excitement rose through me with the speed and force of an express elevator.

We went into the office, which had a big comfy couch. She poured the wine, and we drank. But I barely tasted it. She sat close to me, and I could feel where this was going. I also felt helpless to stop it. Really, I didn’t want to stop it. Ike wasn’t there. Ike would never know. And that damn gap was quickly losing its importance.

Clarice put a hand on my leg. I shifted toward her on the couch, or she moved toward me. Either way, we were pressed together. Then the wineglasses were no longer in our hands, and my arms were wrapping around her.

Our mouths came together, and her tongue went sizzling past my lips. I frenched her back. Every one of my nerve endings felt intensely alive. My work clothes were smothering my skin, and my cock was ready to tear through the fabric constraining it.

“You want to go to my place?” I asked, practically panting.

“I want you here,” she said, yanking at my clothes.

I flung everything off as she did the same, and we lay down together, sinking into those plush cushions. Her skin was like satin, her body firm yet with an enticing softness. Her stiff nipples pressed against my chest. I pushed my blazingly hard cock against her tight belly.

We wriggled together. My mouth devoured hers. Her hands moved over me — no feints, no teases. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t playing any games along the road to getting it. I saw right then what an advantage her age really was. She’d outgrown typical youthful coyness.

I groped her tits, and she squirmed with pleasure. I tweaked her luscious nipples, and she grabbed a handful of my ass, growling with desire. Heat covered me, and my pulse thumped. I licked her throat, kissed my way down to those sweet tempting mounds and proceeded to suck on her tits. I swirled my tongue over her nips and even bit softly at her erect buds, triggering musical moans from her.

When I moved further down her lovely body, she understood what I had in mind and lay back, spreading her legs. Anticipation gleamed in her eyes. I licked her belly, then her thighs were over my shoulders and I was inhaling the lush aroma rising from her pussy.

She was slick and waiting. I put my tongue to her, sliding it over her outer lips. Her hips rolled on the couch. I breathed her in, and I got a better taste of her when I slipped my tongue tip inside.

Her intoxicating flavor filled my mouth, and I delved deeper to feed my cravings. I’d always liked the amazing intimacy of eating pussy, how the experience could be delicate and forceful at the same time. I had been with a woman or two who was skittish about the act, but Clarice wasn’t one of those.

She moaned and seized my hair as she ground her streaming cleft against my face. I tongued her clit, bathing the swollen nub. She humped my mouth, and I felt the couch shaking beneath us as her body quaked climactically. She was feeling her orgasm all through her, I was certain.

I drank down her flowing juices, thrilled to hear her high cry of pleasure as she fully let loose. Her warm honey put a glowing ember in my stomach.

Shortly afterward, she sat up. Moving fast, she fairly shoved me onto my back and settled herself between my legs. She took my balls in her hand and dropped her mouth onto my cockhead.

Pleasure whipped through me as her tongue twirled over my knob. I gasped as her lips sealed themselves around my crown. Without a pause, the ring of her mouth plunged straight down my shaft. Again, she knew what she wanted, and at that moment, she wanted to suck my cock.

She rocked up and down, keeping up a perfect suction on my straining staff. Her tongue danced crazily. Everything was the right pressure, the right speed. It was quite possibly the best suck I’d ever received.

But she knew to pull back before I got to the point of no return. Her head rose, and I started to sit up. But she planted a hand on my chest to keep me down, then she climbed on top of me.

I grunted with happiness as she slotted my cock into herself. Her pussy gripped me fiercely. She rode me with nimble movements. I fondled her tits some more and watched in sweet delirium as pleasure climbed through her anew. She had no inhibitions, no squeamishness when it came to her own erotic joy. She moaned, swayed and bounced merrily on my cock, taking herself again to the ultimate peak.

Her pussy tightened around me when she came. Her back arched, and she made animalistic sounds. As her climax started to ebb, I seized the initiative. I rolled her onto her back and drove myself deep inside her.

She heaved underneath me, thrusting her tits toward the ceiling as she cried, “Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

Naturally, I obliged the lady.

I still had enough self-control to start off at a steady but not hurried tempo. I stroked and stroked. Her skin was moist, her hair in disarray. But she still looked beautiful — maybe even more so in the throes of her raw passion.

I picked up speed. Our bodies came together with louder and louder smacks. I was spearing her to her core. She felt every inch of me, I was sure. Pleasure swarmed over her face, and it was coming to a boil in me as well.

I slammed into her, losing control and gleefully letting it go. My balls clenched, and my jizz began to shoot in thick, hot spurts. A frenzy of bliss tore through me, the intensity almost painful. It was nearly like leaving my body, except right at that instant I was more wired into my own fleshy being than ever before.

Afterward, we lay together spent. Then we made murmuring plans to see each other again, as often as possible. Of course, Ike could never know about it.