Things had always been complicated between me and my buddy Hank’s mom Bethany. For starters, I’d had a wicked crush on her forever. But I couldn’t tell Hank that, not even now that we were both away at college.

But the stranger thing was that Bethany had treated me oddly from the first day I’d met her. When I used to go over to Hank’s house, I would catch her staring at me like I was some exotic creature. But whenever I tried to talk with her, she got very stiff, very formal.

None of that stopped me from thinking she was the hottest MILF on the planet. At twice my age she had a taut physique, firm tits, and an ass that had haunted my dreams.

But I was a college man now, and I was getting my share of pussy and loving it. Every day I felt a little more grown up, enjoying all the freedoms that came from being away from home. But I was also doing well in my studies.

At the end of my first year, my parents sent me a plane ticket to come back and visit them. I flew out, and it was great to see my folks.

It was also weird being back in my old home. I wasn’t much bigger or older than when I’d left, but I felt almost like I’d outgrown the place both physically and emotionally.

When I spoke to my mom and dad, I sounded like an adult. I had interesting things to say. It was a good feeling.

Even my mom noticed. “Oh Mike, you’re so mature.” Then she sort of ruined it by pinching my cheek and making me laugh like a kid.

Hank had gone to a different school, though we kept in touch through social media. He was taking summer courses and wouldn’t be back for a visit while I was here. But there was plenty to keep me busy, other local friends to see, and all the home-cooked meals.

It was after one of those feasts that I decided to go out for a walk. I rambled around the old neighborhood, again feeling like everything was a little smaller than it used to be. I thought of all the games I used to play on these streets, all the dumbass trouble I used to get into as a teenager, and I chuckled quietly to myself.

I found myself on the street where Hank’s house stood. Hank’s dad was long since out of the picture and he didn’t have any siblings, so it would just be Bethany there now.

It was evening. The lights were on in the house. I stopped and looked at the windows for a full minute. Suddenly all those memories and fantasies of Hank’s mom came flooding back. Apparently I hadn’t outgrown them.

My cock was getting hard. I turned away and started off again.

“Mike? Is that you?”

I froze and turned, recognizing the voice. There stood Bethany in the open front doorway of her house.

I had to fight to keep my voice steady. “Hello, Mrs. Wells.”

She called to me. “I didn’t know you were back. Come in and say hi properly.”

My gut fluttered nervously. I hoped to hell she couldn’t see my semi in my jeans as I crossed to her door.

She smiled brightly as she ushered me inside. I looked around. It was the same old house, just neater now that Hank was away.

“I’ve got lemonade,” she said. “Or do you drink coffee now?”

“Coffee would be lovely,” I said. Now I was trying to sound mature.

She was as smoking-hot as ever. I felt the urgent pull of desire. She brought coffees to the living room, where we sat. She was so cheerful, asking me about school. There was none of the old formality. She sat next to me on her big sofa, and when she laughed at something I said, she would touch my knee.

If she’d done that when I was younger, I probably would have creamed myself. As it was, I was intensely turned-on. She sat so close. She wore yoga pants and a tight top that showed off her still luscious figure.

The next time she touched my knee, she left her hand there, squeezing it.

“What’re you doing, Mrs. Wells?”

“Bethany. Don’t you like it?” Her hand moved up onto my thigh.

I was trembling. “I love it. But — you were never like this before.”

“You were a boy before. Now you’re a man. Aren’t you?” she asked teasingly.

It made me suddenly bold. Feeling like I was stepping off a cliff, I took her hand and put it on my crotch. She immediately squeezed my huge bulge.

We heaved toward each other on the couch. Her mouth came hungrily toward mine. I met her lips. They parted. Our tongues tangled. My whole body rippled with need. My mind was exploding as dreams crashed into this fantastic reality.

In my arms, her body was a sexy live wire. She pushed me over on my back and squirmed on top of me. She ground her crotch against mine. I got a hand between us and groped her lush tits. Her nipples were as stiff as diamonds.

I was incredibly happy that Hank was taking summer courses. Bethany and I tore at each other’s clothes. I wanted her naked, but we kept pausing to caress and kiss and grind.

Finally, she was out of her clothing and I was stripped to my skin. My cock throbbed and surged into rock-hardness as Bethany gazed down on it, her eyes blazing, her tongue hanging out. Was she going to — ?

Oh, yeah. Her mouth went to my cock. My body jumped at the contact. I lay back on the deep cushions as her lips sealed my swollen cockhead. I felt the hot swirl of her tongue. Then, in one single plunge, she dropped her mouth all the way down my veiny shaft.

I cried out. I’d gotten blown before, but this was expert cocksucking. It was like she didn’t even have a gag reflex. Also, she was loving what she was doing, making mmmmm sounds that got my balls humming. Her head bobbed up and down. It was amazing.

But I didn’t want to shoot off like a novice. I pulled her off me and encouraged her to lie back on the couch. Eagerly she spread her creamy thighs. I gazed a moment on her bare body, realizing my fantasies had never done her justice. She was fucking gorgeous.

I pressed my shoulders between her legs. Her pussy gleamed as I lowered my face toward it. I inhaled her intoxicating aroma. Her flavor stung my tongue as I took my first lick. She tasted like ambrosia.

I speared her deep, and her body undulated. She growled with pleasure, which was gratifying. The last thing I wanted to do was give her bad head. But she continued to moan and writhe as I ate her out.

When I licked and sucked on her clit, her ass started bouncing up off the cushion. She crushed her pussy hard against my mouth. I didn’t stop. My tongue worked crazily.

Finally, she grabbed my hair and howled. Her juices flooded me, and I swallowed every drop. When she let go, I came up panting. She sat up and grabbed me again, this time licking every trace of wetness off my face. No girl had ever done that with me.

But this wasn’t a girl. Bethany was a woman.

Grinning, she said, “I need your cock in me.” She moved me into a sitting position, then got ready to straddle me.

I watched with a blissed-out smile as she lowered herself onto my rod. Inch after inch disappeared up into her until she was fully impaled on my staff. Her slick pussy walls gripped me. The pleasure was unbelievable.

Then she started rocking up and down on me, and that pleasure went off the charts. It wasn’t just that I was having sex. It was that I fulfilling something almost primordial out of my past, and it was surpassing every fantasy I’d ever concocted.

Her hands gripped my shoulders. My hips jabbed up to meet her downward lunges. I played with her tits, tweaking her sweet pink nips. She groaned and wriggled.

When she came a second time, I almost joined her but held back. She let out another yowl, her pussy tightening. When her body went limp, I shifted her around. I wanted her on her hands and knees.

She eagerly assumed the position, looking back at me over her shoulder and grinning again. I knelt behind her, gazing down on her sculpted ass. I aimed my cock at her glistening pussy, slotted myself back in, and wrapped my fingers around her hips.

I pushed in deep, to her very core. She gave a grunt of appreciation. I started stroking into her. Even with frantic lust burning in me, I went at it with a slow, steady rhythm. I wanted to get her to come one more time, preferably while I was blasting come into her.

With her glorious body propped up before me, I could appreciate her full, firm maturity. This was a woman in complete physical command of herself. Her responses weren’t muted. Her desires were honest and urgent.

I fucked her from behind, savoring every smack of flesh, every spank of my balls against her scrumptious backside. Her head whipped from side to side.

I increased my speed, spearing her deeply every time. My fingers tightened on her hips. I was pounding her now, with sweat in my eyes and a frenzied tingling racing all over my skin.

She must have been tuned to me perfectly. I cried out and started jetting into her. At the same instant she writhed, one fist hammering the couch. There was no mistaking the climax ripping through her lovely body.

I spewed like crazy, the pleasure raking my entire being. Only when I’d had my last spurt did her knees give way. I lay down next to her, holding her, softly kissing her forehead.

Dreamily I asked, “Why were you always so weird with me when I was younger?”

She chuckled lazily. “You looked just like a boy I knew when I was your age, before I met Hank’s father. That boy was the one who got away.”

She smiled up at me. Her flesh was warm against mine. Already I felt my cock stirring again.

“But this is better,” she said. “Better than before.”