Alex’s mother was the hottest mom in the neighborhood when we were growing up. When short shorts were in, she was always flashing her ass cheeks. When flowy dresses were in vogue, she’d step outside to deliver lemonade and snacks to us, and I’d catch the silhouette of her hourglass figure beneath her thin dress in the bright sunlight.

But there was more to Mrs. T than her banging body. She was truly nice. She laughed at our jokes and told us new ones. And before we all had our own licenses, she was always happy to give us a lift.

I envied Alex for his mom. I wished, sometimes, she was mine. Until I turned 18, and those flashes of thigh and cleavage meant a lot more to me. Suddenly, I didn’t wish she was my mother.

I wished she was in my bed, and I was fucking her.

Mrs. T was the fodder for my first jerk-off session, and I awoke from more than one dream as a young man where I was blissfully being serviced by Mrs. T. Missy.

A few years later when I saw her again at a get-together she was hosting, I thought of a scene in The Graduate and muttered under my breath, “Mrs. T, are you trying to seduce me?”

“What’s that, Roger?” she asked.

I swallowed hard as she poured me a drink.

She was now a grandma, but she was as hot as ever. A late 40-something to my late 20-something, but I still felt a twitch in my pants when I saw her.

Her long hair was pale blonde, her face flushed with happiness, and her tits were as glorious as ever — two luscious-looking mounds inside her green wrap dress. To make matters worse, she had on black high-heeled boots that made me weak in the knees.

I knew those boots would feature heavily in my bedtime fantasies.

I was single at the time, having split with my girlfriend a couple of months earlier, and had flown home for a solo visit. And apparently, I was still horny for Alex’s mom.

“You look nice, Mrs. T,” I said politely.

She handed me a glass as she said, “It’s Ms. now. I’m divorced, after all. And you’re a grown man. You can call me Missy.”

“Missy,” I said, tasting the name on my tongue.

She moved closer to me, and my entire body kind of rippled. My brain shut down, and my dick woke up.

She smiled at me, and my cock went from semi-erect to steel-hard in no time. Missy slid her hand down my arm and squeezed it. My shirt collar suddenly felt two sizes too small — and so did my underwear.

She leaned in closer and blew my mind when she whispered, “Why don’t you stick around when the party is over. We can have a drink. Then maybe we can have some fun?”

She pulled back, staring at me with a gorgeous smile on her full lips.

Dumbstruck, I managed to remember she’d delivered her proposal as a question, so I nodded vigorously and babbled, “Yes. I can stay. We can have fun.”

I must’ve looked as flustered as I felt because Missy laughed. Her pinkie finger skated over my fly. The act was so casual and subtle I almost missed it.

My dick was ramrod stiff, and there was no hiding it.

“Nice and hard. Just the way I like my men,” she whispered. Then she sauntered off in her snug dress that clung to her amazing ass just right.

The party broke up shortly afterward, and folks wandered off, including Alex. Some had offered to stay and help clean up, but Missy waved them off.

I busied myself in the background, picking up paper plates and bottles and cans.

But when the last guest disappeared, she took my free hand and tugged me gently.

“All that can wait,” she said.

I dropped what I was carrying on a nearby table. She pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. I rested my hands on her juicy ass and squeezed her plush cheeks. She sighed, grinding her lush body against me. My cock felt electric, and all I could imagine was burying it in her hot pussy.

I bent and kissed her neck. She mewled softly, her nipples spiking beneath the smooth fabric of her dress. I traced one nub with my thumb, watching as it grew harder. I squeezed her full breast and then slid my hand along her side and down her hip.

Touching her for real was a mindfuck. She was soft but firm. She smelled like something juicy and edible. Citrus maybe.

She smelled like fucking sunshine.

Her fingernails skated over my skin as she pushed her hand into my pants. Her fingers were cool and strong as they wrapped around my ridiculously hard cock. My breath escaped me.

“What’s this you have here for me?” she said against my earlobe.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She scraped her fingernail over the tip of my cock, which was slick with pre-come.

“Maybe you should take these off.”

I pulled away and quickly did what she suggested. Belt — gone. Zipper — down. Button — popped. Pants — removed.

She gestured for me to keep going, and I stripped the rest of the way.

“Good. Now you should take off my clothes.”

My cock bobbed as she spoke, as if giving her a cordial nod of agreement.

I untied the sash at her waist and watched, mesmerized, as her whole dress loosened. I unwrapped her like a present, and then she pulled off her bra. I pushed my fingers into the sides of her panties, sliding them down over her full hips.

I stopped to kiss her lower belly and her mound, and then nudged between her thighs to flick my tongue over her clit.

“You should stay there and do that some more,” she purred.

So I did. Kneeling before her, I parted her pussy lips and worshiped her clitoris. I flicked my tongue among her folds, darting it over that pert bit of flesh and sucking her intensely. Her fingernails curled like talons against my shoulders and dug in instinctively.

“Put your fingers inside me,” she ordered.

I slid two fingers into her wet cunt and felt her snatch grip me warmly. I pushed against the softness, and she moaned with longing. I synced my licking to the movement of my fingers, stroking her and sucking her and licking her until her hips jerked and her pussy rippled around my digits.

I pulled my fingers free, and she took my damp hand as she said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I’ve never followed anyone so willingly in my life.

Once inside her room, she pushed me back onto her four-poster bed and crawled between my legs. Her mouth engulfed my erection, and I sighed at the wet suction. She was so good, so perfect. The moment was everything I had imagined it could be.

Missy dragged her mouth up and down my rigid shaft. She cupped my balls with one hand as she sucked my dick with an eagerness I’d rarely experienced. She brought me right to the edge, stopping just before I exploded. Then she kissed my inner thighs.

My hips twitched and bounced on their own. My body was desperate for release, but a climax was just out of my reach.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she asked, trailing her fingernails along the places she’d already kissed.

My cock strained, wanting to be inside her. Wanting to come.

“Fuck yes. Always.”

“Always?”

“You were my masturbation fantasy,” I said, practically panting. “I came of age coming to the thought of you, Mrs. — Missy.”

“Wow.”

She didn’t waste time then. She straddled my lap, running the head of my cock along her slickness. She sank down just an inch. I was inside but not entirely. It was only enough to make me nearly weep with desire.

“Please,” I gasped.

She cupped my cheek with her hand and said, “You were always so polite.”

Missy sank down on me in one swift move, and my whole body sang. I grabbed her hips and drove up from beneath her. We were in a frenzy of motion. She was riding me, with her fingers splayed on my chest. I could hardly catch my breath as I skated the line between wanting to come and wanting the moment to last.

“Don’t shoot yet,” she said. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Jesus, Missy,” I muttered. Her words were nearly my undoing.

I nodded as if her request was the easiest thing in the world.

But my impending orgasm was one I’d wanted for over a decade.

She fucked me vigorously, her full tits bouncing up and down as she rode my pole. I reached up to tweak her dusky pink nipples.

Missy’s eyes were shut tight as she rocked from side to side, her face screwed up as if in deep concentration — and then she shivered and shook as her orgasm hit her with delicious violence. Her body rocked, and she moaned. The wetness of her pussy seemed to spill around my cock and moisten my groin.

I grunted as she slid off me, the air cool on my flesh as her slick pussy released me. But it was instantly replaced by her warm, willing mouth.

Missy deep-throated me and then backed off. Her tongue traced a hot trail up the underside of my shaft. She tongued the edge of my cockhead and licked the slit.

Her fist worked up and down my shaft, slick and strong. I pushed up into her hand, aching to come. She sucked the crown of my cock and then gulped all of me down.

I put my hand on her head, not pushing, just holding her. She continued to tease me, moving slow, then fast, then barely moving at all.

My hips rose up without me even thinking about it. A primal instinct to get pleasure. To get the release I craved.

Her fingers slid along my balls and stroked my inner thighs.

“I can’t,” I said. “I can’t hold out anymore. I’m going to come!”

She kept blowing me, tickling and stroking. She sank down so completely her lips brushed my pubic hair, and I shot my load.

I came with an outrageous groan. My hand was on the back of her head, my fingers tangled in her hair.

She surprised me by continuing to suck me and lick me until I was clean. Then she sat back on her haunches. Her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders, brushing the tips of her nipples.

She was beyond gorgeous.

“Was that as good as your fantasies?” she asked, looking amused.

“Even better,” I told her.

Missy settled on her side next to me, trailing her fingers over my skin. Her ticklish touch made the muscles jump under my skin.

“Maybe you should tell me more about these fantasies of yours. We might be able to make them all come true.”

I liked the sound of that.