My friend Don threw himself a party last month on his 25th birthday, and invited about 20 people, of whom I was one.

The food was fabulous, the booze flowed freely and the party was a terrific hit. The only thing that was missing, as far as I was concerned, was any sight of Don’s gorgeous mother, Laura.

Over the years that Don and I had been friends, I had developed a serious crush on Laura, which had grown into a deep sexual desire after her divorce became final. She was in her early 40s and had beautiful long blonde hair that perfectly framed her pretty face, smallish breasts that still needed no support and long legs that tapered sexily down to slender ankles. She was a lawyer and oozed of self-confidence, along with a subtle but powerful hint of sexual playfulness that left men goggle-eyed and wondering if she was putting on a show just for them. As a rather backward 26-year-old virgin, I couldn’t help being enthralled by her. I made it a point to visit Don’s house as often as I could, and I always got hard at the sight of her. But nothing had ever happened.

On the night of Don’s party, however, Laura had evidently gone out somewhere, as she was nowhere to be seen. The party went on late into the night, and I was one of the last guests remaining after most of the others had either left or gone upstairs to sack out for the night rather than drive home. Finally even Don went up to pass out, and I was left alone. Not feeling like going home yet, and still hoping to catch a glimpse of Laura at some point, I decided to make myself useful and try to clean up some of the party mess.

So I set to work, clearing glasses and bottles, emptying ash trays and so on. I was washing out some bowls in the kitchen when I heard the sound of the front door opening, and heels clacking in the hall. It had to be Laura! My heart started racing, but I just kept doing what I was doing, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. When she came into the kitchen I looked over my shoulder and saw her smiling at me.

She was wearing a short, clingy, low-cut red dress that came down only to mid-thigh, and showed a good portion of her breasts. She was obviously not wearing a bra, and I could see that her nipples were erect and poking prominently against the flimsy fabric. I felt myself growing hard immediately at the sight of her.

She asked what I was doing as she went to the fridge to get some water, and I told her I was just cleaning up a little, having nothing better to do. She said I shouldn’t be doing that, as I was a guest. She then said that she was going to change, and would be back in a minute to help me finish up. She brushed against me slightly as she left the room.

A few minutes later she returned, now wearing a tight white bodysuit with black pajama pants. Again the shapes of her breasts and nipples were plainly visible under her flimsy top. I was now rock-hard. As we worked she continued to brush against me occasionally, rubbing her tits across my arm, letting her thigh rest against mine. I was in heaven.

It was nearly four in the morning when we finished cleaning up. I said I’d better be going, but Laura stopped me, saying she didn’t really think I should be going home so late. Taking my hand, she led me to a couch in the living room. Taking a seat in the center of the couch, she patted the cushion beside her with a playful smile. Of course I was helpless to resist.

We sat and talked for a little while, and I was like a man in a dream, more intoxicated by being close to her than from the liquor I had consumed at the party. But then I was jolted out of my pleasant euphoria when she suddenly said with a smile, “So how long have you had a crush on me, Ted?”

My heart stopped. I was unable to speak for a long moment, then finally managed to stammer out, “How — how did you know?”

Laura giggled and put her hand on my leg. “Well, Ted, it has been obvious for a while,” she told me. “I mean, you never take your eyes off me when we are together, and truthfully, I find it very exciting.” I felt my erection expanding in my jeans, and shifted around a bit, foolishly trying to keep it from showing. Laura smiled again and put her hand on my bulge. “It looks like you might be excited as well,” she murmured as her hand started to trace the hard-on straining at my crotch. Rubbing the tip of my cock in slow circles, she asked if I had ever been with an older woman before. When I said no, she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I will make your first time memorable then — for both of us.” She then lightly nipped my earlobe before leaning back.

My heart was racing as I looked at her, still smiling at me. As if in a trance, I brought a hand to her face and caressed her cheek, then bent toward her and kissed her lips. The kiss was soft at first, but grew more intense by the second, until she pushed me back against the couch, continuing to kiss me as her hand found my zipper and expertly pulled it down. She reached in, her fingers finding my cock and working it free before stroking up and down the length of it.

As our mouths moved apart, I brought a hand to the swell of her breast, caressing it and feeling her hard nipple through her bodysuit. As I did so her hand wrapped around my shaft and began to stroke it slowly. I wrapped my free arm around her back and pulled her closer, exposing most of her breast. Leaning down, I began to kiss and suck on it gently.

“Suck it hard, Ted,” she whispered. “It’s okay to mark me; I really love the sensation!” My head swam as I took her at her word, sucking hard and sinking my teeth into the firm flesh, giving her a hickey as she continued to caress my throbbing dick.

My hand slipped under her shirt then and found her nipple. I began to rub it between my thumb and index finger, and it excited me when Laura moaned with pleasure. My cock was oozing precome now, and as she felt it on her hand she lifted that hand to her mouth and tasted it. “Mmm, nothing tastes as good as youth,” she murmured. And then she asked me, “Have you ever had a blowjob?”

I had to confess to her that I was still a virgin. At that she made a sexy little moaning sound and sank down to her knees, spreading my legs and slipping between them. She then reached out to tug at my jeans, peeling them down and off, along with my shorts. Her hands rubbed my thighs ever so gently as she looked up into my eyes. “Enjoy this,” she whispered, and bent her head to me. Her hair brushed lightly over my cock, and then her lips were on it, kissing the tip.

The next thing I knew she was bringing her tongue into play, licking me slowly from the bottom of my rigid shaft right up to the top, and then repeating the gesture. I clutched at the couch cushions and watched her with wide eyes. She smiled at me, then wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and began to suck just the head of it. I gasped out loud as she licked and nuzzled my cockhead; I had never felt anything so erotic. After a minute she removed her hand and took my entire cock into her mouth, sucking it right down her throat. She pulled it out and sucked the head again, her hand stroking the shaft, then took it back in and worked her lips up and down the whole thing, until I felt myself coming. As I yelled and stiffened, she took my entire cock into her mouth, sucking hard. I went off like a cannon, and she swallowed my load, her lips milking my cock of everything it had.

When I was empty Laura got up and sat beside me again. “You know, I’ve thought about you too, Ted,” she told me. “I’ve often wondered what it would be like to feel you inside me.”

I didn’t know whether to believe this or not, but I wasn’t about to question her as she took my hand and placed it on her stomach, just above the waistline of her pajama pants. I slid my fingers inside her pants and encountered the snaps of her bodysuit, which I soon opened. I could feel her trimmed bush, soft and inviting beneath my probing fingers. I gently rubbed her pussy mound, slowly increasing the pressure. Laura snuggled close to me, her breasts pushing into my chest as she opened her legs to allow me full access. I held my breath as I reached her moist opening, then slowly penetrated her, sliding one finger inside and then another as she moaned softly. Recalling what she had done with my precome, I took my hand out briefly and licked her juice from my fingers before putting them back. Laura began to squirm as I rubbed the inside of her pussy, feeling a triumphant thrill when I found the spots that made her gasp and pant. Finally I found her clitoris and began rubbing it gently but quickly. She started to whimper, her legs tightening around my hand. “Oh God, yes!” she moaned then, and soon her bodysuit and my hand were soaked with her come.

We sat there for a few minutes as her breathing returned to normal. Then she turned to look at me, “I need you to fuck me,” she said softly. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

She shimmied out of her pants as I watched her. Her bodysuit now was up around her waist, her thighs soaked with her juices. I felt myself shaking with anticipation as I peeled off my shirt and undershirt. Now I was naked before her. And hard as a rock once more.

Laura straddled my legs and took hold of my cock, rubbing the head of it along her pussy lips as she looked at me. I was now lost in lust. “It’s so sweet that this is your first time,” she said, and slowly lowered herself onto my lap as my cock slipped into her pussy. I reached up and slid her bodysuit over her head, getting my first sight of Laura naked. It was all I could do not to come right then.

“God, Ted your cock feels great inside me!” she moaned. I stayed as still as I could, afraid that any movement would set off my orgasm. Laura did all the work. Once I was fully encased in her pussy, she raised her body slowly, until just the tip of my cock was inside her, then eased herself back down. Over and over she did this, very gradually picking up speed. After a while she began to breathe harder, guttural moans coming out of her mouth. Then she bent down over me until I could feel her breasts tight against my chest. “Oh, God, Ted, this feels so wonderful!” she panted. Her hips were moving as though independently now, pumping sharply back and forth, and her moans turned into little yelps each time she took me deeply inside her.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer, and I was thrilled when Laura raised her head and cried out that she was going to come. I let myself go, and just two or three strokes later we were convulsing together in orgasm. Laura’s hands dug into my back as her body shook uncontrollably. I could feel our combined juices leaking out of her pussy and running down my thighs. God, it was wonderful!

After we calmed down, Laura sat up and smiled down at me. Her hair was plastered against her face, her tits moving up and down with her still rapid breathing. “I want you to stay with me tonight,” she told me. “Would you like that, Ted?”

Of course she already knew the answer.