... Like Mother

Now, for all the fun I had with Alex (see previous chapter) we became and remain very good friends. However, what I have never told her about is an adventure that occurred whilst we were working together.

Towards the end of our secondment, Alex needed to go back to London to resolve a problem at the firm where she usually worked.  I had my evening worked out – a couple of drinks at a nearby pub, followed by a meal at a nice Indian restaurant I’d found (there are only so many hotel meals you can eat) and then an early night with a good book for company.

I was just packing up about 5-ish when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in”, I said, expecting it to be Emma, our typist

The door opened and there stood Steph, Alex’s mum.  She was holding a couple of bags and I guessed she’d been out shopping.

“Hi, Steph! She’s not here. She’s gone back to London for the night, remember?”

“Actually, I came to see you, Bob. I’ve shopped until I dropped and fancied a nice cold glass of wine before going home, and wondered if you’d like to join me?”

“That’s an excellent idea”, I replied, “let me just finish up here. Have a seat”

As we left the building, I asked where we should go. She suggested my hotel bar – it was very nice – so we headed there. She asked for pinot grigio, and I also fancied a glass, so I bought a bottle.

“Bob Walker! Are you trying to get me drunk? I’ve got to drive home”

I laughed and said she’d be OK to drive on a couple of glasses. We found a leather sofa to sit on and sat down. The middle immediately sagged and moved us close together. “Do you want to find another seat?” I asked. “I’m fine” she said “This is cosy”

And indeed it was. Steph is a fine looking woman in her mid-50s. Tall, elegant and she had kept herself in very good shape. Her skirt rode up to just above her knees, showing a little thigh which I found extremely sexy.

We actually polished off the bottle of wine in about 30 minutes and Steph said she felt a bit tipsy. I asked her if she wanted a coffee or a soft drink, but she said she’d go and get the drinks. She returned with another bottle of wine, saying she’d get a taxi home.

I asked her what time Reg, her husband, was expecting her.

“Well …. Actually …. I told him I probably wouldn’t be home much before ten as I was meeting a friend in town and going for a drink.”

“Oh”, I said, “Where are you meeting your friend?”

“Oh … this hotel. I’m with him now”

“You told Reg you were meeting me for a drink?” I asked, incredulously. I liked Reg a lot, and did not want him to feel put out that his wife was out drinking with me whilst he was stuck at home.

“Of course not, silly”, she said “I told him I was meeting a couple of girls from the office where I used to work”

I stared at her and then laughed. “That was rather naughty, Steph. Are you in a naughty mood?” I said this fully intending its possible double meaning, to see if Steph picked up on it.

“Very much so”, she said, and placed her hand on mine.

“Oh my goodness”, I said with an air of mock naivety  “If I’d had a clue, I’d have bought champagne to celebrate”. It was her turn to laugh

“Shall we take the wine up to my room to carry on this conversation?”

“I think we should” She replied.

As I opened my bedroom door, I hoped to God that the chambermaids had made my bed. The night before I had bedded Steph’s daughter, as I had done on many nights previously, and Alex was a “gusher” – she released a stream of liquid from her pussy when she orgasmed. Fortunately, they had!

“This is an unexpected, and extremely pleasant, surprise” I said to Steph, taking her glass of wine and placing it on the desk in the room. I then took her hand and pulled her to me. We stood face to face for a second or two and then kissed. Gently at first but, as I slid my hand around her waist and cupped her ass, more passionately … in fact, almost aggressively.

I couldn’t resist … the deliciousness of the situation was too great an opportunity.  I stepped back.

“Undress for me”, I said, as I made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed.

She was wearing a dark green jacket over a light green blouse, and black jeans.  I assumed she was going to take off the jacket first, but instead she unbuttoned her jeans, kicked off her shoes, and wriggled out of them. She was wearing pale green panties with just a hint of a bulge over the top where they pressed into her. She then slid down her panties to reveal a beautiful pussy with a thin “landing strip” of public hair.

She reached down and started to play with her cunt, rubbing away at her clit that soon became quite prominent. My cock was fully hard at this point, to the extent that remaining seated was becoming uncomfortable. She stepped towards me and reached her hand out for me to lick the smell of her minge from her fingers.

She then pushed me back so that I was half-on, half-off the bed and undid my trousers. She pulled them off with a practised movement and then took of my shorts also.  She placed a knee either side of my and lowered herself onto my cock

As she moved up and down on me, slowly at first, I unbuttoned her blouse. She shook it off along with her jacket, She then reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

“Not my finest features” She remarked, as she arched her back to push them out.

“Au contraire”, I responded, cupping each in my hands. They were a nice size, drooping a little because of her age, but nothing to be ashamed of.

“You should see my daughter’s boswams”, she said “They are huge. Gets them from her Dad’s grandmother”. I stifled a chuckle to myself. If only Steph knew that I’d been sucking on her daughter’s “boswams” almost exactly 24 hours previously.

Steph undid my shirt and, once I’d wriggled out of it, I twisted my body to put her on her back. Lifting myself up, I stroked into her gently at first and then more vigorously. She wrapped her legs around my back and we rocked ourselves to orgasm.

I pulled out and moved down her body. I wanted a closer look at her clit. As soon as my tongue touched it, she spasmed and came again. And then I noticed. She was a “gusher” too!

Afterward, we lay together. “Alex must never know”, Steph implored.

“Have no fear, Steph. I’m not going to be telling her”

She then said something that shook me to the core.

“I’ve been married 30 years, and this is the first time I’ve been unfaithful to Reg. It’s your fault. You were way too charming when you visited us”

I asked if she was going to be embarrassed when I went for dinner the following week.

“Oh no! I shall be walking round with a big smile and possibly a moist pussy”

I laughed

The following week’s dinner, and the couple we had afterwards at Steph’s home, went without incident.

After the job had finished, we never met again, although they send cards to me at Christmas. Alex has told me that they both ask after me, however, and said “I think you were a bit of a hit with my Mum”