14 comments/ 129858 views/ 16 favorites His Best Friend's Mother By: Boxlicker101 CAUTION: This is a tale of a young man's happy introduction to the joy of sex, but it involves a married woman. If you are offended by sex involving him and a married woman who happens to be old enough to be his mother, you probably shouldn't read this story. * Tina Hunter was horny. In particular, she was horny for the best friend and college class mate of her son, Matthew. Bill was a tall, studly nineteen year old man, and the horny housewife had been throwing him hints about her availability for at least the last two months. Since he either did not recognize them or was too shy to act, she decided to stop being so subtle, and let him know exactly what she wanted, as soon as the opportunity arose, and she hoped it would be soon. She finally got her chance on a Wednesday morning in early June. Matthew was in college and Tina's husband was at work, so she was the only person home when Bill came by to return some lecture notes he had borrowed from her son. It was a warm day and the young stud was wearing a tight polo shirt and even tighter blue jeans, and his attire showed off his athletic physique. Tina also liked the look of his handsome, youthful face, with hazel eyes and strong, regular features, topped by dark brown hair. "Come in," she smilingly invited the young man, barely able to keep her hands off him. "It's too hot to stand around outside." When she looked him over, Tina decided, abruptly, that would be the day she made her move. She would almost certainly never have a better opportunity. They were in the house alone; her husband and son wouldn't be back for hours; her bed had just been made with clean sheets, and he and she were already quite scantily clad. Tina glanced down at his crotch, and thought she detected a bulge there, which made her even more determined to get young Billy into her bed that morning. She was right about the bulge, although the owner of it was slightly bent over, trying to keep it concealed. He was horny too, especially when he looked at his best friend's mother, and that had been the case for a long time, ever since shortly after he reached puberty and had first noticed her sexual desirability. Bill was a virgin, having never had sex with anybody but his own hand and, while lying in his bed masturbating, the fantasy in his mind was the hot, but strictly unattainable Tina Hunter. She was about forty years old, with blonde hair to her shoulders and a smooth, fair complexion with a few freckles. Her eyes were big and green and sparkling, and her smile was enticing, especially that morning when she opened the door and faced him before letting him in. Pretty as the lady's face was, it couldn't compete with her sexy body, especially her large breasts. That morning she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, unbuttoned in the front, with the tails tied at her waist. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra, because Bill could see her creamy skin peeking through the gap, even the soft swelling of the insides of her breasts. One time he had seen a bra of hers hanging on a clothesline, and had noticed it was a size 42DD. He wasn't sure what that meant, especially the letters, but he was fully aware that what the bra supported when in use would be an extremely delightful double handful. She noticed the handsome young man's eyes on her breasts, and Tina started to formulate a plan of action involving them. After closing and locking the door, she smiled again, pulled her shoulders back to thrust the bait out even farther and show off more skin, and walked past Bill to lead him out to the kitchen. He followed, gazing in lustful awe at her long, tan legs and her plump, sexy ass as it jiggled alluringly in her tight shorts. His cock got harder, putting an even bigger bulge in his jeans, and he hoped he would be able to hide his disgraceful condition from his best friend's mother. Seated at the kitchen table sharing a can of soda, Tina surreptitiously untied the tails of her light blouse. The gap between the plackets became wider, providing the object of her lust a better view when she threw out her chest or leaned over the table toward him. They talked amiably of college, and his and Matt's intentions there, and what the young men's goals would be after graduation. Tina watched for an opportunity to start putting her plan to work and, when one presented itself, she moved quickly and decisively. Bill got up and went to the sink to rinse out his glass and, quick as a cat, Tina was behind him. Quietly, on her bare feet, her blouse hanging open and her big breasts ready to be put to work, she stepped up behind him and reached up to start massaging his muscular shoulders. When he did and said nothing to prevent her from taking that small liberty she took a larger one, reaching under the hem of his shirt and pushing the cotton garment up to his shoulder blades so she could rub his bare back and sides. There was still no objection, so Tina moved in closer, reaching around him to rub Billy's belly and chest and tweak his nipples, while pressing her bare breasts against his back. To say the least, he was confused, but he didn't want to do anything that might change what had suddenly started happening to him. He didn't know what it was, or why Mrs. Hunter was doing what she was, but he certainly liked it. She was pressing herself against him, he knew, but he didn't know what the hard points were that he could feel digging into his skin. They were her erect nipples, but Bill thought they were probably buttons on her blouse, although he did wonder why they seemed to be side by side instead of one being higher than the other. Seconds later, he learned of his misconception. "Turn around, Billy," his hostess stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "See what I've got for you." He did what she asked, and he did see what she had for him. Bill quickly learned that Mrs. Hunter's breasts were an even better pair of handfuls than he had thought. As he stood gawking at them, she caught his wrists and raised his hands to place one on either of the twin treasures that were no longer even partially concealed by her blouse. "Do you like them, Billy? Play with them. They're a lot better to touch and squeeze than they are to look at, aren't they?" He hefted them in his hands, and the succulent globes felt better there than anything ever had. Tina's breasts were soft, yet firm and vibrant, and a considerable weight in his hands. Their nipples were between his fingers and, when he felt their hardness, he realized that they were what had he felt against his back. He squeezed them, but gingerly, not wanting to hurt anything so beautiful. Tina's hands were busy too, after releasing Billy's wrists. Although she couldn't see what she was doing, her hands knew where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. They went to the young man's crotch to fondle his cock, which was trying to rip a hole in the faded denim, and deftly unzipped the fly of his pants. His erection was too big and hard to bring out through there, so Tina unbuttoned the waist of his pants - he wasn't wearing a belt - and reached inside the fly of his jockey shorts to feel the smooth, hard skin of what she was lusting for. She could tell it was too big to be pulled through that small opening too, so Tina peeled the young man's tight pants down to just above his knees and reached inside the waistband of his underwear to hold his cock out of the way while she pulled the shorts down to join his pants. Both of her hands wrapped themselves around the hard, thick cylinder that had become available to her, enjoying themselves even more than Bill's hands had on her breasts. It was fun, but Tina knew something that would be a lot more fun for her and Billy. Still holding his stiff cock, she went to her knees, smiled up at him, and kissed its tip. She licked it a few times, under the ridge and along the slit, before opening her mouth wide and slowly taking in its entire length. Still in slow motion, she moved her face back and forth, enveloping and releasing his cock, while her tongue caressed its length. It was definitely more fun, but she had a better place for what they were doing then and for all the other things she wanted to do. "I have been really aching for your big dick, Billy, but let's go to my bed. We can lie down there and enjoy ourselves a lot more." He was too excited and confused by what had unexpectedly been happening to him to be able to speak, but he did hear her mention "bed" and he was just as eager to go there as she was. Billy nodded his head, and the hot star of his raunchiest dreams got off her knees, her hand still wrapped around his hard cock, and led him to the place he had been fantasizing about for years. Her open blouse flapped from her shoulders and he held his pants and shorts against his thighs while they hurried toward that fabled destination. While Bill stood by the unmade bed, Tina peeled his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. On her knees again, she stripped his pants and shorts all the way down, removed his sandals and, one foot at a time, peeled his other clothing off around off his feet and tossed them away too. His cock, big and hard, was sticking straight out at her, and she kissed it before turning her face upward and smiling up at him. The horny young stud was completely naked, and his body was available for her pleasure. Her mouth was available for his pleasure too. Still on her knees, Tina leaned forward and gently held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. She looked up at his face again, grinned lewdly, and started licking the stiff shaft and curling her tongue around the head. Not wanting to delay any longer, Tina opened her mouth wide and fully engulfed the hard cylinder, taking it between her lips and all the way in until it brushed against the back of her throat. It felt good, filling her mouth the way she liked, and the skin was smooth and stretched tightly over its hard roundness as she caressed it with her tongue. The only thing wrong was that she wasn't as comfortable, physically, as she would have liked. Tina took the big cock out of her mouth, held it lightly in her fingers and smiled up at Bill. "This is really a great dick you've got here, Billy. How many girls have you stuck this big thing into?" "N-n-none" "None? Really? Do you mean to tell me that up to now, all the girls and women of this world have been deprived of your great big dick?" This time Bill couldn't answer, even stutteringly. He nodded his head. Tina was surprised and quite gratified that she would be the one to take the young man's cherry, but she wanted to do it right. "Well, if I'm going to be your first, let's make it as memorable as we can. Lie down on the bed and I'm going to give you something you'll never forget." Although nervous, Bill had no objections to doing as the older, sophisticated woman told him to do. To most men and boys, their virginity is an embarrassment, something they won't easily own up to, and a burden to be eliminated at the first opportunity. Bill was too shy to approach a girl, and not desirable enough for one of them to take the first step, so he depended on his own hand for sexual relief. He would have denied his lack of experience to anyone but the woman of his most lurid fantasies who was, apparently, about to end his deprivation. With a pillow under his head, Bill lay flat on his back, his big, hard cock sticking straight up in the air, and watched as that same woman finished removing her blouse and peeled off her shorts and the bikini panties she had been wearing under them. His nostrils detected a strange, musky aroma, something he had never smelled before, but it seemed to arouse him almost as much as the sight of her succulent naked body. . Tina got onto the bed beside Billy and leaned forward to draw his cock between her lips again. It felt even better to her mouth, and seemed to have gotten bigger and harder than it had been just a few minutes ago. Although it was long and thick, from that angle, she was able to take it all the way in to the back of her throat, and ever farther, until his coarse pubic hair was tickling her lips and nose. She left it like that for a few seconds, reveling in the way it filled her mouth so well, and in how the tight skin felt to her tongue as she laved its entire length. Slowly, she raised her head again, until her tongue was again caressing the velvety head. She stayed like that for a few seconds before lowering her face and raising it again. Wanting to truly enjoy everything about the cock that felt so good in her mouth, Tina took her time, stroking it slowly with her lips. Her desire to spend a long time sucking off the young man was thwarted. While Billy's cock was enveloped all the way in her mouth, and her tongue was fondling the shaft, Tina felt it start to throb. She knew what that meant, and there was a sudden flash of disappointment, but just a small one. The important thing was that she was having sex with a horny young virgin male, and that they had all afternoon to do what she wanted. Tina continued bobbing her head, sucking his cock in and out of her mouth with strong strokes, although not so deeply, until she felt it jerking. Less than a second later, a big wad of viscous fluid landed on her taste buds, exactly where she wanted it. Knowing what was about to happen Tina had placed her tongue so that when Billy ejaculated, his cum would land there, which was what happened. It had a meaty flavor, something like salty beef broth, and it was delicious to her. She continued sucking on the cock that had just given her that treat, and received two bonus spurts of semen, which tasted as good as the first. After she was certain Billy was through cumming, Tina took his cock out of her mouth and swirled his cum around, savoring its texture, before swallowing it, and relishing the feel of it slipping down her throat. Bill was mortified at ejaculating so quickly, without warning and into her mouth. He had tried to hold back, but hadn't been able to, and had cum in less than a minute. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hunter. I didn't mean to do that. I just couldn't help myself." "Call me Tina, and don't worry about it. It's not your fault. You just happen to be such a hot stud, you had to cum, and it was really good for me anyhow." That was the truth. She would have preferred taking longer, but Tina really did enjoy what happened. She wasn't at all concerned about his sudden ejaculation, because the young man's dick would be fully erect again in a few minutes, and would stay that way for a long time while they did what she really wanted. It was fun sucking him off, and she might do it again later, but her thought had also been to take the edge off his obvious youthful horniness so they would be able to spend that much longer fucking. Even so, she saw how she could take advantage of his state of confusion and his apologizing. "But, if you think you have to make up for it, you can do the same thing for me." Bill was puzzled by her suggestion. "How can I do that? You don't have a, a, er, a penis." "What I meant was that you can use your mouth to get me off." That caused some consternation for the young man. "You mean lick or suck you down there? I thought only queers did that." "Some of the most manly and virile men in the world love to eat pussy. I tell you what. Try it and, if you don't like it, just say so, and you can stop." Tina wasn't worried that Billy would want to stop. No man who had ever started eating her pussy had wanted to stop until after she had climaxed, and then they had all wanted to lap up every drop of her juices. Taking his lack of response as assent, Tina straddled the teenager's body with her legs and started moving up on his torso, bringing her pussy closer to Billy's nose and mouth. Bill's eyes opened wider as he gazed at the most private part of his best friend's mother's body. He had fantasized over her pussy for years, and could hardly believe he was actually seeing the real thing. Although still a virgin, he had masturbated thousands of times, often while looking at pornographic photos. He was aware of what a pussy looked like, but none of those photos could even come close to comparing to what was then moving closer to him. Tina was completely hairless there, unlike most of the pictures he had seen, and the skin was even prettier than her face, creamy white and completely unblemished. A slit ran down the middle, and that was familiar but, not so familiar, were the dark pink petals blossoming out through that slit. Besides the sight, nothing about those photographs could even start to compare to the incredible aroma, and he recognized the musky fragrance he had smelled when Tina had finished getting undressed. It was much stronger though, and even more delectable, and seemed to call out to him in an earthy and fundamental way that was totally outside his experience. His cock seemed to recognize it, though, and he could feel it quickly becoming fully erect again Tina moved closer, and Bill could see the juices trickling from her pussy and down her thighs, and he realized that liquid was the source of the alluring scent. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the headboard of the bed and moved her legs over his arms and shoulders until her knees were on either side of his face. One thigh was inches away from his mouth, and he turned his face toward it and licked up the juices that were there. It was his first taste of ambrosia! The nectar from Tina's pussy tasted even more delectable than it smelled, possibly the most delicious thing he had ever known. Eagerly, his tongue sluiced up the rest of the juices on that thigh, and the other one. After finishing off those, he reached up to hold onto Tina's hips so he could raise his mouth to devour all her nectar from wherever it had collected. "You like that, don't you?" she jibed. "Well there's plenty more, but you'll have to work for it. Start licking me here, but take your time. It's more fun for both of us that way." As Tina spoke, she patted one of her hairless outer pussy lips, and crouched down more closely so Billy's mouth could reach the indicated place more easily. He eagerly complied, his tongue starting at her crotch and starting to lick slowly upward. Billy had just started when he had another startling discovery. As much of a treat to his eyes Tina's pussy was, and as heavenly as the taste and aroma were, the feel of her soft, smooth skin under his tongue may have been the most delightful of all. Except for being warm and vibrant, the texture was like a satin pillow. Wanting to make all the sensory treats last, he licked slowly, covering the whole outer lip, until his mouth reached her even softer Mount of Venus. "Yeah, that feels really good, Billy. You're doing that just right. Now, start on the other side, and lick me there the same way." With great alacrity, the young man did as she asked. He started licking the second outer lip the same way, and the results were even more pleasing to him. It felt the same, but Tina's pussy was starting to squirm against his tongue, and he realized it was because she was really enjoying what he was doing for her. A burst of pride filled his chest, to think that he could give pleasure to this beautiful, sophisticated woman, and he dedicated himself to making their time in her bed that day as great for her as he could. Taking even longer, and licking with up and down strokes, and side to side strokes, his tongue caressed the entire distance to her mons again. He had been right about giving pleasure. Tina loved having her pussy eaten, but her husband almost always refused to do it, and even when he did, was in too much of a hurry, and he never took his time and did it the way she wanted. She determined that she would teach the young man under her to do it right, for her sake and for the sake of the women who would be in his life in the future. He wouldn't need very much instruction, because his tongue was already sending waves of pleasure throbbing through her body. By the time he reached her Mount of Venus again, Tina was moaning with bliss. His Best Friend's Mother Oliver looked out of the window of the off road vehicle admiring the large ranch style house that came into view as they bounced up the unsealed road that led to his friends home. It had been a long year, and he was grateful for the break over the holidays when the company shut down and imposed annual holidays upon all its employees. The only fly in the ointment for Oliver was that he couldn't stand Christmas celebrations with his family. Individually, he quite liked most of his relatives, on mass, however; it was an unbearable mix of old resentments and family secrets. Fuelled by alcohol the arguments between his relatives could be loud and viciously cutting. Having expressed his dislike of family holidays with his work colleagues over drinks one evening he had found a kindred spirit in Kyron. Kyron also hated going home for the holidays, but every year he made the trip back to the ranch he grew up on. The large sprawling house that had been the scene of so much happiness in his childhood was now empty and filled with sadness after the loss of his father in a freak accident several years before. Despite his reluctance to return home to the family ranch, guilt and love for his mother brought him back several times a year for various celebrations. He had hoped that bringing his friend with him this year might be diversionary enough for both himself and his mother to make this holiday bearable. She loved having visitors to spoil and it would take the pressure of him to fill the void in her life left by his father's absence. For friends Oliver and Kyron, the idea of spending the holiday together seemed like fun. A relaxing break away from work with someone they could just hang out and relax with. For Oliver, the bonus of this included putting distance between himself and the problems with his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Jane. Kyron, on the other hand, enjoyed his sex life immensely; his problem was that he did not have just one girlfriend, but rather a series of girls he dated at the same time that let him treat them badly. His problem was more that the type of girl he liked, the fragile, insecure type he could mould to his wishes, was often also living too close to the edge of sanity. This he inevitably found out too late so that sort of crazy seemed to have become part of his unusual relationships. They pulled into the long winding driveway, and Kyron sighed as he gazed at the all too familiar sprawling ranch house in the distance. The tires crunched on the gravel, and he looked at the front door expecting at any moment for his mother to burst from it and come running out to meet him but there was no movement. His brow furrowed as he drove around the back and parked his car in the equally large garage. Each of them grabbed their bags and headed into the house, there was still no sign of anyone else, so Kyron showed Oliver to his room. Pulling off his jacket, he turned to leave, "Make yourself at home, no need to stand on ceremony here. I am just gonna have a quick shower, and I'll meet you on the back porch for a beer." "Sure," Oliver agreed and threw his bag on the bed not bothering to unpack properly. He pulled out a polo shirt and a pair of jeans before changing from the suit he had worn to work that morning. It had been a good idea to leave straight from work, no mucking around with schedules or minor hiccups or girlfriend dramas. Oliver left his room and wandered through the large house, exploring the large expanse. As he neared the far end of the home, he could hear muffled voices and wondered if this could be his hostess. He moved closer to the far hall trying to work out where the voices were coming from. He passed a door that was slightly ajar and looked in; his eyes widened and his breath caught. The curtains were closed plunging the room into shadows, but he could clearly make out the two bodies engaged in what could only be described as fucking for pleasure. The woman was naked and straddling the man's lap; her head was tossed back and her long dark hair cascaded like a silken wave down her back. Oliver could see her large breasts pointing upward as she arched her back, his eyes fixed on the globes as they bounced and swung with her movements. The nipples were dark pink, and they were wet as if the man may have been sucking on them moments before. The man looked tall and heavy. He looked older than the woman from what Oliver could see. The man was grunting and murmuring. "Yeah, baby. Ride me cowgirl. Cum for Big Daddy!" All of a sudden she jerked her head up and moaned loudly. "Oh, God, Oh, God, I'm cumming." She was jerking back and forth, and bouncing up and down rapidly. Oliver watched as the man reached down between them and took a grip on his cock while the woman stopped mid-bounce and lifted herself off his cock completely. Oliver gasped and immediately went to step back, but he needn't have bothered; neither of the players in this little tryst was aware of anything but each other. The man had a cock that was beyond big; it was long and thick, Oliver stared at him with a mixture of incredulity and envy. He watched the woman slide back off the lap she had bounced on so beautifully on and kneel on the floor between the man's legs. The man gathered her hair as she dropped her head to stop it from obstructing his view and in turn Oliver's view of the woman taking at least half of the monster-cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah baby suck it," he was muttering and grunting again. "You're a fucking amazing cock sucker! You're getting my cum, and you're getting my contract!" He groaned loudly, "Suck it!" he jerked a few more times before falling back into the chair in a slump. His eyes were open, and he was looking at the woman as she milked his long cock and licked away every drop of his cum eventually sitting up and smiling at the guy. "Paul it is a real pleasure doing business with you," she laughed. At that point, Oliver left the scene quietly finding his way back to his room planning on working out the bulge that had appeared in his jeans. Getting turned around in the big house he passed the back porch finding that Kyron was there now with two beers opened, he smiled as Oliver approached, "I was about to come looking for you." "This house is huge, I didn't bring my orienteering kit with me to find my way back out," Oliver laughed still seeing the scene he had just witnessed in his mind's eye and feeling hornier than a schoolboy after finding his first playboy magazine. He had almost come watching that woman. God, she sure could suck cock. His girlfriend tried reluctantly on occasion but was woeful in comparison to that hot piece of ass; he had to find out who it was; 'A maid perhaps? A sister? Kryon had never mentioned having a sister, though. It surely couldn't be his mother. Maybe she was a ranch manager as they had spoken of a business contract.' He had almost convinced himself of this scenario when Kyron interrupted his thoughts. "Not sure what happened to my mother, she knew we were coming in today. There's probably some drama down in the barns or stables. Ah, well," Kyron continued, "Come I'll show you round the kitchen, and we can rustle up something to go with our beers." "Sure," Oliver agreed still distracted by his own thoughts and libido. He followed Kyron into the house. About half an hour later, a smiling woman came onto the back porch and held out her arms, "Darling you're here! I didn't expect you this early. The traffic must have been good for a change," she lifted an eyebrow at him suspiciously, "Or did you wear that lead boot of yours and speed all the way down." It was as she spoke and turned her body to face Kyron that Oliver caught her profile and recognised her. This was the woman. The hot sexy slut of a woman he had watched suck cock earlier. He felt his own cock jump in his pants as he surveyed her. "I don't speed mother, and we left straight from work. Even took off a little early to beat the traffic," Kyron said as he stood and embraced the woman while Oliver watched on jealously. He froze momentarily as the words sunk in. 'No way, this can't be Kyron's mother!' He told himself incredulously, but there in front of him Kyron had embraced her and called her just that! Oliver willed semi-hard erection to go away as he stood to meet the woman he had just watched in the throes of orgasm. She was wearing a thin summer dress. It was the kind of material that clung to her figure. Up until this very moment he had never looked at a friend's mother with lust and desire in his eyes and felt wrong for doing so. His cock was getting harder rather than going away; he felt sure that as soon as she turned around she would see it. She looked only at his eyes as she put out her hand in greeting, "Any friend of Kyron's welcome here. I'm Rosemary." Then she leaned forward and kissed his cheek allowing him to breath in the smell of vanilla, and a hint of cinnamon he thought. "Oliver," he responded with his name, sounding more at ease with this woman than he felt. "Thanks for letting me come and invade your family holidays like this." "Oh, it will be fun I have invited a few friends too," Rosemary smiled, "It will be a grand party." "I am going to go sort out dinner for tonight, we're going to barbeque once the boys come in," Rosemary smiled, "They're all looking forward to seeing you again, Kyron, and your little friend." "Mum!" Kyron groaned, "This is hardly a play date. You may not have noticed, but I grew up sometime ago." She looked at him with a vapid expression. "Shit Mum! I am almost thirty years old." "Of course you are darling," she patted his cheek and turned to Oliver whispering loudly, "He has gotten so cranky since he started wearing his big boy pants. He was such a lovely child," She let out a small giggle as she walked away, and Kyron slumped back into his chair. Rosemary had not noticed the bulge in Oliver's pants, but that didn't stop him from feeling uncomfortable. 'Shit man,' he berated himself, 'this is your friend's mother your thinking about fucking.' He watched her slowly walk away from them unable to move his eyes away from her soft curvaceous body. The outline of her heart-shaped ass, the gentle swell of her tits, all made his cock jump with each step she took. It was as if she swayed sensuously in every movement on purpose. Oliver was going nuts over what he had seen. Damn! He wished his girlfriend was close enough for a booty call. She or some sexy one-night-stand was in for some serious fucking as soon as he got back to civilisation. By 'the boy's' Rosemary had meant the ranch hands. She introduced Oliver to them, and he watched her fascinated as she treated them all like small boys in need of mothering. Oliver was amazed that this soft gentle motherly woman in an apron was that same amazing slut he saw fucking like a whore. She acted like a family matriarch to be revered and obeyed not thought of in the way he was thinking of her. This sweet woman who patted cheeks and showed equal kindness and generosity to everyone at her table was a far cry from the sexy slut she had seen sucking down cum like it was sweet ambrosia. Try as he might, Oliver could not get the scene he had witnessed from his mind. He ate too much, probably drank more than was good for him and ended up going to bed early thinking that he could start the day tomorrow without being haunted by the sexy Rosemary. Grabbing a sock from his bag Oliver stretched out on his bed naked and wrapping his fist around his cock he began to stroke his cock, his mind full of Rosemary and her sucking lips. He had been so hot and horny all evening that it took very little time for him to climax, and he gritted his teeth swallowing the groan that escaped him. Oliver drifted off into a restless sleep his dreams haunted by Rosemary. She was in a white room surrounded by glory holes sucking guys off like she was starving. It was his turn but then the dream changed and she appeared standing naked next to him. He wasn't surprised, and he pulled back the covers and let her see his larger than life hard on. She was smiling as she bent down over him and sucked his cock into her mouth, and he could feel the head go into her throat. The dream Oliver was so excited at finally having a woman who would swallow his cum that he started to climax almost immediately. He lay unmoving, not believing that he had been so turned on by Kyron's mother that he had cum all over himself as he had come in his dream. He felt like an adolescent experiencing the shame of a wet dream all over again, and he cringed at the thought of letting that sexy bitch mother him again as she had tonight, patting his cheek fondly as she wished him sweet dreams. His mind started to list off the reasons why it was such a bad idea to pursue this crazy infatuation but claiming she was an old lady, or older lady didn't even score on the list of cons and the list of pros was long including her age and experience. The only reason he could find not to try and seduce Rosemary into letting him fuck her brains out was that her son, Kyron, was his friend and work colleague. He lay there the rest of the night considering how he could make a move on the woman. The first thing he would have to do is make sure Kyron wasn't around when he tried, and the second was to have a good escape route just in case everything fell apart. He felt confident as the morning light grew brighter through his window that he could make it work if he could just find the right moment. Oliver could hear a noise in the house and he got up dragging on a pair of old jeans and a light shirt. It was going to be a hot day by all the reports he had heard as they drove out of the city yesterday. He loved living in Australia where they really only had two seasons, hot and hotter. He would often watch the people on TV from England or America fighting snow storms as they sang Christmas carols. Not so here, the sky was clear and blue as the sun woke up and warmed the arid landscape. He smiled as he left his room and started down the hall hearing Rosemary's voice emanating from the kitchen. "You're up early," she said as he walked into the kitchen. "You should scoot back to bed and get a bit more sleep in. You're on holidays after all, sweetie." The 'boy's' were at the table eating and talking loudly, so Oliver closed the distance between himself and Rosemary growling in a low voice. "I think you will find I am not sweet or deserving of the term sweetie. In fact, I think you will find that I am quite the opposite." Her eyes widened, but she said nothing in return so he continued, "I know you better than you could possibly imagine, Rosemary. So please call me Oliver, not sweetie, not Ollie, not Dear and you will find I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated in return, perhaps the way Paul treated you yesterday." His voice was low and held an edge. He stared down into her eyes trying to put the meaning to the words he had just said. Oh, he knew how she deserved to be treated all right. The question was, did she? "Coffee, please, Rosemary," Oliver said cheerily when she didn't reply to his harsh words. Her shocked eyes following him as he turned moving to the table with the boys grateful that no one seemed to have noticed their exchange. They had almost finished eating when Kyron made an appearance. "Man, why are you up so early?" He quizzed his friend. "Always have trouble sleeping the first night in a strange place," Oliver replied good-naturedly. "I am sure I will sleep like a baby tonight and if not I am sure I can ask Rosemary for something to help me." He turned to look at her, and she smiled as if unsure at first before reverting into her motherly voice. "Of course, warm milk always helps young boys sleep," Rosemary said with a teasing smile and quickly turned back into the kitchen as soon as Oliver raised an eyebrow at her use of the term young boy's. "I'm gonna take Hammy out for a run this morning, wanna come?" Kyron asked Oliver unaware of the exchange between his mother and his friend. "Hammy?" Oliver asked inclining his head. "He wanted a hamster, but his father bought him a horse instead," Rosemary giggled girlishly, "and named it Hamster so that our spoilt little boy could have what he asked for, and I wouldn't be left cleaning up rodent poop once he got bored with it." Kyron groaned and rolled his eyes wondering if his mother would ever let him grow up. This didn't escape Oliver's notice, and he considered the woman again. "Not sure I am really the cowboy type. Maybe Rosemary could give me a few lessons; she seems like she could... ride like a cowgirl," he stared at the woman who had her back turned to them and saw her stiffen. "Nah don't worry I will give you calm old nag to ride. You'll love it; I am sure mum has better things to do than chaperone my dorky mate this morning." Kyron had no intention of letting his mother tag along on morning his ride. "I'm pretty sure I would enjoy riding an old nag," Oliver grinned. He had fun teasing with double entendre's that only Rosemary would be aware of but knew he was walking a fine line between getting what he really wanted and losing both his fantasy and his friend. He couldn't help himself though. Rosemary had an effect on him he couldn't quite explain. He wanted her more than he had wanted another woman for quite some time. Once again he found himself looking at her lips and wishing they were wrapped around his cock but Kyron was urging him into action, and they left the house for the stables leaving Rosemary behind to clean up and prepare for the Christmas Eve party that night. The men galloped out into the warm morning sunlight, and Kyron proceeded to show Oliver around his home and the surrounding properties. It took Oliver a little time to adjust to the horses rolling gait as he followed dutifully behind his friend. They rode up to the ridge, and Kyron dismounted sitting on the edge of a rock face overlooking the valley. "Your family seems nice," Oliver said taking a seat beside him. "Sure if you like overbearing. Dad was cool, though. He used to ride up here with me all the time when we needed a break from her fussing. He was my buffer from all her mothering. Telling her, I needed to be a little man, not a poncy little fop like she tried to make me. It's all thanks to him that I grew up to be the manly man you see before you," Kyron struck a pose but his smile was touched with sadness. Never gonna let a woman like that rule my life the Mum used to, no way; no how. Gotta treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen, as they say," Kyron extolled the virtues of his unusual relationships. Oliver nodded in understanding. "I would have liked to have met your father," Oliver said quietly, "Sounds like a hell of a guy and a wicked sense of humour. I like the Hamster story." "Yeah, he was great," Kyron sounded wistful. "Oh well it's not like your mother is a bitch if anything she is too nice and caring. I think I would like coming home to be spoiled and pampered by my mother. Instead, I just get the nagging that goes along with her martyr complex," Oliver lamented. "Alcohol and bad attitudes do not mix, trust me." "Guess we all have our family dramas," Kyron chuckled. "Your right it could be worse. When we go back to the house, I will hang the Christmas lights like she wants and be nice and charming for the party." They eventually roused themselves from their place on the rocks and began the ride back. Looking at his watch Oliver realised they had ridden the morning away, and it was closing in on lunchtime. His mind automatically went to Rosemary as he rode and how she looked yesterday when he had found that moment of voyeuristic pleasure watching her. It was as they approached the house after leaving the horses in the stable that Oliver tried to work out what his next move might be. He in no way wanted to alienate this family or jeopardise his working relationship with Kyron in the process, but his infatuation was fast becoming an obsession as she clouded his every thought. His Best Friend's Mother "How old's your mum anyway?" Oliver asked Kyron, "She looks too young to be a widow." "I'm about 30, so she's um," he seemed to be taking a lot of thought to work it out, "I guess she would be somewhere close to sixty," he shrugged, "Something like that." "Shit? Really? I mean I knew she was your mother and all, but I guess I just hadn't thought she'd be that old," Oliver said making Kyron look at him oddly. "I guess I think of sixty year old people as being grey haired and a bit frail," he tried to explain. "It's a compliment honestly that she looks good for her age." Kyron grunted but said nothing else so Oliver continued, "My mum is about forty. She had me when she was very young and I guess I have a few years to catch up to you old man," he laughed at the wounded look Kyron gave him. Having changed the subject back onto themselves they rode back joking around and laughing at each other's expense. They showered to rinse the dust off and changed for lunch before heading into the kitchen. Rosemary was there looking cool calm and collected as she prepared large bowls of salad and platters of chicken pieces for the boys as she so fondly called the men who worked the ranch. Finally placing baskets of fresh crusty bread on the table she sat to eat lunch and chat about what was going on out on the ranch. Oliver was impressed to find she had an agile mind and although she didn't get out and work the ranch herself she knew every inch of it and was obviously the one running everything. Quietly acknowledging her proficiency with everything in her world he found that he was even more attracted to this self-sufficient woman. She seemed to be more business-like than she had been last night or this morning. She announced that Paul would be moving his account from the Deadasslast ranch to them, and that they would need to step up their game of they were going to keep up with supply and demand. They had a good breeding program in place, but even still it would require around the clock work to ensure enough cows were impregnated each year to keep up with demand. "With this in mind we may have to look at increasing the heard by a few hundred head and send out some feelers for young bulls that might be worth getting in for stud work. As she said the last, she looked directly at Oliver, and he had the good grace to stifle his smile. Seems Rosemary had recovered from his words earlier and was going to be playing her own game he mused and wondered where this would go. He studied her over the lunch and afterwards as she supervised Kyron and himself hanging the Christmas lights. Kyron was grumpy, and Oliver wasn't sure if it was the work or just that his mother constantly spoke to him like a child. Oliver attempted once or twice to intercede when he saw his friends face becoming stormy at some small thing his mother said. "Rosemary," he interrupted one of her attempts to make Kyron be more careful on the ladder and took her arm steering her away from her son's precarious position, "Why don't you go get us men some beers while we finish up out here? It won't take much longer now." Giving him a look that said she didn't like being sent away and looking around him to where Kyron perched atop a ladder, she gave in. "Okay, I won't be too long, I will get you boys some snacks too," she grinned, "Growing boys need their strength." She held Oliver's gaze for a few moments as if daring him to contradict her in front of Kyron but then turned and went into the house. Kyron groaned but as Oliver moved closer to the ladder to steady it once more he said, "Thanks mate, I was about to lose it with her." "Yeah, I have a feeling she does it on purpose to get a rise of you," and himself he thought turning his head and looking at the door she had disappeared through. Oliver and Kyron had spent the whole afternoon hanging lights and decorations as Rosemary busied herself with the preparation for the Christmas Eve celebrations for that night. Totally efficient, it seemed that the back porch and courtyard had been transformed by a small army rather than just Rosemary and the two young men. "Don't look so surprised," Kyron laughed at his friend, "Mum would have been planning this for months. She is well known for her parties." "I can see that," Oliver agreed as he looked around the now highly decorated space filled with small tables and chairs all festooned with Christmas paraphernalia. "I have set the bar up over there," Rosemary indicated a small metallic mobile cool room she had had brought in for the holidays that had a tall bench set up in front of it. "Help me unpack some extra glassware and then you boys can have showers, relax and enjoy the night." In the tight space between the bench and the cool room, the three worked to set up the bar area so it would be easy to manage and restock when needed. Oliver found himself brushing up against Rosemary often and at times it seemed as if the woman herself was initiating the contact as her hand swept over the front of his jeans more than once. He caught her on one occasion, her hand brushing over his groin as she reached past him for a bottle and she was staring up into his face as if to gauge his reaction. He let out a small growl quickly covering it by lifting a heavy box to the bench with an added groan. His mind worked over the moment. Was she truly flirting with him now? Was he just imagining things? No, he decided she was teasing him, seeing if a young man like himself had the balls to take her on at her own game as he had done to her earlier that morning. He smiled to himself knowing she had greatly underestimated him if she thought he would be intimidated by her overt teasing. He determined to prove to her that he was man enough for anything she had in mind and then some. He began to move against her more frequently purposely blocking Kyron's view by turning his back, his size overshadowing the diminutive Rosemary as he brushed his hand over her breasts or ass. Within fifteen minutes of Oliver giving as good as he got; a flushed Rosemary shooed the men off to shower and change for the party declaring it would be easier for her to do the last few little things herself. Smirking at her, Oliver let himself be ushered into the house. "I'm looking forward to tonight," he said with a grin. "It should have lots of interesting fun and surprises." Kyron gave him a quizzical look but stepped up onto the porch. "Come on, let's get cleaned up then I'll buy you a beer and we can see who arrives to make the night interesting," he laughed. Having taken his time in the shower thinking of Rosemary, and how he would make her pay for tormenting him the way she had, Oliver found Kyron in the courtyard behind the bar by himself. Dusk had begun to colour the sky in soft pastels, and the lights twinkled brightly from almost every surface of the roofline and surrounding trees. "No Mother here to make sure you look all spiffy in your big boy pants for tonight?" Oliver grinned at his friend. "She already gave me her approval before she went to get ready herself," Kyron said drolly making Oliver laugh. "She likes to be in control of everything including me," He added morosely. "Wanna bet she has a couple girls lined up for me to meet tonight? Nice girls that would make perfectly nice wives for a Rancher." "Oh dear," Oliver tried to hold back his mirth, "I don't think I will be taking that bet. I have seen enough to know that you know what you're talking about, where your mother is concerned." "Yeah," Kyron said in a resigned voice. "She wants us to stay through to New Year. I told her I thought you had plans back in the city and as we came in one car..." he trailed off and shrugged. "I'm pretty easy mate but I had thought we were heading back on Boxing Day. Let me know we can come up with an excuse to stay or go depending on how you're feeling after tomorrow." Oliver said easily, but his mind was considering having extra time with Rosemary. Whether his plans worked out tonight or even if they didn't work out the way he wanted, more time with Rosemary seemed like a good idea right at that moment. Oliver took the beer offered to him and settled down on a chair beside the bar area talking with Kyron. It was only minutes later that Rosemary came out wearing a red satin gown that fitted her voluptuous figure like a glove. Oliver was truly appreciative, but a look at his friend's stormy face told him his friend did not feel the same way. Oliver stood up and took the plate of appetisers from her placing it on the small table he sat at, "You look lovely tonight, Rosemary. Can we buy you a drink?" Oliver said guiding her to a chair. "I think I would like a glass of that Stoneleigh we hid in the back, thank you, darling boy," she addressed Kyron, who was still behind the bar. The three sat in the quiet of the night for a few moments before Kyron broke the silence. "So how many are coming to this shindig tonight, Mum? By the looks of the bar you have invited the whole town," Kyron said with good humour making an effort to be festive. "Almost darling but you know there are a few people I couldn't abide even when your father was alive," she smiled. "Ah yes," he clicked his tongue. "The awful politics of the Country Women's Association rears its ugly head again." Oliver swung his head from one to the other of them like at a tennis match as they spoke of the normalcy of their lives and smiled. It was such a different atmosphere to the Christmas gatherings with his own psychotic family. "Kyron tells me you usually invite some lovely young ladies for his perusal," Oliver grinned. "Any real stunners on the guest list tonight?" "Oh Kyron, I do not," she chided her son before continuing, "As it happens though, there will be a number of eligible young ladies here tonight from good families, and it wouldn't hurt either of you two scallywags to behave like gentlemen." "I'm always a gentleman!" Kyron said in mock horror. "Of course you are darling," his mother said condescendingly and popped an appetiser into her mouth. "I am going to go check on the rest of the food, don't drink too much before the guests arrive," she admonished them before walking off. People started arriving fairly steadily shortly after that, and the two men settled into being barmen for the night. One of the early guests came with stereo gear and set up a small area for general Christmas carols playing in the background and Karaoke style carols later on. As Kyron had predicted, Rosemary introduced several girls to him specifically during the early part of the evening and during the introductions managed to put in pertinent information about his career and her family pedigree so that they knew how well suited they would be. Oliver couldn't help but laugh at Rosemary's blatant attempt to match-make for her son. "You should really explain that these girls are just not your type," Oliver said to his friend after one such attempt by Rosemary to match her son with a local beauty. "They are pretty to look at I guess," Kyron shrugged. "Might be all right to have a little woman at home cooking and cleaning while I go out and do what I want, with whom I want." "Oh yeah, you're such a gentleman," Oliver laughed feeling at ease within the company he found at the party and often both he and Kyron found themselves surrounded by fellow revellers as the drinks flowed freely. "I guess these people don't have to worry as much about police randomly breathalizing them out here," he commented. Kyron nodded his head in the direction of a portly older man and said, "That's the local police sergeant over there with his hand on my mother's ass. What do you reckon?" Oliver was beginning to realise that it was not just to get coveted contracts that Rosemary used her voluptuous figure and full red lips to ensure, it was many things. Throughout the night he watched as she flirted unashamedly with the police sergeant, her leading hand on the ranch and a number of other men from neighbouring properties. She was a smart savvy business woman but beyond that she was not above using her overt sexuality to get what she wanted. Oliver had became increasingly jealous of the men who were able to manhandle her across the dance floor that and decided that this cougar needed taming. She needed someone who would demand more than teasing and playing games on her terms. He imagined, with the more beer he drank, that he was just the man to show her that not everyone would play by her rules on her terms. Feeling the effects of the beer start to impede his faculties he began to switch to soft drink and water in an effort to remain clear headed about what he was going to do as the party wound down tonight. He kept a constant eye on his friend making sure Kyron was never without a beer in the hope that he would sleep soundly through the early hours of the morning as hopefully, he would be preoccupied with Rosemary in the way he had been fantasising about. The night was a huge success with people belting out renditions of Santa Claus is Coming to Town and Do They Know Its Christmas to the Karaoke machine. Kyron even performed a very drunken version of I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus to much raucous laughter from the gathering. The elderly neighbours and those with small children started leaving at about ten and from that point people began drifting out of the party thanking Rosemary for another wonderful Christmas Eve. Oliver began a clean-up of the bar area as Rosemary and Kyron farewelled guests walking them through the house. One of the younger girls who he had been introduced to earlier sidled up beside him. "Need a hand?" she asked quietly picking up a few bottles from a nearby table and putting them into the trash bag he was carrying. She smiled up at him softly. "Thanks," he replied and smiled in return. Several friends of Rosemary had been doing a rolling clean up in the kitchen throughout the night so that by the time the end came it was only a general clean up that was needed in the courtyard. It was completed in no time, and Oliver offered the girl some coffee before she drove home. They walked into the kitchen together as the last of the guests gathered their things together to head home. They were still sitting at the kitchen bench when Kyron came back in and pulled up a stool. "Oh yeah, coffee," he slurred, "That smells good." He helped himself to a cup and almost inhaled half of it with his first mouthful. Oliver excused himself to go to the restroom and wandered through the house to find Rosemary still at the front door wishing the party-goers farewell. He joined her as the final person departed for their car. "We're having coffee in the kitchen. Come join us," Oliver suggested. "Oh, that's sweet dear boy, but..." she reached up to pat his cheek but he grabbed her wrist. "We have already covered that I am far from a sweet boy," Oliver dropped his voice menacingly. "Now let's go have some coffee shall we." The two stared at each other for a long moment neither looking away until she finally gave in and nodded with a sigh. In the kitchen, they found Kyron and the young lady sitting close together and talking softly as they drank their coffee. Rosemary smiled and immediately went into the kitchen and got herself a cup to join the small group. She was pleased to see Kyron had struck up a friendship with one of the girls this year. She despaired of him ever meeting someone that he could settle down with and finally grow up. It was probably part of the reason why she still treated him like a little boy, though, in her eyes, he would always be that beautiful young boy who lit up her world every day before he had gone off to boarding school. The couple barely noticed the interruption made by Oliver and Rosemary sitting with them as they made small talk. Oliver wondered if perhaps this girl was one of the few who could make it onto the list of girls Kyron would bother wasting time on. He looked across at Rosemary and despite her protestations she looked as fresh and alive as she had earlier in the evening. His eyes watched her lips as she spoke softly to him imagining them wrapped around his cock, so it took a moment for him to register her words. "Let's go and see the damage in the courtyard," she had said softly so as not to disturb the whispering couple. "Sure," he said after a moment and stood holding out his hand to her. She took his hand, and they walked out onto the porch to survey the courtyard. "Oh, it's been tidied up already," Rosemary was surprised. "There wasn't much to do really and most people took a few things in when they were leaving. Considerate party goers you have out here in the back of beyond," Oliver smiled. "Yeah, they're a good bunch of people mostly," Rosemary returned his smile as she spoke. Looking over her shoulder, she whispered, "That one is a nice girl I hope she manages to get through Kyron's hard shell." "I am sure she is," Oliver said, "but I am more interested in the one here with me." Rosemary looked up at him startled by his words. He leant his head down and enveloped her mouth with his own feeling the soft lips he had been fantasising about. Taking her chin in between his fingers, he broke the kiss momentarily and looked down into her eyes. "For once do as you're told instead of being in control." The words felt odd leaving his lips, but he wanted her in no doubt as to the fact he was a man not a little boy to be fobbed off. When he kissed her again his lips parted, and he snaked a tongue across her lips. The soft, beautiful lips parted under his and he immediately deepened the kiss chasing her tongue with his as they rolled in a sensual dance. His other hand came up to caress her breast, finding it firm and yet yielding under his soft caress. Her hand moved down to caress the front of his jeans, but he dropped the hand cupping her chin and grabbed it before it could move much further. As if the rebuff of his grabbing her wrist brought her back to reality and remembering her son in the kitchen just meters away, Rosemary suddenly pulled away and brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes holding a look of incredulity. "Kyron is so drunk he is lucky he remembers his own name," Oliver said in a calm but husky voice. "I, however, know exactly what I am doing and I have every intention of taking you, Rosemary, to bed." He stood back watching her for her reaction still holding her wrist in his hand. "Oh, Oliver. You're such a naughty boy. You can't do that," she said it with that condescending smile and finally too aroused to care anymore he pulled her by the wrist he still had in his grasp back into the house. He was relieved to see that Kyron and the girl were no longer sitting there, and he turned slightly as he walked to see Rosemary relax slightly. She tried another weak protest, but he was stilling pulling her through the house. As they walked down the hallway he gave a whispered growl, "Which on is yours or shall we go to mine?" He stopped and looked at her. "I could shout it or go in and ask Kyron if you prefer," he threatened but he knew the threat was empty. He did not want his friend to know any more than Rosemary probably did. Oliver exhaled sharply as she pointed to the door at the end of the hall. He strode quickly and entered pulling Rosemary along behind and shutting the door firmly behind him. This was it; he thought; this was all he had been able to think about since their arrival yesterday afternoon and here she was standing before him in a dress that seemed to caress her amazing body. Oliver pulled her to him once more and lowered his head to kiss her deeply, "Fuck you are one sexy woman," he growled into the kiss as he devoured those responsive lips. "I have dreamt of these lips and not just kissing them," he groaned. His Best Friend's Mother Pulling back slightly, Rosemary looked at him with flushed cheeks and murmured, "I can't believe I am doing this, but right now all I can think of is that you are a man, a young man with a big cock," she dropped to her knees in front of him. She played with the buckle of his belt and found his hands there eagerly helping her to remove the fabric between his cock and her mouth. He kicked his jeans away and closed his eyes as he felt her tentative touch and heard her coo with delight. She caressed his balls as her lips made feather light kisses around the tip of his cock. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt his mind rolling back to the vision he had of her with her lips wrapped around another cock. Opening his eyes, he looked down upon the woman and gasped, "Suck it. Take it all, just like I know you can." He groaned as he watched her lips slip over him, and his cock disappear into her mouth his knees bending slightly with the intensity of the feeling it gave him. "Oh, fuck yes," he groaned as she took him all the way down rubbing her nose into the dark thatch of hair that crowned his manhood. His girlfriend didn't like to suck cock, and it showed, she had never taken him this deeply or swallowed his cum, and he wanted nothing more than for this amazing woman, kneeling at his feet, to do just that. He had always planned to use dirty talk with Rosemary after seeing how she reacted to it when he had secretively watched her but as she slid that wonderful warm mouth up and down his cock the only thing he could think to say was, "Fuck! I want to cum in your mouth, let me cum in your mouth." She nodded slightly while still holding his cock in her mouth. His hips began to move, and her hand wrapped around to his ass pulling him closer and swallowing around the head of his cock. It was all too much for Oliver who, trying to keep his voice under control, groaned deeply and began to spurt ribbons of cum onto her tongue. "Fucking cocksucker!" he exploded and felt his legs trembling with the immense pleasure he felt. She didn't let up as she milked every last drop from his cock, and finally unable to take any more he pushed her backwards to sprawl onto the floor below him. Collapsing to his knees, he had an amazing view of her lace clad cunt, and he reached forward dragging the lace down her legs. Her cunt was small with just a slim pink pair of outer lips. The hair was neatly trimmed above it. He leaned his face forward and pushed her legs wider apart. The thin lips parted and he could see the wet inner part of her cunt and despite his climax of a few minutes ago he felt his cock jump in arousal. He pulled the lips wider with his fingers and pushed his tongue as far into her cunt as it could go. He was going to give her as much pleasure as she had just given him. He was going to try his damnedest to give her the best climax of her life. Rosemary quivered at the first touch of his tongue; she let out a small whimper as he stroked over her clit and his fingers began to delve deeper into her cunt feeling the wetness her cock sucking had generated. Her hand went down to gently touch his head and let him know he was doing all the right things. Lifting her ass from the floor, he parted the cheeks of her ass and ran his tongue from the tight dark star there up and over the plain of her cunt. Her hands twisted into his hair as he continued the long slow teasing lick until he lowered her ass once again and began licking furiously over her clit and pushing not one but two fingers into her cunt making her gasp and squeal with pleasure. Her legs began to shake as they draped delicately over his shoulders and really wanting to rock her world he delved a finger of his other hand into the free flowing cunt juices and pushed it against the tight dark star of her ass. He could hear her hot whimpers escape between her clenched lips, and she lifted her hips from the floor fucking up against his mouth as he sucked hard on her clit nibbling lightly at it. "Oh god, yes! You wonderfully talented boy. Oh God, Oh, shit.... Yes..." She continued the last syllable in a long squealing sigh as her body arched up, and she came. Oliver drank in the sweet flowing cum that oozed from her, she had the best cunt he had ever tasted, but then he had only eaten two others in his lifetime. He rested his head on her thigh momentarily as they both regained their composure and then crawled up her body to kiss her, his semi erect cock digging into her side. "It seems," he murmured nuzzling her ear, "That you have far too many clothes on." He pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder. It suddenly occurred to him that as an older woman perhaps like many said the amazing figure was all smoke and lighting, or push up bras and girdles, but the image he retained in his mind of the day before made him shake his head to rid himself of those thoughts and he continued to encourage her to undress. Rosemary stood on unsteady legs and reached back to unzip the figure hugging dress. Oliver stood beside her eager to peel it off her body like opening an early Christmas present. His hands glided over her body, and as her breast came into view he kissed the exposed cleavage whilst wrapping his arms around her to undo her bra. Stepping back to pull the garment away, he took in her fully exposed figure. Not much sag, her breasts, bounced when she moved and held much of their high round shape without support; he thought critically. She wriggled her hips somewhat enticingly he noticed as the dress lowered further and dropped down her slim legs to the ground. His hand reached out to cup her breasts weighing them in his hands as he closed the distance between them lowering his lips to her somewhat gently in comparison to their first kisses. Pulling her with him, he walked backward toward the bed. He lay back across it and pulled her to straddle his hips, "Ride me cowgirl." Rosemary leaned forward and stroked his cheek with a delicate hand, "Such a young stud. What are you doing here with an old woman like me, we shouldn't be doing this." She spoke quietly her voice tinged with both excitement and regret. "Yes we fucking should!" Oliver caught her around the middle and rolled pinning her beneath him and entering her roughly. "Feel that? Feel what you do to me," he thrust in and out hard and deep. "You're a sexy bitch and you need to be treated like one." "Oh, oh, yes, fuck!" She breathed raggedly as he took control of her body not giving her room to regret having started this with him. Not relenting, he pulled her knees up and out opening her up even more to his pounding cock as he fucked her. He was a man possessed. Having fantasised about her all day and then experiencing her amazing cock-sucking; he wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out and give them both another powerful climax before the night ran out and reality resurfaced to pull them apart for yet another day. Rosemary began bucking up against him as he pounded into her needing her to feel his strength, the strength of a man not a young boy as she referred to him. He felt her tremble beneath him her thighs locking to his hips and her hands run down his back, "Oh yeah, you cock-sucking goddess cum, cum with me!" He exploded within her as she stiffened and stifled her own cry of pleasure. He kept up momentum until he was sure she was done and then collapsed on top of her letting out a huge breath and releasing her legs. He rolled to his side and nuzzled at her breasts licking over the hard pink nipples as she stroked his hair. "That was amazing, you're amazing," Oliver said softly leaning up to kiss her once again. Rosemary returned his kiss briefly before pulling away. "You can't stay here tonight," She said softly, "I don't want Kyron..." "Yeah, me either he admitted watching relief flood into her face. "But this," his hand stroked down her body and back up to cup her breast, "Is not over." She looked confused. "If you think I could possibly be happy just having one night with you, think again. We will be doing this every opportunity we get." Rosemary started to protest, but he kissed her swallowing her words before speaking again. "I know how you feel about Kyron finding out, I feel the same, trust me. I don't want to upset him any more than you do." He smiled. "He won't be with you or me every moment of the day though, or night," he kissed her again. "There will be opportunities I promise you." His smile was wide and genuinely filled with excitement. He got out of the bed and found his clothes dressing slowly as she stared at his body. He knew he was just an average guy, not the tall, dark and handsome type, but he went to the gym and tried to keep fit so he was not at all concerned as she surveyed him. In fact, he had an equally good view of her naked body as she reclined on the bed. "So fucking sexy. I will see you in the morning," Oliver growled into her ear as he leaned over to kiss her good night. He stopped at the door before leaving her room and turned to look at her a last time, "Merry Christmas, Rosemary."