Paul's MILF Mum

"See ya tomorrow mate!" I waved goodbye to my pal after a night out playing pool and a consummate amount of vodka. Not only that, but I insisted that we played on his xbox when we got home, despite the time. I had no real care for the xbox, just Paul's mum, who sat sleeping on the couch of the front room, possibly wearing ONLY her bathrobe. To be realistic, as a respectable lady of 42, Mrs Bailey was probably wearing knickers. Certainly no bra though, her nipples stood out far too clearly and there was no hint of a bra line at all.

Her husband, Paul's dad, was dead. I never was sure what he died of but without asking, I'd always presumed some unnatural cause because he'd been gone for 10 years. I remember Paul taking time off from school when we were about 12, because of his dad's death.

To introduce the lovely Mrs Bailey, I'd only known her for a year or so. Somehow we'd always missed each other, despite Paul being my best friend. She is very small in stature, perhaps 5ft dead on I guess, and my 6ft 3in frame towered over her. When a woman has such a magnificent cleavage as Mrs Bailey, this height difference is a fantastic advantage, as I can clearly see down her top when I am close behind her. For her age she has done remarkably well to keep her weight in the right places. As far as I know, she doesn't go to the gym at all, yet she doesn't really eat much either. She's just got a naturally very nice figure, with her dirty brunette hair falling all the way down to a beautifully rounded bottom, which was in turn usually encased in a pair of tight denim jeans.

I'd got back to my new apartment, which I'd just bought proudly with the help of a second promotion in 4 months. Immediately I switched the computer on and hooked up my phone. I uploaded the pictures I had secretly taken of Mrs Bailey from various angles whilst at Paul's house and I was delighted with 2 pictures in particular. These had both caught a handsome amount of a right breast decorated by the little pendant hanging around her neck. The others were either a bad angle or too blurry to be any good. Trying to take good pictures with a mobile phone camera is difficult when it is a covert operation! But anyhow, I was too tired to bother 'enjoying' the pictures and I went to bed.

The next day was Saturday. Paul and I had planned to have a few beers, get on the train across to Newcastle and get thoroughly drunk. I turned up at Paul's house feeling healthy, knocked on the door and for a beautiful surprise, his sexy mother answered the door, greeted me with a tight yellow top and pair of jeans and invited me in.

"He's still in bed I'm afraid, weren't you two supposed to be going out somewhere today?" Mrs B asked cordially,

"That was the plan Mrs B! Are you coming with me instead?" I joked, discreetly curious about what kind of answer she would give. She was at the forefront of my mind during the short drive up to their house.

"Behave!" she said with a childish pitch to her voice, "That ironing isn't going to do itself you know."

"Damn!" I replied, "I thought I might have had a babe to take with me on a drinking day in Newcastle." I concluded the sentence cheekily but with one eye still on Mrs Bailey's face. "But if Mrs B insists on practising her ironing technique whilst her son is out getting drunk with me then I suppose that'll have to do!!" I said with an increased level of sarcasm.

"Awww that's very sweet of you Dan, it's nice of you to compliment me like that but I doubt anybody would taking little old me out these days" she replied in a melancholy but genuine fashion.

"I would". I said flatly. "Have you ever heard of the acronym 'MILF', Mrs B?" I asked.

"Well no I haven't actually. What is 'MILF'? And please call me Olivia, you're a friend of the family, not just Paul."

I was embarrassed and my expression showed just that. To have a MILF compliment you in such a fashion is a splendid feeling! But I still had to answer the question. "Forgive me Mrs B... Olivia" I stuttered with a struggled smile, "but I guess I'll have to tell you now. M stands for Mother. I doesn't change, L stands for 'like' and well... erm... the F rhymes with duck."

After a pause Olivia admitted "well I'm flattered Daniel, in an odd way, but I am flattered anyway. I suppose compliments aren't so easy to come by when you're my age so I shall take being labelled a 'MILF' as a compliment!" she half smiled.

"What do you mean compliments aren't easy to come by?" I asked dumbfounded, "Mrs B, I hope you don't mind me saying so but you are absolutely gorgeous! I stand by that absolutely wholeheartedly."

I would have continued lathering up Olivia with compliments had she not interjected "would you like a cup of tea whilst you're here then Daniel?" and now she paused after my affirmative nod "and for the record, if I didn't have so much cleavage on show I'm not sure you would be so much of a fan of mine!"

The exchange had reached another level now. I felt sure that Olivia was genuinely curious about how far I would go in terms of flattering her. I just kept going for it. "Cover up the cleavage then and let's see." She looked at me, surprised at my casualness but obliged anyway, placing one of her little hands over her cleavage. "How far dare I go Mrs B? If I said I didn't want you I would be lying." I stopped abruptly, realising that I wasn't even in my own house. "I'm sorry, I'll go and come back for Paul in an hour".

"Daniel! It's ok," she paused, "don't worry about it," Olivia paused again. "Now you don't take sugar do you?"

I was feeling a little embarrassed and sorry for Olivia, who despite being a MILF, a babe and many other words one could use to describe a desirable woman in her early 40s, was a lovely person and I felt worried that I'd shocked her. After making the tea for us both I could smell a very slight tinge of perfume in the air Mrs B's choice of scent impressed me.

"Paul would probably be furious." She said, moving towards me gingerly. "Since his dad died I've never really thought about sex at all. It genuinely hasn't been on the agenda." Mrs B continued to open up to me.

"Everybody has their needs though Mrs B, don't they?" I asked.

"I guess. I've been out with my sister and friends from work hundreds of times though and that seems to be enough for me."

"Until an erotic film appears on TV?" I winked.

Mrs B flushed. "What an imagination you have Daniel! Behave yourself!"

"If you insist, Olivia, but I quite enjoyed that imagination whilst I had it!" I dared, testing Mrs B's character.

"DANIEL!" she whispered, slapping my arm. I cringed and rubbed my arm with melancholy. "Awww I'm sorry, did Daniel get hurt by a little lady?" she teased, rubbing my arm with her left hand.

"Nah" I responded flatly, grabbing her little hand with my own left hand crossed across my chest. I took the initiative, slowly placing my right arm around Olivia's back. We both heard slight movement from upstairs and acknowledged each other's notice of it. "Before he comes downstairs..." and I slowly motioned towards Mrs B, finally placing a delicate kiss on her soft, wanting lips. I was no longer risking anything; the body language and tones emanating from Mrs B were those of acceptance. It had become almost inevitable within 2 minutes that we would develop our relationship into a sexual one, at least some day.

The sound of footsteps descended the staircase of the house. "You want a drink Paul?" Olivia enquired softly and cheerfully.

"Yes please mam" he replied before seeing me and acknowledging me, "Alright Dan! How long have you... what time is it?"

"Late! I thought you two were supposed to be going out today! Daniel almost gave up on you and tried to take me out instead" Olivia dared. The comment didn't suck Paul in to curiosity. With his eyes staring into space, he took his usual black coffee and sipped away at the boiling drink.

10 minutes later, Paul stood up with far more clarity and purpose than with which he plopped down into his seat, and made his way upstairs to prepare himself for a day of drink in Geordieland. It would just be a normal day of drinking to him anyway, just the same as any other.

But to me, this specific Saturday proved to be a blur. I drank lightly throughout the day, with no intention of getting drunk. I played pool, met a few football fans and even flirted with a couple of barmaids. One in particular was on a plate for me, despite only half of my mind being on the 'job'. At the end of the night, Paul and I went back to the bed and breakfast, Paul with 2 girls and me with nothing. I just didn't feel bothered by the prospect of a one-night girl.

The next evening, Paul and I arrived back at his house desperately tired. I was disappointed to see that his mother was not home. A note on the kitchen counter said that she had gone out with her sister to the cinema. I took the liberty of going into the kitchen without asking, pouring out a glass of water and using that to help digest a couple of headache tablets. On leaving the kitchen I found Paul already asleep and snoring on the couch. I left, locking the house with his key and posting his key back through the letterbox, only to turn around and see Olivia walking up the drive.

"Hello Daniel! Where's Paul?" she asked as I noticed the slightest dilation of the pupils within her deep hazel eyes.

"Inside, he collapsed on the couch and fell asleep like a baby. Did you enjoy the film?"

"Not at all. Saying that, I didn't really pay much attention to it, it might have been wonderful for all I know."

Olivia was dressed informally. She wore flats which I'd like to say accentuated her lack of height. Moving upwards, a delightful pair of black trousers, which were quite slack at the ankles, yet tight around the bottom. Perhaps Olivia, with her quiet, unassuming nature, didn't realise quite how much her trousers showed her bottom. She was all in black, her top was a black polo shirt with none of the buttons done up so the top of Olivia's cleavage was just visible. Finally, her hair had been left down and unseen to. It suited her down, helping to frame her small figure into an overall A* grade presentation. I decided to lower the tone of the discussion.

Blatantly staring in a rather irreverent manner, I noted her that "I can see your cleavage again Mrs B! I hope you don't mind!"

"Do you ever behave, Daniel?" Olivia replied with the giggle of a schoolgirl.

"Can I see some more?" I asked honestly,

"What, now?" she asked.

"Not quite now," as I put my arm around her just as I did in her kitchen the other morning. Again, my lips touched hers but this time the embrace enjoyed a greater longevity. "Let's go back to mine. Please Mrs B."

"Oh Daniel," Olivia exhaled. "OK, but what about Paul? If he wakes up and finds out I haven't arrived home yet he'll wonder where I am."

On my advice, Olivia sent a text message to her son: 'Stayed at your aunt's house, don't worry about me, I'll be home in the morning'. I couldn't resist but put an arm around Olivia as she did so, I was entering a state of arousal at the prospect of taking this delightful, 5ft tall, buxom lady home with me. I squeezed the far, right, cheek of Olivia's bottom, bringing a reaction from Olivia's own hand to mine on her bottom.

We jumped into my car, my pride and joy, a black 1975 Jaguar E-type with a roaring V12 engine. "What made you buy such a... different car, Daniel?"

"I take as much pleasure as possible in great beauty. This thing catches everybody's eye when they see that it's not a 50 year old driving it and then they realise how good it looks. Of course it looks even better with a babe in the passenger seat." I said with a wink. "I feel like stretching it's legs, let's go the long way around". I took a left turn onto the motorway, turning a 4-mile journey into a 10-mile journey, putting the Jag into it's top, 4th, gear and flooring the accelerator with fervour and passion.

The midnight motorway traffic was almost none-existent. Most people at this time would be in bed, working a night shift or getting drunk. We flew past the odd lorry with the speedometer occasionally tempting 100 miles per hour. Once I got greedy and squeezed 120 out of the sensational sounding V12 engine. The E-type might had had a further 20 miles per hour in it's day but my baby was not to be broken. "You haven't forgotten me have you Dan?" Olivia asked, again in quite the manner of a little schoolgirl.

"Certainly not. I just felt greedy and anyway, what better way to work up an appetite?" I smiled. "I want to savour the evening!"

"Oooh vibration!" Olivia exclaimed. She checked her phone "OK, night mum!" she read the text message from Paul. Fantastic!

2 miles short of the junction and without another vehicle in sight I glanced across to Olivia, visually drinking as much of my prize as possible without losing concentration of the road. I even afforded myself a glance at her magnificent cleavage. After looking a little hypnotized by her own thoughts, looking blankly at the road ahead, Olivia seemed to snap out of the daze and looked up to me with a smile as I decelerated and took the junction.

"Don't worry about it Mrs B, Olivia, Mrs B. I like calling you Mrs B! Anyway, don't worry about it. None of us are doing anything wrong. Lying to Paul was the right thing to do. He doesn't need to know and we don't need to tell him. I think he might have noticed me eyeing you before anyway and he hasn't said anything."

Olivia's smile mellowed into a simpler smile. "I think you're right. I hope so anyway. How did you get so confident and cool and calm anyway? It's hard to believe you're only 23 sometimes."

"I read the instructions in a book" I replied satirically, stopping at a red light. I took the opportunity to lean across with my left hand across Olivia's soft face to kiss her on the cheek and then on the lips, and then greedily on the lips for dessert.

We made it to my apartment block, I drove into the under ground car park at almost 30 miles per hour, despite the 5 mph signs. Having parked up, I felt as if my testosterone levels were at an all time high. I couldn't stop looking at Olivia's arse as she got out of the car. "Ladies first" I pointed towards the lift and as she took a step in front of me I slapped her bottom hard, causing a squeal from Mrs B and a quite comical ripple on her backside. "Have I mentioned that you have a fantastic backside, Mrs B?"

We stepped into the lift looking like a respectable couple. 10 seconds later, we stepped out, both topless except for Olivia's nude colour bra. I led Olivia to my apartment at the end of the corridor, almost dragging her along, as she giggled to me "I haven't felt like this in years Daniel! Your appetite is insatiable!"

She was right, we walked in and in a rare moment of sanity and civilian behaviour I opened the patio to the balcony, which looked out on a desperately ugly town landscape. I even had the good sense to switch on the air conditioning. This was going to be one very hot night. I turned back to look at Olivia who looked downright sexy in her black trousers and bra. "What are you going to do to me Daniel?" she teased, looking up to me with the forefinger of her left hand on her bottom lip. This was certainly not the behaviour of a woman of 42 years.

I stepped up to Olivia. "I'm going to give you the screwing that a MILF like you should be getting every day!" But against the mood, I couldn't help myself. I'm a huge fan of kissing and so; with a hand on each side of Olivia's face I kissed her, sensually, slowly and intently. On release she smiled at me as I stepped behind her. My curiosity told me to look at the tag on her bra. 'Made in Hong Kong' it said, but more to the point the other side said '34E'. Good show! I thought to myself as I unsnapped the hooks and pushing the shoulder straps aside. I moved forward, cupping Olivia's breasts in my hands, tweaking each nipple in a symmetrical fashion, feeling them become firmer and listening to Olivia's breathing deepen as her head fell back onto my collar.

My right hand left it's corresponding breast, snaking it's way down Olivia's torso and invading the hem of her trousers. Olivia's arms had both been over her own head and around the back of my neck, but sensing my intentions her left arm met mine as she politely undid the button and the zip of her trousers. I could feel the warmth immediately on her plain black knickers. My marauding fingers found their way through the soft hair to a damp vaginal area. I located everything by touch, deciding to teasingly caress Mrs B's labia whilst still massaging her left breast with my left hand.

Meanwhile, Olivia manage just hold together just enough composure to unbutton my own jeans. This was quite a relief because much more pressure on my manhood would not have been good for my future. Eventually my jeans dropped, my large organ had been released and good Mrs B even removed my boxer shorts for me. With her back still to me as I maintained the double massage on her breast and labia, Olivia proceeded to give me a thrilling hand job, occasionally scratching me lightly with her well attended to finger nails. "Come on big man" she said quietly. "In here is it?" she asked as we left the living room, pointing at the first door opposite.

I nodded and pushed the door open to my bedroom. What a fine idea of mine it was to buy a king sized bed. Olivia climbed into the middle of the bed, I followed her on and pulled her knickers down, over her knees and threw them across the room before lying on top of Olivia and inserting into her slowly but very surely and easily reaching the back wall of her vagina. "You good boy" she said with her eyes only half open, her face telling a story of happiness and relaxation, yet with a touch of ecstasy as I proceeded to move back and forth, plunging repeatedly into this charmingly tight vagina.

Olivia's began to moan and then seconds later she began to scream with her nails digging into my back and occasionally lower, giving me quite a sensation. She surprised me by yanking me down and managing to sit on top of me. I was now lying on my back and in the change of position the embrace had not been lost. Olivia bounced up and down on me with her arm behind her head, her face almost grimacing with lust as her breasts bounced lewdly. As I reached up to grab them we came together, my warm fluid entering my best friend's mother as her whole body shuddered, her hands shaking as if she he had been electrocuted.

Olivia collapsed down on top of me, her breasts providing a shock absorber. For no more than 2 or maybe 3 seconds, I put both of my arms around Mrs B, holding on to her before she fell away to my right side with her eyes closed.

"Thanks Mrs B" I said, managing to be polite and righteous, as one should with his best friend's mother.

"Hmmmm," Mrs B hummed. "You don't mind me sleeping here tonight do you Daniel?" as she rolled back towards me, her right arm crossing my chest. We fell asleep.
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