Free Story – My Middle-Aged Sex Queen

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Mom’s best friend, Donna, turned my wet dreams into reality. She’s my middle-aged sex queen.

Donna is old enough to be my mother. She’s my mom’s best friend. I’ve always had a hard time realizing that she’s over 40. It’s probably because my mother looks like a mom should—a few gray hairs and wrinkles, and she wears mother-type clothes and drives an SUV—and Donna is a sexy platinum blonde with a dynamite figure who drives a vintage Jaguar. You’ll never catch Donna in a cotton housedress like my mom wears. She pops out of that sleek silver-gray coupe wearing skimpy little shorts and tight t-shirts, and I don’t think she even owns a bra.

I’ve had the hots for Donna since I was old enough to understand why my cock always grew to gigantic proportions every time she showed up at the house. Though she was the object of many a night’s wet dreams, I never thought I’d have the chance to actually fuck her.

For one thing, she still treated me like a kid, and for another thing, her husband Phil looks like he could go fifteen rounds with a heavyweight boxer and then polish off the Buccaneers for a nightcap. He’s one big sonofabitch!

When I went off to college last fall, I forgot about my secret lust for Mom’s best friend and started a quest for new world records in beer drinking and diving inside the panties of young and naive freshman girls. I was so good at both things that I got caught in my dorm room by the resident advisor with a very naked young brunette sucking my cock while I drained a 12-pack of Milwaukee’s finest.  Since the school has some antiquated rules about having women in your room and about drinking on campus, I got a two-week suspension from the dean and a warning that the next one would be permanent.

I lucked out on my timing because Mom and Dad were off in Spain on a vacation. I decided to spend my forced vacation under their roof. They would never find out what had happened, and besides, Dad always had a fully stocked bar, and the freezer was packed with prime beef.

I took the bus home and was settling down with a jack and coke when I heard a car pull into the driveway. From the low rumble of the exhaust pipes, there was no doubt that it was Donna. I went to the door, drink in hand, and drooled as I watched those gorgeous, long, tanned legs, followed by the perfect ass tightly encased in a pair of almost nonexistent cut-offs. Then came the nice round tits, with their big hard nipples pressing against her tight white tank top.

Donna padded to the porch on bare, tanned feet, with the sun glinting off her brightly polished toenails. By the time she got to the door, my cock was straining against my jeans. She was as surprised to see me as I was glad to see her. She explained that Mom had given her a house key so she could water the plants and collect the mail.

When Donna looked longingly at the drink in my hand, I invited her in to have one with me. I mixed her a strong one—and then and another, and one more. Before long, I had been spilling my guts about the reason I was home during the middle of the semester. Donna seemed genuinely impressed by my alcohol-induced description of the scene in my dorm room.

Suddenly, I noticed she was looking at me differently than ever. She wasn’t looking at me like I was a little kid anymore. She snuggled closer and closer to me on the sofa, her smooth, bronzed thigh touching mine as her sexy toes played teasingly up and down my leg. Her voice grew husky, and her big brown eyes narrowed sexily as she smiled slyly and whispered, “Tell me exactly what that girl was doing to you when the resident advisor walked in….”

Her eyes dropped to the huge bulge in my pants as I stuttered, ‘Well, you know! She was, uh, going down on me.” I could feel myself blushing from head to toe as she begged me for more details. “Geez, Donna! It’s really embarrassing to sit here and tell you all this.”

Suddenly, Donna slid to her knees before me while I looked in amazement. She gently sat her drink on the carpet, unzipped my jeans, and held my stiff dick in her hands. “Was she doing it anything like this?” she giggled. And then my mom’s best friend’s long pink tongue was circling my throbbing head, darting in and out of my piss hole as I gasped for breath. Her full red lips opened wide and slid over my sausage, all the time licking around and around it.

I wanted to tell her that I had been dreaming about this happening since I was younger, but I was speechless. It’s hard to talk when you’re gasping for breath. Then Donna was gently massaging my balls as she slid up and down my pole, taking me farther into her mouth each time. My little brunette coed back at school was a rank amateur cocksucker compared to Donna!

I could feel the explosion building in me as she squeezed my swollen balls tighter and tighter. Then I felt the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat and her throat muscles relaxing as she took me in until her glossy lips were touching the root.

She gave one last squeeze to my sac, and I erupted like Mount St. Helen’s. But Donna wasn’t like that little brunette. She didn’t pull off of me and catch my hot goo in a tissue. The fortyish blonde sucked in every drop of my sticky jism, milking me so dry that I thought I would pass out from the rush of the most powerful climax I was sure that anyone had ever experienced.

Donna pulled off of my softening cock with a smile, kissed it gently, and stuffed it back into my jeans. She gulped down the rest of her drink and fixed her lipstick. Then she walked out the door, saying, “I’ll be back tomorrow. We don’t want the plants to wither now, do we?”

I was so stunned by what had just happened that I was beside myself. Just the thought of Donna’s hot mouth engulfing my stiff cock soon had me as hard as a rock again. I couldn’t wait until the next day. I must have jacked off ten times before I finally fell asleep that night! In my wildest dreams, I had never imagined that I would get a blowjob from my mom’s best friend!

I was up early the following day, anxiously awaiting Donna’s visit I decided it would be a good idea to stay in the house. I didn’t want her husband to drive by and see me. If he found out that Donna was watering my “vine” instead of my mom’s, getting kicked out of school would be the least of my worries! Hell, even if I lived, I’d probably be in a body cast until I was old enough to collect Social Security.

I sat there all day watching the tube. At about four o’clock, I decided she had second thoughts about returning for more. I mixed myself a drink and was taking a steak out of the freezer when I heard the sexy rumble of the Jag. I could feel my cock rising, and I hadn’t even seen her yet!

I dropped the steak into the sink and watched Donna running toward the house. Each step she took increased the swelling in my jeans. She was dressed in a white sundress that barely contained her bouncing tits. Her skirt flapped around her long legs, and her sexy high-heeled sandals beat out an erotic tattoo as she ran up the walk. By the time I got to the door, she had her key in the lock and was standing in front of me.

“That asshole husband of mine decided to take the day off work. He’s had me out on the golf course all day,” she explained breathlessly. “Now he wants to take me out to dinner. I told him I just had to check your folks’ house first, so we’ve only got about half an hour.”

There were no drinks this time, and embarrassed small talk to get things going. Donna reached up to the thin straps holding her dress up and slid them over her shoulders. The dress fell in a puddle around her feet. She was completely naked underneath. Her body was even more fantastic than I had dreamed of. Her tits were high and round, with huge cinnamon-­colored nipples that had hardened into bullet-shaped points. My eyes gazed down over her flat brown stomach to her snatch. Her pussy was shaved smooth, with just a hint of the same platinum blonde as the gorgeous mane on her head! Her pink cunt lips were swollen and already slick with her juices.

‘Well, don’t just stand there staring, silly,” she grinned as she looked at her watch.

I was in such a hurry to get my clothes off that I must have looked like a damned fool. I pulled my jeans down over my hard and anxious rod and then fell flat on my ass when I tried to pull them over my shoes. Donna laughed so hard that tears ran down her cheeks as I struggled on the floor.

As soon as I had kicked everything off, my giggling sex queen was on top of me. Those wonderful tits dangled over my mouth as she lowered her cunt over my rigid pole. I couldn’t believe the way she slid down onto me so slowly, contracting and relaxing her talented vaginal muscles as she went. I found one of her puckered brown nipples and sucked it deep into my mouth as she began riding me. She went faster and faster, grinding her sopping cunt down into me and crying out in delight with each stroke.

She rode me like she was some sex-crazed cowgirl in a very kinky rodeo as my mouth and hands caressed every inch of her smooth, tanned body. I reached behind her and explored her hot ass crack as she moaned in short gasps, “Play with my asshole. I love to have my asshole played with.”

I teased around her puckered opening, pushing my finger in and out. Each thrust into her butt brought a breathtaking tightening to her cunt around my rod. I began to wonder if I’d be able to make it for the whole half hour. Just when I was certain that I couldn’t hold back for another minute, I lifted her off of me and positioned her on all fours.

While she moaned in anticipation, I got on my knees behind her and licked around her hot brown hole until she was begging me to fill her asshole. I pushed my dick in slowly at first and then plunged in as she tensed and screamed out. I reached under her and massaged her dripping cunt, twisting her swollen clit between my fingers as I stroked in and out of her clenching rectum.

Donna was gasping in pained pleasure, and just as I filled her with my hot jism, she came with a low feline moan. She pushed back into me to take in every inch of my dick as her cunt tightened around my exploring fingers. I was so turned on that I kept cumming and cumming until my sticky cum was running down her thighs.

She let out one final sigh and collapsed on the floor as I pulled out of her asshole with a loud sucking sound and fell onto the floor beside her, kissing and holding her.

I could feel myself getting hard again as I played with her tits and ass. But Donna hurriedly looked at her watch and, with an exhausted sigh, said, “I’ve got to go.” Then she was up and wiping my cum off of her legs and ass with my discarded t-shirt and pulling her dress over her head.

She looked down at my wet, twitching cock and smiled with satisfaction. “I’d better return tomorrow to check on the plants.”

As I watched in exhaustion and amazement, she was rushing out the door, brushing her hair and fixing her makeup. Before I had gathered up enough strength to get off the floor, The Jag was roaring out of the driveway.

Donna ‘‘watered” the plants every day until I had to go back to school. I even settled down to some serious studying when I got back on campus. After two weeks with my middle-aged sex queen, it was pretty hard to get interested in all those inexperienced preppie chicks.

The funny thing is that Donna and I got so wrapped up in each other that we never watered Mom’s plants. They were all dead when Mom and Dad got back home. Dad accused her of drinking all his booze and raiding the freezer. Donna didn’t want to get me into trouble, so she took the blame.

Now Mom isn’t speaking to Donna anymore, so I guess that when I go home for summer vacation, I’ll be fucking Mom’s best enemy instead of her best friend!