My Girl Friend's Mother

My Girl Friends Mother Joanna was a friend of mine that I used to go to the cinema with. Jo was the daughter of a chap I used to work with. He and his wife, Emma, had split up and divorced some years previously, and he'd asked me to take his daughter out to get her out of her shell as he put it. Although Jo was a lovely girl, she just wanted us to be friends, as although she liked me, she didn't really fancy me. That was a shame as she was rather attractive, and I'd admitted to her one night that I quite often masturbated thinking of her. She seemed to find that admission more amusing than arousing, so I just gave up trying to get it on with her, and settled into being a friend no matter how frustrating that was at times. One such time was after an evening out at the cinema. We'd watched several films back to back, and as it was very early in the morning when I took her back to the home she shared with her mom, she asked if I wanted to sleep on the couch overnight in case I fell asleep at the wheel driving back to my place. Feeling very tired, I agreed, thanking her, and after we said goodnight to one another, I stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers and snuggled under a fleece blanket on the couch as Jo headed upstairs to bed. I woke up some time later needing the toilet. Jo and myself had drunk a fair few colas, and now my bladder needed emptying. Typically for a man who'd been asleep and needed the toilet, my cock was hard. Not wanting to disturb either Jo or her mom, I felt my way up the stairs in the dark to the bathroom before putting on a light. After having a pee, flushing and then washing my hands, I still had a rather stiff cock, which caused by boxers to tent up. Whenever that happens, I can't help but feel horny, especially at that moment in time as I was the only chap in the house with two attractive women. Feeling aroused, I checked the linen bin and discovered some rather racy lingerie. As Jo and her mom had similar figures, I couldn't tell which items belonged to whom. I found a set of black silk French knicker briefs that felt wonderful to the touch. I sat myself on the edge of the bath, pulled off my boxers, and after sniffing the silk knickers, wrapped them around my stiff cock and began masturbating with them. Oh, the feeling was exquisite. I slowly masturbated, savouring the feeling, stopping every so often when I felt I was close to orgasm, as I wanted to make the experience last. I was fantasising that these were Jo's, and that she had worn them that very night while we were out, when the bathroom door swung open and Jo's mom, Emma, walked in. "What are you doing!?" she squeaked in shock at the sight that greeted her. "Shit!" I exclaimed. We just looked at one another, speechless after our first surprised outbursts. "Er, very sorry Emma" I said blushing, covering my hard cock with the silky knickers. "So you bloody well should be Richard, those are my knickers you're sitting there wanking with" she said sternly. "Oh, God, sorry. I thought they were Jo's" I said. "That's no bloody excuse young man" Emma said. "Sorry" I said again. "Ok, now bugger off downstairs you dirty sod and let me go to the toilet please" said Emma angrily. I put her knickers back in the linen basket, stood and pulled my boxers back up over my now semi-hard cock. Emma just watched then ushered me from the bathroom and shut the door. Feeling somewhat foolish, I trotted back down stairs and went back to the lounge couch to try and get some sleep. I found it difficult to get back to sleep, worried that I'd really upset Emma and that she'd tell Jo of my interrupted wanking session. Finally, too tired to keep my eyes open, I nodded off to sleep. I was woken up some time later by someone shaking my shoulder and calling my name. Opening my bleary eyes, I saw that it was Emma. I sat up, fully expecting to be asked to leave after what had happened earlier. "Richard, I feel that I need to apologise" she said as she stood in front of me. "No, I should be apologising" I said. "I'm very sorry Emma, but I shouldn't have been doing that in your home, yet alone with your knickers. Its no excuse, but I thought they were Jo's". Emma chuckled. "What, you didn't think a woman of my age wore such sexy stuff then?" she said. "I can't win that one can I?" I said, smiling. "Nope" she replied. "Anyway, I'm sorry that I flipped out over catching you wanking. I hope its not going to put you off?" Emma said with a little grin. Blushing I said, "Erm, I hardly think so Emma, although perhaps I'd best not do it when I'm here". "Oh, that's a shame Richard" said Emma with an exaggerated pout. "On reflection, it seemed to me that you were quite enjoying yourself before I interrupted you" she said, winking at me. "Well, to be honest Emma, I was. I know Jo just sees me as a friend, but I can't help getting horny when I'm out with her, and this evening, spending the night here with her so close by, I just needed to wank to get some relief" I explained. "I see" said Emma. "Richard, I'll let you into a little secret. Jo's into women, not chaps". "Oh" I said. "Are you certain?" I asked. "Very" Emma replied. "Trust me on this Richard". "Oh" I said again. "However, I myself", went on Emma, "am very into men". The way Emma said that made me pause and look at her more closely. She was standing there in front of me in what looked like a silk nightie that stopped just above her knees. I noticed then that she had lovely legs, toned and shapely. My gaze drifted upwards. For her 49 years of age, she was in good shape. She had a slight tummy bulge, but small, firm looking boobs that her nightie clung to in a very alluring manner. "Finished checking me out Richard?" chuckled Emma, having noticed my eyes wandering over her. "Sorry Emma" I said. "Don't be. It's nice to be eyed up, especially by a young chap with a bulging cock" she said, nodding to the tent in my boxers caused by my cock swelling. "Bugger" I said in embarassment. Laughing, Emma playfully asked, "Have I given you a stiff cock then Richard?" "Erm, looks that way Emma" I replied, looking at her boobs, noticing and what seemed to be a hardening of her nipples beneath her silk nightie. "Well Rich, are you just going to stare all night, or whip out your cock and wank it for me?" Emma playfully demanded to know. As actions speak louder than words, I pulled off my boxers and began stroking my hard cock as I laid back on the couch looking at Emma. "Nice" Emma murmured as she ran her hands over her silk clad breasts, rubbing her erect nipples. She stepped forward, and placed one foot on the couch near my head, allowing me to see up her nightie. "Very nice" I said, licking my lips as I laid eyes on her shaved pussy. "You approve?" she asked me throatily. "Definitely. Looks a little moist from this angle Emma" I commented as I stroked my stiff cock. "It is. I had a quick play with it before I came downstairs. Seeing your hard cock earlier got me into the mood" she said as she hitched up the hem of her nightie and began using her slim, finely manicured fingers, to play with her pussy and clit. I stopped stroking my cock and watched her. "Hey now!" she said as I stopped wanking. "That's not fair". I sat up and pulled her hand away, and leaning forward, licked her smooth, wet pussy. "Mmmm. That's much better" she purred as I licked and lapped, and probed with my tongue. I worked my tongue into her fold and gently licked her clit. "Much, much better than a wank don't you think Rich?" she asked me between sighs of pleasure. My reply was a mumbled "Yes" - my tongue was otherwise occupied. Emma then gripped my head and moaned as she shuddered, her legs trembling as she orgasmed. "God, I needed that" she finally managed to say as I carried on licking her pussy and clit. Then she stepped away and leaned forward, gently pushing me back on the couch. As I lay there with my very hard, throbbing cock sticking up, she again hitched up her nightie and straddled me. Reaching down she took hold of my hard cock and carefully guided it into her warm, wet, willing pussy as she lowered herself onto me. I had a difficult time not spurting there and then, but Emma sensed my excitement and just sat there on me as we both savoured the feeling of my hard cock in her pussy. I reached up with both my hands and fondled her breasts through the silk of her nightie. She sighed as I used my thumbs to caress her hard nipples. Before she began to ride me, she pulled her nightie up, and took it off, throwing it to the floor, allowing me to see up close her naked breasts. They were small, firm and freckled, as well as being rosey from her aroused flush. I moved my head forward so that I could kiss them, and suckle on her nipples as she started to ride my stiff cock. I sucked her nipples in turn, gently nibbling on them as she rode me faster, grinding down on me. She wrapped her arms around me as I suckled and nibbled on those lovely boobs and nipples, pulling me in tight as she frantically rode me while I held onto her waist. "I'm, going to cum soon Emma" I whispered to her. "Good, I'm almost there too" she said between clenched teeth. Then I couldn't hold back any longer and I spurted cum into her pussy. She moaned and wriggled as she managed finally to cum too as my cock pulsed wave after wave of spunk into her. After what seemed ages, but was in fact minutes, she wriggled off me and strode over to where shed thrown her nightie. As she bent over to pick it up, I had a perfect view of her wonderfully shapely, firm buttocks. Emma knew just what she was doing, as she looked back at me whilst still bent over, wiggled her hips and buttocks and said, "Perhaps we should continue in my bed Richard? Doggie style Ok with you?" she asked laughing throatily as she spied my cock getting stiff again. Suffice to say that when Jo brought in her mothers morning breakfast mug of tea, Jo just stood in the bedroom doorway with an open mouth at seeing her mother greedily sucking on my cock. "Do you want any bacon to go with that sausage mom?" asked Jo as she recovered from her surprise. Emma stopped sucking my cock long enough to say, "Very funny, now bugger off, I need a shag" before laying on her back, spreading her legs and asking me with a grin, "Well, Rich, up for a shag?" As I eased my stiff cock into Emma's more than willing wet pussy, Jo just rolled her eyes, tutted and left the room. What a weekend.