One Weekend's at Mrs. Glass' House
I went to college in the same town where I grew up, as did a group of my friends. Whenever we left campus for the weekend we would take turns hanging at each other’s places, and sometimes we’d end up crashing in guest rooms, on couches or such. (Due to too much partying.) One of my friends had a game room with a pool table in the basement, so we would most often go there. His mom was a very attractive lady. Back then, the term MILF was unknown, but had it been, she would have certainly qualified. She was about 5’10 with long brunette hair and a firm body (she played tennis a lot) and my guess a good C cup overflowing with tits.
I spent the night one evening and I have to admit, I woke up thinking about how hot Mrs. Glass was… So when I arose early and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, I was sporting a pretty large ten in my underwear. But it was early and I figured no one else was up yet.
But she was; sitting at the kitchen table reading wearing a robe. I was a big groggy so I had no idea she was there till it was too late. So there I was in the kitchen with a ragging boner nearly poking out of my boxers. She just looked at me and smiled and went back to reading. I was really embarrassed and tried to hide my erection as much as I could, got my water and left.
Four or five weeks later we all went back there and I ended up sleeping in the game room again. The other guys, except my friend who lived there had all gone back to their places the end of the evening. As I lay in the darkness in the game room, alone, I thought about my friend’s mom, Susan. In the past, she and I normally kept a good talking relationship but after the obvious erection fiasco I had done my best to avoid her. I could not sleep really thinking about it all, my mind was going crazy fantasizing and running rampant. I couldn’t decide if I was hoping she would catch me again or if she brought up the last time and something bad would happen. I kept running scenarios A to Z… sleep was impossible, so I finally got up and went towards the kitchen to get water expecting to be alone as it was after midnight.
I came upstairs as stealthily as I could. I was halfway through the kitchen when I heard a noise, which about shocked me out of my sweatpants (I learned not to walk around in BVDs after that last encounter). She was in the laundry room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, folding laundry. She said, “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, thought I’d get some chores done. I hope I didn’t startle you.” I kept walking and said, “No, well, maybe some, I was just getting some water is all, I’ll be out your way in a moment. I drank my water, turned to go back down stairs only to find she had come into the kitchen and was blocking my path to the stairs. She was wearing the same robe, only this time it was loosely tied, and I could see her cleavage and a hint of bush. I tried not to look and walk around her, but she stopped me and asked why I seemed to be avoiding her. I admitted that I was embarrassed about what happen last time. Mrs. Glass smiled, a sort of, “don’t worry about it look” and said “Jerry, I have two sons and a husband, it’s not like I had never seen an erection before.” She got a mysterious smile on her face and I said that I supposed that made sense. She said, “It’s a natural reaction, men wake up with them, so it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. I suppose if you had been thinking of me and that’s way you were erect, that would be different.”
I must have turned beet red, and I stammered. “Wait”, she says, “had you been thinking of me?” “I, I, I…” was all I could reply. “I’ll take that as a yes. I guess you must have been thinking about me this morning,, too, that would explain this…” And without preamble she slipped her hand into my sweatpants and grabbed my cock.
“Mrs. Glass’, I croaked, “What are you doing”. She gently started stroking me, “Well, if I am making you hard, I should help you out, don’t you think, lend a hand”?
She deftly took my cock out of my sweats, sliding them down with her other hand. I wanted to resist, but I was rock hard at this point. Still, I weakly protested “What if someone wakes up?” She looked directly into my eyes, her hand slick already with my precum, stroking me, and then says, “No one else stayed over, and I know my guys, they sleep late. But you have a point; maybe we should move this along.”
She stepped back as far as she could and not loose grip on my rod, and then with her free hand opened the robe. I am surprised my gasping sharp intake of air didn’t wake anyone. Her body was even sexier than I had imagined. She pulled my head to one of her huge breasts and I sucked hungrily. As I did, her stroking motions on my cock quickened. She guided my hand to her thick bush, and I pushed through it – my fingers entered her easily. She was wet. So very, very wet.
That did it for me. She felt me tremble and knew I was about to cum. “Let me get a good look at that cock”, and she knelt before me, her face inches from the end of my swollen cock. “Mrs Glass, you better move, I am going to… “ and before I could finish my warning, I erupted. My balls were full, and she let out as I hear her catch her breath as she watched me shoot my cum ropes all over her face and tits. Just when I thought my spasms were about to end, she leaned in and sucked my cock into her mouth, milking another trio of squirting spasms from me. When I finally finished, she licked my cock clean and then gently put my spent penis back in my sweatpants.
She stood, and as she smiled at me, I looked at my cum, sliding down her body. She looked down and caught some on her fingers and then she licked them clean. I was no virgin, but never, NEVER had I seen something that hot. She just smiled at me, then took off her robe, and used it to wipe my jizz from her flesh. She looked at me with a teasing scolding grin, “Now look what you did, I will have to clean this robe again”, and she walked across the kitchen and tossed the spunk soaked robe into the washing machine. I though her walk was the most sexy stride I had EVER seen in a woman. “Over her should she said, “You should get back downstairs, Jerry, and I need to get dressed. This is our secret, Okay?”
I stared to stagger out of the kitchen, thinking did my friend’s mom just jack me off. HOT! I looked back taking one more look at her mature body. She was magnificent, and I nearly walked into the doorjamb absorbing that last look.
Nothing really happened after that morning, my visits were uneventful other than that occasionally she would bend over close around me and give me a down blouse look. And a rare upskirt flash, teasing me. But I never forgot, nor will I ever, that very special morning with Mrs. Glass.
I spent the night one evening and I have to admit, I woke up thinking about how hot Mrs. Glass was… So when I arose early and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, I was sporting a pretty large ten in my underwear. But it was early and I figured no one else was up yet.
But she was; sitting at the kitchen table reading wearing a robe. I was a big groggy so I had no idea she was there till it was too late. So there I was in the kitchen with a ragging boner nearly poking out of my boxers. She just looked at me and smiled and went back to reading. I was really embarrassed and tried to hide my erection as much as I could, got my water and left.
Four or five weeks later we all went back there and I ended up sleeping in the game room again. The other guys, except my friend who lived there had all gone back to their places the end of the evening. As I lay in the darkness in the game room, alone, I thought about my friend’s mom, Susan. In the past, she and I normally kept a good talking relationship but after the obvious erection fiasco I had done my best to avoid her. I could not sleep really thinking about it all, my mind was going crazy fantasizing and running rampant. I couldn’t decide if I was hoping she would catch me again or if she brought up the last time and something bad would happen. I kept running scenarios A to Z… sleep was impossible, so I finally got up and went towards the kitchen to get water expecting to be alone as it was after midnight.
I came upstairs as stealthily as I could. I was halfway through the kitchen when I heard a noise, which about shocked me out of my sweatpants (I learned not to walk around in BVDs after that last encounter). She was in the laundry room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, folding laundry. She said, “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, thought I’d get some chores done. I hope I didn’t startle you.” I kept walking and said, “No, well, maybe some, I was just getting some water is all, I’ll be out your way in a moment. I drank my water, turned to go back down stairs only to find she had come into the kitchen and was blocking my path to the stairs. She was wearing the same robe, only this time it was loosely tied, and I could see her cleavage and a hint of bush. I tried not to look and walk around her, but she stopped me and asked why I seemed to be avoiding her. I admitted that I was embarrassed about what happen last time. Mrs. Glass smiled, a sort of, “don’t worry about it look” and said “Jerry, I have two sons and a husband, it’s not like I had never seen an erection before.” She got a mysterious smile on her face and I said that I supposed that made sense. She said, “It’s a natural reaction, men wake up with them, so it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. I suppose if you had been thinking of me and that’s way you were erect, that would be different.”
I must have turned beet red, and I stammered. “Wait”, she says, “had you been thinking of me?” “I, I, I…” was all I could reply. “I’ll take that as a yes. I guess you must have been thinking about me this morning,, too, that would explain this…” And without preamble she slipped her hand into my sweatpants and grabbed my cock.
“Mrs. Glass’, I croaked, “What are you doing”. She gently started stroking me, “Well, if I am making you hard, I should help you out, don’t you think, lend a hand”?
She deftly took my cock out of my sweats, sliding them down with her other hand. I wanted to resist, but I was rock hard at this point. Still, I weakly protested “What if someone wakes up?” She looked directly into my eyes, her hand slick already with my precum, stroking me, and then says, “No one else stayed over, and I know my guys, they sleep late. But you have a point; maybe we should move this along.”
She stepped back as far as she could and not loose grip on my rod, and then with her free hand opened the robe. I am surprised my gasping sharp intake of air didn’t wake anyone. Her body was even sexier than I had imagined. She pulled my head to one of her huge breasts and I sucked hungrily. As I did, her stroking motions on my cock quickened. She guided my hand to her thick bush, and I pushed through it – my fingers entered her easily. She was wet. So very, very wet.
That did it for me. She felt me tremble and knew I was about to cum. “Let me get a good look at that cock”, and she knelt before me, her face inches from the end of my swollen cock. “Mrs Glass, you better move, I am going to… “ and before I could finish my warning, I erupted. My balls were full, and she let out as I hear her catch her breath as she watched me shoot my cum ropes all over her face and tits. Just when I thought my spasms were about to end, she leaned in and sucked my cock into her mouth, milking another trio of squirting spasms from me. When I finally finished, she licked my cock clean and then gently put my spent penis back in my sweatpants.
She stood, and as she smiled at me, I looked at my cum, sliding down her body. She looked down and caught some on her fingers and then she licked them clean. I was no virgin, but never, NEVER had I seen something that hot. She just smiled at me, then took off her robe, and used it to wipe my jizz from her flesh. She looked at me with a teasing scolding grin, “Now look what you did, I will have to clean this robe again”, and she walked across the kitchen and tossed the spunk soaked robe into the washing machine. I though her walk was the most sexy stride I had EVER seen in a woman. “Over her should she said, “You should get back downstairs, Jerry, and I need to get dressed. This is our secret, Okay?”
I stared to stagger out of the kitchen, thinking did my friend’s mom just jack me off. HOT! I looked back taking one more look at her mature body. She was magnificent, and I nearly walked into the doorjamb absorbing that last look.
Nothing really happened after that morning, my visits were uneventful other than that occasionally she would bend over close around me and give me a down blouse look. And a rare upskirt flash, teasing me. But I never forgot, nor will I ever, that very special morning with Mrs. Glass.
8 years ago
