Boby Taylor's Mother

[Bobby Taylor’s Mother[/b]

It all looked so much smaller now, that I walked up Bobby's garden path, we all had so much fun here as c***dren.

The famous tree was still there in the corner that I think everyone took turns of falling out off, and the grass bank ridge that we rode our bikes over, oh such memories.

Strange feeling ring the bell, as k**s we never did, we just run in out as if it was our house.

“Just a minute, till I get the key” came a voice from the other side.

“That's OK,” I replied.

Slowly the door swung back, with Bobby's mother trying to half fill the gap to keep the dog in.

“Oh my God, Danny, is that you?” she exclaimed opening the door wide and coming out to hug me, with Barney the Labrador, having a good sniff around my legs.

“Mrs Taylor, Hello, I was back this way so I thought I'd call by and check in on Bobby” I said.

“Well, Bobby's away with father trucking, so you've missed him, he will be disappointed, but please come on in, and tell me all about what you've been up too.” she said in her welcoming motherly tone.

Taking my hand and leading be into the kitchen.

“Cup of tea, coffee, beer maybe?”

“Thank you Mrs Taylor a coffee would be nice” I answered in my all grown up deep voice.

“Please Danny, call me Jean, not Mrs Taylor for God's sake, I'm practically your mother.” she added

“OK mum!” I replied with a grin.

“Let me see you, Danny, you've certainly grown up into a fine young man, who would have ever thought that little Danny, that was scared of wasps, and nettles would grow up into such a hunky guy” she said as she walked around me twirling me, her arm tracing around my waste.

“You're looking rather good yourself mom” I added grinning.

“ Well I don't normally dress like this but I was taking a client around an expensive house this morning, so I had to look good” she explained, patting down her pencil skirt with her hands sliding down her thighs. Spinning around in her expensive looking cashmere top with stitched in pearls around the shoulders.

“Not bad for fifty five” she said as she turned into a model pose, pointing her leg out, bending her knee.

“Awesome Mrs T”

“Not bad for thirty either” she hit me on the arm playfully.

“Always the charmer, I suppose you've been leaving a trail of broken hearts behind you?” she quizzed.

I laughed “Only one or two”

“Sugar?” she quizzed poised with the spoon over the sugar bowl.

“Just one please” I answered.

I watched Mrs T at the sink, she was more of a stunner than I ever remember, she was a lovely shape, good firm looking legs, a tiny waste, lovely hair, and perky little breasts.

“Danny, her you go” her words woke me from my trace. And I sat down on the sofa by the patio door
with Mrs T, sitting down beside me.

I had to try hard to not look at her legs, they were awesome to say the least, long and lean and looked good in her dark coloured tights.

“Thank you, it seems like old times, you where always feeding us” I said.

“To be honest it was more feed you and Bobby, just to calm you both down, my heart used to be in my mouth watching your antics” she said smiling with a look of her face that she was thinking back in time.

“Do you remember the tree house and the number of times you all fell out of that?” she asked me still grinning.

“Too right it was awesome, the whole street had great fun, remember the day the swing broke and Bobby broke his wrist”

“Yes I do” she said after pausing before adding
“I remember too much” tilting her head with a questioning grin.

It didn't take much but I could feel myself getting embarrassed and slowly going red.

She kept looking at me, grinning, knowing what she was doing, I did my utmost not to break eye contact.

“Let me see, I remember, the beer cans, the vodka, the dirty mags, and oh yes, my panties.... I take it that was you!”

“Errr, probably, it was just us growing up” I mumbled.

“Sorry have I embarrassed you” she quizzed me. As she took my hand, with both her hands and rubbed my hand and wrist between hers.

Before she placed my hand on her leg and teasingly guiding my hand up and down her silky thigh.

“What's wrong has the cat got your tongue, forgive but I'm feeling rather chuffed with myself after closing the deal this morning?”

Momentarily I was speechless, I looked at Mrs T,
I looked into her hot smiling eyes, as she glanced at my lips.

I was nervous, almost shaking and feeling so incredibly lucky.

It was as if my entire life had went into slow motion, it was so unreal, our lips touched.

Gently at first, is was an awesome feeling to kiss my first older woman, her mouth was so warm, so inviting.

She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth flicking and teasing my tongue, sucking and nibbling my life.

At that moment, that was it, I was in there, I could hardly believe what was happening , but I knew that this was no young girly that was going to cry off.

Mrs Taylor was the real deal.

My heart was pounding, the feeling of touching her silk legs, rubbing my hand up and down her thigh, it had my cock rock hard in an instant!

Even harder as her skirt rode up more, exposing enough of her stocking top to drive me insane.

“Oh Mrs T, you're awesome” or words to that effect came out of my mouth

“Shhhh, I told you before call me Jean, and kiss me”

It really was hard to accept that I wasn't dreaming, the more I touched her the hotter it got.

I near exploded on the spot, as she lay back into the corner of the sofa, tilting her head seductively, her eyes burning clean into my soul.

Her hands reached to my collar, and she half stoked my neck with one finger running along the inside of the cotton, pausing and pulling me towards her.

Oh God, she was incredible, I was nervous yet so excited, as she looked eagerly at my mouth, her skin looked so perfect.

The tension in the air was all lust, our lips met and it felt like I'd never imagined that it could be.

She kissed me even harder than before, ploughing her tongue deep into my mouth and sucking the very breath from my body.

I always thought I had lived before, but in that moment Mrs T, took me to heaven.

As we kissed even deeper, I did my best to make sure she had met her match, our tongues playing and fucking together.

Somehow I kept thinking I'm dreaming, and that I would wake up, but no it was real, and her eager hands undoing my shirt and tugging it from my trousers confirmed that there was no waking up and no going back now.

Having her mature hands caress my body took me a way beyond where I had ever been with any girl.

I wasn't a virgin, but never had I felt like this.

Cupping her cute little breasts in my hand, caressing them, pushing them upwards, her breath moaning as I tug hard at her hard nipples.

Even through the fabric, they feel like ¾ of inch long and Jesus they were so connected.

I WANTED THEM.

Pulling me close, she nuzzled into my neck, whispering in my ear, I can't remember what she said, I was too far gone, lost in our passion.

She held me tight, kissing my neck even more, licking me, sucking my Adams apple...wow never had that before.

I fumbled with her blouse, conquering one button at a time, exposing her fine lacy bra, before slipping my fingers in, tugging the fabric away freeing her hard luscious nipple.

I drove her wild with my attention, tugging teasing and tracing around her hard nipples, heaving towards me moaning as she wanted more.

Catching my breath, I sat up, admiring her, my body on fire with lust, as I studied her lying there. I was like a k** in a sweet shop, this was beyond heaven.

She stoked my thigh, her hand tracing across my hard bulge, stroking the length of my hardness.

“Talk them off Danny” she whispered quietly.

I couldn’t wait, I got onto knees wrestling with my jeans belt and first button, undoing them and lowering my zip....ahhhh phew breathing room for my excited cock.

Standing up I dropped the crumbled remains of my trousers, and tossed aside my shirt. Leaving me standing there excited and nervous, looking Mrs T. up and down, her tits half exposed, her skirt rucked up exposing her stocking tops and her long legs.

Jesus man she was HOT! So fucking hot.

She pulled me over closer slipping her hands down the back of my briefs,, squeezing my bum cheeks before tugging them down, exposing my cock straining against the elastic band before pinging to attention as she pulled them down.

Looking down as her, I was in awe, Mrs. Taylor after all these year, my throbbing cock inches from her face her hands exploring my balls and her fingers clasped ,gripping my shaft tight...

Within seconds, all my dreams came true, a deep sense of warmth engulfed my cock, starting around the engorged circumcised head before such an incredible feeling totally took me over...

OMG Mrs Taylor was deep throating me!


Now I've had blow jobs before, but this was way beyond any experience I ever had before. It wasn't just about sucking, it was the warm velvet luscious journey that she took my cock on, her tongue circling, teasing, exploring and teasing me in her mouth while her hands explored my heavy balls and stroked my hairy bum cheeks.

TOTAL CARNAL BLISS !!!

And that was only the start....

Reaching down I massaged her neck, it was so erotic feeling the want in her body, her muscles tensing as she took me further into lust.

Her deep wanting moans vibrating around my cock as I pulled and squeezed at her nipples.

She lay back on the sofa urging me up towards the corner, pulling me above her. Her hand pulling on my hard cock as she moved under me, holding me tight, and sucking my balls...

Oh Fuck, what an erotic milestone in my life!

Not only did she lick and suck my balls but her tongue started delving into my tight little ass hole driving me nuts...I had to use all my will power not to cum then and there on the spot.

Awesome Mrs T.

Feeling the 'heat' I moved back to catch my breath and admire this woman, here she was taking me and loving me, a boy half her age.

I knelt down before her, my hands running up the outside of her thighs over her fine lacy stocking tops, my heart racing once I felt the bare skin and the fine straps of her very skimpy panties.

Her hands held my head gently as I planted little kisses all the way up her thighs as she opened her legs, her sweet scent captivating me and making me want her even more as my kisses and tongue run right along the edge of the fabric..

Mrs T was loving it, shy at the start the caution in her legs fell away, she parted her legs and pulled me to her.

I started to ease the fine material to the side, little by little her juicy wet mound came into view.

Not shaved but trimmed her dripping moist lips guarded her secret velvet folds.

Her juices cascaded over my two fingers as I invaded her, she moaned and squeezed my fingers in approving response.

Lying back, Mrs T. took charge, lifting her legs and pulling down her lacy panties ending dangling sexily on one ankle.

Looking me straight in the eyes, she opened her legs wide, like a flower, making me watch her fingers delve into her gorgeous folds before offering her fingers to me....I sucked and licked them like a man possessed.

“Kiss me Danny boy” she whispered and she thrust her hips towards me.

I was there, panting, wanting, needing more of the sweet nectar she had tempted me with.

My face covered in her juices as I devoured the most gorgeous cunt that I had ever came face to face with in my entire life.

Driving my tongue into her soon had her bucking and grinding against my eager mouth.

I wanted to please here so much....
The more my tongue flicked around her the more she wanted...

She trusted me completely with her pleasure, her very soul opening wide taking me into her mind and body.

My lustful attention drove her so close to the edge, but I wanted more and so did she.

My body ached to just plough my cock into her, but I wanted her all...

Yes I wanted to fuck her hard!

Yes I wanted cover her face and tits with my cum!

Yes I wanted to impale on my hard cock and have her ride me till she couldn't take any more.

Without any hesitation, I pulled her legs to the edge of the sofa, holding them up by the ankle, pushing them back and so apart.

My cock itching around her swollen glistening pussy lips, her hand helping rub my swollen throbbing knob into her juices, before guiding me as I drove hard into her. She was hot and fluid, her cunt took me in easily and then gripped me tight, skilfully massaging my entire length.

I had indeed went to heaven!

She arched her back upwards, almost hanging on my cock, fucking me hard.

I pushed her knees back, she gripped and pulsed around me wanting my hardness in every velvet juicy fold.

She was relentless!

The harder I fucked her, the harder she wanted it, pulling at my hips, smiling, her hear rolling in pleasure.

After an exhausting last burst of lust, she eased me slower before turning around, her bum in the air, her gaping pussy lips ready for more.

She protested as I bent down, diving into her cunt with my mouth, licking and sucking, loving her juices.

“No, I want cock, give me you, fill me Danny” she forcefully demanded.

Now standing up I was at a good height to plough my way into her waiting cunt. I say that in the only way I can, she had a gorgeous pussy to look at and an awesome cunt to fuck.

Mrs T moaned as I fucked her, muffled only by the sofa cushions that she had buried her head in, her tits swinging in time to my every stroke.

“Oh fuck” I could hardly contain myself as her hand grabbed my balls, her fingers teasingly stroking, wanting more.

It made me fuck her harder, I was getting close and she knew it.

“Cum for me baby, use me baby, fill me”

I was there, strokes away from dumping a load into Bobby’s mothers cunt, how lucky was I!

She finally pulled the trigger when she slipped a wet finger into my ass...OMG it was something else, I came HARD pumping what seemed like gallons of my young seed into her as we both collapsed in a heap on the sofa.

My legs had turned to rubber, but my cum covered cock stayed hard, swollen and still eager.

Lying there, half spent, her eyes half closed in an erotic daze, I knelt down beside her, rubbing my knob across her cheek and lips, she needed no encouragement as she sucked the cum from my cock.

Likewise I started to lick her cunt, devouring our juices, parting her lips with my fingers I went to work on her encoraged clit.

I'm fascinated by that little slither of flesh, Mrs T's was pretty small and well hidden, but so connected.

Just my tongue grazing across it made her back arch and her breathing to moan in total bliss.
Two fingers slipped in easily, as did a third while my tongue gave that clit insane attention circling and flicking my tongue deeper into it's protective folds.

“Show me you !” I said encouraging her, proudly holding her lips apart, she teased her clit, her secret technique. My eyes feasting on this sensual delight, her fingers playing faster, my fingers fucking her cunt and my other thumb setting her off even more ans it pressed against her tight little ass hole.

Bearing down HARD against my hand she was soon moaning out loud and rapidly bucking against me, until she could handle no more, when her body caved in, writhing in ultimate pleasure, her cunt taking on a life as it own as it kept on exploding and squirting it's gorgeous juices.

She lay there smiling, content her body flush red, her heart pounding pumping her blood to every corner.

It was so amazing to be part off, something I'd wanted for a long time.

Imagine me little scruffy yard boy with the cut knees all grown up and fucking Bobby Taylor’s mum... I was in heaven.

Thank you Jean!

XOX