Happy Birthday, Mrs. Freemont!

'I'm sorry. This is wrong. I...'

'What's wrong about it?', she said before I could continue.'Didn't you like that?', she asked with that coy smile back on her face.

'Of course I did, I... But you're Paul's mom!' I tried to sound as convincing as I possibly could.

'Yes I am', she replied.'And you're his friend. But no one has to know about this!'

'But you're married. And almost twenty years older than me!'

To be honest, those three things were getting me excited, aside from Mrs. Freemont's beauty. But feelings and ethics were not on the same side of my head right now, and I guess she could tell what my heart really wanted.

'Yes, I'm married. To that grumpy idiot standing outside by the barn, sulking because I'm having a party for all my friends. My husband and I haven't gotten along for three years, and I'm done waiting for him to change his behaviour. And as for my age, I guess from the looks that you gave me before that my being 45 isn't much of a problem for you.'

'But...'

I didn't have time to say anymore before she was kissing me again. Her lips were so warm and soft, and as her tongue started to play with mine again, I couldn't resist anymore. My hands were soon back were they had been before we stopped, caressing her upper body and breasts. As I felt Mrs. Freemont's hands pulling my shirt up and starting scratching the skin on my back, things started to heat up. My dick was growing in my pants, and there was no more doubt in my mind – I wanted her. My hands worked their way down her back and to her ass, where I stayed for a moment, feeling her firm cheeks. Then I started pulling her dress up, ever so slowly. As my lips started to explore the side of her neck, I worked my way down to her pearl necklace. Gently kissing the pearls and the soft, tanned skin underneath them, I continued to ease the black and white fabric of her dress up her hips. All the while she was softly moaning, with her hands still on the skin underneath my shirt. When I had pulled the dress up to reveal her ass fully, I again placed my hands on her rear end. My dick jerked as I felt a thong between her cheeks, and as I moved my fingers along the panty line, I could feel it curve over her hips, and as I reached the front I discovered a smooth patch of satin covering her pussy. As my right hand returned to her lower back, my left ventured down her front, and I started to massage the soft mound just above her clit.

To begin with, I was massaging her through the thin, shiny fabric of her panties. Mrs. Freemont was still scratching the skin on my back and kissing my neck, and her moaning was starting to get louder. I put my fingers inside her panties, but just as I touched her clit, she suddenly pushed me away.

'Not here. I don't want to do this in an uncomfortable bathroom', she said with a wet look in her eyes.

She took me by the hand, and turned the lock of the bathroom door. With her dress still up on her hips and her satin thong fully revealed, she lead me into the bedroom. She quickly moved to the door leading to the hallway, and closed it. She then turned the key, removed it from the lock, and put it on the dresser. With that, she again turned to me. Speaking in a low, sexy voice, she said:

'Let's do this properly.'

She grabbed a hold of my other hand, and put my arms around her neck.

'Help me get this dress off.'

I kept my eyes fixed on hers as I carefully slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. I leaned forward and kissed her skin softly, before I reached back and slowly zipped her dress open. After that, it didn't take much effort to make it fall to the floor. And there she stood before me, looking so amazing. She was wearing a white bra, with the bottom part of the cups in gleaming satin. The upper parts were in lace with small, inlaid pearls, and I could just discern the upper part of her nipples under the see-through material. I could see that they were hard, as the shiny satin caught the sunlight from the windows, and outlined the perky tips underneath. And it was only now that I got a good look at her panties, which I had caressed only minutes earlier. The white, satin triangle just covered her pussy, and showed a small, moist spot on it. Along with the bright, white pearls of her necklace and bracelet, the sight of Paul's mom was really making my heart pound. As I grabbed her by the hips and moved my lips towards hers, she put up her hands against my chest and shook her head.

'No no, let me help you with yours first', she said with a smile.

Before I knew it, she was unbuttoning my shirt. While I had undressed her gently, she more or less ripped my shirt off as fast as she could. She spent a few seconds feeling my chest, but then quickly had me raise my arms as she pulled my t-shirt off me. She threw it on the floor, and before it had landed she was busy unbuckling my belt. She crouched down, and with a distinct yank she pulled my jeans down to my ankles, but then suddenly slowed down. I stood there as if I had now idea what had just struck me, and Mrs. Freemont was still crouched in front of me, as she slowly looked up at me and gave me an amazing smile. She changed her position to standing on her knees before me, and then she raised her hands to the waist line of my boxers. Softly she touched my crotch through the cotton, and said with a light giggle:

'I think someone needs some more room...'

Then she pulled my underwear down, and my cock sprung free. I'm not really hung like a stallion, but still with an average-sized limb, but just as any other guy I have been very self-conscious about my size now and then, but this was not one of those times. I wanted her, she wanted me. Right there and then, nothing else mattered. Mrs. Freemont looked at it, smiled eagerly, and carefully grabbed it with her left hand. As she moved her lips towards my dick, I stopped her and said:

'No, do it with your right hand.'

'Why?' she replied, looking a bit confused.

'I want to see your pearls. That bracelet is so sexy.'

Without a word, she changed hands. As she gave my dick a few strokes, I couldn't keep my eyes off the strings of pearls sliding up and down her wrist as she moved. Then her lips touched the head of my cock. She started out just kissing it lightly, but soon her tongue was swirling around my cock. I grew harder in an instant, as Mrs. Freemont continued her expert treatment. As I looked down on her, I felt that this woman really knew what she was doing. The girls I had been with before this had all been about my age, and although they had all done a pretty good job, it was not much compared to the blow job Paul's mom was giving me now. She continued with the same energy for a few minutes, and then started swallowing my dick completely. As I felt the back of her throat touch the head of my cock, I couldn't restrain myself. Grabbing her by the back of her head, I softly but firmly started to help her maintain the back-and-forward motion. At the same time, she started to play with my balls, and she must have felt them twitch, because as I was just about to cum, she suddenly stopped and stood back up again.

'We don't want that to happen too soon, do we?' she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I was so hot then that I grabbed her by the wrists, and locked her arms in a firm grip behind her back. Without saying a word I started kissing her again, wildly and passionately. Responding to my kisses, it wasn't long before Mrs. Freemont showed me that she had other things in mind. She freed herself from my embrace, and pushed me backwards. She then moved to the bed, and lied down. Placing a pillow under her head, she then stretched her legs up in the air and spread them wide. Her chestnut hair was still fastened to the back of her head with a white hair clip, but a strain of her fringe had come undone and was hanging down in front of her face. Looking through it with an almost animal-like look, she remained silent, but signalled with her finger that she wanted me to come over. I knew exactly what she meant, and I kneeled down beside the bed. I reached out my hands to touch her knees, and then slid them down the outer side of her thighs, kissing her skin as I moved downwards. When I got to the hips, I let my left hand stay there, while I put the fingers of my right hand over the satin patch between me and her pussy.

Slowly I started rubbing her clit through the shiny satin, and that moist spot quickly grew bigger. I looked up at Mrs. Freemont's face, and saw that she had thrown her head back over the pillow and was grasping the bed spread with her hands. Her chest was heaving up and down from her heavy breathing, and I could see her pearl necklace roll between the satin cups still covering her tits. I bent down my head again, and pulled the panty front aside. Her exposed pussy was not clean-shaven, but still neatly trimmed. Thin lines of black pubic hair lined the outer edges of her labia, and above her clit was a small patch of short hair. I leaned in, and as my lips touched her clit, I could feel Mrs. Freemont's body flex instantly. Her pelvis lifted from the bed and pushed into my face, as I continued to kiss and lick the button above her crack. Soon I was helping with my fingers, working two of them in and out of her pussy as I rolled my tongue around her clit. And all the time Mrs. Freemont was bucking up and down, with a steady rhythm to match my fingers' movement.

I don't know exactly how or when it came to me, but suddenly I had an idea. I started to crawl along her body, kissing and caressing my way up her waist and stomach. When I reached her chest I started to fondle her tits, just going wild from feeling her through the smooth, delicate satin of her bra. I let my hands slide to the back of her neck, where I unhooked the clasp of her necklace. Mrs. Freemont squirmed under me as I returned to her crotch, and she gave the horniest look I've ever seen as I moistened the white pearls of her necklace with my tongue. She knew what I was going to do, and she couldn't wait for it. Holding the stretched-out string of beads between my hands, I gently placed it over her pussy and started to slide it up and down her crack. Her juices mixed with the saliva that was already on the pearls as I picked up speed. Mrs. Freemont was almost losing it, and she threw her head around so much that the hair clip came loose and freed up her beautiful hair. As it fell down she continued to throw her head from side to side, making her look like some wild animal in heat. I continued to rub her clit and crack with the necklace, licking and kissing her pussy at the same time.

'Yes, yes! More...', she moaned silently.

Mrs. Freemont was struggling hard to hold back her moans. She didn't want anybody to hear what was going on in that room, in the middle of her own birthday party, and with her husband outside by the barn. I looked up at her, and as I saw her eyes roll back, every muscle of her body seemed to flex, and Mrs. Freemont held back a scream as her whole body trembled in an orgasm. She bit her lower lip as her body relaxed and fell back on the bed spread, but I was far from finished with her.

Still holding the now wet necklace, I crawled up again. Mrs. Freemont looked exhausted as she lay under me, breathing heavily. I kissed her cheek and neck as I put the pearls back on her, which left a trail of wet spots on the skin of her chest. Rising up on my left hand, I let my right hand cup her breast. As I felt the hard nipple through the satin against my palm, I looked deep into her eyes. Still breathing heavily, she whispered:

'John, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me. It's been so long...'

She didn't have to ask me twice. I took my hand from her tit and grabbed my hard dick, and pointed it towards her waiting pussy. I started to tease her a little by just touching the crack with the head of my cock, but she couldn't wait any longer. Her hands travelled down my back and grabbed my ass, and with a firm push she forced me inside her. My cock softly slid in all the way down to the base, and as my balls smacked against her skin, Mrs. Freemont lifted her crotch against me, as if to make me go just a little deeper. She gave out a loud moan and lifted her head to my ear and whispered, almost hissed, through her teeth:

'Fuck me, John. Fuck my pussy.'

And I fucked her. Moving in and out, I started to pick up speed, and we soon found a mutual tempo. We started to kiss passionately again, and I continued to pound her pussy as she wrapped her legs around my hips. My hands were everywhere, and her fingernails were scratching my back. Her panties were still on, pushed to the side, and as my dick moved up and down I could feel the shiny satin brushing against it.

I don't know how long that went on. It could have been two minutes or two hours, I was completely lost in time. But eventually, I pulled out and stood up on my knees in front of her.

'Take these panties off, they're only in the way now', she panted.

Mrs. Freemont held her beautiful legs together and lifted them up in the air, as I slid the wet panties up her stems. Having removed them, I threw them on the floor, and Mrs. Freemont crawled up to standing on all fours. She positioned her pussy just in front of me, and looked back at me. Her eyes were begging for more, and I moved in. She was still wearing that sexy bra, and in her present position her tits were filling those cups to the maximum.

'Do me doggie style, John. I haven't done that since I was your age...' she said.

I don't know if it was those words that did it, but right there and then I was so turned on by this mature woman in front of me. The very fact that she was almost twice my age, and could easily have been my own mother, stirred something in my mind. I pushed inside her again, and leaned forward over her back. My hands grabbed her heavy tits, and I weighed them in my palms as I started to fuck her again. The satin of her lingerie felt so smooth in my hands, but soon I decided that enough was enough. I leaned back again, and as I unhooked her bra, her tits came free. Sure, you could tell that she wasn't 19, but those tits were so beautiful. I bent over again and held them in my hands, feeling them swing back and forth as I kept pumping her from behind. Mrs. Freemont pushed her face into the bed spread and started to scream.

'Yes, yes! Fuck me, John! You're so good!'

Her muffled moans and screams were driving me wild, and soon we switched positions again. I slid out of her and threw myself back on the mattress, with my hard cock pointing up into the air, waiting for more. Mrs. Freemont didn't take long to straddle me, and ever so slowly she lowered her body on top of mine. Her pussy was so wet by now, and she had no problems sliding down on it. Soon she was riding my cock, and I could tell that she enjoyed deciding the tempo. She went from just moving her crotch in a circling motion around my dick, to humping it wildly up and down, and as I felt my juices building up I grabbed her hands. Our fingers locked us together as she continued to ride me, and when I felt that climax was near I sat up, with my cock still inside her, so that she fell down on her back in front of me.

'You want to come on me?' she said, as I continued to push in and out of her warm pussy.

'You know I do', I responded with heavy breathing.

I pumped faster and faster until I could hold back no more. I pulled out and grabbed my cock, which was gleaming with juices from her pussy. My whole body jerked as I shot my cum over her stomach. The first shot went all the way up to her head and landed on her left cheek, and as my dick continued to pump, it left a few strains of sperm on her naked tits and stomach. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, and we lay in an embrace for a few minutes, just catching our breaths together.

'Mom?'

That was Paul, again knocking on the door. I jumped up, quickly grabbed my clothes and began to dress. But Mrs. Freemont reached out and halted me, as if she didn't want to risk me making any noise. She held her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet without words. Taking a deep breath, she then called back to Paul outside:

'Yes, Paul, I'm still in here. I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep, that headache really got to me.'

'You've been in here for 45 minutes', Paul continued.'Are you sure you're OK?'

Mrs. Freemont and I looked at each other. 45 minutes? How was I going to explain this to the guys? The same thought must have gone through her mind as well, because she looked a bit worried too. She turned her attention towards Paul again.

'Yes, honey, I'm OK now, I just fell asleep. I'll be down in a few minutes, just let me fix my hair first. You go down and tell the guests, if they've been asking about me.'

'Alright.'

We heard Paul head down the stairs again. I continued to put my clothes on, and Mrs. Freemont sat up on the side of the bed.

'Thank you, John', she said softly. With one of her fingers she wiped the speck of sperm from her check and put it in her mouth. 'You really made my day, you know.'

'Thank you, Mrs. Freemont. It was amazing', I replied as I buckled my belt.

'It sure was', she said as she reached for the bra that was thrown on the bed. As she put it back on, she rubbed the cum on her stomach into her skin, and continued:

'I hope we'll be able to do this again sometime...'

I gave her a smile, and grabbed the key on the dresser. As I opened the door, I gave a final look and just said:

'Happy birthday, Mrs. Freemont.'

Her reply was short:

'Amy.'

I nodded and threw her a kiss. Then I headed back down the stairs. When I came out on the patio, I found the guys waiting there. All the gear was already packed up in the car, and as they saw me Paul almost shouted:

'Where the hell have you been!?'

'The bathroom', I replied, trying to sound calm.

'For almost an hour!?'

Paul's question made sense...

'I waited outside the bathroom down here first, but the line was too long. So I went upside and found another bathroom. Then I had to stay there for a while, there was something in that buffet that didn't really agree with me...'

I was lying my ass off, and the response really wasn't that convincing. Greg and Andy seemed to buy it, but I could tell that Paul wondered where I'd really been. If he had only known... Anyways, Greg, Andy and I got into the car and drove off. I was in the backseat again, cooped up with the same guitar amp as on the way to the party. As we left the driveway, I looked back through the rear window. I saw Paul still standing there, just looking at us as we disappeared in the distance. Behind him, I saw Mrs. Freemont – Amy – come out from the kitchen. Her dress was back on and her hair was put up as it had been earlier. You couldn't see what she had been up to upstairs; that was a secret between me and her. I saw that she followed our car with her eyes before turning back into the crowd of guests. I crossed my fingers and hoped that I would somehow, some day, meet her again. Only time would tell...