Monday morning, back at work, I was wading through the pile of paperwork from the weekend, when I heard a soft tapping on the door frame of my office.
It was Donna. "Hi. You have a good weekend with your son?" she asked
"Yes." I replied, "I always have a great time with him."
"Good, I'm glad" she said.
I noticed the sad look on her face, probably remembering the death of her own son, three years previously.
"Um. Ah...you want to come over for dinner tonight?"
I looked up with a smile. "Just dinner?"
She blushed. A divorced woman, who'd had two children, blushing at my somewhat suggestive question.
"Well. We'll have to see what Debra is doing, but...well...we'll see" She was blushing like crazy. I loved it.
After work, I went home, showered, put on fresh clothing, and headed over to Donna's. The door was opened by her 16-year-old daughter, Debra. "Hi Al. How ya doing?" She smiled up at me. She had a huge smile on her face. She was beautiful. Even better than her mother, not that I'd mention it.
As I entered, Donna was just coming out of the bathroom, obviously having just showered. "Hold on I'll be right with you."
In what had to be a record for any woman, she was out of her bedroom in 6 or 7 minutes, looking quite spectacular. Not as much make up as usual, not that she needed, or I wanted it, and had a short, tight fitting skirt, and white blouse on.
After dinner we sat on the couch, did some idle chit chat, and watched the boob tube. Debra sat in her room doing homework.
A bit after nine, Debra exited her bedroom, went to the bathroom, and shortly came back, saying good night, went into her room, closing the door.
Donna was on me in a heartbeat. I never saw her coming. One moment we're saying good nigh to her daughter, the next instant, I have 99 pounds of sexy woman plastered on top of me, a tongue heading buried in my mouth, and a small hand caressing my quickly growing cock.
I didn't object.
As she checked out my tonsils and ground herself against me, I wrapped one arm around her upper back, the other I caressed her magnificent ass. I briefly thought, yet again, how did I manage to get his smoking hot lady to want me so much?
As we tongue wrestled, I slid my hand up under her skirt, feeling her stockings, until I touched bare skin on her upper thigh. I had briefly noted, I suppose, on our earlier liaisons, that she wore thigh top, not panty hose. I loathed panty hose. Invention of the devil.
My fingertips brushed the crotch of her panties, which were soaking wet. I touched her, making her wiggle against me.
"Let's go in my bedroom." She said.
I helped her up off me, and we went into her bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I whispered "Are you sure this is alright? I don't want to upset your daughter..."
Donna plastered her mouth against mine. "SHhhsh. Don't worry about it, we'll be quiet"
Remembering our previous couplings, how she moaned and screeched, I wasn't so sure, but...Damn she was hot, and I was horny, she was willing...sooo