This is the first story I have written. It is fiction, unlike other authors who will try and kid you that their tale is true. I hope you'll forgive me if this one is a bit of a slow burner. I often find that the build up to a sexual experience is as exciting as the experience itself. Stick with it and there is 'action' before the end of this episode, and the next episodes will get to the 'action' quicker, I promise. I hope you enjoy my story and feedback would be great.
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Andy had just finished the second year of his Sports Science degree at College. While he wasn't muscle bound, all the work he put in training and at the gym gave him a fine physique. He was putting that to good use during the summer break by doing gardening work. He hadn't been able to get a regular job during the Easter holidays and friends and relatives had helped out by suggesting he do garden maintenance for them. As often happens he was recommended to other people and gradually he was picking up more work. He was now doing the equivalent of about three days a week, and that was about right as far as he was concerned as it gave him plenty of time to relax and loaf around.
Relaxing is probably not the best way of putting it. He spent long periods in his bedroom, fantasizing about what he would do to his College girlfriend who lived at the other end of the country. He also spent plenty of time surfing for porn on the net. Either way, he was giving his prick a good workout by wanking, generally two or three times a day. He had become quite expert at sniffing out videos on the net that fitted his fantasies. Gradually he had developed a taste for watching videos of mature women in their 40's and 50's getting fucked, and if they were wearing kinky underwear so much the better. The minimum requirements were stockings and suspenders with high heeled shoes..
Even the thought of seeing an older lady dressed like that made his cock twitch and he had even begun to check out the women when shopping in town. The more attractive ones, those wearing a dress or skirt he would fantasize about. imagining what they were wearing underneath. In his mind's eye he saw a wonderful view of an exposed pussy framed by a garter belt, the suspenders and stockings.
The images in his mind would often start with the pussy being engulfed in a mass of curly pubic hair, but rapidly the vision would change to his favourite image where the pussy was clean shaven and the lips were distended by age and overuse so that they hung down, providing an exciting prospect for him to suckle on and nibble. He would then imagine his tongue sliding up between those gorgeous flaps to toy with the lady's clit, swirling his tongue around it in circles and flicking at the button. This he imagined would cause the old dame's juices to flow for him to lap upon, giving him the impetus to delve further up her love tunnel, flicking in and out, mirroring the thrusts of a good stiff cock.
He was in the process of daydreaming such a scene, his cock twitching and rising to attention, when he vaguely heard his mother calling him from downstairs. That was one of the problems of living at home -- the loss of privacy and ability to do just what you want, when you want.
The summer temperatures were pretty high, and even if the sun wasn't out he preferred to wear as little to cover his body as possible. So he was wearing a fitted singlet that clung to his abs allowing his relatively muscular physique to be seen. The singlet finished just above the top of his denim shorts, which he had cropped from an old pair of jeans. They we equally tight fitting, but that was good as it helped to prevent him getting caught up in bushes when he was pushing his way through shrub borders when gardening. His outfit was completed by a sturdy pair of suedette finished boots that extended above his ankles.
After a pause, in which he attempted to move his cock into a position where it wasn't too obvious, he ran down stairs to answer his mother's call. That was a mistake. His cock slipped from its 'concealed' position set vertically behind the zip front of his shorts and slid down over his left thigh. It was a good job he had not been fully erect or his helmet might well have pushed itself out of the leg of his skimpy shorts. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he met his mother who was coming to call him again. They met while he was still three or four treads from the bottom of the stairs., so her face was more or less level with his cock. As he carried on down to the floor level he noticed his mother staring at the bulge in his shorts with a slight smile on her face. Her eyes were clearly devouring the scene, and she even started to run her tongue around her lipstick coated lips. All this was momentary before his mum seemed to recover herself and moved away into the kitchen.
She started to talk to him over her shoulder but Andy wasn't paying too much attention -- he was admiring the rear view of his mother. She was dressed ready to go off to work at a local bank, and was wearing a grey hounds-tooth check pencil skirt that reached down to several inches below the knee. The skirt followed the lines of her hips and was cut to be fitted over her thighs and legs. He noticed that the skirt had a slit up the back to above the knee line that helped her walk easier in the fitted garment. As she walked her hips swayed in that arousing fashion that happens when a woman is wearing high heels, and the heels of the black court shoes she was wearing were certainly higher and more slender than was practical for a day in the bank where much of her time was spent on her feet. Her legs were encased in sheer black tights. He assumed they were tights, but he couldn't be sure. On her upper body she wore a silky white shirt together with a wide black patent belt.
Andy watched closely as she walked into the kitchen. The heels caused her hips to sway in a most sexy and suggestive manner, the sexiness was heightened by the 'clack -- clack' of her heels on the floor tiles, combined with the 'swish' as her hosiery rubbed against the lining of the skirt. Andy new it was wrong, but he couldn't help getting turned on and his cock took another jump as it became harder still.
In the kitchen his mother turned to face him and Andy was treated to a full frontal view. The silky shirt was quite fitted and clung to his mothers curves, becoming a little more tight over the swelling of her breasts. She had undone the top couple of buttons to show a good deal of cleavage. But for whose benefit? -- not for his surely? His mother's tits looked pretty full, but then she was obviously wearing a push up bra as her boobs were pushed together creating a deep cleavage. She looked fabulous -- for a woman of 45 she had a great figure which Andy fully appreciated.
Her outfit was stylish and sexy, causing Andy's cock to twitch and try to rise further up in his shorts, but it had difficulty doing so because his shorts were pretty tight. As a result he was becoming a little uncomfortable, to the extent that he had to turn away and go into the hall. There he pushed his hand into his slip briefs and adjusted the position of his knob, to make it more comfortable. Touching his cock was not the best idea and he struggled to resist the temptation to give it a couple of strokes. He got it back into the vertical position where unfortunately it caused his zipper to bulge out, If he became any harder he was sure his helmet would start to try to escape above the waistband.
When he returned to the kitchen his mother obviously caught sight of his bulging shorts, as she stared momentarily, and a half smile crossed her lips again. But she immediately composed herself and began to tell Andy what she'd like him to do.
"I've been clearing out your fathers wardrobe and sorted out a couple of bags of stuff your Gran can have for her church bazaar on Saturday. It's been three years now since Dad died and keeping his clothes in the wardrobe isn't going to bring him back, much as I'd like it to. In fact I've been thinking lately that I should be getting my life back on track, I've got plenty of years left yet and don't want to end up old and lonely."
