Mommy's away from home!

Recently, I was invited to a party organized by the director of the department of the company where I work, and because it was something irrefutable, I had no choice but to attend. I must emphasize that I am completely opposed to parties and celebrations of any kind, whether in a professional environment or in a family environment, and if in some I attend it is only out of obligation and not for pleasure <unk> in fact, in this particular case, I felt forced, since I have enormous affection for my director and her family. I arrived with my daughter and her boyfriend, since my wife had adamantly refused to attend because she was exhausted and, like me, was not affected by this type of event. I thought it would be another dull and unfunny evening, where events would take place as expected: idle talk, a lot of alcohol, loud sound and no prospect of anything useful. However, to my complete and utter surprise, I caught sight of the arrival of a very interesting woman. She was the mother of a co-worker whom I only knew by sight. And that night she was simply dazzling and very, very attractive. Although she had entered her sixties, her physical appearance denoted a younger woman, whose grace and freshness were very exciting. She had a slender body, with well-defined curves and which fitted perfectly into the black glue dress she had chosen for that evening. Her face was smooth and illuminated by a wide smile on her thin lips and the very discreet makeup had given her an air of unusual youthfulness and grace. My co-worker <unk> whose name was Cristina (fictitious name, of course!) <unk> approached us and after the usual greetings, introduced us to her mother, who said her name was Angelica (fictitious as well). She extended her hand to me and as soon as I touched that soft, warm skin, I felt my dick grow inside my pants, and I was a little puzzled, thinking that maybe the people around me could perceive my excitement out of time. I, for my part, and wanting to avoid further embarrassment, introduced my daughter and her boyfriend, and then invited them to join us at the same table, an invitation that was immediately accepted by both of them, with a certain eager anticipation on the part of Angelica. That prompt acceptance by my mother left me curious, insofar as she had been receptive to the gesture she had made and insofar as I was receptive to the look that was implied by the gesture and the interest. Really, the evening had improved a lot! I couldn't help but stare at Angelica and every time that happened, I had the distinct feeling that she was doing the same thing, just avoiding our eyes from crossing each other causing a certain amount of uneasiness. Anyway, I had completely lost the will to stay only as long as necessary to comply with the protocol, because the more time I could enjoy the delightful and stimulating sight of that woman, the better. I kept thinking of a way to be able to make an appointment with her for another day, even at the risk of hearing an annoying <unk> passaque<unk>, and I would set about devising a way to talk to her alone, even if I was in the middle of a party! At one point, I felt like smoking and told my daughter that I would go to the outer area of the hall where there was a smoking area. Curiously, the place was very close to the bathrooms, which were located on a very discreet small side roof, and to my complete surprise, I saw when Angelica, coming out of the access corridor, headed to the women's toilet. I also saw that she looked at me sneakingly, it was something very discreet, but it still ignited my desire once again. I smoked my cigarette and stood there, with my cock, waiting for Angelica to come out of the bathroom. To tell the truth, I stood there, but I didn't know what to expect, much less what to do or say. I couldn't just walk up to her and say that I thought she was a hard-on and a woman and that I was crazy to fuck her! No! That wasn't going to work (by the way, as Captain Birth of the Elite Squad theory says, that was going to suck!). But still, I stood there, waiting ... waiting ... and waiting ... When I was about to give up, Angelica came out of the bathroom and headed for the living room. I stood there, inert like an idiot, not knowing what to do or what to say. The opportunity was slipping out of my hands and I was still the idiot of the hour. Suddenly, Angelica stopped walking and looking to my side stared into my eyes and smiled at me (!). With the discretion of a mature woman, she walked relaxed towards me and I found myself the luckiest guy in the world. Angelica approached me and commented that she did not know that I was a smoker, to which I replied that it was a minor addiction, but necessary, since I did not drink or gamble. We stood there talking, while my mind worked out a series of strategies to create a "climate" to get over that hottie. Suddenly, other people came from the living room, some to use the bathroom and others to smoke, and I saw my golden opportunity go down the drain. Angelica looked to the sides and half whispered that we should go back to the party. I don't know exactly how to explain what I felt at that moment, but something inside me said that she was sad because we were interrupted in our casual conversation. Who knows, she wanted something more! And so I decided to be as bold as possible, ... or it was all or nothing! As she turned towards the corridor leading to the banquet hall, I took her arm with one hand holding her gently. The warmth of her skin seemed to generate an electric shock in my body, as I felt a shiver running down my spine, while my cock became more erect. It was a high school, teenage thing waiting for her first experience with the opposite sex and for a moment I thought I was too old to feel that ... Ah! Her first glance was a mixture of surprise and astonishment, and that was followed by an air of hesitation, making my blood freeze and my sphincter contract painfully. However, the surprise was much greater than expected, but in the opposite direction. Angelica smiled at me and nodded affirmatively with her head. Immediately, I took out my mobile phone and asked her to tell me the number. Angelica did better; she took the phone from my hand and typed the number making a call soon after. <unk>So, I get her number too<unk>; that sweet voice saying that caused me an excitement that made my dick push my pants hard almost surprised at the idea that someone (Angelica, for that matter) could understand. In a very elegant way, she handed me back my cell phone and walked away towards the party hall. I wanted to jump for joy and scream like a madman, but common sense robbed me of this idiosyncrasy, since I was in an environment of known people. The rest of the party, at least for me, passed in an indifferent way, since my goal had been achieved. After saying goodbye to the host and his family, I returned home alone in my car, since my daughter was with her boyfriend who was also driving. On the way I was listening to loud music (I said music, really!) and thinking about Angelica and the immense desire to see that naked woman on the bed waiting to be fucked with great desire by an opportunistic male. The next day, I praised Cristina for her mother's beauty, but I did not miss the opportunity to tell her how beautiful and attractive Angelica was, with which Cristina fully agreed. And after that the matter went into a whirlwind. As the days passed, Angelica became just a delightful image in my memory as well as in my sessions of solitary pleasure (although this is not relevant, I regularly masturbate twice a day), and the possibility that she would call me remained in the same past as my intention to call her, since the courage was insufficient. One day, I had to go to a mall that I don't regularly go to, and looking through some shop windows, after acquiring the item that had brought me to that place, I was pleasantly surprised to glimpse Angelica distractedly walking down the same corridor where I was. Without wasting any time, I approached her and took the opportunity to kiss that soft, velvety face. She was also very surprised and even made fun of me by saying that she was still waiting for my call. I shrugged and replied that I was clumsy, because she was a married woman, after all. She replied that I was too and that if there was any inconvenience, it would be in my relationship with my wife. We left our exchange of subtleties, and then I invited her for coffee, which she readily accepted. We sat at a table in a small cafe and ordered our drinks as we talked about Cristina and our work. I discovered that Angelica was the executive secretary of a dental convention and that she frequented that place because of its proximity to the office where she practiced her activities. Suddenly, I felt Angelica's foot touch the back of my leg, causing a shock that almost made me jump in my chair, while my dick stiffened in response to the call. "It's now or never!" I thought to myself, leaning over the table and hinting that she wanted to say something to me with that gesture. Angelica stood so close to me that I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, and after another naughty smile, said: "What do you think?" I replied that I thought she was in the same mood as me... Angelica made a serious face and then smiled again, replying: "Will of what?" That was the magic phrase, the key that opened the lock of stupidity, for I hesitated without saying that it was will to climb! There was one or two seconds of grave silence, followed by a cocky smile. "When?" she asked bluntly. I looked closely at her to see if she was wearing any kind of work clothes, seeing that Angelica was wearing casual clothes, something that signaled the possibility of an <unk>agora<unk>. And that's what I said, leaving her a little flushed, but urging her to get out of her cell phone and make a call. I was on my way to the office, where someone answered and she said without much explanation that she wouldn't be coming back that afternoon (!). I paid the cafeteria bill, and I took Angelica by the arm and walked towards the parking lot where we got out as quickly as possible. As I drove, feeling her hand resting on my thigh, I mapped the area and suddenly I remembered a very discreet hotel that was in the vicinity, heading for it without wasting any time. When we arrived, Angelica was a little hesitant to get out of the car and walk with me to the reception, but I, acting like a gentleman, jumped out of the car and went until she opened the door and extended one of her hands to her. Angelica smiled and regained confidence in what was about to happen. We identified ourselves at the reception and asked for a colonial-style room (even though we didn't know if that type of accommodation still existed). The receptionist smiled and handed me a key saying that the room was on the fourth floor and that if we wanted, we could use the private elevator. It didn't take long to figure out why the "private" was there. It was a tiny cubicle and all squared with mirrors. As soon as the door closed, I grabbed Angelica by the waist and kissed her with the suspense of a teenager about to take her first climb (there's something better!). Angelica also hugged me and one of her hands squeezed my buttocks pushing my pelvis towards her belly, allowing her to feel the "volume" pulsing madly, wanting to jump out of her pants. Angelica touched my groin feeling the dimensions of my roll while we were still kissing with our tongues intertwined in a cauldron of hot saliva. As soon as we entered the room and I closed the door, Angelica came over to me, defying my belt and unzipping my pants. Soon after, she pulled my panties looking for the roll and as soon as she found it began massaging it vigorously <unk> I was almost masturbating <unk> squeezing it again. I felt that delicious body over the clothes she was wearing and as soon as I realized that the erection was unbearably out of control, I pushed her back so that I could get rid of the blouse and skirt she was wearing. The sight was the purest male delight. Angelica's brown skin was enhanced by the white lingerie, composed of half-cup bra and delta panty. I was enraptured by that body of thin waist, proportionally large butt and medium breasts that still exhibited an unusual firmness. I finished undressing, ordering her to stay with the lingerie, because I wanted to savor that idyllic vision of paradise. I looked at her and literally ate with my eyes, almost bordering on animal saliva. Angelica, who could not stand it anymore, approached me and knelt taking my roll, first between her hands and then guiding it to her lips that walked through it until they swallowed it whole. The dexterity of that woman was something surprising and I was grateful to find a fucking partner who knew exactly what to do. I stroked her short, voluminous hair without demanding or forcing anything, as she made it clear that she knew very well how to drive a man crazy with a good pacifier. We stayed like this for a while, and I was surprised at my control, because oral sex is not one of the things I enjoy most in sex <unk> except when I do it on my partner <unk> but that Angelica had raised to a level previously unknown to me. She swallowed and spat the roll whole, leaving it licked with her saliva and at certain moments, she left only the gland swollen between her lips simulating a toothless bite that made me groan and howl like a full-blown animal. Stunned by that mature woman sucking my cock, I savored the moment until I couldn't resist and asked if I could do the same to her. Angelica let go of my cock and looked at me deeply, saying that no man had ever made such a request (!). Alas, I didn't beg; I gently lifted her up and made her lie down on the huge colonial bed of maple wood, and with the gentleness of a gentleman, I opened her legs, dipping my head between them. Initially, I enjoyed the sight of that little bundle of hair whose lips glistened from the moisture that leaked from within her. I smelled her like an expert, feeling that sweet scent of a woman's aroused liquid that utterly denounced her enormous desire to be possessed by a male. At first, I licked the little lips with the care of one who wants to taste a tasty sweet, but it was not long before I found the slightly swollen clitoris that pulsated calling my tongue to itself. I gently licked that little instrument of desire and then I placed it between my lips sucking it with a certain intensity causing spasms in Angelica's body which, in turn, groaned madly twisting every time I sucked her clitoris and asking me not to stop (and I had no intention in this sense!). I sucked that little piece of flesh that even felt a cascade of bodily fluids leaking from that little drop towards my mouth that gently glossed that sweet taste. Angelica had enjoyed so much and so many times in my mouth that her breath was panting and her body was spasming against each wave of pleasure provoked by it. I climbed on top of her to suckle those firm breasts whose haloes were erect with hardened nipples clamoring for a man's mouth and tongue. I sucked with the tara of a male longing for a female breast to appease his hunger and without losing the rhythm, I positioned my cock over the groin while with delicate gestures of my knees I separated Angelica's legs, indicating that I wanted to penetrate her at once. And the climax happened! I felt my itch literally slide into that vagina whose moisture functioned as the best lubricant. I began to stock that sketch with long, rhythmic movements, delighting in the pleasure of owning that exuberant female, full of the freshness of mature women. Angelica corresponded to my advances by playing her pelvis against mine, and this movement gave us immense pleasure and expanded the limits of the erection. It was a climb of hours, and even with our sweaty bodies, soaking the bed sheets and causing them to cling to our skin, we still persisted in the immortal fuck that satisfied us with body and soul. Angelica enjoyed, not once or twice, but that so many times I had lost count ... and she still asked for more, saying that it had been a long time since she had been fucked by such a skilful and kind male (I do not forget to praise them to this day!). I shouted to her that the orgasm was approaching, and asked if I could fill her with my semen... Angelica replied that if she wanted I could, but that she would love it if I licked her with my hot, tasty fuck (her words!). Obediently, I pulled the dick out and after a brief manual stimulation, I let the ejaculation happen, projecting jets that hit my partner's belly and even her face. I wanted to apologize to her, but before I could do so, I was surprised by the gesture of Angelica who passed her hands over her body and then took her fingers moistened to her mouth, eagerly sucking the remains of semen that remained in her hands. That sight made such an impact on me that I never forgot it ... after all, no woman had ever asked to be licked with my semen, much less sipped that liquid like someone tasting a delicious creamy sweet (pardon the infamous pun!). I lay next to her and was immediately embraced by one of her arms and felt the warm, sweet scent of her breath on my neck. I told her how much I had enjoyed climbing with her, and Angelica teased that I should say this to everyone I slept with. And she laughed even more when I told her that she had been different (actually, special), including the fact that she was the mother of my coworker. I embraced her firmly feeling how good it was to have a woman in my arms (I don't know anything better) and continued to talk to her, knowing her tastes and preferences. I avoided at all costs talking about husband (her), wife (my) or daughter (her), limiting myself only to her as a person. There was a moment when Angelica told me that no man had ever spoken to her about herself - not even her husband - and that my attitude had captivated her even more. We enjoyed a little nap, as the afternoon dragged on and, it seemed, neither of us wanted to leave. We requested the courtesy of the afternoon snack and sipped on a typical hunger of those who had consumed too much energy, although I still imagined recovering my "vitality" for a second. I sat in a leather armchair that stood in front of the bed where Angelica had lain on her side to observe me and smoked a cigarette with an unusual calm. When I finished I looked at her who smiled and told me that she thought men who smoked were very sexy. She smiled back in gratitude for the compliment, feeling that my roll gave clear signs that she was preparing for a new round (!). I got up and walked to the bed. As soon as I approached Angelica, she touched the spike with her feet. It was a delightful and stimulating sensation, since the roller immediately got into position. Angelica looked at her with an expression mixed with surprise and naivety. I nodded in the affirmative, while allowing her feet to feel the full extent of the hard roll. And when Angelica turned her back to me, the sight of that provocative ass caused me a different disturbance. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me forcing her to lie on all fours on the bed. Angelica obeyed without any resistance, to then look over one of the shoulders and smile maliciously. - I know what you want, you little bastard... you want to eat my ass, don't you? I didn't answer <unk> by the way, nor was I able to <unk> the sight of that ass drove me crazy and without wasting any time, I grabbed my partner's firm buttocks letting the valley between them reveal the hidden treasure. But before anything could happen, Angelica looked at me again with a serious look. Wait a minute, you freak... let me lubricate this pike with my mouth! <unk> Saying this, Angelica, remaining on all fours turned her face towards the hard roll and sucked it with mastery, taking care to leave it well licked with her saliva. The next moment, my partner was again with her back to me, and without wasting any more time, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the side, forcing her buttocks slightly apart, looked at her little ring, and with a careful and precise stroke, tightened my swollen glans that had come in at once. Angelica groaned, wanting to scream, but she preferred to do so by sticking her face into the pillow and suppressing any unwanted sound. I held my position without backing or advancing, letting her anus get used to the "invader". After a few minutes I persisted in the anal introduction, and with increasingly intense movements, I advanced until the entire thick cock was inside the female's little hole. Angelica wanted to scream, but still preferred to do it with her face in the pillow. With one hand, I searched for her cricket and as soon as I found it, I began to massage it affectionately, causing spasms in the body of my partner, who for a few crucial moments had forgotten the pain of anal penetration, delighting in the magic of my fingers. Gradually, Angelica's screams and moans were replaced by expressions of desire and pleasure, ... she was adoring my clitoral massages and under her influence, she enjoyed once or twice, shamelessly announcing this result. It was at this point that I began to stock up on that little dominated ring, and with every movement back and forth, Angelica would roll her ass around, saying that she was loving being raved about by my dick, and as my movements intensified, Angelica would roll back and forth, and from time to time, her sphincter would contract, causing what appeared to be a toothless bite on my dick, the vibration of which would cause me to experience lustful, intense spasms. We continued in that anal fuck for so long that to this day I am not able to remember, except for the twilight that had advanced through the room evidencing that the afternoon was being defeated by the beginning of the night. Angelica teased so many times that she had already lost count and still asked me to continue fucking her ass without stopping ... she said that this was the first time <unk> and maybe the last <unk> and that she wished it to be unforgettable. The excitement of that mature and hot woman further stimulated my potency, and in this way I spent the longest and most powerful stoke, making my roll almost all out and inserting it without any reverence. Angelica moaned so much that she seemed to be out of it, saying that she wanted my dick inside her ass forever and thanking me for meeting me at the party, because that's how, according to her, she got a male to fuck her from behind (!). I cowered like a satyr until I felt that my body no longer had even a drop of vitality, at the same time that my insides warned that an orgasm was coming. I still tried to resist bravely, but the weight of age and the intense effort took their toll, so that after a few more quite vigorous movements that made my partner want to scream, sticking her face into the pillow, I told her, in a gasping voice, that I was about to have another orgasm. Angelica felt rejuvenated by my late vigor, and in response, she began to move her pelvis against my belly triggering a combination of fully synchronized back-and-forth movements like I'd never had before with a female. She moved with elegance and grace making her butt grow before my hungry eyes and stimulating my libido to the point where, without any resistance, I shouted to her that I was going to have fun at the very moment I felt the first sphincter contraction making my cock stiffer and dilated. With an impressive agility, Angelica pushed me back with her body, causing the roll to come out of her, and the next moment she had the hard, pulsating dick in one of her hands, massaging it hard until she felt the first jet of sperm projecting towards her face. I grunted like an animal in full heat and could hardly believe it when she shoved the mast into her mouth, tickling it and receiving the load of semen that was coming out of my bowels. As I delightedly enjoyed the support of the female's mouth, I felt my body contract in prolonged spasms that made my legs pant and my knees tremble. I stroked her hair and when it was all over I was still surprised by the initiative of Angelica who, standing up, stood in front of me, displaying her half-open mouth full of shit that she swallowed gently like someone who sips something very tasty. We kissed and hugged each other affectionately, feeling the warmth and sweat of our weakened bodies as the interior of the room was taken over by the heavy twilight of the early evening. We stayed like this for a few minutes, until, unable to resist the call of our bodies, we collapsed on the bed, side by side, embraced and happy. I confess that at that moment, my greatest desire was to give a refreshing nap, especially feeling that soft and warm body by my side. But for the sake of both of us, I looked Angelica in the eyes and told her that it was late and that we had to leave. She smiled softly and without saying a word, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I couldn't resist the urge to follow her, and as I sat on the toilet, I admired this graceful, stout woman bathing quietly. She soon noticed my greedy gaze, and taking advantage of the transparency of the boxing glass, soaped and rinsed her body with languid and sensual movements, looking at me with a provocative and malicious air. We went back to the room, and as we were getting dressed, I noticed that Angelica was looking at me with a certain look of concern. -I don't know if you liked me, but I must confess that I loved this afternoon with you ... will we have others? <unk> Her voice sounded hesitant like someone who asked the question preferring never to hear the answer. -I did not love no! <unk> I answered with a serious and hissy look, to then complete -I was ecstatic with you and if it depends on me, we will have many other times ... preferably, one a week! -Then... shall I be your mistress? - she replied also with a rehearsed serious air. -I don't know, I think I'm the one who'll be your lover! <unk> I replied, then we fell into a hearty laugh. We laughed like two teenagers and after a few more warm and stimulating kisses, we left. I left her where we had met and went home feeling like the luckiest guy in the world ... after all, I had slept with my friend's mother and had also won a lover who in the next meetings, proved to be a person available and always open to new experiences. Finally, I tell you that there is nothing better in the world than a mature trance fruit of the naturalness of fate, because after the first time, the next ones will always be much better!