His best mate’s mum

His best mate’s mum

Seventeen is a difficult age. Josh was horny 24/7, but hopeless with girls. He wasn’t a spotty-faced geek; in fact, he played rugby for the college. He was fit, strong and healthy, and his older sister’s mates thought he was quite good-looking, in a ‘cute’ kind of way. He hated that word. For whatever reason, he just lacked confidence with girls. He went bright red and couldn’t think of anything to say whenever he got near a girl he fancied. Being a virgin was the pits.

He’d heard the other guys going on about all the girls they’d shagged, and reckoned at least some of them must be making it up, but not all of them. He just didn’t know how to chat up a girl and get her into bed.

At least his best mate, Deano, was rubbish with girls too. They hung out all the time, except when Deano went fishing with his dad, which was a couple of weekends a month. He got on okay with Deano’s dad, but his mum, Angie – wow! She was a real milf – hotter than a lot of the ones you see on websites. It was weird admitting that his best mate’s mum qualified as a ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’, but it was true, at least as far as Josh was concerned. She was thirty-six and really pretty, with long blond hair and a curvaceous body; nice tits and a tight arse. She did salsa, zumba and cardio classes to keep fit and it worked. Josh obviously hadn’t told Deano that he fancied his mum because he’d freak out, and he was at Deano’s house quite a lot, so he got to see Angie a lot, too. He wasn’t about to spoil that.

He first felt horny looking at Angie when he was about fourteen. Their back garden met the side of Josh’s, round behind the garage. He would stand at the fence talking to Deano during the summer holidays when his mum would come outside in a skimpy bikini and sunbathe where Josh could see her. He was sure she wasn’t doing it to deliberately make a fourteen-year-old boy feel horny, but that was the effect she had on him anyway.

Deano’s dad kept a stash of porno mags in the garage until Angie found them, and Deano used to lend them to Josh. They would often talk about which girls they’d wanked off to in bed and what they’d like to do with them. Josh had never told Deano that he fantasised about Angie more than any of the girls in the mags. He’d kill him!

This summer break from college was one of the hottest on record. Deano and Josh spent quite a bit of time sunbathing in Deano’s back garden, and Angie joined them on many occasions. She was really nice and friendly, and Josh wasn’t complaining, but it was really difficult not to stare, and even more difficult trying not to get a hard-on in front of her when he was supposed to be talking to Deano.

Deano went fishing with his dad early one Saturday morning, leaving Josh at a loose end. That’s how he found himself mowing the back lawn for Angie. He saw her struggling with it, and he had done the gentlemanly thing and offer to do it for her.

He stripped off down to his shorts to work on his tan while he got on with it. He hated gardening, and would never cut the grass at home, but this was for Angie.

Even though it was still quite early the sun was hot, and he had started to sweat by the time he’d finished. Angie was in the kitchen and beckoned him to go inside. She had a large glass of lemonade with lots of ice waiting for him.

“Thank you so much for doing the garden for me”. She smiled at him and his brain melted. “Sit here and cool down for a bit.” She patted the stool next to hers at the breakfast bar. Then she picked up a towel and rubbed his face and back, making him feel about six.

“You’re all sweaty” she said. “Why don’t you nip upstairs for a quick shower? There are plenty of towels in the bathroom. I’m just going to change into my bikini and sunbathe for a bit. Come and join me when you’re done.” Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Josh drained his lemonade like a pro and followed her upstairs a few seconds later, thinking that if he walked into her bedroom right now he would probably catch her naked. He would take her in his arms and kiss her, and then they’d fall onto the bed and spend the rest of the day having sex.

He went straight into the bathroom, locked the door and turned on the shower.

A short while later he joined Angie in the garden. She was lying on one of two sun-loungers positioned side by side, facing the sun, but sheltered from the view of neighbours by her garage on one side and the six-foot high hedge on the other. The fence at the bottom of the garden was only four-foot high, but it backed onto Josh’s garden. His parents were away for the day. It was a totally private spot.

They were alone, and Angie looked stunning, lying there in her skimpy red bikini with her eyes closed. She was already a lovely shade of golden brown, and her skin glistened with suntan lotion. He couldn’t help wondering if her skin was still milky white beneath her bikini. His cock asked itself the same question, so he laid down on his front immediately and began thinking very hard about how Deano’s fishing trip might be going.

A little later, he was laid on his back again, looking at her tits when she opened her eyes and caught him. He quickly looked away, and she didn’t say anything. Instead she reached down to her left and passed him another glass. It looked like it contained lager. It wasn’t even eleven in the morning. Then she picked up a glass of her own. “I forgot; I’d got this for you. Sorry about the lemonade earlier. I keep forgetting you’re a man now,” she said with that brain-melting smile.

He said nothing, because he couldn’t think of anything to say, and took a long drink. She was still looking at him. “You’re more mature than Dean, aren’t you? He would never mow the lawn for me.”

“I wouldn’t do it at home, either” he replied without thinking, and she laughed.

“Perhaps not” she said. He blushed, and mentally kicked himself.

They went back to sunbathing in silence. A few minutes later she sat up. “Time to work on my back, I think; would you do the honours?”

He opened his eyes and saw that she was holding a bottle of suntan lotion out for him. He sat up and took it. She turned so that she was sat with her back to him. She took two bands from her wrist, tying her hair in loose bunches and pulling them forward over her shoulders so that he wouldn’t get lotion on them. He hesitated. She reached up and undid the thin red string behind her neck. He squirted lotion into one hand, squeezing too hard and getting too much. He hesitated again. She waited patiently. He rubbed his palms together to spread the lotion and tentatively put his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t react. He slowly began moving, spreading the lotion across her shoulders and down her back, rubbing gently in circles. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and warm. Massaging her was turning him on.

As he reached her bikini strap she told him to pull it away from her and get his fingers underneath it so he didn’t miss anywhere. He was very careful not to go too far around the sides, and then worked his way down her lower back. When he got to her waistband, she said the same again; that he should put his fingers inside a little, so he didn’t leave anywhere uncovered. She must have been able to feel his hands shaking as his fingertips skimmed lightly across the crease at the top of her bum, and his heart was thumping so hard he could almost see it jumping out of his chest.

When he stopped she laid down on her front and asked him to do it again in case he’d missed anywhere. He realised he’d stopped breathing at some point and was holding his breathe. He let it out a little more loudly than he would have liked and started again. She was facing away from him, so he didn’t feel too embarrassed and was really starting to enjoy it. He got off his lounger and knelt down beside her, so he didn’t have to reach over too far.

“Unhook my strap, please.