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Mrs. Robinson and the Graduates

“Shit! I don’t believe it! That’s Mrs. Robinson!” Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked.
“Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?” I asked.
“Not really. I told you about Karen, didn’t I?” he continued, “this is her mum,” as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right side of being fat.

“Oh! Karen!” I grinned as stories of Greg’s teenage sexual conquests shot through my mind.
“Mrs. Robinson?” Greg asked as he got nearer the woman.
She turned, rather unsteadily on her high heals, and squinted into the sun as her eyes slowly focussed on Greg’s huge frame.
“Greg; Greg Murray? I used to date your daughter…Karen.” He whispered, suddenly unsure of himself.
“Greg?” She thought for a moment; then a huge grin lit up her face, “How could I forget?”

Relieved, my friend took a step nearer. Just as he was about to offer his hand for her to shake, the woman gently took his face in her well manicured fingers and planted a big kiss on his cheeks.
“Oh Greg of course I remember you. My darling daughter was never the same after you left for college. I think you broke the poor girls’ heart!” Mrs. Robinson giggled as she slapped his arm.
If this was the same Karen that Greg had told me I couldn’t imagine her having a broken heart for very long.


Greg shuffled his feet and looked embarrassed.
“What are you doing here?” The woman slurred slightly. It was obvious from her manner and speech that she had been drinking quite heavily.
“We’re looking after my brothers flat while he’s in Germany.” He then motioned to a window above a bakery at the end of the street.
“Oh, Greg darling,” Mrs. Robinson sighed, “be a darling and let me use your toilet. I’ve just had lunch with some old friends and have been waiting so long for a bloody taxi I think I’m going to pee my pants!”
“I suppose so.” Greg looked at me, so I shrugged my shoulders.
“Mmm,” she purred, “and who’s your gorgeous friend?”

I smiled as she ran her long red finger nail down my chest.
“Paul or Bracey. We went to College together and now we work at the Musclerama Gym across the road.” Greg explained as I turned the key in the lock.
“He, he, he,” the woman hissed as she pushed him out of the way and comically hurried up the stairs, her large arse wobbling from side to side, “I’d better hurry, you wouldn’t want me to pee myself; would you? Which one’s the toilet, darling?”

“First left.” I shouted as Mrs. Robinson reached the top stair, giving us a perfect view of her flabby white thighs, stocking tops and black lace knickers under her short black skirt.
“Like mother like daughter!” Greg chuckled as he theatrically grabbed his dick through his shorts.
When we reached the landing I stood outside the toilet door and listened to the noises from within. She hadn’t been exaggerating – it sounded like a waterfall as her piss cascaded into the bowl while the old woman sighed with relief.

Greg knocked on the door and asked if she wanted a coffee while she waited for a taxi.
“I hope you’ve got something stronger than bloody coffee!” Mrs. Robinson called back as the toilet flushed.
“We’ve only got beer,” Greg called from the kitchen.
“That’ll do nicely,” she grinned at me as she sashayed into the living room.
As she flopped beside me on the sofa her enormous breasts nearly bounced out of her dress.
“Oops!” she chuckled as she grabbed them, “nearly had an accident there; didn’t I?”
I smiled in appreciation.

“What would the neighbours think if my titties accidentally fell out right in front of two strapping young men?” Mrs. Robinson was still laughing when Greg handed us both a bottle of beer,
“What’s so funny?” Greg asked as he sat on the arm of the sofa while swigging from his bottle.
“One of my titties nearly popped out of my dress!” she howled again, making them shake as much as before.
“I wish I’d been here to see that!” he smiled and raised his bottle to me.
“You naughty boy!” she chided him as she slapped his leg, “is that all you think about?”

“Sort of!” we both said together, as we stared at her huge breasts. From the shape and movement when she moved, plus her nipples were nearly poking out, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“So this is your little love nest, is it?” She asked as she surveyed the room, “I bet no girl is safe when they come here, are they?”
“We get our share.” Greg grinned and looked at me for conformation. I nodded.
“You haven’t changed? Have you?” Mrs. Robinson laughed as her hand lingered on his muscular thigh, “You always were a horny little sod!”

Greg playfully looked shocked at the accusation.
“Yes you were” she continued, “Don’t think for one moment that didn’t know what you and Karen got up to when she told me you were studying!”
I was now laughing at Greg’s shocked expression – eyes wide open and mouth agape!

As Mrs. Robinson rolled her eyes and pursed her lips she handed me her empty bottle, which presumably meant that she wanted a new full one.
When I returned she had crossed her legs and was showing a lot of thigh above her stocking top which Greg had obviously noticed too.
For a woman her age and size (for God’s sake she was older than my mother) she was starting to look very, very sexy.


Mrs. R was now poking Greg in the chest with a long red finger nail to make a point.
“Don’t think that you were her first,” she slurred, “but from the bloody noises that she made you must have been the bloody biggest!” Her eyes were spinning like a slot machine as she slumped back into the cushion.
As she rocked back the strap of her dress slid down her arm, letting the top of her dress drop at the same time exposing most of the massive mammary including a huge pink nipple.

“Christ, I used to look forward to you coming around to visit (he, he, he),” Mrs. R slurred, her eyes half closed, “Karen would look all bloody innocent when she answered the door, then ten minutes later I would hear you moaning and groaning then the bloody light would start swinging when you shagged her!”
She then ran her fingers across Greg’s dick, “I don’t know what you’ve got in there but it must be some size; the way you made my little girl scream!” (He, he, he!)
Sort of self-conscious Greg chuckled, “I had no idea.