My Friend’s 43y/o kinky Mother (Fixed Formatting)

This is my first ever story. Thus, I am no professional at this. However, I intend to write a hot story that is as good as the best. Unlike the majority of stories on here however, this one is actually true and happened to me when I was 19 years old in the 1990s – enjoy.



My name is Arthur and my best mate, back then, was Mike. We met in the early years of high school and became best friends. Often, we would have sleep-overs at each other’s house. Our friendship continued after leaving school at 16, and we got jobs working in the same factory.

Every Friday, from age 18 on, we would ‘clock off’ from the factory and get ready to hit the town’s nightlife. (In the UK, back then, you had to be 18 to go to night clubs and bars.) Payday was like Christmas every week for us young men still living with our parents. Neither of us were tied down in a relationship, so we would prowl for pussy in the nightclubs, seeking the young ladies out prowling for cock. Like human fishing, really, both genders just going out to ‘get laid’. (But, deep down, really, to find a partner to settle down with, which is just what Mike did when he was 20)

On one such Friday, when I was 19, I turned up, as usual, at Mike’s house in the early evening. His mum answered the door and greeted me with her usual, “Hi Arthur. Come in, Mike’s in his room. How’s your mum?”


Now, let me describe Mike’s mum. Her name is Elizabeth, but she’s known as Liz. Liz is a bespectacled 43 year old lady who worked full time as a cleaner and had been divorced from Mike’s dad for some years. She was a little on the plump side, especially her tits, ass, and thighs. Her tits, I’d guess were around an E cup. Her big round ass looked divine when she wore tight jeans or leggings. As I would later discover, she had a little bit of sagging in her breasts, but not much really, not more than you would expect from the average lady of her age – In fact, I’d say she was in better shape than most her age. She was around 5″7 with mousey brown hair that was going grey and always had her hair up in a ponytail.

She never wore make-up and always dressed in plain, unflattering clothes that did not show her figure except for the tight jeans and leggings she wore on occasion. Her eyes were beautiful and wide, her face was pretty although she did have a few light wrinkles around her mouth. She, also, had big teeth that tended to overlap her bottom lip when she closed her mouth. People used to joke, calling her “Fredrica Mercury” because of her big teeth. On this particular day, she wore leggings and a thick woolly jumper (or sweater as it’s more commonly known to US readers) that was long and covered her ass, much to my disappointment. (Well, it was winter, after all.) Under her jumper, she had on a white polo shirt with the collars of the polo shirt folded over the neck of her jumper.

Apart from my reaction to the occasional view of her ass, I never thought of her in a sexual way, whatsoever. She was more like a mother figure, she treated me like I was Mike’s brother, cooked for me, and let me sleep over almost every weekend.

Later that evening, Mike and I were in one of the busiest bars in town, chatting away, when he suddenly said, “Hey, I know someone who fancies you,” as he winked at me.

“Who?” I demanded. “Ahh, not telling.” he said, annoyingly, with a cheesy grin on his face.

Mike was my best mate, but he was a damn prick sometimes.

Later, after the consumption of a ‘behaviour-altering’ amount of alcohol, Mike said, laughing, “My mum said she fancies you, even your ginger hair, she said her heart thumps whenever you come round to our house.”

“Jeeesus, Mike!” I quipped. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Nope. We had a heart to heart discussion last night, though usually she never discusses anything like that with me. To be honest, mate, I think she only told me because she secretly wants me to tell you, you know how shy and proper my mum is. She would never tell you how she truly felt.”

“Cool, I’m gonna fuck her brains out tonight.” I jokingly said.

“Fuck off, Arthur, don’t even joke about shit like that!”

“Relax man, I’m kidding, I wouldn’t dare, I have never thought of your mum in that way,” I assured him.

The night turned out to be unsuccessful, yet again, in terms of trying to get laid out on the town. We got back to Mike’s house sometime after midnight and sat on his sofa with a coffee and a cigarette, chilling out before he headed to his room and me to the spare room.

Mike whispered “Hey, not a word to my mum about what I told you.”
“No worries, dude,” I said, “I’m still shocked as hell about it.”

Mike spotted a video cassette next to the VCR with the words ‘Liz’s tape… DO NOT TOUCH!’ written on it.

“I bet that’s a porno,” I joked.

There’s no way a plain lady like Liz, who shows very little interest in sex or men, and is so sweet and mild mannered would ever own such a thing. Surely not!

“Let’s put it on,” I said.

“Fuck me, Arthur, you do say some dumb-ass things, the tape says ‘do not touch’ on it, of course I’m gonna fucking put it on,” said Mike.

What we saw shocked me, it was a porno. It shocked me because it belonged to Mike’s mum, the last person I would think would own it.