Moms best friend - Sex Stories

Moms best friend

My name is Cody, and I'm a college student, and, not yet 19 years old. Since puberty I've been utterly fascinated with attractive, well dressed older woman. During high school I did anything to go out with older girls and women from work so I could hopefully put the make on them. And occasionally I did. But, they were never quite was I was looking for. Just before graduation my mother made a new friend at her job named Beverly. She was 39, short, NICELY shaped, unhappily married, very gregarious and full of more sexual energy and tension than she could stand. I remeber the first time she visited our house, she brooded about in tight faded blue jeans, a soft fuzzy sweater, and plain leather pumps with HIGH heels, about 5 inches. MAN! Did she look good! She was short but had a very nice shape and looked like she had been melted and poured into her jeans. And those heels really did something for her. They set the whole thing off. I went away to college and never quite forgot Beverly. She really made me horny and I tried to make a conection with a woman as old as she that looked as good as she did, and, most importantly, had her AGE and experiance. Something I'd never quite found. I went back home in the spring not thinking I'd see her again when mom announce she had volunteered me help someone she knew. Her friend needed help bring home some fresh produce from her familys farming operation out in the country near our home. "Well who is it, anyone I know?" I asked. "You remeber ...

... Beverly, dont you?" she said. My cock immediately turned to stone! beverly had somehow gotten my mother to send me out in the country with her. ALONE! Over the past 6 months she had become my fantasy woman and the family had no idea of my tastes in women. "Oh, okay." I said. Beverly drove up to our house one morning about mid morning in her big new luxury car. She got out and met me half way. Wow, tight jeans, a tight white button up blouse, and dark hose and high heels. She was so tiny but yet propped up on those shoes. It was like she had dressed up for me. She looked totally fuckable. I shook her hand and looked at her feet. "I thought we were going out in the country. But thats okay I like 'em." I said. "Yeah, I know you do" she came back smiling. As we got in her car mom yelled, "Dont run away with him, okay Bev." During the ride she looked at me intently as I tried to make intelligent conversation accross the leather bench seat. She probed me really hard about interests and relationships. I treid to convince her that I didnt have any which she found hard to believe. We turned off the main road onto a trail that led into private property. She drove and drove until I questioned her about where we were going. She looked about smiling and said that she thought she made the wrong turn. then she pulled slowing between 2 hedges and off the road and up into a totally secluded glade. She shut off the motor and leaned back against her door and cocked her right leg across the seat ...