The heat radiating from the summer night seemed to thicken the air as I stood outside my boyfriend’s mother’s house. I had dreamed about her the night before; a dream that felt so real that I wanted to make it a reality. In the dream, my boyfriend’s mother and I had been alone in a dark and dingy room, and I had been utterly captivated by her. She had exuded a powerful confidence, her toned and tanned body looking infinitely inviting and her face displaying a sultry, knowing smile. I’d wanted her, almost desperately.
I was shocked to feel a strong urge to go and see her, to go and have this dream come true in real life. And so I had found myself outside her door, my heart beating erratically and my mind filled with naughty thoughts. I was scared but I still knocked on the door.
My boyfriend’s mother opened the door, and all my inhibitions seemed to melt away. She was even more alluring in person, her smartly tailored dress hugging her curves and her lips painted a seductive red.
“What can I do for you?” She asked, her eyes leveled with mine.
All my thoughts of inhibition and modesty fled and I found myself wanting her in a way I could never express. We shared a long, intense gaze until I finally broke the silence.
“I dreamed of you last night,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I know,” she said.
Without another word, she stepped aside and invited me into her home. The living room was cosy and inviting, but before I could take in too much of the details, my boyfriend’s mother led me upstairs.
My heart was pounding as I followed her into her bedroom, a wave of anticipation washing over me. The room was beautifully decorated, and the king-size bed looked almost inviting. I felt a sudden urge to slide in between the sheets, to feel the warmth of her body against mine.
My boyfriend’s mother slipped out of her dress, revealing her toned body and huge, round breasts. I gasped, my whole body trembling with desire. I wanted her so badly, but I still found myself paralyzed with shock.
My boyfriend’s mother sensed my hesitation and stepped closer to me, her eyes filled with understanding.
“You don’t have to be scared,” she said, her voice soft and gentle.
She ran her hands along my body, her fingers tracing the outline of my curves and her body pressing against mine. I shuddered with pleasure, my desire intensifying with every movement of her body.
My boyfriend’s mother broke away and beckoned me to lie down on the bed. I obliged and found myself sinking into the mattress, my body swallowed up in a wave of warmth and comfort.
My boyfriend’s mother straddled me with ease, her body pressing into mine. I could feel every curve of her body, and I was overcome with pleasure. I felt her hand press against my stomach and her mouth begin to make its way down my body.
She kissed and licked her way down my body, her soft lips and tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. She seemed to know exactly what to touch and where, and I moaned in pleasure.
Just when I thought I could take no more, she moved upwards again and found my lips. We kissed hungrily, our tongues exploring one another’s mouths as if they had a life of their own.
The pleasure was intense, and I felt my body shake with desire. My boyfriend’s mother noticed and smiled, her eyes filled with an understanding that I could not begin to comprehend.
She pressed her body against mine, our skin fusing together in a wave of pleasure. We moved together, our bodies rocking back and forth as the pleasure intensified. I had never felt such pleasure before, and I found myself wanting more.
My boyfriend’s mother seemed to read my thoughts, and with surprising agility she shifted her body and knelt between my legs. Her mouth found my most sensitive spot and as I felt her tongue caress my skin, I let out a moan of pleasure.
The sensation was electric and I felt my body rock with pleasure. She continued to pleasure me, her mouth exploring every inch of my body. My body shivered and shook with pleasure, and I felt my head spin as I let myself go.
My boyfriend’s mother didn’t stop, and I felt my breath hitch as I realized that I was moments away from orgasm. I clung to her, my muscles tensing as I prepared to let go.
And then I did, my body shaking with pleasure as I was swept away in a wave of ecstasy. I felt as if I was soaring through the air, my body soaring with pleasure.
When I finally came back down to earth, I felt my body relax and I smiled in contentment. My boyfriend’s mother smiled back, and I saw that same knowing look in her eyes.
I had just had the best sex of my life, and it was all thanks to my boyfriend’s mother. I was no longer scared of her, I was in awe of her. I couldn’t wait to see her again.
