Isn’t It a Gentleman’s Duty to Take Care of a Hot Woman’s Needs?

How do you tell your girlfriend her mom’s hotter than her? If you want to keep your balls intact, you don’t, as I learned the hard way.

No, I didn’t come right out and tell my girl I’d like to do her mom. Let’s say she just sort of found out. Sarah and I had been going together for three months when I first met her mother. Her parents were going through a nasty divorce, and the mother had been out of the country on business. (She’s a big executive and often travels internationally for work.) When Sarah introduced us, Kelly, her mom, was nice enough but seemed kind of abrupt. Sarah said she’s always like that—she doesn’t mean to be, but with her, everything is business. Sarah said it’s one of the main reasons her father wanted a divorce. His “ice-queen wife,” as he put it, was unbearable.

Our introduction, although short, was long enough to let me see that the “ice queen” was a very hot lady. Everything about her simply screamed success. That amazing body was jerk-off material for sure, and when I got home that first night, that’s exactly what I did. To say I gushed like a hose is no exaggeration.

One day I got to Sarah’s house and she wasn’t home, but left a message saying she was running late and I should wait for her at the house. Her mother was home, which was unusual. She offered me a drink as well as something to eat, but I declined. I was uncomfortable in her presence, and she sensed that.

“Gary, I apologize if I come off gruff,” she said. “I’m always in a rush and tend not to give people a lot of time. I’m sorry for that.”

I wasn’t expecting that and said it was okay. I understood how important her job was and how precious her time, and I realized it wasn’t easy switching gears. She gave me a kind of surprised look and thanked me for being so understanding.

When I’d come in, Kelly had been in the middle of changing a lightbulb. I asked if I might be able to help. I got the ladder and climbed up it, bulb in hand. Kelly was below me, holding the ladder steady. From where I was I could see right down her blouse! And what a gorgeous sight it was. Naturally, since I’m a guy and get turned on by a stiff wind, my cock started to show its appreciation. Not the best position to be in, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Honestly, I hoped Kelly might find it a compliment and appreciate that I found her attractive.

As I screwed the new bulb into the fixture, I almost dropped the bad one, and I yelled for Kelly to move. As it happened, she was looking up and saw what was happening. I managed to regain control of the bulb, but in the process lost my footing and came stumbling down the ladder, landing on my ass. The ladder shook and eventually fell over. I was mortified. First I get a hard-on; then I almost drop a lightbulb on Kelly’s head; then I fall off the ladder and have it come crashing down!

I felt the redness spread throughout my body. My hard-on disappeared. (So much for small miracles.) Kelly came rushing over, asking if I was all right. She kept checking me to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself, but I hadn’t—just my pride. When she saw that I was okay, she apologized over and over. I assured her I was okay and told her not to worry. I even made a joke about saving the bulb from dropping, showing her the burned-out bulb still safe in my hand. We both laughed.

She told me to follow her to the kitchen, where she took out two beers and handed me one. I hadn’t pictured her as a beer drinker, but I liked that she was. It made her more—I don’t know, approachable? While we drank our beers, we had a great conversation.

While we were talking, Sarah called and said she was held up at work and wouldn’t be there for another hour at least. I asked her if she wanted to just meet me at the movies, or should I go home and pick her up when she was ready? She said to stay put, and her mom was signaling to me that it was okay for me to hang around and wait. So that’s what I did.

Kelly’s and my conversation went from her work to her divorce, to why her husband was such a dick (her words), to love, and finally to sex. I learned that she’s a very sexual being, and that she felt stifled because of her position at work. She likes to let her hair down and have men look at her as just a sexy woman. By our third beer she was giving me graphic details about her marital sex life, or lack thereof. Then she asked me if I thought she was sexy.

I told her the truth; of course I thought she was sexy. Who could possibly not? If she needed proof, I directed her to my bulge. I guess the beer gave me the balls to do that! Speaking of balls, mine were hard and tight and ready for release. Did I think of Sarah? Honestly, not really. If that makes me terrible, so be it. I had this incredibly horny, frustrated sex goddess making moves on me, and there was no way I was going to stop her!

Kelly didn’t waste any time. She led me up to her bedroom, took my clothes off, and ordered me onto the bed. Then she stripped to her bra and panties. She climbed over me and sat astride my waist, then had me take off her bra and suck her tits while she moved her panty-clad pussy over my cock. She slid her wet gash over it, and the friction made her even hornier. Seeing her like that drove me nuts. I ripped her panties off her and jammed my pole deep in her. She was moaning, grunting, and talking filth. It was totally crazy!

It didn’t take long for me to feel the familiar tingling in my balls and the churning of impending orgasm. I yelled for Kelly to get off, but she said she wanted to feel me shoot in her. So I did! As I shot my load in her, she let loose her own orgasm, screaming and shaking on top of me and sending me over the edge. She dug her nails in my chest as she shook from the intensity of her pleasure. My dick felt wonderful wrapped in her come-filled cunt.

As soon as we came down from our sexual high, there was a sound, a clearing of the throat. Sarah! Standing there in the doorway of our den of iniquity.

She was pissed. “Another one, Mother!”

Another one? Uh-oh. Was it possible that I wasn’t in fact a hero coming to Kelly’s sexual rescue after years of being shunned by her dick of a husband? As Sarah proceeded to explain, this was apparently her mother’s “thing to do.” Which was the only further thing Sarah was ever going to say to me. But then, I didn’t need her to tell me that we were through.

Well, I can’t say it wasn’t worth it. No knock on Sarah, but fucking her mom is right up there as one of the greatest things I have ever done. “Ice queen”? I think not!

—G.W., Louisville, Kentucky