Friend’s mom rents me a room…but lets me into more

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I’m 23 years old and I eventually move to Las Vegas for work and rent a weekly apartment (you pay like $200 a week). My mom calls me and tells me that my friend Jonathan’s mom lives in Vegas and she may have rooms available to rent so she gives me her number (got it from Jonathan’s grandma). I text her and she agrees to meet with me before renting me a room cause she has no idea what kind of guy I had grown up to be.

I’m standing outside a restaurant when I hear someone come up behind me, tap my shoulder, and ask,” {my name}?” I turned and my jaw literally dropped at what I saw. There she was: looking almost like she did almost 20 years ago but with a few lines around her eyes. She was short, maybe 5’5. Long, black hair, hazel eyes, full lips. Yes, she was beautiful but what caught my attention was her body (of course). She was in insanely good shape, not a bodybuilder/track star but 100% MILF shaped. Hourglass figure with boobs that stretched the front of her scrubs, flat stomach, hips that had perfect handles, and an ass that I KNOW had to take a few minutes to squeeze into some jeans.

“You ok?” She asks. “Yea! Just…wow! You look so good!” She blushed (mental self high-five) “how kind of you to say that. But I didn’t push it anymore, I had a room I wanted to earn for rent.

Over lunch, we talked about life and the paths we’ve taken. I learned some personal things about her. She about me. My story of going from California to Vegas, hers too. The whole time I’m stealing glances at her front, wishing her tits would jiggle or burst from their restraint somehow. The wall next to us had a huge mirror and I would look over, admiring the curves: how her boobs were pushed up against the table, her ass was spilling over the sides of the stool (took mental pictures for my spank bank).

I got the room. She gave me a key and the address, told me to pick a room since she had 3 spare rooms and move my stuff in while she was at work. Didn’t take long so I had a whole house to myself for a few hours. Spent it beating my meat to the images I had stored earlier. I mean, she was around 40 and looked sexier than half the ass I had conquered up until that point in my life!

About a week later, she came home one night and insisted we order pizza to celebrate with new roommates. Over pizza and beer, we talked. At some point in the conversation (still kinda fuzzy when) she sat next to me and mentioned that I had grown into a handsome man. She asked how many girlfriends I had…I answered none. She put her hand on my leg and asked me to grab some more beers from the fridge while she looked something up on her phone, which was on the counter next to the fridge. I retrieved the beers and handed her one while she continued on her phone. We toasted (to new roommates!) and finally, she found what she was looking for. I stepped over and she showed me an almost nude of her, with her arm covering her tits and asked,” what do you think?” I didn’t…

I kissed her, hard. Pretty much slammed my lips into hers. She met my eagerness with the same, if not more, ferocity. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me closer against her. My hands explored her body: one held her face to mine and the other had a handful of her ass. Eventually, my other hand grabbed the other cheek and we stood there, making out while I massaged her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and then bringing them together with force… all the while pushing her lower body into mine so she could feel how hard I was.

She pulled her face free long enough to ask,”should we move–,” I didn’t give her the chance to finish the thought. I picked her up and placed her on the countertop. I ripped her tights off (I should mention now that she had changed into a loose tank top and tights when she got home) and to my delight, realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I kissed her again and placed my thumb on her clit, working it. She bit my lip in pleasure. I used my middle and ring finger and rubbed the length of her pussy while my thumb pushed her clit around in circles. After a minute or so, I spread her legs wider, lowered my head between them and got to work.

I am not a master at eating pussy, maybe a novice at best since I had not had much practice at it. Most women I met preferred to give me a blowjob then get straight to the fucking. But here, now, I was determined to prove myself to this woman, who had more years of experience than me and knew what she needed. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked causing her to grab a fistful of my hair and pull my head closer into her crotch. I jammed two fingers into her pussy and began working them back and forth. She began to moan “come here…come here…” I got the hint: I made the ‘come here’ motion with my fingers, hitting her g-spot (never knew that till then!) and causing her to gasp loudly. This drove me crazy! With my free hand, I was stroking my cock in my shorts in anticipation. Damn, her moans were getting me off!

A few minutes later, she began to buck her hips a bit and cried,” I’M GONNA CUM!” I didn’t stop. I wanted to taste her pussy juices, wanted her to taste them after. What happens next I’ll never forget for as long as I live. She yanked my head away from her pussy, but held me close still. Then she SQUIRTED with the force of a fire hose (okay maybe not really but that’s what it felt like to me). I was drenched completely soaked from hair to chest. For a moment I felt like I was going to drown! But….IT WAS SO FUCKING HOT! Not the temperature but the act itself. The intensity of her orgasm almost drove me to my breaking point. I almost came just from her cumming all over me.

She slid off the counter onto the floor, panting and gasping as if she had just run a marathon. I went to her and kissed her, making sure she got a taste of her pussy as I had intended. My cock was throbbing, I NEEDED her. But she stopped me. She looked at me, my drenched t-shirt, my soaked hair, and beard, the floor (our beers had fallen and smashed on the ground and were now mixed with her pussy juice). Between breaths, she said,” I need to clean this mess. I can’t leave it like this.” “Let me help you, we made the mess together (wink)” She didn’t meet my eyes “no I’ve got it, you go shower and clean up. I’ll see you later.”

It wasn’t an “I’ll see you later for more fun” it was more of a “catch you later” type of dismissal. I stared at her, trying to meet her gaze, but she was already putting her tights back on and walking towards the cleaning supplies closet. I went to my bathroom and hopped in the shower.

Not wanting blue balls, I beat my dick as it owed me rent. Apart from being disappointed, I was also mad at myself for not doing more when I had the chance. I didn’t take her shirt off, didn’t feel her tits! (I’m a boobs guy through and through, I like ass but BOOBS are my weakness) I didn’t get a blowjob or even show her my cock, she didn’t even touch it!

I finished my shower and stepped out into the hallway. Glancing into the kitchen, I saw the mess had been cleaned as nothing had happened. The door leading to her master bedroom at the other end of the house was closed. I crossed the hallway to my room and closed the door. After getting dressed, I threw myself onto my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, the buzz from the beer having disappeared long ago.

I didn’t know what to make of it. One minute we’re going at it like animals, the next she’s brushing me off like I didn’t just make her wash her floors with her orgasm. It was as if her orgasm sobered her up and brought her to her senses.

I was starting to drift off into sleep when my phone vibrated. I didn’t look at it right away. Then it went off again. I picked it up. On the screen, were two texts from her. 1. “Thanks (winky face)” 2. “Do it again soon please?” they read. My heart (mostly my cock) jumped. It wasn’t over…

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