My roommate and me had been living together for years when he all of a sudden told me that he was planing to leave me. Not forever, but for a month. He would leave the country, the continent due work reasons. I told him no problem at all, because being home alone, it always is awesome.

But after sharing the news he also told me that his single mother was planning to do a vacation, to visit the city we were living in. And that she had asked her son, now that he was out of town, if she could have his room for a week. My roommate said yes, but also told his mother that he’d have to ask me first.

After thinking a few seconds about it, I said yes. I still had three weeks on my own left, and allowing my roommate’s mother to stay with me, it for sure would please her and my roommate. So my roommate’s sixty one year old mother staying with me, no problem for thirty one year old me at all.

About two months later, my roommate had been already gone for two weeks, it was time for a cleanup operation. It was the day before my roommate’s mother would arrive, and the apartment was definitely on the messier side: Empty take out boxes, clothes and lots of dust.

One night shift later, I got three hours of sleep before I had to get out of bed and head to work, the place was nice and tidy. Luckily I had some spare time in the afternoon to take a nap, and then, then the doorbell rang. The guest most likely had arrived.

Not even a minute later I opened the door, and there she was: My roommates mother. She had a big smile on her face and an even bigger suitcase standing next to her. The moment I saw the suitcase, I couldn’t resist, I had to make a stupid joke: “So you are moving in full time?”

The roommate’s mother had to laugh. She then told me that it really just was for one week, and then, we officially introduced each other. Because it was a first time, so far I had only seen a few pictures of her, and she most likely a few pictures of me.

The gentleman I am I took care of the suitcase, and while she got out of her shoes – my place is a house shoes or socks only place – I put her luggage into what should be her room for the following seven days. Then I gave the mature woman the grand tour.

I showed her all there was: The kitchen, the bathroom, the toilet, the hallway, my room and in the end her son’s, for now, her room. She genuinely liked the place, and when I was done showing her around, we were in the kitchen again, she asked me the following question, while having a huge smile on her face: “And, how long has it taken you to clean up the place?”

For a brief moment I thought about telling her that it always was that tidy. But I wasn’t selling the apartment to a real new roommate, just to a visitor for some time, so I stayed with the ugly truth: “It was long past midnight when I got finished cleaning.”

My words put an even bigger smile on the mature woman’s well aged face: “Thank you. Very much appreciated.”

I then asked her what had given me away? The woman then told me that she knew her son, that she knew that he had his qualities, but that cleaning wasn’t one of them. So it must have been me how did all, or most of the cleaning.

Yes, she knew her son. And I knew him too, from sharing an apartment with him for years. After that initial conversation I offered her something to drink, then we sat down, at the kitchen table and had a little chat.

My roommate’s mother then told me that she was in town to do some sight seeing, to meet up with some old friends, friends whom she made when she was attending school in town and that she was planing on an extensive shopping tour. I nodded, I gave her some tips for places to visit or places to eat in, and then, then we both went to bed.
Looking back from now, during that first hour, or two together, something had already been happening between the two of us. We clearly were checking each other out, and there clearly was some sexual tension building.

During the following four days my roommate’s mother and me rarely ever ran into each other. She was mostly out, and I was busy with my life, mostly working far too long hours for far to less pay, but everyone has to start somewhere.

When we ran into each other, in the kitchen or on the hallway, we smiled at each other, and we clearly were checking each other out. For a brief moment I was thinking about making a move, thinking about hitting on a woman that was three decades older than me, and the mother of my roommate.

It was the last point that made me not do it. That made me hold back, because you never know what annoying consequences can come out of doing something like that. Luckily I wasn’t the only one involved, and as my roommate on time later told me, she had some similar thoughts crossing her mind, but in the end, she came to a different conclusion: Go for it, you only life once.

One day later, it was the fifth day of my roommate’s mother staying with me, it was Friday, I was in the bathroom in the late afternoon, early evening. I was getting ready for a night out. Having a few drinks, hanging out with some friends and in the end hopefully hooking up with someone. My usual Friday routine, when I wasn’t heading out for a date.

I just had gotten out of the shower, I was drying off my body with a towel, when the bathroom door all off a sudden flung open. So far, nothing out of the ordinary, because the lock was broken, and my roommate had the habit of storming inside rooms when the doors weren’t locked. I already wanted to yell out an occupied, when it all of a sudden got me: Wait, my roommate was gone. His mother had taken his place.

Yes, my roommate’s mother just had ran into me while I was standing in the bathroom, totally naked, only with a towel in my hand. I was able to see her in the mirror, how she was standing in the door frame, wearing nothing but some sexy underwear, with a seductive expression on her face and while holding a towel in her hands: “Sorry, I didn’t know that you were in here.”

I kept on looking at her through the mirror for some time, then I decided to turn around. My inner horny animal was in full swing, was in control of me and my body when I made that move. Two people were now standing there, one totally naked, one mostly naked, checking each other out with lust filled eyes.

It didn’t took long and my dick got bigger and harder. I wasn’t even thinking about using the towel in my hand to cover myself up. I just went for it, and I told her that her interrupting me in the bathroom was no problem at all. That the opposite was actually the case.

Maybe a little bit surprised by my reaction, not that my roommate’s mother wanted to get the reaction she got, she came out with the following line: “Sorry, I thought that I am home alone. That you would already be out.”

My dick was meanwhile rock hard. I wanted to jump onto her, to bend her over to fuck her good. To fill her up with my cum, and luckily the mature woman, who was roughly three decades older than me, had the same plan. It was her that made the next, the first real move.

She dropped her towel to the ground, then closed the gap between the two of us. We kept looking each other in the eyes all the time, and once she was in front of me, her hand ended up on my hard one. She barely touched my dick while her hand slowly went up and down on it. All I did was moaning out a very loud: “Yes, please.”

The mature woman kept on jerking me off, slowly and gentle. It didn’t took long and I was moaning out loud while my hands were all over her body, mostly on her ass and beneath her panties.

Every stroke she gave me felt better than the previous one. My dick began to leak pre cum as my eyes began to ran in circles. My roommate’s mother knew what she was doing, she knew the spots she had to hit to make me feel good, and then even better.

My brain was off as I came closer and closer to an orgasm. My balls were aching, and ready to dump their load, when she all of a sudden stopped. When her hand all off a sudden was of my dick, while she said the following: “We don’t want you to cum that soon already, don’t we?”

By the looks of it, she had a plan. I nodded with my head, I fully agreed with her. I showed my inner orgasm demanding horny animal it’s place. And while I fought horny me, she got rid of her panties in a very sexy way, and then placed herself on the washing machine. Then she spread her legs and showed me her tasty looking pussy.

Without her having to say single word – you just lick a hole before you fuck it – I went down on my knees, and my tongue ended up on, and as deep inside her pussy as anyhow possible.

I enjoyed her more than sweet taste while making eating her out. My hard one stayed untouched during it, what gave me some cool down time while her moaning got more and more intense and while her hands began to run through my hair.

Then she moaned out a more. I instinctively knew that she didn’t want my dick inside her. At least not yet. It was time to slide a finger of mine inside her pussy, while my tongue still was taking good care of her clit.

A few seconds later a first finger of mine went inside her pussy. Slowly, steadily, her moaning intensified when I gave her one slow and deep thrust after the other. We kept on going, her eyes began to ran in circles, her brain began to leak out through her pussy.

Then a second finger of mine went inside her, then a third one. I still gave her one slow and deep thrust after the other while my tongue was playing with her clit. Her hands began to hold on to, to squeeze my head. My roommate’s mother was coming closer and closer to an orgasm.

For a few brief moments I though about keeping her on the edge, on playing with her, but I decided against it. I gave her what she wanted, I gave her what she needed. Three fingers of mine gave her a few more slow, hard and deep thrusts while my tongue was on her clit. Then she came.

My roommate’s mother came good. Her pussy leaked some delicious juices, her moaning stopped, her legs got shaky and her hands fell off her head. She was gone, she was out, and then she collapsed.

I held her in place while I slurped up the tasty juices that came out of her. Once she was in her body again, once the mature woman was herself again, she pulled me up, looked me in the eyes and said the following: “Take me from behind. Now.”

Shortly after she was bend over the washing machine. Her body partly pinned against the wall behind hit, with me standing behind her, hands on her waist and my still rock hard and pre cum covered dick pressing against her pussy.

A second or two later my dick went inside her pussy. Her pussy wrapping herself around my rock hard dick, it felt more than good. I nearly came while pushing my dick inside her for the first time.

Once I was in her balls deep, I gave her a few first gentle thrusts. Those thrusts were enough to make both of us moan out loud. I kept on going, my dick went in and out, my dick went back and forth slowly, but steadily.

Every time my dick went in and out of her pussy felt better than the time before. I kept on fucking her slow, hard and deep. Sweat began to run down our bodies, more and more tension kept on building up as my dick kept on penetrating her pussy.

Our eyes were running in circles, my hands tried to squeeze her tights, her hands, and her face were pressed against the bathroom wall while I kept on on fucking her. While I kept on fucking the two of us elsewhere.

Then she came. All the previously built up tension unloaded itself. Her moaning stopped, her body trembled and her coming, it pushed me over to edge. It made me dump my load, it made my sweat covered body tremble.

After I had creamed her pussy I collapsed onto my roommate’s mother, who had already collapsed onto the washing machine I had bent her over. We both came good, and it took more than just one heavy breath in and out to regain ourselves.

Shorty after we both had returned into my body I climbed off her. The mature woman also got up, and then our eyes met again. The there was no shame and no regret in them. Just two grown ups how had some grown up fun. With no commitment involved.

So we both went our ways afterwards. I got ready to head out with some friends, and she did the same after I was done in the bathroom. We both were looking forward to a great Friday night out, definitely not with each other, and despite me just having had sex, I still was looking forward to hook up with someone. Just in a more relaxed, less horny way.