It had been a very odd day, everything was not going the way I had planned, but I would never have believed how it would end. My life would be nearly turned upside down before the night was though. But the moment I got out of work, all I could think about was seeing my baby. Now an hour minutes late with no time for a shower or change, going out that night wasn't looking very likely. Tina was going to be pissed, and the last thing I needed was to get an anal reaming.

I made it to her house only an hour and a half late, so when her mother answered the door, I just figured she was a little more pissed than usual.

"Is Tina home?" I asked, noticing the mascara streaks down her cheeks.

"She just went out for a minute," her mom answered, "you can come in though and wait for her."

I accepted and followed her into the living room.

"Mrs. Jordon, are you okay?" I asked as I got a closer look at her. Her face was red and there was a little bruising starting to show on her arms.

She started crying, unable to hold back now. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. I'm not sure why, but I felt all of a sudden very comfortable around her, and just seeing her cry made me want to comfort her.

Tina's mom was not incredibly attractive; in fact age had not been kind. She was only in her mid-forties, but already looked ten years older. Her hair was dirty blonde much like her daughters, but it was cut short to her shoulders. Her cheeks were plump, and her green eyes were tired. Her body was thin, but it too always had an exhausted look. Especially now she had the look of someone who was tired of life, haggard from fighting an uphill battle everyday. Her voice was small and whiney, and it broke like a teenage boy going through puberty.

She was, however, incredibly sweet and understanding, especially for having to put up with her husband and spoiled daughter. Tina's dad was a serious asshole, a northerner who was as pushy as anyone I had ever met. It really was his way or nothing. Tina was constantly getting into fights with him, and he was constantly putting his wife "in her place." Still, she stayed loyal to him, if for nothing else other than Tina.

I didn't know what had upset her, but I already knew her husband had caused it.

"I found out that Bob has been cheating on me," she sobbed into her hands as I hugged her, "I confronted him about it and he started hitting me."

I squeezed a little harder as she sobbed into my chest. Poor woman, after all the work she had done trying to keep the family together, that hole went and did something like that. She put her arms around my waist and cried into my chest. As sick as it may sound, I could actually feel my cock twitch. I ignored it as much as possible as I held her close, but it wasn't long before it was very noticeable. I had no doubt that Mrs. Jordon could feel my shaft pressing against her, but luckily she was still too distracted to notice.

Her soon sobs died away to little sniffles as she hugged me, and I began to get nervous she might feel my arousal. Sure enough she released her grip and looked down as we stood together. She was about a head shorter than me, and as her head slowly rose up, our eyes met. I can't say what went through my head at that moment, but it certainly went through hers at the same time. Our eyes fluttered closed and our lips came together as I held my girlfriends mother in my arms. Brief flashes of how wrong this truly was blinked momentarily in my mind, winked out by her sweet kiss, and how good her body felt next to mine.

Her hands crept up my back, caressing my muscles as we continued to kiss. I slumped over in the couch, Mrs. Jordon climbing on top of me, never once losing the heated embrace. Her legs straddled my hips as her feathery lips became tangled with mine, her demanding tongue teasing mine to come out and play. My mind was drowning in what was happening to me, but my throbbing cock ached to be free, and Mrs. Jordon obviously wanted it.

"Oh, Mrs. Jordon," I moaned, breathless as our mouths finally parted, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Oh God, yes," she whispered," her eyes peering directly into mine, the fires of desire burning brightly again in her previously glazen eyes.

Her lips greedily kissed my face as her hands explored up and down my body, hungry for love she had not experienced in a long time.

"If he can do it, so can I," she smiled wickedly. The color was coming back to her face, and as if by some miracle, she seemed almost younger, "are you sure you want to do it?"

All the repercussions raced through my mind, most prominently what this would mean for my relationship with Tina. But hormones took over, and I was swept up in a gale of desire for this older, desperate woman.

"More than anything right now," I replied.

She smiled, her face almost beautiful for just a second as she peered down from her position astraddle me. Her hands framed my face, their skin warm and soft, but more like worn leather, slick and cool. She slowly closed, her eyes closing slowly as we kissed again. This time it was less hurried, much more luxuriant, but the passion even stronger. Her hips gyrated atop mine, my hardened prick stimulating her engorged clit, causing small gasps of pleasure to escape her lips as we kissed on her family's couch.

My hands found her tits, cupping each one, and feeling it's warm softness. Mrs. Jordon loved it and pressed her chest against my hands. One after another I slipped them up her fuzzy cream-colored sweater, trailing my fingers lightly up her belly as they climbed up to her breasts. They were slightly bigger than Tina's, but much softer and no doubt were going to be much sweeter.

Her hands rubbed my chest, her fingers stopping briefly to tease my nipples. I shuddered with pleasure as her fingers swept playfully over the aroused skin. My prick twitched as she played, and her tongue stroked mine in response. My arousal was now through the roof, and I gently pushed her up until she was sitting on my lap. I looked up at her as she straddled me, her face was hungry for the act. I'm sure mine looked the same way. I reached down and lifted her sweater over her head, revealing her industrial granny bra. I smirked as I reached around, burying my face in her tits as I struggled to unfasten the nine or ten hooks that kept it strapped to her chest. Her breasts smelt like baby powder, somehow appropriate I thought as I kissed each one lightly.

Mrs. Jordon giggled as I struggled to unfasten her restraint. My fingers trembled with lust as I fiddled with each hook. Finally I managed to pull her bra free, revealing her pale breasts, saggy with age and use. But they were beautiful, large and full. Her nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and they stuck out stiff and inviting. I stared for a moment before kissing one, caressing it slowly with my tongue as her head falling back in delight. Her hand stroked my cock through my slacks, tracing the long outline with her finger. My shaft tingled with her touch as she tried to grip it through my pants. Pure pleasure must have been coursing though her nipples as I kissed each one, suckling it as my hands clasp her ass, massaging it roughly. Mrs. Jordon groaned as she slid back and forth in my lap, her arousal more than evident and only fueling my obsession to pleasure her.

Grudgingly Mrs. Jordon slid off my lap, standing up and taking my hand. I stood up and followed her down the hall to her bedroom. It was a large room, Mrs. Jordon's king sized wedding bed sat in the middle, a light cream dresser to either side. Her room was decorated nicely, light cream-colored carpet and furniture. Some clothes littered the floor near the walk in closet, and plastic plants adorned the headboard. A skylight over the bed provided the main source of light during the day, but now only a small tower lamp in the corner illuminated the darkened space.

She led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge, moving to the floor between my legs. Her hands moved to my chest, caressing it as she began to unbutton my white dress shirt. After pulling it off, she leaned forward and kissed my nipples gently, her tongue stroking the stiff tingling flesh as her hands moved lower and began to unfasten my pants. She was incredibly good, and soon had my pants around my ankles, her cool smooth hand gripping my enflamed shaft. She looked longingly at it, and I couldn't help but remember the many times her daughter was in the same position. She stroked it a few times, and I groaned, finding pleasure in just watching her and thinking how perverted I truly was to let my girlfriend's forty-five year old mother get me so totally aroused that I couldn't help but want her, no coleer how what she looked like.

"Oh, Mrs. Jordon," I moaned, staring at the older woman gripping my prick, her mouth caressing my round receptive nuts. I wanted her more than anything else at that moment. I would have traded my own life just to have her take my head into her mouth, if only for a moment.

"I want you to call me 'mom, '" she smiled, an almost wicked look on her face.

"All right, mom," I was in no position to argue, if she made me wait one second longer I felt like I would explode from anticipation.

She didn't disappoint me. With a wicked smile, she slowly lowered her head, my cock disappearing into her mouth as a wave of hot bliss surged over my body, igniting every nerve with the tingle of the sexual pleasure-pain. Her small hand cupped my nuts, caressing them in coolness as my cock was inundated with searing heat. My fingers ran through her hair instinctually, urging her to continue her wonderful lavations.

"Oh, Mom, God, yesss," I groaned, repeating it over and over, the words sounding so strange, but they felt so right. My new "Mom's" tongue was sinful in its chore, stroking each hotspot only briefly so as to keep me on the edge of cumming for what seemed like an eternity. Her face actually looked beautiful as she went about her task, my aching rod sliding in and out of her mouth, each time glistening with a fresh coat of her sweet saliva.

After an eternity of excruciating ecstasy, her pace quickened and her eyes shifted, staring up at me, watching as my face contorted in pleasure and desperation. I could feel my eruption begin to build as the sexual prickle began to rise from the base of my cock, making my heart beat surge. My head fell back in agony as I felt the globs of thick white sperm rise from their holding tanks and begin their final course up my shaft. I came as hard as I ever had, glob after glob of cum squirting into Tina's mom's mouth. I cried out her name as she continued to suck out the thick jizz, filling her mouth until it spilled out and steamed down her pink thin lips to her chin. It felt like electricity as I tensed every muscle in my body, desperate to hang on to the euphoria that I knew would slip away too quickly. I convulsed as the globs passed my head and entered her mouth, every nerve on fire from the intense orgasm.