Two Mature Ladies Go Astray Pt. 03

To get a sense of how the characters relate to one another, please read Parts 1 and 2.

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Rachel had only lived in London for a year. She'd decided to work as an au pair with a French family, who were living in the UK, it was to improve her language skills, before she went off to uni. Occasionally she got a long weekend off and came home, usually to plead poverty.

This weekend her latest boyfriend was dropping her off, and visiting his parents at the same time.

Tom came in carrying her bag, she liked her men to be subservient! He was a very attractive lad, more than six feet tall, and obviously was a regular at the gym.

We all had coffee, and then he left to travel the fifty miles or so further on to his parents.

"So how are you, how are the Bernards?" I asked Rachel.

"Yes, they're all fine, they treat me very well, Mr Bernard treats me like his daughter!"

"Good, and how are you getting on with the early mornings, I can't say you ever liked them?"

"Ok, I manage," Rachel laughed, "just!"

We chatted away before Rachel's phone pinged, and she briefly replied to the text.

"I hope you don't mind, I've arranged to meet Daisy, and Katie in town this evening, to catch up?"

Typically Rachel would come home to see me, and then not see me much!

"That's fine, you've got your key, I'll be in bed no doubt when you get back, don't wake me up!"

Resigned, I took a bottle out of the fridge and spent the evening watching catch up tv. By the time I turned in at 10.30, after the news, there was no sign of Rachel, not that I was expecting it.

The wine helped me drift off to sleep until, in the semi darkness, I was aware of the sound of a taxi pulling up, and then noises from downstairs. I quickly remembered Rachel was at home, and that she must have returned from her night out. It also meant that Daisy or Katie must have been with her.

I lay there, finding it difficult to doze off again, but eventually I realised it was now quiet from downstairs, and my mind relaxed into sleep once more.

The silence was broken when I heard Rachel's voice, muffled, but clearly hers. It wasn't distinct at first, not normal conversation, more of a stifled shout.

Immediately I was wide awake, listening for more.

I sat up in bed, straining to hear, as the house went quiet again. I stood up and crept to the bedroom door, pulling it open just a bit.

"Craig, we mustn't...we'll wake mum up...please...we really ought to stop...look...I've got someone else now...oh god... please ... please, we must stop, oh no...oh god, no...oh fuck... oh my god" and then after a few seconds of silence, followed by a loud moan, there was acquiescence, "...yes, ok ...ok, ok, ...go on...yes...go on... oh yesssssssss!"

I shivered as I recognised Craig's voice, he was fucking Rachel, just like he'd fucked me. I listened as his muffled grunts, and Rachel's subdued cries, matched with the soft movement of the cushions on the sofa.

It was impossible for her to remain quiet as she came. There was a cry of, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming Craig...fuck! ...OH GOD! ...OHHHH FUCK!"

It was joined by the familiar grunt of Craig's orgasm, as he followed Rachel.

I could then hear the guilty aftermath. I heard Rachel say, "Fucking hell Craig, no one must know about this, we should have stopped."

Ten minutes later I heard Craig leave, and Rachel crept upstairs to bed.

I lay awake for a long time, turning things over in my mind. It seemed apparent that Rachel and Craig were still attracted, and lust had taken over. Perhaps the morning would bring an explanation.

"Was it a good night? how are Daisy and Katie?" The question at breakfast was pointed.

"You heard didn't you?" Rachel knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Yes, of course I did! I couldn't very well not hear it! but I'm not saying anything, i'm not judging you, you're a woman now and you can make a woman's mistakes."

Rachel looked sheepish, "Craig has always been at the back of my mind, you know we got close growing up."

"Yes, and he is a fine lad."

How I uttered that sentence without being struck down, I do not know.

"But anyway, Tom is back here this afternoon, you'd better sort your ideas out with regards to men!"

Tom was coming to stop the night and both of them were heading back to London the following morning. Rachel obviously knew she had a problem, but it was hers to solve.

Tom arrived around three 'o clock and both of them went out to the local pub. It wasn't until around six thirty that they got back and there had been some almighty row. Rachel stormed up to her room and slammed the door, while Tom, looking extremely embarrassed, joined me in the kitchen.

Straightaway I said, "I'm not getting involved, I'm very used to Rachel flying off the handle, she'll cool off...eventually!"

With that, there was further crashing and banging, and Rachel was shouting, "I'm going to Katie's," followed by the front door being slammed shut.

The silence that followed was only broken by me saying, "Coffee, or something stronger Tom?"

"Something stronger please Mrs Jones."

"Please, call me Sally, Tom...Mrs Jones sounds really too formal, do you want wine or beer?"

I got the beer and poured myself a large glass of Sauvignon, "Let's go into the lounge, and you can tell me a bit about yourself."

An hour and a half later, and with Tom on his third beer, and me finishing my second glass of wine, we decided to order a take away pizza.

Tom had texted Rachel a couple of times, and eventually got a reply simply saying, 'Sod off!' so the pizza came and I was onto my third glass with Tom accepting a glass of my best malt whisky.

It was clear that when I eventually texted Rachel, she was going to spend the night at Katie's, from the mispelt, oddly worded text she was also very drunk!

By ten, I was sozzled, and I left Tom with the bottle of malt and some football on tv.

"I'm off to bed, you're in the spare room, second on the right along the landing, don't drink all that!" I added with a smirk.

Within seconds of my head hitting the pillow, I was asleep, the wine was a good enough sedative, however, I did wake up and open my eyes to see my alarm clock saying that it was 2.30am.

My head was still spinning, but I could hear the tv, still on downstairs. I carefully tip toed down to the lounge to see Tom flat out on the sofa, snoring away. There was the remains of the whisky, and the tv was showing some old black and white movie.

I sat on the sofa edge beside him in order to see where the tv remote was. Retrieving it from down the side of a cushion, he stirred, and snorted, as I turned it off.

"Rachel," Tom muttered, his eyes still closed, and obviously in an alcoholic haze.

"Rachel," he said again, and his hand reached out and found my bare thigh and slid it halfway up under my bedtime t-shirt.

"Tom, wake up," I said, removing his hand, "let's get you to bed!"

"Oh Rachel, I'm so sorry," he said once again, his speech slurred, and his eyes half closed.

As I reached out to shake his shoulder, and to try and get some sense out of him, his hand slid up my thigh again.

"Stop it Tom, wake up," and once more I grabbed his wrist to remove his hand.

I tried shaking him harder, with both my hands grabbing his shoulders.

"Rachel, I want you, please,"

"TOM...I am NOT Rachel! now c'mon, get to bed!"

As I pulled him half up from the sofa, his hand travelled the whole way up my thigh and I felt his fingers on my pussy.

"TOM! STOP THAT!" I was annoyed now, but slightly taken off guard.

I had to let him flop back down in order to remove his hand. It seemed to make him realise where he was, and who I was.

"Oh god I'm sorry Mrs Jones, I mean Sally, help me up please."

This time I managed to get him sitting with his feet on the floor.

"Never mind that, let's get you upstairs."

Struggling with his pure bulk we managed to get to the stairs. At least he could cling to the bannisters, and drunkenly he hauled himself up. I followed behind, in case he stumbled backwards, but at the top he needed my support.

I put my arm around his waist, and he clung onto me as we went towards the spare bedroom. His enormous hand seemed to find its way to my right breast. I had no means of removing it because of holding him upright, but finally I got him in through the door and to the bed where he collapsed onto his back.

"Thank you," was all he managed to say as I took his socks off, and on the spur of the moment I decided to unbuckle his belt, unzip his trousers and slide them off. As I sat beside him unbuttoning his shirt, he seemed to be back into unconsciousness.

I had to pull him upwards to get the shirt off his shoulders, and I wasn't ready for his further exploration with his hand. Taken unawares again, his fingers found my pussy once again. He looked absolutely dead to the world, which made his groping all the more surprising.

"Tom!" I said once more, "Stop it!" but this time there were quite a few seconds before I grabbed his wrist.

I left him on the bed in just his boxers, with my heart beating faster, and a distinct flush on my face.

As I got back into bed I heard myself mutter guiltily, "Oh fuck." and when my fingers went between my legs I found myself moist and aroused.

I resisted my natural inclination, instead I scolded myself for inappropriate thoughts, and wondered if I'd ever get back to my old, fairly celibate, days.

It was gone 3am on my clock now, and I wanted sleep, but my pussy was alive and it seemed that I would need to have some release in order to relax.

My fingers inevitably found themselves massaging my clit, which brought a quiet sigh, until I was interrupted by the sound of Tom stumbling to the bathroom. I listened to his long drawn out peeing, and then the flush of the loo.

Whether it was a mistake to call out or not, I'm not sure, but I did, "You ok Tom?"

There was a sort of grunted reply, and then my bedroom door was pushed open. I could see him standing in his boxers, swaying, with the dim downstairs light showing his silhouette.

"You ok," I repeated, and this time there was no reply, but he staggered slightly and came towards the bed. He flopped down beside me, and quickly I pulled the duvet up to my chin and sat up.

"You're in the wrong room Tom, yours is two doors along the landing, do you want me to help you back there?"

"Sorry Mrs Jones...oh god...I mean Sally."

He was still in quite a bad way, and he fell to one side, his head on the pillow next to mine.

"Look you can't stop here, you need to get back to your room, here let me help you."

I pulled the duvet down, and got out of my side of the bed and walked round to his.

"C'mon, give me your hand."

I grabbed his nearest wrist, and pulled him back up to a sitting position. I was standing in front of him, ready to get him standing, when his spare hand slid up under my t-shirt and cupped my left breast.

"For fuck's sake Tom, you don't stop do you..."

I let go of the wrist I'd been holding, and both my hands grabbed the hand on my breast.

In a moment he stood up in front of me, completely unaided, and pulled me to him.

"Let me hold you...please...I need a hug."

I was confused, on every level, had he suddenly sobered up? was this a cry for sympathy given his row with Rachel? or was this something sexual?

I knew straight away what it was, because I felt him hard against me, his cock was pressing into my abdomen.

"Tom, this is not a good idea, we're both drunk, it's the middle of the night," but my pussy was telling a different story.

Why didn't I object when he lifted my t-shirt up over my head, and I raised my arms to help him take it off?

He shifted a little, and he let his boxers drop around his ankles. I now had an erect cock digging into my tummy and Tom's fingers were stroking both breasts and both nipples.

That was it, I was gone, my pussy was already soaked from my previous playing, and when he turned me round, and laid me back across the bed, my legs were open, and his cock slid inside me in one movement.

"OH FUCK TOM...for god's sake what are we doing?"

"We're just spending the night together."

Already he was thrusting into me, and my bed was beginning to creak. There was no finesse, this was pure lust under the influence of alcohol.

The room echoed with the sound of the bed, the repetition of my "oh!...oh!...oh!...oh!" and Tom's constant grunting. His hips pounded into me and although my legs were wrapped around his thighs it was just animalistic.

I came first, it didn't take long, and there was no calling out of names, just a gasp, and an enjoyment that followed with Tom pumping me full of his spunk.

"Jesus Tom, Rachel must NOT know about this... shit!...you've just fucked her mum!"

He was spread out beside me as I pulled some tissues from my bedside box and passed a couple to him. My pussy was awash with a mixture of our juices and there was that sex aroma throughout the bedroom.

"Don't worry, there's no need for her to know."

For a moment I lay there, my breathing slowing, and the thought that I'd just had sex with my daughter's boyfriend, and then the realisation that we'd just had sex and not even kissed, I cohttps://opentuition.com/members/mystakidis/

uldn't think that that had ever happened to me before?

"That was just lust Tom, it really was."

"Probably, but we both needed it!"

"Hmmmmmm, you did!" I was a touch more doubtful.

Tom rolled onto his side, propped on one elbow, looking down at me.

"You know, you are sexier than your daughter."

I didn't need that either, and it felt condescending, "Fuck off," I said and he knew that I was annoyed.

"Sorry, that came out all wrong," and he leaned towards me and kissed me.

"You're supposed to kiss me before we have sex, we're doing this in the wrong order!"

Tom smiled and whispered, "Sorry," and kissed me again.

It was a longer kiss, a loving kiss, and I reacted by putting my arms around his neck. His response was to roll towards me and the kissing continued, but his mouth moved to my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.

This was different, I wasn't objecting, in fact I didn't want him to stop.

Lying on my back I watched Tom move lower on the bed until he was kneeling between my legs. He lifted my right leg and gently held my foot in his hand, just like it was a soft, fledgling bird. Delicately he held it to his mouth and gently enveloped my biggest toe.

This was something new, totally new. I thought at first my tickle reflex would kick in, but the soft sucking was feeling so erotic. I began to murmur a purring moan. However, his mouth began to travel, and his soft lips began to kiss my instep, my ankle, my calves as he moved his head slowly downwards and his mouth upwards on my inner thighs. I waited for that wonderful moment when his tongue would enter my pussy.

But no. He stopped and began a similar journey along the inner landscape of my other leg, this time, not with his lips or mouth, but with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh god Tom, please don't tease."

When eventually his mouth found my pussy, I was soaked, he took my clit between his lips and sucked. Every now and then his tongue would flick in and out of my pussy, he would lick my labia and run the whole surface of his tongue over my bud before sucking, then nibbling again.

I came in a rush, crying out his name, pleading with him not to stop, but when he lifted his face from between my thighs, I looked up at him in the semi darkness and saw his cock, rigid once again ready to impale me.

My pussy was still pulsating from my orgasm when he began to move his whole body against mine. This wasn't a pumping, pounding fuck, this was making love to my whole body. I came twice more before he'd finished with me and the feeling of him filling me yet again was wonderful.

Both of us were shattered and fell straight to sleep. It was fortunate I woke up as my phone pinged. A text from Rachel apologised for the previous day's outbursts and she said she'd be home before 10am.

"You're gonna have to shift, it's 9am already, get into the shower quickly!" I said to Tom.

He moved fast, and I just put my bathrobe on before Rachel got dropped off by Katie's dad.

The surprise was that she was in a good mood.

"I'm sorry mum, I was a shit yesterday, I shouldn't have lost it. I've got to make it up with Tom now, is he still asleep?"

"No he's up and about, in your room I think, he's not long had a shower. Fof god's sake don't own up about Craig."

Rachel smiled and winked, "No, never."

I felt absolutely awful saying that, keeping my own secret of an all night fuck session with her boyfriend.

I poured myself coffee and had some toast, and looked out on the garden in the sunshine.

I should have known what was coming, and it made me feel worse than awful.

The kitchen window was open wide, as was Rachel's bedroom window, and the sound of her and Tom fucking drifted downwards, and added to my sense of total sluttishness.

Two Mature Ladies Go Astray Pt. 03

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