I was sucking her boobs and she was moaning hard. I was penetrating her with a hard stroke without any mercy.And suddenly I woke up from this wet drea.... My underwear was fully drenched with cum. I had given her my number but I didn’t talk with her much. Just those formal messages like greeting on festival eves. I texted her.Me: HeyShe texted after an hour.A: Hey. Woke up now?Me: Yeah just now?A: Ha ha ha what were you doing that late? Playing games?Me: Nah. I was watching a series yesterday.A:. I sat listening to the radio for a further hour then wandered down the street full of trepidation !I knocked and the door opened. Hazel was in a different bikini but God she looked good. "Early drink today I think Steve" she said smiling. "You have a lot to do so go into the garden. The sunbeds are ready". She came out of the back door with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled each glass and patted the sunbed.We laid on the sunbeds and I gulped down my glass of wine. I was so. I can still feel the tingle that thought sent through me. Would a young man my son’s age be interested in a woman’s breasts, a woman my age? Evidently I had just passed forty but despite my husband’s wandering eyes, I still attracted my share of attention from the opposite sex. But I was Nathan’s mother, not just an older woman.Eventually, I had to sit back but I took very little popcorn so only a brief moment later, I was back. Again, I seemed distracted by the movie and took longer than usual. The sound of her feather-light voice finally compelled Eric to turn his head cautiously. One seat cushion separating them, he regarded Millie and sighed. His anxiety always softened a touch when he saw the woman with the sun-kissed red hair and creamy, cinnamon-speckled complexion, particularly when she wasn’t levelling that probing gaze of hers upon him. She sat with her legs - hidden underneath her ankle-length skirt - pulled up onto the sofa and tucked underneath her. Her hands were curled.