This story took place back in the summer of 1981, while I was home after my first year at college. I was 18 (I was 17 when I started college), but looked older. I had a "fake" ID that was literally my real ID, except that I'd scraped off the year of my birthdate and carefully penciled in an earlier year. I was amazed that it worked so consistently, but it never failed me!

I'd been in a band when I was in high school. Our lead guitarist, Sean, was a couple of years older and was already married and divorced. We had decided to hit the pickup bars that night, but first Sean wanted to stop by a neighborhood bar where his mom (Ellen) was helping her friend celebrate the friend's birthday. Ellen had him when she was only 17, so she would have been 37 or 38 at this time, and her friend was about the same age. "Old ladies" to me back then, but actually hot women in their sexual prime. I have no recollection of the friends' name, so let's call her Jen.

When we got to this bar (around 10 PM), there was a pretty large group of Jen's friends, and they were already pretty drunk. Ellen and I were old friends, and she introduced me to the birthday girl, who immediately put her arm around my shoulder and asked me if I was going to buy her a drink. She was hot! About 5'4", kept herself in decent shape, and nice big tits with cleavage she didn't mind showing. She kept her arm around my shoulder while I ordered us a couple of shots, and whether she knew it or not (I think not, at that point in the evening), her tit felt great pressed against my side. She was clearly not wearing a bra. This was definitely NOT the kind of friend MY mom had!

Our shots came, we toasted Jen and her birthday, tossed the shots back, and Jen turned back to some other friends for more birthday shots. I talked with Sean and Ellen for a bit, until Jen yelled "Who's gonna play darts with me?!" I was pretty good at darts back then, so I said I would, and we headed off to the dartboards, but not until after I'd bought us another round of shots.

During darts, we were apart from her friend group, and Jen started to get really flirty with me. She would wiggle her ass while she was lining up her shot (she was wearing a skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees). She would talk suggestively to me when I was trying to shoot, small stuff like "ohhhh, yeah, hit that sweet spot, put it right in the middle." I knew she was drunk and having fun on her birthday, so I just chalked it up.

We finished with darts, and the party started to break up as people headed home. Sean's mom was going to drive Jen home, but I said that I had come with Sean and could take her home in her car, then Sean could pick me up at Jen's house.

So I walked Jen out to her car, got her in the passenger seat with her door closed, and got myself into the driver's seat. I asked her to put her seat belt on, and she laughed and said "YOU put it on FOR me!" So I reached across to get the seat belt, and when I did, she took my head with both hands and kissed me. Not a peck, this kiss was agressive, hungry, lingering. After about 10 seconds, she gently pulled my face away from hers (both hands still holding my head), and then yanked my face down into her tits, laughing like a maniac!

I pulled up and looked at her. She said "C'mon, don't tell me you didn't like that!" I said "Of course I liked it, you're hot, but... but... Ellen... she'll be pissed..." Jen said "She'll be happy I had fun on my birthday! Now get this buckle on me and take me home!" So I did as I was told.

She didn't live far from the bar, so it only took us a few minutes to get to her house. I parked in the street and walked around the car to help her out. She was drunk, but able to walk. Still, she leaned on me as we walked, and kept reaching down and rubbing my cock through my pants. I handed her the keys when we got to the door, and after a minute of fumbling, she managed to get it unlocked and we entered.

First thing she said was "Sorry it's not big, but I live alone, so it's big enough for me." I mumbled something about it being a nice house. Then she walked back toward the bedroom and said "I need a shower." I said "Oh. OK" She stopped, turned to me, smiled, and took off her shirt. "That was an IN-VI-TAY-SHUN, I don't expect you to wait out here, silly!" Then she slid out of her skirt and panties, turned, and walked naked back to the bathroom.

It is safe to say that I followed, faster than the roadrunner, leaving a little "me" shaped cloud of smoke where I had been standing. I stripped down while I walked, and was wearing only my tighty whities and socks when I reached the bathroom door. She was bending over, starting the water to let it heat up. I removed the socks and underwear and stepped over to touch her. Her skin was so soft and smooth. When my hard cock poked her on her hip, she chuckled and said "Oh, someone's ready!"

She turned to me, gripping my cock, and started kissing me. I could feel her nipples, hard against my chest. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against her bush as she stroked it. She looked even hotter in the well lit bathroom than she did in the dark bar. But I was suddenly fully aware that she was twice as old as I was. This was a beautiful, mature woman. I was a college kid.

She disengaged and turned back to the shower, never letting go of my cock, testing the water with her other hand. When she got it adjusted, she literally dragged me in by the balls, not hurting me, but giving me time to advance as she pulled me into the shower with her.

The shower experience was dizzying. She was horny, and there was very little foreplay. She got us wet, rubbed my cock against her pussy, and reached down with her other hand to spread her lips open wide. She whispered in my ear, "Ready to give m my birthday present?" her pussy was drenched with water and also her own juices, so warm and slick, and she guided my cock straight in with no resistance, letting out a small "mmmmm" sound. She finally let go of my cock and put her arms around my neck, holding me close, kissing me, grinding and twisting her hips to get her clit rubbing against my shaft, now fully inserted.

This continued for a couple of minutes, no thrusting, just maintaining that depth, stimulating her clit, kissing, touching, feeling the hot water running over our naked bodies. Her hip movements started to become more urgent, but when I tried to thrust out and back in, she said "Don't!", grabbed my ass and held me tightly inside her, twisting and bucking even harder. She finally shuddered and screamed, collapsing in my arms, still soft and sexy and beautiful, but still.

I had never seen anything like this before in my limited experience, so I didn't know what to do. I stayed perfectly still, holding her naked body, my cock deep inside her. I wanted to pull back and start thrusting, but I didn't know if she wanted me to. I moved my hips just slightly, and she put her hand lower and said "Wait!"

After another20-30 seconds of stillness, she raised her head, looked me in the eye, and let out a big breath. "Wow! That was a big one!" Then she kissed me, more gently than before.

Stupid 18-year old me said "Did you cum?" She laughed and said "Oh, yes, I came on that beautiful cock of yours, harder than I have in a long time! Did you think I was faking it?!" I said "No! I've just never seen that before, at least not like that. It was awesome!" Then I realized that I was standing with this beautiful woman, still naked, still in the shower, still holding her, and still inside her. Having what was becoming a conversation.

Of course, I was still horny as fuck, so I went straight to the point... "Are we done now?" She laughed and said "Only if you want to be done, and...", looking down at my cock inside her pussy, "... I don't think you want us to be done!" "I laughed and said "No, I don't, but I didn't want to assume anything!" She kissed me and said "Babe, after making me cum like that, you can do with me what you want, I owe you big time!"

So I looked into her beautiful eyes, slowly withdrew halfway, and slowly thrust back in. She smiled and purred. I repeated. A third and fourth time, picking up the pace. She wrapped her arms firmly around my neck and said "You got me?" I said yes, and she lifter her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her back against the wall. I held her up by her sexy ass, and this gave me a much better angle, each thrust was going deeper, her pussy still so slick with her cum.

Through a combination of the angle and my cock size (not huge, but about 8 inches, and very thick), I think I was reaching new depths, because her tone changed, first to surprise, then it sounded like a little bit of pain, except that she was saying "Oh, yes, yes, you're so deep, fuck me harder..." And so I did.

I fucked her against that shower wall, her beautiful tits bouncing, nipples rubbing against my chest. I gripped her ass like I was squeezing a couple of stress balls, and pounded my cock as deep inside her as I could. We kissed, tongues tangling, full sensation of our bodies in contact from my cock to my face. She broke the kiss and said "I'm on the pill, it's ok," and that was all I needed.

I rammed my cock even deeper than before, held it there, and blasted my hot load deep inside her. She moaned, not screaming like when she had cum, but in satisfaction that she had returned the favor to me. My cock pumped, 3, 4, 5 hard shots. Then smaller aftershocks as we held each other.

She kissed me gently, smiled, and said "Well done. Now let's get cleaned up." And so we gently washed each other, still a sexual experience, exploring her naked body, but much different from the hot fucking a few minutes earlier. I traced her curves, caressed her pussy, teasing but not attempting to arouse. She cleaned my cock, gently rubbing the head, fondling my balls. More kissing, but it was much more patient. I completely enjoyed the simple act of being naked in the shower with this beautiful woman. it was like Round 2, but entirely different from Round 1.

After showering, we dried and dressed. She kissed me and said "This was the best birthday ever! But this can't happen again. You were right, Ellen's going to be PISSED! But she'll get over it. What she wouldn't get over is if this became a regular thing. And you don't need some old woman, you should go find some college girl you can share that cock with." I agreed, had actually called this earlier but Jen convinced me to ignore that concern. And besides, I would be going back to college in a few weeks.

So I got ready to leave, realizing that Sean was supposed to have picked me up. Looking out the window, his car was nowhere in sight. But Jen was ready for bed and I didn't want to make it more awkward for her, so I told her I hope she had as much fun as I did (she kissed me and said "Don't worry, pretty sure we were even as far as having fun"), and I walked down the street to an all night donut shop on the corner. From there, I called Sean and asked him to come get me.

He arrived about 15 minutes later. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. First words out of his mouth when I got into the car were "What the fuck?! I knocked on the door, you didn't hear me?!" Oops. Must've been just after we stepped into the shower. "Sorry, we were kind of busy, didn't hear you knocking." "How the fuck could you NOT hear me knocking?!" I thought he already knew what had happened, but apparently he was going to make me say it out loud. "You must not have gotten here until after we got into the shower."

Sean was still either not catching on, or not willing to let it slide. "Oh, shit, did she puke on herself? Did you leave her in the shower?!" I looked at him, and I could tell he wasn't understanding what had gone down. "Sean, we were in the shower. Together."

"Dude, that's my MOM's FRIEND! I've known her all my life, she's almost like my aunt!" I apologized, said a few things about us both being consenting adults (he quickly yelled "She's old enough to be your mom!"), said that she was the initiator and had a REALLY great birthday (he probably could have gone without hearing that part), and that it was never going to happen again, I didn't even have her phone number.

So Sean took me home, and after a few days, he got over it. I was smart enough to never ask about Jen, but I did hold out hope for a few years afterwards that we might run into each other at a bar one night. It never happened, we just ran with different crowds.