Jason had a very pretty little girlfriend called Miranda. All of his friends were jealous of him as she was very petite with long blonde hair. He really liked her too but had a secret crush on her Mother. Miranda's mother was also petite and blonde but she had more mature looks and bigger breasts which Jason loved. He often found himself thinking about her when he was having sex with Miranda and although he knew this was not right, he could not help himself. He often hoped that she might walk in on them, push her daughter aside and take Jason instead.

He had no idea why he thought this, perhaps because she was so like her daughter that he was obviously so attracted to or because she was untouchable as it would obviously be unacceptable for him to be with her. He tried to ignore his feeling and hoped that they would disappear with time but it seemed to be getting worse, to the point that he wondered whether he was only dating Miranda because he wanted to see her Mother.

Miranda's mother was open minded too, which help fuel Jason's fantasies. She let him stay over with Miranda and let them stay together in the same room so that they could have sex if they wanted, which they often did. They had even done it on the sofa when Miranda's mother was away one weekend. Jason had hoped that they might be able to do it in her mothers bed but Miranda was grossed out by the idea. Jason had often imagined smelling her scent on the sheets and wondering what she would think if she smelt his on them afterwards.

One day, he was staying there as usual and it was early evening. Miranda had a phone call from her boss at work and he asked if she could do the evening shift. She had agreed and had gone out and they had decided that Jason should stay and he would be there when she got back later. This was the first time he had been in the house alone with Miranda's mother and his heart was pounding from the minute the idea that he stayed was raised by Miranda.

Miranda's Mother busied herself in the kitchen cooking a meal for them, Miranda would eat at work. She soon had something ready and they sat down at the highly polished dining room table to eat it. She was good at small talk and so there were no awkward silences as she poured him and her a glass of wine and served up the starter which was asparagus with parma ham.

Jason had been brought up properly and so he waited for her to start eating before he did. He noticed that she picked up the asparagus spear with her finger and gently bit off the top and then ran her tongue down the stalk to catch the butter that was running down it before gently taking another bite. She raised her eyes to his and gave him a wicked grin. Jason was confused now, he could see that she was coming on to him, she obviously knew how he felt about her but this was not a nice thing for a mother to do to her daughter.

He tried to ignore her for a bit, but she repeated her behaviour with each pieces of asparagus and then disappeared in to the kitchen to get the roast. She asked him to carve and as he stood beside her chair with the knife, slicing off some pieces of the meat, her felt her hand grab one of his buttocks. He had never thought before, that his fantasy might come true and he was now really confused as to what to do. As he leaned over to place some pieces of meat on her plate, his eyes fell to look in her cleavage. He could see the tops of her firm breasts and longed to touch that delicate skin, he knew that he was putty in her hands now.

They finished eating and she cleared the plates announcing that it was now time for dessert. She brought no more food through and just put some slow music on and asked him to dance. She pulled him close and he knew that she would be able to feel his erection as she pressed her hips hard against him. He could feel her breasts pressing in to him, much bigger than Miranda's and she was much more forceful. He liked the fact that he had not had to make the first move, well any moves at all. He could relax and just let her do with him whatever she wanted and that is what she did.

She soon took him upstairs to her bedroom and opened up the white sheets of her bed. Then she took off his shirt, trousers and shoes so that he just stood there in his underwear. He took off his socks and when he looked back up she had taken off her top and was undoing her bra. He watched as her breasts came bouncing out of their prison and her nipples pointed straight at him invitingly. He continued to watch as she removed her skirt and knickers and he saw that she had the same soft hair, neatly trimmed like her daughter.

She walked towards him and pushed her nipple in his mouth and guided his hand to her pussy. She was so wet and he eased his fingers inside her to get her ready for him. She was soon guiding him to the bed and she laid him on his back and stroked his cock a little, until she was sure that it was ready for her. She then crouched over him and guided him inside her and putting one hand each side of him she slid herself up and down his cock. Her pussy was even tighter than her daughters and she squeezed him as she slid. It felt amazing and he knew that he would come soon as the reality was even better than the fantasy.

He watched her breasts bouncing as her actions got quicker. She was panting now and moaning as she was coming close to orgasm. He was matching her rhythm and soon they both came hard, he spurted his juices deep inside her as she screamed with pleasure squeezing every last drop out of him with her pussy.

When they were done, she spoke to him firmly and explained that Miranda must never know what went on and that it would never happen again. He agreed and headed to the shower to freshen up before his girlfriends return.