Patrick Lawton was downcast because there seemed to be nothing but obstacles between him and being with the woman that he loved, Amala Gupta. The main obstacle was that forty-seven-year-old Amala was the mother of seventeen-year-old Patrick's best friend but as Sunil had been away from home for a few days the age-difference lovers had had some time together.

Patrick had only very recently lost his virginity to Amala and he wanted to be with her every minute of every day but with Sunil now back home, getting time with Amala would be very difficult. Amala also longed to have Patrick between her legs again but she was a bit more rational in seeing the problems.

Another problem was Fiona Brabrook who lived next door to the Gupta's because Fiona not only liked to know other people's business, she also liked to tell others about it and Amala thought that Fiona suspected that Patrick had visited her whilst Sunil was away. She did not think that Fiona knew it otherwise half the town would know it now but it was just that a couple of remarks that Fiona had made had got Amala concerned and desperate to keep news of her involvement with Patrick a secret.

Sunil noticed that his mother seemed a bit restless since his return home, and also strangely secretive when her mobile buzzed to indicate that she had got a text.

When Amala replied to his 'Who was that?' question by saying that it was her friend Priti that owned the shop that Amala occasionally helped in, Sunil did not believe her but then felt guilty about questioning and then disbelieving his own mother.

In fact, Sunil was correct in not believing her because the text was from Patrick almost begging Amala to meet him but she did not answer straight away which prompted a second text and another question from Sunil, "Was that Priti again, why don't you answer her?"

"Yes, I will phone her in a minute," replied Amala wondering how she could justify going out of the room to make the call.

Actually, that bit was made easy for Amala because Sunil then got a call from one of his friends, Michael Rumbold, so he wandered off talking into his phone. Amala sent a text to Patrick saying that he had to be careful about contacting her and he immediately responded saying: 'please call me now.'

With Sunil having gone upstairs whilst talking to Michael, Amala went into the back garden and, having made sure that Fiona did not appear to be in her garden, she phoned Patrick.
 

"Hello, baby, we must be careful about contact, " Amala said.

"I know but I want to see you, to be with you," said an almost tearful Patrick.
 

"I want that too, I really do," replied Amala honestly.

As Patrick continued to beg to see her, Amala's mind went into overdrive, "Look, I know it is not the same but why don't you come around here to see Sunil?" she asked but then wondered about the wisdom of the suggestion.

"But I don't want to see Sunil, I want to see you," insisted Patrick.

"Well you will see me, not in the way that we want but that is better than nothing isn't it?" said Amala, still unsure as to whether that was a good idea.
 

"I suppose so," replied Patrick and Amala went back indoors to find that Sunil had finished his conversation and was back downstairs.
 

"You phoned Priti then?" said Sunil seeing a slightly worried-looking Amala with her phone in her hand.

"Um, yeah, it is possible that she might need me at short notice sometimes," said Amala knowing that that explanation might get her some time out of the house but also knowing that she was risking being found out.

About twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and although Amala had a good idea who it would be she said to Sunil, "Can you get that please, Sunil?"

Sunil opened the door to his friend Patrick, whom he had not seen for a week and even before that their relationship had seemed a bit strained for a few days for reasons that Sunil had no idea about.

"Who is it?" called Amala from the kitchen although she felt both nervous and excited that it was almost certainly her young lover.

"It's Patrick," replied Sunil with the two youths still standing a bit awkwardly at the door.

"Ask him in for a coffee then," suggested Amala who, so far, had resisted the urge to see Patrick face to face.

"I am going out to meet Michael in a few minutes," said Sunil, informing his mother of something that was news to her.

Again Amala's mind went into overdrive because Patrick being there and Sunil going out was perfect in some ways but how could she justify Patrick being there when her son was not?
 

"Well ask him in, I am getting the coffee ready," said Amala, still unsure of what to do when Sunil goes out.
 

Sunil, a bit reluctantly, stood back and Patrick walked in and as he reached the kitchen Amala beamed, "Hello Patrick, I have not seen you for a while, how are you?" and then thought she might have overdone it because Fiona knew that she and Patrick had recently met in the shop but thankfully Sunil did not know that.

"Hello, Mrs Gupta, I am well thank you, are you?" said Patrick, struggling to keep up the pretense as he looked at the woman that he was longing to fuck again.

Amala handed Patrick a cup of coffee and their fingers touched and their eyes met. Although Sunil was also in the kitchen the two lovers were in a world of their own.

"I am just going to have a quick shower before I go and meet Michael," said Sunil who sort of knew something 'strange' seemed to be going on but he was unsure what.

"Okay, Philip and I will chat for a minute," smiled Amala who was already calculating whether they might be able to have a quick fuck.

Once Sunil had gone upstairs and  Amala heard the bathroom door close she said to Patrick, "Get your jeans undone and sit on that chair, we do not have long," as she reached under her skirt and removed her knickers.

Patrick was a bit slow to react so Amala undid the bewildered youth's jeans and lowered his underpants slightly before taking his almost fully erect cock in her hand and sitting Patrick on a kitchen chair.

With Patrick still really not seeming to understand what was going on, Amala put her legs on either side of the seated teenager and rubbed his now fully erect cock against her cunt lips before guiding his penis into her. Patrick had now caught up with what was happening and the lovers kissed as Amala slowly moved up and down on the penis that impaled her. She adjusted her position slightly and put her arms over Patrick's shoulders as she now moved faster and faster up and down Patrick's rod.

They were moving with urgency, not least because Sunil could appear at any time, and they were both panting until Amala announced, "Baby, I am going to cum, oh fuck," and then she giggled as she felt Patrick spurt into her.

They both knew that time was very short so they had one more kiss before Amala dismounted and wiped both of their sexual regions with kitchen roll before she scrambled back into her knickers and Patrick raised his backside off the chair to enable himself to adjust his clothing.

Amala had just moved away to stand near the worktop and Patrick had started gulping at his coffee when they heard Sunil coming back down the stairs.

Amala hoped that Sunil did not notice her panting as she struggled to get her breath back after her ride and Patrick hoped that Sunil did not notice the silly grin that must have been on his face.

"I am going to meet Michael now, you coming Pat?" said Sunil and Amala had to fight to suppress a giggle at those last three words.

"Um, yeah, yeah, good to see you again Mrs Gupta," said Patrick as he stood up and hoped that there was no cum on his jeans.

"Yes, good to see you too Patrick, see you again soon I hope," said Amala and as Patrick followed Sunil out of the kitchen and turned to face her, she mouthed, 'I will text you'. to which Patrick nodded before smiling at the blown kiss that Amala gave him.
 

Patrick went off with Sunil and they joined up with Michael and hung around in town for a while. Patrick kept hoping for a text from Amala but she was not planning on texting him whilst he was likely to be with her son.

Michael and Sunil decided to go to the cinema and although Patrick was interested in seeing the film that they had selected, he had an idea of how he could better spend his time.

Amala answered her mobile, "Hello, baby."

"Sunil and Michael have gone to the cinema, can I come and see you?" asked Patrick.

Amala knew that they could have perhaps two hours or more together but there was the problem of Patrick being seen, especially by Fiona, if he was at the house when Sunil was not there, "Yeah, but come around the back and phone again when you get here," replied Amala.

To Amala's delight, she saw Fiona go out from next door just after Patrick phoned so when he called again a few minutes later and with Amala being certain that Fiona had not returned she happily told him that it was okay to come in the back door.

They kissed when Patrick came in and Amala said, "Come on, let's go to bed," before leading her young hunk up the stairs.

They rapidly got each other naked and Amala said, "I want you to fuck me from behind," something that they had not done previously.

Amala got on the bed on all fours and Patrick looked at her truly beautiful, shapely arse and then positioned himself with his erect cock near to her cunt. As with almost everything that had occurred between him and Amala, this was new to him but with both Patrick and Amala making adjustments to their positions and with Amala reaching back with her hand to help with the exact positioning of Patrick's penis he felt himself sliding smoothly into her wet vagina.

The next few minutes were spent with them both getting wonderful sexual feelings as the seventeen-year-old youth slid his cock in and out of the forty-seven-year-old woman.

"Um yeah, faster babe," panted Amala in encouragement and Patrick obliged by moving his hips quicker and thrusting harder.

"Fuck, oh shit, yeah," breathed Amala as Patrick's body slapped against her backside with each thrust and Patrick was now groaning as he slammed in and out.

Amala was gripping the headboard of the bed and the bed was creaking as their lovemaking went on and on and she then screamed as she orgasmed. On and on Patrick went and he had his hands on Amala's thighs as he felt himself about to ejaculate.

He had not yet learned the possibility of holding back an ejaculation so once he felt his spunk rising he could not stop it and he duly creamed, once again, in Amala's cunt, much to the delight of both of them.

They lay together kissing and caressing and professing their love for each other but, although they knew that Sunil should be a while yet, they knew that they could not risk being caught. At Amala's suggestion, Patrick had a quick shower as she watched and teased but they then knew it would be wise for him to get dressed and to leave.

Patrick had just about finished getting dressed when the doorbell rang, "Shit, who can that be?" said the still naked Amala.

She thought of ignoring it but she looked out of the bedroom window and saw Fiona down below, "Fuck, it is Fiona," Amala said to Patrick but not expecting a response.

As seemed to happen frequently in recent times Amala's brain worked fast and she thought it best to answer the door so she threw a bath towel around herself and went downstairs. She partly opened the door and said, "Hello Fiona, I was about to have a bath," and hoped that she did not sound nervous.

"Oh sorry, Amala, I was just wondering if you wanted to come to my house for a coffee," said the visitor.

Her first reaction was to decline but she was now always concerned about raising Fiona's suspicions so she replied, "Um, yes thanks the bath can wait, give me ten minutes," which seemed to please Fiona.

With Fiona having gone Amala now had the problem of getting Patrick out of the house without him being seen by the nosey neighbour but, having got dressed, she could see Fiona in her kitchen preparing the coffee so she ushered Patrick out of the front door.

They had managed another undetected fuck but each time the possibility of getting caught one day increased. Amala and Patrick both wanted their relationship to continue but all the external problems remained.