'Bobby, what is the horniest experience you have ever had?' Jenny asks after cleaning herself up and changing into her loungewear.
'You mean apart from fucking you?' I ask as I watch her prepare herself a sandwich, whilst wondering if that nice tight ass is hurting beneath those grey shorts she is wearing.
She turns to me and rolls her eyes. 'I don't believe that for a minute. Do you want a sandwich?'
I shake my head. 'No thanks, I am going out for a meal later with the lads; it's Jacko's birthday.'
Jenny shrugs. 'Okay, well, let's take ourselves and your story into the conservatory.'
We sit in silence as Jenny eats her sandwich. As you know, she is cute and very accommodating, but I am busy thinking about what tale to tell her. She finishes her sandwich and settles back in her chair, taking a sip of wine.
'Well, go on, Bobby, tell me the horniest thing you have done, and I will keep repeating myself until you do fess up. You know I can be persistent when I want to be.'
'Why do you want to know?'
Jenny shrugs. 'Because I like your stories and your fantasies, you should know that by now.'
'I lost my virginity to my friend's mother. Is that horny enough for you?'
Jenny raises her eyebrows. 'Really? Which friend?'
I laugh. 'I'm hardly going to tell you that am I?'
'Spoilsport. Well, go on then tell me all about it, I am all ears.'
'I was eighteen, and my friend's mother had just turned forty, if you must know.'
Jenny lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag before blowing smoke rings. 'Quite an age difference. I take it she was a real MILF then?'
I nod. 'Oh yes, all my friends wanted to fuck her, and she knew it as well. However, I guess I must have been the chosen one.'
'What did she look like?'
'I'd say about five foot six, long dark hair, massive tits and a beautiful face. Her gorgeous brown eyes gave her a look of innocence, but there was an air of naughtiness about her.'
'How did it all come about?' Jenny asks, flicking her ash into the ashtray.
'At a Halloween party. My friend's mother had made a very potent punch for us all, as well as nibbles, of course. She was going to a party herself, so that meant we had the house all to ourselves later to get pissed and do whatever teenagers do.'
Jenny giggles. 'That's the kind of thing my mum does, isn't it? This one falls into the same category, the mums who want to appear cool in front of their children's friends.'
I nod. 'Exactly. Anyway, I was in the kitchen chatting to her, and I became conscious of the fact that I could see her nipples through her white t-shirt, and she was wearing these extremely tight black jeans that showed off her taut arse. The conversation turned a little flirty because the punch I had drank suddenly kicked in, and my confidence was sky-high. I thought to myself, you are on a winner here, Bobby, and then suddenly, mid-conversation, she told me that she had to go and start getting ready, and she just left me there, horny and hard.'
'That was very naughty of her,' Jenny admits.
'It was weird because she had never had that effect on me before. I went back to the party but needed a pee, so I went upstairs to the toilet. When I came out, my friend's mum was walking out of the adjoining bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head in a turban thing and another towel draped across her body, which scooped down a little so I could see her back. For some weird reason, I noticed her shoulders first and then her legs and the wiggle of her ass beneath the towel made me hard again.
‘I was just considering going back into the toilet for a quick wank when she turned and smiled at me and motioned for me to follow her, so I did, and we ended up in her bedroom.'
'Naughty bitch,' Jenny exclaims. 'A risk taker as well. Where was her husband?'
I shrug. 'I don't know; I was hardly thinking about the logistics at the time, Jenny, so I'm not going to start thinking about them now, am I?'
'No, I suppose not, carry on.'
'Once in the bedroom, I saw her chosen attire for the evening on her bed: a pair of black stockings, a black basque thing, frilly panties and a military cap. She had a pair of killer stiletto patent leather shoes at the side of the bed with chains on them. She noticed me looking at them and started giggling.
“Oh, I am going to a fancy dress, Bobby,” she said, “but one with a difference.”