Jerry had to shake his head and blink to convince himself it wasn’t just his imagination. Had he passed through a time warp?

In the yard next door, a woman, stretched out on her back on a yoga mat, was reading a book. Her bikini left little untanned. The sun that had bronzed her skin had gilded the waves of hair that cascaded to her shoulders.

Her full natural breasts were spread and separated somewhat, challenging the thin straps and tiny triangles of fabric to keep her legal. Below her slim torso, another triangle drew his eyes to her long, shapely legs.

Mrs. Wilson looked as good as she did twenty years ago, he thought. Had his eyes, which had aged the same amount, changed his perception? Perhaps his experiences with women had altered his aesthetic values. Back then, he had jerked off watching her through his bedroom window on many occasions.

When she had clothes on, she was mother to Laurie, a classmate but not a friend. A cheerleader, she didn’t socialize with chess club members like Jerry. She was pretty but had smiles only for the right people. It hadn’t stopped him from stroking himself when she would join her mom, albeit in a more modest one-piece suit. He would shift his gaze between them, but it would be Mrs. Wilson at the finish.

One reason would be that her skimpy bottom would leak some pubic hair; a mere glimpse would send him over the edge. With fond memories, he fetched the binoculars from the closet and dared to use them. Cursing the current fashion of shaving or waxing, he could not see a trace of pubes. But then he discovered something.

Neatly tattooed on her side above the waist was a tennis-ball-size face of a tiger, their school mascot—it was Laurie, not her mother! The cheerleaders all got the unauthorized tattoos. Although normally hidden, at parties they would tie their blouses to expose their midriffs and show them off.

Jerry surveyed Laurie’s body through the binoculars. Genetics seemed to have made her a clone of her mother at this age, at least to the accuracy of his horny memory. He was about to stop when as if on cue, she rolled onto her stomach and even reached back to untie her top. With the thong bottom, this side of her was essentially naked. He paused to linger on the smooth globes of her ass.

He decided to get a closer look. Stopping to piss and lose his hard-on, he boldly walked out the back door to go reintroduce himself.

Just as he stepped onto their property, a voice called out, “Is that you Jeremiah?” He hated his full name, recalling the teasing he got when teachers would use it. Since he left town, he was always “Jerry”.

His irritation evaporated when he turned and saw the source—Mrs. Wilson, dressed in a sleeveless top and shorts, beckoned to him. He lamented turning toward her only for a moment as he took in the older, but still sexy version of herself. Her legs were just as long and her skin was still smooth, a lighter tan probably due to less time in the sun. Instead of flowing locks, a stylish bob belied her age.

“Are you here for the reunion?” she asked, then called to her daughter, “Laurie, dear, Jerry is back, come and say hello!”

“Yeah,” he said. “Also, my parents are on a cruise, so I’ll be here taking care of the dog until they get back.”

He was sorry he missed watching Laurie walk over because up close, she was even hotter than through the binoculars.

“Hi, Jer,” she said. “I wondered if that was you. Haven’t seen you in years.”

“Hey, Laurie, I didn’t know you had a sister,” he teased with the old line. It made her mom laugh at the compliment and her sneer at the insult of being compared to each other, so he got both reactions he wanted.

“I usually visit my parents at their place in Florida for Christmas, so I haven’t had a reason to come back here,” he explained. He was so glad when he got out of this suburb, that he hadn’t planned to return. He wouldn’t have bothered attending the reunion, except for the cruise. He suspected his parents had scheduled it just to have a reason for him to be in town.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough sun for one day?” the mother asked.

“I guess,” the daughter sounded unhappy. She slowly walked to enter the house.

“Why don’t you and Jerry have dinner tonight?” she suggested. “You can try that new place. I have a coupon.”

“If it’s okay with him,” was Laurie’s unenthusiastic response between two sighs.

Jerry, however, was thrilled. He hadn’t imagined she would be available or interested and magically he had a date with her. “That would be great! Pick you up at seven?”

Laurie said nothing as she entered the house.

“It will be good for her to get out of the house,” Mrs. Wilson spoke quietly. “Since Greg broke their engagement, she moved back in here and just mopes around.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “I know you aren’t planning to stay long, but it would be great if you could show her a good time. She needs to get back out there.”

He could not believe that his adolescent fantasy was fixing him up with her bodacious daughter.

Laurie came out when he drove up to the house. The summery peach spaghetti-strap dress was short and low-cut. He suspected her mother suggested the outfit.

Sharing some wine at the restaurant, she brought him up to date on her two-and-a-half husbands. The third wedding was being planned when the groom bailed out.

“With the reunion coming up, I think he decided he’d rather be single for it,” she said with bitterness. “He’ll come crawling back after he sees the other options. He’s not going to find someone better than this.” She waved her hand down her body.

“That’s for sure!” he agreed. “When I saw you out there today, I just…,” he struggled to find a polite way to finish the sentence. “Well, you were pretty in high school, but now you’re gorgeous!”

“Yeah, I remember you watching my mom and me,” she laughed.

Jerry turned scarlet. They had known!

“I never told her, but I saw you with the binoculars. I liked the idea of making the neighbor boy horny.” She emptied her glass, and he refilled it, almost knocking it over when she added, “Did you jerk off to me?”

His unsuppressible reaction confirmed her suspicion. But he would never admit that it was her mother more than her that made him spurt on so many warm summer days.

“Yeah,” he confessed. “What was a virgin nerd to do?”

“You’ve filled out nicely,” she said. “I would never have dated you then, but I would now. At least, that’s what my mother hopes.”

“Well, if it will make your mother happy…,” he joked. “Look, if you have better things to do, I’ll keep my distance. But I’m here for two weeks and don’t have any plans, so maybe we can find something fun to do together.”

“This may work out,” she gulped the last of her wine. “You see, in a place like this, everyone knows about Greg and me and figures we’ll get back together, so no guy wants to waste their time on me. Maybe you and I can convince them I’m not waiting for him. Let’s go.”

He flagged down the waitress and paid the check. When he rose and held her chair, Laurie stood, turned, and gave him a hug, tilting her head up for a kiss. It was deep and hot as she rubbed her body against him long enough to draw stares.

“Just a show for the locals,” she whispered. “Soon everyone will know.”

He was self-conscious of his erection as they walked to the car with her hanging on him. When he held the door for her, she reached to squeeze the lump. “I see I’ve started more than a rumor.”

Before he could start the car, Laurie removed his uncertainty. “I could use a good fuck. I haven’t had any in two months because of that asshole,” she griped. “Take me to your place.”

Jerry used the remote to open the door to the attached garage, but she opened the car door.

“Park here, I want the neighborhood to see me going in,” she giggled. “Especially my mom.”

He turned off the car and she ran ahead to the door. As he fumbled for the key, she pressed her soft breasts against his back—more performance for the locals, he thought.

He had been using his parents’ king-size bed instead of the small single in his old room. Laurie wasted no time slipping out of her dress, then ducking into the bathroom. It gave him time to find his condoms and strip to his boxers.

He couldn’t help staring at her full, perfect breasts, her nipples surrounded by a minimum of pale skin. Stepping out of her panties, she rolled onto the bed, showing off her shaved pussy.

Jerry almost jumped out of his underwear to join her. As their tongues danced, he massaged those magnificent mounds while she tugged his pole. She let him bury his face between them and suck on her nipples, but when he started to move lower, she interrupted.

“Some other time I’ll be happy for you to lick me,” she said, “but I’m plenty ready right now.” She moved his hand to her crotch and pressed his fingers into her slippery slit. “I need a dick deep inside me.”

He rolled away a bit to grab a condom. She got on her hands and knees on the bed. “Get a condom for your thumb, too,” she said. “I love one in my butt when I’m about to cum.”

As he dressed his cock and readied an extra for his thumb, she added some instructions, “No hair-pulling, no slapping.” He wouldn’t have dared unless requested anyhow.

Kneeling behind her, he aimed between her thighs. She reached underneath and pointed him to the spot, pushing back with a sigh. He inched into her, letting her control his penetration. Her hips danced a bit then she settled into a rocking motion.

His spread fingers gripped her tanned globes as he steadied himself and began fucking counterpoint to her movement. Seeing up close the blond head, the curve of her back, and the luscious butt that he had leered at through the binoculars that afternoon, he recalled his initial assumption that she was Mrs. Wilson. The impression that he was fucking the MILF of his teen years flashed through him like a bolt of lightning, and it was all he could do to resist exploding.

Desperate, he grabbed Laurie’s hips and pulled her tightly against him, holding her still. Asserting himself, he slowly began to fuck her at his pace, keeping himself under control.

“Yeah, as deep as you want,” she urged, misinterpreting his motives. “I’m almost there.” She lowered her head and left shoulder to the bed, her left hand moving faster against her pussy.

Jerry took the moment to fit the waiting condom onto his thumb. Looking down at her upturned ass, he teased her opening with it. She held herself still, surrendering to his thrusting.

“Now,” she groaned. It took some pressure and wiggling to breach the pucker. As his fingers pressed into her left cheek, he corkscrewed her butthole with his thumb. The way Laurie’s body shook, he guessed it was good enough and he focused on pounding his dick into her.

As the taste of orgasm rose in him, his mind recognized this body and that feeling from two decades ago. The imprint of those repeated moments reawoke a freshness and intensity of pleasure that overwhelmed him.

He was hardly aware of Laurie’s moans and gyrations as she reached her peak. His hips drove with primitive fury as he erupted inside her. She had stopped moving before his frenzy subsided and he halted at his maximum depth.

Shivers of delight echoed between them as Jerry stirred her sockets with both prongs. When they dissipated, he moved next to her and she rolled onto her side.

First-time post-sex conversations were always awkward—if you say it was great it sounds like you’re fishing for compliments. But Jerry was feeling guilty. He could not banish her mother from his thoughts. Trying to rationalize his mental infidelity, he wondered whose cock and thumb she had been visualizing.

“That was just what I needed,” sighed Laurie. Her turmoil, if any, had passed.

“Better than I ever imagined,” Jerry let slip a truth. He didn’t mean to remind her, but he wasn’t telling her anything new.

After a bit, she started looking for her clothes.

“You’re welcome to stay,” he said hopefully.

“Nah, I’m just next door, so not much of a walk of shame,” she chuckled.

He walked her home and they kissed by her front door. It was dark, so no one was going to see them, but it was as warm and passionate as their earlier performance.

After lunch the next day, Jerry texted her, “Want to put on another show? Public or private or both?” He added what he thought were appropriate emojis.

She called him immediately. “Jerry, I had a great time last night, really, but…,” she started. His heart sank. “The fact is that it worked! This is a small town. I’ve already heard from three guys, including Greg,” she laughed. “I think I should focus on someone who will be here.”

“I have no complaints,” he reassured her. “You know where to find me if you need me.”

It took all his self-control not to add, “Is your mother seeing anyone?”

The next two evenings, two different guys—neither Greg—picked her up, bringing her home well after midnight.

Returning from the grocery store on Friday, Jerry’s phone sounded as he turned into his driveway. It was from the Wilsons’ home phone. He hit the speaker button.

“Jerry, would you want to come over for dinner tonight?” It was Mrs. Wilson’s voice. “I’m in a little bit of a jam. I planned to make paella and got all the ingredients, but Laurie bailed on me. I could use some help making it and eating it before the seafood goes bad.”

Jerry hadn’t made any plans yet and was strangely excited at the prospect of being alone with Mrs. Wilson. “That sounds like fun,” he replied, shaking off the conceit and figuring it would be an early night. “What time?”

“The sooner you get here, the sooner you’ll eat,” she urged.

He put away the groceries he bought and raided his parents’ wine collection for something worthy of the fancy dish.

“It’s your fault, really,” Mrs. Wilson chuckled when he arrived. “You two made Greg so jealous, he’s determined to get Laurie back. She’ll probably spend the weekend letting him apologize and reminding him why he wanted to marry her in the first place, so I don’t think I’ll see much of her. I had planned this meal to cheer her up, but expected her to help make it.”

She set him to work peeling and de-veining shrimp and cleaning and de-bearding mussels while she did other things. Spanish club music pulsed in the background and he smiled to see her quick-stepping and shimmying to the beat.

“Are you trying to make me feel old? My name is Miriam!” she chided after the fourth time he called her “Mrs. Wilson.”

“Okay, Miriam, how fine should I dice these?” It would take some effort for him to think of her as a peer.

They drank some of the wine as they worked and she ended up talking about her divorce.

“He dumped me for his secretary. She’s younger than Laurie!” She shook her head. “I know after menopause I wasn’t into sex as much. It took more work to get me off. Of course, he slowed down, too, but he could just take a boner pill. She wanted a sugar daddy to buy her the things she couldn’t afford on her salary.”

Jerry tried to be sympathetic, but he blushed at her frankness. “We all get older, but I don’t know how he could walk away from a wife as vivacious and attractive as you are.” His eyes scanned her from behind as she worked at the counter. Her tennis outfit was more than a fashion statement; probably from her frequent games, her bare arms and legs were shapely and tanned and her round butt was firm under the short skirt.

“It’s true, all the guys thought you were a MILF,” the wine helped loosen his lips more than he intended. “Porn may call women in their late twenties MILFs. But for us, it meant being at least old enough to be one of our mothers. And you were definitely hot enough to inspire your share of wet dreams.”

Back then, compared to the superficial budding femininity of girls like her daughter, she represented the complex full flower of womanhood, so mysterious to his eyes and imagination. Years later, Laurie had grown into the physicality of a woman; her eyes and demeanor made her transparently sexual. In contrast, her mature mother, despite crow’s feet, with a glance and a smile suggested hidden exquisite possibilities for those who earned her favor.

It was her turn to blush. “Well, I certainly noticed some of Laurie’s classmates staring.” She kindly didn’t mention Jerry by name. “Sometimes I wondered if they knew I could see their erections,” she snickered. “It was flattering in a way, but the age difference made it weird.”

“Well, that didn’t stop your husband,” he reminded her. “I think it’s only fair for you to find a stud who doesn’t need to take a pill to make love to you.” Jerry was in dangerous territory, trying not to reveal that she was still a mother he would like to fuck.

“You’re sweet,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek as she turned to collect his vegetables.

Over dinner, the conversation was about what he had been doing since he left town, as well as more details about Laurie.

“I want to thank you for helping her out,” Miriam squeezed his hand. “You helped me as well since I was at a loss about what to do. She was so unhappy, and my social life suffered with her here moping around all the time. If she can get back on track and marry Greg and move out of the house, I’ll be able to get my friends to come over to play bridge again!”

Still holding his hand, she leaned close and spoke low. The wine was obviously affecting her. “Don’t tell her I told you, but she told me you two had sex.”

Jerry looked aghast at the revelation.

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” she pulled his hand. “I think it’s what she needed. You gave her some pleasure and reminded her why she should have a man in her life. Besides,” she chortled, “she said it was something you had been dreaming about for twenty years!”

Of course, he didn’t confess the truth that it was Mrs. Wilson—Miriam—that had fueled his dreams nor that he couldn’t separate that dream from the reality of her daughter last night, despite Laurie’s substantial hotness.

“Mrs. Wilson—sorry, Miriam—Laurie is a lovely person and I very much enjoyed being with her. It’s good to hear that she had as much fun as I did. But I don’t feel comfortable talking about it with her mother.” He tried to make the rebuke as gentle as possible as he gingerly retrieved his hand.

They loaded the dishwasher and straightened the kitchen before retiring to the living room for coffee and key lime pie.

“Will you watch a movie with me?” she suggested. “It’s a chick flick, but it was part of the Spanish theme for the night I had planned with Laurie.”

Jerry agreed and sat next to her on the small couch that offered the best viewing angle. The film took place in Ibiza and was a romance about an older man and woman.

“Laurie picked it,” she explained, “probably because it shows older people having sex. She’s always nagging me to get back out there.”

“It’s funny,” Jerry observed. “In real life, both the female and male leads have partners who are much younger. I wonder how they felt having to make out on set with someone their own age for a change!”

The plot included the man’s son and the woman’s daughter getting together, so it wasn’t just elder sex. With scenes on the topless beaches and with men in banana hammocks, there were plenty of hot bodies to see, in bed or out. The older pair even stripped down in public for a comedic moment.

Jerry glanced to see how Miriam was taking the more explicit action and caught her doing the same to him. She laughed nervously. “If I were watching with Laurie, we’d be counting boob jobs and stuffed jock straps. I’ve never seen so much waxed skin in one film.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You have to give them some credit for having real actors and a plot, but it was likely sold as a late-night cable skinflick.”

When it was over, they stood up to call it a night.

“I really enjoyed myself, Mis-Miriam,” he caught himself just in time. “The food was terrific and I am so glad I got a chance to get to know you a little better.”

Jerry leaned to give her a kiss on the cheek but she turned to meet his lips with hers. Pleasantly surprised, he lingered long enough for her to feel his sincerity.

She gave him what started as a social hug, but he was the first male body she had felt in quite a while, so she held him tighter and longer. He couldn’t help but reciprocate. Looking down into her eyes, he kissed her again—this time like he had in his dreams.

Caught in the moment, they suspended thought and enjoyed the closeness as one kiss led to another. Her soft breasts against his chest and her firm ass in his hand elicited the response that soon became obvious to her.

“I see you don’t need one of those pills to be turned on by me,” she whispered.

It broke the mood but called the question. Her eyes searched his. The thoughts he had been shoving to the back of his mind all night poured forth. He took a breath.

“No, Miriam, I don’t,” he stated firmly. “I’m no longer a horny virgin spying from next door. I’m an experienced man who is holding a beautiful, sexy, vibrant woman who he hopes will take him to her bedroom.”

“Jeremiah!” she sang, and her smile vanquished his cringe at that name. “You’re all grown up.”

He saw her expression change to one of concern as reality penetrated the fog of alcohol and hormones, but he interrupted her words with a deep kiss.

“It’s just tonight,” his breath was warm in her ear. “Whatever happens or doesn’t happen, we’ll be the same people tomorrow.”

After one more kiss, he released her, only his hand lightly holding hers, letting her decide to drop it and send him on his way—or not. Taking it firmly, she led him upstairs. He couldn’t figure out how to unfasten the tennis outfit, so she undressed to bra and panties while he stripped to his boxers.

Even in the low light, he could see she was Laurie’s mother. More athletic than her daughter, she nonetheless had the same hourglass figure and long legs. When he removed her sports bra, her breasts sagged but still overflowed his hands as he hefted their pillowy weight. With a kiss, he eased her onto her back. Gently sucking her nipples, he tried to erase the tension he sensed.

“Just let me take care of you for a while,” he cooed. “No rush. We have all night.”

With lips and fingers, he gradually roamed lower until he reached her panties. Noticing the curls that escaped the edges and puffed up the front part, he smiled to himself. He always enjoyed pubic hair as a bonus step in getting acquainted with a pussy.

With slow ceremony, he drew her panties down her hips and thighs, stroking her legs as he went until he slipped them off her feet. Kissing his way back up her legs, he teasingly avoided her crotch until he had circled it a few times.

He tickled his nose in her patch, inhaling her aroma as he opened her legs and took advantage of her natural state, nuzzling her vulva and inner thighs. His cock tingled as he recalled the effect of a wayward wisp seen through his binoculars.

Having completed his survey, he pressed more firmly, massaging the flesh underneath. Again, he navigated the topography, finding the divide and the protruding lips but not yet delving into them until he had kissed every surface. Only then did his damp tongue seek the crevices.

From her earlier comments, he expected less wetness, so he was not dismayed when he sought her nectar and found only a trace. Still, the iconic flavor inspired his mouth to water and he dampened her folds as he explored them. He was encouraged by her fingers in his hair as he identified her sensitive spots.

Her soft moan approved his finger circling but not entering her opening as his lips approached her apex. Bending her knees, she opened herself wider and he lapped the smooth inner flesh. Taking his time, he licked his way up and down, feeling her tense each time he approached her clit.

Finally, he cradled it between his lips evoking a long sigh.

Looking up her body, between the flattened mounds of her breasts, he saw Miriam looking down with some apprehension. She certainly had never anticipated the possibility of having the neighbor boy’s head busy between her legs—even if he was long past being a boy.

“Relax, I’m having fun down here,” he tried to alleviate any concerns she might have. “As long as it feels good, I’m happy to continue.”

Cunnilingus was one of his favorite things, so it was fine if it took her a while to get going. Probably trying too hard to show off his prowess, he applied his full range of techniques. Some elicited giggles; others, gasps that weren’t approving. When he settled into the traditional fare, sighs and soft moans were music to his ears.

His patience was rewarded as her ripening taste and aroma disclosed her developing response. She had dropped her hands when he had demonstrated he knew his way around, but as the tension grew in her legs, she once more guided his mouth.

“That’s it,” she exhaled loudly, her hips lifting as her hands pulled him tighter. He stiffened his tongue as he flicked, sensing her need and wanting so much to fulfill it.

Suddenly, her thighs snapped closed against his head. She shuddered as he kept licking, trying not to let her reaction interrupt the action that was producing it. Sooner than he wanted, she rolled on her side, curling into a ball and forcing his head away.

Sporadic breaths, almost sobs, were all that broke the silence. As she hugged her knees to her chest, he slid behind her, torso against her back, and softly caressed her hair and shoulder. A minute seemed like an hour until her breathing evened and she, at last, sighed, “Thank you for that. It’s been too long.” She languorously uncoiled and stretched her limbs. “It was so…,” she didn’t finish the thought.

She turned in his arms. When he kissed her, he saw the tears, but her smile dispelled his worry. He stroked from her head to her butt as their tongues danced between their lips. When she did the same, she encountered the boxers he still wore.

“Oops!” she said, sounding a little guilty. She slipped her hand in the front to discover his half-hard cock, which had been cycling between that and ready-to-burst all evening. Her eyes showed she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Miriam, why don’t we just rest for now?” he soothed. “There will be time for that later.”

He pulled the bedding over them and reached to turn off the lamp. Intertwining her legs with his, she pulled him close. Cuddling and kissing turned into sleep.

Never a morning person and with his body still on West Coast time,  he slept until she shook him awake.

“I’m making breakfast,” she announced, standing wearing a flowered robe and handing him a terry cloth one. “Come help.”

After a brief stop in the bathroom, where she had considerately set out a new toothbrush, they exchanged a minty-fresh kiss in the kitchen. Coffee was brewing and the griddle was hot. She had him warm the syrup and slice a few strawberries while she made the French toast.

“In case you’re worried, Laurie sent me a text saying not to expect her today. I guess things are good with Greg, so there’s no need for you to rush off,” she reported.

The coffee and breakfast helped relieve their slight hangovers, but as was often the case, the mood from the night before had evaporated in daylight. He felt awkward, seeing Mrs. Wilson instead of the woman he had slept with. Her expression and sparse remarks suggested she was also unmoored. He was formulating a comment when she interrupted.

“Jerry,” she paused to choose her words. “I don’t know exactly how we did what we did last night, but it was wondrous. You reawoke something in me that I had assumed was dead.” Her eyes shone with emotion. “I will cherish that, but I don’t think we can just get back into that moment.”

“I understand, Miriam,” he smiled reassuringly. “You aren’t the first woman—by far—who has looked at me in the morning and wondered why she hooked up with me!”

She looked aghast. “No, that’s not what I mean! I want to get back to that moment, but I don’t think I can.”

“Well we didn’t plan what happened last night, so let’s not assume what, if anything, will happen next.”

She didn’t look satisfied with his answer, so he tried to lighten the mood.

“That paella was tremendous,” he paused to take a sip of coffee. “It was the second tastiest thing I had last night!” he smirked and she couldn't hide a blushing grin.

“I feel guilty,” she admitted. “You made me feel so good, and I did nothing for you.”

“Oh, Miriam, I make love to give something, not in expectation of receiving something. Allowing me to be intimate with you was a precious gift you gave me. You owe me nothing more.”

“Well…, it’s not…, I mean…,” she was having difficulty finding the words, and Jerry couldn’t guess what was bothering her. “I just wanted…, but now I don’t….”

He took her hand to calm her. Focusing on their hands rather than meeting his gaze, she collected her thoughts and continued.

“Last night, you were so sweet with your compliments and stories. With the food and wine, I was feeling good and getting excited and it seemed like my body was working like it used to. And….” She took a breath. “I wanted to be a MILF. I wanted to be a mother you’d like to… fuck!” That last word took extra effort. It obviously wasn’t part of her regular vocabulary.

Jerry was grateful her eyes were closed because he couldn’t be sure what expression he had on his face. His heart raced. Rising to his feet, he pulled her to hers, wrapping her in a hug and kiss.

“Unless you want to go shopping for some more shellfish, we can’t recreate last night,” he conceded. “But there’s nothing I want to do more than fulfill that desire—yours as well as mine.”

Following her to her bedroom, something occurred to him. “There is one problem. I didn’t bring any condoms. I never expected….”

“You know I can’t get pregnant,” she teased.

“That’s not the only reason,” he reminded her. “If you want to get back in the game, you need to play by the current rules. But I’ll bet Laurie has a stash we can raid.”

Detouring to her daughter’s room, she opened the nightstand and found a few dozen of different kinds. He took a few of the most numerous ones so she wouldn’t miss them and also borrowed some lube.

Back in her room, Miriam removed her robe, revealing a lacy bra and panties that were probably not her usual undergarments. Jerry made a little show, slipping off his underwear first and flashing his ass, legs, chest, and crotch before flinging his robe with a flourish. She responded in kind, turning away before sliding her panties down her long legs as she undulated her hips, then turning back to teasingly unveil her full breasts. His eyes roamed her body, seeing more similarities than differences from her daughter’s despite noting time’s handiwork. His whistle and bobbing penis showed his appreciation.

She gingerly grasped his organ, grinning, “I think this is where we left off last night.”

Jerry hugged her to him as he sat back on the bed, pulling and rolling her over him next to him. She didn’t lose her grip on his shaft, squeezing and tugging, smiling as it expanded and hardened. Not wanting to get in the way or distract her, he massaged her breasts, fingering her nipples to stiffness. The combination of activities soon had him rigid and throbbing. Miriam pumped with both hands, extracting a moan as she felt his strength.

Wandering down between her legs, his fingers retraced the area he had explored in depth last night. His caresses matched hers, direct but with no urgency. Their squirming and sounds of approval grew more explicit.

“I want you inside me,” Miriam whispered, suddenly shy despite their mutual assumption.

She surely felt his rod spasm in her fingers indicating his enthusiasm. With a kiss, he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs.

He deftly slipped on the condom. Squirting some lube into his palm, he applied it to his knob the used his fingers to swirl some into her opening.

“Better slippery than sore,” he grinned. “If you want more, or if you’d rather do it yourself, just say so. No need to be self-conscious with someone you’re making love to.”

In his fantasies, it was always her introducing him to the mysteries of sex. Today, he felt like he was showing her its practicalities.

Bending for a deep kiss, he pressed his cockhead against her warm flesh. He paused in that long moment of truth: for him, to realize a decades-old dream; for her, to free her from her ex-husband.

Raising his head, he saw the anticipation in her eyes and tried to convey his longing through his. The light touch of her fingers on his ass was an irresistible force and he leaned into her.

“Yesssss,” she sighed when he paused and slowly withdrew. They shifted a bit to adjust the angle. Deeper this time, they ground together when he reached his limit, harmonizing moans. A few more and he began thrusting with confidence. She followed his rhythm. 

Looking down at her hopeful face, watching her breasts dance, feeling the heat of her cunt as he drove in and out, he remembered her earlier words.

“Miriam the MILF,” he crooned, slowing down, wanting to build gradually, to make it last. “Beautiful Miriam…, sexy Miriam…, horny Miriam…, you turn me on so much…, you make me feel so good…, I want to make you feel good…, I want to make you come on my cock….” As he spoke, he varied his speed and depth by turns, like a tango.

His words were the truth. With each step, she became less the fantasy of Mrs. Wilson and more the carnality of Miriam, and he wanted to prove his cocksmanship. He controlled the sweet heat growing inside as he watched for signs of pressure building in her. Whether it was just the time or the proper cadence, he was applying short rapid strokes when she raised her arms and grabbed her pillow. Her eyes half-closed and her breath grew ragged.

This time she was not silent and withdrawn. Her voice cried out in a descending glissando, followed by softer echoes. He tried hard to absorb the sight and feel of her body jerking in ecstasy before it triggered his eruption and the rapture burned through him. His automatic pounding continued until every ounce of pleasure was extracted and shared. With a growl of fulfillment, she pulled him down to her.

They stayed joined, twitching in aftershocks, sighing, catching their breath, then floating together in a sea of sublime satisfaction. After a bit, he rolled off her, slipping out, but completed the inversion, pulling her lighter weight on top of him. He was not yet ready to give up the soft damp warmth of her body against his and took advantage of her available backside to massage and caress it.

When she finally slid off and nestled against his chest, he pulled off and knotted the condom.

“I better make sure Laurie doesn’t find that,” Miriam giggled.

After a bit, they took a shower together. The wet soapy play had Jerry hard again, and Miriam insisted on sucking him off to even the score.

She had errands to run that afternoon and a tennis date in the morning, and he had to care for the dog, so he left. They could hardly accomplish their goodbye kiss, struggling to turn their euphoric grins into puckers.

Jerry had mixed feelings the next evening when he saw that it was Mrs. Wilson, wearing a revealing outfit, who was picked up for dinner and returned well after midnight. But he knew there were other old friends he might look up before the reunion.