Claiming Claire

I called Claire shortly after five. "Hi, this is Davey, you asked me to call you for a fuck."

There was a pause then I heard Claire clear her throat. "Um, yes, I would really like that," she said.

"So your place then?"

"Um, sure," She said. "My daughter is going to a friend's to study after dinner, so I'll have the house to myself 'til about 9, so can you be here at 6:30?"

"Sure, I can't wait to see what you're wearing."

"Um, just so you know," she said, embarrassment dripping from her voice. "I don't do this normally, um, I just...you were just so sexy. You're the first person I ever came on to like that."

"It's fine, Claire," I said. "I'm very flattered a beautiful woman like you came on to me. I'll be there at 6:30. Text me your address, sexy lady."

"Can't wait," she said. She hung up and texted me her address.

I smiled. Maybe I should start my own business, Fucking MILFs for Fun and Profit, I thought to myself as I adjusted the boner in my pants. I had almost forgotten about my main goal, fucking Professor Van Horne, but she would be mine soon enough.

Davey arrived at Claire's place around 6:45. She lived in a nice neighborhood in a McMansion with a well manicured lawn. She answered the door in a tight, sleeveless black dress and black high heels. "Damn, you look fuckable as hell!" said Davey.

Claire blushed. "Thank you, Davey. Please come in." She glanced nervously out the door as if she did not want anyone to see me come in.

There was a photo of Claire and her two kids on the wall. "Your family?"

"Yes, my son Thomas is in college, and my daughter Zoey is a senior in high school."

"What would Zoey think about a guy a few years older than her banging her mom?"

Claire blushed deeper and looked at the floor. "Not sure," she said demurely. "But like I told you on the phone, she'll be out 'til nine. Also, she'll be at her dad's this weekend." She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm, maybe I should clear my calendar," I said.

"Glass of wine?"

"Sounds good, but maybe you should leave the dress in the kitchen."

Claire looked nervous and unsure but the lust I gave her for me took over. She smiled and walked off, swaying her hips seductively. I went into the living room and took a seat on the edge of the couch.

A few moments later, Claire came back. She was wearing black panties and matching bra. She was still nervous and blushing. She held two glasses of white wine. She smiled nervously.

"Wow, you are one sexy woman," I said, taking a glass.

"You're so kind," she said, taking a seat next to me.

We clinked glasses and took sips of the wine. "So, was that your friend in the cafe earlier?"

"Yes, Brooke, she and I go way back. We went to college together."

"What is you do?"

"I'm a bookkeeper for Westside General Hospital. Brooke is a buyer for a regional department store chain."

"She's a hottie like you," I said before taking a long swig. I glanced at Claire, and could tell she was a bit jealous. I set my glass down on the coffee table.

Claire set her glass down then lunged at me. She grabbed my head and gave me a passionate kiss. When she was finished, she pulled back. "Take me now!" she said.

"Lead the way."

She took my hand, stood up, and led me to her bedroom.