Mrs Diaz likes to live dangerously

Alison stayed on in the bar for a little while longer and they chatted fairly freely. John was surprised how easy it was to talk to her, forgetting that although they didn't really have much of a history together, they had spent a lot of time at high school going through a lot of similar experiences and knew a lot of the same people. Eventually though she drained her drink and said she had to go. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before disappearing. John gazed ruminatively after her for a while and considered what it would mean to have her on the end of the phone for a booty call when needed.

Just as he was contemplating this, John was interrupted. An attractive latin milf stood beside his table and looked down at him with a sarcastic, but slightly predatory grin. She put a hand on his shoulder and said "Broke your heart did she?", something between a sympathetic smile and a sneer.

"No, I..."

"Yeah, you look like you've been Dear Johned. Something you said, or you been cheatin' on her?", she said, lowering herself into the seat only recently vacated by Alison.

"Huh?" said John confused.

"I know her type said the milf. You can wine and dine them as much as you like, but they're just cock-teases. You ain't getting nothing there boy".

"No, I, I mean we're just friends. She's not...".

"and never will be - John, isn't it? John Doe?"

"Yeah how did you", said John, wondering where this fast talking cougar was heading.

"I remember you from school. My Celia used to be in your year." John blinked - Celia? Celia Diaz? No way - and this was her mom? "Anyway, like I was saying - those kind of girls -they're a waste of time - get you nowhere".

"OoooK - but not.... you?" he queried.

"Me," she laughed. "Two Jacks and coke and my legs open automatically!"

John couldnt help but laugh along, and looked at her almost empty glass. "So how meany have you had?"

"Just the one", she said with a carniverous grin.

John jumped up and almost grabbed a passing waitress. "Two jacks and coke please. Fast as you can!" and handed her a twenty. "Keep the change".

The drinks came and Celia's mom picked up the glass then with a knowing look at John, tossed it back in one and said, "Come on, let's go!"

John followed her out to the lot and a five minute cab journey later they were back at her place. In no time at all Mrs Diaz had her top off, clearly seeing her breasts as one of her best features. "Wanna touch Johnny boy?"

By now John wanted more than to just touch. He stepped up to her, grabbed her and threw her onto the couch, much to her delight. She was even more eager as he stripped to reveal his rock hard cock while she scrabbled to divest herself of her skirt.

Moments later John had her legs in the air, holding an ankle in each hand and was fucking her hard, much to her appreciation.

"Yes! Yes John. Fuck me! Oh yes. More! Please harder! Yes Yes Yes!!!"

Feeling happy to oblige, John powered into the milf with enthusiasm, allowing his own grunts to join her chorus of yells, screams and moans.

Almost finished John was lustily agreeing with Celia's mom, fucking her heartily, when just through the noise, he heard a car pull up outside. He gave it no notice, but Mrs Diaz reached up and clamped a hand over his mouth to silence him. "Shhh! Its my husband", she whispered.

"Fuck!!!!" he breathed, seconds away from exploding inside her.

"Yes. Yes John oh yes, fuck me," she whisered quietly, then unable to help herself during her orgasm began to increase in volume once more.

Fuck! thought John, she was getting off on the excitement of nearly getting caught.

John reflexively clamped a hand over her mouth now and with a few more thrusts began to send his seed shooting inside her abdomen and slumped on top of her.

Unwilling to stay for a post coital cuddle, John hastily grabbed his pants and vacated via the back of the house, barefoot and shirtless just as Celia's daddy came home through the front door. "Hi, honey we're back!"