I previously posted this in another Topix forum, but it did not happen with a friends parent. It happened to me when I was 16, with a married friend of my parents, who I would guess was in her early 40's. This was in the mid 1980's, and I had just gotten my drivers license. My parents were having a party, and the husband of a couple we knew, got really wasted. His wife was not drunk, but was pretty buzzed, and my parents wanted me to drive them home so they wouldn't get arrested for dui.
By the time we got to their house, her husband could hardly stand up, and I helped her get him up the stairs and into their bedroom. We flopped him on to their bed, and she and I went back down the stairs. I was getting ready to leave, when she thanked me for helping her out and gave me a hug. As we embraced, my head was next to hers, and I can still recall the smell of the combination of cigarette smoke and perfume in her hair. To this day, I still don’t know how I got the nerve to do it , but I kissed her ear. She in turn, kissed me on the neck, and the next thing I knew we were lip locked and swapping tongue.
Now I had never thought of her sexually prior to that night, but she was quite attractive – she was a taller version of Patricia Heaton, and that combined with the passionate kissing and 16 year old hormones caused a boner that I know she could feel. Our hands were all over each other, but she suddenly pulled away, said “wait just a minute,” then ran up the stairs, leaving me standing there horny and confused. I later reasoned that she had gone upstairs to make sure her husband was still passed out. Also, her fourteen year old daughter had been baby sitting their eight year old son, and she had probably checked to make sure they were not still up.
When she came rushing back down, she grabbed my hand and led me down to the basement rec room, locking the door behind her. There were few preliminaries when we got to the basement. She started taking off her dress and slip and peeling off her pantyhose. As for me, I think I set a record in getting my clothes off. We were both totally naked, and just stared at each other for a few seconds, before embracing again with more passionate kissing. We kind of fell back on to the couch that was there, with me on top of her. Needless to say, I didn’t last very long, probably not much more than a minute, but with my teenage libido, I managed to stay erect, and was working on my second orgasm, when she suddenly stopped me. She heard someone walking in the kitchen above us, and made me get dressed and hurried me out the basement door.
I had written it off as a one time thing, until the week we were out of school for Christmas break. I was home alone, when Mrs. J showed up at my door. She explained that she had been avoiding me, because she was afraid I would say something to someone, and also for the first month, she was afraid she might have gotten pregnant. Her husband had a vasectomy and she had not used protection. Thankfully neither had happened. She had taken a half day off from her job, and had stopped by to apologize. To make a long story short, we spent most of the afternoon in my bedroom. She obviously had anticipated this happening, because she also brought condoms.
We managed to get together several times before I left for college, but I always waited for her to make the contact. I guess I was smart enough to know that. A word of advice to any of you young guys that might be lucky enough to have sex with an older woman, is to be discreet and keep your mouth shut.