Single Mother up for It After a long period of SMS's back and forth, it was finally time for our first real meeting at her place with the prospect of fucking – or «making out» as she kept writing. Her daughter was with her father, and everything was all set. When I arrived, the first thing I noticed was that she was super stressed. She barely even gave me a hug and began talking nonstop, like some women do when they're nervous, you know? It’s just sound coming out, little content. I sat down calmly on a kitchen chair and watched her cook. Since she’s so damn stressed out, I feel extra calm. I keep watching her. «She’s horny,» I think. The food tastes good, some pasta with a salad and avocado – I love avocado. I get a beer. It's not great, but I drink it down. It's important that she doesn't feel awkward because I'm not drinking and she is. We go into the living room, and there's only hardcore talking. Nice enough, but that’s not what I came for. It’s close to midnight and I have to get up early tomorrow morning, so I need to get some sleep. «Uuuuyaaah,» I yawn. «Are you bored?» she asks. «No, but I’m starting to get tired,» I answer truthfully. She looks at me a bit uncertain, bites her lower lip and lights another cigarette. I hate cigarettes. But fuck, a guy'll put up with even that to have sex? I’ve never fucked a single mother, and by God, this is going to happen. «Do you want to sleep over, or go home to your own place?» she says quietly while looking away. «No, it’s so late that it would be nice if I could sleep over here,» I say calmly. No horny mood in the air. Shit. She goes into her bedroom, messes around a bit. I wonder if she's planning on making up a spare bed, or what? Fortunately, ten seconds later she comes out again, wearing the same beautiful white nightgown I saw her in last time I visited. But that time I couldn’t do anything, because her daughter was sleeping in the next room. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, then into the bedroom. She was laying on the outmost part of her fullsize Ikea bed forcing me to crawl over and lay on the inside. Okay. We laid next to each other. Neither of us said anything. Embarrassed, I broke the ice and say in the half-lit room, «Can I kiss you?» «Yes, that sounds nice,» she replies. Before I start kissing her I wonder how such a smart woman can become so quiet. Well yeah! I bend over her and kiss her lips. She immediately starts breathing heavily and shoots her boobs up towards my chest and pulls me closer. This is so good. I put my right hand over her left boob. It’s so great. She’s thirty-four, has a daughter, and has great boobs. Cool. I stroke her over the belly, while I continue kissing her. Her breathing becomes even heavier. My God, she’s so horny. I wonder how long it’s been since she's had sex? I tear off her nightgown. Hmmm... The belly shows no sign of pregnancy. Great. But then comes the shock. She has a giant tuff of hair! I have to admit I’ve never seen a girl with that much hair in all my #life, so it’s a new experience on my behalf. It's nicely trimmed, though. Around the genetal lips it’s smooth. But on ”pussy mountain” there’s a damn big collection of hair. Probably three-fourths of an inch long. At least it seems like it. Okay, I think, licking is out of the question. Right at that moment, she moves down towards my cock. She wants to give me a blowjob. And the rule is: if she sucks it, you should lick her. And hell no, that won’t happen. So, even though it’s fucking tempting to let her blow my horn, I lift her head back. «You don’t want this then?» she whispers to me. «Next time,» I reply. After a record amount of making out, dry fucking and cuddling, I penetrate her. Smack, straight in. Wet as a waterfall. But tight and nice, too. Cool. I fuck back and forth, horny like a stallion. She’s no better, the way she’s twisting beneath me. «Damn you’re the best one I’ve ever had sex with,» she says in my ear. I don’t care. Probably just something she’s saying. I don’t give a shit, and just want to spurt her full of lovely sperm. At this point she surprises me, «I’m actually not on any birth control.» What? I’m have sex with her without a condom, so when she didn’t ask me to put one on I took it for granted she was on the pill. My God, no birth control? I can’t be bothered with kids? Not now any way! «But you can jump off at the right time, right?» she continues. Jump off at the right time. That’s fucking looser style. It sucks. But, of course, I don’t dare do anything else. So, after turning her in all the positions I know, including her riding me like hell (damn fast rhythm – my God she knew how to do that!), I pull out and spurt the entire bed so full of sperm that it sucks to lay down afterwards. All in all I’d give the experience an 8 out of 10. Maybe closer to 7 because of the birth control trouble. But it made me last longer. So it's positive in that way. She's has promised to get an IUD, so that will make it better if I go back. And I will. Because I’m invited to dinner.