Four years ago, in my sleepy Franche-Comté town, nothing exciting ever happens. I’m Sylvain, 43, married dad of two, biking buddy to 28-year-old Patrice. His mom Maryse, 50, curvy and always dolled up, has been my secret obsession. Her lacy nighties peek out, driving me nuts. I’d jerk off in their bathroom fantasizing about her plump lips, those red stockings, her teasing smiles. Wife Jeannette? Boring in bed, jeans and sneakers only. Tonight, Patrice is away. I ring the bell at 8pm. Maryse opens, roux hair in a bun, green-brown eyes sparkling, big hoop earrings, full lips begging to be kissed. She’s in a black satin robe over a sheer white babydoll. ‘Come in, Sylvain. Just us tonight. Claude’s fishing in Iceland.’ My face burns red. Cock twitches hard. She laughs, grabs my hand, pulls me to the living room. Heart pounds. I dream of her dominating me. She hands me wine. Hands shake, I break the cork. She’s pressed close, perfume hits me, lace brushes my arm. ‘What’s got you so flustered, big boy?’ Can’t hold back. Grab her, crush my lips to hers. She moans, ‘Finally, you idiot!’ Locks the door. Drops her robe. Fuck, that babydoll’s transparent—lace nightie underneath, red garters, stockings. Sits on the couch like a queen. I devour her mouth, neck, ears. Hands dive into lace, squeeze her soft tits. Nipple pops free. Suck it hard, greedy. She groans. Kneel, kiss her red-stockinged feet. Lick up her silky legs. Head between thighs. Hands push up. Smell her wet pussy through red crotchless panties. Pull aside. Her clit juts out, 1.5cm long, throbbing. Lips clamp it, tongue swirls. She grabs my head, grinds. ‘Eat me! Yes!’ Fingers tweak her tits. Other hand grips ass, thumb teases her tight asshole. ‘No!’ she begs, but bucks harder. Slide in knuckle-deep. She screams, floods my face with juice. Cums wild, walls thick I hope. Drags me to bedroom. ‘Lie down. Don’t move.’ Strips me slow, kisses chest. Rips pants. My cock springs vertical through sexy boxers. She sucks through fabric, peels off. Rolls condom on. Hikes babydoll, impales her soaked cunt on me. Rides rough, tits bouncing. Left hand pins chest. Right finger probes my ass. ‘Oh fuck!’ I yell. Grabs banana vibe from drawer, slicks with her cream, shoves in. ‘No!’ I gasp. Pins wrists, forces deeper. Buzzing fills me. Never felt this. Her pussy clenches, hand on balls. She’s owning me. ‘You’re mine now!’ Cums screaming, ‘Hooo! Sylvain, I want you!’ Waves crash. I explode deep, jets pumping. Collapses on me. Cock still buried. Minutes later, grips it firm. ‘You belong to me. Those hands… can’t quit you.’ Curvy goddess in vaporous lace. I crave her control. Months of sweet slavery followed. Till a dumb car crash stole her. Back to boredom. Never another like her. More to tell…