Diana: Girlfriend's Mom

Chapter 1: Dream-Lover  

Ryan   Hayes  didn't usually dream, but tonight he was dreaming. And what an incredible dream! Waves of intense pleasure swept over him, the result of someone's touching his penis with a light, wonderful touch. It felt as if his organ had grown as hard as a rock. He'd never experienced anything like this when he was awake nor had he imagined, in any of his sexual fantasies, that anything could feel as wonderful as what was happening to him in his dream!

He could feel his dream-lover's lips and tongue lovingly caressing the swollen, throbbing shaft and head of his penis, which felt harder than it had ever been! What was happening to him felt so real! He'd never had a dream like this one before! His dream-lover stroked him, licked him, kissed him, and wrapped her lips around the arrow-shaped tip of his swollen penis; and he responded mightily. He couldn't lay still. His hips rocked, his erection was throbbed, and his heart was pounding. If only this was real and not a dream!

Then he realized it wasn't a dream. He was awake, in a bed in the guest bedroom of his girlfriend Mia 's parents' cabin, and someone really was giving him a blowjob!

The question was; who was doing it? Ryan  laid there, gasping for breath; his eyes squeezed tightly shut, wondering. Was it Mia ? Had she gotten up and sneaked into his room? Maybe it wasn't Mia , maybe Cassia  felt so sorry for him she decided to... No, it couldn't possibly be Cassia . That meant it had to be... No, it couldn't be Mia 's mother, could it? He wanted to open his eyes and find out who was doing these wonderful things to him, but he was afraid to. What if it was really a dream?

His dream-lover lay down on the bed next to him, rubbing her body against his legs and erection. Whoever was doing the wonderful things to him was wearing something silky; Ryan  could feel the contrast between the cool, slippery material and the warmth - almost heat - of the woman's skin. He still found it almost impossible to believe this was real. Women really didn't do things like this, did they? It was only in porno movies that things like this happened.

The more Ryan  lay there thinking about what was happening, and the longer it continued, the more powerfully aroused he became. Sexually inexperienced, he had little in the way of control. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohhh!! Ohhh!!" he moaned, unable to remain silent, then he felt fingers on his lips.

"Sh!" his dream-lover whispered while her hand continued to stroke his erection gently. "Shhh!"

Ryan , lying there with his eyes closed, tried to place the voice he'd heard, but couldn't. It could be anyone, but there were only three women in the house, so it had to be Mia , Cassia , or Mia 's mother. Unless he really was dreaming all this, then all of the wonderful things he was experiencing were just a figment of his imagination. But how could he be imagining how wonderful he felt? How could a dream feel so real? It had to be real. It just had to!

Ryan  gasped and, despite his best efforts to keep still, a long, soft, impassioned moan escaped though his clenched lips when he felt his dream lover's lips wrap around the head of his pulsing erection once more, then begin to slide downward. At the same time, her hands gently fondled and rolled his swollen testicles. "Oh, God! I can't stand much more of this!" he thought. His hips rocked upward involuntarily, thrusting his erection deeper into his dream-lover's mouth. "Jesus! I'm gonna come!"

Then, wracked by waves of pleasure more intense than anything he'd never experienced in his young life, he was coming and, much to his surprise, he felt his dream-lover sucking on him and swallowing his exploding juices. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" he thought as powerful sensations caused his body to tremble and quiver. "This can't be real! I have to be dreaming!"

At long last the wondrous sensations began to dwindle and he felt his erection, still cradled in his dream-lover's mouth, begin to soften. When even the small after-shocks of joy he was enjoying finally ended and he was totally limp, she removed her mouth from him and gently kissed the tip of his now-flaccid penis. Only then, needing desperately to find out whether what had happened to him was real or not, did he lift his head, open his eyes, and look down toward his groin...

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Eighteen year-old Ryan   Hayes  was having what could best be described as one of the most confusing days of his young life. He was excited and filled with anticipation, but at the same time he was experiencing considerable anxiety. His girlfriend, Mia   Dorley , had invited him to spend a weekend with her family at their vacation cabin in Pennsylvania's Pocono Mountains, which was not in the least a bad thing. In fact, next to Mia  going out with him, it was the best thing that ever happened to him. Mia  was a very pretty girl who was quite popular; even though lately she had been affecting what Ryan  - an avid fan of old TV shows - couldn't help thinking of as an "Addams Family" style of dress. Mia  was slim, very attractive, had black hair and wide, arresting gray eyes. In the past year, she had begun to dress in black, almost always wore long skirts, had her shoulder-length hair pulled back in a tight bun. She'd avoided getting a suntan and always wore dark, almost black, lipstick and black nail polish. She looked a lot like the Morticia Addams character; although Ryan  thought Mia  was a lot prettier.

What he found even weirder - although he wasn't complaining - was that not only had she agreed to go out with him, she was allowing herself to be thought of by her friends in school as his girlfriend. Ever since Ryan  first got to know Mia  - back when they were both freshmen - she was one of the "in-group" of girls. She was a cheerleader who only dated jocks and never even seemed willing to admit that kids like him existed.

Ryan , who was eighteen and a senior in high school, was as far from being a jock as a person could get. He was tall and stocky, wore his light brown hair cut very short, and was quite shy. On the positive side he was on the honor roll, was president of the school debating team, a member of the national honor society, and a founding member of the computer club. The worst marks he got were in gym class, which he hated because all the other boys, especially the jocks, picked on him for being a wimp.

"I don't like those muscle-bound oafs," Mia  told him on the occasion of their first date. "I much prefer men with substance; men with intellect, men like you, Ryan ."

Even though Mia  did act a little odd, she was intelligent and Ryan  enjoyed her company. He liked it even more that some of the jocks she used to date were jealous of him.

The jocks wouldn't have been nearly as jealous if they'd known more about his relationship with Mia . One of the things he'd been looking forward to when she let him know she wanted to go out with him was the chance to have his first sexual experience. The fact that he was still a virgin at eighteen bothered him and was a situation he dearly wanted to correct. But, after a torrid necking session at the end of their first date, Mia  stunned him by announcing she had decided to adopt a lifestyle of celibacy.

"You, of all people, understand, don't you, Ryan ?" she'd said, looking very sincere and vulnerable. "I mean, someone with your intellect and maturity certainly understands that lasting relationships have to be built on more than sex. You do understand what I'm talking about, don't you?"

Chapter 2: Mrs. Dorley

At the time Ryan  was sporting the biggest, hardest erection he'd ever had in his life. He'd just been kissed more passionately than he'd ever been kissed in his life, and feeling Mia 's lean body rubbing against him had him to the point where he was afraid he'd come in his pants. Still, he didn't want to take the chance of losing her so he took a deep breath and said, "Ah...Jeez...yeah Mia , I-I understand. You-you're right. I mean, ah...what kind of jerk thinks a relationship can be based on nothing but sex?"

Mia  smiled and caressed his face with her slim fingers, teasing him lightly with her long, black-polished nails. "I knew you'd understand," she said. "That's one of the reasons I wanted to go out with you." She made a sour face. "You're different, nothing like the guys I used to date. All they ever wanted was sex."

"Shit, I wouldn't mind a little of that," Ryan  thought ruefully. He was not at all thrilled by what Mia  told him. But, because he figured he'd never have a chance to go out with anyone as attractive as she was again, he tried to act as if he understood her point.

They'd been dating for about two months when, while they were sitting at a table in a local fast-food restaurant one night, she surprised him. "My parents said you could come along up to our cabin in the Poconos, if you want to," she said, almost off-handedly.

"You mean...like for the whole weekend or something?" Ryan  replied. He was thoroughly confused and surprised. He hadn't yet met her parents. He had seen her father, who was on the school board, at the high school and thought he might have seen her mother, but he didn't remember what she looked like. He read the local papers and knew Mia 's Dad had the reputation of being strait-laced and extremely politically conservative. Ryan  had never been able to figure out why, if her father was as conservative as everyone said he was, Mia  was such a Bohemian.

Mia  at him smiled sweetly. "Of course for the weekend, silly," she said. "Our cabin is huge. We have plenty of room. And the cabin's on a lake, so we can swim and have a lot of fun."

"Ah...sure, why not?" Ryan  said, fighting to keep the excitement out of his voice. Her mention of swimming caused it to occur to him that he might get a chance to see Mia  in a swimming suit. Maybe even a bikini! "Who...who all is going?"

"Just my parents, Cassia , and us," she replied, "Why?"

"Ah...no reason," he said. "I-I was just wondering." He wasn't pleased to hear that her younger sister, Cassia  was going along. Cassia  was a year younger than Mia  and was quite a bit heavier than her sister, but was still quite attractive. Ryan  had thought Cassia  was a nice girl, but he was afraid she'd be hanging around with him and Mia  and might get in the way of anything happening. He kind of hoped the invitation to the cabin might mean Mia  was having second thoughts about the stupid celibacy thing.

"Do you have to ask your parents?" Mia  asked.

"Ah...yeah, I guess so," he replied. He did have to ask permission, but he was sure his folks would let him go. Even though Mia 's folks and his traveled in different social circles, he doubted there would be a problem. He was sure his parents would let him go. "I...I'll ask them tonight, when I get home, and I'll call you," he told her.

Mia  gave him a warm smile. "Wonderful," she said, and laid her hand on his. "I hope they let you go. We'll have a wonderful time."

A tingle went up Ryan 's arm. "Does she mean what I hope she does?" he wondered, hoping fervently she did.

His parents gave permission for him to go. On the afternoon they were supposed to leave, he packed his things in a small overnight bag, kissed his mother, and walked the two miles from the mobile home park where he and his parents lived to the part of town where Mia 's house was. He was very self-conscious about the difference between his family's social status and the Dorley s', and didn't want them to have to pick him up at home and see where he lived. He was also worried about what meeting Mia 's parents would be like. He had never met or seen Mia 's mother and wondered what she looked like. Did she resemble Mia , or did she look more like Cassia ? And what kind of person was she? What about Mia 's father? How would he take having Mia 's boyfriend along? The closer he got to Mia 's house, the more worried he got.

He arrived at the house, a two-story brick veneer with a huge, well-kept lawn, walked up on the front porch, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

A slim, attractive woman who looked like she might be in her late twenties answered the door. She had blonde hair worn cut very short and was wearing a snug-fitting black top that had a wide neckline and a loose, ankle-length black skirt. The woman, who had gray eyes so incredible Ryan  couldn't help but stare at, smiled at him. When she did, he noticed that dimples formed on either side of her mouth. In a soft, husky voice, she said, "You must be Mia 's friend Ryan ; the young man who's coming to the cabin with us." She extended a slim, graceful hand. "I'm her mother. I'm so pleased to meet you, Ryan ."

"God, I can't believe she's old enough to be Mia 's mother," Ryan  thought as he shook hands with the attractive woman, whose hand was, he noted, very smooth, soft, and warm. "Ah...yeah...I-I'm Ryan ," he stammered. "I-I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs. Dorley ."

"Please, call me Diana ," Mia 's mother said. "I think 'Mrs. Dorley ' makes me sound so old, don't you?"

Ryan  was very aware that she hadn't released his hand. He took a deep breath and replied, "Ah...OK, Mrs., um, Diana . I-I guess it's OK to call you that, if that's what you want." He wasn't so sure. His parents were very strict about him not calling adults by their first names. But since Mrs. Dorley  - Diana  - said it was all right, he supposed it was.

Mia 's mother gave his hand a squeeze and, still holding it, turned and lead him into the house. " Mia , dear, your young man is here," she called.

"I'm almost packed, I'll be right down, Mother," Mia  called from somewhere else in the house. It sounded to Ryan  as if her voice was coming from upstairs.

"Have a seat, Ryan ," Mia 's mother said, leading him to the sofa by the hand she still held in hers. She gave him a warm smile. "You look nervous. I can assure you there's nothing for you to be nervous about." She sat down and tugged him down on the sofa next to her.

Ryan  noticed that, when Mia 's mother sat down, the movement caused her top to lift a little and expose the bare skin of her belly, which looked surprisingly flat and smooth for a woman who'd had two children. "Ah...I-I...it's just that...you know...I've never met you folks before and...um...well, it really is nice of you to invite me to your cabin," he stammered.

Still holding his hand, Mia 's mother smiled and patted it with her other one. "You are such a well-mannered young man," she said softly. "So unlike the boys Mia  used to date. I'm glad she's setting her sights a little higher these days."

Chapter 3:"Ah...I-I'm fine, Mrs....ah...Diana"

"Ah...thank you, Mrs. Do... Diana ," Ryan  responded. He tried to smile but wasn't sure he'd managed. He looked at Mia 's mother, who was still gazing at him intently with those startling gray eyes. Even though she had to be almost twice his age, she looked quite a bit younger, more like Mia 's older sister than her mother. And, judging from the way she looked in the tight top, she had a pretty good body, slim, but nicely curved. Her hands were slim, the fingers long, and her nails were red, not black. He felt a bit uncomfortable under Mia 's mother's gaze. He was even more disturbed by the fact that she was still holding his hand, but he wasn't sure what, if anything, he should do about that.

"We'll be leaving as soon as Frank  gets back from gassing up the van," Mia 's mother said. She chuckled softly. "That is, if Mia 's ready by then."

Ryan  heard footsteps coming rapidly down the stairs, and then Mia  walked into the living room. She had on a form-fitting black T-shirt and equally snug black slacks. Over it hung a vest of some kind that dangled almost to her feet. As usual, her hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was carrying a suitcase and had a knapsack slung over her shoulder. She set both of them down and turned toward the sofa. "Hi, Ryan ," she said in the off-handed manner she usually used with him. "You're early." If she noticed that her mother was holding his hand - or cared - she didn't indicate that.

"Ah...I-I figured it was better if I was early," Ryan  said, "seeing as how I had to walk and all."

Mia 's mother caressed the back of his hand lightly with her long red fingernails. "You didn't have to walk over here," she said. "We'd have been happy to come pick you up at your home."

Ryan 's family weren't "touchy" people, so he wasn't used to the kind of physical contact he had been experiencing with Mia 's mother who, he was sure, was just being nice to him. The problem was that her caresses were beginning to have an unwanted and potentially embarrassing effect on him. They felt really good, so good he could feel his penis thickening in response. "Jesus, I sure hope I don't get a hard-on!" he thought, but that's exactly what was happening. "Ah...um...I didn't want you to...you know...have to go out of your way," he mumbled.

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the driveway. It stopped, and then a horn sounded. After just a few seconds, the horn sounded again.

Mia 's mother patted Ryan 's hand one last time, released it, and stood up. "Well, I guess Frank 's here," she said. "And, lo and behold, Mia 's ready, too. Will wonders never cease?"

Mia 's sister Cassia  appeared from a doorway, dressed in a faded sweatshirt and worn jeans. "Hi, Ryan ," she said softly.

"Hi, Cassia ," he replied.

"Dad says you guys better get in the van right now or he's leaving without you," Cassia  said.

Mia 's mother turned to Ryan  and gave him a warm smile. "Come on, Ryan , let's go," she said softly.

Ryan  was impressed by the Dorley  family van, a brand new dark metallic green Dodge with wild silver and black graphics on the side. The roof had been raised several inches and it had fender flares, running boards, and custom wheels. The windows were tinted so dark he couldn't see inside. It was quite a vehicle and had to have cost a pretty penny, he thought.

Mr. Dorley , a short, balding dark-haired man with a ruddy complexion and a harried look on his face, walked around the back of the van and frowned at him. "That your bag?" he asked.

"Ah...yes, sir," Ryan  stammered.

"Give it here, I think I can stuff it in with all the junk the women think they need," Mia 's father said. "All of us have more than enough clothing up at the cabin, but every time we go, they seem to think they have to empty their damn closets."

" Frank !" Mia 's mother exclaimed. "Don't be such an old bear."

Ryan  jumped a little when he heard her. He looked to his right and realized she was standing right next to him. She surprised him by slipping her arm around his waist. He could feel the warm, silky skin of her bare arm against his. "Don't let him bother you, Ryan ," she said, giving him a gentle squeeze. "His bark is a lot worse than his bite."

"Just get in the damn van," Mia 's father grumped. "I want to get going. Jesus, if we don't get on the road soon, we won't get there in time to get dinner."

"Come on, Ryan ," Mia 's mother said. With her arm still around his waist, she led him to the side door of the van and opened it.

Mia 's mother climbed into the van, giving Ryan  a good view of her very nice bottom as she did. He climbed in after her. Across the back of the van was a sofa. Mia  was sitting in one of the two captain's chairs located just in front of the sofa, and the other captain's chair was piled full of things, as was part of the sofa, leaving just enough room for two people. Ahead of the middle captain's chairs there were two more. Cassia  was in one, and the other was the driver's seat. Mia 's mother made her way to the sofa, sat down, and patted the space next to her. "It looks like you're going to have to sit back here with me, Ryan ," she observed, and gave Ryan  a warm smile. "I hope you don't mind sitting with me."

"Ah...no, ma'am," Ryan  replied. He made his way through the narrow aisle between the captain's chairs and settled down on the sofa next to Mia 's mother, acutely aware of the fact that his leg was pressed against hers in the tight quarters they'd been left.

"Would you like to watch a movie while we travel?" Mia 's mother asked.

"A-a movie?" Ryan  replied, looking around. Overhead, above the driver's compartment, was a wooden panel with three openings covered by what looked like roll-up doors. "Jesus, don't tell me this thing has a TV and VCR in it!" he thought.

Mia 's mother got up, made her way forward, and opened the sliding doors that covered the left-hand and center openings. Sure enough, one of the compartments contained a VCR; the center one held a small TV set. She slid open door of the right-hand compartment and began to rummage around inside it.

While Mia 's mother was still standing and fooling with the TV and VCR, her father got in the van started the engine, put the van in gear, and they started moving. The motion of the van seemed to throw Mia 's mother off-balance and, squealing with mirth, she stumbled backward and fell right into Ryan 's lap.

" Frank , why didn't you warn me you were going to start?" she gasped as she lay atop their surprised young guest.

"Jesus, Diana , you should have known I was going to start up," Mia 's father replied. He never looked around.

Mia  giggled softly. "I hope you didn't hurt Ryan , Mother," she chuckled.

Still sitting in Ryan 's lap. Mia 's mother turned and looked at the red-faced young man. "You caught me," she said. "I didn't hurt you, did I, Ryan , dear? I'm sorry about this."

"Ah...I-I'm fine, Mrs....ah... Diana ," Ryan  stammered. It felt very nice having Mia 's mother's firm bottom in his lap. He could smell her perfume, too. He had no idea what brand it was, but it smelled wonderful - and expensive. He felt his penis stiffening again and panic swept through him. What if Mia 's mother felt him getting a hard-on? What would she do?

"Give me a boost up, will you, Ryan , dear?" Mia 's mother asked. She sat upright and, in doing so, pressed even more firmly against the object in Ryan 's pants that was getting harder by the second.

"Ah...sure, Diana ," Ryan  murmured. He would have loved it if she'd stayed on his lap, but he knew that would just lead to trouble, so he helped push her up to her feet, holding her carefully by the hips.

"Be careful this time, Mother," Mia  warned.

"Yeah, for Christ's sake, Diana , be a little goddamn careful," Mia 's father added.

Before she fell, Mia 's mother had taken a videocassette out of the compartment and, after she made her way back to the front of the van, she shoved it into the machine. Then she sat down, picked up a pair of remote controls, and turned on both the TV and VCR.

"I don't believe it, it's even a color TV!" Ryan  thought when pictures began to show on the TV screen. Previews for a few movies played, then an announcement said the feature was about to begin.

Chapter 4: "I'll show you the downstairs now."

When the music started, Mia  groaned, "God, Mother, not 'An Officer and a Gentleman' again!"

"Honey, you know how much I love this movie," her mother replied. "I think Richard Gere is such a hunk! God, I sure wouldn't kick him out of my bed."

"Yeah, the old gerbil-master, himself," her husband snorted. "Even if you had him in your bed, it wouldn't do you any good. He ain't into girls."

" Frank , don't be such a bigot," Mia 's mother retorted. "You don't know that's true. After all, he was married to Cindy Crawford."

"Yeah, but he's not any more, is he?" her husband responded. "Ever wonder why not?"

Ryan  was surprised that Mia 's mother and father were arguing in front of him, but he figured that wasn't such a bad thing. It probably meant he was accepted, just as if he was one of the family.

Ryan  watched the movie. He'd seen it a more than a few times since it was one of his mother's favorite movies, too. He'd gotten her a copy for a Christmas present the year it came out in video.

He sat there, marveling at his situation. He was rolling along the highway in the most comfortable vehicle he'd ever ridden in, watching TV, headed for a weekend with his girlfriend at her cabin in the Poconos. And it seemed as if Mia 's mother, at least, liked him.

Mia 's mother surprised him by laying her hand on his again. "God, isn't his walk sexy?" she asked as they watched Richard Gere stroll across the screen.

"Ah...yeah...I-I guess so," Ryan  replied. He often wished he were as good-looking and suave as Richard Gere was, but he'd never really thought of the actor as sexy.

Mia 's mother squeezed his hand and said. "Watching him walk makes my toes curl."

Mia 's father snorted and said, " Cassia , hand me those earphones, will you? If I have to listen to much more of your mother creaming her jeans over that fag actor, I'm gonna puke." His daughter handed him a set of earphones, which he put on. Then he plugged the cord into a socket on the dash, Cassia  put on a pair of earphones, too.

Mia 's mother leaned over and, with her mouth very close to Ryan 's ear, said softly, "He's not supposed to wear those when he drives." She gave the young man's hand another squeeze. "I hope we don't get stopped by the police. He'll be ugly all weekend."

Ryan , who noticed that his cheek was tingling where Mrs. Dorley 's breath had caressed it, hoped they didn't get stopped either. He couldn't imagine how much uglier Mr. Dorley  could get, but if it was worse than this, he didn't want to experience it.

Mia 's mother continued to hold Ryan 's hand as the movie played. He felt a little funny about that, but he was afraid she'd get angry with him if he said something, so he kept his mouth shut. "Jeez," he thought. "I figured I'd get to hold Mia 's hand this weekend, I never dreamed I'd be holding her mother's."