I’ve always been ambivalent about tattoos. When I was young the only people I knew who had one were ex-servicemen. Later they became synonymous with far-right extremism and in my mind were threatening. They served as a warning.

I only began to notice them on women when I was in my mid-forties. By that time my sons were getting themselves too & from school on their own so I hardly ever met with the school mums at the gate as I used to when they were younger. On those occasions that I did, I found myself attracted to the Milfs and it was on these women that more and more I noticed tattoos. By 2010 the fun women were getting inked.

My wife finally cleared off and left me and my sons to get on with our lives. Both my sons opted to stay with me in our old house and I was glad of their company and glad to be able to help them in their transition to adulthood. 

I had a number of flings and the boys were cool about it. They were certainly relaxed when women stayed the night with me. I had built a room in the loft so that gave us some distance when lovemaking turned into noisy fucking.

A couple of years after both the boys had left school I began seeing their old drama teacher. We had met at a cinema club we both attended. Mrs Yates as both boys knew her had been dumped by her husband who had run off with an Eastern European half his age. I’d always fancied Mrs Yates and enjoyed talking to her at parents nights and after school plays that the boys participated in. She always seemed rather prim and proper for a drama teacher but there was an undoubted hint of something wilder beneath her professional persona.

After taking her for drinks & dinner one night, it was obvious to us both that we were ready to take it further. Her mother was looking after her kids so she came to mine. My suspicions and fantasies were proved right. Mrs Yates had tattoos on her thighs and lower back. She shaved her pussy and enjoyed being taken from behind.  She also moved a mirror so that she could watch us. We had quite a night.

We awoke naked next to each other and enjoyed the fact that it was Saturday morning and she didn’t have to go to school. While heading for her shaved pussy with my tongue I stopped and kissed her thigh tattoos I found them very arousing.

My oral skills paid a dividend that morning and we ended up making love slowly and luxuriously for over an hour. Things were going well. 

When we came downstairs the boys were surprised at first but determined to retain their composure. Helen did her best to relax them, but despite all her efforts at informality they still insisted on calling her, Mrs Yates or ma’am.

Helen & I enjoyed a blissful summer together we trusted one another and our kids from both families relaxed around us. The weather that summer for London was great and off-duty Helen loved wearing strappy light summer dresses. She would frequently tease me by flashing her thigh tattoos. We also enjoyed a week spent cycling in Dorset in Southern England and her prominent tattoos and firm toned legs turned heads everywhere we went.

I had always been a keen photographer and had taken a couple of cameras down to Dorset for our holiday together. One evening in the garden of the secluded cottage we had rented I was taking some shots of Helen when she suddenly took off her dress and asked to be photographed naked. The shots I got were not pornographic but, I thought, very tasteful. Again and again, as I reviewed them firstly in the camera and later on my laptop, I saw how attractive her tattoos were.

After I had taken the shots Helen didn’t bother to put her dress back on. she just sat back at the garden table and we continued to enjoy the bottle of cold white wine we had opened.

As the sun dropped below the trees I lit a candle and asked Helen to suck my cock. She did so willingly. When I was fully erect and aroused I spread a small rug on the lawn at the back of the cottage. I returned the compliment and licked Helen’s pussy before turning her over and taking her from behind. It was a glorious end to a lovely holiday.

We awoke the next morning, fucked, showered and took a last walk along the cliffs before packing everything up and returning to London.