When boys become men, there’s an exciting change in them. They are no longer those sweet little guys playing and fighting in the basement but curious creatures unaware of their sexual energy, despite wanting to fuck more than anything else in their lives. So when my son brings his friends around, I’m sure they look at me like I’m another old lady. What they don’t know is how hot the sexy tingle between my legs gets from seeing their strong arms and shoulders.
It doesn’t hurt that my son’s a college swimmer, so there’s never a shortage of fit young men in the house. One in particular, Terry, god, what a handsome man. Six feet, dark, and growing his curly hair out. Beautiful white teeth and a brilliant smile; he’s the politest of my son’s college friends.
If Terry knew I slipped away to the master bathroom to finger myself while thinking about him, I’m not sure what he’d think. But he would see me as more than a mom if he knew what was in my lusty heart! During the day I would lust after him from afar.
At night, it’s a different story.
I’m a light sleeper, so was always on alert for the kids moving around the house at night when they were young. They have long since stopped needing me, but I still wake when I hear them and often go out to see what they’re up to. Their friends wouldn’t be surprised to see me wandering around in my robe in the middle of the night either, as I checked to see that they were ok, and of course, ruined their fun.
I’m also good at morphing from wanton cougar to loving mommy in an instant, so I’d never give myself away.
I’ve fantasized about bumping into Terry at night and letting him know that I was there for the taking. The last time he slept over, the boys were going fishing early the next morning, and when I heard him get up, I slipped a hand inside my panties as he made his way to the kitchen. Masturbating in the darkness and wishing more than anything I could get up and follow him, knowing I can’t. Despite being single now, I couldn’t do that to my son.
Instead, I play my fantasy out with Terry in my mind’s eye as my middle finger circles my clit, and plunges deep inside me to lubricate my thoughts…
I see him in the dim glow of the refrigerator’s light, as I pad up behind him, making sure to make enough noise not to surprise him.
“Can I get you something, sweetie?” I ask innocently as the heat grows between my thighs.
“Hey Mrs. C, no, I’m good. I’m just looking for something to drink.” He says, not turning to me, though I can tell from the very slight slur that he’d been drinking.
“Here, let me help you.” I lean in, touching his bare back as I do, and lightly running my fingers down to the waistband of his boxers. His skin is soft and so warm. I can’t help but caress his muscular back lightly; lovingly.
Maybe the alcohol gave him confidence, but he didn’t recoil from my touch or even move as I lean in and press my breasts into his strong back. I wanted to trace him with my fingers but instead, reach past him.
Withdrawing the milk carton from behind the juice, I knew it was what he wanted. Terry always drank milk more than the other boys.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” I whisper so not to wake the house. I continue to press my chest into his back, and with my free hand, I reach around his side to stroke his flat stomach with my palm, feeling his abs.
“It was…” He stammers, not quite knowing what to do, while I hold him close. Pressing my head into his back, I breathe deeply of him. He smells like sandalwood, sweat, and his now fading cologne. For twenty, he certainly knows how to mix his scents to get a woman hot.
Stepping back slightly, I allow Terry room to close the fridge and turn, but no more. I’ve not let him go and a finger traces his bicep up to his shoulder.
He moves his lips as if to ask me what I’m doing, but I put my finger over them and proffer mine to him — begging him to take them, to take me. Not mistaking my desire, he claims my lips and darts his tongue into my mouth. His hands reach up to my face, and his thumbs caress my skin softly as he holds me in his hands.
We forget the milk in an instant as I put it down to embrace him. Pulling him into my mouth as if to devour him.
He takes charge by lifting me onto the kitchen island, still kissing me. My arms lock around his neck as I settle and wait for his next move, still breathing deeply of him. He presses me back slightly and opens my thin robe. I lean back and brace myself, opening to him.
Quietly lowering himself, he presses my knees apart and gathers my nightgown at my waist. Unfortunately, it was caught under my bum, hindering his desire. Raising, he lifts me again so I can release the cloth preventing him from exploring me.
I love feeling his strong arms around me, and the warmth of the heat emanating from of his chest as he embraces me.
Once settled, he leans in again, pressing his face into the now exposed flesh of my womanhood. It’s his turn to breathe my scent. I’d prepared for him before bed, as I always do, by showering and strategically applying my favorite lilac body spray so as not to arouse suspicion that I was in the hunt.
Now free to explore, Terry licks and teases my clit, nibbling on it and sucking me into his mouth. I’m so glad he’s good and didn’t need a hint to perform oral on me. Lapping at me with his tongue, from deep inside my pussy to the notch at my pubic bone and back again, it was heavenly.
His fingers dug into my hips as he tastes my essence. I clench in animalistic passion and press back against his mouth. Stifling my sound, I moan softly, as I pull him into me by grasping at the knot of black hair at the back of his head.
I shudder as the first orgasm passes over me, emanating outward from my bud. In an instant, the sensation overwhelms me as the tightly bundled nerve endings go into overdrive from his ongoing ministrations. I push him back even as my pussy continues to throb and flood.
“Did I hurt you?” He whispers in the darkness.
“God, mmmmm, no…No, sweetie, you definitely didn’t hurt me. Oh my god, that was so good…”
Looking down as Terry stands, I see his cockhead glistening in the dim light — hard and protruding through his boxers — bouncing in anticipation.
God, he looks so good, I thought, smiling to myself. I slip down and pull him to me.
Kissing him again, I taste my juices on his lips. Grasping him, I stroke him as we embrace. Lapping up my scent mingled with his saliva, he tastes so good.
Leading him by his gorgeous cock, I walk him quietly to my room and silently shut the door behind us.
Dropping to my knees, it’s my turn to taste him. Sucking his thick, dripping cock into my mouth, I grab his ass and pull his hips into me. I slip my other hand into his boxers and gently tug at his balls as I heft his ample sack.
His pre-cum is exquisite, sweet, and nutty. I roll it around my tongue and luxuriated in it. I lap it up as I suck him. Grabbing his hips with both hands, I pull him deeper with each thrust until he’s at the back of my throat then release him. He gasps as I stoke his balls again, and lightly tease them with my nails as I suckle him.
I need his cock inside me. The thought hits me hard if I can just be quiet enough…
I drop his cock from my lips, look up, grasp his hands and pull him to the floor. I couldn’t wait to get him onto the bed.
As he squats, I gently push him backward and motion for him to lie on the carpet. Following him down, I straddle him and raise my nightgown to my shoulders, exposing my breasts. His warm hands instinctively reach for my nipples and pull at them before he kneads my ample tits.
Grasping his shaft, I raise myself enough to rub the tip of his cock along my labia, though I need little lubrication. Then, pressing him into me, his cockhead passing my inner lips sends a shockwave through me. I love how his cock feels pressing into me as I lower myself gently onto him.
Seated now, I feel him against my cervix. So thick, he fills me, stretching my lips to accommodate his girth. Staring into his eyes, I start to bounce slowly, adjusting my rhythm to his size.
Riding his cock now with force, his thrusts bottom out when I press his ass into the floor on each downstroke as he fucks me back.
I feel my orgasm building again as he shudders under me. The tell-tale twitch in his throbbing manhood means he’s close.
Fuck it, I decide, I’m going to fuck him until I cum, whether he blows or not.
I start riding enthusiastically, bounding up and driving down, my tits tossed in all directions. He cups a breast trying to take it into his mouth, but I’m moving too quickly. We’re almost there.
Then I hear him, a low groan and a sharp exhaling sound, cut short by an abrupt gasp as he holds his breath to focus on his pleasure. He’s coming — and the thought of it releases my flood. I gush as my orgasm mixes with his sperm filling me. Clenching his cock tightly, I feel the jets and pulses of his cum filling me as his body jerks under me. My pussy quakes as he throbs inside me and as I work to keep him there.
Breathing hard, I collapse onto his chest and nuzzle his neck. Kissing and sucking it softly. I rarely orgasm from vaginal sex, but his mouth loosened me up and his size took me home again. I was exhausted.
“Did you like that?” I ask in a low tone, between breaths.
“Mmmmmm.” Is all he manages to utter as he gasps my ass and struggled to hold himself inside me, even as his receding cock is expelled slowly from my dripping pussy.
I’m in heaven.
I’ve wanted to catch Terry in my trap for two years, and I’ve thought about him often. Such a beautiful young man, but to fuck him would hurt my son, and I’d never do that. So I lay back, fingering my clit, and praying that I’m fucking him in an alternate universe as I hear him in the kitchen on his own. My orgasms quietly overtaking me as I lay there alone, wantonly, with his name forever on my lips.
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