0 comments/ 99378 views/ 3 favorites Her Son's Best Friend By: SexySecretary Lisa surveyed herself in the mirror. Her slender figure was shown to perfection by the black lace teddy. Her ample tits were almost bursting out of it. She looked at the clock. Jimmy would be here any minute. She went downstairs. Jimmy was her son Billy's best friend. He didn't know what he was in for! She had sent Billy into the next town to pick up her dry cleaning. It wasn't ready to be picked up, but by the time Billy figured that out, she would have executed her plan. The doorbell rang and Lisa went to open it. Jimmy stood there. "Hello, Jimmy," Lisa said with a smile. Jimmy was trying not to ogle Lisa's tits. "Uhhhh . . . hi, Mrs. Shelby. Is Billy home?" "No, Billy, not right now. I sent him to do an errand. Do you want to wait?" Jimmy stepped inside and took a seat on the couch. Lisa sat down across from him and spread her legs. Jimmy swallowed hard and tugged at the collar of his shirt. "Like what you see, Jimmy?" Jimmy nodded hastily. "Yes, ma'am." Lisa stood and went over to where her son's best friend sat. "Go on and touch my titties, Jimmy. I know you want to." Hesitantly, Jimmy reached out and squeezed one. Then he squeezed both. Lisa dropped to her knees in front of him as he squeezed her tits. She grabbed the back of Jimmy's neck and pulled his face down for a deep tongue kiss. "Oh, Jimmy! Squeeze my titties!" Lisa moaned. Lisa then pushed his hands away and freed the button and zipper on Jimmy's jeans. He wore no underwear, and his huge hard cock sprang into her hands. "Mmmmm . . . what a nice hard cock you have there, Jimmy! Would you like for me to suck it? I'll swallow your cum if you want me to." Jimmy nodded jerkily and Lisa took Jimmy's hard cock in her mouth and began sucking. Jimmy moaned as Lisa flicked her tongue over the head and began bobbing her head up and down on his cock. He grasped the sides of her blond head. "Suck harder, Mrs. Shelby!" Lisa sucked even harder than she thought possible. She felt Jimmy's hot balls tighten when she cradled them in her hand and knew he was going to cum in her mouth. He moaned and cried, "Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth, Mrs. Shelby!" Within seconds, he sprayed his load into her mouth and she swallowed it all. "Now, Jimmy, this carpet is nice and soft. I want you to get down here so I can teach you how to fuck." He sat down on the floor and watched wide-eyed as Lisa took off her teddy. She pointed to her clean shaven pussy. "Now, Jimmy, I want you to lick me there so you can taste my honey. Do you want to taste my honey, Jimmy?" Another nod from Jimmy was all Lisa needed. She spread her legs and Jimmy put his face level with her pussy and began licking. Lisa moaned. "How does it taste, Jimmy?" He lifted his head. "It tastes good, Mrs. Shelby!" After a few minutes of pussy licking, Lisa told Jimmy to fuck her. "All you have to do, Jimmy, is get here on top of me and in between my legs. Then take you cock and slide it in my pussy. And I'll teach you how to fuck. You want to fuck me, don't you, Jimmy?" "Oh, yes, Mrs. Shelby! I want to fuck you! Has Billy ever fucked you?" "No, but I might let him! Now, put that gorgeous cock in my little pussy!" Jimmy slid his cock into Lisa's pussy. "Oh, God, Mrs. Shelby, it's so tight and wet! What do I do now?" Lisa began to move her hips. "Move with me, Jimmy! Move with me so your cum can spew up inside my pussy!" Jimmy began moving with Lisa, pumping his cock into her hot little cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Lisa yelled. Jimmy moved faster. "Oh, FUCK ME!!! I'M CUMMMING!!" Jimmy screamed. "I'm cumming, too, baby! Shoot that hot cock in my pussy, Jimmy!" That was all Jimmy needed to hear. He shot stream after stream of hot thick cum into Lisa's convulsing pussy. She was breathing heavily when Jimmy rolled off her. "You are one great fuck, Jimmy. A fast learner. I want you here again next weekend while Billy's away camping. We'll fuck and suck all weekend long." "I'd sure like that, Mrs. Shelby!" Lisa smiled to herself and thought of all the boys she could fuck when Billy brought them over. Her Son's Best Friend This story is told through the eyes of a woman, Barbara Bradley, 42-years old, married for the second time. Her husband is Terry and she has two children, a son and a daughter from her first marriage. * As I dressed for the day in the privacy of my bedroom at 11am this morning, intending to look seductive, preparing to make a surprise visit to my husband in his office, I could have no inkling of how this day would play out before the sun set. After a late breakfast at home, I had soaked in a hot bath until my fingers and toes became all crinkly. That told me that it was time to get out, dry my body in a large fluffy towel, then dab some of my favourite perfume discreetly in all of the important places. I don't often wear a thong, I don't like the way the thin strand in back rubs against my sensitive anal ring. But on this day, I selected the one flimsy thong that I owned, pulling it up high over my long legs. Then, I added a low slung, half-cup bra where the lacy top just barely covered my nipples. Both garments were black and I continued the theme with stockings and a garter belt that clasped around my fortunately still thin waist and had suspenders that pulled the hose smoothly over my legs. A sexy slinky black satin half-slip from waist to thighs completed my undergarments. I added the dress that was constructed so briefly that I knew it would expose bits of my under-things when I chose to lift one leg over the other while sitting, or to lean forward seductively while standing. The receptionist at Terry's office was friendly and welcoming. She announced me and then suggested that I should proceed down the long hallway to his executive office. Outside his door, his PA didn't seem quite as warm, giving me a curt "Hello" and returning swiftly to her computer screen to resume whatever task she had been set by my high-flying businessman husband. I didn't attempt to win her over -- deciding that she wasn't worth it - and I used my hand to apply pressure to the door of Terry's office. "Hi Barb," he greeted as I stepped inside. He started toward me, "to what do I owe this pleasure?" "Honey," I told him, "we might have been married five years now, but that shouldn't take away the need for impromptu moments. Do we need an excuse, I thought you might take me somewhere intimate for lunch..." By now, I had moved fully inside his office and had pushed the door closed behind me. As I stepped nearer to my husband before reaching his desk, I added, "...but what I really came here for is for you to sweep all those papers onto the floor and take me, here and now, on your desk." Terry looked a bit embarrassed, "Barb, I would love nothing more ... you know that, but I am so up to my neck with work deadlines. I have even cancelled Jenny's lunch break, so we can get a couple of reports finished for the board meeting. Sorry babe, we'll have to take a rain-check." I gave him my best-ever seductive look that said, 'surely you don't really mean that,' and tugged the front of my skirt up high to reveal the stocking tops, the suspenders, the bare thighs. My look now said, 'surely you can't resist this.' Not winning, I spun around, my hands tugging the dress up in back, and bent forward from the waist, now giving him an eyeful of two smooth butt cheeks, with just a tiny wisp of material trapped out of sight between them. I peeped back over my shoulder, "You can even have me doggie style if you want. I know how you like that." I still wasn't winning, I straightened up, my face now a frown. My husband rebuked me, "Barb, nice thought, but your timing's way out. Why didn't you call me to save getting all dressed up for nothing." He -- my beloved husband of five years, Terry -- was giving me the bum's rush. Before I could stop to reflect on how my approach had gone so wrong, I was back in the elevator, riding down to the ground floor. Surely, he could have spared us twenty minutes for a quickie. And what was with his PA, who has always been quite warm and friendly to me? Highly frustrated at my failed attempt at seduction, my mind began racing, were they having an affair? Had he promised her an intimate luncheon somewhere today and I had bumbled in and nearly wrecked his plans? I had never had suspicious thoughts about Terry before. In our 5 years of marriage, our 6 years since we met, he had never given me any cause to think that he might be like my first husband. Now there was a philandering bastard. Goodness knows how many other women he screwed in the 14 years we were together. The only good thing he gave me was fathering my two wonderful children ... my son Adam, now 20 and my daughter, Julie, now 18 and just finished school. But back to the present ... having harboured such carnal thoughts since waking up this morning, here I was, literally in heat, dressed for daytime sex, yet about to get back into my car and drive home to my empty house. For just a rash moment, I actually considered heading to a bar, sitting there nursing a drink and seeing what might happen. But that just so wasn't me. I had been loyal and faithful to my first husband until deciding to match his infidelity in the dying months of our marriage. Shortly after that ended, I met Terry and I had never thought of straying for even a moment ever since. Driving home alone in my car won out over finding a bar and getting myself into goodness knows what trouble. I cursed Terry all the way home, my thoughts still dwelling on whether he and his prissy PA might by now be entwined in each other's arms, discussing what a close shave they had just had with my intrusion on their plans. Surely not, I tried to tell myself, but still resolved to find a pretext to call him when I got home. I pulled my car onto the driveway and decided to leave it there rather than put it in the garage. As I stepped out, I saw two young men walking up the driveway behind me, momentarily unnerving me until I recognised one of them ... it was my son Adam's best friend, Jeremy. He had certainly grown into a handsome young man. They had met in pre-school, just as I and Jeremy's mother did at that time, and Adam and Jeremy, and his mum and I had remained firm friends ever since. "My goodness Jeremy, what are you doing here? Adam's away, you know," I reminded him. "Yes, Mrs. Bradley, I know that. I ... err ... I lent him a book a few weeks ago and I need it back now. I came by, hoping you'd be here. Do you mind if I come in and check out his room, see if I might find it there?" "Not at all, you know you're always welcome here, Jeremy. Why, this has been your second home for most of your life." He nodded and smiled warmly in acknowledgement. I looked at the young man with him, at first glance he looked about the same age -- 20 -- as Jeremy and my son Adam. But then on closer inspection, I realised that perhaps he could be a couple of years older. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Jeremy?" "Oh yes ... oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs Bradley, this is Kurt, he's a friend of Adam's too." My face probably revealed my surprise as well as voicing it, "Oh really, how do you do, Kurt, Adam has never mentioned your name. You couldn't have known him very long." Kurt, the taller of the two, politely stretched out his hand and shook mine quite firmly, "I have known your son for at least a year now." "Oh really," I responded. I was surprised that Adam had never mentioned knowing someone called Kurt, but determined that it wasn't worth debating further. "Come on inside, boys, I can offer you a drink, and maybe I can rustle up some cookies," sounding just like I had with Adam's friends over the past ten years. All through his school days, Adam had never hesitated in inviting his friends to come visit in our home and I had always felt comfortable with them. He seemed to mix with a good crowd. I put the key in the door and heard Jeremy behind me, "You look very nice today, Mrs Bradley, smell nice too." I heard his friend Kurt echo a simplistic, "Umm, sure do!" As I pushed the door open, I turned, "Thank you, that's so nice of you boys to comment. Doesn't surprise me though, Jeremy, you have always been such a polite young man." Their praise did make me feel good, but nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling just a bit self-conscious, dressed the way I was. I would guess that anyone would call my attire this day very sexy, hardly the look to welcome two of my son's best friends into our house. I strode purposely through the front living room toward the kitchen, calling back, "Make yourself comfortable boys." In the kitchen, I prepared a plate with two glasses, a choice of soft drinks and a large plate of cookies. I took that back into the living room where the two young men had made themselves very comfortable on the lounge chairs. That didn't bother me though, because I have always encouraged Jeremy to feel like this was his second home. I played mother by asking which drink each wanted and pouring for them. I stepped over in front of Jeremy, who had made himself very comfortable, sitting spread-eagled and lounging, his legs akimbo, one up over the arm of the chair. As he took the glass from me, I couldn't help glancing down at his spread legs, at his lap and I spotted a very substantial bulge in the front of his trousers. I immediately wished I hadn't looked that way ... he may have noticed. What was I doing even looking down at his crotch, this was my son's best friend and I had never looked so purposefully below his waist before? But why would he have an erection at this moment? Could I be the cause of it, dressed as I was ... dressed to futilely seduce my husband? Was the rebuff by my husband playing tricks with me? Was my libido out of control? Was I a woman in heat, what time of the month was it? I quickly averted my gaze, hoping Jeremy hadn't noticed my interest in what was concealed in his trackie pants. I stepped over to offer a drink and cookies to the strange tall silent one, Kurt. I didn't quite know what to make of him. I was careful to keep my gaze up, looking him straight in the eyes. He took the offering of a snack and locked eyes with mine, giving me a strange return look. I placed the tray of drinks and cookies on the table, "If you'll excuse me boys, I'll be back in a moment," I told them, eager to get out of the room and collect my thoughts, my feelings. I hurried down the hallway to the sanctity of my bedroom at the back end of the house. I closed the door behind me, eager to rid myself of the seductive look that I felt I was projecting to anybody within my space. I needed to put on some more basic around the house clothing while I had young visitors. I quickly removed the revealing dress and should have just thrown it over a chair and hurried on with my changing. But I took more time than necessary by going over to the wardrobe for a hanger and arranging the dress carefully on it so that it didn't crush as I hung it up. I walked back toward the bed, carrying my change of clothes. On the way, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and paused to admire what I saw. I didn't dress this way quite enough these days. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't be suspecting Terry of a lunchtime dalliance with his PA. I checked out the black underwear -- bra and slip visible, the latter concealing the stockings, garter and thong. I was still wearing my high heels. I figured that I didn't look too bad for 42. The click of the bedroom door opening startled me and I spun around in shock. It was young Jeremy standing there in the open doorway, then stepping into the room -- my bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. But he came no closer, he just stood back there by the open door, staring at me. He had never done anything like this before ... except maybe when he and Adam were 6 or so, and probably curious to see what grown-up adult women looked like. "What ... what do you want?" I asked anxiously, hoping my voice didn't signal my alarm, didn't reveal how anxious and nervous I was at having my son's best friend see me like this. "Jeremy, I will be back out in a minute. I don't think it's appropriate for you to be in my bedroom, can you wait outside please?" I was attempting to sound confident, in control ... but inside, my heart was beating wildly. "I want to watch you get changed," he said. His look was serious, I had never seen him like this before, "just forget I'm here, do whatever you would do if you were alone. Please, I'll stay way back over here, I just want to watch you." "No Jeremy, you can't do that, you can't be in here, that wouldn't be right," I tried to insist, "can you please go back outside?" "Mrs Bradley, all these years that I've known you, I've wanted to see you like this. And now today, I am so lucky to be here, I have never seen you look quite so sexy. You look sensational, and you smell so good too." I couldn't believe that I was hearing these words from this nice young boy, who was my son's best friend, and who I had known for most of his twenty years. Unconsciously, I slipped my fingers of both hands into the elasticised waistband of my black slip. But why ... what was I doing? Was I actually thinking of letting him watch me get changed? I looked between Jeremy standing at the open door and my reflection in the mirror before me. Silently, I was debating whether to lower my black half-slip ... to reveal my next-to-nothing thong pantie, my garter belt, the sheer black stockings. Reason kicked in, 'As horny as I might feel this very moment, it would be wrong to expose more of me to this young man -- who had been a family friend for most of his life.' My brain screamed at me, 'for God's sake, he is less than half your age, only twenty.' But while I took too long debating my next move, Jeremy made his, escalating the dilemma that was unfolding. To my complete shock, I watched as his hands went to the drawstring at the waist of his trackie pants. He pulled on it and the trackies fell in a heap around his ankles. He was not wearing underpants, young Jeremy was all too suddenly naked from the waist down, just a tee-shirt covering his chest. I stared incredulously at the sight of his penis that was now so nakedly exposed. The prominence of it drew my gaze to it, there was no looking away ... I was captivated by it, I just stared. Because it was so incredibly big, in my naivete, I couldn't believe that a boy of his age could have such a large appendage ... but in reality, the last few years had gone by quickly and I guess he was almost a man now. I didn't know what to say. Somehow, I mumbled the words, "My God, what are you doing, Jeremy?" "I am just showing you the reaction you have on me," he said, and I realised that he was referring to the obvious blatant stiffness of it, not just the raw size of it that had attracted my undivided attention. I guessed that in comparison to any other male penis I had previously seen, it would have the appearance of being big, whether it was erect or flaccid. I examined it from across the room. I wanted to see it closer, but I didn't dare. Even as I inwardly wrestled with how to handle this awkward moment, my mind was fleetingly drawn back to the one and only time that I had seen a similar sized penis. It was at the very end of my deteriorating first marriage when I had discovered that my husband was screwing everything in a skirt. He and I were at a party in our neighbourhood and a man that I knew only vaguely from further down our street had been hitting on me all evening. About 11 o'clock, I began to realise that I hadn't seen my husband in quite a while. Without drawing attention from the other partygoers, I disengaged from the group I was in and began looking around ... in other rooms, outside on the patio. It was only when I saw my husband reappear, coming from the direction of the bedrooms with a pretty female neighbour walking right behind him, a satisfied grin on her face, that I made an impulsive decision to have this guy who was hitting on me. I walked directly up to him, took his hand, and dragged him into one of the bedrooms where he quickly took over, eagerly stripping me of my clothes before dropping his trousers. Through the dim light in that dark room late that night, into view came this enormous hard erection. But as I stood now, mesmerised in my bedroom in the middle of this day, staring at Jeremy's impressive hard-on, I was reminded of seeing this one of similar proportions that night at the party. But what did I do that night? I panicked! I saw this almighty large erect penis ... I had never seen one like it before that night. I was 7 years younger then. The guilt I felt at emulating what my husband was doing to our marriage combined with a sudden fear that this huge penis -- thicker and longer than I had ever experienced - could rip me apart internally. I told the neighbour where to put it, which wasn't going to be in me, and I pulled my clothes back on and fled from the darkened bedroom. Now, 7 years later, in my own quite brightly lit bedroom, in the middle of the day, with the sun streaming in, I was looking at a youthful replica of the penis that had so scared me that night. But what was different now was that a few days after that night 7 years ago, I discussed my close shave with several girlfriends over lunch. They all -- every single one of them -- told me how stupid I had been, that to have a penis that size was an awe inspiring moment not experienced by all women. They explained how my vagina would have expanded, with very little pain and discomfort, to accept the whole of that mighty penis. They made me feel so stupid, to regret my actions that night, and I swore then and there, at lunch with those girlfriends of mine, that if ever I was faced with the opportunity again to have a king-sized penis, I would welcome it into me eagerly. But this was a completely different scenario! Jeremy was over 20 years younger than me. The owner of this impressive object was the best friend of my son, a boy who I had watched grow from a toddler through his teen years, and now to manhood ... and what manhood it was. But given the background of our relationship, there was no way I could have sex with Jeremy ... and I had to tell him so -- firmly, and now! "Mrs. Bradley, are you going to give me a treat and take that off?" Jeremy asked, obviously referring to the half-slip that my fingers were in position to push down over my hips, my thighs, to reveal the intimate lingerie beneath. "Jeremy, I don't think I should, it wouldn't be right, I could never face your mother again," I tried to reason, but already I knew what I wanted. I had been on heat from the moment I woke this morning, and my husband's cruel rebuff at his office had done nothing to quell my desire. Here was this young man showing me his large virile penis, primed and poised, ready to do what nature had constructed it for. "My mum will never know, I would never tell her," insisted Jeremy. As I stared wantonly at young Jeremy's half-naked body standing in the doorway, struggling to reach a logical decision, beyond him I spotted a face peering over Jeremy's shoulder. "I wouldn't tell her either," Kurt's eerie voice added. Now I had an audience of two, this was not going the way that I could be happy with. "Not him, Jeremy, I don't want him in here, he will have to wait outside. I don't know him, I couldn't reveal myself to him." My God, did I miss it, when had I made up my mind? Those words sounded like I was only dismissing Kurt ... did that mean that Jeremy could stay and watch, and maybe do more? "Okay!" Jeremy rushed to reassure me as his head spun around to address Kurt, "Get lost, mate, wait outside for us, it's just me and her." Kurt looked disappointed and reluctant, but I saw his face disappear from behind Jeremy. Wanting to be sure that he had really gone, I told Jeremy, "Come closer and close the door ... this will only be for you, Jeremy." Her Son's Best Friend My son's best friend turned and closed the door behind him, took two steps toward me. We were now alone in my bedroom together. He was still 8 feet away, but he was in better light and I could more closely examine his prize erection. "You certainly are big!" I complimented him, daring to smile at him as I stared admiringly at his huge erection. "Yes, so it seems," he admitted nervously. "Do you know how rare that is?" "Some girls my age have told me, but I wouldn't have thought that they would have that much experience to know." Without warning, I made the next move. My hands that had been resting on each hip pushed the top of my half-slip down. It passed smoothly over the thin waist straps of my thong, the delicate lacy garter belt, the pouch of material that was my black thong covering my pussy, the bare tops of my thighs, and then the stockinged legs. The black material pooled on the floor around my feet, still upright on high heels. All of the above was now on display for young Jeremy's probing gaze. "Shit!" he muttered, his eyes scanning my still shapely 42-year-old body, seemingly not knowing which part he wanted to spend most time looking at. My eyes had barely left his horizontal hard-on the whole time, it definitely pulsed and twitched in reaction as I revealed more of my body. A clear drop of pre-cum formed in the eye of his penis. "Believe me, I know," I continued with my acknowledgement of his equipment, "I've only seen one like that before. I was too naïve then to appreciate the significance of what I was looking at. I think I do now. Tell me Jeremy, have you done much with that?" Jeremy looked hesitant to answer me, "I ... err ... I haven't really. I don't have a steady girl, and those that I have been out with, run a mile when they see it." "That's their loss, Jeremy, I am sorry for you. You will find in life that women will need to be convinced that you mean no harm with that." "So this big one that you did see previously? Was it like mine?" "Yes!" I answered breathlessly. "Did you let him ... you know, did you let him have you?" "No I didn't, I told you I was quite naïve when I was confronted with it. Like the girls you've known, I ran a mile too. But after getting some advice from my girlfriends, I was told quite emphatically to never let the opportunity go by if it ever came again. I never expected it would." I reached my hands back behind me and unclasped my bra. I eased the material forward, the cups peeling off my ample breasts. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed again when he saw my smooth globes with two distinct prominent nipples standing out hard and strong. "So what do you think I should do?" I asked him. "About what?" he checked, struggling to maintain his concentration as he was confronted by his mother's best friend, rapidly shedding intimate clothing, and revealing more and more of her body. "Silly," I admonished, "I told you my girlfriends said I should never pass up the opportunity to experience a big penis just like yours if it ever came again." Smiling, I stared at it approvingly, "I'd say my opportunity has definitely cum again." I spread my arms out invitingly and he stepped closer to me. "Come on, Jeremy, I won't bite," I assured him as he moved into my embrace, my arms folding around his shoulders. I held his firm hard 20-year-old body tight up against me. I felt that incredible erection squashed against my tummy, it's wet tip pushing up above my navel. "Oh God, this is so wrong, but you feel so good." I felt the smooth palms of his large hands grasping the cheeks of my arse. 'Thank God, he does know something,' I thought. "Are you going to kiss me?" I asked. "If it's alright with you?" "Jeremy," I admonished, "your so hard cock is almost touching my naked breasts. I would say that kissing is definitely called for." I lifted my face up expectantly, and having given my approval, he brought his face to mine, his lips kissing me quite well, even forcing my lips apart. I felt his eager tongue slip into my mouth and I despatched mine to engage with him. The kiss quickly exploded into a heated exchange of lips, tongues, saliva and serious passion. When we broke for air, I dragged his mouth down to my nipples and let him loose there. He was starting to make all the right moves and my juices were flowing. I was anxious how experienced he might be once he came to put that monster inside me, but he soon showed that I needn't worry about foreplay. His mouth on my nipples was magical, he made all the right moves with his lips and his tongue, even using his teeth to lightly graze the smooth skin of my globes. My heavy breathing was now telling him just how aroused I was from his mouth devouring my breasts. Between loud gasps, I managed to tell him, "We'll be more comfortable on the bed." We awkwardly shuffled to the bed, me backing up while he pushed forward, perhaps not wanting to have his penis lose contact with my bare skin. As I collapsed on my back on the bed, Jeremy asked, "Aren't you going to take anything more off?" "I thought you'd want to do that for me," I urged in my most seductive voice, words I had only intended to use to my husband today. "Yes, sure," he blurted out eagerly and his hands went for the thin straps of my thong, grasping it and hauling it down over my hips. I assisted by raising my arse up from the bed so that the flimsy garment didn't get caught under my body. I watched as his eyes scanned the soft intimacy of my pubis, now revealed in all its glory for my about-to-be young lover. He was salivating at the sight before his eyes and I wondered how many times he had looked at a woman's pussy ... if ever. Was this new to him? I didn't want to embarrass him by asking. "Can I kiss you there?" he asked. Imagine that, a young man asking permission to go down on a woman? "If you want," I told him, trying to restrain my excitement that he would want to. I had to stop my hands from reaching up and grasping his ears and dragging his face down into my muff. I watched as his head lowered, moving down between my spread, raised legs. Then, I felt the wetness of his tongue and I uttered an expressive sigh that became a moan. He was surprisingly good, he must have done this to some woman before, possibly one of those timid young women who later rejected the entry of his oversized penis. I had wanted this all day, ever since waking up in an aroused sweat this morning. As the day went on without relief, I had reduced my range of expectations. By now, I would be happy with any part of any male making contact with my inner labia. The fact that it was Jeremy's tongue was a bonus. To me, tongues were the next best option to a penis. He lapped me up, and I lapped up the pleasure that he bestowed on me. I could have cum ... it would have only been another two minutes at most. I don't know what got into me, but that's what I really wanted. I wanted him into me -- physically. So I took a hold of his head and I literally dragged it from between my thighs, his tongue peeling off the flowing channel of my inner labia lips. I held his face just up above mine, looking up at him appreciatively, "Jeremy, my darling, that was so good, but what I really want is to have you put that wonderful big penis inside me. Will you do that for me now please?" I didn't have to ask twice. In a flash, he had moved his body higher up on the bed, his face hovering above mine. I felt the first touch of that huge round head of his penis nudge at my spread pussy lips. "Unngghhh!" I muttered, feeling the extreme size of the head make one first gentle push to get inside me. My hands flew down to take a hold of him and lead him to the promised land. He was going to need some help with the geography of a woman's body. I brought my legs up higher, my knees touching my breasts, spreading my bits so wide down there. I placed the head of his penis at my now well spread vaginal lips. "Try that Jeremy, but go slow, not too much at once," I urged. It seemed so surreal ... my son's best friend from kindergarten was in my bed and I was telling him how to fuck me. He pushed and I felt his penis head probe inside my passage. My God, it felt so thick, but a quick adjustment of the angle of my body and I was able to take him in without a lot of difficulty. He was thoughtful and caring, going so slowly. I opened my eyes and looked up to see that his were watching me intently, perhaps looking for some sign of pain or discomfort. It was obvious he had no past experience to call on, no idea of what my reactions would be. I guessed that from his comments about young girls rejecting him due to size, and the way this was going, that young Jeremy was a virgin about to experience his first sexual intercourse with a woman. How incredible it would be with me, the mother of his best friend. When I felt like I normally did when my husband was fully inside me, I placed my hand around his rock-hard shaft to gauge how much was still to come. When all five fingers were able to wrap around his penis -- and I might add failed to meet up with my thumb coming around the other way -- I realised that he was only about halfway in. "Oh my God, there is still so much more of you to come in. I don't know where I'm going to put it." "Do you want me to stop? I will if you want." I ran my hand affectionately over his back, ending at his arse cheek, pulling his body forward, indicating I wanted more inside me. "I know you would, you are a kind, considerate young man, Jeremy. I am guessing this is your first, so I want it to be the best it can be. You just keep pushing that big sucker into me. I am going to have to take it all." "Are you sure?" he queried. "I don't want to have you tell you again, just give it all to me." And he did, inch by inch, he kept pushing this massive cock until it would go no further. I felt absolutely stuffed full, it felt like the head of his penis was wedged in some inner body part that was unaccustomed to welcoming a penis. "Are you happy, Jeremy? Does it feel good inside me?" I looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head. He had only just got his monstrous extra long penis all inside me, yet he looked delirious from the sensations being transmitted from within my slick wet passage to the sensitive nerve endings on his penis. "Oh Mrs. Bradley, I can't believe it, my cock ... err, I mean my ... err, my penis ... oh Mrs. Bradley, it feels so good inside you." Young Jeremy became over eager, he pulled back on his hard erection and then quickly pushed it into me again. There was pain ... no, it wasn't really pain, it was just uncomfortable when he pushed back quick and hard inside me. I needed time to adjust to his size. "Oh Jeremy, wait ... wait just a moment ... let me get my breath ... oh my God, the size of it ... it takes some getting used to." But I don't know if he heard ... or even if he understood what I was saying to him. He was a young man now driven by the desire, caught up in the excitement of having his massive penis at last inside a woman. Obviously, so many young girls of his own age had denied him when they had seen it. Now he was like the proverbial young kid in the candy store. His lust was unleashed by the sensations he felt from under the head of his penis as it ploughed into and out of my wet, hot vagina. I felt his desperate need and I did really want to empathise with him, to let him have his head this first time, to let him just go right ahead and get his jollies inside me. But I had desires too, my arousal had been sitting on the edge from the minute I woke this morning. It had been stirred to a frenzy from the seductive way I dressed to go to tease my husband. And then I was completely rejected, dismissed to wait until when my husband was good and ready to attend to me ... maybe tonight, perhaps tomorrow night. Now there was my self-interest ... I shouldn't have to wait, I was an active, live woman in heat and I needed my satisfaction now ... not later, but right now. Hadn't I taken a huge risk allowing my son's best friend to secretly take me to bed in the middle of the day and stick his almighty penis into me. That deserved some reward, I had to cum. But the more he crazily plunged that gigantic penis into me, the more I realised that I was never going to make it, not with Jeremy. His control, his ability to make love to a mature woman was non-existent from the start. I had wrapped my parted legs up over his thighs, my arms folded around his back, hanging on to his body as his hips pushed rapidly downward, driving his 8½ inches into me. But all too soon, I heard his breathing and I felt his thick meat surging inside my body and then the spasms of his hard thrusting penis as it delivered his creamy cum to somewhere deep inside my body, somewhere that babies are made. Part of me was thankful for my protection ... yet another part kind of wished that this virile young man was making a baby inside me now. I felt that this young man's seed could be powerfully potent this first time. Jeremy's body slumped on mine and the only movement was the pulsing of his penis continuing to spill out the remains of his release into me. My body was screaming out in frustration and I wanted to berate him, tell him how he had deserted me, ignored my needs in his own selfish pursuit. But something held me back, maybe it was my empathy for a young man who had just lost his virginity in my bed. Oh dear, my thoughts wandered to 'what would his mother think if she could see us right now?' "Where are you going?" I asked anxiously. I was still enjoying a type of after-glow, even though I hadn't cum. Having taken such a bold, rash step to seduce my son's best friend, I did want to lie here with him, to tell him how much I liked what he did. To find out his true feelings at losing his virginity, to relish the achievement of having just taken a thick 8½ inches up inside me. But all too suddenly, he was leaving my bed. "I'm going to get Kurt, I'll be back in a minute." He managed to take a couple of steps toward the door to the hallway before my words brought him to a halt. "You're what ... are you crazy? What do you mean, you're going to get Kurt? What on earth for?" He turned to face me, his cock was down to about the size that my husband would be when erect. "It's his turn, you'll enjoy him a lot more, he's got heaps more experience than me. I won't be a minute." "Just hold on right there, Jeremy. I don't know what you think this is, but one thing it's not is some kind of gang-bang. I just did a beautiful thing with you, I just gave you my body, gave you your first sexual experience ... does that mean anything to you?" "Yes it did, and I loved it, Mrs. Bradley, truly I did. But it wouldn't have happened without Kurt, I owe him big time for this." "No, you owe me big time for what just happened. You owe him nothing.' "I do, he was the one who gave me the confidence to do that with you. He told me everything to do, and it all happened the way he said it would. He convinced me that I should walk in on you in the bedroom, that I should drop my track pants so you would see the size of my cock, and how hard it was. He said that you would not be able to resist trying one like that. He was right about everything. If Kurt hadn't given me the confidence, I would have left the room when I told you I wanted to watch you change and you said it wouldn't be right and that I should get out now. I almost left, but I could still hear Kurt's words telling me she really will want it, she'll just pretend she doesn't because she will be embarrassed to be doing it with her son's best friend. So you see, I owe Kurt for what just happened, and if you liked it too, then you owe him, so I'll just go get him." "No!" I screamed aloud at Jeremy, "it's not right, you owe him nothing, and you certainly can't pay him back by giving him me. I am not yours to give. You and your friend can both get out of my house. Jeremy, I am so disappointed in you for thinking that you could offer me to this other boy. That is so disgusting. I wish I could tell your mother how disappointed I am in you, but obviously that's not a possibility." "Mrs. Bradley, I didn't want to say this, but since you have mentioned my mother, Kurt said that if you didn't agree to having him too, we will tell my mum. I don't think she would understand you seducing her son." "Why, you ungrateful little shit, how dare you. You're actually blackmailing me!" "I don't like the word blackmail, but yes, if you don't let Kurt do it with you, we'll tell mum, and Adam too." I froze at his mention of my beloved son's name. It was bad enough that they might tell Jeremy's mother. She had been a friend for nearly twenty years, but if it had to be, I could lose a friend and it wouldn't be the end of the world. But to tell Adam ... I couldn't bear for my son to know his mum had done this, that his mum was a slut. I hated that word, but the thought of the insolent Kurt having me too seemed to justify that word. My head spun, it looked like they had me cornered. In desperation and in pursuit of manufacturing some time to consider my options, I said, "No Jeremy, don't bring him in, I don't want it that way, I don't want to be just lying here waiting for him to climb on. Give me a moment to get cleaned up, freshen up a bit. I will come out and get him in about 15 minutes, okay?" He stood there thinking for a moment or two, probably wondering if I was conning him, "Alright, 15 minutes, no more, I'll go and tell him." "Thanks," I said, watching him leave my bedroom, leaving me lying in bed, dwelling on what was about to happen. I would spend the next 10 minutes racking my brain, trying to decide if there was any alternative, then the next 5 minutes having a quick wash, wiping the splotches of drying cum from the sparse hairs of my pubis and the tops of my inner thighs. Summoning up all my courage, I went back to the bed, put my bra and my thong back on. Why, I don't know ... they would be coming off again in no time. Then I opened my bedroom door and went back down the hall to the front room. The two young guys were back sitting in the same seats I had left them in less than an hour ago. Mustering as much confidence as I could manage, I ignored Jeremy and walked past him to stand in front of Kurt and reluctantly stretched out my hand to him, "Do you want to come with me?" The smart-arse bastard looked up at me, saying, "Really, so you want me after all ... do you really need some good loving? I knew you'd come looking for Kurt when you got desperate enough. I guess you must want to cum real bad by now. Well, you've come to the right guy." How did he know? Was Jeremy stupid enough to admit that he couldn't get me off? "Don't kid yourself," I told him, "and make the most of this, it won't be happening again." He laughed at me, then took my hand and used me to pull himself out of the chair. We both started down the hall, him trailing behind me, but he quickly moved up alongside and put his arm around my shoulder. "This is going to be good, I've got a good feeling. You're one hell of a sexy woman. I mean, that black lingerie, I can't wait to rip that off you." His words suddenly frightened me, would he be the violent type? Should I warn him that I don't like rough sex? What good would that do? If he was hell-bent on raping me, no words from me were likely to stop him. We squeezed through the doorway to the bedroom together. Once inside, Kurt took a firm hold of me by the shoulders and propelled me face first up against the closest wall. He moved in quickly behind me and I felt his tall firm body pushing against my back, one knee pushing my legs apart. My face was turned to one side, my cheek flattened against the wall. I felt his hands tugging on the thin strand that was the waistband of my thong, it dropped to around my ankles. Then I felt his fingers fumbling with the catch on my bra and he pulled my body away from the wall just long enough to peel the garment from my breasts. Then I was pushed back flat against the wall. Her Son's Best Friend "I don't want to do it like this, can't we use the bed?" I pleaded. I had tried to take control by making him wait until I was ready and then inviting him to my room instead of lying there meekly, waiting for him to come in and follow Jeremy. But now, he was taking away my power, he was in charge of this situation. I was scared now, one of his hands at the centre of my back held me positioned against the wall. I could feel the back of his free hand brushing against the smooth slope of my arse. What was he doing? I heard the sound of a zipper ... it was the zip on his trousers being opened. I froze, I was not happy with the position he held me in. Suddenly, I felt the hard knob of his penis jabbing between the cheeks of my arse, centring just above my clenching anus. "Please, not in there ... don't do that!" I pleaded. He pushed it inward, it caught in between the smooth folds of my arse cheeks, but off-centre to reach my anus, if that was his intention. "Don't fret babe, this is just a preview. I might come back to this later. Don't you like it up the arse?" "No, no, I don't!" I struggled to emphasise. Actually, I was not an anal virgin. My first husband had enjoyed anal sex, introducing me to it early in our marriage. We did it a number of times, I guess you would call it occasionally. My present husband wasn't into it at all, so it would have been maybe 7 years since I had last had a penis up inside my arse. "That's a pity, I won't let it stop me though!" he muttered defiantly. Just as suddenly as he had poked his penis between my arse cheeks, he withdrew it and I was spun around so that my back was now flattened against the wall ... I was naked down to the waist. A hand on each shoulder now pinning me back against the wall, his head lowered and his mouth devoured first one breast, then the other. I have to concede that this young man knew what he was doing, his lips and tongue felt magical as they ravished first one nipple, then the other, quickly raising the heat that had hovered just below the surface within my body all day. Within five minutes, his mouth had aroused my body to an excited state, I was sure that my juices were running freely down in my pussy. At last, he pulled back and his mouth moved up to mine. I let him kiss me, what was the point of resisting now ... he was going to have me? I felt something firm slide into the wet channel between my thighs, it felt good. It was nowhere near as big as Jeremy's, this felt much like my husband's penis. I couldn't stop it, I let out a loud whimper from behind our joined lips. He broke the kiss, pulling his head away, but staring intently into my face, "I knew it, you are hot ... you want it so badly. It's a shame little Jeremy couldn't pleasure you with that big cock of his, but he's still a boy. I've got what you want, babe. I can read the want in your face, your eyes. You need this bad." My God, was I really that obvious? But he was right, I had been hot for sex since the moment I woke this morning. I tried to tell myself that he couldn't really see that in me. He was just continuing to be the arrogant, cocky young kid that he had revealed earlier. His face plunged in for another passionate kiss with plenty of tongue. I let mine respond, first in my mouth, then chasing his into his mouth. I figured that if this was going to happen, I might as well let myself enjoy it. It was already obvious that Kurt knew a lot more about pleasuring a woman than Jeremy. The hard wall against my back gave me no flexibility to move around, something I wanted to do in response to his lips and tongue on mine, and his hard erection slicing up and down in the wetness from my clit to vagina. I had already asked him if we could go to the bed. If I asked again, he might interpret that again as my wanting and needing him. It was becoming real but I didn't want to let him know it ... not just yet. His knees were bent and they shoved in between my knees, keeping my legs spread wide and lowering his body parts to below mine. I felt his knob catch in the spreading entrance of my vagina, abruptly stopping those arousing slides up to my clit. I whimpered the loss of his friction on my little bud. "Don't stress Adam's mother, you're more than ready," he informed me and I cringed at what he called me, not wanting to be reminded at this most intimate moment that this was one of my son's friends, who was on the verge of fucking me. I felt his two hands grasp the backs of the tops of my thighs, hoisting my legs completely off the ground. I was shocked, I had never done it this way before. My body hung there against the wall, held up by his hands gripping me just below the cheeks of my arse. Gravity caused my vagina to slide down over the hard shaft that he had conveniently positioned under me. He was halfway inside me in one slick motion. "Oh," I gasped, "oh my God, you're in already." "I told you babe, you're more than ready ... hang on, there's more." With that, I felt the whole of his erection slide all the way up inside me as his hands settled my whole body down to rest on his strong penis. "Oh yes," I mumbled eagerly, relishing the feel of his hardness inside me, in that moment giving up far more than I wanted him to know. I couldn't help it, despite being held up against the wall, his filling of me was akin to the pleasure I had been receiving from fruitful wholesome rewarding sex from both my husbands over the past 21 years. Even though my first husband had been constantly unfaithful to me, sex with him was always good. And I had been so thankful that my second husband picked up where the first left off. Except for the awkward uncomfortable position braced up against the wall, this was how I had expected to feel a few hours ago in my husband's office. Only there, I would have been lying on his hard desk. Perhaps much the same, I thought, as Kurt started to withdraw his cock while holding my vertical body steady against the wall. I figured this would be the hard part, but he did it exceptionally well and in no time, his hard erection was pushing back up inside me, all the way to the hilt. As he picked up the tempo, I was amazed to feel very strong pleasure pulses coming from deep within my lower body. 'Surely I won't be able to cum this way,' I mused as I settled in, gaining confidence that I was not about to fall in a heap on the floor ... that Kurt had my total pleasure in his hands. I would have loved to feel his mouth again on my nipples ... that would have really sent me over the top, but I guess he couldn't bend his head down lower while he held the weight of my body upright over his cock. I felt the pulsing coming closer to the surface. I so wanted a big O right now, but I was hesitant to let myself give in to the intense feelings after the great disappointment that Jeremy's big penis had been. All of that meat, all of that movement ... but no finesse in how he used it. I looked over Kurt's shoulder and saw Jeremy in the doorway, watching us. I wanted to scream at him to get out. After all, sex is not a spectator sport, but then I guessed that he might learn something by watching his friend Kurt take me. I was gasping, breathless now, the feelings building behind my clitoral bud drew my attention back from Jeremy. For the first time in this crazy day, I believed a release was possible for me. My fear was that once I gave my body permission to let go and pursue the big O, there was a danger period of 30 to 60 seconds, before my body would go over the top, where Kurt could spoil it by coming before me. But I was now too far gone, forget the analysis, just let me cum. My body gave in totally to the sensations, carried along by the strong forceful thrusts up into me by this obviously experienced young man. I could feel my release closing in, and I could hear Kurt's breathing becoming ragged, his penis seemed to swell, his strokes shortened. 'Oh God no, don't cum before me!' I almost screamed out. Powerfully, the wave of orgasm washed over me. I am loud when I cum, I screamed and muttered appreciative thankful platitudes to this young man who had blackmailed his way into my vagina. Oh, thank God he had! This was the release I had craved all day. And the self-centred, arrogant young man was thoughtful enough to hold his thrusts, waiting for me, allowing me to draw every scrap of pleasure from my pulsing, throbbing clitoris while his penis remained jammed fully up inside me. Oh, what supreme bliss! As my brain cleared, I felt him shuffle us toward the bed, my body still suspended on his, carried in his strong arms. He tried to drop us gently onto the bed, but I fell the last two feet and he landed on top of me -- and still in me. That winded me, and I felt a sharp stab high up inside my vagina as his knob bottomed out with the jolt of our bodies hitting the mattress. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding surprisingly thoughtful. "I think so, ooh, I thought you were about to punch through into my stomach." I took a moment to look up into his eyes, seeing a rare look of concern that had not been there since I met him. As I adjusted to where we were, I relished the new comfort of being under a man on my own bed. "I didn't feel you cum?" I checked. "That's because I haven't ... yet!" he informed me, pulling back and thrusting fully into me to emphasise his equipment was still intact. "Oh, I see ... I mean, I feel. Do you want to ... cum that is?" "Of course, that's what I'm here for, to get my rocks off in you." Oh, why did he have to spoil it? The insolence and arrogance were returning, "But first, I think I might wind you up again." "Don't bother, that's all for me. It was good, oh believe me ... it was really good! And I hate to admit it, but you were right, I really needed that. But I am a one orgasm woman, so don't waste your time." "Now there's a challenge," he said as he began the long withdrawal to resume his powerful thrusts. "Oh no, it wasn't meant to be a challenge ... really! Just go ahead and cum." He didn't utter another word, he wore the look of a determined young man, steely eyes staring eerily down at me. In spite of his boast, I had no expectation of coming again. After all, on the edge of my orgasm, he had seemed about to blow himself. I figured that he wouldn't be able to hold that back, not now that he had resumed those long hard driving thrusts inside me. It was true, what I had said to him. I have never been multi-orgasmic. It must have taken me all of a full minute of his resumed hard thrusting to realise that the pulsing from within was coming back. 'No,' I thought, 'it can't possibly be...' Kurt kept pumping away inside of me while I just lay there under him, my back now softened by the supportive mattress, feeling the gentle throbs become a real-life pulsing that was building into ... wait for it ... oh yes, there it is, my second orgasm washing over me. Even better than the first! I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even realise that he was coming too. I was so out of it, delirious from the waves of pleasure, that I think I missed feeling his first two voluminous spasms of cum that painted my insides. It had ended as a beautiful coming together of two bodies. Despite my guilt, my shame, my embarrassment at being so satisfied by a mere 22-year-old kid, I really wanted to hug him to me, to hold him in my arms, to mutter soft thank you's. I wanted to acknowledge him for giving me what my husband had today denied me. But while I was just making myself more comfortable, he lifted up his chest from mine. My eyes flashed open to see where he was going, and I was forced to watch as his penis made a long slow withdrawal, the head eventually springing into view with a strand of his and my juices still connecting us until he pulled away fully. "No, don't go," I begged. "Not so resistant now, eh," he taunted, back to his abrasive, sarcastic streak. I saw him turn his head to address Jeremy, who had moved closer to the bed, obviously to get a better view. "Hope you learnt something ... here, have another try, mate." Kurt maintained a hand on my shoulder, firm but not forcefully, and before I could rise up in protest, Jeremy was back, his now familiar thick 8½ inches bobbing around as it neared my spread, exposed and wet pussy. My anger returned at their audacity to think they could use me in this way. All I could say was "This is definitely all over now!" before Jeremy had completely replaced Kurt on top of my body and I felt that hard thick knob once more at my entrance. "Stop it Jeremy, now. Get off!" But he just ignored me, and with greater confidence after watching Kurt seduce me, he positioned his penis at my opening and pushed it home. I sure felt it, my inner lining was now very sensitive from having already had the two penises and I felt every inch of progress he made up inside my body. He had learned from his first time, and maybe too he had learned from watching Kurt bring me to two enormous orgasms. I was tender inside and I flinched at the intense activity that a broad 8½-inch penis makes as it thrusts inside of you. But despite all that, it felt good. I felt much more confident too about the ability of this young man ... his face that hovered above mine, a face that I knew so well, but never before in this way. He smiled down at me, now he appeared proud and confident. Despite how used my vagina felt, I found my body responding this time to Jeremy. 'Oh, surely not,' I thought, 'I couldn't possibly cum three times.' But he was much better, his penis was making all the right moves, hitting the right spots and gradually, I became convinced that I could trust this young man to deliver my body safely to one more big O. I threw my all into it, thrusting my hips back up at him like a twenty year old, giving him the ride of his life. I now sensed this was going to be good. As the throbbing intensified from deep within my body, I felt guilty that I had belittled his first attempt and I wanted to let him know how good I was now feeling. "Oh my God Jeremy, yes ... oh yes ... do me ... do me!" A giant wave pleasured over me, "Now, cum now, inside me, my darling Jeremy." I surrendered to the waves of pulsing, throbbing pleasure that raged through my body, at last totally satisfying all of the sexual frustrations that had built up in my body from early this morning. Jeremy didn't let up, he was still pounding that extra long, extended hard-on into my now very tender vagina. I lay beneath him, accepting every last exuberant, youthful stroke until his cum eventually exploded into me once more. His exhausted body flopped down on me and I supported him, my arms cradling him to me in such a more intimate manner than I ever did when he was a kid, visiting his best friend's home. At times, when they were both younger, I would hug one of them to me when he had an accident and was crying. I recall that many times, I had held Jeremy's sobbing smaller body to mine, cradling him in my arms. I never then envisaged that one day, when Jeremy had become a handsome young man, I would be cradling his naked body to mine while his gigantic cock spasmed its release of creamy cum inside my satiated and pleasured body. At last, he lifted his head up to look down on me. Now was a difficult moment, I was wracked with embarrassment. I looked up into the eyes of this 20-year-old that I had watched grow from 4 to become a man. But now, his deflating cock was still hard enough to fill me in the way any other man's full erection would. I felt it move inside me and I couldn't help it. I squeezed my pubic muscles, gripping this beautiful invader tightly within my vagina. "Oh fuck, Mrs. Bradley, that was awesome. Oh God, you are something else. For years, I've wanted to be right where I am now, but I never dreamed that you would be so into it, that you would make it so good for me. I was always so scared you would either laugh at me, or get angry and never talk to me again." The young man bent his head down and kissed me right on the lips, "You are such a hot woman. Thank you for making my first time so good." What did I do now? Should I tell him to call me Barbara after all these years. Mrs. Bradley sounded way too formal for a young man to address me as while his semi hard-on still twitched inside my receptive body. I didn't know where to look, his eyes were staring down into mine, probing me, causing me total embarrassment for what I had just let he and his friend do to me in my own bed. I turned my head, trying to look around the room. I wondered where Kurt was. Was he lurking somewhere out of sight, waiting for Jeremy to get off me so he could have one more go? After all, he had only cum once. I certainly hoped not. My vagina was so sore inside now after so much activity, and my embarrassment was only going to double in size if this situation were to go on much longer. I really just wanted them both out of my house now. I felt Jeremy easing his penis from out of my body, his weight lifting off me. Maybe he had been sensitive enough to feel my embarrassment too. When he was again standing behind the bed, I spotted Kurt across the room, sitting in a chair. "Shit man, I thought you were never going to finish. Good effort, mate, you did well. Give me a couple of minutes to have one more go at her, and then we'll go down to the pub, eh?" I cringed at the way he talked about me, as if I wasn't even in the room, but I was pleased to hear Jeremy tell him, "No Kurt, she's had enough." "Bull shit she has," challenged Kurt, still naked and he rose up from the chair and started to come toward the bed. But Jeremy stepped in front of him, holding him back. Kurt was a good 4 inches taller than Jeremy and more solid too. I figured that if it came to a physical fight between the two of them, Kurt would win out and I would be taken again. As much as my body had appreciated the pleasure these two young men had given me, I now just wanted them out of my house as quickly as possible. The guilt of having two so young was closing in on me. To my surprise, Jeremy won the battle of wills and Kurt backed away. That was big, because I would imagine that, even though Kurt had already cum once, having watched his friend plunder my insides with that big penis would have stirred his arousal to a new peak. Having pushed Kurt out the door of my bedroom, Jeremy came back to the side of the bed and looked down on me, still lying prone on my back, naked except for the black stockings and the garter belt with suspenders that held them in place. My pubis was wantonly exposed, my legs splayed apart. The cum of the two young men was seeping from out of my still quite open vagina and labia, and rolling down into the crack of my arse. "Thank you for everything," Jeremy said, his eyes revealing how genuinely grateful he appeared to be. "Don't tell Adam," was all I could say, hoping that I could trust him to not reveal to my son what I had just done with his best friend. "You have my word," he replied, then asked, "Can we do it again sometime?" "I don't think so, Jeremy, I am going to feel a huge guilt when I come to my senses. It's really not right." He left and I lay there for another hour, reluctant to leave my bed and clean up ... to wash myself and change the sheets and dispense what had just happened in this room to only a memory. The End, although it doesn't need to be. Depending on reader reaction, there is more for Barbara to tell Her Son's Best Friend Marjorie sat at her kitchen table, sipping on a tall glass of freshly made iced tea. Fresh out of the shower and attired in merely a robe, she watched the time change on her clock from 2:59 to 3:00. She waited patiently as her son Gary would be leaving for work in ten minutes. He worked second shift at paper plant at the other end of town. Why she waited for him to leave, was a story unto itself. Gary's friend Bret has been staying with them. He works at the same factory, but on first shift. They graduated high school last year and had decided to take a year off to work before venturing away to college. He moved in the week after graduation so he didn't have to move away with his parents. He and Gary had been best friends for years. It was like second home for him for most of their high school lives. Being a single mother of one, Marjorie welcomed the company. It wasn't until their senior year though, that she began to really look at him a little differently. The little chubby youngster had morphed into a very fit and attractive young man. He wasn't very tall, only standing around 5'7, but being a high school athlete, he developed a desirable body. She drew another long sip of her iced tea and watched the clock turn. 3:08...any minute now, Gary would get his lunch and kiss his mother good bye. She smirked as the time was rapidly approaching. Five minutes after Gary left, Bret would be home, and it would be show time. It all started one day a few months ago. Bret and Gary spent a few weekends fixing up their basement so Bret could have somewhat of a little apartment to stay in. When he arrived home, he would wash out his thermos, and then retire to the basement. He had a bad habit, or good from Marjorie's point of view, of showering without closing his bathroom door. Marjorie, began to make her way down to the basement one day and noticed him in the shower. She immediately stopped and looked away, but something had come over her. He looked great as the shower water cascaded over his beautifully chiseled body. Naturally, her eyes wandered down and she almost flinched at the sight of his manhood. With a semi-erection, it was an impressive 7 inches in length and was very thick as well. As Bret began to lather his penis, it grew to a full erection in excess of 9 inches. Her eyes widened in pure amazement. "Every young girl's dream." she thought to herself. Once he rinsed his erection clean, he began to pleasure himself. Marjorie contemplated turning away and leaving but she found herself mesmerized. It took a while but he climaxed and released a large amount of his semen into the tub, allowing the water to wash it away. She stared in wonder, totally remiss to the fact that all he had to do, was turn his head slightly and he could see her in his peripheral vision. She wondered what he was thinking about while he masturbated that day. Marjorie quickly retreated to her room where she would proceed to pleasure herself to the thought of what she just witnessed. Her mind was lost in a fantasy of the many ways her son's friend could take her. It was one of the best self-induced orgasms she's brought herself to in recent memory. She also wondered what such a magnificent looking young man with the cock so enticing, would need to masturbate in the shower. Undoubtedly, he could have his choice of any young woman to do that for him. But, it was her gain. She hasn't had that much daring fun in a while. Marjorie was never married. She was a single mother of one who had raised Gary on her own due to his father skipping out. Since that time, she had become quite the home body. She stood only 5'0" but was built mostly slender and sported large D cup breasts. Despite being very attractive, she spent little time on the dating scene as she was more dedicated to keeping the house and raising her son. She hasn't slept with anyone in over three years, and hasn't had so much as a date for several months. She enjoyed her afternoon soap operas and her casual trips into town or the outlying parks. Other than that, she led an uneventful life. Watching Bret shower, usually before he would go out for a while, was the highlight of her day. Since that first time, she had pleasantly stumbled onto a daily routine. Bret would shower after work every day and every day, he would leave his bathroom door open. It was rare that he would pleasure himself, but she still made a routine of sitting at the halfway point of the staircase, sipping her iced tea, and watching Bret take his nice, long showers. Marjorie on the other hand, would make it a point to pleasure herself to this fantasy close to half of the time. She smiled to Gary as he left. Five minutes later, Bret entered. It was very hot that day so he was only wearing his tank top undershirt and carried his warehouse shirt over his shoulder. He rinsed out his thermos and made his way to his apartment. Marjorie fumbled around the kitchen with no purpose, listening for the shower to turn on. The sound of rushing water filled the silence and it was time for her afternoon show. She took her drink and went to her usual seat and watched as the nude Bret stepped into the shower. She looked on so intently, as if studying his showering maneuvers. His penis was semi-erect so she wondered if this would be one of the masturbation days. She bit her bottom lip as he began to soap his body. Today would definitely be a masturbation day for her. In fact, she wasn't going to wait to go to her room. Today, she was going to do it, right there while she watched him. Her legs parted slightly. The sides of the robe draped over each leg. She took her index finger into her mouth and coated it with saliva. She then placed that index finger between her legs and began to stroke up and down her clitoris. The touch made her instantly wet. With her other hand, she reached into her robe and began to massage one of her large breasts. Her eyes closed for a moment before she came back to her senses and made sure to pay attention, so not to get caught. Her eyes widened at the sight of him soaping and cleansing his admirable manhood. He was doing it slowly, as if really enjoying it. She slid her finger down and inserted it inside herself. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him clean his penis in seemingly slow motion. The semi-erection started to become full. Her gaze remained on his cock. She became lost at the scene because she didn't notice that the one thing she always was alert to avoid, happened. Bret glanced over and looked right at Marjorie. Her eyes were heavy and she licked her lips as she continued to finger herself. Bret smirked and began to slowly stroke his now fully erect penis, knowing he was putting on a show for his friend's mom. Marjorie's eyes closed as she approached climax. A low moan escaped her and she opened her eyes. She looked up and noticed he was watching her while he stroked himself. Marjorie immediately stopped and retreated up to her room. "Shit." She cursed herself as she closed the door behind her. She allowed herself to get careless and now, her little afternoon shows are finished. He would undoubtedly start closing the door from now on. "How embarrassing." she thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on her bedroom door. She looked over as the door opened and a nude Bret entered. She was stunned that he was standing there, nude, and still fully erect. "Marjorie." He said softly. She had no response. Here he was, standing in her room. Everything she always thought about, and pleasured herself to. He slowly strode to her and took her in a deep kiss. Her hands ready to push him away but instead, clasped his shoulders. His hands held either side of her face as their lips danced in perfect unison and their tongues caressed. His fingers traced down her face and past her neck. They continued over her breasts and down to the sash of the robe. He quickly tugged it loose and brought his hands back up over her breasts to her shoulders. The slightest motion had her robe fall off her shoulders. She lowered her arms and it dropped to the floor. He broke the kiss and stepped back, admiring his best friend's beautiful mother in all her glory. Her breasts were large, with thick, brown nipples. She wasn't fat by any means. Just somewhat meaty in the midsection. She had thick bush of brown pubic hair. He reached out and took her hand in his. He guided her into him and they kissed again. His erection was hard and pressed against her lower abdomen. His hands wandered slowly over her hips to her ass. She ran her fingers tips up and down the sides of his abdomen. Their kissing was perfectly in sync. He lifted her by her ass and gently placed her on the bed. She slid her body along the mattress until her head rested on her pillows. Bret crawled onto the bed following her. He placed a hand on her knees and parted her legs. He kissed the insides of her knees and traced soft kisses and periodically suckled on her voluptuous thighs en route to her aroused and glistening vagina. He stopped at the top of her inner thigh and traced his tongue along the corner where her thigh met her pubic area. Marjorie let out a whiny moan as she yearned to feel his tongue on her sex. He didn't oblige. Instead, he traced his tongue over top of her clit and through her pubes to the other side before resuming on other corner. She pressed her hips slightly forward, wanting and needing to feel him. He used his hands to slowly press her legs forward. She grasped them behind her own knees and pulled back so she was spread for him. He licked his lips before pressing them directly on her vagina. He probed his tongue in and out as his lips kissed her sex. "Ohhhh." she moaned very audibly. He palmed his hands on both of her ass cheeks and pushed forward so her spread sex was higher and her legs pressed more firmly against her body. His thumbs were positioned on the insides of her ass cheeks, pulling them slightly apart, and exposing her asshole as well. He began to slowly lick up and down her entire sex. The tip of his tongue would graze her rectum with each long lick. She grew increasingly wet. She let out long, breathy moans "Ohhhh...Oh Bret!" He brought one finger up and inserted it into her. He probed his finger tip in and out of her as his tongue began to focus strictly on her swelling clitoris. She tried to buck her hips but it was difficult with her legs propped the way they were. He teased her with his finger, barely inserting half of it inside of her before withdrawing. His thumb grazed her exposed asshole with each finger insertion. Bret's tongue was like magic on Marjorie's clit. She gazed an empty stare at the ceiling as she indulged in the pleasure. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, waiting, and pleading in her mind that he please bring her to climax. She let herself go as he teased and teased until finally, her orgasm built within her. Her thighs tensed and her toes curled. "Oh God...Bret I'm gonna cum." she whispered. Bret continued his deliberate task of slowly pleasuring her with his tongue. His finger still only teasing in and out of her. "Ohh...Ohhh...Oh Shit!" she moaned as she released a very tense orgasm. Bret still continued through her release. Marjorie's legs began to shake as the sensitivity of her post orgasm shot throughout her entire body. She breathed rapidly and heavily as she was hardly able to contain herself anymore. After another long lick up her entire sex, he brought his mouth away and ceased the probing of his finger. He leaned over her and they engaged in a deep kiss. Bret leaned up and let her legs fall to either side of him. He laid down next to her, sliding his arm under her neck to hold her in an embrace. He brought her outer leg up and she wrapped it around his waist. He positioned his hips a moment and slowly inserted his large erection into her. "Ohhhhhh." she moaned very loudly this time as she felt the first man inside her in over three years. His left hand palmed her outer ass cheek and with his right arm, he pulled her into a half sitting up position and took her in another deep kiss. He hooked his arm under her left leg and propped it up across their bodies over his left shoulder. He reached back around her back and shoulders and kissed her softly, sensually. Their lips parted slightly and their tongues grazed each other's. Slowly and smoothly, he pressed himself fully inside her and withdrew. "Mmmmmm...Uhhhhhhh...Bret." she muttered between lip meetings. Their kissing was so passionate, so involved. He continued his slow and steady insertions, in and out, in and out, in and out. She moaned into the kiss as he filled her. Gradually, he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His pelvis crashed into hers making a very audible smacking sound. She locked her fingers behind his head as she held on, her body shaking as he pushed in and out of her. He released her ass and brought his hand across her thighs to her clitoris, massaging it as he penetrated her. "Mmmmm...mmmm." she continued to moan into the kiss, failing to pull away from the kiss as he held her tight. He broke the kiss and lowered his head to her jawline kissing softly along her face and neck. "Ohhhhh Yes...Uhhhhhh...Uhhhhhh." she moaned so loudly. She closed her eyes tight as an orgasm built and released so quickly she hardly had time to react. "Ohhhhhhh Shit...I'm cumming again...I'm cumming again!" she yelled out. He continued to rub her clit furiously as he slowed his pace. "Uh..Uh...Uhhh." she cooed shakily as her body shook and quivered. The sensation so great she could hardly stand it. He kept her held tight. Her free leg bending and tightening as the seconds past. She bit her bottom lip as she her breath quickened and became shallow. Her mouth opened as her eyes remained closed. Bret brought his mouth up from her neck and took her bottom lip in his teeth, biting gently and sucking it into his mouth. "Oh...oh shit, Bret. Ohhh OHHHHH!!" She clung to his shoulders with her hands as he mercifully slowed the massaging of her clit, tracing his fingertips lightly along the full length of her sex. He hooked his arm under her free leg and pulled it up next to her other leg which remained propped over his shoulder. He locked his hands together, folding her nearly in half as she was still in a sitting position. He quickened the pace in which he penetrated her. He stared into her eyes. She wearily gazed back to him as her facial expression was that of exhaustion and sympathy. "Uhhhh...Uhhh." she continued to moan as he filled her with every insertion. Low deep moans started to escape him. His erection hardened more as the rush of his orgasm rapidly approached. "Mmmmm...uhhhhh." he let out. He pulled out and released several strong shots of semen onto the back of her thighs and her ass. His muscles tightened as he kept her held in place. His pulsating cock continuing to spout lighter streams of semen, nearly completely coating all areas of her body within range. He held her in place as he leaned forward, kissing her again. He pressed his hips forward, grazing the head of his still full erection against her quivering sex. Her body jolted and twitched with each grazing. Finally, he released his hands and allowed her legs to stretch outward and rest on the bed. Marjorie collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted, and thoroughly pleasured. Bret continued to just stare at her, a slight smile on his face. He leaned in and kissed her gently as he massaged her shoulders. "Mmmmmmm." she let out as they embraced.