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My Son's Best Friend

By: Cheleste



My son Paul had his driver's license taken away, so I ended up chauffeuring him around for six months.

One day, we went to pick up his friend, Jonah. Jonah was a late bloomer, and his body had recently outgrown itself, angling awkwardly into over-sized hands and feet and tree-like limbs. He ambled out to the truck, and his shy half-smile stretched into a brief grin at me as he folded himself inside.

There had been a short argument over who should sit in the tiny back seat. The negotiated compromise put both boys into the one front passenger seat, with Paul by the window.

Jonah's chestnut hair was wet from his shower, and I could smell the scent of lavender on his freshly-scrubbed skin. His left leg spilled over the bucket seat to the space between us and pressed against the gear shift as I moved it in its right angles. He was wearing cutoff corduroys, and coarse dark hair curled along his sinewy legs.

When we arrived home, there was a message calling Paul into work; so Jonah went along for the ride. Relegated to the cramped back seat by Paul, who argued he would have the front to himself all the way back, I could see his face in the rearview mirror every time I glanced back. Little coarse nubs dotted his jaw, and fine dark hairs fringed his upper lip. He sat quietly with that half-smile on his face, staring ahead with his piercing black eyes.

Jonah was not fond of words, and didn't converse with Paul or me on the way there. So I didn't force small talk once he had extricated himself from the back seat and taken the place vacated by Paul.

In the silence, my mind examined the raw data being fed to it by my senses. I breathed in the soapy lavender smell and the dampness of his hair, thinking that it is one of the few scents I love. I mused upon the suddenness of his recent growth spurt; the dark coarseness of his hair, so rampant on his body now; the solidity and denseness of his large frame, now creating such a presence in my truck.

It was as if the powerful hormones which had produced this abundant growth were palpable. I felt a yearning within me toward that growth, like the thrust of a cotyledon in spring toward the sun. And the seed of an idea began to ferment in my brain.

I was suddenly aware of the weight of my own breasts which pressed my nipples into points through the yellow cotton knit of my turtleneck. I could feel our pheromones mingling and playing in the space of air between us.

By the time the half hour drive was half over, my plan was sealed. There was no question that my house would be our first stop, and no stopping the question I had to ask him. As hesitation turned to resolve, the vague sense of yearning turned to hard evidence, and a tingling sensation signalled the rush of welcome to my port of call. My breathing was already heavy, and moisture was seeping to the edges.

I glanced over at him, wondering if he knew the effect he was having on me. When I looked back to the road, he turned his head toward me, and his gaze was long and intent. I glanced again, and his eyes dropped. I raised my arm to the top of the steering wheel as I peered ahead, so the round firmness of my breasts was fully visible to him. The tingling in their points was as intense as if his eyes were fingertips.

I moved my left hand to my chest, and brushed my fingers lightly down and over the right nipple; then buried them between my legs.

When I glanced a third time, he was staring straight ahead, but I could see the sweat glistening in the fine hairs of his upper lip, and his hands fumbling absentmindedly in his lap. Was the beast beneath them rousing? Of course it was! I couldn't wait to release it from its prison.

I knew for a fact that Jonah was not a virgin. Paul told me he'd had an encounter with a college girl last year. The thought that he had already tasted the forbidden fruit, yet could not have fully apprised it yet, made him even more appealing than if he had never tasted. He had an idea of what he was in for, yet not the half of it. How delicious.

Mercifully, the drive was almost complete. I didn't know how much longer I could endure the wait.

We bounced and bumped up my narrow dirt driveway and landed between the two cactus plants which stood guard over it. I shoved the gearshift into first, yanked the emergency brake, and turned to him.

His eyes met mine, and they were unafraid.

"I know you're a person of few words. So I only have four of them for you," I said. "Do you want me?"

A small gasp escaped from his parted lips, not unlike the tremulous sob at the end of a crying spell, and he lifted his arm toward me without any certain objective.

Extricating my legs from under the steering wheel, I turned my body over his, pushing my swollen labia through jeans and seams against the mound I knew would be there under my splayed legs, knees bent into the back of his seat. His arms closed around me with surprising grace, and his kiss was firm, and masculine, and hungry. His tongue kneaded mine, and his hands found my breasts. His noises were like mews and whimpers; like a puppy crying; like a forlorn kitten found.

I suspected that he wouldn't last long this way, and since my foreplay was already twenty-six miles long, I wasted no time unfastening my jeans and his, and unceremoniously wriggling out of mine, pushing and shoving them with legs and knees cocked at awkward angles, naked ass emerging, one leg and then the other. Bracing my feet on the seat, I lifted my bare ass into the windshield and hovered over him so he could straighten his torso and pull down his short pants, which landed in a puddle around his ankles.

There it was. He was wearing no underwear, and below the furry dark growth around his navel which extended like an arrow down his pelvis, there it was. Fat and red and sleek, bursting its seams, its taut head shiny smooth and wet with pre-cum, it was magnificent. A chuckle in the back of my brain confirmed what I'd always heard--big hands, big feet...big! It was luscious.

Lowering my ass, the target rushed to the shaft and found its mark. I closed my eyes, sliding luxuriously down his pole until I had swallowed it to the base; but not before I had held his eyes with mine and found them guileless and wanting.

I rode him then, up and down, up and down, like a pony on a carousel. The music whined, the world spun, and all was cotton candy and glossy red apples forever. The bell rang, the siren sounded, the clapper clanged, and his explosion within me imploded as my body became his and his mine for one moment in time.

Our panting slowed, and we soon came to know that we were two again. He kissed me tenderly with his eyes closed, while mine were open; all over my face, he kissed me; and caressed my breasts under the turtleneck, and lifted it carefully over my head, so he could mouth the flesh of my chest. And he buried his big hands in my long curls, and massaged my scalp; and held me close to his chest and licked my cheek.

He was so warm. So comforting. So sweet.

And I knew I could never do this again.

My Son's Best Friend



...........

Chapter One: What ever happened to...

It was something that had been on my mind for much of the summer, but I hadn't mentioned it to my son until the day he was heading off to college. I tried to be as casual and distant as possible when I broached the subject while we drove out to the University of Buffalo, where he would be starting his freshman year of college, not wanting to expose my more than casual interest.

"What ever happened to Marc?" I asked in a flip manner while the seemingly endless trip along the interstate droned on. "I didn't see him all summer, and you two were always joined at the hip."

"Fucking faggot!" my son blurted out, and the ferocity of his reply almost made me lose control of the car and the little U-Haul we were towing behind us. 

"What?" I asked after regaining control of the vehicle.

"Sorry," he said, apparently just then realizing how loud and strident his answer had been. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh," I said, but after a few minutes of awkward silence, he did want to talk about it.

He told me about how after they had dropped their Senior Prom dates off, Marc had made a pass at him. More than a pass, I guess, but more like a grab of his crotch.

"I should have known he was a queer," my kid said. "He never really went after girls like he wanted them. They were more like friends. When I think about all those times we spent together, the times he saw me naked, and the times we even slept in the same bed..."

I watched my son shudder as he let his voice trail off, and I was very disappointed in his reaction for a couple of reasons. The first being that I had hoped he had been raised to be a more tolerant person, and would have been more forgiving toward a friend that had been like a brother to him all those years.

The second reason I was saddened was that he didn't realize that the man sitting next to him, his father, could have easily fit all the derisive words that he had applied to his former friend. Queer. Faggot.

..

Chapter Two: Fighting the feeling.

My wife was aware of my bisexuality when she married me over twenty years earlier. Bisexual barely described my sexual experiences prior to meeting Kara. I had been with only a couple of women before meeting and falling in love with the woman that would become my wife.

How many men? I couldn't say with any degree of accuracy, and I'm not especially proud of the fact that even during a very promiscuous age, I could have been described as extremely promiscuous. I was a poster boy for the phrase "young, dumb, and full of cum", and although back in the 70's it was a very different and MUCH safer time to live that lifestyle, it was still very reckless on my part, and I'm lucky to have made it through healthy and wiser. 

...

Chapter Three: Marc.

After helping my son move into his room at college, I spent the entire six hour ride home thinking about Marc. I wasn't shocked over the revelation that he was gay, because I had suspected as much from the first time I had seen him. I was sorry about what had gone down between the two former friends, and had to admit to myself that part of the sadness I was feeling was because I wouldn't be seeing him around our house any longer.

My mind went back to that day when Marc had come along with the rest of our family for a picnic at a State Park near our town. It was just before their Prom incident must have occurred. While my wife and son set up the picnic table, I had gone to the beach house with Marc to change into bathing suits.

When we got into the changing area, I was a little surprised at how open the area was. Usually, this kind of place would present a visual feast for me anyway, but the prospect of changing next to my son's best friend was an added treat.

Marc was a very slight young man, and at around 5'7" was a couple of inches shorter than me. I have a fairly slender build, but Marc was even thinner, and his body was very athletic. Marc had just gotten a full-ride scholarship to our local college for his swimming prowess, and it showed.

Marc undressed very slowly, and I was certain that it was because I was standing next to him. I felt a tad strange getting naked next to Marc, but I was certain that once he got a glimpse of my body, he would feel less self-conscious about his own.

When I got naked and fumbled around with my trunks, I could see his eyes looking over at me. Like just about everyone else who had ever seen me naked, I saw the familiar double take when he saw my genitals, but I pretended not to notice while I took my time putting on my trunks.

Years ago I had stopped being ashamed of myself when others would see me naked. Part of that came from the fact that a lot of men, mostly older men, were quite attracted to me just as I was. This gave me the confidence to let it all hang out, even though in my case, what "hung out" wasn't even 5 inches long when erect, and less than half that limp. I wasn't blessed with thickness to make up for my shortcomings, and that, combined with my almost total lack of body hair, made me crown myself with the title, "The Man that Puberty Forgot".

Marc continued to undress while I fiddled first with the string that held up my trunks, and then with folding my clothes. Marc's body was nearly as smooth as my own, and as his hairless chest became exposed my eyes traveled down to his stomach with his well-defined abs.

I almost felt guilty in continuing to look as his pants came off, but kept on looking anyway. When the underwear came down, I saw the tiny tuft of jet black pubic hair first, and while that was expected, what came next wasn't.

My jaw might not have hit the ground when Marc's briefs did, but it couldn't have been far behind. I was dumbstruck as my eyes got sight of Marc's cock, almost refusing to believe what I was seeing.

To put it bluntly, little Marc was hung like a horse. His beige cock swung down between his legs like an elephant's truck. Incredibly thick at the base, it tapered somewhat as it reached the glans, which was long and conical in shape. Behind his flaccid hose, a pair of nice-sized balls hung loosely in a hairless, wrinkled sac.

I snapped out of my trance when I realized that Marc had noticed me staring at him, but if it had bothered him, he didn't seem to let it show, and he proceeded to take his sweet time getting his trunks on as well. 

Why should he hide himself, I thought to myself while I mumbled something before securing my stuff in a locker and hustling out to the beach. If I had that equipment on me I'd walk around flaunting it every chance I got.

I felt like an idiot for having stood there naked next to this kid, trying to make him feel less embarrassed about having what I had assumed to be a build similar to mine, when it turned out that not only wasn't 18 year old Marc a kid chronologically any longer, he certainly wasn't physically either. 

For the rest of the day, no matter how much I tried not to, whenever I saw Marc, my eyes went to his trunks. The tan trunks were baggy and revealed nothing, yet when I looked at him, it was as if they weren't on him at all. All I could see was that incredible cock swinging lazily between his legs.

While this vision might have made the long drive pass by in a more interesting manner, it gave me a boner that was stuck to my underwear when I finally made it home. Kara having already fallen asleep, I tiptoed through the quiet house and went down to the den, where I slowly stroked my dick while reclining on the couch.

I came quick and I came messy, spouting cum all over my chest and stomach. Because I was so exhausted from the driving, I feel asleep right after that, which would have made for an interesting sight had my nap lasted until morning when my wife got up.

Instead, I woke up a half hour later, with the cum hardened on my body and my dick hard again from having dreamed of you-know-who. It took only a minute for me to pop another load all over myself, an orgasm much less messy but no less satisfying than the first one, and only then did I get up and head into to bed after a brief trip to the can to wipe myself down.

"Mm," Kara cooed, scrunching up next to me when I got into bed, grabbing at my drained little pecker. "Missed you."

"I'm dead," I told her, blaming the 12 hours of driving for my lack of response, and soon dropped off while dreaming it wasn't Kara's hand on my dick.

....

Chapter Four: Swim meet.

I found a seat in the bleachers on the side of the pool in the humid University rec center and leafed through the program, looking for his name before finally finding it way down toward the bottom of the page. Marc swam the 100 meter freestyle, and was also listed in the 100X4 relay, but both were much later in the event, so I had to sit through almost the entire meet before Marc would appear.

Strangely enough, I was not aroused while looking at all the swimmers parading around in their very brief swimsuits. I had never been attracted to that type of man, having always been drawn to older, hirsute guys, and that description fit none of these men.

I was beginning to think that I had just been in a strange mood that day in the changing room when I saw him. Marc appeared from out of the locker room to begin to warm up, and as he went into the water a few times to loosen up, I felt myself getting hard already. My eyes kept traveling down his lithe and lean torso, always stopping at the minuscule trunks, as I tried to figure out how he could fit his package in them without revealing how well endowed he was.

He was dwarfed by most of the other swimmers, who all seemed much taller and more physically mature than he did, and I felt bad for him, hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself when his chance came.

As it turned out, I needn't have worried, because he finished 3rd in his individual event despite a slow start, and swam a middle leg in the relay which his team won. Not a bad showing at all, especially for a freshman who was competing against older swimmers, and I was as proud of him as I would have been for one of my own.

After the event ended, I went down to pool-side where the families and friends of the competitors were milling around their loved ones. Marc was talking with a swimmer from one of the other schools when he caught my eye, and his eyes lit up when he saw me, and hurried over to greet me.

"Mr. Wells!" he gushed excitedly. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hey, gotta support the local school," I said as he gave me a brief hug. "I happened to see this event listed in the paper, so I thought I'd come root you on."

"Awesome!" Marc said.

"Look, would you like to grab a cup of coffee or something?" I asked, looking around for his folks.

"Love it!" Marc said. "Give me about ten minutes to shower, okay?"

"Of course," I said, and watched as he hurried into the locker room. 

I stood patiently outside the arena, trying to compose myself while Marc changed. I felt like a predator, probably feeling a whole lot like the men that wanted me back when I was 18 felt like. It's not the same these days, I kept telling myself. 18 in 2009 isn't like 18 was in 1973, and my interest wasn't based on anything like those men had in me.

"He's not a kid anymore, he's a man" I mumbled to myself, as I saw him walking toward me with his gym bag in hand, wearing a black satin sweat suit and a big smile.

.....

Chapter Five: Chatting.

I offered to take Marc out to dinner, but he declined, telling me that he had to watch his weight, so instead we found a booth in a Starbucks just off campus and had a couple of cups of coffee.

"Imagine finding a Starbucks so close," I said with a grin as we made ourselves comfortable.

"Yeah, there isn't another one on this side of the street for another couple of blocks," Marc quipped, and after we exchanged small talk for a while, he asked about my son.

"Todd? He's doing well," I said. "Of course, getting news out of you kids is like pulling teeth."

"Glad to hear that," Marc said as he blew on his coffee.

"When I drove him out to school," I said slowly, measuring my words carefully. "I asked him why I hadn't seen you all summer."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and he... told me about what happened," I admitted, watching the flush of color come to Marc's cheeks.

He looked so young and innocent, sitting there kitty-corner to me in the booth. His smooth baby face, with his short spiked black hair, made him seem younger than his years, and I suspect that I saw a lot of myself in Marc at that age, with a few very obvious differences.

"Oh," Marc said with a great deal of difficulty. "Yeah. Guess I screwed up big time."

"Who doesn't?" I told Marc. "If I had a hard a dollar for every mistake I made at your age..."

"Yeah, but this one was major," Marc said. "I don't think he'll ever forgive me."

"Give him time," I told Marc. "I think that he'll get over it eventually."

We looked into our coffee cups for a few moments before I spoke again.

"Does anybody know?" I asked. "About you being gay, I mean?"

"No, I mean, I'm not gay," Marc protested, looking around as he spoke quietly. "I'm just... confused. I like girls too, it's just that... I don't know what I mean."

"You're young," I told him. "You're still trying to figure everything out. If you like men and women, then you're probably bisexual. Nothing wrong with that."

Marc shrugged and went back to toying with his coffee. He started to say something but stopped and went back to staring into his cup.

"Let me tell you a story," I said finally. "It's about this guy who was about your age. He was confused too. He was insecure about himself, and was very insecure about his body. He liked girls, but they didn't seem to feel the same towards him. He had a really bad experience with the first girl he had been with, so he was as miserable as could be."

"Sounds familiar," Marc whispered.

"He had an experience with a man, an older man, and the man was so kind and so understanding, that the guy began to feel better about himself. He had a bunch of experiences with other older men, and they were almost all wonderful. Eventually, he met a wonderful woman and they got married and had a great life, with kids and everything."

"Maybe that's what I should do," Marc said. "This other guy - was that you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Does Mrs. Wells know?"

"She knows that I had experiences with men," I told him. "She doesn't know how many or anything. Frankly, what I did back then is not something I would recommend to anyone. Things got dangerous since then."

"I know," Marc said. "There are some things that guys do, you know, with each other, that don't interest me. Kissing on the lips, and like with... the ass."

"I see. I think you'll find a lot of men that feel the same way," I assured him, not bothering to mention that I was most assuredly one of them these days. "What is it you enjoy?

"I dunno. Weird stuff. Ever hear of frottage?" Marc asked me, and when I told him I didn't, he explained it to me.

"It's when you rub your... you know, against a another guy's stuff. His dick or some other part of him."

"Oh, I didn't know it had a name," I said with a chuckle. "In that case, I do know."

"Yeah. Well, that and touching and, you know."

"Oral?" I asked, and when he sheepishly nodded I smiled.

"Do you still get the urge to do stuff with guys?" Marc asked.

"Yes."

"What happens?"

"Usually, I just try to let the urge pass, but there are times when I have given in," I confessed.

"You probably don't do stupid things like I did to Todd," Marc said ruefully.

"No, because I was usually the one being pursued," I said. "I was the submissive one, and so other men would come on to me. I guess they would have to go through the occasional embarrassment like you did. I had it easy back then, because I had a look that many men found attractive."

"You still look good," Marc said, and a chill went down my spine when he added, "Still look young."

"Well, that was part of what excited other men back then," I went on. "Even though they knew I was of legal age, I looked 13 until I was 30. Still do, without my clothes on," I added.

"I...," Marc started to say, but stopped himself.

"You were starting to say something," I reminded Marc when the silence overwhelmed us.

"Uh, I was just going to say that I must be weird, because of the type of guys that interest me," Marc said.

"I doubt that anything is considered weird these days," I told him. "Everybody has preferences about what turns them on in men or women. Men like redheads, or big breasts or tall women, and they aren't considered weird."

"Well, I find myself attracted to guys who aren't, you know, real big."

"Oh," I said, swallowing hard, and forced him to continue even though I was pretty sure what he meant. "You mean guys that aren't real tall and husky?"

"No," Marc managed to say, his voice choking up as he spoke. "I mean, guys that aren't... well endowed.

"Small cocks?" I whispered while my heart raced. "You get excited being with guys that have little ones?"

"Told you I was weird," Marc admitted, his face now beet-red.

"Not to me you aren't, Marc," I told him, sliding a little closer to him on the couch. "Let me tell you about what turns me on. All my life I've found myself toward men who are well endowed. Maybe it's a case of wanting something you don't have or something like that. You know? The grass always greener? Anyway, I was getting undressed early last summer next to this good looking young man. I was curious as to what he looked like naked, so I looked over at him when his underwear came off. You know what I saw?"

Marc shook his head, his eyes bulging while his chest heaved as his breathing sounded like a locomotive.

"I saw the most beautiful cock imaginable," I said while looking into his eyes. "I couldn't get over how this guy who was so slim and boyish looking could have a cock that was so big even flaccid, and ever since then I've fantasized about what it would look like hard. About what it would feel like in my hand, in my mouth, and about how I wished I was his age so I could do more than fantasize about it."

"What," Marc asked, his voice squeaking now. "What does age have to do with it?"

......

Chapter Six: What indeed?

I was excited, but looking at Marc made me even more so, because he was twitching and shaking like he was ready to explode.

"I wasn't soft," Marc finally managed. "After I saw you get undressed, I was so excited that by the time I got my underwear off I was almost hard. If you stayed for a few more seconds, you would have seen me hard."

"I wish I had stayed now. Looking at me got you excited?" I asked, and Marc nodded like a bobble-head doll during an earthquake. "After you saw how little my dick is?"

"It was beautiful," Marc wheezed, and after looking around I slid my hand under the table and put it on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle underneath the soft fabric.

"Where do we take this from here?" I asked, thinking the possibilities through in my mind.

"Want to be with you," Marc said with a crazed look. "I promise that I won't ever say anything to anyone."

"I know you wouldn't," I said, becoming acutely aware that for whatever reason, Marc wanted me as badly as I wanted him. "It's just that I have to get home tonight."

"Tomorrow night?" Marc asked - pleaded.

"Give me a phone number I can get you at," I said, and Marc grabbed a napkin and scribbled his number on it.

"This is unreal," I told Marc. "I never dreamed that you would be at all interested in me."

"Always have been," Marc said. "After seeing you and after talking to you like this... move your hand over to the left a little."

Marc was referring to my hand which was still resting on his thigh, and after looking around the almost deserted room, I slid my hand along the satin until it reached the destination that Marc was hoping for me to find.




My Son's Best Friend



"Damn," I muttered under my breath after my hand found the outrageously large bulge on the inside of his thigh, and when Marc made a meek whining sound, I let my hand slide slowly down toward his knee.

"I can't believe how big you are," I whispered while letting my hand move slowly down the pulsating snake in his sweat pants.

Marc gasped, and as his eyes rolled back in his head, I felt his cock jerk several times under my grasp. I squeezed him while he rode his orgasm out, and only after his seizures stopped did I pull my hand out from under the table.

"I can't wait until tomorrow night," I said softly, grateful that this little activity had gone unoticed, and slid out of the booth.

The color of Marc's sweatpants and the darkness of the outside helped make the massive stain that coated the front of him hardly noticeable. As for me, my little boner was poking out against the fabric of my trousers as we walked out into the chilly evening, and this did not go unnoticed by Marc.

"I'd love to take care of that for you," Marc offered as he walked me to my car.

"Tomorrow," I said, wanting to save my energy as best I could. "Tomorrow."

.......

Chapter Seven: Tomorrow.

After I let myself into the hotel room, I turned on the light to the lowest setting and waited on the edge of the bed. After renting a room in a nice businessman's hotel near the campus, I had called Marc. He picked up the call quickly, and when I told him where I was and offered to pick him up, he said that he was close by and would be there shortly.

It couldn't have been even ten minutes before there was a tap on the door, and when I answered the knock, I saw an out-of-breath Marc on the other side.

I let him in and locked the door behind him, and after we looked at each other we both grinned and shrugged our shoulders almost simultaneously, which made us both laugh.

"I'm kinda nervous," Marc said.

"Me too," I admitted, reaching over and taking the bottom of his t-shirt in my hands and lifting it up over his head.

His body was so sleek and well-toned that I was surprised at how excited I was by him, seeing as how I had always been attracted to hairy men, which Marc most definitely was not. With his arms raised, I could see the faint five o'clock shadow in his armpits, the result of his shaving his body for swimming, which I assumed was the reason for his legs being so smooth as well.

Between us, we had to be the least hirsute men on the planet, although my condition was not by choice but by chance. My body hair consisted of tiny wisps of light brown hair under my arms and a little tuft above my dick.

"All these years, I thought that you didn't have any hair under your arms at all," Marc said as he pulled my shirt off and examined the little cluster with his fingers, lightly pulling the hairs with his fingers before giving them a little kiss.

"Might as well not," I shrugged.

"Looks cool to me," Marc said before kneeling down and undoing my trousers and getting them off of me.

Taking a deep breath, Marc reached up and grabbed by boxers by the elastic and peeled them down. My nervousness was evident by the fact that I didn't have an erection, and in fact my modest stem was shrinking into an even tinier toadstool as the cool air hit it.

I reached down to give it a little pull to stir it back to life, but Marc brushed my hand away and put his index finger under my dick and lifted it up while his face came closer.

I shivered when his tongue licked the tip of the crown, and after a couple more swipes, Marc opened his mouth and made my dick disappear. I groaned as I felt Marc's mouth work around me, making me feel like my dick was being gently battered like it was in a clothes washer.

My dick became immediately hard, and after it did, Marc lifted it onto the bridge of his nose while his mouth gobbled my balls and did a number on them.

After I shifted my weight back and forth a few times, I ran my hands through Marc's spiked scalp and encouraged him to get up, which he did. I knelt and took Marc's pants off, which left me at eye level with the huge bulge in the pouch of his starkly white underwear. 

I squeezed the cotton a bit, but got too impatient and finally grabbed the elastic and pulled them down, exposing his magnificent package. His cock was limp and wrinkled, and wasn't as long as it was during that time in the changing room. Not as long did not translate to small, or anything similar to that, because after his wrinkled tube came out of the pouch and hung down, it was still much bigger than I was hard, and had to be close to six inches long flaccid.

I took Marc's weighty cock and lifted it to my lips, inhaling the musky odor of his manhood as I took him into my mouth. My lips slid all the way down his shaft right to the base, where my nose rested in the little hair pillow above his manhood for a second.

Only a second, however, as I instantly felt the blood racing into his cock, and I had to pull my mouth back off of him as the tip of his cock probed my throat and made me choke a little. Soon my fist was wrapped most of the way around the base of his shaft while I tried to suck on the rest of his massive organ.

"Wait, Mr. Wells," Marc gasped, pulling me off of his erection and helping me to my feet.

"That was feeling way too good," Marc said. "Here, look at this."

I looked down to where Marc's cock was pressing into my groin. Marc's hand took my cock and placed it on top of his own and held it there while his hips moved forward and backward.

"Feels nice," I said, enjoying the rubbing of his cock on the underside of my dick.

We looked outrageous, however. With his cock pressing into the space between my cock and balls, the difference between the size of our organs could not have been more dynamic. The look on Marc's face told me how much is loved looking at us together, and I had to admit that it turned me on in a perverse way.

"I'm not laughing at you," Marc quickly added, as he misunderstood my reaction.

"I know, Marc," I said. 

The sight of my pale stem on top of his dusky organ was doing for Marc what this had done for several of my lovers in the distant past, and I was able to enjoy Marc's reaction to his outrageous physical superiority.

"This is frottage?" I asked while our dicks continued to gently rub together, and when he smiled and nodded, I added, "It does feel nice. I just wish I had more for you to rub into so it was better for you."

"No, no, no Mr. Wells," Marc said quickly. "This feels even better than it looks for me, and besides, you aren't all that small."

"It's okay," I said after giving him a look. "It really doesn't bother me. In fact, it turns me on as much as it does you. Maybe more."

"Really?" Marc asked.

"Can't you tell?" I asked him. "Feel how hard I am. I love it that your cock is more than twice as long and thick as mine. I'm dribbling all over us."

"I see it. It looks awesome," Marc said. "Can you cum? I want you to cum all over us."

That was no problem, because I had been on the verge of an orgasm ever since our dicks touched, so I kept rubbing my dick along the fat vein that traveled almost the entire length of Marc's dusky shaft. 

I let out a gasp, and then watched as my dick spat out a wad of cum into Marc's pubic hair, and another three or four spurts left me weak in the knees and left our cocks dripping with cum.

I heard Marc cry out just after I stopped cumming, and felt his load spurting all over me as well. I reached down and helped milk the rest of his seed out and then we exchanged dazed smiles.

"Haven't even made it to bed yet," I noted.

.......

Chapter Eight: In bed.

The only things that I had brought with me to the room was a bottle of champagne and a large bottle of massage oil, and after I popped the cork and poured us drinks into the tiny plastic cups in the room, I offered to give Marc a massage.

"Only if I can do you too," Marc said as he crawled ito the bed on his stomach.

I agreed, and went to work on the marvelously toned torso of my young friend. His legs were so muscular and smooth that I was able to knead them roughly and deeply, causing Marc to moan with contentment.

His thighs were next, and as I rubbed the oil into them my eyes went to his cute little butt, complete with tiny dimples. I parted Marc's butt cheeks as I moved upward, rubbing my oiled finger around his hairless, puckered ring, even darted a finger in briefly before going up to his back and shoulders.

As I massaged his back, I got the urge to straddle Marc while I worked on his back. My dick was already getting hard again, and I found that it felt very nice laying in the greased crack of Marc's ass.

"Oh yeah!" Marc gasped as he realized what I was doing. "You're hard again!"

"Not for long," I grunted, as my dick moved up and down the slick valley between his firm buttocks.

I laid down on top of Marc as I ground my body into his for several minutes, and Marc seemed to enjoy the feel of our bodies together as much as I did. When I could wait no longer, I went back up to a kneeling position and watched as my dick spat cum all over Marc's back.

"Do you take Viagra?" Marc asked as I rolled him onto his back and began rubbing the fronts of his legs.

"No, I guess that Mother Nature felt guilty about my equipment so I've always been blessed by being relisient," I told Marc. "It doesn't hurt to be with somebody that's so attractive either."

"And speaking of resilient," I noted, as I watched Marc's cock get longer as my hands got closer to it. "You seem to be making a comeback of your own here."

My oiled hands rubbed all around his crotch, and after I spread his thighs apart, I went right for his balls, grabbing the sizable orbs and kneading the oversized sac in my palm.

'Damn, what a pair you've got on you!" I exclaimed, as my words and touch had Marc's cock fully erect seconds later. "How do you fit all of this in those little trunks?"

"Tuck it... down between my legs," Mark grunted as I squeezed his scrotum roughly. "Try not to look at hot girls... or guys."

"When I watching you getting ready to race the other day, I kept trying to figure out how you managed that," I said, moving my hands up to his fully engorged cock.

"Need both hands for a man built you," I mentioned as I ran my lubricated hands up and down his glistening spear, straddling his thigh as I spun my hands while slowly jerking Marc off.

"That feels so unbelievable," Marc said, reaching over and putting his hand on my leg. "Your hands are magical."

I felt like I was worshipping the huge tool I had in my hands, and the sight and the feel of it so dominated the tiny body it was attached to, that it almost felt like I was performing some sort of ritual on it.

Marc's eyes were glazed as I kept running my hands up and down, taking care not to miss the slightest bit of him, from the thick roots of the base to the sweet tip of the glans. Marc wanted to cum, and I was able to keep him on the very brink of orgasm for the longest time. My fingers were cramped and my arms were aching, but I was so focused on what I was doing that I hardly noticed.

"Please," Marc whimpered to me.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked him, and after he nodded I worked my hands up and down his cock fast, squeezing him tightly.

Marc gripped at the bedding, arching his back as his orgasm roared up on him, and as he did, I slowed my stroking way down, finally stopping all together but applying great pressure to the area between the underside of the base of his tool and his balls.

Marc looked at me with an expression that brought to mind the painting "The Scream". His face twisted and distorted, as if on a out-of-control roller coaster, Marc desperately looked to me for release, and when he did that, I let go.

His cock erupted like a volcano. His first volley of cum flew several feet straight up in the air, and after I started jerking him off hard and fast again, the seed simply flew all over the place.

By the time Marc clawed my hands off of his still ejaculating member, my arms were dripping with his seed, and Marc finally curled up in a fetal position, his whole body shaking until I curled up on top of him and held him.

........

Chapter Nine: WTF?

"What," Marc said, his body still quivering a minute later, "the hell was that?"

"I don't know," I said. "I enjoyed being a part of it, though."

"You caused it," Marc said, a little smile crossing his face even as his body shuddered again, and he shielded his cock from me when I tried to touch it.

"Just wanted to see if I could get some more out of it," I said.

"There is no more," Marc said. "I'm drained. I actually ache down there."

"A really good ache," he quickly added. "That was so far beyond anything I've ever experienced. What did you do?"

"Just jerked you off," I said. "Chalk it up to a magic moment or something. I do have a whole lot of experience in the field of masturbation, however, both giving and receiving. Now let me finish your massage."

I gingerly picked up his deflated cock and set it over toward his hip before rubbing his rippled abdomen. As I ran my hands over Marc's sleek body, I felt a wave of emotions rush over me, unlike anything I had even felt before.

Part regret, part envy and probably part lust. As I looked over the magnificent specimen of manhood that shared the bed with me, for the first time I regretted being old. In effect, I had become the man that 30 or so years ago would have been doing what I was doing to Marc, worshipping his gifts and trying to share in his ecstasy.

The envy, both of his youth and of his obvious physical gifts as well. How wonderful it must be to be able to live your entire life unashamed, and to never have to suffer the pain of having a girl laugh at you when you took your underwear off. Hell, how I would have loved to experienced just once what I had just done to Marc.

Not just the intense orgasm, because I've been lucky to have had more than my share of those. Just the sensation of having two hands on my cock like that would be something I would loved to have enjoyed for one moment, and only men who have spent their lives getting off with just a thumb and an index finger could appreciate what I mean by that.

Those were feelings that I hadn't had since my much younger days. The other feeling, lust, was there too, and as I worked my fingers into Marc's shoulders, I realized that was an emotion that was always there within me.

Lifting his arm, I kneaded the muscles in his biceps, and even bowed my head and ran my tongue over his shaved armpits. When I did that, I felt Marc's hand reaching down between my legs, and as he lifted me up, I let him position me so that I was straddling his face with my crotch as I faced his feet.

I felt Marc's tongue licking my balls, sliding up along the underside of my dick and right down to the tender spot below my scrotum. From where I knelt, I could see our reflection in the dresser mirror, and the sight of Marc's tongue made my dick twitch with excitement.

Suddenly, my sac was in Marc's mouth, and I moaned as he began sucking my nuts hard, almost like he was trying to swallow them. My cherry-tomato sized balls were being rolled around in Marc's mouth, and as he sucked on them, I felt Marc's hand on my dick. 

I rode Marc's face like it was a saddle, while his mouth churned by balls around like they were in some sort of washing machine. Marc's index finger was rubbing all along the underside of my dick during all of this, and I had to hold onto my own thighs to keep my balance.

I started to cum, and even though my vision was a bit blurred, I got to watch myself in the mirror as my dick sprang up and down, squirting my seed all over Marc's chest before drooping back down against Marc's chin.

"Nice," I said as I crawled down next to Marc and let him spoon up into me. "Really nice."

..........

Chapter Ten: Good night.

"I have to go soon," I said after a while.

We had fallen asleep for a bit, and when I saw what time it was I realized that I had to go back to my real world.

"Me too," Marc said with more than a touch of regret in his voice. "Will we ever do this again?"

"I don't know," I said honestly.

Despite the incredible time I had, I had a lot of misgivings and more than a touch of guilt about what I had done.

"This has been incredible, though, and I really mean that," I said. "I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did."

"It was the best night of my life," Marc said, and when he moved against me I could feel his hardness.

"I thought that was drained," I asked him.

"Can you stick around for a couple of minutes?" Marc asked, and when I said that I could, he rolled me onto my stomach, and after oiling the crack of my ass, laid his cock along the valley and began humping me.

The feel of his cock between my ass cheeks was very pleasant, and after a while I began squirming around, pretending that he was impaling me with his huge organ. Marc seemed to enjoy this reaction from me, and he came soon after, as I felt the warmth of his seed on my lower back as he groaned one last time.

"You came too?" Marc asked as he reached under me and felt my sticky dick and the fresh mess it had made under it. 

"Guilty," I said.

"I was going to get you off," Marc said.

"You did," I grinned. "This frottage? I like it. You increased my vocabulary tonight, even if you did leave me a quart low."

We took a shower together, and helped each other dry off, and those intimate moments were very special in their own way too, even though I was finished for the night, as no amount of tender washing and drying was going to bring me back to life. 

After dressing, I tidied up the room a little, and we both laughed at the pool of cum I had left on the sheets during that last event.

"That's the only mess that we didn't make on each other," Marc correctly noted as we went to the door.

I stopped just before opening the door, and gave Marc a hug, which he returned enthusiastically, even giving me a kiss on the cheek for good measure.

"If you ever want to, you know," Marc said, giving a nod to the bed behind us.

"Hey, you can count on seeing me plenty more," I said. "I enjoyed watching you swim, so I'll be around to root you on."

"Just do me a favor," Marc said as we walked down the hallway. "Don't let me see you until after the meet."

"Why? Nerves?" I asked.

"No," Marc corrected me. "The trunks. If I see you, I might have that problem we talked about before."

"Deal," I said, giving him a playful tap on the shoulder as we got into the elevator and back into our own worlds.

..........

thank you for reading

this story was inspired by, and dedicated to dave4545.



My Son's Best Friend



You know how sometimes you just know something is going to happen. Not because it might happen and not because it should happen., not even because you want it to happen. But just because whatever it is will happen no matter what anyone does.

That's how I felt when I answered the doorbell to find Drew, my son's best friend, standing on the porch. I knew the instant I saw him, without doubt or question, that Drew and I were going to make love. And, I knew it was going to be good.

Drew wasn't devastatingly handsome. He was a good looking, nineteen year old kid with short, dark hair. He stood about six feet tall and had an athletic, muscular build. I knew him fairly well. It wasn't as though I were his second mother but Drew was my son's best friend. We had talked before and I had always thought he was a very nice young man. I also had the feeling that for some unknown reason he had a crush on me.

"Hi, Drew," I greeted him in my friendliest tone of voice. I instantly wished I was dressed differently. With nothing to do that day, except for some light housework, I was wearing a yellow tube top, that left my shoulders and stomach bare, and cut off Levi shorts that I had cut too short. The rounded bottoms of my ass cheeks showed and if I wasn't careful when I sat down, since I wasn't wearing panties, my pussy was exposed, too. I was not wearing make up. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and my feet were bare. I may have wished I was dressed differently but, if the expression on Drew's face meant anything, he liked the way I was dressed.

"Oh--uh--hi, Mrs. Driscoll," Drew said, obviously flustered by my appearance, "Is--uh--Andy around?"

"No," I told him, "he went on an errand for me. He should be back in fifteen or twenty minutes. Why don't you come in and wait for him?" It was a lie but it had come to me so quickly and easily even I was surprised. Actually, my son was gone for the day. 

His father, my ex-husband, was a long distance truck driver. He called the night before and invited Andy to ride with him for the day. School was resuming in less than a week so that was their last chance to spend time together. Though I no longer got along with him, Andy and his dad were great pals. 

'You're sure its alright," Drew said politely.

"Of course its alright," I told him, "sit down and relax. Would you like something to drink?"

He asked for a coke and I went to the kitchen, hoping he was looking at my ass and legs. I felt like a teenager in lust for the first time and I did not have the slightest idea why. Maybe I was just horny.

On my way to the kitchen, I passed the hallway mirror and paused to study my reflection. I was forty two years old and had three kids. Andy was the only one still living at home. Despite the way I was dressed, or maybe because of it, I still looked good. 

I was five-six and had shoulder length,bleached blond hair. My face, without make up, showed it's age but I was still pretty. My body wasn't as lean as it had been twenty years ago but I had gained only twenty pounds. I might have been a little chubby but I was far from being fat. I had C cup breasts, still full and firm, a nice ass and great legs.

"Thank you, Mrs. Driscoll," Drew said when I handed him the coke.

"Just call me Brenda," I told him.

I sat down across from him and from the way his eyes suddenly widened, I must have flashed my pussy at him. I was pretty sure I could see a bulge growing in the front of his jeans. He looked nervous, almost scared, and I was enjoying it.

We made small talk, family, school, his part time job. Finally, we got around to what I wanted to talk about.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.

"No," Drew answered, "I mean, I date but there's no one special."

"That's too bad," I said, "a young guy like you needs a regular girlfriend, someone to relax with, someone who can relax you."

"I don't know," Drew said, his nervousness increasing, "that is--uh--I mean--I never--"

"Are you saying that you never had a woman?" I asked, "A good looking young man like you." 

Drew looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He wanted to run but didn't know where. ''No ma'am,'' he said, ''I mean, I'm not a ---''

''You can tell me,'' I said, ''I'd really like to know.''

''I had a girlfriend,'' Drew told me, obviously nervous, ''we had sex twice, in the back seat of my car. Then she got nervous about getting pregnant, even though I used a condom. She wouldn't let me--you know--and finally we broke up.''

''That's too bad,'' I said, a plan suddenly taking shape in my mind. I stood up and slowly walked towards him. "Do you like my legs?" I asked.

"Y...y...yes," Drew stammered, his eyes wide, his mouth open.

"How about my ass?" I asked, turning my back to him and looking over my shoulder, "Do you like my ass?"

"Its beautiful," he told me, "you're beautiful."

Facing him again, I hooked my thumbs in the top of the elastic tube that covered my breasts, lowering it a couple inches. "Would you like to see my breasts?" I asked, "I'll take my top off if you say yes. In fact, if you want me to, I'll take my shorts off. But if I do, you have to take your clothes off, too."

Drew was sweating. He had an expression of fear mixed with desire. I could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. A very large bulge. Teasing Drew had been fun but it had gone beyond teasing. I could feel the moisture of my vagina spreading onto the tops of my thighs. 

"Would you like to come upstairs with me?" I asked, offering him my hand.

"What about Andy?" Drew wanted to know, reaching for my hand.

"He won't be home until late," I said, ''Don't worry about Andy.'' I took Drew's hand in mine and led him upstairs to my bedroom.

Drew stood at the foot of the bed as I unbuttoned his shirt. I pushed his shirt back, off his shoulders and down his arms. He wasn't wearing a T shirt and I could not resist rubbing my palms against his hairless, muscular chest. 

As I unbuckled his belt, he said in a hoarse whisper, "Take your top off."

"You do it," I told him, sticking my hands straight up. He pulled my tube top up and off, exposing my breasts. His eyes were fixed on my chest. I took his hands and placed them on my bare breasts, letting him rub and squeeze the large globes as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

Once his pants were open, I put my hands on his head, forcing his face down to my breasts. "Suck the nipples," I told him, directing his mouth to my right breast. He sucked the nipple with short, fast pulls, each one shooting pleasure into my crotch.

I moved his face to my other breast and he continued sucking. "Bite it," I told him, "Not hard. Just take the nipple between your teeth and pull it."

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted as I moved his mouth back to my right breasts, "god, it feels so good. So fucking good.'' Drew caught on quickly.

Slowly, I pulled away. As I did, I unbuttoned and pushed down my shorts. "Did you ever see a woman completely naked before?" I asked Drew.

"No," Drew said, his voice strained.

I kicked my shorts away then spun around slowly with my arms out, "So what do you think?" I asked. But before he could answer, I dropped to my knees. 

Drew's pants were already down around his knees. I pulled off his shoes and socks and got his pants free of his feet. Then, I turned my attention to his briefs.

The bulge in the front of his shorts was bigger than I had thought and I could not tease Drew. or myself. any longer. I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist band and pulled the underwear down around his ankles.

If I had known what Drew had between his legs I might have seduced him much sooner. His cock was eight inches long and so thick it looked fat. I could feel my juices flooding my over-heated pussy, overflowing it and trickling onto my upper thighs.

Looking up at Drew's face, I gripped the base of the shaft, opened my mouth and let him watch his cock disappear between my lips. He groaned loudly as I tightened my lips around the middle of the shaft and sucked the fat pole of hard flesh in and out of my mouth.

"Oh, god," Drew rasped, "I think I'm going to cum."

"Go ahead, baby," I told him, breathing hard, "You can cum. I want to taste it and feel it shooting into my mouth." I lowered my free hand and fingered myself, rubbing my clit as I sucked Drew deep into my mouth.

"Uh--oh--I'm cumming," Drew gasped as his hips moved back and forth. His hands gripped the sides of my head and he began fucking my face with long, deep strokes. He groaned loudly and his cum, hot and thick, shot into my mouth. I pulled back and, with my eyes closed, let the rest of his creamy load shoot across my lips and cheeks and nose in long, hot streaks.

When he finally stopped cumming, he fell back on the bed, "Oh, WOW."

I swallowed what was in my mouth and went into the bathroom to towel Drew's cum off my face. When I came back, I stood in front of Drew and asked, ''Did you like that?''

He looked up at me, smiled, and asked, "Can I fuck you now?''

It was sooner than I had expected but I was more than ready to have his cock inside me. I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips. Slowly, I impaled myself on his stiff rod, watching his expression change from nervous anticipation to complete ecstasy. 

I pumped my hips up and down, lost in the sensation of Drew's over sized cock filling me, slowly withdrawing, then filling me again, completely. My orgasm built slowly, reaching it's peak just as Drew's throbbing member began spurting. I pressed my breasts against his chest and my lips down on his lips, as hot cream flowed into my belly.

Drew went into the bathroom and I went downstairs to get something for us to eat and drink. For the next hour and a half, we ate and drank, talked and laughed, then kissed and touched. As I lay on the bed, telling him, suggesting what he should do, Drew massaged my breasts, squeezing and pulling the nipples as he kissed my mouth, my face, my neck. Then he kissed and sucked my breasts while he rubbed my clitoris and finger fucked me. He kissed his way down my stomach, my belly, and finally between my legs. 

As he licked and sucked me, I told him to swing one leg over me so I could suck him, too.. Then we rolled over and, lying on top of him, I sucked and licked until his cock and balls were coated with saliva. As Drew licked and sucked me, his fingers fully explored my pussy and ass. After a long sixty nine, he got between my legs, fucking me for what seemed a very long time. We both experienced a strong, exhausting orgasm. 

Afterward, we slept for more than two hours.

A few days later, while waiting for a load of clothes to dry, I figured out that during twelve years of marriage, my husband and I made love more than fifteen hundred times. Fifteen hundred times in twelve years and not once had it been even close to what I experienced in six hours with Drew. 

It had been a perfect afternoon.

Sometimes, you just know.



My Son's Best Friend



I have heard, or probably read that men do it. With some men, we can pretty much tell they are doing it when they look at you. I had not, though, heard or read much about women doing it and until recently I most certainly had never done it. But as Gavin leaned back against the work surface in my kitchen and as I looked at him, his clothes seemed to vanish and I visualised him naked. 

Gavin is one of my nineteen year old son's friends. They were at school together and at the time were going off to uni together. I have known him since he was a kid and have always liked him He is polite and well mannered, always ready to help and has a fine sense of humour, he fits in easily in our household. He has similar sporting interests as my husband Richard, they both play golf and love football and cricket and he gets on well with my daughter in a friendly, but flirty sort of way.

I am in my mid-forties, a time that some might term the change of life period. For me, mentally and emotionally at least that is very true. With one brief aberration when I had an affair I have been faithful to Richard for well over twenty years. Over the past few years that has become more difficult. Richard works horrendous hours and travels a great deal with his job. Although his position as a senior partner in a corporate law firm and money I made from selling my family publishing business provides us with a very comfortable life-style, my world is getting worse and not better as I get older. Peter my son has been at university for over a year now and Sara has gone to college this year. Hence, I am desperately lonely. Richard's work to life balance is out of kilter and he has little time for anything other than his prescious, fucking career. Worse, for on top of that he has lost his sex drive or, maybe is getting it somewhere else for he rarely wants me. 

I don't think that is my fault as my figure has hardly changed in the last ten years and most people say I do not look my age. I have little excess weight, no cellulite and few wrinkles. My breasts are an ample C going on for D cup and only sag a little, I have no swell on my tummy or hips and when I play tennis in a skirt, men ogle my shapely legs. I dress smartly and fairly sexily, wear glam underwear, look after my shoulder-length ash blonde hair and have never refused him for I am always up for it. The problem is that 'it' does not come often enough, which in turn means I do not cum enough! And I need to do that. Masturbation helps and occasionally I have 'cybered,' but recently I have begun to realise that they are not enough.

*

That afternoon when I looked at my son's friend and 'saw' him naked was a watershed for me. After 'seeing' his broad, naked chest, his narrow waist, long, lithe legs, flat stomach and beautifully formed long, thick dick I was perplexed. I had not done anything like that before. Over the next few weeks before they went to university it happened twice more, both times with Gavin. The nights after these episodes as I lie in bed naked, my hands roaming over my breasts and between my legs I shocked myself even more. I found myself visualising being pulled firmly against the body I had 'seen' earlier, holding and stroking that dick and then letting it slide into me as Gavin fucked me.

When the boys came home from college for weekends or holidays Gavin seemed different. He was more chatty to me, he seemed more interested in me and in what I did with my time, he looked at me more and smiled at me more often. It was during the Christmas holiday that as, once more we were in the kitchen, I saw the look in his eyes that I had seen with other men and I realised that he was undressing me. I felt embarrassed. I also felt surprised, shocked and yes, I have to admit, aroused.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to handle the situation and I had no idea what he was after. Surely after knowing me for such a long time as Missus Moor, his friend Peter's mum, he wasn't fancying me was he? Surely he wasn't trying to show an interest? And surely he didn't want to have sex with me, or did he?

He turned away and picked up the newspaper. The three of us had lunch in the kitchen. Twice his knee touched mine under the table. He helped me clear up and brushed himself against me. Later, when I leaned forward to hand him a beer his eyes held mine, slid downwards, peered at the gaping front of my top and then back to hold my gaze. He had a slight smile on his face. I smiled back. As we all watched TV, he and Peter drank their beers as I sipped my wine. He glanced at me a couple of time and, I hoped, did not see me glancing at him. 

I saw that look in his eyes again. At the same time I was once more undressing him. It made for what I found to be a strange, but highly charged atmosphere. He and I were mentally having sex whilst my son was in the room.

I didn't see him for the week or so over Christmas, but we were at the same party on New Years Eve. We chatted, but in a group, not just the two of us. It was after midnight as the party in a marquee in the grounds of mutual friend's massive house, was breaking up that he came up to me. I was standing by the bar. Richard was talking to golf buddies and Peter was nowhere to be seen, but then he had been chasing an attractive young woman all evening.

"Like to dance Cat?" He asked as the DJ played a smoochy, Sinatra song.

I was surprised and went to refuse, but he took over and grabbed my hand. That felt nice and I found myself following him onto the small dance floor that was dark and crowded. He held me tight in his arms, he pulled me to him and we swayed on the spot as we chatted about how his studies were going. The first song ended and another slow one came on. I went to leave, but he held onto me. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us, but they weren't so I stayed there in his arms, pressed against him. We stopped talking and I enjoyed the swaying on the spot type of dance. I felt his hand moving. One slid down my back pausing, as mens' hands often do on my bra strap. Again as many men do he sort of fondled it. His other hand was on my hip. That moved at the same as which he moved himself away from me a little. The lower hand slid round my waist and then slipped downwards a little until his fingers rested on the swell of my bum. I was wearing a tight, thin, black dress and under it a tiny black thong and stockings; I was hoping to 'seduce' my husband later. 

The pressure from his fingers was very evident to me. It felt good. I again glanced round, but nobody was looking or interested, or so it seemed. His other hand also slid downwards and rested just beneath my waist. As we moved he turned that so his fingers were pointing downwards. He stayed like that for a few moments, but then slowly eased both hands downwards so that they rested on the cheeks of my bottom. That brought me to my senses and I wriggled my body trying to indicate for him to move them, but by doing that I closed the gap between us. I was pressed against him and realised that he had an erection. He pulled away.

"Sorry Cat" he whispered.

I was slightly drunk as I think he and most of the guests at the party were.

"That's ok" I whispered back relishing the lovely sensation.

Somehow, though, I pulled myself together. My respectable, middle class thinking took over and I pulled away.

"I think maybe we should go to the bar" I said walking away from him, my heart pounding and my mind racing at what had just happened.

Fortunately, at the bar we were soon in a group of others and I wasn't alone with him. Several times, though, before the party broke up around two our gazes locked. I wasn't at all sure whether I was pleased with that or not.

I spent New Years Day with the family. Richard flew off to New York the day after and things got back to normal, well actually back to how they were before Christmas. That meant Peter and Gavin spending a lot of time at my house. His parents were near to divorce and his mum, though a lovely lady was a real lush and often was pissed by six in the evening. Gavin or his father rarely had a dinner cooked for them!

"I'm going back early mum" Peter told me a few days later. "I have a load of stuff I have to catch up with." 

In some ways I was relieved for I assumed that Gavin would go with him. The next day, as Peter started to pack Gavin and I were in the kitchen where I was making some tea. I had put some of his clothes with Peter's in the washing machine. I felt him behind me, quite close.

"Will it be ok Cat if I pop round now and then when Pete's gone?"

I turned. He was very close, too close really for he was really invading my space. Our eyes locked for a moment or two. I didn't know what to do. Part of me, almost desperately, wanted to say yes, but at least an equal part knew I had to say no. From the party, when he had held me, become erect and had fondled me, it seemed as though he fancied me, but was that the atmosphere and the drink? In this colder light of sober day, did he want an older woman? Also, did I want him? Yes was the easy answer, yes I desperately wanted him, but was I prepared to take the risk? Can a woman ever really trust a man not to tell? Can she accept that he won't boast that 'I have had her?' 

In my case the ramifications of Gavin doing that were so huge that I really didn't think the rewards of having sex with him justified the risks. That said, sex changes things and makes us act completely differently to how we know deep down we should. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea Gavin."

"What you mean after New Years Eve?"

"Yes."

"I said I was sorry."

"Yes you did, I know."

Luckily, or unfortunately I wasn't sure which, we heard Peter coming down the stairs.

"Ok I'm ready, who is gonna take me to the station?"

Gavin and I looked at each other.

"The clothes are still washing, don't you need any of them Peter?"

"No thanks mum, I have all I need and in any case I will be back the week after next it's Brucies party."

"Look shall I take Pete and by the time I get back, my clothes should be finished?"

"Good idea mate, come on" Peter said putting his arm round me and kissing me. "See you soon mum."

I was on tenterhooks waiting for Gavin to return. I knew it would be at least half hour and for some inexplicable reason I took a shower. Naked, with the water pouring over me I saw that my nipples had hardened and I realised that I was aroused. 'God this can't be happening' I said to myself as unconsciously my hands found, cupped and squeezed both my breasts. It felt so good as I realised with horror that I was imagining Gavin's hands doing that. Turning the cold on I calmed down and got hold of myself.

I decided that I would go to the gym as soon as I could get rid of Gavin. I slipped into the new outfit I had bought at Marks a couple of days ago. It was a mid-blue singlet with spaghetti straps and matching pedal pusher, threequarter length pants. Both were very tight and round the waist of the trousers there was a strip of white material. There was also a jacket with three quarter length sleeve that covered the bare skin of my shoulders and hid, to an extent, the emphasis of my full breasts in the tight top. I knew that on a woman of my age the outfit was pushing it a bit, but the gym was my space. No one knew me there and I could behave as I wanted. In my more fanciful moments, usually when I was in bed naked with my hands between my legs, I made myself available to one, or some, of the young personal trainers, but that was still in mind, it hadn't yet, actually to my surprise, become reality. I kept my feet bare. Putting my ash-blonde hair into a pony tail I removed Gavin's clothes from the washing dryer and hung them on the drier ready for ironing later.

I heard Gavin's car in the peashingle driveway, before he rang the bell. I could hardly believe that as I passed the mirror in the hallway that I looked in it and checked my hair. 'What the fuck was I thinking and what the hell was I doing?' I wondered as I reached the door. 

"Hi" I said opening the door and standing back so he could get in.

"Hello Cat, Pete's gone."

"Thanks for taking him."

"He's my mate, that's what we do for each other."

I smiled at that. Having read that mates never go for the other's girl friends made me wonder if mums were off limits too. Seeing the look of interest in Gavin's eyes I somewhat doubted it.

"All your washing is ready."

"Thanks Cat it's very kind of you."

"You're welcome Gavin."

"Off to the gym are you?" He asked running his gaze up and down my body and, seemingly at least, focusing on my chest. I realised then that wearing the somewhat revealing and tight gym clothes was probably a mistake and might seem to Gavin as being rather provocative or, worse, inviting.

"Yes" I said softly.

"You enjoy that do you?"

"Yes, of course I wouldn't go otherwise."

"What do you enjoy there?"

"The exercise, the swimming and I love the steam room."

He didn't reply for a moment or two as we stood rather awkwardly still in the hallway looking at each other. 

"You must get lots of stares Cat" he said suddenly, again staring at my tits and cleavage.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's obvious."

"Is it?"

"Yes Cat very."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you have a fantastic figure and men love that."

I knew that I wasn't handling this very well and I didn't know what to do. I mumbled. "Thank you."

"Cat you must know that I think you have a great figure."

"Gavin stop it, this is silly."

"No it isn't silly Cat, it's just life."

"It isn't life, it's fantasy."

"What is?"

"What you are saying."

"What am I saying?"

"You know" I mumbled feeling confused and embarrassed, but at the same time excited. 

I was enjoying flirting with him. It had been so long since I had done anything like this. I felt sort of liberated, free and empowered. I realised that I was doing something just for me. It was a little like going into a chat room and I knew full well where that had led, me cybering with a couple of guys. I nearly giggled when I thought what this might lead to.

"What talking about your figure?"

"Yes" I said turning and walking down the hallway towards the kitchen and asking over my shoulder. "I was about to make a cup of tea, would you like one?"

"As long as I don't keep you from your workout Cat."

He followed me onto the kitchen. Again he leaned back against the same work surface as he had when I first 'saw him naked.' I could hardly pour the boiled water into the cups for my hands seemed to be shaking as once more when I glanced at him I saw nim naked showing his sculpted chest, narrow waist, six pack, athleticly muscled legs and his dangling dick.

"Here you are there's no rush."

"Good."

"Why good?"

"Well I was hoping to cadge dinner off you."

"What after I come back from the gym?" I rather stupidly asked when I should have simply told him to bugger off.

"Well I didn't know you were going did I?" He asked smiling at me as he fluttered his gaze up and down my body. As he did that I thought to myself 'how many men over the years have done that?' I also thought. 'Why the fuck is it that when he does it I feel as if I have had an electric shock?'

"No that's true, it was an impulse."

"Tell you what Cat, you go to the gym and I 'll cook dinner."

"Don't be daft."

"I like cooking."

For some unfathomable reason I agreed.

I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing during my workout as I was thinking what was waiting for me at home. As I ran on the cross trainer for twenty minutes with the waistcoat cover off and my tits flying around all over the place I determined to get rid of Gavin as soon as possible. As I worked on the rowing machine for another twenty minutes my mind wandered onto what it would be like to have a nineteen year old fuck me. As I did my ten minute wind down stretching I was totally confused and as I drove home in my Rangerover I had a mix of concern, excitement and guilt as I prepared emotionally for 'my date' with Gavin.

"Hi I have made spaghetti carbonara?" Gavin said as he walked out of the kitchen towards me. "Is that ok?"

He was wearing the 'uniform of today's youth' a white tee and blue jeans and looked lovely. My resolve to get rid of him quickly started to fade.

"Here" he said as I wandered into the kitchen and took in the lovely smells of the cooking and the sight of the neatly laid table; he had even put a rose in a thin vase I noted as he handed me a glass of white wine.

"Thanks Gav, this all looks lovely."

"Well thank you Missus M, but then as usual so do you?"

"Now, now" I said sipping my wine and feeling little tingles going through as I thought about the intimacy of the rather romantic nature of the situation.

"It is almost ready" he went on opening the oven door and removed a French loaf that he must have gone and bought. 

As with many women I don't like showering in the public locker room of the gym so I usually have one directly I get home. 

"No time for a quick shower then?"

"'fraid not" he replied looking at my slightly perspiration stained top through the open waistcoat. "Do it after dinner."

The dinner really was absolutely delightful and I had to metaphorically pinch myself several times to remind myself that this was not a date, or was it? He had left most of the lights off so the room was dim and he sat across the narrow table from me under which our legs were nearly touching. With the low top and the way I leaned forward to eat the pasta I knew he was getting an eyeful of my breasts and cleavage. 

We talked about a range of things that revolved mainly around university, Peter and people we knew. I realised that I was enjoying myself and almost giggled when I thought. 'It is a date.'

After finishing the white wine that I knew was from an already opened bottle he had said.

"Hope you don't mind Cat, but I opened a bottle of Chianti, is that ok?"

I noticed that we were already more than half way through that. That was starting to have an effect on me. My head felt a little 'fluffy' and I knew that my inhibitions were fading for I left the waistcoat thingy open and did nothing to 'cover up' as he looked at me. As he served some Stilton cheese that he also must have also gone out and bought I was feeling very comfortable with him and the situation. I was not being provocative or come on to him, but at the same time I was not being withdrawn, distant or stand offish. As we finished the red wine I was thinking to myself, albeit well in the back of my mind and then probably not seriously, 'I will leave it to him and go with the flow on that.' I doubt I really meant that at the time, but it made me feel bold and adventurous to think it.

As we finished the cheese and the esspreso coffee he insisted upon making with me knowing that I wouldn't sleep well with all that caffeine, I said.

"Well I had better get that shower."

"Yes, you do that and I will clear up here" he replied.

"Just leave it Gavin I will do it later."

"No, no I hate waking up to a mess in the morning."

It took a moment or two for that to sink in and then rather foolishly I stammered. "Are you staying the night?" He had often stayed when Peter was there, but never alone?

Smiling at me as we both stood up he replied coolly. "Well I haven't been asked" as he paused before adding. "Yet?"

We looked at each other. It was only for just a moment or two, but during that short time so much went through my head. I was wondering what he was thinking, although the lustful look in his eyes gave me a pretty good idea. I was thinking just how wonderful it could be if I knew there was no risk and I could simply say 'make love to me Gavin.' The overriding consideration, however, that was roaring through my mind I have to admit guiltily was what were the chances of it ever coming out. And if it did what would be the ramifications? Almost certainly a divorce, but then part of me was already going that way. It was the shame I would bring on myself and the terrible guilt I would feel with everyone I knew and particularly, of course with Sara and Peter. I simply couldn't imagine how I would feel and act if Peter said to me. 'You fucked my mate mum."




My Son's Best Friend



As we stared wordlessly at each other for what seemed an age, but was probably only seconds I felt horrified when his clothes seemed to disappear and I was looking at his naked form. At the same time I could see that familiar look in his eyes that I had seen often in other men. I took a deep breath and dragged my eyes away from his half-erect dick and said.

"I don't think that's a good idea Gavin."

Visibly gulping he replied, putting the ball firmly back into my court. "And why is that Cat?"

"It's just not."

"I have stayed loads of times before haven't I?" He said quietly as he moved a little nearer to me.

"Yes but that was different" I mumbled again feeling flustered as I looked at him seeing only his bare body.

"Why Cat" he said moving even closer to where I was standing with my back nearly touching the kitchen cabinet?

"Well um, er, oh just because it was."

"You really mean don't you Cat, because Pete was here."

"Yes Gavin I do" I replied a little more forcefully, but still hesitantly.

He smiled. "Why was he your chaperone?"

I couldn't help smiling. "No of course not."

"Did he make you behave properly?" he went on now, I thought beginning to chance his arm.

"Of course not, don't be silly" I replied still, when I looked at him seeing his naked body

"So how would you have been had he not been here?"

"Gavin please" I squirmed getting very uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking as he came and stood just a few feet from me.

"Please what Cat?"

"Stop it this is getting out of hand."

He totally ignored that plea.

"So are you saying Cat that had he not been here you would have behaved differently? Perhaps even misbehaved?"

"No, no of course not."

"What then, what are you saying?"

"Oh Gavin I don't know" I said very wimpishly.

"Maybe Cat" he said quietly putting his hand on the work surface beside me. "You might have been as you were at the Crompton's party on New Year's Eve."

"No I wouldn't."

"But you were then weren't you?"

"Were, er was what?" I said rather naively and clumsily.

"Simple Cat. Misbehaving."

"I agree I should not have let you do that."

"But you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"That's beside the point."

"No Cat it's not beside, it is the point."

"It isn't."

"Be honest with me Cat, you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Gavin please don't do this."

"Do what Cat?"

"Ask me such questions."

"But you did enjoy it didn't you?"

"Gavin stop."

"No Cat I can't."

"What do you mean can't?"

"I can't stop."

"Why not?"

"You must know why?"

"How can I know?" I asked, knowing full well why not.

"Because Cat you are a woman, an older woman and you must know such things."

"You are talking in riddles" I said softly as he moved even closer and rested his hand on the work surface so that his arm pressed on mine.

"Oh Cat, please let's stop messing around. May I ask you a question?"

"Yes" I breathed wondering just what might be coming.

"Actually there are two."

"OK."

"And promise you will answer them truthfully."

"I will try."

"Ok?" he said running his hand up my arm, both shocking and sending a little shudder of excitement through me. 

"Yes" I gulped.

"One did you enjoy our dance at the party."

That made me smile. "You don't really mean the dance do you Gavin?"

He got what I meant. "No Cat. I meant did you enjoy what we did, what I did during the dance."

"Oh Gavin" I muttered. "That is such and unfair and loaded question."

"Yes I know, sorry, but did you?"

Plucking up my courage I replied. "You must never ever repeat this to anyone. Promise?"

"Of course I promise" he replied resting his hand on my shoulder, his thumb touching my bare flesh.

Avoiding any eye contact and looking down I whispered. "Yes Gavin I did."

"Fantastic and the second Cat?" He asked as he put his fingers under my chin and lifted my face up.

"Yes Gavin?" I replied as our eyes met.

"What would you have done had I kissed you as I so badly wanted to?"

"I would have broken away, I couldn't do that in public" I replied not realising the trap I was falling into.

"We aren't in public here Cat, so what would you do if I kissed you now?" 

"Oh Gavin" I groaned meaning no, but clearly to him sounding as if I meant yes. I wasn't in the least surprised that he was confused for I was too as, deeper down I really did mean yes.

It all then happened so quickly. His hand that had been resting on my shoulder slid round my neck and his other snaked round my waist. As he moved forward he pulled my body towards him. Our gazes locked as his face covered the small distance between us. I was thinking 'it's just like in the old movies' as his face turned, his lips parted, our eyes closed and our lips met. As they did, so he pulled me tighter against him and for the second time I felt the hardness of his erection pressed into the softness of my tummy. It felt so, so good and I let out a low moan, almost a grunt of pleasure and anticipation.

He was not a good kisser, but then young guys haven't had the experience to become as good as older guys. They are not as patient or as creative with their approach and execution, but they are enthusiastic so what he lacked in technique was more than made up for by his passion. Our mouths had hardly met when his tongue was probing my lips apart and was excavating its way round my gums and teeth. He pulled my body more firmly against his so that my breasts were crushed on his chest and his erection sank into my stomach. I tried not to respond and made a ridiculously weak effort to push him off saying.

"No Gavin we musn't."

Despite his lack of experience, he knew as clearly as I did that I didn't really mean it and that it was only a token resistance so he simply carried on. From a sexual point of view it was probably the right thing to do, but from most other angles it was wrong. But when sex and and other things clash, the former usually wins through and with us this was no exception. To my horror in many ways, but extreme pleasure in others I found myself responding. My arms went round him, my fingers went into the hair on the back of his neck and I ran my hand longingly up and down his broad back. But I did make one more attempt to stop.

Pulling my mouth away from his and squirming out of his embrace I said.

"Gavin we mustn't."

"We can't stop now Cat, you must know that."

"But it is so wrong" I stammered.

"This can't be wrong" he replied pulling me against him again so that my face rested on his chest.

"It is Gavin, I am older than your mum."

"And prettier and sexier."

That made me smile. "Don't, you know what I mean."

"Yes, but age means nothing really.

"It does, it means a great deal."

"Cat, you know I fancy you like hell and I know now that you fancy me, so how is it wrong."

"If anyone ever found out there......"

"Shush Cat, no one will ever find out" he whispered into my ear as he ran his hands up and down my back pausing suggestively on my bra strap."

"How can I be sure?"

"Well I won't tell anyone. This is so special to me."

"Gavin how has this come about?" I groaned as I felt his hand slip inside the waist of my gym trousers and onto my bare skin. That made me jump.

"Because we both want it Cat" he said pausing and then talking into my hair added. "Because we both want each other Cat, that's why."

He lifted my face and we kissed again. This time it was slower, easier and more tender, but none the less passionately and hugely intimate. And this time it was more physical. I was pressed back against the work surface making me a firmer platform for him to push himself against and he did that in a spectacular way. The base of his, what felt to be, large cock pressed right against my pubic bone with the rest of it surging up my tummy. As we kissed he moved and slowly ground it against me slithering its length right across my clit sending shudders of such desire through me that most of my earlier reservations simply slipped away. Soon I found my body reacting and I started to squirm my breasts and torso against him.

It seemed as if he took that for what it was, although that was not my intention, as my sign of surrender. Almost as soon as I moved my body against him his hand slid upwards between us and onto my breast. He cupped and squeezed it. I knew that I should have stopped him there and then for that was the right things to do. It was what an older woman should do to a friend of her son. And of course it was exactly what I should have done. I knew that, I was acutely aware of what I should do and I realised the dangers inherrant in doing anything else. But what did I do? I kissed him harder, slid my hand up the back of his tee shirt and pushed my breast against his hand. And I knew very well indeed that by doing those things I was effectively saying to Gavin that he could fuck me. 

He knew that too. Somehow my tracky top that I had put on when I left the gym and the waistcoat thingy had come off and one of the shoulder straps of the singlet had slid down my arm. His hand was inside the singlet right on my bra covered left boob. At the same time his other hand that had been squeezing and caressing my buttocks outside the cropped gym pants had slid inside them and was now on my bare bum.

I was gone. I knew that, I acknowledged and accepted it. I was going to have sex with him, yes my son's best friend was going to fuck me, but not like this. Not with my clothes in disarray, not in my kitchen, not with my knickers round my knees and my tits pulled out of my bra. It was wanton enough of me to be about to have sex with someone who was little more than a kid; I didn't need all the sordid aspects of it as well. A degree of genteelity and decorum even in such an older woman/younger man situation was necessary on my part.

I pushed him off and moved away.

"What? What is it Cat, I thought....."

"Shush stop, we are, we will Gavin, but not like this. I must shower," I told him.

"Oh ok."

I was still in the gym gear and after the strenuous workout the singlet had been stained with my perspiration. I couldn't begin to think what I was like down below for there would be more dampness there than simply perspiration. 

"Come with me?" I said taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to the main guest bedroom. 

Opening the door I indicated to the bed and standing on tip toe I kissed him on the lips. "Get yourself ready Gavin and I will be back soon."

I left him and went to the master bed room. As I stripped off I saw the other reason I didn't want to continue with the undressing, the big, white, ugly sports bra that big titted women have to wear.

As I showered, my resolve did falter a little and I asked myself just what the hell I was doing and what I was risking? However, I knew that I had let things go too far, or that's what I told myself, so I would have to carry on, which in the inner recesses of my mind I wanted to in any case. 

I took my hair out of the pony tail, ran a dryer over it and fluffed it up. I put on a little make up, no lip gloss though, did a light spray of Chanel and wrapped in a large, white towel I was ready to make love to my young stud. Walking across the landing I found myself wondering just what Gavin would have done by way of getting himself ready. As I walked through the half open door I was relieved and pleased to see that he was in bed. I was also pleased and thrilled to see that he was naked for the sheet was pulled up to just above his waist. He looked delicious.

"Hi Gavin" I said walking across the room and standing beside the bed.

"Hi Cat, I thought you had dumped me."

Smiling I put one knee on the bed. "I'm not in the habit of leaving naked young men around my house you know, could be suspicious to some."

"Yes I imagine it could" he smiled back adding. "You look amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself young man" I said rather huskily as I took hold of the towel. His eyes never wavered from me for one second as I slowly unravelled the towel and let it fall to the ground.

"Oh fucking hell Cat" he groaned staring at my bare body as I leaned forward and lifted the sheet holding my tummy in and hoping my tits didn't sag too much. I pulled it back until I had uncovered him. He had a great body and a wonderfully full hard on. I smiled and mimicked him.

"Oh fucking hell Gavin."

I got in the bed with him and within moments I was committing adultery. We kissed, we cuddled, we ground our bodies together and then we fucked. It wasn't long, languid lovemaking, that was not what either of us or the circumstances called for. It was a fervid, frenetic fuck and that was precisely what both of us and the circumstance demanded.

After I lay beside him, we wrapped our arms round each other and squirmed our bodies together there really was only one realistic next stage. Rolling me onto my back he eased himself on top of me. I opened my legs and he slithered down between them his thicker than my husband and my previous lover's cock nuzzling the lips of my pussy that was straining to be filled by him. And that is exactly what happened.

It is a wonderful feeling for a woman when a new lover for the first time surges up that passageway of such sensation and fills her to overflowing. I grunted as he pushed himself up me. The physical feelings and the emotional sensations were so strong. I had little time to think of anything other than the feelings of his young cock in me. 

Unlike my husband who starts very slowly and gradually builds up to a fast crescendo Gavin started hammering away at me as soon as he was in me. I wasn't about to complain for once more that was probably what the situation called for. He had little finesse, but I didn't care. He was giving me precisely what I wanted and needed, a quick, hard and sordid fuck. I didn't want love, tenderness and consideration simply sexual satisfaction and gratification.

"Oh fuck Cat" he moaned surging as far up as he could go so that his balls slapped against my bum.

"Yes Gavin, yes" I groaned back lifting my legs and wrapping them round his waist.

"Fuck it I'm cumming, bollocks."

"Don't be silly, that's fine" I croaked in his ear as my climax started. "I am too."

His arms round me, his hands gripping my cheeks and lifting my bottom and lower back off ther bed, he slammed his cock deeper and deeper into me as he prepared to ejaculate. I tried hard to grip him more firmly with my pussy lips, but really I was too far gone to know precisely what I was doing. And then with an array of 'yes, yes, yesses,' 'I'm cumming,' deep grunts and moans and near convulsions of our bodies we roared to a magical mutual orgasm.

"Oh Cat that was awesome" he sighed slipping out of me and rolling onto his back, but sliding his arm round my shoulders. I cuddled up to him and that felt nice. Although I still felt some guilt, I also felt a lot of other things, excitement, pleasure, desire and expectation. Over the next few hours each of those were satisfied.

We lay there quiet for a moment as the enormity of what I had let happen, or perhaps had encouraged, hit me. Oddly, now that I had 'done it' I did not feel anywhere near the level of guilt that I had imagined I would. 

"Was it ok Cat?" He asked his dangling fingers brushing across the top of my left breast.

"Yes Gavin, it was lovely."

"How do you feel?" He asked considerately.

"Not as bad as I thought I might."

"How do you mean?"

"Well it is quite a big thing you know."

He giggled and muttered. "Yes a couple of other girls have said that."

I laughed and slid my hand down. I took it in my hand and was amazed and thrilled to find that, unlike Richard and David my lover of a few years ago, he had not fully lost his hardness.

"Mmmm that's impressive Gavin."

"It doesn't take long Cat, give me another ten minutes or so."

"You know what I mean" I went on removing my hand somewhat reluctantly from his lovely cock.

"Not sure really Cat after all you are a woman who wants something just as I am a guy that wants the same thing."

"It's not as simple as that at my age."

"What's age got to do with it?" He asked kissing my head and cupping my breast.

I ran my fingers up and down his nicely hairy, but not overly hirsute chest and muttered. "Everything Gavin. At your age anything is possible, at mine most things are impossible."

"How do you mean?" He asked gently pinching my nipple and sneakily, but pleasantly pushing the tip of his tongue into my ear.

"Well I have two children and I am married. They give me responsibilities and impose restrictions. I can't just do what I want as guys of your age can."

"I suppose you're right."

"I mean if this got out about you, your friends and maybe even your dad, not sure about your mum, would laugh and say good for you. But they would socially and maybe family-wise crucify me. I would be ostracised and some would like to stone me as they do in muslim countries."

"Yes I begin to see what you mean."

"What I, well we, have down would cause so much aggro if it got out."

"I dunno."

"Gavin don't be silly" I retorted as my hand edged further down his body and I stroked him round his navel. "I am married and Richard would not only go ape shit, but would probably divorce me as well. Peter and you are best friends and god know what he and Sara would make of it. I know your parents and we have many friends in common at the golf and tennis clubs and around town. I tell you I must be crazy doing this."

"Look Cat no one will ever know, I promise."

"You really, really mean that?"

"Yes of course I do" he said squeezing and gently pinching my breast as he kissed my cheek.

"Not even Peter, please, promise me that?" I asked feeling my arousal building.

I slid my hand down his stomach and found his cock. It was hardening as I held it and that made my pulse race.

"No not even Peter, I promise" he said as I stroked him to a full erection. "I want you too much to risk it Cat" he said turning and slipping his hand up my closed thighs. I opened them for him. 

His fingers found the lips of my pussy and he slid them inside. The gorgeous feelings made my body jerk and I grunted. The twin sensations of his fingers sliding in and out of me as I slowly pumped his cock sent my pulses racing and drove all thoughts other than of being fucked out of my mind.

This time we lay on our sides facing each other kissing as he manipulated himself inside me. It was just as brilliant as before, but this time not as frantic. He pushed himself up and down me more slowly, but every bit as enjoyably. He squeezed my bum with one hand and slipped the other between us cupping and rubbing my tits. I raked my fingernails down his back. Not hard or deep enough to draw blood or leave marks but sufficient to give him another sensation As they slid downwatds on one sweep they didn't stop and I then kneaded his pert, nicely rounded bum cheeks. 

He started speeding up and I sensed from the tensing up of his body that he was getting near. That was fine by me, for it seemed that my young buck hardly had to touch me and I started to climax. 

"Jesus Cat, I am so near. Are you?"

"Yes Gavin yes, come with me" I groaned lifting my leg and wrapping it round him.

He surged faster and harder and as he did so without thinking my finger slid into the crease of his bum and rested right on his bum hole. I pressed, but didn't try to get inside, it was too soon for that and in any case I guessed that he was probably getting sufficient pleasure and excitement from the pressure I was applying. But I was wrong for he let out a deep groan.

"Oh my god Cat, what are you doing to me" he grunted into my ear.

"Just helping you cum Gavin, that's all" I whispered as once more we climaxed together.




My Son's Best Friend



I dozed off and suddenly it was ten o'clock. I was lying on my side with my head on Gavin's chest and his arm round me. The sheet had been pulled up to just above my boobs. Shaking my head I looked at him. He smiled.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"An hour, hour and a half."

"Really and you?"

"I dozed on and off."

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

He replied by taking my hand and pulling it onto his cock. He was hard.

"Like that I see?"

"Yes Cat just like that" he replied.

"You're incorrigible."

"But you like it" he smiled squeezing my breast and kissing me. "Don't you?"

"Baby you can't know how much" I groaned kneeling.

"What you doing?" he asked as I threw the sheet back.

"You'll see just lie there" I told him straddling his waist, leaning forward and kissing him fully on the mouth. Pulling my lips away from his I reached behind me and found his cock. I pulled the bulbous end against my lips and then, still holding it, straightened it and lifted my body a little. Kneeling straight I put my hand on his chest, smiled, looked into his eyes and took my hand away so his cock was held just by lips I whispered.

"Ready Gavin."

"Oh yes Cat I have never been more ready.

Smiling I let myself slide downwards. It was a little like a firefighter sliding down the pole, but it wasn't, it was my pussy sliding down his cock as for the third time in the evening we started to fuck. 

I worked myself up and down on his stunningly rigid cock as he reached up and tried to hold my tits, but they were flying around so much that he was on a loser from the outset. The penetration that being on top creates is wonderful as is the depth of each probe that the woman controls.

"Nice?" I asked as our gazes caught and we held hands.

"It's fantastic, I have never had a woman on top before."

Smiling, I muttered. "That's older women for you Gav."

"Sure is" he replied as he found my rhythm and began thrusting with me.

It was taking longer for both of us this time, but that was hardly surprising considering it was our third fuck in the evening. Being on top with your legs spread in a kneeling position is a tiring position, I always find that it makes my back and hips ache. I stopped and leaning forward, firstly kissed him and then dangled my tits over his mouth. He gratefully grabbed them and licked and sucked both of them in turn. I was still gripping his cock with my lips and we both sort of rocked so that it continued sliding up and down me. It really was quite lovely and slowly we moved to our third orgasm that this time wasn't quite mutual for I was cumming quite strongly some time before he once more shot his load up me.

*

It was just over a week later. We were in the conservatory at the back of the house. That looks out over the acre or so of grounds, which run down to the lake that Richard has filled with a variety of fish mostly koi carp. It was late afternoon and was just getting dark. The dimmed lights were on in the conservatory. 

I was sitting on Gavin's lap. My white blouse was undone and my boobs were out of my bra. Gavin's chinos were unzipped and his erection was poking out from his fly, I was holding and stroking it. My jeans were round my ankles, my panties round my knees, Gavin's hand was between my legs with his fingers probing inside my pussy and his thumb rubbing alongside my clit, just as I had shown him earlier in the week. I was slowly masturbating him. We had planned to have a Chinese delivered and he was again staying the night. We were moving towards an intense session of sex similar to the two previous occasions in the past week.

He had stayed the night that first time. We had sex once more before we slept and again the next morning. The second session was an all afternoon and evening job and the last one was another all nighter. Both times we we had sex four or five times, I can't recall exactly which, but that doesn't matter for all I was really interested in was that there was plenty of it. The quantity was plenty and as we went on so the quality and how we worked together improved considerably.

Each of the the two sessions had milestones. 

After our second fuck on the second session, the afternoon event, he needed some help and I licked and sucked his cock enjoying the sensation of it growing to its fullness in my mouth. That was lovely, but as I kept going I turned the encouragement into a blow job and let him cum in my mouth. This was an aspect of having sex with a younger guy that I hadn't thought about. After he had shot his lot in my mouth and thanked me profusely - for 'None of the kids I've been with will do that' he'd said - I realised with quite a thrill that the role of an older woman when with a younger guy is also educational. I liked that as it gave a semblance of meaning to what we were doing.

The educational thing again reared its head at the third session. I had asked him to take things more slowly. He had, but still we were shagging and cumming within twenty minutes. It was as we got going for the second time half an hour or so later that he had slid his head down to my tummy.

"Can I Cat?" He asked looking from my face to my pussy. "I have never licked a pussy."

I laid back my head on the pillows and looking him right in the eyes, I smiled and said. "I thought you would never ask" as I let my legs fall open.

Sitting on his lap in the conservatory on our fourth 'date' I took his face in my hands and pulled it up from where he had been sucking my beautifully hardened nipples and licking my boobs. I open-mouthed kissed him sucking his top lip between mine as I stroked his gorgeous cock and he pushed his fingers in and out of me. We were both near to our orgasms and I was expecting him to cum over my thighs. I was so impressed by the power with which his sperm shot from him for I had forgotten that, but then I hadn't been with a man of his age since I was that age and then it seemed normal. Now, though, in my mid-forties with a man almost thirty years my junior, it felt far from normal, but it did feel lovely.

We were masturbating each other and kissing when I heard something in the house. There was a noise, a movement and then the door opened. I looked up and saw Peter, my son. He looked from me to Gavin and back again with a look of total shock on his face. My heart plummeted and I felt terrible. None of us moved. There was no point in trying to cover myself up or hide anything as we had been caught hook, line and sinker. There was equally no point in either Gavin or me trying the 'old chestnut' of 'it's not what it seems' for it was exactly what it seems; his mum was being finger fucked by his best friend as she wanked him.

Looking right at us Peter moved into the room and said quietly.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"