13 comments/ 182480 views/ 8 favorites The Awakening of Ms. Keys Ch. 01 By: OrdinaryGirl It was already warm out, even at five in the morning, and I knew the weathergirl on the radio was correct in saying it was going to be a scorcher. I was standing on my back step with a cup of tea, drinking in the peaceful calm of the earliness, admiring the way the morning sun made the dewdrops glitter on the leaves of my roses. I had grabbed a clean t-shirt of my son's on the way through the laundry room and pulled it over my naked body before going outside. You never know who might wander by for an early morning stroll or jog, and even though I lived in a more secluded part of town, and had a good hedge built up around my yard, it was not entirely private. Considering that this was a small town, and many opportunities are based on reputation, causing a scandal wasn't a really smart idea. The last thing I wanted was to be pushing my cart through the bread aisle of the grocery store while people stopped and whispered to each other about how Ms. Keys has an exhibitionistic streak in her. DID I have an exhibitionist streak? I wondered to myself. It wasn't something I'd really considered before. I'd always been a discreet person, shying away from public sex, drawing my blinds when entertaining gentlemen callers, keeping my sexual activities far away from my 19 year old son's eyes and ears. I turned to go into the house, tugging the shirt down to my mid-thigh again as it rode up a little, threatening to expose my ass. I was deep in thought, trying to recall if I'd always been this demure with sex or if it was just something that seemed prudent and had been adopted as a good policy. I'd never had done more than kiss outside of a bedroom, and had certainly never had sex in a public place like an elevator or department store dressing room! Why, I realized, I'd never even had sex in a car. I realized with dismay that I was more than tame: my sexual encounters were practically lethargic. I scooped up the pile of laundry and was mourning my newfound realization when I came around the corner and collided with my son in the middle of the kitchen. "You're up early," I said in surprise. "Yeah, I'm heading to the lake with Alex," he replied, opening the door to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice. He poured himself a glassful and then looked over at me. "Hey! You're going to stretch another one of my shirts!" I stuck my tongue out at him and then looked down at my large breasts pushing out the shirt the Nike logo. "Don't worry. I'll just wash it and it will be just fine." He just shook his head and smiled. "Why do girls always want to wear boys' t-shirts?" "And what would YOU know about that, young man?" I was a little taken aback by his comment. As much as we had had a very open and honest relationship while he was growing up, having had many practical discussions about anatomy and the ins and outs of relationships and safe sex, all communication on the topic pretty much ceased once he had gotten his first real girlfriend. Oh well. Prepare them well and let them live their lives. He grinned. "This year at college has been a good one." I hopped up on the counter, tucking the shirt tightly around my thighs. "You're awfully open and talkative this morning, Tyler. I think I ought to drag you out of bed bright and early to chat on a regular basis." He walked over and kissed my cheek. "I'd love to spill more of my secrets, mom, but I have to go." He grinned and tussled my hair playfully before striding away. I listened to the door slam and wondered if my son was leading a more exciting sex life than I ever did. With a sigh I hopped off the counter to go shower and get dressed for work. The water was cool and refreshing, and I savoured the feeling of it streaming down my body, my nipples hardening and my abdominal muscles tightening. It ran in rippling streams down my back and over my ass, curving into my crotch and down my inner thighs to my feet. I shivered a little as I put my head under the water, closing my eyes and opening my mouth, letting it flow over my cheekbones and upper lip until I had a good mouthful. I swallowed slowly, then reached down to shut off the taps. I stepped out of the shower and into the warmth of the bathroom. As I stood in front of the mirror, drying off with a luxuriantly thick towel, I gave myself a close examination. D sized breasts that miraculously had managed to retain most of their perkiness, fairly flat stomach with faint stretchmarks from when I was pregnant with Tyler, curvy hips leading to smooth thighs. I turned sideways to check out my ass. Still decent looking. All in all, not bad for a woman of my age. I toweled off my hair as I picked out what I'd wear to work. I wanted to walk today, so I picked out a pale blue lightweight cotton sundress, thin straps, fitted to the waist and then softly pleated, falling to just above my knees. I pulled my hair up into a twist, pulling down a few wisps around my face and then quickly applied some lipgloss. A quick hunt through the house and I was ready to leave, armed with my sunglasses, purse and keys. Twenty minutes later I was at my desk, surrounded by paperwork and answering calls in what would turn out to be an incredibly busy day. I still managed to find some time to mull over my sexuality, as I filed and added columns and did all the mindless work before me. Maybe I just need to be more spontaneous. Less worried about hiding the fact that I was not just a mother, but also a woman with needs. Needs that had not been met for a couple months now and were bubbling beneath the surface constantly lately. Yes, I decided, the next time an opportunity presented itself, I would just grab it. Before I knew it, the receptionist was flipping the sign to Closed and it was time to head home. I opened the door to find the blue sky had surrendered to a mass of thunderclouds and the sun was nowhere to be seen. It was still as hot as ever and I could feel the electricity crackling in the air. "Looks like we're going to get quite a storm," my coworker commented. "Yeah, and I walked today," I said ruefully. I dialed my house to see if Tyler was home yet to come pick me up. There was no answer. I looked over at the woman standing beside me. "You wouldn't be able to give me a ride home, would you?" "I wish I could," she replied apologetically, "but my car is in the shop getting an oil change." "Oh well. Maybe if I hurry I can beat the rain." I waved goodbye and with one more apprehensive glance at the sky, I briskly strode down the street towards home. I was about halfway home when the occasional drop started falling on my face and I was happy to note that it was surprisingly not as cold as I'd expected. Hopefully I can make it home before it starts to pour, I thought as I quickened my pace. I hoped wrong, and as I turned off the main road and onto the long windy gravel road to my house, the heavens opened up and let loose. In a matter of moments I was drenched, my clothes clinging to me, my hair flattened and dripping, falling out of the clip, my face wet as can be. It was going to be at least another ten minutes until I reached my front door and for the first time I cursed our out of the way home, set by itself far away from neighbours. It was absolutely pouring and I barely heard the car coming up the road behind me. The gravel crunched under the tires as it pulled up beside me and I looked in the window to see Aaron, my son's best friend. The car came to a halt beside me and he leaned over to roll down the passenger window a bit. His eyes were huge as he suddenly recognized me and I knew I must have been quite a sight, as it was perfectly obvious that he was stifling a huge grin. I gave him a "it's not very funny" look, narrowing my eyes and putting my hands on my hips, my lips twisted into a playful grimace. He turned his head for a moment to unsuccessfully hide his smile. "I was just heading up to your house to see if Tyler was home yet. Want a ride, Ms. Keys?" he asked, grinning fully now. I raised an eyebrow at him. Out of all of Tyler's friends, Aaron was the one who had spent the most time at our house and we had long ago settled into a lively relationship based on him trying to get the best of me and me always keeping one step ahead of him. "Are you laughing at my predicament, young man?" "Nooooooo, not at all!!" He looked me over, taking in the absolutely drenched fabric stuck to my body. He chuckled impishly. "Althoooooooough, I'm not sure I want you in my car when you're as soaked as you are." "Oh really?" I said in mock indignation. "Well, maybe I didn't want a ride anyway." I stuck out my tongue and started walking again. I could hear him laugh and pull up beside me once again. "Oh, come on, get in. I'm only teasing you." If there was one character trait that stood out about me, it would be my stubbornness. I hated, hated, hated to lose. I grinned back and kept walking. I could hear the engine idling, and I smiled as I imagined that he was frowning to himself, trying to decide exactly what to do. I resisted every urge to look behind me, totally curious about whether he'd drive to the house and wait, or pull up one more time to ask me again. I sure did enjoy the way we matched wits. Interacting with Aaron was like a chess game; you always had to think a few steps ahead. Tyler always just shook his head at us and after a while would bore of our bantering and pull his friend off to play video games or shoot some hoops. I heard the car pull over and the engine stop. A moment later, I felt someone grab my arm and spin me around. I found myself looking up at 6'2" of boyishness. He took me by my shoulders and looked down at me sternly, getting wetter by the second. I had always thought he was a cute kid, but at this very moment, with his brown hair hanging just over his brow and his strong hands touching my bare skin, he was downright sexy. "You're crazy. You DO know that, right?" He said with a shake of his head, his eyes sparkling. I tilted my head a little to the right and tried to put on an innocent look, and suspecting that I had not succeeded very well. Oh my god, I thought to myself with a touch of horror, am I actually FLIRTING with my son's best friend??? "Okay, you win," he said. "I would hate to be responsible for you catching cold. Tyler would kick my ass for not taking care of his mom. So get in the car." I stood on my tiptoes and brought my wet face close enough to his to smell the peppermint gum he was chewing. I looked deep into his hazel eyes for a moment before winking and whispering, "Nope." Yes, I was definitely flirting. And shaking slightly with nervousness. I turned on my heel, slipping out from under his hands and started walking again. I could hear his snort of disbelief, then the sound of a quick honk of the horn as he locked his car and set the alarm. As much as we'd always teased, and I will admit there was a faint undertone of sexual tension that I had just chalked up to raging teenage hormones, our interactions had always stayed well within an acceptable set of boundaries. I was acutely aware that I was getting very close to challenging those boundaries. The question was: was Aaron feeling the same thing I was? Was this just more playful banter, or was his heart pounding like mine was? And if it came right down to it, was I actually capable of crossing that line, of...of... OH MY GOD! What was I thinking??!! I shook my head and tried to regain my senses. There was no way I should be thinking anything butpure and motherly thoughts about my son's 19 year old best friend. I mean, what would Tyler think if I seduced Aaron? What would his MOTHER think?? I shuddered at the mere thought. I could hear him jogging to catch up. When he had reached my side, he commented with a shake of his head that he couldn't believe he was walking to the house with me in this torrential downpour. I didn't look at him and made sure there was a good distance between our bodies. "You really don't need to walk with me, Aaron." I said in a matter of fact voice. "Really, it's sweet, but I'm fine. There is no point in both of us getting all wet and you really shouldn't leave your car just sitting there." "Well, ma'am," he said with chagrin. "My mom raised me to be a gentleman and it would be very poor manners to drive past a lady walking in the pouring rain. And besides, it's a little late now, since I'm also soaked now. So just stop your protesting and let me walk with you." He leaned in close to my ear and whispered. "I can be very stubborn myself." I stifled a shiver at the feel of his breath on my ear and hoped he hadn't heard my sharp intake of breath at his closeness. We walked the remainder of the way, chatting about everything and nothing, his summer job, my regular job, life, family. The tension had dropped off and I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. Finally we reached the house, wet and slightly chilly as the temperature had started to suddenly drop. I unlocked the door, letting us in, and we stood inside the laundry room, dripping and staring at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. "What a rather pathetic sight we must be!" I exclaimed. "Let me find some clothes of Tyler's for you. Would you like to shower first to warm up?" He looked down at his soggy clothes. "Yeah, a shower would be nice, but I don't want to drip on your carpet." I looked down at my dress, clinging to me, sending little rivulets of water down my legs. "Good point." I glanced around the room, wishing I hadn't taken all the clean laundry out this morning. "Okay, here's the plan. You are going to be a VERY good boy and look the other way while I peel these clothes off and run to grab you a robe." I took him by the shoulders, grinning at his wide eyes, and turned him forcibly around. "No peeking. I mean it." He promised not to but I waited a few seconds anyway to see if he showed any signs of turning around. Satisfied, I peeled off my dress and clingy silk panties, letting them fall to the floor. I slowly backed my way to the kitchen, then turned and ran wildly through the house, crossing my fingers that my son and any of his other friends didn't walk in the front door as I was streaking through the living room to the stairs. I couldn't imagine even trying to explain the situation. My cheeks burned at the very thought. I pulled on my wonderfully thick terrycloth robe, pulling the tie tightly around my waist and went into Tyler's room to get his for Aaron. When I came back to the laundry room, he was still standing with his back to the doorway and I took a moment to admire his broad shoulders and the way I could see the curve of his biceps under his shirt. My eyes skimmed down over his shoulder blades following the indent of his spine to the waistband of his shorts. I cleared my throat. "You can turn around now." He turned and I held out the robe for him, still feeling a flush in my cheeks and feeling too embarrassed to meet his eyes. "I'll just go put some of Ty's clothes in the bathroom upstairs while you get out of your wet ones." I left and went back upstairs to find something that might fit Aaron. The two boys were about the same height, but my son had a slimmer build. I finally found a larger t-shirt stuffed at the back of the drawer and grabbed a pair of his athletic shorts and went to put them into the bathroom. I had just set them on the counter when I heard movement behind me and turned to see him standing in the doorway, his dark hair all tousled and still damp, his one hand swinging the tie of the robe, his other on the doorframe. I looked up at him and found myself unable to tear my eyes from his. We stood in an awkward silence for a moment. I swallowed hard, trying not to look at the way the robe wasn't fully closed, exposing his chest hair. I finally succeeded in muttering something about Tyler's shampoo being in the shower and some clothes being on the countertop and then ducked under his arm and started down the hallway to my room. "Are you sure you don't want to shower first?" he politely called after me. "It's fine," I answered over my shoulder, "I'll use the shower in my ensuite, but thanks!" I heard the water start to run as I headed back downstairs to collect my wet clothes. It would certainly not look good to have my son come home and find two piles of wet clothing dropped at the back door. I picked up my dress and hung it over the washer, and then turned to pick up my panties. However, they were nowhere to be seen. I shook my dress out, thinking they must have gotten stuck to the wet fabric. Nope. No panties. I stood for a moment, mulling this over. I KNOW I was not wearing them when I ran naked through the house. I picked up Aaron's clothes and laid them out on the dryer. I hesitated for a moment, and then impulsively checked his pockets. Nothing there, either. The truth about where my panties were most likely located started to dawn on me and I shook my head and headed back upstairs. There was no way I was going to let some college kid take my panties as a trophy, no matter how cute he was. I could just imagine him flashing them around his dorm room, grinning that infuriating smile and telling his story. I stood outside the bathroom door for a moment, listening to him singing in the shower. If I was really sneaky, I should be able to open the door, quietly retrieve the undergarment from the pocket of the robe, where I was SURE it was, and be gone without him knowing. Imagine his chagrin when he cockily went to pull them out, to hold them in his hand, to sniff them or whatever he planned on doing with them, only to find them gone. I grinned widely at the thought. Silently I turned the handle of the door, glancing apprehensively at the shower curtain, waiting to see if there was any indication that he knew I was there. He had just started a new song and was singing happily, totally unaware that I had crawled over to the robe and was quietly flipping it over, looking for the pocket. Bingo! I thought to myself with satisfaction as my hand touched damp silk. I grinned and pulled them out, just as the water abruptly turned off and the shower curtain was whipped open. I was frozen in place, on my knees, staring at a very wet, very naked young man who was now staring incredulously at his best friend's mom. The Awakening of Ms. Keys Ch. 02 I was frozen in place, on my knees, staring at a very wet, very naked young man who was now staring incredulously at his best friend's mom. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Much to my chagrin, my eyes kept involuntarily dropping from his face to other parts of his body. That is, until I watched one of the above mentioned body part start to lengthen and stiffen and begin to rise. It was at that point that I regained my senses, leaping to my feet, assuming my role again of morally upright role model. I grabbed a towel and shoved it against his chest. "For goodness sakes cover up!" I said in an tone of forced exasperation. He raised an eyebrow at me and smiled slightly as he dutifully wrapped the towel around his waist. "It's not like I'M the one who walked in on someone when they were showering..." I could feel my cheeks burning, my body feeling hot and coated with a slick layer of perspiration under my robe from the steam in the room and the awkwardness of the whole scenario. I felt myself struggling once again to maintain control of the situation, wondering how on earth my morning tea on the back step had evolved into the predicament I was in. "Don't be sassy with me, Aaron." I was trying for stern but knew it was probably coming across as forced bravado. "I wouldn't have had to be in here if I didn't have to retrieve-" I shook the still damp panties out from where they'd been balled up in my fist and waved them in his face. "-these!!" Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow, my arms folded and face smug as I watched his cheeks flush a little and his eyes drop from mine with a sheepish grin. But our years of bantering and sharpening wits against each other had prepared him well for this situation. He raised his face to mine, his eyes shining and I knew I was in trouble. "Don't you think it would have been much more proper of you to wait outside until I was done and demand I return them? Instead of crawling on your hands and knees through the bathroom where I was innocently showering, never suspecting to be EXPOSED like this. Ms. Keys, what would my mother think of your behaviour??!!" He grinned his wry grin and I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking hard. "I, well, yes...I suppose I could have...but HEY! If YOU hadn't stolen them in the first place, you little brat, I never would have had to retrieve them at all!" I flashed him a "so there" look and leaned back against the counter, satisfied. He shrugged and stepped nonchalantly out of the tub. "Can you blame me?" He stepped towards me, and my breath froze in my throat as he reached an arm around me. My eyes darted to the door and I felt a moment of panic...and arousal at his body being so close to mine, with so little keeping skin from touching skin. I could smell the sharp fragrance of his freshly shampooed hair in my nostrils, could feel his breath on my cheek as he leaned forward. "Just getting the clothes you brought for me, Ms. Keys," he growled in a low tone near my ear, reaching behind me for the pile. My heart skipped a beat as I found my face inches from his damp bare shoulder, close enough to nibble on, my hips inches from his. If I just thrust them forward a couple inches, I could grind against him, against the hardness that was most likely still hidden behind the terrycloth. Just one tug of my belt and my robe would open and I could press my breasts against him, my erect nipples rubbing against the drops of water trapped between the gentle curls of his chest hair. For a moment I wavered on the edge, heart pounding, stomach churning, my hand lifting a little off the counter and I truly wasn't sure whether or not I would....and then the moment passed. He pulled back with a handful of clothes and I finally exhaled, once again not sure if I was relieved or disappointed. "Well, I'll leave so you can get dressed," I finally said, finding myself moving rather slowly for the door, lingering. He was intently watching me, still holding the clothes, neither of us smiling now, the sharp humour having dissipated, a sober uncertainty hanging in the air between us. I stopped at the door, one hand on the handle and impulsively stretched out my other arm, the panties dangling from one finger. "Here," I said in a throaty whisper, trying to hide my shakiness. "You can keep them." His eyes widened and he paused for second before reaching out for them, his finger brushing mine and staying there, the touch electric. I slowly slid my hand forward, the back of it caressing his palm. His fingers tightened around my wrist, the panties falling unnoticed to the floor as he pulled my arm up and around his neck, pinning me against the door, crushing his lips to mine. I kissed back with intensity and then suddenly it was broken off and he pulled back a little and we stared intently at each other, our breath shallow and quick. I opened my mouth a little, and licked my lips, tasting his saliva. He watched for a second and then leaned forward, tracing my lips with his own tongue. I closed my eyes, barely breathing, every sense heightened as his tongue moved along the jawline to the earlobe. He gently sucked it, his breath hot in my ear, sending a violent shiver through my body and I felt my pussy tighten and moisten more. His lips nibbled down to the collarbone and then up my throat to my chin and then his mouth was on mine again, taking the bottom lip between his teeth softly and letting it slide out. I had been perfectly still, enjoying every sensual sensation, a tiny sigh escaping me now as I opened my eyes. The eye contact was electric as I leaned forward to softly touch my lips to his, his hands on my waist on the outside of my robe, mine cupping his face. We pulled back imperceptibly, mouths almost not touching, feeling the gentle breath from slightly parted lips mingling, my heart was pounding with anticipation. Then longer, lingering contact as our lips started to move slightly in exploration, nibbling, pulling back, pushing forward. Pressure increasing, two tongues gently reaching forward, alternately sliding along that delicate ridge of the other's mouth where the dry part of the lips meet the damp, tender inside of the lip. My back was hard against the door again, his body pushing against mine as I ground my hips against him, lips parting to allow for exploration of teeth and the dancing of tongues in an intricate waltz. Lips nibbling at each other, gently sucking and pulling, the intensity and speed increasing with each passing second. My hands were on the back of his head, pulling his face hard against mine as he pushed one leg in between mine, pushing my robe apart and sliding it up to part my thighs. I moaned into his mouth as I felt the hard pressure of his cool damp leg against the softness of my hot dripping pussy. The Awakening of Ms. Keys Ch. 03 I moaned into his mouth as I felt the hard pressure of his cool damp leg against the softness of my hot dripping pussy. My hands were gripping his shoulders and I shamelessly spread my legs a bit wider to allow my lips to spread a bit, my clit receiving direct stimulation as he slowly rubbed his thigh against me. The kiss faded and he pressed his cheek against mine, his mouth right by my ear, our bodies tight against each other. "I can remember the exact moment that I started lusting after you," he whispered in my ear. "I was sleeping over and I had woken up in the middle of the night to use the washroom. When I walked past your room, I glanced inside and then had to stop. "Your covers had fallen down to your waist, exposing one of your breasts; the other was still hidden from my sight, as you were half on your side, half on your stomach. The streetlight shining through the window did not give me as clear of a view as I'd wanted, but I could still make out your nipple and the dark circle around it. "My mouth was dry and my cock was so hard it ached. I remember my erection was so relentless that I couldn't even pee. I got down on one knee and jerked off into the toilet for relief. I don't think I slept much that night. And the next morning when you served us breakfast, I kept hoping your robe would fall open, giving me another forbidden glance." He pulled back and looked at me, assessing my face. I had no words. My mind was a jumble of snippets of Friday night admonishments to not stay up all night, Saturday mornings making waffles, my mind at the time focussed on bills and plans for the day and housekeeping duties. Never having a clue that one day that kid would be a man that I'd be seriously considering fucking. I swallowed hard, my stomach still full of butterflies, my desire for him overshadowing my rational conservative mind and I took my two hands and pulled my robe open above the belt. I watched his face as he finally got his first good look at the breasts he'd been lusting after for years. He let out a soft gutteral sound and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, they were bright and intense, his face hungry and I got a fleeting sensation of how the prey must feel just before being ravished by a wild cat. He just stood for a moment, simply looking, a little smile on his lips. I watched the expressions on his face, flitting between lust and awe, gentleness and liplicking intensity and found my nervousness fading into excitement over fulfilling his fantasy. I shifted my shoulders so that the robe slid down my arms, allowing me to remove it from the waist up, leaving it hanging down over my belt. That thin glass wall between years of imagining, wishing, hoping and the reality of it all had yet to be unbroken, his hands still at his sides. "Touch them, Aaron," I urged, cupping them in my hands, the erect nipples between my fingers. "Today they are yours." I closed my eyes as he reached out, placing his hands over mine, encouraging me to squeeze and knead them. I exhaled in a sigh of pleasure and he moved my hands so that they were behind my head. His hands slid from my wrists to my bent elbows and over my upper arms and down my sides to my waist. His hands were now flat on my stomach, moving upwards until my breasts rested in the curves between his thumbs and index fingers. I could hear his breath shallow and shaky and then his warm lips were gently on one of my nipples, his tongue circling it, sucking it into his wet mouth. He moved to the other breast, giving it equal time, caressing the one he had finished with, cupping it, squeezing it, not so slowly and gently anymore. I felt his teeth scrape my nipple as he pulled back, letting it slide out. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, taking my hands and running them through his hair, pulling his head back into my chest, urging him on. He squeezed them together, burying his face between them for a moment before his movements became a blur of licking and sucking and biting and squeezing. My voice was a symphony of whimpers and moans and gasps and cries as my body slowly slid down the door until we were both on our knees on the bathroom floor. "I want to fuck your tits with my hard cock, Ms. Keys." His voice was strained, urgent. "Oh god yes!" I exclaimed, the thought exciting me terribly. It had been way too long since I'd experienced that. Such a shame when I have the perfect breasts for it, large and soft enough to envelope a rock hard cock as it thrusts between them. More than once I'd been lying on my back on my bed, my vibrator slick with lube, pushing between my breasts, a poor substitute for the real thing. I tugged on his towel until it fell to the ground, freeing his erection, which was now pressed hard against his abdomen, purple with desire, the head swelling, crying out for release. The Awakening of Ms. Keys Ch. 04 "Wait," I said, getting up and going to the cabinet above the sink. Toothpaste, mouthwash, aftershave...and yes! A bottle of hand lotion. Turning, I looked down at him, half-expecting him to be gone, for me to realize it was a dream and then wake up in my bed burning with shame. It was no dream. He was watching me hungrily, one hand slowly stroking, twisting, sliding up over the head, pausing, and then back down to the base. My stomach was being accosted with what felt like a hailstorm of icy butterflies. Hands shaking, I undid my belt and slid my robe over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap around my ankles. His rhythm faltered a bit and then continued, slightly faster. My legs shaking a bit, I returned to my prior position, settling back down on my knees in front of him, sitting my ass back on my heels. I flipped the cap up, the scent of vanilla wafting through the air as I squeezed a generous amount into the palm of my hand. He stopped touching himself then and reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear before bringing his palm to my cheek. I leaned my face into his warm hand, while rubbing the cream between my two palms to warm it, then with a pounding heart reached out and wrapped my hand around his hot stiffness. He throbbed under my touch and let out a little gasp as I gripped him firmly, feeling a steel core under the smooth skin. My hand slid effortlessly up and down, pausing when the head was grasped in my palm, giving it a little squeeze. My attention was totally on the movement of my hand, stroking, twisting, effortlessly changing positions so that his cock was between my index and middle fingers, then gripped between my palm and fingers, then both hands were working it. I felt his forehead touch mine, his shallow breath light on my skin, his hand still against my cheek. I bit my lower lip and cleared my throat, my mouth dry and I realized I was unable to raise my eyes to look at him, so overwhelmed I was with the entirety of the situation. I increased my stroking, my other hand rubbing behind his balls and he brought his free hand swiftly to my other cheek, pulling my face up and into an urgent deep kiss. The suddenness of the move startled me and I found myself staring deep into his eyes as my tongue frantically wrestled with his, pushing deeply into his mouth, retreating to allow for my own to be invaded. Faster my hand moved, up and over, down hard against the base, twisting, hot slippery friction, up and down faster until he violently grabbed my wrist, breaking the kiss with a strangled word. "Stop." I did, feeling the strength of his grip, his cock still stiff in my hand. His forehead was still touching mine, our eyes locked as he breathlessly continued. "I don't want to cum this way." He put his lips on mine again, kissing me slowly but thoroughly. I felt myself totally submitting, loosening my grip on him as he pulled my hand away, placing it on my breast. I felt his large hands on my waist and with one fluid movement, he had forcefully slid me between his legs so that he was now straddling my stomach. I felt the floor cold on my back and legs as I straightened them out, emphasizing the warmth of his thighs pressing into my sides. I realized I was holding my breath, every muscle in my body taut, as he reached over for the bottle of cream. With agonizing slowness he flipped the lid up and turned the container over, dribbling cold lotion all over my nipples and breasts, paying special attention to the valley in between. I gasped and protested, reminding him how I'd so very nicely warmed the cream up for HIM, but he just chuckled and pinned both my hands in his free hand above my head. He started massaging it in and my body relaxed at the feel of him cupping me, kneading, rubbing, and he released my wrists so he could utilize both of his hands. I moaned softly, my hands running up and down his forearms, watching his face as he focused on my breasts. So intense, lips slightly parted, expression on his youthful face serious, eyes smouldering, and I suspected he was trying to memorize every nuance, every detail that his senses were absorbing. The room was quiet now, save for our more relaxed breathing and the slippery sound of the lotion as he rubbed it in. I studied his face as his firm hands gripped my breasts harder, his fingers catching my hard nipples tightly between them. I could feel myself getting very wet, sticky, and I clenched my thighs together, shifting subtly to stimulate my clit. I reached to the side for the bottle and squeezed a fair amount between my breasts, smearing it around, stroking his cock to absorb the excess on my hands. He shifted forward, placing his hands on the floor on either side of my head, his hips thrusting his erection towards my face, slicing through the lotion. Fingers spread wide, I slid my hands up either side of my breasts, pushing them together, fingers overlapping at the top, encasing him inside a warm, soft, tight tunnel. He pushed forward as much as he could, the head of his cock close enough that when I leaned my head up I could lick it, taking the tip between my lips, nibbling it. He moaned and pulled back slowly, then pushed back through the tightness of my squeezed tits. With every thrust towards me I licked him, my mouth open, tongue out, savouring the combined taste of the cream and his precum, salty and yet slightly sweet. My mouth watered, anticipating the inevitable spray, wanting to catch it, lap it up, feel it drip down my chin to my neck. The friction was heating up as he pushed faster, his hips rocking, breathing erratic and jagged. He was murmuring little phrases like "fuck yeah" and "yesss" under his breath and it was turning me on so much. I started clenching my thighs faster, tighter, shifting, rising to my own orgasm as he strained towards his. And as I cried out, bucking my hips under him, he spurted and I managed to find the presence of mind to lean up, catching heavy drops on my tongue, my neck and face splashed with it. He thrust hard, holding it forward, groaning as his cock throbbed and I closed my lips around his head, sucking the last drops out. He twitched and I felt a shudder wrack his body as I rolled his taste in my mouth, enjoying it before swallowing. Finally I leaned my head back on the floor, watching him as he took a couple deep breaths, chest heaving and I could see his pounding heartbeat pulsing in his neck. He shivered once more and then opened his eyes, looking down at me. I slowly released my hands as he leaned down to softly kiss me. Noses touching, a little smile and then laughter. I shook my head and chuckled. "I'll tell you, Aaron...when I woke up this morning, I never in a million years would have guessed that this would be happening." He grinned. "Well, I didn't expect it to actually come true but I sure had hoped that one day something like this would happen. Wow. I actually can't believe this is real." He had moved off of me so that he was sitting with his back to the cabinet. I sat up myself, feeling his cum dripping slowly down my skin. I absentmindedly rubbed it in, then licked my fingers. I suddenly noticed he was raptly watching me and I felt my cheeks flush. "That is such a fucking turn on." I raised an eyebrow at him and gestured at his rising cock. "Are you ready for round two already?" The Awakening of Ms. Keys Ch. 05 I raised an eyebrow at him and gestured at his rising cock. "Are you ready for round two already?" He grinned. "I guess I am. Look what you do to me, Ms. Keys." Ah, the quick turnaround time of the young man. It had been so long since I'd been with anyone under the age of 35 that I'd forgotten how quickly a stud in his prime could be ready to go again. I was delighted to be reminded, though, no question there. However, I was also struggling with the uneasiness of knowing that Tyler could come home at any moment. Having Aaron fuck my tits was like gasoline on the fire of my passion and as much as common sense dictated that we should both get dressed and try to assemble some façade of normalcy, I found in myself a surprising willingness to take the risk. "Why don't we go to my bedroom?" I suggested in a throaty voice that sounded unfamiliar to my own ears. "But...we really need to be aware of the time. Under no circumstances do I want Tyler coming home and finding us. You realize I'm trusting you to keep this to yourself, don't you?" His face was gravely serious and his eyes were genuine as he assured me that I could trust him, that he considered me to be a friend and not just the mother of one of his pals, that his word was his honour. Then he flashed that infamous smile my way. "Plus, I'm kind of hoping that this won't just be a one time occurrence." I rolled my eyes and smiled in spite of myself. "Let's just take this one day at a time." "Spoken like a true mother." He ducked as I swatted at him, then got to his feet, pulling me up and into his arms. "I do have a request, though, if you'd humour me a little." I looked quizzically at him, waiting. His cheeks flushed a little and he looked away, biting his lower lip. "I feel kind of silly asking." "No, please, tell me. I promise I won't think you're silly." I reached up and kissed him, gently biting his lower lip, pulling it towards me, feeling his erection twitch against my lower stomach. "Tell me, Aaron." He leaned his lips in close to my ear. "I...well...since we are moving this to your bedroom anyway...I was thinking that maybe you could indulge me a little. I'd love...to recreate what I was telling you about earlier: to walk past your room and see you lying there sleeping, naked from the waist up. To be able to finally do what I've fantasized about for all these years: to run a finger along your bare skin, to bring my mouth to your nipple and bring you out of your dreams with my lips causing you pleasure..." By the time his words trailed off, there was a huge smile on my face and a throbbing between my legs. Knowing I'd been the secret lustful desire of someone for years, that the thought of me had driven someone to furiously stroke themselves to images of ravaging my body, that this was such a driving force that they would long to make that fantasy a reality was an incredible turn-on. I could feel my arousal churning in the pit of my stomach, the erotic heat radiating through my entire body. "I don't think that is silly at all." I firmly wrapped my hand around his cock, which was still slippery from the lotion and gave it a few forceful strokes as I looked into his eyes. "It's not silly in the least." I reached down to pick up my robe, pausing at waist level to give him a couple long slow licks. He groaned and ran his fingers through my still damp locks of hair. One slow suck and then I stood back up. "Count to 60," I said with a grin and then disappeared out the door and down the hallway. My bed was still unmade from the morning and I slid between the sheets, pulling them up to my waist, lying on my right side, trying to remember the details of what he'd said about the night he saw me. As I closed my eyes, I realized I was shaking a bit from the nervousness. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to relax, trying to pretend I was just having a nap, that in a moment there was NOT going to be a man quietly moving to the side of the bed—ahhh, no good. I was too alert, too riled up, my heart pounding and my clit throbbing in anticipation. I did manage to slow my breathing though, and I was satisfied with that. And then I waited. The familiar creak of the floor in the hallway. My breath caught in my throat. A sound in the doorway. Oh god. I could feel myself starting to shake a little more and I tried to will myself to relax, to calm down. A gentle touch to the cheek. To my amazement, I didn't startle and the soothing feel of his finger sliding down my jawline, down my neck, relaxed me a bit. My muscles started unclenching and I was able to breathe again, albeit very shallowly. The light touch continued down over my collarbone to the crest of my breast. I could hear that his breathing was as light as mine and a faint moan reached my ears as he circled my nipple. When his tongue touched it ever so softly, I involuntarily shifted slightly towards him, pushing my erect nipple between his lips. He took the cue and sucked it into his warm wet mouth, his tongue pressing it against the roof. Now it was my turn to try to suppress the soft moan in my throat. My eyes still closed, my sense of awareness heightened, I waited eagerly to see what he would do next with my "sleeping" body. He moved my left arm to the side, ever so gently so as not to "wake" me, and then slid the covers down further. A feather light caress over my left hip and the curve of my ass, his pinkie finger barely touching the crevice between my cheeks, the moist slit that it led to. I could feel my pussy clench at his touch, the wetness now spreading between my thighs, making them sticky. I could feel my arousal growing so quickly and overwhelmingly that it was hard not to open my eyes and demand that he fuck me. His hand paused, warm on the outside of my left thigh as he licked the underside of my breast, then trailed his tongue down my stomach. I flinched and for a moment had to suppress a smile because it tickled, but that was soon forgotten as he suddenly flipped my leg over, causing me to very abruptly roll onto my back. I gasped as he buried his face in between my legs, sucking and licking at the wetness. My hands went for his head, pulling him hard into me, my hips bucking, thrusting my pussy into his face, wanting to feel his tongue deep deep inside me. The smell of my lust was thick in the air as he frantically drank of my juices, and I cried out with the intensity of the orgasm, my thighs gripping his head and holding him against me. The peak of the climax passed but the fire inside me burned with a fury. I pulled him up, gasping that I wanted, needed him inside me, pounding into me. He needed no further persuasion and in a heartbeat he was inside me, fucking me, my legs wrapped around him, my tongue licking his face, tasting myself on him. My ankles against his ass, pulling him hard into me, our bodies sliding up the bed from the force. He was thrusting faster and harder now, the sound of his iron manhood sliding in and out of me echoing in the room, my wetness now covering his balls and dripping down the crack of my backside. I gripped his shoulders as I started to cum and he crushed his lips to mine, our moans muffled and as intertwined as our bodies. A couple hard thrusts as he released into me, throbbing as my pussy squeezed around him, and I locked my ankles behind his ass, holding him deep inside me. Our lips parted slightly and we turned our heads so that his cheek was resting on mine as we tried to catch our breath. A couple violent shivers ran through my body and I could feel myself contract around him sporatically, causing him to jump and us to chuckle. "Wow." He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I don't think my legs would carry me right now if I tried to walk." I smiled. "Yeah, I feel weak all over myself." He rolled off of me and pulled me over to him, so that my head was lying on his shoulder. I shook my head and let out a little laugh. He glanced at me curiously. I shrugged and shook my head again. "Just...this. It's so...surreal." I grinned. "But damn good." He grinned and blushed. "Why thank you, ma'am." We both started laughing but that was quickly put to an end by the sound of the door downstairs opening and my son calling for me.