Forbidden Desire The Beginning

Have you ever met someone and had an instant connection, but they were either a lot younger or perhaps older than you and it seemed like you shouldn't indulge? You know that whole cougar thing, or dirty old man thing that people always say? Well that is what happened to me.

Josh was a sweet young man that my son, Nathan, met in college. He was 20 years old when I first met him. I was 55. He was sweet and polite and got along with everyone. He quickly became a staple around our house and would often come stay with us on the weekends. Nathan and his girlfriend, Michelle, would often go off on their own leaving Josh on the couch with me. We watched old movies together, laughed, and just got along so well.

If we went to sporting events or concerts or to the movies, Josh was always invited and often came too. He and I would sing loudly in the car, driving Nathan and Michelle crazy. But that just made us sing that much louder. We were friends and had fun. I never thought anything else.

Then one night, we were coming home from a basketball game and Nathan and Michelle were asleep in the back seat. Josh had hurt his knee a few weeks before and after the long day, he said his knee was really hurting. He asked me if I would rub his knee for him. Being a physical therapist., I obviously had some previous experience with knee injuries and again never thought a thing about it. I began rubbing his knee and as I did, he shifted in the seat and slid my hand a little higher on his thigh. Still thinking about the injury and that the pain was radiating up his thigh, I continued to massage his leg as I drove. He shifted a bit more and suddenly I felt his cock laying against his thigh within his jeans. Embarrassed, I quickly removed my hand and quietly apologized. But this was no accident as by now you may have guessed and it became apparent as Josh took my hand and placed it back on his thigh. I removed it again and he once again took my hand and placed it on his thigh holding it there.

I was in shock. I quietly said, "Josh, we can't do this. You are Nathan's best friend. You are so much younger than I am. We shouldn't do this." He squeezed my hand against his thigh and said, "You have to know that I have wanted to be with you for a long time. Why do you think I hang around so much? I want this and I think you do too." He was right, a part of me did want this, want him. I checked to make sure Nathan and Michelle were still sleeping, and began stroking the bulge that lay against the side of his leg. He throbbed and twitched at each stroke and touch. I moved my hand up between his legs and massaged and squeezed. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the seat as I continued to caress him through his jeans. Wanting him to touch me, wanting those jeans off him, wanting to pull the car over, but we couldn't, not now. Not tonight. I continued to stroke him, returning between his legs to massage until he took my hand and stopped me. "I'm going to cum if we don't stop, and it might be hard to explain why my jeans are covered in cum." I smiled and moved my hand away. Wanting to touch myself, but resisting as we pulled up to the dorm.

Nathan and Michelle woke when the car stopped. They all got out of the car and walked away. I saw Josh coming back to the car. What was he doing coming back. They would know, he couldn't. He came and opened the door and reached in and picked up his phone. "I left it on purpose so I could come back to tell you how much I enjoyed that and look forward to seeing you again very soon." And then he closed the door and I watched them disappear into the dorm. I couldn't move. I was in such shock at what had just happened. A car honked behind me and I drove away, with the memory of what had just happened.

As I drove, home I replayed the scene over and over in my head. Had this just happened? Had this young man really just come on to me tonight? Was this real? It was, I know it was. As I got home, I couldn't help but think about Josh and touching him, even if it was just through his jeans. The length against his thigh. What was I doing? But it was so erotic, so exciting. I got in the shower and the images kept playing over and over in my head as I touched myself, the way I wanted him to touch me, so soft and gentle. Fingers trailing along the velvet folds between my thighs, parting, sliding inside, circling the sensitive pearl that longed to be touched. Pleasuring myself, as I had Josh.

The next morning I awoke and the cold light of day, brought back the feelings of guilt. What had I done? Josh was just a kid compared to me. He was my son's best friend. How could I have done this? I was nearly in tears, when the phone rang. It was Nathan. Did he know? Had Josh told him? I answered the phone. He wanted to tell me that classes were called off on Friday and so it was going to be a long weekend. This was my chance to apologize to Josh and tell him it couldn't happen again. I was determined to end it before anything else happened. Or so I thought...