** At the time of writing, I'm currently 48 years old and divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I can't quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don't judge me. I'd love to receive comments from my readers too so feel free to say what you want. **
This memory or experience or story or whatever you want to call it is probably the freshest in my mind. It happened about 6 or 7 years ago just shortly before I met my current partner. I was kind of in a place where I was off men. Not that I was no longer interested in sex, it just seemed like a lot of hard work finding men to fuck and I had also come off a few bad relationships where men had promised me the world but never delivered. I can't really blame them though as I knew what I was getting into but you can't help it sometimes. But we're not here to talk about my emotional problems. You want to hear about my sex life so I'll spare you.
Like I was saying, I had stopped visiting sex sites or dating sites. Losing my password may have had a lot to do with it but it was more my frame of mind. I had met a few guys through friends but nothing really piqued my interest and I was happy to use Luke, my trusted vibrator! That got me through many nights where I just needed to get off.
But I seem to be digressing. While I wasn't looking for anything, some things just happen by chance and unplanned. This is about how I fucked my daughter's ex-boyfriend!
Stuart was my daughter, Lydia's, ex-boyfriend. They had broken up for about a year but were still friends and he was in the house often enough hanging around with her and her friends. Lydia was 19 at the time and he was 22 or 23, I really cant remember.
One evening he was over at the house. Lydia and her gang were going out but he wasn't going along. My daughter and her friends left and Stuart asked if he could use the toilet before leaving himself. He came back out and said he was leaving and I walked him out to his car, both of us just chatting normally.
He reached his car and put his hands into his pocket to pull out his keys. As he pulled out his keys, a pair of lacy, pink, panties fell out. I stared at it and bent to pick it up. They were mine. Used just two days ago and unwashed.
"What the hell Stuart? These are mine!" I exclaimed. The laundry room was just beside the toilet so he must have picked them up from there on his way out.
"I.. I...errr." Stuart mumbled and dashed into his car. Before he could close the door, I threw the panties onto his lap.
"Enjoy." I said and turned around and walked into the house, not looking back. I felt a thrill though know he wanted my panties. I had enough experience knowing how men loved dirty panties and all those thoughts or men wanting and using my panties send a flutter into my pussy.
Luke, my vibrator came in really useful that evening and I worked myself up to a few orgasms thinking about Stuart wanting my panties and recollecting all my experiences with panty sex. I knew Stuart was coming back the next day to hang with Lydia and her friends and I was wondering how I would handle it. Heck, I was wondering how he would handle it as well.
The next day, he acted as if nothing had happened and I let it be as well. The kids were hanging around downstairs and I busied myself in the kitchen. After a while, things got quiet outside in the hall and then Stuart came into the kitchen.
"Is there something you need Stuart? Where's Lydia?"
"err... she went upstairs with the rest. I... I just came to say sorry." Stuart said sheepishly.
I put my hands on my hips. "About my panties? Why did you take them?"
"I... I... Oh Mrs J.... I just.. I just wanted something of yours." Stuart replied, kicking his shoes together.
"They're my panties Stuart!" I said, indignantly. "Dirty panties as well! Why?"
Stuart looked down at the floor. "You.. You're just so hot Mrs J. I.. I... oh damn, I'll just say it. Would you be angry if I told you I so want to do you?" He looked up at me as he said this.
"Oh Stuart." I said, raising my hand to my mouth. "I.. I don't know what to say. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"You didn't say no." He smiled sheepishly. "You must know you're a MILF Mrs J. All the boys think so."
I felt that all too familiar stirring in my tummy, radiating down to my pussy. "That's sweet Stuart, but I hardly think I'm a MILF."
"You're really hot Mrs. J." Stuart said. "I'd certainly fuck you." He looked at me straight in the eye.
I just looked at him. I was taken aback by his brazenness, yet, at the same time I was flattered that this young man though I was hot and how he wanted me. Stuart suddenly came toward me and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. "Stuart! Not when Lydia is upstairs!"
"You still didn't say no." He smiled, his confidence returning. "C'mon Mrs J. You know you want to."
"I don't know what I want." I said softly, more to myself than to him or anyone else in particular. "You better go back outside."
Stuart left and I was left pondering what had just happened. Had this young man blatantly propositioned me for a fuck?
To cut a long story short, we started texting after that, and the texting led to sexting. He kept suggesting we meet up and finally I succumbed and told him I'd book a room. As usual I laid down the condition that just because I had booked a room didn't mean that anything would happen and that it all depended on how things went on the day. Just like I did with all the men I met up with for sex for the first time.
I wore a light summer dress and sexy, lacy panties with a floral bra for the meetup. I drove separately and checked in, still wondering what and why I was doing this. When I start thinking too much, I just dive in and do it so to speak and hence here I was, sitting in the room waiting for Stuart.
The room doorbell rang and I smoothed my skirt down and quickly checked my makeup before checking the eyeglass and then opening the door. Stuart bundled himself in quickly and closed the door. "Wow Mrs. J. You look really good! I don't think I've seen you all dressed up like this!" He said excitedly.
"Oh! This is nothing." I teased. "But I thought I'd put a little makeup on for you."
"You look super sexy Mrs. J." He carried on, staring at me and at my low cut dress showing ample cleavage as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Listen Stuart," I said in a serious voice. "If you are going to fuck me, you better stop calling me Mrs. J. That's quite a turn off." I laughed.
He grinned. "What.. what should I call you then? I've only ever called you Mrs. J." He said.
"Erina. That's my name." I said softly. "Although I'm not averse to being called other names in the heat of passion." I knew I was teasing him and I liked it. He stood staring at me, his mouth a little agape. He nodded and stood there.
"Are we doing this?" I asked. He nodded silently again, just staring at me as he stood in front of me kind of not knowing what to do. I knew if I didn't do something now, we could just end up sitting there awkwardly.
"Come here." I said, beckoning him forward. He stepped closed to me and I fumbled with his belt. "Take them off."
Stuart hurried to take off his pants. His boxers already had a wet spot on them and I moved to pull them down, freeing his cock. It was dripping pre-cum and I could smell it. His obvious excitement fuelled my own. I hadn't seen this level of excitement for a long, long time from a man and it was a huge thrill for me to know he was so turned on.
I moved forward to lick his cock and taste his precum then quickly took it into my mouth, bathing it with my saliva. Stuart groaned loudly. "Ohhhh...Mrs J...."
I pulled of his cock and jerked it slowly, "Erina...don't spoil it with the Mrs J or I'll be forced to stop." I teased.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop Mrs.... Err.. Erina." Stuart moaned, thrusting his cock in time with my hands. My mouth went back to his cock, taking it fully in. I sucked and slurped on it moaning as I felt more pre-cum leaking out and tasting it. I bobbed faster on his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked.
