In A Dark Place

In a dark place:

A divorcee is down, her stepson's friend helps her see a light.

I don't recall when it happened, but it did. My husband's affair wrecked me. I was in a dark place when a friend of my stepson broke me.

My life was happy. Married for 12 years, no children of my own, but I was happy to help raise Jeremy and Mike. Paul, the man I had married was a widower with two young boys when we met. We dated for three years. I only met the children after a year of dating.

I met Paul at work. He was an hvac repair man. I was in the office when he came in, it took almost two weeks to fix the entire system. Anyway, we met, we talked, we went ate lunch together, then that progressed to coffee, then dinner, then eventually, my bed.

I thought everything was good until one day, Mike, the youngest at 18 years now, told me that he thought his dad was cheating on me and that I should know about it. I doubted it at first, then I started thinking about the last year. The pieces finally started to fall into place. I hired a PI, then a month later, Paul was served with divorce papers.

Since I moved into Paul's house, I managed to buy a nice little house closer my office. Jeremy didn't care either way, we were never close. He was old enough to tell me that I wasn't his mom and that he could take care of himself. Mike, on the other hand warmed up to me quickly and despite Jeremy's constant interfering and bullying, called me mom shortly after the wedding and me moving in.

After the divorce, Mike and I had regular contact. There was one of his friends named Steve, I didn't care for him at all. I didn't like the way he looked at me, especially when I was wearing a skirt and blouse, his eyes always moved up and down from my feet to my breasts and then back down. If I wore pantyhose, his eyes were glued to my legs. I did think that was kind of cute, the young guy already had a leg and stocking fetish.

As the one-year anniversary of the divorce approached, I was single, hadn't met anyone worth a second date. At the old age of 38, I shouldn't be so picky, but I am. My trust right along with my heart were shattered my Paul. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

The night before the one-year mark, Mike stopped by to try and cheer me up, it might have worked but, I was almost drunk, and he brought his creepy friend Steve with him. I was not happy, but as usual, I was cordial.

Like I said, I was beyond tipsy, but not sloppy yet, but at some point, Mike ran out to pick up some snacks for the two of them. Steve poured me another glass of wine; I actually thanked him. I don't know why, but I began venting about my frustrations with men and my life to him. He was actually being polite and was a sympathetic listener. He gave me a few compliments that made me smile.

About half an hour after Mike left, he called and said he needed to go meet his girlfriend. Apparently, she called and wanted to go out that night. I wasn't going to get in the way, so I told him that I would be fine and told him to have fun. I would see him again soon.

Steve's compliments became more forward. My glass of wine was also refilled by the time I got off the phone with Mike. I didn't know what it was, but Mike soon had me laughing and giggling. Then the music started. I found myself dancing with him. He seemed to be a pretty good dancer.

In my condition, I needed to lean into him to keep in the upright position, I was afraid that I would stumble and fall over. This gave him the opportunity to whisper in my ear about how attractive I was and that Paul was a complete fool to do what he did. He was playing on my weak emotional state.

The alcohol lowered my inhibitions enough. He wasn't the most attractive young man. In fact, he was overweight, and sloppy most of the time. Oversized t-shirt, and sweat pants along with old dirty sneakers were his outfit of choice.

I stood at 5'4, he towered over me. I weighed 110lbs, my hair black and just above my shoulders, my breasts were a healthy 36c. They did look quite nice on my frame. Luckily gravity hasn't taken the full effect on them and they didn't sag too much, they were still quite perky.

As we danced, I felt his lips on my neck, then my jaw, then my chin, and back to my neck. He repeated the cycle three times before he kissed my lips. My lips parted on their own. A soft moan escaped my lips. His arms tightened around me and pulled me into him. I felt the heat from his large body.

He walked me back to the sofa, then guided me down and joined me. Our lips met again. I wasn't sure when, but my shirt was on the floor and my bra flung across the room. I let out a deep groan as his lips closed around a nipple and his tongue flicked rapidly back and forth. His fingers took care of my other nipple. Pinching and rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. He had me holding the back of his head and moaning loudly.

My hands found their own way into his lap. I felt the large bulge in his sweats, and for the first time, I was happy that he wore sweats. My hand easily slipped in and was able to grasp his shaft through his briefs. It was his turn to groan. I rubbed and pulled on him. I felt his member getting harder and growing in size.

I felt his large hand on my head pushing me down into his lap. I let him guide me. My mind was clouded. I heard a voice somewhere in the back of my mind screaming not to do this... not now... not with him. But as soon as the tip of his cock made contact with my lips, a door in my mind slammed shut. The voice was gone. A new voice was in control and telling me what to do.

I kissed the tip. My tongue licked up and down the shaft before parting my lips and taking him into my mouth with a deep moan. I was on my hands and knees leaning over him. His cock in my mouth, my left hand holding me up, my right hand cradling his large hairy balls. He had his left hand on the back of my head; he would occasionally push me down, or hold me down on his shaft, otherwise, his hand just rested on my head. He was letting me know who was in control. His other hand was rubbing my ass and slipping between my legs and rubbing my pussy through my panties. Then I thought, where did my trousers go? The thought was in my mind for a split second before the new voice told me to be the slut I was.

I took my time moving my mouth up and down his shaft. My right hand tickling his balls, he liked that. My mind played images of him checking me out over the last few years. I knew he loved stockings. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and told him I would be right back.

I stumbled to my room and dug through a drawer and pulled out a package that I bought for Paul, but never got to wear. I stripped my panties off and put on the glossy long sleeve body-stocking there were three holes, one for each breast and then my crotch was open as well.

"Steve... could you come give me hand in here please?" I called out.

The look on his face was priceless. His shirt flew over his head, he kicked his briefs off his feet and was on me faster than I could have ever imagined.

I thought I would have my mouth back on his cock, but he had me on my belly and legs bent at the knees. He held my ankles in his hands, his cock between my feet. He moved my feet back and forth on his cock. I heard him groan. This lasted for several minutes before I felt my feet were wet with his precum.

I was told to roll over, he helped me. He sunk down to his knees on the side of the bed. He pulled me back onto him. His face was in my pussy, my legs draped over his shoulders and on his back. He kissed, he licked, he fingered me until I was arching up and writhing in more pleasure than I had ever experienced. My hands were in fists, my feet kicking on his back as he took me from one orgasm to another.

I was laid on the bed panting for breath when Steve lifted my legs behind my knees and spread me wide open. His massive body hovered over me. I groaned and moaned when he entered me.

"Oh, Gawd, yes... slow... nice and slow... yesss."

He slowly worked himself into me. By the time he was bottomed out in me, I was ready. He already gave me two small orgasms just working his cock into me.

"Go ahead... fuck me... I need it... fuck me baby... fuck me like a whore..."

That set him off. He was thrusting away, his weight crushing me into my bed. Oh, gawd it felt so good.

"Fuck me... fuck me harder... make me your slut... your fuck slut... break me!" I cried out in pleasure as a massive orgasm tore through my body making my thighs tremble and my feet shake as my toes curled.

As I laid beneath him panting for breath, I leaned my head up and began sucking his nipple, taking each one in my mouth, tonguing, nibbling... enjoying his hot soft flesh in my mouth as my hands clung to his shoulders.

Steve rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my hips and ass into the air. I wearily climbed up on my hands and knees for him. I knew what he wanted. I arched my back and pushed my ass back towards him.

Looking over my shoulder... "Go ahead, fuck me... take me".

Steve pushed his cock in slowly until he was about halfway in, he then suddenly slammed into me making me lurch forward as I cried out in shock as he stretched me wide open. He buried himself deep inside of me.

He spanked my ass just before pulling out and slamming back into me, he did this several times. He noticed that my legs were beginning to tremble and my toes curl... he saw the signs that I was about to cum on his cock again.

"You like this don't you... you like being fucked like a bitch."

He slammed into me two more times. I was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

"Tell me... who owns you... who's bitch are you?" he growled.

"Yours... I'm your bitch... please... don't stop." I replied in a shaky voice.

As I finished my sentence, it felt as if my body that was already burning exploded. My mind when blank except for the thought of Steve doing as he pleased with me. My last memory of the night was feeling a hot explosion deep in my pussy filling me up.

I woke early the next morning; my bladder was about to burst. A thick arm across my body, its big hand cupping my pussy, a finger pushed inside of me. Flashes of what took place last night danced through my aching mind. A small smile spread across my face.

I slithered out of bed, still in the body-stocking from the night before. I sat on the toilet and let the dam burst. I looked between my legs into the toilet, I had never seen so much cum leak out of me the following morning. That boy filled me up. On the way back to the bed, Steve passed me on his way to the bathroom. He pulled me back with him. He had me standing behind him, my arms wrapped around his waist. He placed one of my hands on his soft shaft, the other cupped his balls. His head leaned back as I felt a surge through his shaft, then the spray hit the toilet. I actually giggled as I waved his shaft back and forth as he peed. After he was done, he shook it and wiped the end with a wet tissue. Somewhere in my shattered mind, I thought it was a good idea to lean over and kiss the head. 15 minutes later, I had a mouthful of fresh cum for breakfast.

After two cups of coffee and Steve ate a bowl of cereal, I was bent over my dining table being fucked from behind. I had two good orgasms before he grunted and filled me again. He spanked my ass before spinning me around. His lips crushed mine, his tongue defeated mine as I melted into his arms.

A smile on my face. I replayed the events of last night and this morning. My body shuddered as I thought about how powerful Steve actually is. I never thought about the strength a fat man would have. He was definitely strong. He easily moved me around how ever he wanted, yet he was gentle with me, but strong and demanding at the right times.

My fingers danced between my legs setting off a series of small orgasms. I knew I had to think about getting him back here for an extended amount time. I also had to face reality, he is still in high school, a senior, yes, but still, high school. Those words echoed around my mind for several minutes. I came to idea that I needed to find myself a big man.