Suced Off My Son’s 18 Yo Friend

Hey guys it's me and this happened like five years ago and I still feel shame. It all started with an innocent invitation to my sons's best friend's house for a party. His friend, Sean, was visiting from another state, and he was fucking hot. Honestly, he even looked better as in the pictures. He was 21, tall, and had a smoldering look that made my insides twist with desire.

The party was wild, there was loud music, too much booze, and lots of dancing. Snacks disappeared within minutes, but the alcohol flowed like a river. Sean immediately caught my eye, and fuck if he wasn't giving me these intense looks all night. I have to admit I gave him this look too.

His girlfriend, some cheerleader type, had left early. Bitches steal all the good ones, or so I thought. Sean kept hovering around me after she left, asking if I needed a drink, lighting my cigarettes, the sweet little things that made me melt. We ended up outside on the porch, away from the noise, where he offered me a hit of his vape. It was this deep, intimate moment, just him and me. My son was playing with his other friends.

He told me that I'm beautiful with a charm that dripped off every word. I asked him if he ever had sex with a Milf and he immediately replied with that I would be the first. Things just went too fast and I couldn't help but blush, and my reflexes took over before my brain could catch up. I was leaning in, our lips crashing against each other.

It was so intense, we were making out with tongues fighting for dominance. Sean's hands roamed my body, setting every nerve on fire. He whispered into my ear how badly he wanted me. I knew it was wrong, but the hunger in his voice and the heat of his crotch against mine were too much to resist.

We stumbled inside to a dark, quiet corner of the basement. The forbidden aura of it all, knowing we shouldn't, just made it hotter. Before I could say no, Sean was unbuckling his pants. The sight of his rock-hard dick, begging for attention, made me bite my lip with anticipation.

My hands moved on their own, wrapping around his thick, veiny cock. He shoved his pants down, our eyes locked with fire in our gazes. I couldn't believe I was about to go where I probably shouldn't. But when I leaned in and took his throbbing cock into my mouth, he sucked in a breath sharply.

The taste was a mixture of salt, sweat, and whatever soap he'd used. It was addictive. I stroked him with my tongue, hollowing out my cheeks to create the perfect suction. Sean moaned, thrusting gently into my mouth, and it drove me wild. His cock was so thick filling up my whole mouth.

I bobbed my head up and down, greedily taking more and more of him in. His hand gently wove into my hair, guiding me to the pace he wanted. Every moan that left his lips spurred me on. His taste, his texture, the sensation, it was all so fucking good.

It didn't take him long, he was too turned on. I sucked his balls and looked him in the eyes to show how horny I was for him. A few minutes of intense work, and he whispered how close he was. I didn't want it to end, but when he shuddered and came hard into my mouth, I swallowed, still eyes locked with his.

We were both breathless when he finally pulled away. As we adjusted our clothes, guilt consumed me alongside the lingering warmth of satisfaction.

Once the high wore off, and I realized what had just transpired, the guilt drowned me. How could I look him in the eye again? Or worse, my son? He would be pissed, heartbroken, and rightly so. But that night, I fucking loved it, the rush of being with someone out of bounds, the animalistic pleasure... I hope no one finds out.

I just ruined everything with one stupid, incredible act. The memory of his throbbing cock in my mouth, his salty cum, and the sounds he made, God, they're on replay in my mind. But man, do I feel guilty. Noone besides of us knows about this up to this day. Well I hope you liked this story and don't make me feel guiltier than I already am.