I'd thought that as a married woman with a son aged nineteen my days of sexual adventures were long since over. How wrong I was.
My husband my son and I were on holiday staying in a lovely secluded cottage near the coast. Another family was staying in the adjoining cottage next door. They had their own son with them. He was a big muscular lad aged twenty with blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair and back from university like my own son. I'll call him Jason.
From the moment I met Jason I knew that though I was nearly old enough to be his mother he had his lustful eyes on me. I'd been in a light halter top summer dress with no bra and just little white knickers underneath. It was thin enough that if I had the sun behind me anyone interested could see the outline of my body and a hint of my underwear. Jason certainly was interested, and how! I knew I was being very naughty, but just for him I moved so the sun was behind me. I felt my clothes evaporate under his gaze and I knew he was already seeing me nude. I loved it!
A day or so later I happened to glance out of the bedroom window and saw Jason laying on a sun lounger in next door's garden just wearing tiny light blue speedo style swim trunks. I couldn't resist getting my husband's powerful binoculars and ogling his muscular young body, especially his trunks. The cloth was so thin and tight that I could clearly see the outline of his penis shaft and head, and that he was erect. His speedos were so brief and his penis was so big its head was all but peeping out over the waistband.
That night I was in bed awake next to my sleeping husband. Through the thin bedroom wall I could hear my son's grunts and the rhythmic rattling of his bed as he masturbated rising to a frantic crescendo followed by him gasping out his girl friend's name as he came. As I listened I couldn't stop myself thinking of Jason in his bed next door. I knew he'd be masturbating, all boys do. I thought of his young body naked with the huge penis I'd ogled arching hard over his belly with his hand rhythmically pumping it full length. I wondered if he would be thinking of me. I wondered if I'd be doing kinky things for him in his masturbation fantasies, and if he'd grunt out my name when his semen spurted.
The next morning my husband and my son went off for the day to climb one of the mountains. That's hardly my kind of thing and I said I would stay at the cottage and perhaps wander into the nearby sea side town. Shortly after they went I saw the car next door drive off. Jason's mother had told us they too would be out for the day.
It was a beautifully hot sunny day and I felt lazy so instead of going anywhere I decided to stay at the cottage and work on my sun tan. I changed into my bikini. It's bright pattern goes well with my dark hair though its perhaps rather daring for a woman of my age especially with my big breasts. I stretched out on a sun lounger in the garden.
Before we came on holiday I'd invested in an all over tan in a salon as I hate bikini shadow. My tan was starting to fade so I decided to get some sun on my naked breasts. Why not? I thought. The cottage was very secluded and everyone was out so there would be no one to see me. I unclipped my bikini top and let my breasts bounce out. My breasts are quite large, though still firm and the warm sun felt exquisite on them as they swung naked.
It also felt rather erotic. "Jason would like this!" I found myself thinking, and after that I couldn't get Jason out of my mind. I thought of his body, of him masturbating his big penis, and what sex positions I'd like to have him in. As I rubbed sun tan lotion onto my breasts my fingers caught my nipples and they were soon tingling and getting taut.
That's when I realised I was being watched. There was a thick hedge between our garden and next door, and through it I caught a glimpse of blonde hair and naked flesh. I knew instantly it was Jason. I was horrified at first but I didn't let on that I'd noticed.
Then some old memories and a half forgotten thrill came back to me. Perhaps I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. When I was twenty, at student parties I'd always been one of the first girls to have all my clothes off. The excitement of those parties, of having boys' hungry eyes exploring me, especially when they were naked too with their young penises up hard for me, came back to me. I'd made sure I'd kept my looks and a decent figure even though I'm a mother. Now my efforts were being rewarded by a boy half my age ogling me, probably in those tiny speedos! I decided to put on a show for him.
I continued rubbing sun lotion into my breasts, feeling my nipples getting tighter and tighter and peaking like little deep pink corks with arousal. I turned so as to treat Jason to a full frontal view of my body, and arched my back a bit to thrust my breasts up and toward him, making it look unintentional. My arousal was rising and I'd decided on my next move. With a deep "Ohhhhhhh!" I slid my hand slowly and smoothly down my front and massaged my pussy through my bikini bottom. Then I slipped my hand down inside to play with my vagina. I always enjoy pussy play but this time for Jason I exaggerated my squirming and crying out with sex pleasure.
I knelt on the lounger with my legs wide to undo the two little bows at my hips holding my bikini bottom together, making sure I faced Jason. I let my bikini bottom drop and I could all but feel Jason's eyes on my cunt. Knowing I'd be wearing a bikini on holiday I'd trimmed my bush to just a neat little ring of dark pubic hair round my slit. Glancing down I saw kneeling like that had pulled my vagina wide open and my aroused labia were peeping out and were already wet with my juice. I slid my hand between my legs and began to masturbate in earnest, starting by stroking my vagina lips then as I got hot slipping my fingers inside and teasing my clit, at the same still time fingering my lotion lubed nipples.
I'd discovered my husband's secret stash of porn magazines long ago so I knew what men like to see women do. As I masturbated I put on a show for Jason, squirming my naked body into the kind of poses I'd seen in his magazines. I strained my legs as wide as I could. I thrust my pussy and tits, swinging and bouncing my breasts. I lay on my back with my legs spread and folded up like my husband was fucking me on top. I rolled over so I was on all fours fingering my pussy with my bum toward Jason, my legs wide and my breasts swinging like he was pumping me from behind. I made lots of noise, moaning, grunting, squealing and crying out.
I love masturbating, and the kinkiness of doing so with a man watching makes it so much more exciting. I've never dared masturbate with my husband watching. The last time I'd done anything like that had been at one of those wild student parties. I'd been nude on a bed doing erotic poses with half a dozen naked boys standing round me masturbating or being hand jobbed by other girls with their penises aimed at me. I loved watching boys masturbate, especially over me.
When my orgasm came I was on my back with my legs as wide as I could get them, frantically criss crossing and circling my clit with my fingertips. In the explosion of sex pleasure between my legs I lost control. I shrieked and involuntarily arched my back to thrust my hips against the man my body thought was fucking me and I kicked up my legs to wrap my legs over him. As my orgasm started to fade I flopped back onto the lounger with my hands clasped over my pussy with my afterglow throbbing. Then I looked straight at Jason. I was still breathing hard from my orgasm when I spoke.
"Did you enjoy the show Jason?" I said. "Instead of just watching come and join me."
Next to the hedge there was a bit of low white picket fence. Jason stepped over it into our garden. As I'd hoped he was wearing those tiny light blue speedos. Hardly surprisingly I could see his trunks were bulging in a massive ridge clearly showing the outline of his erect penis in detail. But this time his penis head was actually peeping over the top hem. He came and stood right next to me grinning and thrusting his bulging trunks toward me. I reached out for a feel of his penis and balls through his trunks. His shaft felt like a steel bar.
"Go on, show me what you've got," I said. It had been years since I'd said that to a boy.
A moment later Jason's trunks were down round his thighs and his long erect penis was swinging stiffly and bending up in front of him nearly as far as his belly button. Its big round deep pink head was out of his foreskin. His naked body was deliciously smooth except for some down on his muscular legs and a little ring of brown pubic hair just round the base of his penis. His bottom was firm and muscular with smooth buttocks that gleamed in the sun.
I treated myself to a good long feel of his penis and balls, ruffling his pubic hair and tickling his groins and right under him between his legs the way my husband likes me to do. He grunted, squirmed and thrust his hips toward me as I played with him. Little drops of pre cum appeared on the tip of his penis head and I smeared it over his penis head and over the ridge where his penis head met his shaft.
I couldn't get the memory of those boys masturbating over me in my student days out of my mind. I could still hear their grunts, I still remembered them one after the other ramming their penises toward me and the feel of their warm semen splashing over me. I'd taken a shower with one of the boys afterwards to wash all the semen off, before he'd treated me to another load up my pussy. I knew what I wanted right then.
"I saw the way you looked at me in that sun dress. Could you see my knickers?" Jason grinned. "You masturbate thinking about me, don't you?" His lewd grin was all the answer I needed. "Masturbate over me and play with me now," I continued. "I love watching boys wank." I wanted him to know I knew the dirty word boys use.
