The summer of my divorce was looming and I was doing my level best to keep up appearances. My son had enlisted some of his old friends to help me move while he was at school, a kind gesture if not the bare minimum.
He'd opted not to take sides in the whole debacle, which felt like a slap in the face given the adulterous actions of his dad. So he wasn't driving back home to help his mom, he was keeping his distance for the sake of the family. Eye roll.
Nonetheless, I had a small crew of free hands on moving day who were all chipper and polite. Some were familiar faces from my kids high school days, part of the group of smelly rambunctious, jokesters I used to drive to soccer every week- but all grown up. In lieu of payment I'd ordered some bbq, and a keg to treat the boys to a pool party after it was all done. With everyone 21, it was now legal to bribe them with booze to get my couch moved.
Of course, I should have seen it coming, I should have understood the effects of that decision as a thoughtful, mature woman. After a long tiring day, I was going to be drinking with a bunch of shirtless young men half my age as they ate and dove in and out of the pool.
But as I stood in the kitchen, preparing the potato salad I couldn't help but get caught up watching these healthy bodies bounce about my deck. Of the lot I'd felt the most attraction to Billy, the stockiest of the lot. He had a wide chest with a tiny patch of hair on it, and the beginnings of a belly that reminded me of my husband back in college. The sex had been incredible back then and a big reason as to why I was blinded from his flaws.
I kept an eye on Billy as I doled out food and sipped beer from my plastic cup. What if I could get Billy to fuck me, I'd thought. It'd be like getting revenge on my shitty husband and his awful son all at once wouldn't it?
I found myself changing into a bikini with a polite little wrap to keep myself demure. Maybe I could still draw eyes at 46, perhaps even get laid for the first time in a year.
So I was out there getting stupid with these boys, catering to their appetites and drawing stares when I bent down. In hindsight I probably looked silly and pathetic to the whole bunch of em. A sad divorced milf trotting about in flats and a swim suit for attention.
If there was laughter at my expense it went unheard, but my heart did break a little when Billy took a phone call from his girlfriend and the men started to find the exit. They accepted a hug and a peck on the cheek as they left, my invitation to "come visit any time" falling on deaf ears.
All except for Hayden.
The skinniest of the group, I could barely remember him as a friend of my son. But here he was, the last remaining mover promising to help me clean up.
In all my lust for Billy, I'd never really noticed young Hayden, but in the absence of others he became a brand new focus. I watched him pull himself out from the water, my brain in a boozy slo-mo. He was tall and lanky with a flat chest and visible ribs. His arms were finely muscled if at all and he looked more like a teenager than his friends. But what provided the greatest contrast in types was the thin hair that began on his belly that grew darker the further south it went.
Hayden had been without trunks, so he'd been swimming in his boxer briefs the whole afternoon, something that I'd only noticed as he emerged from the water. The soaked cotton fabric had been weighted down and pulled the waistband to an obscene low as he stepped onto the deck. I'd caught his thick pubic bush and the base of his cock before he pulled up his shorts, his face a mixture of sheepishness and curiosity.
We stood there a few feet apart, staring at each other in the night, waiting to answer an obvious question that hadn't been asked.
Between the beer and my lust I was feeling available, but what was capturing my imagination was the body of contradictions that stood in front of me. I'd never been attracted to someone like Hayden before, someone so soft and feminine- but that gracefulness was also hairy and musky with a decent sized cock. He was also a man with agency, but one that didn't ignore or dominate me- instead he stood there wet and nearly naked giving me all the power. A status I'd never enjoyed in my marriage.
He was shivering when I got in close to kiss his lips and put my hand on his growing bulge.
I put my chest to his and felt his hands along my ribs as I slipped my tongue in his mouth. His cock sprang out the moment I pushed his shorts down, the cold flesh settling along my bikini line, obvious and waiting.
We practically ran to the bedroom - a bare mattress in the centre of the room surrounded by boxes. We threw ourselves down in a rolling heap, furiously making out with abandon.
I could see the earnestness in Hayden's eyes as he sat back to remove my bikini bottoms. He wanted to prove his worth to me with his mouth, and his eagerness convinced me to ignore my misgivings and to let him loose on my unshaven cunt.
Having gone untouched for over a year, that first swipe of a tongue was like fireworks. I giggled and cooed in an embarrassing fashion, perhaps giving the boy a little too much confidence. I had to swat his hand away when he plunged a couple digits too deep inside - the crude pain reminding me of his inexperience. So I began to hold his head in place and mumble encouragement as I felt him lick from back to front.
My husband had quit adventuring sometime around 25 -well with me at least- so it had been even longer since I had someone with such vigor go exploring. At the moment, with a tongue on my taint I would have given a hearty yes if Hayden had wanted to fuck me in the ass.
Instead I was lifting my knees to my chest, and pushing Hayden's head down hard on my clit.
My orgasms were always hard work, but I was being properly primed with this boys mouth and I could feel the welcome shake in my thighs. This felt amazing.
Hayden popped back up as I rest my legs. His erection was visible over my tummy, and I began to hunger for it inside. Our eyes silently agreed as he reached down to line himself up, and I drew in a breath waiting for penetration.
As average sized as he was, I laid back and savoured every millimetre of flesh that entered me. Having been so long, an inch would have felt like a mile- so with Hayden and his slow entry I was rolling my eyes in the back of my head as I felt my insides part from his cock.
It felt filthy to stare back up at the young face, a hint of fright in his eyes as he silently begged permission to continue. My quivering lip and hazy expression was all he needed to start gently rocking into my body. Eventually gathering up speed and rhythm before easing back off. Whether it was to give himself a rest, or to not blow his load Hayden seemed to have an established pattern and I gave him as long as I could to look over me and thrust his cock in me.
Then I decided it was mommy's turn to take over.
I put a hand on his chest as a pause, causing that alarm in his eyes to return. I muttered about being on top and encouraged him to stay within as I creaked my old bones and flipped our bodies back.
Now I was sat astride him, our new alignment suddenly finding my g-spot and making me almost lose my composure.
