Chapter 03 - Mrs. V.
Thank you 69playgal69 for the editing.
I am a happily married woman of seventeen years. I have three wonderful children, all of which are in high school. We cat, two dogs, and few worries. My husband and I are still very sexually attracted to each other after all these years, and it is rare not to be satisfied when the need arises. So, with all of this said, I must confess about the desire I had acted upon a few months back.
It all started about a year ago, my eldest son had a friend over, Kevin, for a couple nights. They had just had a football game and his parents were out for the weekend and we had agreed that he could stay with us while they were away.
At first it was nothing unusual, or odd, he was my boys friend, coming to visit. He gave me the stare a couple of times when I had seen him before, but that was common from the young boys, I was considered a milf, or what ever they call it, and it didn't bother me. In fact it quite often made the sex with my husband more erotic.
After dinner Kevin and my son went upstairs with the other kids as I cleaned up, as usual. My husband was heading out to meet some friends that night and it left me to watch over the household, and I was good with that, there was little to worry about in our neighborhood.
So as I was washing the dishes, I felt like I was being watched though and I had to take a look around, and there was Kevin. I don't know how long he was standing there, it was easily noticed that his eyes had been focused on my ass. "Kevin?" I asked, acting as if I didn't notice, I didn't want the boy to be embarrassed over a natural thing, "can I help you?".
He smiled and tried to play cool, "Ah yes, Mrs. V." They all called me Mrs. V, Vasalinni is just to long to say all the time, "I was wondering if I could get some milk."
I smiled at him, more to myself as he stumbled on his words, he must have know he was caught, " Yes, ill get you some Kevin, I don't need dirty shoes on the clean floor"
He managed a smile and I turned to get a cup and felt his eyes on me once again. Of course being used to be stared at this never had an effect on me, but this young man, did. He was tall, muscular, and very handsome, and I found myself liking his eyes on me. I chuckled to myself for the oddness of the thought, but as I was pouring his milk, I felt my pussy getting wet from his eyes.
I quickly moved to him and handed him his milk, he reached out quickly as well and we clashed hands sending the milk from my hand to the floor and shattering the glass. He jumped back and I smiled, "No use crying over spilt milk," I couldn't believe I even said, but I did.
He managed a weak laugh and I hurried to get another glass for him. When I turned his hands were in front of him and I swear I could see he was stiff under his pants. He kept one hand in front of him as he carefully took the glass from my hand and practically ran up the stairs with a meek, "thanks Mrs. V."
I chuckled to myself as he left, at least he got some enjoyment from it. And I was going to receive some enjoyment that night from it.
I awaited my husbands return in thinking a good romping from him would take the thoughts of the boy exciting me away, however, with every touch of my husband I thought of Kevin touching himself thinking of me. I could not believe how hot he made me.
The next morning I rose early to get some housework done before the kids destroyed it. I was being quiet not to wake anyone as I moved about the house. I folded some laundry and went to the bathroom to place the towels in the cupboard, and I realized, as I opened the door, I was not alone.
I opened the door at the same time I heard a grunt, without thinking I looked in just a Kevin released his sperm, his cock was still in his hands and he was still stroking it, his head was back and his eyes closed. I quickly closed the door, trying to remain quiet, but I could not help myself and I peeked in through the keyhole. He released a few more moans as he stroked the cock a few more times, his cum was rolling down his fingers, and I found myself licking my lips watching it, then he whispered, "Ah Mrs. V."
I felt my hand move to my crotch immediately and I pressed my fingers against my pussy, I could not believe how hot, how wet, how excited I got seeing him cum, thinking of me. I quickly left the room, and woke my husband, and fucked him hard and fast thinking of it.
Luckily for me, the rest of the weekend went by quickly and Kevin and the kids were off to the field to play football, which kept him away from me, and kept my pussy dry.
I saw Kevin on and off for the next few months, every time his eyes were glued to my body, his mind, no doubt, stripping me from my clothes and taking me on the spot. And every time I felt my pussy get wet thinking of him doing that to me. I cursed myself for how he made me feel, nobody had ever made me feel that way, and it was my sons friend that was doing it, without intention.
Well a few months ago my kids had gone camping with my husband and I heard a knock on the door. I opened and it was Kevin, he was very upset about something and asked if my son was home to talk with. Of course he was off camping but I offered to have an ear for him and he reluctantly agreed to come in.
I asked him to have a seat on the couch and offered him a drink. He asked for some water and I hurried off to get it for him. When I returned he was sitting with his head in his hands and I kneed in front of him and lifted his head, "You can talk to me Kevin, I'll help you."
He smiled to me and took a sip, he slouched back on the couch and told me how his girlfriend had cheated on him, and he didn't know what to do. I was surprised, a girl cheated on him, he was a masterpiece of a man, and sweet as could be. I caressed his leg as I told him how things would get better for him. And he seemed to appreciate it, offering me that wonderful smile and a "Thanks Mrs. V." every so often.
As I knelt there I noticed my hands were moving further up his thigh with every thoughtful caress, and I realized, I was getting wet again. I looked up to him, then down to his crotch, his bulge was large, but not hard, and I suddenly wanted it hard. I smiled and whispered, "You want me to help you feel better Kevin?"
He looked at me oddly, "How will I ever feel better Mrs. V. She was everything to me"