As I drove away from Virginia's house, my hands trembling and my manhood throbbing, I was over-whelmed by lust and fear.
I had just been extremely intimate with a good friend of mine's mother.
In her OWN home, while her husband slept, not ten feet away!
I liked her husband and was mildly attracted to her daughter, and her son was a good friend, but I absolutely adored her!
As my mind wrestled with all the emotions between shame and sheer admiration, I could hardly think of anything else. The short drive to my house was filled with what-might-have-beens. My young imagination played out every scenario, and each one of them ended in sexual bliss.
Needless to say, my lust-filled mind found satisfaction in knowing what I'd been able to give her.
A dead-end marriage with no intimacy, a hunger for affection unfulfilled, and a deep need to be wanted by anyone who thought she was worth wanting.
Well, I wanted her!
She knew at least THAT much, now!
We had been just about as intimate as two people can be, without having intercourse. She wanted more, and I think she knew I wanted more.
Hell, I had to have her!
I awoke the next morning in the same state I'd drifted off to sleep in, sheer sexual longing. Which, by the way, was pulsating through every hormone in my young body and finding rest in my throbbing, hard-as-titanium cock.
It was begging for some kind of attention.
I decided a shower would do us both some good.
I could wash away yesterday's residue from my body, and relieve last night's tension, all at the same time.
It has always amazed me how the male subconscious works.
