Her Son's Friend

A new family had moved into our area this year and their son Danny Watkins and mine Alan had befriended each other, I didn't particularly like him, I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was this feeling about him I didn't like. He seemed to be one of those bad boys to me, but he had never done anything to make the really unreasonable assumption I had of him.

He is a confident young man, the same age to within 3 days of my son. He has this way of looking at you or anyone else like he was just superior to whatever you thought, if you stammered over anything or dropped an item. He irritated me no end, but I couldn't really understand why. He wasn't rude or offensive in any way he just got under my skin. I therefore tried to discourage Alan from him, not in an obvious way but I would suggest alternatives if he said he was going here there or anywhere with him.

Danny and my son are both good looking boys and I know from Alan that they worked together when it came to the girls. But I wasn't very happy when Alan let slip that he chased older women too, including one of their married teachers at school, but he wouldn't tell me which one, I guessed by myself that it would have to be Mrs Murchison, she was just about the loveliest teacher around and about 35 years of age.

The main differences between the two boys was football, Alan supported our local team to the hilt and he and his father often went to away matches and sometimes made a weekend of it if it was a long way. This left me on my own as my eldest daughter was in college with Alan waiting to go, along with Danny at the end of the year.

Danny reminded me of someone and I couldn't for the life of me say who it was, it was an oft jogged reminder that I had no way of retrieving in my mind. He is about 6ft 1" a tad taller than Allan, both boys are well built, extremely good looking, and they play every sport they can and are quite good at a couple of them, "this gets us the girls too mom," he would tell me laughingly. Oh how I loved watching him grow up, but also saddened by losing my baby boy.

Danny is one of those people who have an easy charm, is confident, laid back, goes with the flow, is intelligent, gets good grades, doesn't fluster in front of his elders and carries a conversation on most points as if he has majored in it. And he mirrors my son who is very similar in his own way, that's why me and his father are so proud of him, and our daughter Carrie too.

Me? I am Allison, or Ally as people call me, I am nearly 40, still have my figure, I have made sure of that, I have been blessed with good looks, my husband is still guarded when I am introduced to other men, or his work colleagues. And isn't impressed if I say something like, "he is a nice man, or he is good looking isn't he?"

I am around 5ft 3" shoulder length auburn hair, my face is my attraction to other men; I know I am beautiful in that regard, my figure is just that, my figure. I am about 11lbs more than when I was twenty or so, but as it is all over my body it has given me a soft rounded shape that I am quite happy with, I dress well, or try to, I always have. My marriage vows are still intact, or they were but I'll get to that in a little while.

My biggest problem if you can call it that, or them, is my nipples, even now they are still super sensitive as is my neck, when my husband fancies making love and I don't, I give in within minutes or seconds if he gets to them, which he does with regular ease. I do love my sex, he changes my mind so quickly and I go full tilt into it. We have a good sex life and I feel I have been lucky to have had such an attentive man to love, even though our sex life has tailed off a bit as we have grown older, so now its beginning to be me who initiates lovemaking.

The upcoming weekend was the one that my husband and son had been waiting for, our team, I say our, but I am a reluctant supporter too, I have been coerced into going to the odd home match, they have tried to get me to go away with them but I have steadfastly refused. But this particular weekend was the one I should have gone on and I wouldn't have done what I did, but that's not to say what happened wouldn't have on a future weekend.

'Our team' were away at their greatest rivals, they often contested various matches with results about even in wins and losses etc. When they played at their ground David and my son would make a weekend of it because his favourite aunty lived there and he liked to make a good visit to her. She was his mother's oldest sister and he loved her dearly.

So Friday came and they set off around 3pm in the afternoon, it was about a three hour drive there so they would arrive about 7pm, call me to let me know they had arrived and I knew they would be sitting down to a sumptuous meal, one I had been to many times, Aunt Laura was a fantastic cook.

As I was busy with things and looking forward to some 'quality' time on own over the weekend curling up with a good book and a glass of my favourite chardonnay. I went around the house and locked up tight, I wasn't going anywhere, and I did love the feeling of being locked down for the night safe and sound. A knock came at my front door when I opened it there was Danny asking for Alan. I knew he must have known he was going away with his dad, but he said that Alan had told him he wasn't setting off until around 4.30.

"Well I'm sorry Danny but they've gone already," and started to close the door.

"Oh I'm so sorry Mrs Taylor, I didn't know or I wouldn't have bothered you, but he has a CD in his room we are using for English lessons and I wanted it for the weekend, could I have it please?"

Relenting now I invited him in and closed the door behind him, he went to our kitchen down the hall while I went upstairs to retrieve the said CD.

I found it and went downstairs to give it to him. Our kitchen is a fairly large one with a oak oblong table in the centre with 2 chairs either side, I explain this because it gives you a picture of events that were to occur in a few minutes.

I was dressed in a skirt which was a loose one that swished around me as I walked, a wrap around top with long sleeves that could be tied in a bow at the centre or tucked in on either hip, this is how I had it that day, both items were light brown in colour, I had my comfortable house shoes on. I wasn't wearing a bra, I like the feel of the soft closeness of the flannelette on my skin and how it would tickle my nipples. But nothing of that sort was on my mind at all. My nipples were on view but obviously covered and they are rather prominent, but as I said, I didn't have anything on my mind, and in fact I realise now that I had forgotten about them.

But Danny could see them, what he didn't know at the time was how sensitive there were to me, but he was to find out in a very short space of time. I handed the CD to him and asked if it was the right one, he replied, "yes it is thank you." And with that he turned to go, we sort of swapped places in my kitchen he had been stood with his back to my table and I was a couple of feet away in front of him. He stepped around me, and I took his place, I now had my back to the table, he then reached out and put the CD on the table, I can actually see him doing what he did in my mind, like an out of body experience, as if I was looking down on the event as it happened.

I watched his hand slide past me, put it down then watched him pull back, and that's when he took me by complete surprise by taking both my nipples in the fingers of both hands then squeezed rolled and pinched them. I nearly fell down, my knees buckled, and a lightening charge blew through me, it was as if I had been hit by a 10000 volt electric bolt. I gasped out loud and a sort of guttural moan escaped my lips. I managed to get my hands on his and yanked them from my now burning nipples; he just allowed me to and put his hands on my waist, he just lifted me up and sat me squarely on the table with the edge behind my knees.

Then he raised a knee put it on then raised the other, this forced me backwards, and in seconds I was laid on my back on the table, Danny caught my arms at the elbow, pressed them to my sides and pushed his own knees in and I was trapped. I couldn't quite get my breath yet, I was trying to yell at him, "Danny what the hell do you think you are doing," when he got my nipples again.

He ravaged them; my head left the table, my body arched below him it was fabulous but I fought him as best as I could without being able to do anything about it. He twiddled and tweaked them driving me almost insane with the thrusting arousal he was building in me. He hadn't known about how sensitive they were but he knew now didn't he?

I saw them grow between the pads of thumbs and fingers, they hardened like they always do when they are treated like this, they were soon at their hardest and tenderest and were thimble in size. I sensed my eyes closing in surrender, I tried to keep them open but it was impossible against the feelings racing through me. I heard a voice say pleadingly, "Danny please," it was me begging for mercy, a devout request for release when I knew one would not be forth coming.

That's when he leaned forward and kissed, licked and nibbled my neck before kissing my lips, I just moaned in response. My total surrender happened the moment his lips touched my neck like they did. When his lips connected with mine I responded in kind, I kissed him back, and all the while he was driving me nuts through my nipples, an orgasm set off through me with a rumble that would not be contained, my feet were swinging about. He kissed me long and hard, tongues met and fought.

I felt, rather than saw him raise up from me, then he tugged my wrap out from skirt at both sides while still keeping me trapped under him. I had no strength or will to fight him now anyway. And then my nipples were on view, I heard him say, "oh my just look at those beauty's," he collected them again and another orgasm set of with a bang in me, I felt my head hit the table as it fell back from the initial burst of it.

He was continually kissing me and I was searching for it when ever he lifted from me, I didn't want him to stop now, my fidelity to my husband was about to be taken from him by my son's friend. It was around that time that I realised what it was about him that I didn't seem to like. But it wasn't that I didn't like him, it was a fear of him. The person he reminded me of was the boy that took my virginity when I was 18years old!

That boy had been Derek Redmond, and he was danger all the way, the bad boy who had his way with me all those years ago. Whenever I was around him I would be a nervous wreck, and he knew he turned me on. He took my young virginity in the school gym one day after classes had finished. He had taken me out a few times and I loved being around him, I had a regular boyfriend, but Derek was so bad to be with I couldn't resist him.

I was into gymnastics in those days and I had been given permission to train for and hour after we got out of the classroom. I had gone into the gym store room to get a couple of rubber mats to train on and he had followed me in. He seduced me in seconds, it was around that time that my nipples were becoming a bane to me, but when he got hold of them I sank down on to the pile of mats, followed by him, my top and shorts came of and I was fucked for the very first time. To be honest I didn't think much of it, but by the time I was getting my 3rd or 4th fuck I was loving it and what it did to me.

And it was Danny now who I had been unknowingly fearing all this time, it wasn't dislike it was a fear, he was danger, the bad boy and now I knew it, and I was or had surrendered to him the same way I had done to Derek Redmond those long years ago, I had often thought of him over the years and always wondered that if I met him again, would he have the same affect on me.

But Derek Redmond hadn't found me, my son's friend had, and now I was wanting him to make love to me and fuck me, and do whatever he wanted, I didn't care now, I was long past the refusing and saying no mood.

Danny started sliding away from me and off the table, as he got to his feet I attempted to sit up, he put his hand on my shoulder and told me to stay where I was, I did! I was too weak anyway to refuse him. He disappeared from my view and then I felt my skirt being raised up and bunched around me. He is getting ready to make love to me I thought vaguely, but I was wanting it badly now.

That's when I felt his tongue enter me, I yelped in surprise, but he clamped his mouth to me and his tongue ran right up and into me, probing and licking, it sent me into orbit, my thighs crushed around his head and my hands went into his hair to hold him. An orgasm crashed through me again, he seemed to be sucking me right up into his mouth as he pulverised my pussy. My husband loves plating me, and I love it too, but Danny had the edge here, it was utterly mind boggling, orgasm after orgasm hit me.

I suffered the onslaught more than happily, he kept at me forever, kisses, licks, sucking, probing, lashings, I took it all and wished I could live the rest of my life right here like this on my kitchen table.

He appeared in view in my glazed and unfocussed eyes, I suddenly for some reason wondered where my panties were, I hadn't felt them leaving me, and I'm sure he hadn't done all that with them pushed to one side, what I didn't know was he had snapped them at the sides.

I lifted my head a little, and saw him undoing his belt, unhook his trousers and I heard the zip going down. I watched him bend a little as he pushed them down and kick them off. I was going to get it now; his cock which I hadn't seen yet was soon to be on its way. As he stood back up I saw it, and oh it was a beauty, long, thick, veiny and oh so erect and hard, a big bulbous mushroom head at the bright red tipped top.

He leaned over me and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back, he broke it and bit and sucked both of my nipples causing me to cry out in arousal. Then I felt the first nudge, he was finding his way into me, I raised my legs to get them over his back to give him complete access. Then he was in me, finding his way to the top of my super heated pussy, I was being unfaithful to my husband for the very first time and I didn't care, all I wanted was Danny's cock in me where it would do me the most good.

And then it was he began to shove in and out, soon he was going at me like only a young man can, he held me by the hips and drove himself in and out of me like a steam hammer. I was crying out in utter glorious agony it was fabulous, he was turning me into a train wreck. Never in my life can I remember getting fucked or made love to like this, it was absolutely heavenly. He was staring into my eyes, I couldn't take mine from his except for the occasional over powered thrust which forced me to close them while the oak log that was his prick slid away from the end of my pussy.

I can't say how many orgasms I had there on my table that afternoon, they were too innumerable to keep check on, not that I even tried anyway. His grip on my hips slackened and he put his hands down flat, he powered into me a few more times then he was cumming in me, his loins joined mine in one last mighty thrust and I felt his white hot seed blowing into me. It spread around my pussy mixing with my own hot juices, as it made its way around and out again to feel it sliding down my reared ass.

As we regained our composure, he was looking at me intently, sensibility returned somewhat, along with a feeling of guilt, but that was far outweighed with the feeling of utter satisfaction on my part. I doubt if Danny would feel guilty, he had just fucked me senseless hadn't he? My feet were still over his back when he said, "Mrs Taylor that was fantastic, brilliant, I have never had it as good as that, you are without doubt the most glorious fuck there is to be found anywhere."

I was shocked by his use of the 'F' word, but it excited me too somehow, and I felt huge pride in being told that I was the best. I blushed but I doubt that it would be seen as I'm sure my face was bright red anyway after being near fucked to death like I had just been.

He pushed his hands under me and I was up in the air facing him nose to nose, he kissed me again lovingly and very passionately. I wasn't sure of what would happen now, whether he would just leave now he had had his way or what? The kiss decided that, I kissed him back just as lovingly and just as passionately, I suddenly didn't want him to leave, I was frightened now that he would so I kissed him like I have never kissed a man, including my husband. I tightened myself around him, locked my feet and gripped his neck as I kissed and kissed him.

Then he turned with me in his arms and still sat on his cock, which I found in amazement it still seemed to be hard he walked from the kitchen down the hall and started going upstairs, my mouth was till locked to his, his prick was moving about in me and raising my lust levels in the process.

When we got to the top I pointed to the guest bedroom, but kept my lips glued to his, he ignored me and in we went to my bedroom the one my husband and I share. He knows which one is mine he's been in Alan's often enough. I tried to indicate no, but I was slowly lowered down onto my bed with him still in me. I hadn't only been unfaithful to my husband for the first time; I was now going to make love and fuck with my son's friend in our bed.

I didn't try to resist once I was down on my back once more, and feet high in the air as he began to fuck me again. This time I gave back as good as I got, or I tried to but it was a losing battle he had the upper hand as it were the whole time we did it. And I let him have me; I gave him all I had and all I was. We kissed, loved and fucked, it was plain gutter fucking, him on top continually rutting me, he never gave up and my orgasms never seemed to abate, I must have lost pints of body fluid in the form of my juices and orgasmic loves thick cum.

I don't think I had ever been aroused as I was today, it was like it was brand new, I wondered if my body had been waiting for this, because it had been waiting to be reawakened again. He fell away from me after cumming in what felt like gallons of cum pumped into my willing cunt. Both of us were breathless the pounding I had received reduced me to a jabbering physical wreck; it was marvellous, wonderful and blissful.

I looked across at him lying there on his back, his shirt soaked in sweat, as I was too, I took off my top and skirt, undid the buttons on him and worked him out of it, I took his shoes and socks off, my shoes had left me earlier somewhere. We were now totally naked.

I said to him quietly, "Danny, you are a bad bad boy seducing and making love to me like that, you know you shouldn't have don't you?"

"Yes Mrs T but you looked so sexy down there, and lonely too, and your nipples called to me, I couldn't refuse, and I'm so glad they did because it has led me to here, to you, you have only yourself to blame." He smiled at me. He leaned over and sucked one into his mouth ending any blame game.

"They called to you, what do you mean Danny," I moaned in further arousal.

"They looked at me and asked me to play with them, so I did without thinking of any possible consequences." He grinned with a nipple in his teeth and me up in the air again.

Derek Redmond jumped into my mind; I knew now that if we ever did meet up in the future somehow, he would get me again and I would give in too, I knew it. "You are the baddest boy I have ever met," I said truthfully but lied as well because my thoughts were on Derek too.

"I like being bad with you Mrs T, and I'm going to be real bad all weekend." This churned my thoughts, I was on my own for the next three days, and the thought of being here fucking and making love with my son's friend both alarmed and excited me in equal measures.