My Sons Friend 5

This is my first attempt at writing my own story. The last story was written by my husband Danny, about our early adventures, many years ago before we had a son.

Now, I am a 49-year-old petite housewife. I'm usually best known for my long dark hair that stretches to my butt, and I stand a mere 4 foot, 11 and one-half inches. Many guys compliment my long hair, my dark chestnut eyes, and my small frame. My 36C breasts are not as pert as they once were, and hang a little lower now, but my cookie-sized dark areolas make my breasts seem larger than they really are. It does make it difficult to wear tops that show a fair bit of breast without some brown easily peeking out.

We have one son, Louie, who is in his first year of college. My son takes after his dad and towers over me at 6 feet, 225 pounds. Thanks to my good genes allowing me to look much younger, coupled with my small frame, we tend to get some strange looks from people who see me with my husband and/or my son together in public.

On this night, the clock on the wall ticked rhythmically, casting a soft glow across the room. It was a sound that usually soothed us to sleep, but tonight it was background noise to my racing thoughts. My breathing grew heavier, the warmth of my body a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets. Suddenly, I bolted upright, the mattress protesting slightly under my movement.

"What's wrong?" My husband Danny mumbled, half-asleep. My eyes glinted in the dim light; a mischievous smile formed across my lips. "It's Tom," I murmured, in a low and seductive voice. "I can't stop thinking about him, I want to make sure he's okay."

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, still half asleep. Smiling, I grew bolder and slid out of bed. "I'm going to check on him" I replied, as I confidently stood in the moonlight streaming through the window, tracing the shape of my petite body. Danny lay silent.

Tom, an 18-year-old school friend of our son Louie, was our houseguest. They were on Thanksgiving break from school and had been staying with us for almost a week now. He was about the same height as my son, a bit thinner, but still very muscular. The quiet, shy type, that hadn't yet fully come into his own. I have been eyeing him ever since they arrived, I hoped no one noticed that my gaze may have lingered a beat too long whenever he walked by in a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. He was in the guest room at the end of the hall next to the bathroom, thank goodness he wasn't in Louie's room.

My heart was thumping in my chest as I dropped my nightie on the floor beside the bed where my husband Danny had gone back to sleep. In case anyone asked what I was doing, I could say that I needed to go to the bathroom. Thinking I should wear something for plausible deniability, I pulled on a short robe over me, leaving it open to expose my naked body wearing only my tiny sheer panties underneath. The fabric was so thin, it was as if I were wearing nothing at all, leaving nothing to the imagination. The untied robe ensured my breasts were easily visible. My big brown nipples were as hard as diamonds and protruding through the sheer fabric. They seemed to point me in the direction of the guest room. Smiling, I whispered to myself, "I'm going to make sure Tom is taken care of". I glanced back at Danny, who was beginning to snore. I felt an extra spark of excitement flutter through my body as I slipped out of the room.

Quietly slinking to the guest room where he was, I could feel my rock-hard nipples scrape the fabric of my robe as my swollen breasts swayed and jiggled. I began to feel apprehension and guilt from what was on my mind. Tom had no idea he was about to be the target of my sexual frustration of being a married mom, trying to negate my fear of ageing, harboring an insatiable lust and craving for sexual fulfillment by his young virile cock.

The silence was thick with anticipation as my bare feet padded down the hallway past my son Louie's room. The creak of the hardwood floor echoed through the house, each step a drumbeat of the impending encounter. My mind raced with images of what he might be doing right now, my imagination running wild at the thought of ravaging his inexperienced body.

I stopped at the door, half thinking to just go into the bathroom and forget this idea. I could just bring myself to an orgasm in the bathroom and hope that he could hear me through the thin wall. I looked again at my bedroom door, and then to Louie's door. They were both closed, and everything was silent. Here was my chance to fulfill my burning desire to be impaled by that massive man-meat that I been staring at all week.

I took a deep breath, and almost in a trance, turned the knob and quickly shot into the room before Danny or my son Louie saw me. The entire room was dimly lit by the glow of Tom's phone, casting an eerie blue light across the rumpled bed. His eyes widened as I made sure to close the door behind me, the sound of the door clicking into place echoing in the small space. He sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal his muscular chest, the outline of his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.

"Mm, mm, Mrs. Lopez," he stammered as he stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights. "Wha, what are you doing here?" I responded with a sultry laugh. "What does it look like?" I purred, my voice dripping with desire. "You're all alone here, and I can't help but feel like you might need some... company."

"But, but, what about Mr. Lopez", his voice trembling as he spoke. "Don't worry Tom, everyone's asleep but us", I whispered as I drifted toward him, maintaining direct eye contact, hips swaying with an allure that was almost predatory.

"Should you be here," he stuttered, but his body language betrayed his protest. Glancing down at his blossoming bulge in his boxers I smiled and said, "Oh... but I think you're happy that I am". Reaching out, I lay my hand on his muscular thigh, slowly caressing up toward his stretching boxers, I gently wrapped my fingers around his rapidly growing cock and squeezed, like I had just found the holy grail. Tom's shaky whisper, filled with a mix of confusion and excitement. "Mrs. Lopez, what are you doing?" His eyes, continually darting from my lust-filled glare to the door and back again, his breathing quickening. He was clearly torn between his shock and the undeniable arousal that was growing within him. I placed my other hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my fingertips.

"You're so tense," I cooed, my voice a velvet caress in the quiet room. "Let me help you relax." Tom's eyes widened further, his mouth opening to protest again, but the words stuck in his throat as my hand began to slide up and down over the bulge in his boxers. He swallowed hard, his body stiffening for a moment before he let out a shaky exhale as I gently massaged his cock through the fabric, watching as it grew beneath my hungry touch.

"You like this?" I murmured, my breath hitching as I smiled and leaned toward his pursed and tense lips. He was visibly nervous and aroused. Despite his attempted verbal protests, his body responded to my touch, which grew more bolder as I began to massage his cock through his boxers, leaving him struggling to resist.

Tom's eyes met mine, and for a split second, the tension in the room was palpable. "We should be quiet," I whispered, my warm breath ghosting over Tom's ear, the warning tinged with excitement. My hand resumed its gentle ministrations, stroking him with a newfound urgency. His eyes closed and his head fell back into the pillow, a soft groan escaping his lips.

Tom's body was a symphony of reactions: the tightness of his abs as they clenched, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his cock throbbed under my touch. My heart raced with the thrill of the illicit encounter; I could feel my own arousal pooling between my legs. Daringly sliding my hand into his boxers, my fingers finally making contact with his velvety flesh. He was hard and hot, his cock pulsing in my grip. Only a satisfied smile crossed my face as I silently screamed victory in my own mind, my thoughts proclaiming, "I have him now! HE'S ALL MINE!"

Almost in one motion, I reached for my sheer panties as I slid them down, standing up to let them, along with my robe, drop to the floor, the fabric falling away to reveal my nakedness. My swollen breasts hanging low and full, the nipples pointing straight ahead, begging for his attention. I leaned over Tom, my pendulous breasts brushing against his chest as I took his mouth in a fiery kiss. His hands found their way to my hips, gripping me tightly as I continued to pump his cock in a slow, rhythmic motion. Kissing him in a schoolgirl frenzy we embraced the danger, continuing our encounter in silence. He reached up, cupped my breasts, and began to pinch my nipples sending shock waves through my entire body. His cock seemed to grow even larger in my hand as we both succumbed to the thrill of our illicit affair.

Breaking the kiss, my lips trailed down his body, my tongue tracing the lines of his muscles. pausing at his nipples, teasing them with my teeth before moving further south. The anticipation grew with each kiss, each lick, until I reached his waistband. With a swift motion, I yanked his boxers down, his cock springing free. It was a beautiful sight, young and eager, and I couldn't help but moan at the thought of what was to come. Tom's eyes shot open, my warm breath against his skin, he watched in awe as I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. His hips bucked involuntarily, empowered by the inability of control he had over his own body, I increased my pace. My hands gripped his thighs, holding him in place as I pleasured him, my eyes locked onto his, watching his every reaction.

The taste of him was intoxicating, feeling a rush of power knowing that I had him under my spell. Taking him to the back of my throat, cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder, savoring the salty pre-cum that beaded on the tip. Tom's grip on the bed sheets tightened, his knuckles white as he fought to keep from crying out. A sly grin formed around my lips as they stretched to encase Tom's fleshy hard cock, he seemed to be confused at what to do. My thoughts were that this young man had never imagined what it must have been like to have a woman suck on his cock, not to mention the cock hungry middle-aged mom of his school friend, while his friend and his dad lay precariously asleep in nearby rooms. The poor boy had no idea how much I reveled in my seduction of an innocent young college boy for my personal pleasure, demonstrating my expertise and control over him, driven completely by my intense sexual desire.

In the back of my mind, a small voice whispered of the potential consequences, but it was quickly drowned out by the symphony of pleasure that was capturing us both and holding us in its strong embrace. The fear of discovery danced with the exhilaration of the moment, creating a potent cocktail of emotions that only heightened our arousal. My tongue flicked across his balls, tracing the sensitive skin that connected to his shaft, as he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Oh, the sense of empowerment I felt as my head frantically bobbed up and down on Tom's erect cock, driving it deeper and deeper into my throat. I wanted to make sure his initial experience into manhood was one that he would never forget.

Tom seemed lost in ecstasy, obviously never having experienced anything like this, the warm embrace of a woman's mouth on his most intimate part. His eyes rolled back as my throat muscles constricted around his shaft, hacking and gurgling with the effort of taking him deep. Each bob of my head brought him closer to the brink, and he couldn't help the quiet whimpers that escaped his lips.

Tom's eyes darted to the door, his heart pounding in his chest with every passing second. Afraid of being caught like this. Yet, his concern seemed to become a distant echo compared to the overwhelming sensations of my seduction, making him feel like he was floating, every nerve ending alight with the expert touch of his friend's hot and horny mom, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

As my tongue trailed up from his balls, teasing the base of his cock before swirling around the sensitive head. The wetness and heat of my mouth, intended to send waves of intense pleasure crashing through his body, his toes curled, he tried to keep his breathing even, not wanting to alert anyone to our secret rendezvous. The sound of his pleasure drove me wilder. I moaned hungrily around his cock, my own desire growing with each passing second. Overcoming his fear of discovery, Tom succumbed to the disarming pleasure that I orchestrated. All while maintaining our silent, secret tryst, my hand unknowingly slid down between my legs, fingers seeking out the slickness of my pussy. I was so wet, soaking wet, and the thought of having him inside me made me shiver with anticipation.

The intensity of my voracious fellatio brought Tom to the brink of climax. Without warning, I released his cock with a pop, causing Tom to gasp. He watched as I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my thighs clamping the sides of his waist. The misty moonlight from the window painted my body in an ethereal glow, highlighting every curve and shadow. Aggressively positioning myself above him, the tip of his throbbing cock brushing against my swollen clit. My own desire grew, my tingling pussy preparing to take him. As I mounted him, my wetness clear, whispering my need for penetration, my eyes never leaving his, ensuring our connection remained, selfishly preparing to take his virginity.

"I need this," I murmured, eyes locked onto his. "I need you inside me, Tom." The words hung in the air, thick with desire and urgency. Tom's cock, still glistening from my mouth, stood tall and ready. He reached for my hips, his hands shaking with a mix of nerves and excitement. I leaned forward, breasts smothering his chest, I took his length in my hand and guided it to my fervent entrance, the slickness of my arousal making it easy to slide in.

"Fuck me," I breathed into his ear, my voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me hard and deep Tom." My words seemed to send a jolt of lust through his body. I'm sure he'd never heard a woman speak like that, especially not someone he'd thought of as a surrogate mother figure. With a grunt, he thrust upwards, I gasped as he entered me so forcefully. He was thick and long, and it took a moment to adjust to his size. But once it began to penetrate me, I began to move, rocking my hips back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper. Each thrust sent a shockwave through my body, making my hips convulse as I moaned in rapturous pleasure.

"Fuck me!" I growled, the raspy words barely audible above the sound of our bodies slapping together. "YES! Just like that." Driven by urgency, Tom drove his cock into me. Despite his initial nerves, Tom complied eagerly, fucking me deeply and vigorously. Holding myself up on my arms, Tom took over sliding that long thick piston up and in my married mommy pussy. I could swear I felt his cock inside my stomach. The sound and feeling of his young drooping balls slapping my bare ass after each hammering of his innocent cock. I could only moan and try to catch my breath as my spread legs were merely a target for this young man's initial induction into raw carnal sex.

As I whispered explicit commands in his ear, "fuck me, fuck me with that luscious hard cock Tom, fuck me deeper, deeper," my passionate whimpers growing louder, as our rhythm intensified. My body dropped onto his, crushing my swinging breasts into his chest, I could hear him breathing harder and almost hyperventilating.

Suddenly, it was as though the room was spinning. When I realized where I was, I was laying on my back on the guest bed. Without notice, Tom had picked me up and slammed me on my back, my legs still spread, as my eyes tried to focus, he growled as he positioned himself above me like he owned me. His eyes filled with a primal hunger, that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if I were now the prey, and he was the predator.

Tom's eyes widened with newfound confidence, he looked down at me, his cock poised at my gaping entrance. Wet and ready, my pussy practically begging for him. Before I could say anything, he drove his cock as deep into me as he possibly could. He pushed inside, feeling the tight warmth of my walls grip him, my distended wet labia surrendering to his young hungry weapon

I gasped for air as Tom's powerful body claimed mine, his youthful stamina overwhelming my own. I offered no resistance to the raw passion of our encounter. The way he held my hips, the way he grunted with each thrust, it was as if he was trying to fuck the very life out of me. And, God help me, I wanted him to.

My own hands scrambled to find something to grip, my nails digging into the bed sheets as he pummeled me mercilessly. His cock was so thick, so full, filling me in ways that both hurt and thrilled me simultaneously. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of lust that was both obscene and beautiful. Tom leaned down; his breath hot against my neck as he grit his teeth, grunting. I could hear him say between grunts.... "I want you... Mrs... Lopez... You're... So... Hot." He was slamming me so hard, the pain only added to the intoxicating mix of sensations. I could only nod my head, unable to speak, my eyes rolling back in my head as he quickened his pace. The bedframe groaned under us, a testament to the intensity of his primal dominance over my body as he ravaged me greedily.

I felt my body tighten around him, my walls clenching as I approached the edge of ecstasy. "That's it," I encouraged, my voice a low guttural rumble. "Give it all to me, take my body Tom, take my pussy... Show me how much you want it."

I could feel my words send a shiver down Tom's spine. I know he'd never felt so wanted, so powerful. He began to thrust, his eyes locked onto mine, pupils dilated with lust. I gasped each time he entered me, my defiled inner walls clenching around his shaft as if trying to pull him deeper. I was begging for his every inch, my body craving this connection I had fantasized about all week long.

Tom's rhythm didn't falter, his strokes becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. I watched him, his muscles straining, his eyes glazed over with lust. The sight of him, so lost in the throes of passion, made me want to come right then. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He responded with a feral snarl, his hips bucking against me as he drove himself into my welcoming depths. Bodies moving in sync, a dance of passion and desire that I hadn't experienced in a long time. My breasts bounced and flung about with each thrust, the sound of our skin slapping together a rhythmic symphony in the quiet room. The scent of sex filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that only served to drive us both wilder.

Our intimacy reached a peak as he intensified his rhythm, our gazes locked in a silent declaration of ownership. His assertion of dominance grew stronger with each powerful thrust, matching my own need for submission. Our shared acknowledgment of the taboo nature of this encounter fueled our desire, I began to embrace my role as a "whore" for Tom, and Tom claiming me as his own, pushing us both to the edge of ecstasy. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into me, the sound of our flesh colliding filling the room. "Fuck me." I begged again, my voice raw with need. He obeyed, hips moving like pistons, driving into me with an urgency that bordered on desperation. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him on. "Yes, baby," I moaned, voice thick with lust. "That's it, baby... Take me.... Claim me."