I'm one of those guys that loves older women. There's something about the way that an older woman knows how to handle herself that's just an overwhelming turn on. Anyway, my mother's got this friend, Sharon. Every time she comes over for a coffee and a chat, I have to go and sit down, because if she'd notice the bulge, it might turn a little embarrassing.
I know it might seem freaky, but the more she came around, the more I wanted her, like she was a drug or something. I remember one night, I was nearly out of my mind with this gut-wrenching lust for her. I wanted to take her right there and then, and a glint in her eyes drove me to take a VERY cold shower, just to try and calm down.
Naturally, being a young man, I used to jerk my cock like a madman every time she came to our place, and I really let my imagination run wild. She was married to a preacher, and I knew she wasn't getting enough, because she openly talk about it with mum. My cock would twitch like a divining rod every time she entered the room, and I really started to freak out about it.
I'd always pushed any woman away who was married, or with somebody, on principle alone, you know? Do unto others as you would, yadda yadda yadda, right? Try as I might, I just couldn't get her out of my mind, and she started to come around more frequently when her husband was away on camps with his youth group.
Now I figured God would understand if the preacher shagged his wife at every given opportunity, considering that it was God's design, and all that. I mean, Sharon was one fine woman, with curly sand coloured hair and dark eyes. I was a sucker from the get go.
About three weeks after her husband got back from his youth group, Sharon came around alone, all in a huff. Apparently her preacher man had decided that he wanted to go out more, and next week he'd leave for another month on a central Australia tour. I'd just finished cooking tea to be ready for when mum got home, and she was just about to leave. Sharon said her goodbyes once she realized, but mum shrugged and looked at her watch.
"Well what time do you have to be home?" Sharon turned and looked at the clock.
"I don't, really. The girls have netball until six, then they're staying at a friends place, so I've got the house to myself. That's why I came over here, to bother you lot." Mum held her hands up.
"God, no, it's alright, I've just got my folk-art class. I'll be back in three hours or so, why don't you stay here, Daniel will be good company, won't you mate?" I looked up from my spot on the couch where I was writing in my little notebook and swallowed hard as I smiled at Sharon, who was dressed in tight jeans and a loose top that somehow managed to accentuate the curves of her breasts without seeming painted on.
My cock gave a twitch, and I cleared my throat to hide it. "Sure, of course." Sharon looked at me and smiled winsomely.
"Are you sure it's okay?" I crossed my legs as my cock hardened, and nodded wordlessly. Mum glanced at me curiously, but turned back to Sharon and smiled.
"Good, it's settled then, when I get back, we'll have a few drinks, have a giggle, and Daniel can sleep on the couch if we get too pissed. How's that?" My mind raced with images of her sleeping in my bed, and of us in bed together, and groaned softly as my hips gave a small jerk. My cock was straining against the silk of my boxers, and I almost wanted to rip them off and jerk myself silly right then and there.
