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.
Sharon was smiling and laughing with mum, even as I eyed off the tight denim encasing the one thing I was obsessing over. I slowly raised my hungry eyes over her shirt, pausing for a moment at the tantalizing curve of her breast against the thin cloth of her shirt. I imagined nuzzling those perfect nipples and burying my teeth in her sculpted shoulder as I fucked my cock into her, and the rock hardness in my boxers was suddenly painful.
I raised my eyes further and travelled up her jaw line, to her mouth. Sharon had really hot lips, and the hormones raging through me like a flood drove me to pain, just thinking of shoving my cock into her mouth. I knew my breath was starting to pant, even as I looked up a bit further, and realized Sharon was watching me fantasize about her right in front of her. I blinked and stood up, which pressed my cock against the zipper of my jeans, and my crotch bulged.
I excused myself to go for a shower, and mum called out that she was heading off, and to not be long and let Sharon get lonely. I grunted some kind of acknowledgement even as I undressed in record time. I was in the shower in a second, and searched frantically for some soap. All I could see was some apple scented shampoo, and that was good enough.
I lathered my hand up and began to furiously fuck my hand, needing release immediately. I was wild with lust when the steam filling the bathroom suddenly eddied, and my mind, albeit slowly, caught up with what my logic was trying to tell me. The steam eddied because someone had opened the door, which meant...
I turned around, my hand still gripping my cock, and Sharon was staring at me in unabashed lust. I was panting as she opened the door, and I didn't speak. She looked up at me and reached forwards slowly. I grabbed hold of her and crushed her to me, kissing her roughly. She moaned softly, even as she lost her clothes.
Sharon's lips opened further as our tongues met in pure lust. I don't think either one of us really gave to fucking hoots about love or passion. It was pure, fantastic lust. Her chest was pushing forwards towards me, and I squeezed her nipples to full hardness, and watched her eyes glaze over.
