I laid naked on my bed and resting in the afternoon sunlight. The sun was starting to set and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while entire body felt warm and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful. And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn't help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm butt. Christ, I felt so insanely fuckable.
Speaking of which... as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I'd experienced before as knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k's. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn't tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.
In the moment following my introspective question of 'did the last 24 hours really happen?' I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman's countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest day's worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. 'So this is what happens when Jake meets Adriana' I thought to myself smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeeze it tight wishing it was Jake, my new man, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escape out of me. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I've ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my 22 year old boyfriend's attraction to me. To my 42 year old body.
'Fuck' I thought. 'Oh fuck'.
The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn't have the time to actually think. 'He's half your age' I reminded myself. 'You just met him. He's half your age! And you're having his baby!! Right now!!!' I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be a guy 20 years my junior. It could have just been a fling -- that would have been fun, right? That boy though... sorry, man!... one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I'd want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I'd fallen for a younger guy. I loved my husband at one point too though. I never wanted kids until my two little accidents (whom I love and adore with all my heart, I might add) came into my life back when I was religiously taking birth control. Then Jake comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.
Maybe it's instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the mature lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully have a late in life litter with a cub who grew up with own cubs?
Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time... and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn't think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman whose first pregnancy came before he learned to talk.
And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps I knew his mother from around town. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says "I swallowed your son's cum on the drive over here." And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tries and fails to get the image of us breeding out of her mind's eye all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, youngest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive older body.
Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest 'oh shit!' moment in life to date. 'That's so fucked up, Adri, oh my fucking God!' I screamed in my head as I jumped to my feet to franticly dress myself for yet another trip to the drug store. Having spent the last 6 hours or so in bed, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jake did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping 22 year old seed. "Fuck." I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturate and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jake.
The text read: "You're incredible" along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.
I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in the bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself on the floor vibrator in hand trying to kid myself into thinking it was big enough to match Jake.
Mid-orgasm I heard the condo door open and the sounds of my mother and daughters entering the home. 'Shit. Shit!' I thought as I spastically try to clean up. Vibe under the bed. Towel on the floor over the fresh puddle of mom's cum. No underwear, just jeans. Tank top on and... the bedroom door gets a knock.
"Mom?" My older daughter, Lucy, said loudly. "Can I come in?"
"One second!" I scrambled to double check my clean up when opened anyway.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nothing. I was just going to the store." I said a little distressed. "Do you need anything?"
"Why are you being weird?" she asked bluntly.
"I just forgot something. Do you need anything from CVS?"
"No..." she said looking at me with suspicion. "You're going like that?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Mom!" she said in an 'are you serious?' tone of voice. "You're not wearing a bra and I can see your nipples."
"Oh. Right..." I replied, realizing my 'come hither' extra lacey and panties were still on the floor on opposite sides of the room.
"Whatever." She said with an eye roll before walking away with the door wide open.
Lucy was almost 20 and in her sophomore year in college. She loved to give me a hard time ever since her dad told her we were separating. We didn't get along especially well which made me wonder why she chose to go to school downtown instead of 500 miles away in a cornfield. Despite it all, it was nice having both of my children under the same roof. Danielle, my younger daughter, would be going off to college next year half way across the country so I wanted to enjoy their company while I still could.
It hit me again, like it had several times before, but this time was the hardest of them all. What would MY family think? Lucy, Danielle and my mother... all meeting Jake. Telling them that this stud sitting next me is my new boyfriend. Lately you've seen me dressing up all super sexy and coming home late into the morning? This is who I've been seeing.
Lucy hating him for being 2 years older than her or, worse yet, them hitting it off. My mother seeing the outline of his massive package through his jean and the thoughts that follow. Danielle asking if I'm pregnant and me having to say yes.
'Come on, Adri, get it together.' I grabbed some shoes, some kitten heels being the first pair I saw, put a light jacket on to cover my high beams and snuck out the front door before my mother was able to rob me of the next 3 hours. I moved swiftly down the stairs in my ill-advised heels more gracefully than you'd expect. Three flight down to the lobby, out the door and...
"Adri!"
'God dammit!' I thought.
"Hey, Adri!"
"Hey, Nikki."
Nikki was my neighbor and best friend. She also happened to be my older sister. She never had kids and divorced her husband about 5 years ago. After I announced my divorce, our friendship has boomed. We go out together every weekend, yoga and spin class during the week and now we even cut hair at the same salon. Since her divorce (and a bit before) she hasn't been at all shy about playing the dating field. It's also worth noting that Lucy blames her for encouraging me to leave Peter.
"How's it goin'?" she asked in her usual overly chipper way.
"It's fine," I lied "I'm kind of in a hurry..."
"Where are you off to?"
"The store."
"I'll come with you. I haven't seen you in days!" she exclaimed.
"No, that's fine. It's pretty far."
"Really? What store are you going to?"
"CVS..." I mumbled.
