I came to Chicago for a summer visit after moving to New York since graduating college. For the next month, I shared the house with Denise, my Mom's best friend.
Denise was 38 years of age, quite attractive, with long, wavy brunette locks, a little bit of middle-age spread here and there but with a nice, squeezable round ass accented just enough with sensual wide hips.
But her nicest feature was her 38-C tits, not quite as firm as they once were, but still worth a second look, or a third.
I'm sure my fascination with her full body means my fore-bearers must have been incorrigible rogues in Renaissance Italy.
In any case, Denise was staying with my us while she looked for a new place of her own. She tried to hang on to the home she shared with her husband but after the divorce it ultimately proved to be too much for one person.
It was quickly sold in a hot market before she was able to acquire other property and so she became our temporary guest.
There was nothing awkward about all of us living together for the month; at least not until my folks were called out of town suddenly for a funeral for one of my Dad's retired friends in California. They would be gone for one week.
Several days later, Denise was home early celebrating the unexpected closing of her house sale.
Entering the house through the front door, she set her purse down on the foyer table, kicked off her shoes and called out to me excitedly. I was in my upstairs bedroom, barely hearing her in my semi-conscious dreamy state one enjoys just before dropping off to sleep.
She described to me later how she made her way to the kitchen and called for me again and again with still no response. She stood quietly for a moment and listened.
She could hear nothing but remembered that the front door was unlocked. Where was I?
She headed up the stairs toward my bedroom to tell me she was home. When she got there, she found my door standing slightly ajar. "Carl," she inquired softly one more time, pushing the door open slowly.
When there was still no answer, she got concerned and entered my room. The lights were off and the window shades drawn, leaving the room in an eerie glow, not quite light, but not quite dark.
Over the bed covers lay me in all my glory, spread out on my back, naked, collapsed from the tiring trip from my east coast college and of getting settled back into my old room.
I awoke from my daze to hear Denise gasping quietly. She took a step backwards, bumping into the wall. She looked at the sight before her.
She stood like a statue, rooted to the floor, knowing she should leave, yet unable to take her eyes off the sight before her, unable to look away from the naked young man she had known since childhood.
The whole scene very much excited me even as I was not totally recovered from my dreamy semi-conscious state.
But I was recovered enough to realize that even if Denise could not see my hard dick in the dim light room I could certainly sense it. I slowly began stroking my cock; justifying to myself that Denise would think I was still half asleep.
She watched as I began stroking my dick slowly with my eyes only slightly, undetectably open. I was enjoying very much the affect it was having on her.
She stood there, frozen, shocked, unable to move as she struggled in vain to calm her own urges.
Her breathing got deeper and deeper and had the effect of lifting her full breasts up even more; especially as she pressed herself against the bedroom wall with both hands behind her back holding on for balance.
We continued staring at each other in silence, she still not certain I could see her.
But after several minutes of stroking myself, she could now see that my eyes were awakened from their slumber and were roaming over her entire body. I could see it excited her.
She raised her chin, averted her eyes away from me, spread her legs and made slight movements lifting further the fullness of her breasts and even provocatively began slowly moving her hips as if beginning a dance of lust.
She started to touch herself through her dress with one hand delicately gliding across her wet spot and the other squeezing her nipples. Through her thin black dress and silk white, sheer blouse I could see she was getting aroused and it certainly was having the same affect on me.
Her body was swiveling in tandem with each stroke I delivered to my dick. The sexual energy in the room was reaching the boiling point.
And then it was too late. With a sudden surge of excitement from furiously stroking my cock and watching Denise's sensual movements, I began to cum, spewing my semen all over my stomach.
With my eyes locked onto her, I continued to slowly and steadily stroke my dick beckoning my hardness to return.
I was not disappointed. I became easily aroused when Denise ended her silence by moaning deep sounds of ecstatic pleasure as she slipped her hand under her panties to begin feverishly fingering herself.
"Oh, my God, Oh, my God, I am so wet, please don't stop, help Mommy cum," she uncontrollably blurted to me. I began playing with my dick again and it soon responded as I observed Denise's uncontrolled passion explode.
"Let me see your dick, please get it hard again for Mommy. Stroke it faster and faster, please, please help Mommy."
With both breasts now exposed, being fondled with one hand, her bra hanging loosely from her waist, her crumpled dress lifted high with fingers vigorously penetrating her wet pussy, Denise's voice shrieked with sounds of passion.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she screamed with her head lifted high squeezing her breasts and slamming all four fingers into her pussy as her thumb graced her clit.
Watching me continue to please myself only drove her into more wild movements with her whole body twitching and her voice emiting incredible erotic sounds of passion.
"I am cumming, don't stop, don't stop, let me see that dick, stroke it, harder, harder, keep stroking my Baby. Mommy is cumming, I am cummmmmminggg."
The whole house was filled with screeching, loud, sounds of pleasure.
Finally, composing herself, Denise tore herself away and dashed from the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
She found herself in the kitchen, now fully dressed once again but still unsure of what to do next; not knowing whether she should leave the house, go to her room, or apologize.
As a result, she just stood there, confused, yet unable to deny the excitement that was coursing through her veins, and unable to get the picture of that young, rigid cock out of her mind.
And then she heard the creaking noise of a door opening. She stood there and listened to the footsteps as they moved slowly down the hall. She noticed that she was shaking nervously as I rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, wearing only my sweat pants.
"Oh Carl, I'm so sorry I walked in on you. I called out, but you didn't answer. I was worried," she gushed. "I'm so sorry."
I looked intently at her in silence and moved slowly towards her.
"Carl, please don't be mad," she said. Backing away slowly as I continued to approach, she explained that "I have not been with a man since my divorce. It is not an excuse, I know, but I was so excited by the sale of my house and then seeing you there naked, it was too much for me. I am so sorry. I have never done that before, you must believe me."
She caught herself looking at my eyes and was unnerved by the intensity of my silence. She forced her eyes away while she continued to retreat from my slow, steady approach.
I was maybe 10 feet away from her when she backed into the wall by the kitchen counter. When she looked at me again, what she saw made her gasp.
What she saw was no longer her best friend's son, but a young man. A young man who was looking at her in a way that somewhat frightened her.
"Carl," she demurely whispered. "What are you doing?" But I ignored her and closed the gap between us to 5 feet.
