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."
