I was not very happy with my eighteen-year-old daughter dating a twenty three year old. He didn't have the greatest prospects but I did see why he had turned my daughter's head. He was good looking, well built and very fit. Since my husband, her dad had walked out on us, six months ago; I had become even closer to Sarah. She told me lots about Sam and her relationship with him. She often told me more than I wanted to know. I knew they were sleeping together and I did not have a problem with that. We had always discussed relationships and sex as part of that. She shocked me when she told me that Sam thought I was really hot. It was a great confidence boost that a fit twenty three year old would find me, in my late thirties hot. There was something uncomfortable about it and the fact that my daughter was not unhappy to tell me.
The three of us had an evening in and Sarah teased me that even after six months I had not been clubbing or dated anyone. Sam asked me if I missed my husband but he put it in such a way that he was asking me if I was missing the sex. Having had a couple of drinks I admitted that there were certain things I was missing since he had left.
I wanted them to feel relaxed about having sex together while I was in the house. I therefore announced that having had two bad nights sleep I was going to take a sleeping pill to help. Sarah told Sam that when I took a sleeping pill wild horses galloping through my room would not wake me. It is very true but in fact I had no intention of taking one and rather slyly thought it would be exciting to hear them make love.
I showered and retired to bed keeping my ears open for them to come upstairs. As they did Sarah was saying that they might as well make love in her bedroom, as I would not hear a thing. It was not until the next day that Sarah told me that when they showered together they discovered that her period had started early. I heard them clearly playing around but could tell that they had not made love.
I was disappointed for them but also for some reason it left me trying to get to sleep frustrated myself. I thought about masturbating but was slightly concerned I might be heard. I don't know what time it was but it was a number of hours later that I heard my bedroom door open quietly. While feigning sleep I managed to see that it was Sam who came in. I always sleep naked and as it was a hot night I was only covered by a sheet and that was around my waist. Before he closed the door the light from the hall gave him a clear view of my boobs. Closing the door the room was dark as he approached the bed.
"Are you awake Mrs. Cassidy? I thought I heard you cry out and wanted to check you are all right."
I made a bad mistake and for some reason pretended to be out cold. My heart was racing and the close proximity of Sam excited me.
"Those tits are every bit as stunning as I hoped they would be. I need much more light to really appreciate them fully."
With this he walked back to the doorway and turned the light on. I could not cover myself without giving away that I was awake and for some reason I did not want to admit that. I hated the word tits but was still flattered by the comment. I was frozen as he walked back and sat on the bed next to me.
"Your daughter has beautiful boobs but your nipples are just stunning."
With this he lightly brushed both my nipples at the same time. How I didn't scream or at least sigh amazed me. It was so sensual as well as raw and sexual it completely scrambled my mind. Yes the touch was electric but my helpless was magnifying the physical stimulation. I love having my nipples played with but this was something else. He teased them brushing them, flicking them and occasionally rolled the gently between finger and thumb.
