“That damn son of mine should have told you he got called in to work and wasn’t going to be home this morning,” I said to Richard, handing him a cold drink as he sat on my living room sofa.
“It’s no problem,” Richard said as his eyes roamed my body, which was not too well concealed by my terry cloth robe. I felt a surge of electricity shoot through me. It had been so long since my husband had even touched me that at this point almost anything would get me off.
This young 20-year-old, my son’s best friend, had seen me over the years in many revealing outfits, but I had never been aware of his lustful gaze before. I crossed my legs as I sat beside him, and my robe fell away, exposing my creamy white thigh to his probing eyes.
At that point, without another word, Richard completely shocked me with a move I will never forget. He got off the couch, pushed the coffee table away, and knelt before me. As my jaw dropped open and my eyes went wide, his strong hands slid up the naked smoothness of my legs.
“You want this, don’t you?” he said, looking up into my eyes, and as if in a daze I slowly nodded my head. He eagerly tugged my cotton panties down my hips as I lifted my butt to help him. He then slid them off my legs and threw them across the room.
Still looking at me for my reaction, he reached for my pussy and traced his fingers over my labia, then delved into my slit and probed my vagina. I gasped with pleasure, and he smiled. I flopped back on the couch, eyes rolling around in my head as he began to finger me in earnest. Now he rubbed my clit, and my moans and gasps filled the room. I came with a shout inside of a minute. Believe it or not, it was my first orgasm in almost a year.
As I came down from my climax I became aware that he was now standing before me with his jeans at his feet, his hard cock fully exposed and ready. He quickly knelt and got into position, then guided his tool to my hole and drove into me. I gasped again as he began to thrust in and out of me.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you!” he exclaimed as he humped me harder. Another climax hit me, and my throbbing cunt set him off. “I’m coming!” he shouted. “I’m coming, oh, God, I’m coming in you!” His strong spurts shooting into me intensified my climax as he collapsed on top of me.
After a minute or so, his softening cock slipped out of me, followed by a steady flow of his young semen. “Thanks, Richard,” I panted. “I really needed that.”
“Does that mean we can do it again?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I said.
We wound up fucking two more times before he left that day, and now Richard stops by often, usually when my son is at work.
—N.D., Santa Barbara, California