Sex and a Single mom - June 23 1985
At about seven I got up and enjoyed a hot shower. I was in a rush to get busy with my work, so I only slipped on a pair of panties under my thin summer robe. I have a reasonably successful home based business. I work at the breakfast bar between the kitchen and dinning room. It's just the right height for my fax machine and I can spread my paperwork out.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice behind me, "Good morning Mrs. Munroe" the voice said. "Michael" I shouted as I turned toward the familiar voice. "I'm sorry I did not mean to startle you" he apologized. "No I just thought I was alone" I said. "Why are you not at campus?" I asked. "I thought I'd skip today" he responded.
Michael was Josh's best friend for many years. He was a tall boy, standing at least 6'3", a handsome young man right down to his big feet. There he stood dressed only in his boxers and t-shirt. There was slight fuzz on his face that gave him a slightly stud look, his hair slightly disheveled. Of course Michael had stayed over many times before and I'd often seen him in his shorts but somehow today was just different.
We got in rather late last night so Josh let me crash here again. I hope it's all right" he explained.
"Of course that's alright." I replied. "Did you call your mom?" I asked
"I left a message on her answering machine. She'll know I'm OK." He responded.
This isn't right," I thought to myself as I noticed Michael's eyes were almost awkwardly focused on the tops of my breasts and a fair amount of its cleavage. I pulled my robe to ensure it was properly closed as I felt my nipples protruding through the thin material as I slowly became aroused. You need to get up right now and get some proper clothes on and he needs to go back to his room and get some pants on I thought to myself, but I just sat there gawking. Apparently, Michael still saw me as Mrs. Munroe , and I was more than a little disappointed.
He asked, "Is it all right if I have some cereal?"
"Of course," I responded, "You don't have to ask. You can have whatever you want"
"Oh my God! A Freudian slip?" I thought quietly. I felt myself getting turned on as he walked about my kitchen in his underwear. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he reached for the cereal box. I tried to turn my attention to my work, but it was just impossible, so I tried to fake it, but he was awakening feelings I hadn't felt in years.
I was just sixteen when I'd gotten pregnant with Josh. My parents and Dan's parents insisted that we get married. I therefore did not have the pleasure of enjoy many lovers, except for Dan. Dan and I had been divorced for about 4 years and I had been too busy with my business and raising my boys to date.
When he'd gotten his cereal, Michael came over and stood in front of me eating from his bowl. My eyes fixed on the fly of his boxers. I couldn't help but wonder what was down there.
When I could tear my eyes away from his fly I looked up at him and asked him what they had done last night. I tried to listen to the answer, but my attention kept returning to that beautiful young body of his.
When he'd finished I asked him, "Do you remember when you in about eighth grade how you'd spy on me in the shower."
I couldn't believe I was about to do.
Now he blushed deeply as he put his bowl in the sink.
"Mrs. Munroe , you've got to realize how hot I thought you were and sorry to say, but you had the hotest boobs. We all thought so. So, yeah, I spied on you a few times. So did several of the other guys. Everyone agreed Josh had the hottest mom. I'm sorry if..."
I cut him off with a wave.
"Look Michael," I said. "I'm not in any way angry about it. Young boys are naturally curious about sex. I never dreamed that the other boys were doing it to though. I'm flattered that you and the others thought I was hot. Does Josh know you guys spied on me?"
I was glad to hear that the hours I spent in the gym was paying off. I never thought of myself as a sexy lady who could sweep men off their feet. I always just assumed men would be turned on by anything in a skirt.
"Now he does, but not at the time, " he responded.
I looked at his face and I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I was going to seduce my best friend's son, my son's best friend, right there in my dining room.
I told him "Come around here where I can see you."
His face revealed that for the first time he was self-conscious about what he was, or rather wasn't, wearing. I guess he realized now that I'm a real woman and not just Josh's mom.
I looked at him top to bottom and then bottom to top.
"Would you agree," I asked, "that fair is fair?"
"I suppose so." he responded meekly.
OK then, you've seen me naked, now I guess it's my turn to see you. Let me see what's under your shirt"
He hesitated somewhat as he pulled his muscle shirt up over his head.
I wasn't fully prepared. He looked magnificent. I was growing so hot. I thought I might flame out. I stood up clenching my robe closed with one hand. With my free hand I felt his chest, especially those adorable nipples. I ran my hands down to his rock hard abs. He just stood there and took it like a trooper. The only movement was inside his boxers. I could see his penis growing to the point of nearly popping out. Finally I gently kissed each of his nipples and sat down.
Now the shorts Michael" I ordered.
It's a good thing I was sitting down. His organ was much bigger than I expected, but a pleasant and indeed arousing site it was. I could barely imagine being able to take his whole penis and yet I desperately wanted to try. After a few seconds regaining my senses, I got up and again approached Michael. As I walked the few steps towards him, I untied the robe and it almost blew open to the sides revealing my panty covered vagina and naked 35C breasts. He finally got a glimpse of my protruding breasts as they bounced to the rhythm of my increased heart rate.
I slowly worked my hand from his neck to his pubic region. I wanted to enjoy every inch of his body. Finally I gently fondled his sack with my fingers, softly scratching the underside with my long nails and gently felt his nuts inside. They seemed big as they comfortably filled my open hand. I slowly bent down and dropped to my knees. I motioned him to straddle his legs further apart so I could comfortably put my mouth to his balls. I licked and gently sucked, first one then the other. I heard him moaning as with each motion of my mouth as I wet tongue slowly caressed his balls.
Now I started moving up the length of his hardened shaft, slowly twirling my tongue in circular motions, until I reach the head. I opened my mouth wide as I held his fully erect manhood with both my hands. Slowly I pressed his red coloured wet head against the centre of my tongue as I deeply sucked his head. I stopped, only for a split second, to tease him with my tongue. I started tasting his seminal fluid as it escaped into my mouth. I worked his dick in and out each time taking a little more in and letting a little less out. I was at the point of choking and realized he still had several inches. I realized I had to work with what I could handle. I desperately wanted him to cum in my mouth, a new experience for me. I wasn't sure he would, since I couldn't take the whole thing. I kept one hand on the exposed portion of the shaft, massaging it gently while I sucked the rest of his dick in and out. I cupped his balls in my free hand, gently massaged with my fingertips. He seemed to grunt in approval and then suddenly his breathing became deeper. I realized that the flood gates would soon crumble in resistance.
A loud ahhhhhhhhhhh came from his throat, at the same time his penis exploded and unearthed a deluge of teenage sperm into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but I was not fast enough as the rate at which he was shooting was too much and I almost gagged. I was able to swallow most but some had escaped past my lips and drippedonto my naked breasts. I swallowed continuously thinking it was over, but I was wrong. Another shot filled my mouth with the salty liquid silk that was his cum. Several more came in rapid succession.
I was wet with extremely excitement at having achieved my goal. Now more than anything I wanted sex badly. I really wanted to get fucked. I wanted him to shove his magnificently large, rock hard penis into me and bang me until I couldn't stand up. I knew it would take him some time to recover, but it would be worth the wait.
I felt his dick begin to soften in my mouth, but I wasn't ready to give it up. I circled the head with my tongue like a lovely cherry lolly. His shaft became completely limp and fell between his legs.
Still on my knees, I looked up. "Well, how was that?" I smiled, still licking my lips. He just smiled in satisfaction.
"Well, it's not over yet." I said as he helped me up by the hand. "You've been a really good sport about doing what I wanted. Now it's your turn to do what you want. Anything you want. I'm putty in your hands."
I could see a little life was already coming back into that monster organ of his. He took me by the hand and walked me to the dining room table. He moved the chair at the end to the side and lifted me onto the tabletop, my legs dangling.
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you Kris. , but before I do I'm going to have a little lunch."
I thought, "Food? He could think of food in the middle of our lovemaking? " Then I got it. He kissed me long and hard and positioned himself between my legs. For a time he fondled my breasts and body. He ran his tongue around my nipples and bit them gently. He laid me down flat on the table with my legs dangling over the edge and stroked and kissed my tummy while he flirted with his fingers around the outside of my vagina. He was driving me wild. Then he grabbed the chair and dragged it back and sat down. He set about giving me the licking of my life. It was heavenly torture when ran his tongue around the lips of my vagina and massaged my clit. To give him a better target, I lifted my legs and put my feet on the table. Finally, he penetrated me with his tongue and I came within just a few seconds. I couldn't suppress my moan. I didn't want to suppress my moan. Waves of pleasure emanated through my entire body.
When the moaning stopped he tapered off. He stood up and pushed the chair out of his way. I couldn't see, but I guessed that his erection had returned because he put his hands under my butt and drew me to him, lifting my butt. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly in anticipation of what was to come. He was going to stick me with that big penis of his in my vagina. He pulled me right up, almost over the tables edge. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles, spreading my knees as far as I could. I braced, myself for the impending massacre of my vagina. But the onslaught never came. The head of his dick found its mark easily. but Michael eased it in me just as I had eased it in my mouth, a little in, a little less out, a little more in, a little less out. It felt like forever before he finally got it all in, but it was worth the wait to feel the head of that dick banging against the back door of my vagina. He worked his dick in long strokes, slowly at first and then gradually faster while I tried to stay perfectly still. I didn't want to cause it to fall out. With each stroke I got a little sensation of pleasure. I contracted my pussy muscles to insure a tight fit. It seemed to work. After what seemed glorious eternity, Michael let my butt rest on the table and he bent over me, looking deep into my eyes. At this point I was all a****l. I don't think I had a conscious thought in my head. Now I couldn't help myself. I moved against his thrust which were becoming ever more rapid. He bent over and kissed me, gently running his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. The change in position stimulated me more. I heard myself moan. Finally it came. That wonderful rush of sensation that women lust over, whether or not we admit it. I shuttered and shook and cried out. I had no idea that sex could be this good. In a few moments I saw Michael's face contort and his eyes closed tightly. He stood up straight and again took my butt in is large hands, raising it to his level.
Now he was banging me harder and faster then ever, the head of his dick slamming against the back of my vagina. OMG! It hurt so good. He came with a massive slam that nearly sent me across the table. If I hadn't held on with both hands and both feet it surely would have. I could feel the ejaculations, one after another, and I knew his labors had been rewarded. It gave me great joy to know we'd both gotten what we wanted, what I needed. He just stood still with his eyes closed enjoying the afterglow as he pulled his satisfied wet penis out of my vagina.
My legs were a bit weak when I tried to stand. Michael caught me and drew me to him. He kissed me passionately on the lips. We stayed in that embrace for a few moments before I broke the silence.
"Not bad for an old lady, hey?"
"No Mrs. Munroe not bad for any lady. You were fabulous! I'd always heard that Older women make great lovers for young men. Now I know that's true."
I blushed
"How was it for you," He asked. "Did you get there?"
I replied, "Oh, I got there alright, and back again and there again and back again. You're one hell of a stud Michael."
"I have to work this afternoon, do you have the time? I wish I could stay all day. I'd love to do you again." He said.
"All in good time Michael" I said.
He clothed himself and left on his motorbike. After Michael left, reality hit me. "You just had sex with your son's best friend." The whole morning passed me in frames as I recalled how he fucked me.
I worried that everyone was eventually going to find out the truth, but it would be great to invite him over again. A part of me was actually quite proud that I just fucked a young stud. The other part was concerned that he'd gotten the wrong message about me. But then, maybe it was me who'd gotten the wrong message. Maybe sex should be less about marriage and babies and more about having fun
I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice behind me, "Good morning Mrs. Munroe" the voice said. "Michael" I shouted as I turned toward the familiar voice. "I'm sorry I did not mean to startle you" he apologized. "No I just thought I was alone" I said. "Why are you not at campus?" I asked. "I thought I'd skip today" he responded.
Michael was Josh's best friend for many years. He was a tall boy, standing at least 6'3", a handsome young man right down to his big feet. There he stood dressed only in his boxers and t-shirt. There was slight fuzz on his face that gave him a slightly stud look, his hair slightly disheveled. Of course Michael had stayed over many times before and I'd often seen him in his shorts but somehow today was just different.
We got in rather late last night so Josh let me crash here again. I hope it's all right" he explained.
"Of course that's alright." I replied. "Did you call your mom?" I asked
"I left a message on her answering machine. She'll know I'm OK." He responded.
This isn't right," I thought to myself as I noticed Michael's eyes were almost awkwardly focused on the tops of my breasts and a fair amount of its cleavage. I pulled my robe to ensure it was properly closed as I felt my nipples protruding through the thin material as I slowly became aroused. You need to get up right now and get some proper clothes on and he needs to go back to his room and get some pants on I thought to myself, but I just sat there gawking. Apparently, Michael still saw me as Mrs. Munroe , and I was more than a little disappointed.
He asked, "Is it all right if I have some cereal?"
"Of course," I responded, "You don't have to ask. You can have whatever you want"
"Oh my God! A Freudian slip?" I thought quietly. I felt myself getting turned on as he walked about my kitchen in his underwear. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he reached for the cereal box. I tried to turn my attention to my work, but it was just impossible, so I tried to fake it, but he was awakening feelings I hadn't felt in years.
I was just sixteen when I'd gotten pregnant with Josh. My parents and Dan's parents insisted that we get married. I therefore did not have the pleasure of enjoy many lovers, except for Dan. Dan and I had been divorced for about 4 years and I had been too busy with my business and raising my boys to date.
When he'd gotten his cereal, Michael came over and stood in front of me eating from his bowl. My eyes fixed on the fly of his boxers. I couldn't help but wonder what was down there.
When I could tear my eyes away from his fly I looked up at him and asked him what they had done last night. I tried to listen to the answer, but my attention kept returning to that beautiful young body of his.
When he'd finished I asked him, "Do you remember when you in about eighth grade how you'd spy on me in the shower."
I couldn't believe I was about to do.
Now he blushed deeply as he put his bowl in the sink.
"Mrs. Munroe , you've got to realize how hot I thought you were and sorry to say, but you had the hotest boobs. We all thought so. So, yeah, I spied on you a few times. So did several of the other guys. Everyone agreed Josh had the hottest mom. I'm sorry if..."
I cut him off with a wave.
"Look Michael," I said. "I'm not in any way angry about it. Young boys are naturally curious about sex. I never dreamed that the other boys were doing it to though. I'm flattered that you and the others thought I was hot. Does Josh know you guys spied on me?"
I was glad to hear that the hours I spent in the gym was paying off. I never thought of myself as a sexy lady who could sweep men off their feet. I always just assumed men would be turned on by anything in a skirt.
"Now he does, but not at the time, " he responded.
I looked at his face and I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I was going to seduce my best friend's son, my son's best friend, right there in my dining room.
I told him "Come around here where I can see you."
His face revealed that for the first time he was self-conscious about what he was, or rather wasn't, wearing. I guess he realized now that I'm a real woman and not just Josh's mom.
I looked at him top to bottom and then bottom to top.
"Would you agree," I asked, "that fair is fair?"
"I suppose so." he responded meekly.
OK then, you've seen me naked, now I guess it's my turn to see you. Let me see what's under your shirt"
He hesitated somewhat as he pulled his muscle shirt up over his head.
I wasn't fully prepared. He looked magnificent. I was growing so hot. I thought I might flame out. I stood up clenching my robe closed with one hand. With my free hand I felt his chest, especially those adorable nipples. I ran my hands down to his rock hard abs. He just stood there and took it like a trooper. The only movement was inside his boxers. I could see his penis growing to the point of nearly popping out. Finally I gently kissed each of his nipples and sat down.
Now the shorts Michael" I ordered.
It's a good thing I was sitting down. His organ was much bigger than I expected, but a pleasant and indeed arousing site it was. I could barely imagine being able to take his whole penis and yet I desperately wanted to try. After a few seconds regaining my senses, I got up and again approached Michael. As I walked the few steps towards him, I untied the robe and it almost blew open to the sides revealing my panty covered vagina and naked 35C breasts. He finally got a glimpse of my protruding breasts as they bounced to the rhythm of my increased heart rate.
I slowly worked my hand from his neck to his pubic region. I wanted to enjoy every inch of his body. Finally I gently fondled his sack with my fingers, softly scratching the underside with my long nails and gently felt his nuts inside. They seemed big as they comfortably filled my open hand. I slowly bent down and dropped to my knees. I motioned him to straddle his legs further apart so I could comfortably put my mouth to his balls. I licked and gently sucked, first one then the other. I heard him moaning as with each motion of my mouth as I wet tongue slowly caressed his balls.
Now I started moving up the length of his hardened shaft, slowly twirling my tongue in circular motions, until I reach the head. I opened my mouth wide as I held his fully erect manhood with both my hands. Slowly I pressed his red coloured wet head against the centre of my tongue as I deeply sucked his head. I stopped, only for a split second, to tease him with my tongue. I started tasting his seminal fluid as it escaped into my mouth. I worked his dick in and out each time taking a little more in and letting a little less out. I was at the point of choking and realized he still had several inches. I realized I had to work with what I could handle. I desperately wanted him to cum in my mouth, a new experience for me. I wasn't sure he would, since I couldn't take the whole thing. I kept one hand on the exposed portion of the shaft, massaging it gently while I sucked the rest of his dick in and out. I cupped his balls in my free hand, gently massaged with my fingertips. He seemed to grunt in approval and then suddenly his breathing became deeper. I realized that the flood gates would soon crumble in resistance.
A loud ahhhhhhhhhhh came from his throat, at the same time his penis exploded and unearthed a deluge of teenage sperm into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but I was not fast enough as the rate at which he was shooting was too much and I almost gagged. I was able to swallow most but some had escaped past my lips and drippedonto my naked breasts. I swallowed continuously thinking it was over, but I was wrong. Another shot filled my mouth with the salty liquid silk that was his cum. Several more came in rapid succession.
I was wet with extremely excitement at having achieved my goal. Now more than anything I wanted sex badly. I really wanted to get fucked. I wanted him to shove his magnificently large, rock hard penis into me and bang me until I couldn't stand up. I knew it would take him some time to recover, but it would be worth the wait.
I felt his dick begin to soften in my mouth, but I wasn't ready to give it up. I circled the head with my tongue like a lovely cherry lolly. His shaft became completely limp and fell between his legs.
Still on my knees, I looked up. "Well, how was that?" I smiled, still licking my lips. He just smiled in satisfaction.
"Well, it's not over yet." I said as he helped me up by the hand. "You've been a really good sport about doing what I wanted. Now it's your turn to do what you want. Anything you want. I'm putty in your hands."
I could see a little life was already coming back into that monster organ of his. He took me by the hand and walked me to the dining room table. He moved the chair at the end to the side and lifted me onto the tabletop, my legs dangling.
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you Kris. , but before I do I'm going to have a little lunch."
I thought, "Food? He could think of food in the middle of our lovemaking? " Then I got it. He kissed me long and hard and positioned himself between my legs. For a time he fondled my breasts and body. He ran his tongue around my nipples and bit them gently. He laid me down flat on the table with my legs dangling over the edge and stroked and kissed my tummy while he flirted with his fingers around the outside of my vagina. He was driving me wild. Then he grabbed the chair and dragged it back and sat down. He set about giving me the licking of my life. It was heavenly torture when ran his tongue around the lips of my vagina and massaged my clit. To give him a better target, I lifted my legs and put my feet on the table. Finally, he penetrated me with his tongue and I came within just a few seconds. I couldn't suppress my moan. I didn't want to suppress my moan. Waves of pleasure emanated through my entire body.
When the moaning stopped he tapered off. He stood up and pushed the chair out of his way. I couldn't see, but I guessed that his erection had returned because he put his hands under my butt and drew me to him, lifting my butt. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly in anticipation of what was to come. He was going to stick me with that big penis of his in my vagina. He pulled me right up, almost over the tables edge. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles, spreading my knees as far as I could. I braced, myself for the impending massacre of my vagina. But the onslaught never came. The head of his dick found its mark easily. but Michael eased it in me just as I had eased it in my mouth, a little in, a little less out, a little more in, a little less out. It felt like forever before he finally got it all in, but it was worth the wait to feel the head of that dick banging against the back door of my vagina. He worked his dick in long strokes, slowly at first and then gradually faster while I tried to stay perfectly still. I didn't want to cause it to fall out. With each stroke I got a little sensation of pleasure. I contracted my pussy muscles to insure a tight fit. It seemed to work. After what seemed glorious eternity, Michael let my butt rest on the table and he bent over me, looking deep into my eyes. At this point I was all a****l. I don't think I had a conscious thought in my head. Now I couldn't help myself. I moved against his thrust which were becoming ever more rapid. He bent over and kissed me, gently running his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. The change in position stimulated me more. I heard myself moan. Finally it came. That wonderful rush of sensation that women lust over, whether or not we admit it. I shuttered and shook and cried out. I had no idea that sex could be this good. In a few moments I saw Michael's face contort and his eyes closed tightly. He stood up straight and again took my butt in is large hands, raising it to his level.
Now he was banging me harder and faster then ever, the head of his dick slamming against the back of my vagina. OMG! It hurt so good. He came with a massive slam that nearly sent me across the table. If I hadn't held on with both hands and both feet it surely would have. I could feel the ejaculations, one after another, and I knew his labors had been rewarded. It gave me great joy to know we'd both gotten what we wanted, what I needed. He just stood still with his eyes closed enjoying the afterglow as he pulled his satisfied wet penis out of my vagina.
My legs were a bit weak when I tried to stand. Michael caught me and drew me to him. He kissed me passionately on the lips. We stayed in that embrace for a few moments before I broke the silence.
"Not bad for an old lady, hey?"
"No Mrs. Munroe not bad for any lady. You were fabulous! I'd always heard that Older women make great lovers for young men. Now I know that's true."
I blushed
"How was it for you," He asked. "Did you get there?"
I replied, "Oh, I got there alright, and back again and there again and back again. You're one hell of a stud Michael."
"I have to work this afternoon, do you have the time? I wish I could stay all day. I'd love to do you again." He said.
"All in good time Michael" I said.
He clothed himself and left on his motorbike. After Michael left, reality hit me. "You just had sex with your son's best friend." The whole morning passed me in frames as I recalled how he fucked me.
I worried that everyone was eventually going to find out the truth, but it would be great to invite him over again. A part of me was actually quite proud that I just fucked a young stud. The other part was concerned that he'd gotten the wrong message about me. But then, maybe it was me who'd gotten the wrong message. Maybe sex should be less about marriage and babies and more about having fun
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