After her long, extra cold shower, Ms. Jordan grabbed her plush towel and began to dry the drops of water clinging to her luscious curves, leaving a trail of coolness on her sensitive skin. She basked in the warm embrace of the luxurious cloth, drying her dripping contours and relishing the soft touch, awakening her senses, igniting a surge of desire that coursed through her veins, like a slow burn.
As Ms. Jordan dried herself off, her mind was a whirlwind of images, flashing back to the porn clip she had stumbled upon earlier. But now, those explicit scenes were replaced with vivid dreams of Scott, her hands stroking his young, rigid cock. The sound of their moans and whispers seemed to fill the room, intermingling with the soft rustling of the towel.
With every stroke, Ms. Jordan’s senses heightened, her skin tingling with anticipation. She could almost smell the intoxicating scent of desire lingering in the air, a heady mix of musk and arousal. Her face flushed with a deep warmth, her cheeks turning a rosy hue as Ms. Jordan’s forbidden fantasy consumed her thoughts. The more she dwelled on it, the stronger her cravings became, like a fire burning out of control.
In that moment, Ms. Jordan was determined to make her fantasy a reality. She knew she possessed just as much talent as any porn star, and she yearned to unleash it. The room seemed to pulse with an electric energy. She couldn’t stop thinking of the massive orgasm she had masturbating to the thought of fucking her son’s friend, the more she imagined the overwhelming, sheer pleasure of the real thing. Ms. Jordan’s desire for Scott had reached a breaking point.
As Ms. Jordan walked into her closet, her lust-fueled passion guided her to the obvious choice. Her delicate, thin pink robe, identical to the one from the movie, hung forgotten in the corner, its silky texture begging to be touched, just like her. It was perfect, just like her plan.
The stairs provided a convenient distraction for Scott, allowing his wardrobe malfunction to sort itself out. He returned to Nick’s room as if nothing had happened. Nothing had happened at all, right? Scott’s thoughts dwelled on his brief encounter with his friend’s alluring mom and secretly wished it had been more.
“Have fun with my mom?”
“Wh..what?” Scott’s jaw dropped as his friend playfully teased him. He was flustered and blushed much harder than his buddy’s simple teasing required. It only served to encourage Nick to laugh harder at his friend’s expense. “Chill out, bro. I’m just messing with you.” Nick laughed as he tossed the game controller his friend’s way. “Are you gonna pick your team so I can kick your ass or what?”
The guys relaxed and took in a few video games as the time rolled late into the night.
Ms. Jordan, in the meantime, was biding her time. Wrapped in her silky, flowing robe, she settled onto the couch downstairs, trying to lose herself in a captivating mystery novel and a glass of crisp, white wine. As her bottle reached its end, Ms. Jordan found it difficult to carry on with her book. The young man upstairs lingered in her thoughts, urging her to seek out the real thing to satisfy her needs. Perhaps all he needed was some encouragement, Ms. Jordan thought as she reached for her phone and texted her son.
hey, I’ve got some sheets. I need you to take up to the guest room tonight when you have a second.
The guys were just wrapping up their last game of the night when Nick’s phone vibrated with a text from his mother. Nick reacted predictably with an exasperated sigh.
“What’s up?” Scott asked.
“It’s Mom, she wants me to bring up some sheets for the guestroom after this game”
Scott’s heart was beating harder at the mere mention of Ms. Jordan. He couldn’t figure out why, but Nick’s mom definitely had a hold on him, her presence comforting, seductive, and enchanting. Scott really wished he’d finished what he started in the office. Erotic thoughts and visions of Ms. Jordan seemed to consume his mind entirely. “I’ll grab them if you want, bro. I don’t care.” Scott offered without hesitation, somewhere in the back of his mind hoping that he’d be able to catch one last glimpse of his friend’s, sexy mother before bed or maybe even sneak back into the office and finish his video.
“Cool man, thanks.” Nick accepted his buddy’s offer while scoring another touchdown to rub in his victory.
Ms. Jordan‘s phone buzzed back with a reply from her son.
Scott said he’ll be right down
It was the answer to her text that she wanted most. Ms. Jordan‘s whole body tingled with anticipation, eagerly expecting her reward. Ms. Jordan spread her legs and slipped her hand down the front of her delicate panties, moaning softly to herself. She couldn’t wait for Scott to join her.
Scott took a deep breath as he started down the stairs, not knowing what to expect. The sheets could be laid out ready for him and Ms. Jordan could’ve already gone to bed, or she could be downstairs waiting for him. Maybe even wearing a revealing nightgown or… Scott shook his head. He was starting to let his imagination get the best of him, but he couldn’t help it. The forbidden thoughts of his friend’s ridiculously hot mom only heightened his overwhelming desire. He would definitely have to do something about this before bed.
As he rounded the corner into the living room, Scott caught a glimpse of Ms. Jordan’s head just peeking out from above the back of the couch.
“Oh, hey Ms. Jordan. I’m here for the sheets.” Scott said as he looked around, wondering if Ms. Jordan was going to get up to greet him or simply pass on some instructions.
“Oh, thanks, Scotty. You don’t know how glad I am you came to help.”
“Mmm, yeah no problem.”
“Would you mind walking over here to the couch? I feel like you deserve a reward.” Ms. Jordan’s voice was a low, sultry purr, laced with a temptation that sent shivers down his spine. Scott’s heart raced with nervous anticipation. He didn’t know quite what to expect, but no matter what, her words, her seductive tones, were entrancing, and he followed as if under her spell.
As Scott reached the front of the couch. His eyes widened at the unexpected and incredibly erotic sight. Ms. Jordan was lying back on the sofa, her silky pink robe disheveled and laying open, exposing her gorgeous full breasts, smooth and inviting pale skin and a sliver of pink panties, concealing her hand, which was temptingly rubbing circles around her greedy clit.
“What do you think?” Ms. Jordan purred. “You ready to make your own little fantasy of reality.” With a sensuous moan, Ms. Jordan rose from the couch, dropping to her knees before the young man. She casually ran her finger down the distinct outline of Scott’s already stout erection in his thin shorts, sending shivers down his spine. Scott swallowed audibly, afraid to utter a sound or to move in case it really was a dream. Ms. Jordan took his silence as permission and assertively yanked down his gym shorts, letting his young virile dick spring free.
Ms. Jordan kissed the head of Scott’s cock before taking it between her lips. She swirled her tongue around and around the flaring tip as she pressed her mouth down his shaft. Slowly, Ms Jordan stroked his erection with her lips, dropping them lower and lower with each movement until his throbbing dick disappeared entirely.
She relished the warmth of his robust girth as she felt his heartbeat pulsing against her lips. Remembering how much she missed it, she savored the sensation of rolling her tongue over the soft, hot skin of a cock. It was invigorating and empowering. Scott’s mind spun in a whirlwind of pleasure as Ms. Jordan worshiped his throbbing erection, a slave to the myriad of sensations she lavished on his sensitive shaft, dizzying his mind.
Scott had only been with women his age. They were never this enthusiastic. Ms. Jordan knew what she wanted and was prepared to take it. Her seductive aggression and intoxicating confidence filled the room, a captivating blend of allure and power. Ms. Jordan’s head bobbed back and forth on his shaft. She gazed up lovingly, a thin line of drool dangling from her lips, dripping down to rest on her curvaceous breasts, reflecting the soft room light.
The echoing of her gurgles increased as she heard Scott’s breathing become labored. The sights and sounds of the unreal experience were challenging the young man’s stamina. “Ms. Ja.. Jordan…” Scott growled in almost a whisper, warning her of what she already knew she had accomplished.
Scott bucked as his nerves were overcome, elation flooded his body as he erupted in ecstasy, cumming with a fierce intensity of youth. Ms. Jordan held fast to his hips as Scott continued to growl, holding him still even as he pulsed in completion deep inside her mouth.
Purring softly, Ms. Jordan delighted in the feeling of his pulsing thickness between her lips. Her tongue coaxed the last ounces of pleasure from his quaking shaft.
Ms. Jordan felt a surge of sensuality as she indulged in the remnants of Scott’s climax, feeling empowered and desirable, like that porn star she had imitated. To Scott, it seemed like he was in a dream, staring down at the graceful and sensual form of his friend’s mom, barely clad in her silky robe. His eyes met hers, and in that instant, he felt an irresistible pull, a silent connection forming between them. He knew Ms. Jordan just wanted more.
Ms. Jordan leaned back on the couch, spreading her impressively tone legs for her son’s friend. “If you can make me cum, maybe I’ll let you fuck me when that young cock of yours gets hard again.” She teased, diving into her newfound role of a porn star. It was all for show. Ms. Jordan’s pussy was wetter than it had been in years, and she was putty in the hands of her young lover. Or tongue. Ms. Jordan underestimated Scott’s enthusiasm and he dove in, face first, between her legs. His tongue devouring her needy lips as his unexpectedly strong hand clasped on to her lush breasts.
The breath seemed to jump from Ms. Jordan’s lungs as her body trembled under Scott’s touch. He teased and caressed her clit with care and passion, even as he tweaked her needy nipples in tandem with the cascade of pleasure ringing through every nerve of her body.
She didn’t know how much she needed it, but her body did. Back and forth, she swayed, her grateful body relishing the young man’s dedication to her satisfaction. It was exactly what she had craved. Ms. Jordan let out a deafening gasp as an epic orgasm ripped through her body. She grabbed hold of Scott’s head, her fingers digging into his hair as she shook and quivered. Wave after wave of climax washed over her, her body trembling in ecstasy. After almost a full minute of earth-shattering orgasm, Ms. Jordan finally lay back. Her luscious, appreciative body, softy panting as she shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat, reflected the light of the room like an angel.
Scott wiped his mouth with a proud grin as he stood tall over his accomplishment. Ms. Jordan was tired and depleted, but the sight of Scott’s already recovered erection quickly renewed her lust. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as her finger beckoned him closer with a whisper. “Oh… I need that cock.”
Ms. Jordan’s seductive words wrapped around Scott like a spell, enticing him to join her on the plush couch. As he sank into her warm breasts, his hard tone form melded with her soft warmth and their limbs entwined. Her lips locked onto his, pulling him the rest of the way. Their labored breaths echoed between their desperate kisses.
The scent of their passion hung in the air, a heady mix of musk and anticipation. Ms. Jordan’s hand trembled as it found its way to Scott’s throbbing erection, the touch sending shivers down his spine. A whimper escaped her lips as he entered her, the shock of their connection reverberating through her body. The room seemed to spin as his wide girth stretched her surprisingly tight core. She wrapped herself around him, her body vibrating with a raw energy, the pressure building even as she greedily tightened and pulsed around him. Gasping in pleasure, she surrendered to the delicious feelings that ravished her, her muscles yearning for more of the exquisite sensation.
She held him tightly as she rocked her hips and back and forth, edging him ever deeper into her warmth. A rush of emotions flooded her senses as the long-dormant connection rekindled, bringing with it an overwhelming deluge of pleasure.
Ms. Jordan just wanted to feel him inside her, but Scott’s stamina impressed her. His young, powerful aura was making her feel like a goddess. She didn’t think her body was capable of another orgasm but the rapid beating of her heart told a different story. Without warning her hips bucked as she gasped and tightened around the young stud’s girth, pulling him even deeper inside her. Ms. Jordan whimpered and writhed in pleasure as a deluge of bliss rained down on her every nerve. This was what she had been longing for. She cried out in ecstasy as she reached her climax. “Yes yes yes.”
Witnessing his friend’s mother in the throes of pleasure because of him was too intense for the young man to handle. Scott couldn’t help but let out a loud groan as he released himself, the sound mixing with Ms. Jordan’s chorus of bliss as he filled her with his passion.
Ms. Jordan was in a blissful daze, her body trembling with the remnants of her powerful orgasm. As the waves of pleasure slowly receded, she could feel Scott’s warmth enveloping her from deep within, his release igniting a breathtaking surge of euphoria that pulsed through her body, ten times more intense than before. Ms. Jordan was speechless. They clung to each other tightly, their heavy breathing and the rhythmic thumping of their hearts intertwined with their shared climax until the room stopped spinning and it was just the pair, gazing into each other’s satisfied eyes.
“I know what I’m thankful for,” Ms. Jordan purred as a sly smile crept across her flushed cheeks.
“Me too.” Scott chuckled.
