This story started in a small town in Pennsylvania, where everyone knew everyone. You dated the boy you went to school with since kindergarten, and in just about all cases, you lost your virginity to that boy. In that respect, my story was no different.
I met Tyler, Ty for short, before we went to school. Since he lived only a block from me, my mother bonded with his mother when they were both pregnant. That bonding continued after birth. We shared playdates from our first days and continued through middle school, when those playdates turned into just dates.
At first, those dates were only dates because we talked to each other. Then, in high school, they did become a little more romantic. We both proclaimed our love for each other, and I knew he was my one and only. It was because of that that I decided in our senior year to give my virginity to Ty.
I had nothing to compare my first time to, so I had no idea what it was like. But if I were honest with myself, I would have said it was not what I expected. In all fairness, sex got much better after that first time. We both graduated from high school, and Ty went off to college. I stayed home and worked as a paralegal at a law firm. It was difficult being away from Ty for long periods, but I have to say his home visits were very satisfying.
In his junior year of college, Ty proposed to me, and plans began to take shape among his mother, my mother, and me. Last year went by quickly, and when we graduated from college, we got married. It was the wedding of my dreams, and I married the man of my dreams. I was so happy; I had everything I wanted, and when Ty was offered a good-paying job in his field, everything was perfect. Except for one thing: the job was in a big city about two hours from our hometown.
I had never been away from my hometown and felt alone at first. Ty was working and meeting new people, while I was staying at home and had little interaction with anyone at first. It didn’t take long before I found out I was pregnant. I mean, it had to happen; we were fucking like rabbits. We had two other children after that. We lived what I thought was a great life, and we were very happy. That was until I found out Ty was cheating on me and got his young lover pregnant. Well, that was it. Our fairy tale was over, and we divorced.
Here I was, a thirty-five-year-old mother of three teenage kids who hated their father for what he did. I dedicated myself to my kids’ happiness. I promised myself that I would be there for every one of them and make sure I would be the best two parents they would have.
As the years went by, the bond between my two boys and daughter only strengthened. We were all very tight, which made them feel comfortable at home. That brought their friends over, too. Mine became the house that everyone hung out at. We had a pool, hot tub, and a game and video room, so they all gravitated to my place.
I guess that was a good thing since I always knew who their friends were and knew where they were most of the time. It also gave me access to all the gossip. I knew who was dating whom, who was doing what, and who liked whom.
It had some downsides for me. The biggest was having to give up my personal life. Because of my commitment to my kids, I didn’t date anyone, which really hurt me sexually. In fact, if you didn’t count my fingers and vibe, I had no sexual life. As the kids got older, things did change as they went off to college one by one.
As I became an empty nester, it was time to think of my needs. I remained close friends with a woman I have known for years. Her name was Jasmine. She was also divorced, but had no children, so she enjoyed her single life immediately after the divorce. In fact, I lived my self pleasure through Jasmine’s conquest as she shared them with me.
Well, it was finally my turn. Hell. I was a forty-three-year-old woman who had kept my five-foot-eight body toned with frequent trips to the gym over the years. I kept my shape and my long legs, and others always admired my firm ass. My 36C tits remained firm, so I felt that I was ready to get back into action.
Jasmine and I planned a night out for Friday. She told me about this club that would be perfect. There were always good-looking guys who liked to party. I picked out a short black dress to wear with a shiny white blouse, which I kept open a few extra buttons, and black heels. I stood there, looking in the mirror, and thought I looked hot, but it did not ease my heightened nervousness.
Jasmine picked me up, and we headed to the club. It was a nice club, and many men and women dressed as if they were well off, although I knew that was not always the case. Jasmine and I got a drink and sat at a table. We decided to dance together instead of just sitting there looking awkward. Well, guess that worked: soon after, two men approached us.
We chatted, danced, and laughed together. Soon after, Jasmine leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to leave with him. Will you be okay if I do?”
I assured her I would be fine and that I could get home on my own. A short time later, Jasmine and her new man excused themselves and left. I had another drink with the guy I was with before he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I remember thinking he was not very indirect in his ask, but then I quickly remembered it had been too many years since I was fucked. I turned, looked into his eyes, and told him, “Let’s go.”
When we got to his place, it didn’t take long before we were naked and in his bed. God, it was good. I sucked his cock, he ate me out, and we fucked through the night. Now I’m not sure if it was because he was the only man I was ever with that wasn’t my husband, or because I haven’t been fucked in years, but damn it was good.
I left in the early morning by calling an Uber. That ride was my first walk of shame home. That was to be my first of many firsts from that day on. When I got home, I decided it was my time to make up for all the sexual desires I had given up on, and I was going to act on anything that interested me and to explore as much as I could. I was not going to say no to anything without trying. Because of that decision that night, I have been able to enjoy many new things, such as threesomes, moresomes, interracial encounters, and a quick relationship in which I gave my submission to someone.
That is what brings me to this story. It was just another night out with the girls, celebrating the end of another week. We went down to a bar called the “I GO IN,” which was a local bar that everyone seemed to enjoy going to. After some chit chat among us and some mingling with others that I knew at the bar, I had to use the ladies’ room.
As I headed back to the table, I heard someone say, “Hello, Mrs. C.”
I turned to look, stared for a minute, then hesitantly responded, “Kevin?”
Kevin was a high school friend of my oldest son. He was one of the boys my daughter and her friends used to gossip about. He was the boy everyone had the hots for, and I could understand why. He was a very handsome boy.
“How are you, Kevin? I hardly recognize you, you have grown up so much.” As I thought to myself, “Yes, you have grown up to be a stud, so hot and sexy.”
I sat on the barstool next to him as we chatted about how he was doing and what his future looked like. As he spoke, I thought, damn, he does have it all: amazing plans for the future, a hot body, and good looks.
It was then that Jasmine came over to interrupt, telling me they had to get going. Two of the girls were still married, and they had to get home. You could see the disappointment in my eyes because I really didn’t want to go home yet. I was out for the night and wanted to let loose.
Kevin then butted in. “I can take you home if you want to stay later,” he said.
I looked at him, a bit shocked, and then looked at Jasmine. “That’s a great idea,” Jasmine said.
I then told Kevin I didn’t want to be an inconvenience. He assured me I could never be that. With that, Jasmine and the girls left, and Kevin and I continued our conversation. After the normal what and how, he asked about my son and what he has been doing, and our conversation shifted.
He asked me if I was dating anyone because a woman as beautiful as I am should have a good-looking man by her side. I told him I wasn’t, and he went on to tell me how he was always sad that I didn’t have someone to make me happier than I was, because I did deserve to be happy.
He then told me he had always thought I was the hottest mom. I was about to tell him that he was being silly and inappropriate, but I have to admit I enjoyed hearing that. He then told me he wasn’t the only one who thought that. All the boys would talk about how hot I looked. Now I don’t know if the alcohol was freeing up Kevin’s mouth or not, but I was getting excited to hear it.
Our conversations continued about all kinds of things, and the booze kept flowing until the bartender told Kevin and me it was last call. We ordered one last drink before Kevin took me home.
We pulled up into my driveway, and Kevin told me how much fun he’d had chatting with me and wished it didn’t have to end so soon. I sat there quietly for a second or two and realized that I didn’t want it to end either. “Well, I have a full bar as well as some beers if you want to come in for a little?”
Kevin’s eyes lit up, and he quickly accepted my invite. We headed into my house, and I opened a few beers and handed Kevin one. He sat on the stool at my kitchen counter, and I stood facing him. I asked Kevin about his girlfriend. He told me she broke up with him just before they left school. I told him how sorry I was to hear that, and he just shrugged it off. “It’s okay, I need to find an amazing woman like you, Mrs. C.”
I stood paralyzed, not able to move for a few seconds before I just leaned in and kissed Kevin—a hot, passionate kiss with our tongues intertwined in each other’s mouths. Kevin was shocked, but he soon got over it and responded as a hot young stud would. As our kiss continued, we undressed each other by ripping each other’s clothes off.
When I pushed Kevin’s pants and boxers down, I was very pleased to see the perfect cock pop out in front of me. It was eight and a half inches and quite thick. I reached out, taking hold of it. I heard Kevin groan as I started to stroke him. Looking up into his eyes, I leaned in and wrapped my lips around it, sliding it between my lips and into my mouth. His moans became louder as my head bobbed faster up and down on his cock.
My mouth moved off his cock, and I held it against my face as I stroked him. My tongue licked his balls as I looked up into his eyes, asking him if this is what he would dream about. “Did you dream of me sucking your cock like this?”
He moaned out, “Oh god, yes, yes, it is.”
Licking back up his shaft, looking into his eyes, I whispered out, “Cum for me, Kevin, cum in my mouth.”
I wrapped my lips around his cock again and bobbed my head fast up and down his cock. Kevin’s moans got louder and his breathing heavier before he let out a loud grunt. His cock tensed in my mouth before it started to throb, flooding my mouth with his thick, creamy cum. I tightened my lips around his cock and sucked it like it was a straw. I felt that young cum explode in my mouth as I sucked and swallowed every last drop I could. With the last droplets of Kevin’s cum dripping onto my tongue and his cock going limp, I pulled my mouth off his cock, kissing the tip of it before I stood up. “Was that your dream, Kevin?”
He smiled and replied, “Oh, that was only the start of my dream.”
Kevin picked me up in his arms and carried me up to my bedroom. Once there, he threw me down onto my king-sized bed. I lay there bouncing, looking up at him. Kevin straddled over me, his mouth kissing and licking my nipples before he took one into his mouth and started to suck it. I let out a loud moan as my tits are very sensitive. His hand cupped the other one as he caressed it.
Kevin started to kiss his way down over my stomach and moved between my legs. My legs spread for him, and I felt his tongue lick slowly from the bottom of my slit to the top before it flickered over my clit. Letting out a loud moan, I begged him not to stop.
The more I begged, the harder and faster his tongue licked me. When he drove his tongue deep into me, I pushed my hips up into his face, my hands grabbing the back of his head as I pulled him harder into me, my cunt grinding into him. He took two fingers and slipped them into my soaking wet cunt, then he curled them backward and, in that come-hither motion, Kevin caressed behind my hood, making me squirm even more. I begged him for more; my moans turned to screams of pleasure. Then, with a hard thrust up into his face, my body started to tremble, and I yelled out, “Oh god yes, yes, I’mmm cummming.”
He held me tight as my body was convulsing from my orgasm. I lay there gasping for air, my body weak and tingling as Kevin’s arms tightened around me and held me tight. Holding me tight to him as he moved over me, he leaned down and kissed me. I moaned as our tongues worked into each other’s mouths, as I tasted my cunt on Kevin’s lips and tongue. Something I always loved to taste: myself on a man’s lips or cock.
With Kevin lying on top of me, I could feel his once again hard cock resting between my legs. Breaking our kiss, his face was inches from mine when I felt his hand move down between us. He smiled. As I felt his cock rub up and down my wet cunt, he whispered, “This is what I have dreamed of.” He slowly pushed his cock into me, my lips spreading as he pushed deeper. My cunt swallowed his cock as he went deeper.
My arms wrapped around Kevin as I held him tight. “Yes, that’s it, fuck me, give me that hard young cock. Fuck me as you dreamed of all those years.”
Kevin pounded hard and deep into me, making me grunt with every hard thrust into me. My hips pushed up into him as he fucked me deeper. My arms tightened around him as my body started to shiver, my pussy lips clamping tighter around Kevin’s cock. Then screaming, yelling out that I was cumming. Kevin thrust one last hard thrust into me as his cock spasmed deep in me, as he filled me with his seed.
Kevin lay on top of me, holding me for a while before he rolled off me and lay next to me on the bed. Once I was able to move again, I rolled to face him, smiling. “Is that what you were hoping for?”
He just lay there gasping for air, “Fuck yes, it was more than I dreamed of.”
I then smiled and told him what a mess he’d made and that I needed to clean it up. I rolled on him and took his sloppy dick into my mouth, licking and sucking our cum off his cock. I could tell he was shocked by this, but loved it for sure.
One good thing about being with a young stud is that it didn’t take long for him to recoup. It was a short time later that he was looking for more pussy. We fucked three more times throughout the night (one lying on my back with my legs in the air, one riding him, and yet another missionary), and then another one before he went into the shower in the morning when he took me doggie style.
When Kevin went into the shower, I told him I’d make us breakfast. While I was cooking in the kitchen in just a sweatshirt, Jasmine walked in. “So how was the rest of your night?” she asked.
“It was nice, we had a good time reminiscing.”
“Reminiscing? Is that all you did? You are joking, aren’t you? A hot young stud like him and you reminisced?”
Before I had a chance to answer, Kevin walked in shirtless from the shower. “Oh, hi, Jasmine,” he said, smiling.
Jasmine just smiled at me. Hmm, reminiscing. After Kevin left, I had to fill Jasmine in on all the details. She was so jealous.
Kevin and I didn’t set future dates or exchange phone numbers. Is this a one-time thing? I went back to the “I GO IN” a few days later, but he wasn’t there.
It was a day or two later, just after dinner time, that my doorbell rang. I opened the door, and to my surprise, Kevin was standing there. With a big smile, he said, “I thought you might be ready for some company.”
I asked him in and flew into his arms, “I was ready the next day. What kept you so long?”
We laughed and spent the rest of the night fucking in my house, my pool, and of course, the hot tub. We christened the whole house. That summer was one I had a regular diet of hot wild sex with a hot young stud. It was great, but didn’t end there. He does visit me when he comes home.
I have to confess that I have wondered who else my kids may have as friends who are still in town.
