(F)ucked my best friend’s son while she slept upstairs…

This story begins when I was 44 (I’m 46 now) and single. So was my friend. And one Friday night – the first in a looooong time – we decided that we’d get dressed up and go into town. I decided to stop at hers as she lives about half an hour away and the taxi price increased drastically in that half an hour so it made sense for us to stop in one place.

I went round and got ready at their house, where she lived with her 18 year old son. He was also going out with his friends but hadn’t left before I got there. When I finished getting ready I was wearing a figure flattering black dress with matching black heels. Beneath that dress was a little thong, but no bra. I’m 5’6 with a good figure. I’m no model but I’m slim with toned legs, a good size bum and a rather exciting DD bra size. Enough to impress an 18 year old boy at least, as I could tell when he entered the room and struggled to avert his gaze from my cleavage. My friend caught him looking and gave him a bit of a scolding, but I just giggled, winked and blew him a playful kiss out of the sight of his mother.

Anyway, skip forward to 2am and my friend and I are back at her place. She goes straight to bed and leaves me to sleep on the sofa. Skip forward another hour or so and her son comes stumbling through the door. Alone. He tries to be quiet, bless him, but he wakes me up when he goes through to the kitchen for water. When he comes back into the room, I’m sat up on the sofa with my blanket around me. I’m wearing just my thong underneath. I think he knows that too. He comes through to the living room and apologises for waking me. I tell him it’s fine. Ask him if he had a good night and he expresses his disappointment that his friend pulled a “worldie” while he had to come home alone. Laughing, and a little tipsy, I asked him if he was just going to be making love to himself tonight. And he said he probably would. Which was pretty forward of him.

So at that point, I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the way he was looking at me, but I decided to do my good deed for the day. I let my blanket slip a little, so that it still hid my nipples but showed a good bit of boob. I asked him if that would help him when he went upstairs. And he nodded. So I let it slip a little more. And the blanket fell beneath my breasts. I asked him if that helped. And he nodded again. He looked away, as if he was embarrassed to see them. And I knew at that point I was going to have to take it if I wanted it.

I stood up from the sofa, letting the blanket fall completely and showing my body to him. I walked over to him where he back up against the fireplace and I placed my hand on his crotch. He definitely liked what he was seeing. I told him I knew that he looked at me when I came round. I told him I knew when he came to my house as a young teenager to see my son, I knew that he went through my panty drawer. That scared him. And stiffened him. I asked him how much he wanked over me growing up. And he said he still did.

I took his hand and placed it between my own legs, allowing him to feel how wet I was. How wet I was for him. I slid his hand into my panties and he took over from there, rubbing my slit, slipping his fingers inside me. I moaned a lot. I’ve always been a screamer, but I bit into his neck to stop me from being too loud. We definitely didn’t want to be waking his mother. He told me I should suck his dick to make me be quiet – somehow getting confidence from how horny he was I imagine. But I did as I was told and I dropped to my knees. I know what I’m doing when I suck cock. I teased his head before bobbing back and forth on his shaft. He had to pull me away from his throbbing dick as he was about to cum. He told me it was “too good” and that he wanted to cum inside me. remaining on fucked my best friend’s son while she slept upsatirs

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