The College Boy

The process of divorce is never easy. Lawyers, negotiations and arguments always wear both parties down, and it was no different for me.

I had been married to Albert for almost 20 years and we had a beautiful son named Chris. He was already in college and living in another state, so at least the custody issue wasn't a problem.

My ex-husband and I were already doing poorly during Chris's last years of school, and since he was always a boy focused on his studies, we decided to postpone this issue until he went to college, as we were afraid it would get in the way. Even after he was already there, studying dentistry at the same college where his father and I graduated. I didn't tell my son about the divorce until it was all signed, and as soon as he found out by phone, he made time to spend at least one weekend here at home, but he didn't come alone.

It was a hot Friday when Chris and his new friend and roommate, Patrick, arrived from their trip. As much as I thought the friendship was too new to take him on a trip to his mother's house in another state, I would never say no to my son. It was his first few months abroad and I missed him terribly. Besides, I was feeling so lonely that I thought it would be great to have a little extra company to liven up this house that had been so quiet.

I'm a 44-year-old woman, but aside from my modesty, my appearance makes many people believe I'm not that old. With brown hair and eyes, I'm considered tall by the average woman. My body is beautiful due to the years I've dedicated to exercise and good nutrition; my belly is slightly toned, my butt is large, and some muscles like my triceps and quadriceps are visible even when I'm resting. My breasts are medium sized and I'm really happy with them, so much so that I turned down a gift of silicone from my ex-husband.

When they arrived around noon, I went to the stove to cook Chris's favorite dish. That day I wore a green knit dress that reached halfway down my thick thighs and had a thin strap that left a good part of my back and breasts exposed. I look beautiful in it, but that wasn't the intention, I just wanted to wear something light on that hot day.

*Ding Dong*

I had barely finished turning off the stove when the doorbell rang. I smiled broadly, knowing it was my son, and quickly took off the apron I was wearing to avoid getting my dress dirty while cooking, hung it on the wall, and walked to the front door. I was nervous and anxious, so I stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath and finally opened it.

"Hi, Mom!" Chris smiled when he saw me.

He is a little taller than me, still looking like a teenager, with no beard, short blond hair like his father, but with his mother's brown eyes. Speaking of his father, it was Albert who picked them up at the airport and brought them to our... my house.

"Darling, I miss you so much..." I replied, hugging him tightly and then turning to his friend. "And you must be...." I froze not because I'd forgotten his name, but because I was overwhelmed by what I saw.

Patrick is a very handsome, strong young man, taller than Cristiano and me, with white skin, green eyes and black hair. Despite the lack of a beard, he looked like a man, even though he was the same 19 years old as Chris. He had a broad smile, and as a dentist, I couldn't help but notice his well aligned, white, but natural teeth. I'd seen a photo of him with my son on Instagram, but meeting him in person was different.

"Patrick." He said in his thick voice when he realized I wasn't going to finish the sentence. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Patrick. Sorry, I'm terrible with names." I tried to hide it with a smile.

We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and I felt his big hand on my waist.

"It's a pleasure, Ms. Lemos." Patrick made a point of using my last name and not my ex-husband's, even though my son is better known by it, and that immediately won him points with me.

"You can call me Claudia, you don't need all this formality." Before they could say anything, I pointed to the door and said: "Please come in! Lunch is ready and you must be hungry."

"I won't lie to you mom, I'm starving." Chris said as he walked through the door.

Patrick entered soon after without saying a word.

"Son, I made the fricassee you love." I closed the door and followed them in.

"Wow, that's delicious, Mom." Chris walked down the hall, looking for something on the walls.

It was his first time home after the divorce, so I imagine he was looking for the family photos we had there.

"Tell you what, Chris, show Patrick around the house while I set the table for lunch." I said to distract him and keep him from thinking about it.

"Sure!" He replied and started the tour with his friend.

As for me, I went back to the kitchen and got everything ready; tablecloth on the table, plates, cutlery, and food resting on rests so as not to ruin the tablecloth. When everything was ready, I called for lunch and they both burst out laughing.

It warmed my heart as I remembered the times when Chris would bring his friends. It was chaotic having so many boys together, but my son's happiness was always worth the effort.

"That smells good, Mom!" Chris said as he entered the kitchen and smelled the food.

"It looks great, Ms. Claudia." Patrick didn't follow my request to just call me Claudia, but I let it go, I understood that he wanted to be respectful to me.

"Thanks, kids. I hope you like it."

As the two of them sat down at the table, I realized I was missing a drink, so I went to the fridge, opened it, and leaned over to grab a soda from the bottom.  

When I turned around, I had the impression that Patrick was looking at me.

"Coke, Patrick?" I asked holding the drink in my hand.

"Yes, please." He replied a little embarrassed.

"Great, Chris has loved it since he was a kid, even though we try to control him so we don't drink too much." I set the bottle down on the table.

"It's the best drink in the world. Next to the drinks Clara makes at college parties." My son said as I sat down.

The two boys looked at each other and laughed.

"So you go to those parties a lot." I said with a smile and poured myself a glass of Coke. I usually avoid drinking soda because I watch my diet, but since it was a special occasion, I decided to make an exception.

Patrick took the lead and said, half laughing, "Oh, it's good now and then."

"Yep." My son agreed in the same tone.

I know very well that their "now and then" means every weekend, I studied at the same college as them, where I even met my ex-husband at one of those "now and then" parties.  

"Kids, I was your age once. I know how it works."

Like any college student, I've had sex with a few guys at these parties and even kissed a girl or two, but as soon as Albert and I met for the first time, everything changed. This overwhelming passion, meeting of souls. He asked me to marry him a few months before graduation, and right after graduation we exchanged vows at a beautiful party. It didn't take long for the fruit of our union to arrive and we decided that we would only have one child so that we could give it everything we could. So right after giving birth, I ran to my gynecologist and started taking birth control.

"Mom??!!!"

Patrick and I looked at each other and laughed at Chris's reaction.

"What's the problem? Did you think you were the only ones having fun in life?"

"I don't even want to imagine what that was like."

We had lunch and talked a lot, inevitably focusing on college, how things were in the past and how they are now. I admit that I ended up paying a little more attention to Patrick than to my son, and from time to time I caught him smiling at me.

At the end of lunch, Chris asked me: "Mom, is it okay if I put the Xbox on the TV in the living room?"

"Of course, son! Go ahead, let Mom do the dishes and put everything away."

"Thanks, mom!" he thanked me as he stood up and walked past me.

"Thank you, Ms. Claudia." Patrick did the same.

"Have fun, kids!"

-----

In the evening, after they'd gone to a party with Chris's old friends, I got into bed in my white baby-doll pajamas with the cherry print and decided to check out Patrick's Instagram.

By the time I realized it, I'd been mesmerized for about 10 minutes, scrolling through his feed and opening almost every photo. It was nice to see his physical development from the little boy in his teens to the strong man he is now as a young adult.  

I became obsessed with one photo in particular. One of him in just a swim trunks and sunglasses at the edge of a pool, probably at a pool party.

God, what a belly... and the bulge showing through the fabric...

In the middle of my trance, my best friend called me on a video call. I got into bed and answered.

"Hi, Clau." While I was getting ready for bed in my pajamas, Andrea was all dressed up in makeup, jewelry, and a red dress.

"Hi, girl, where are you going?"

"Remember Fernando? The guy I told you about last week?"

"The argentinian you met at the cafe?"

"That's the one. He asked me out to a super fancy restaurant. I'm just waiting for him to pick me up.

"That's great, Andrea, I hope this is finally the guy."

Since high school, she'd been jumping from guy to guy, always claiming he wasn't the one.

"But how are things with Chris and his friend?"

"Everything's great, they arrived at lunchtime, we ate together, caught up on some chat, in the afternoon they played some games in the living room and now Chris has taken him to a party, they should be back very late."

"That's great. Tell me about this friend."

"Oh, he's really nice, he knows how to talk, he's funny..." 

Before I could finish, my friend cut me off.

"No, Clau, I want to know HOW he is." She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh!" I don't know why I didn't see that one coming. "Well... He's handsome.

Of course, I had a stronger opinion to offer, but I was loath to say that my son's friend is very hot.

"That's it? Send me his Instagram."

I took advantage of the fact that the profile was already open and shared the link, and she couldn't hide it when she opened his profile.

"GIRL! This guy is hot, look at his six-pack... My God, did you see the picture of him in his swim trunks?"

A little embarrassed, I said: "I did, I did."

"Is he single? When are you going to pick him up?"

I widened my eyes and shook my head negatively. "Are you crazy, girl?"

"What's the problem?" She shrugged.

"Well, first of all, he's my son's friend, and secondly, a boy like him would never want anything to do with a older woman like me."

"Oh, Clau, these boys are crazy about women our age. What do they call them?"

"MILF. I've already caught Chris watching porn of them."

"So! I'm sure Patrick has watched a lot of porn as well. Didn't you notice anything about him? A different look, a smile?"

"I had the impression that he looked at me, yes, but nothing too serious."

"Oh, see? I'm sure if you just whistle, he'll go to you."

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that he's my son's friend."

"That makes it even better. Think of the adrenaline rush of fucking your son's friend while he's at home. The danger of getting caught at any moment. Having to be careful not to moan out loud. When was the last time you did that?"

Andrea was right. I couldn't remember my last adventure after getting married, although sex had never been a problem in our relationship. Besides, I hadn't slept with anyone since the divorce.

"Look, I won't deny it's tempting, but I don't know."

"It's not for me to decide." A car horn sounded and she looked back. "Look, Fernando's here, I have to go. Kisses, girl, and have fun, huh!"

"Bye, Andrea, kisses."

She really made me think. I left my cell phone on the bedside table and turned over to go to sleep, but all I could think about was Patrick.  

I thought all this delirium might be caused by the time I hadn't had sex. Andrea even gave me a dildo after the divorce, but I didn't get to try it either. Until I got up, opened my closet and took the thing out of the box. It was big, black and full of veins.

Laying me back down and tanking off my pajama shorts, I ran my fingers over my private parts to see if I was ready for it and saw that I wasn't wet enough yet. My imagination had to help me at that moment. I closed my eyes and imagined the most cliché situation possible as I began to stimulate my clit.

I got out of bed in my pajamas and went to Patrick's guest room, opened the door and noticed that he wasn't exactly asleep. There was a light on under the covers and some movement. I went into the bedroom to ask if he needed help, and Patrick came out from under the covers looking scared and saying it wasn't what I thought. I pulled the covers off him myself and saw him naked with his hard cock pointing at the ceiling. There was a picture of me on his cell phone, even though I was dressed, it was enough to drive a young man like that crazy. I immediately got on the bed and knelt between his spread legs, grabbing his cock with my hand.

By this time I was wet enough to try out the black dildo. I turned it on and was a little startled by the strength of the vibration, but after I adjusted it, I began to slowly insert it into me. I couldn't help but moan, especially since I was alone at home.

As I got used to the feeling of the dildo inside me, my imagination went into overdrive.

Patrick held the back of my head while I sucked his cock, so loudly that the boy asked: "What about your son?" I ignored the question and continued sucking until I almost choked.

Outside of my head, I began to wriggle with excitement and pleasure. Even though fucking myself with a dildo wasn't as good as a real man, this thing did a really good job.

I took off my shorts and began to sit on Patrick with my hands on his broad, muscular chest. I started slowly, moving my hips more than really jumping, but I gradually picked up the pace. His hands roamed my back and waist until my breasts bounced with gravity and the bed creaked with each impact. His hands squeezed my ass and in the midst of the chaos the climax came and I was filled with this boy's hot cum.

Not only did I come in my imagination, I came out of it. Practically screaming, I had countless spasms of pleasure, it was a powerful orgasm, the likes of which I hadn't had in a long time, not even with my ex-husband.

I took the vibrator out of me, turned it off and left it on the bed next to me as if I was having sex with a real man. Dazed and taking deep breaths, I soon managed to get a good night's sleep, apparently free of those dirty thoughts about my son's boyfriend. Apparently

-----

The next morning I got up early as usual. I stretched, got out of bed in just my pajama top, walked out onto my bedroom balcony and saw that it was another beautiful sunny day. Perfect for relaxing and sunbathing by the pool.

Of course, I remembered that my son and Patrick were in the house, but considering the time they'd gotten home from the party, I figured they'd wake up much later and I'd be dressed by then.

I took off my pajamas and opened my drawers, still naked, looking for my smallest bikini so I could show off the little tan lines I love. I put on the pieces of the black bikini in front of the mirror, I felt very good about my body that day, so I took the opportunity to admire myself. I turned from side to side, front and back, looking at every angle.

Without making a sound, I left the room and sneaked downstairs to the pool, where I lay down on the sun lounger. There I began to relax, feeling the warm sun on my skin, it is like therapy for me.

Some time passed and I was already on my back, tanning the back of my body. My bottom up and my face to the side on a towel. Some parts of my body started to sweat as the sun got stronger.

Suddenly I heard a noise coming from inside the house. It was footsteps, the boys had woken up earlier than I expected. But only Patrick appeared first, and both he and I were startled by the other's unexpected presence.

"Patrick?!" I said, turning around on the sunbed and propping myself up on my elbows.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Claudia. I didn't know you were here." He said, clearly trying to hide his eyes under my body.

"That's all right. I just thought you'd be up later, I saw you got home late from the party." I had to admit that I had to hide my look as well.

Patrick was wearing only a pair of blue swimming trunks that showed off his shapely body. He was like a Greek god, even better up close than in an Instagram photo. And the bulge in his thong was very tempting.

"Oh, I usually get up early like this every day to work out, and I didn't drink much yesterday." He said with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, I can tell you are you're working out well." The sentence came out almost by accident.

Patrick thanked me with a cheerful laugh. "Thanks, I guess you should do some exercises as well."

I won't deny that it was great to hear that, because it was the closest he could come to calling his friend's mother hot at that moment.

"I've been taking care of my body since I was young..." I looked at myself, as if to give him permission to take advantage of that, and also to look at my shapely stomach, dripping with sweat from the heat. "... But nothing too exaggerated, you know? I like to keep it more feminine."

"I understand, personally I like it better that way too."

A tension grew between us, the attraction was clear. A brief silence after his last sentence, soon broken by the loud sound of footsteps coming from inside.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!" It was Chris running and jumping straight into the pool.

"Chris, I told you to be careful around the pool!" I said, sitting down on the edge of the deck chair.

"Mom, relax!" Chris said as he came out of the water. "Come here, Patrick, don't be embarrassed."

I looked over my shoulder at Patrick and noticed that he was staring at my ass pressed into the plastic. When he saw that I'd noticed, he took a few steps and politely stepped into the pool.

"See, Chris? This is how you get in." I pointed at Patrick.

"Okay, sorry." He apologized and raised his palms.

I adjusted the sun lounger to a 45-degree angle and lay down again. Now I could keep an eye on the two of them, but more specifically on one of them.

While they pretended to fight underwater or throw a ball at each other, I took the opportunity to spy on Patrick a little more. At one point he noticed and my first reaction was to try to look the other way, but my dull smile gave me away. When I tried to look again, he was the one grinning at me as my son went into the water to hold his breath. From then on, we exchanged secret glances whenever Chris was distracted.

With my heart racing and heat rising between my legs, I felt alive with this flirt. Nervousness and fear gripped me as they had so long ago.

If only Chris wasn't here... the things I would do with that boy.  I thought to myself.

That's when I realized that my friend was right, that I deserved to experience such a feeling, to feel the adrenaline rush of the danger of a forbidden affair, to feel the fear of getting caught.

So I decided to take the risk.

In one of the glances that Patrick and I exchanged, I gave a slight nod in the direction of the kitchen door, then got up and walked in, sure that he would follow.

A few seconds later I heard him say: "I'm going to get some water."

I kept my back to the door as he came to the sight of my ass.

"You can get me a glass Ms. Claudia, I don't want to come into your kitchen wet." He said standing in the doorway with a naughty smile on his face from what I saw when I looked back.

"Come in anyway, I'll wipe it off later." I slowly turned to face him. If the bulge had been obvious before with the dry thong, now that it was wet, his cock showed even more.

Patrick walked over to me carefully so as not to slip and we stood face to face, looking deep into each other's eyes and feeling each other's breath.

I took the initiative, grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. At first it was a long, heavy contact of the lips, but soon our mouths opened and we were enveloped in a hot kiss. I could feel the contrast between the cold water on his body and the hot sweat on mine.

With my hands still on his face, I felt his cock grow inside his swim trunks and press against me. He already had a firm grip on my waist with his big hands, but then he moved them down a little further to my ass, squeezing it hard enough to make me moan into his mouth.

I returned the advance by running one of my hands down his wet torso, feeling every little bud until I got inside his swim trunks. I took a firm hold of his cock and confirmed what I had imagined. It was big and thick, with veins I could feel in the palm of my hand.

We paused for a few seconds to look at each other while I jerked him off. I smiled when he let out a low moan and made a "shhh!" with my index finger on his lips.

Suddenly he picked me up and put me on the  counter.

I sighed in surprise: "We're crazy."

Patrick held me by the waist again while he kissed my neck. I remembered that he was going back to the pool from there and couldn't take a mark like that with him, so I ended up just running my hands over those back muscles. He moved his hands to my breasts and pulled a piece of fabric out of my bikini. Just enough for my nipple to pop out and for him to suck on it, making me even hornier.

"Son of a bitch." I cursed softly as I tangled my fingers in his black hair.

"Is this how you greet your son's friends?" He asked as he took his mouth off my nipple and returned to my neck, rubbing his hand over my bikini bottoms.

My legs were shaking, all I wanted at that moment was to beg him to put his cock inside me and fuck me right there in my kitchen, but unfortunately we weren't alone in the house.

"Are you drinking all the water in the house? What's taking so long?" It was Chris, still in the pool, calling for his friend.

Our making out was interrupted and we separated and I got off the countertop.

"Go back, let me wipe it off here," I said in a low tone as I repaired my bikini.

"I'll be right back, I was really thirsty." Will called back.

I said before he could turn away: "Later in my bedroom, after you get back from the game."

With a wide, mischievous grin, he agreed and went back to the pool, trying to hide his erection. I, on the other hand, wiped the floor and went straight to the shower, but with my mind fully focused on what was going to happen that night.

-----

I was lying on my bed under a light sheet when I heard the sound of a car braking and then a "Bye, Dad" from my son.

The boys had finally returned, so I spent the three hours they were gone getting ready for Patrick with a very hot bath, a meticulous waxing of my privates and legs, and my most expensive moisturizer to make my skin soft.

Chris, like a good son, knocked three times on my bedroom door and opened it just enough to stick his head in.

"We're in here, mom, I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep soon, okay? I'm really tired."

I cheered inside when I heard that. I can't deny that I was afraid that he would arrive too excited and ruin my plans.

"All right, son. Tell me how it went tomorrow, did we win?"

I've never been one to follow soccer, but I've always "cheered" for the same team as Chris when he started to enjoy the sport.

"Of course we won." He smiled back. "Good night, mom, I love you."

"I love you too, Chris, good night."

As soon as he closed the door, I pulled out my cell phone and texted Patrick. I had taken his number the day before when they left for the party in case I couldn't reach my son.

Claudia: Don't forget to come here and say good night.

A few seconds later I got the answer.

Patrick: I'm getting ready for you

Patrick: ????

I pressed one thigh against the other and bit my lower lip when I saw the photo. It was a selfie of him in just a towel, about to get in the shower, with his whole torso showing, but only half of his face.

Claudia:...

Claudia: I need you here now!

I couldn't answer any more. My heart was pounding with fear, my body seemed to need this boy.

Patrick: As soon as your son falls asleep

It was a long 20 minutes from the last message to the two light knocks on my door.

I jumped out of bed like a child on a day trip and got ready. I loosened my robe a bit to show some of my body and opened the door slowly to avoid any noise.

There he was, wearing only a pair of black boxers, with that damn sly smile on his face. I looked him up and down and he did the same with me.

I motioned for him to come in and with him came a strong smell of perfume that made me close my eyes briefly to enjoy it as I locked the door. Male perfume has always been a weakness of mine.

"Hello, Ms. Claudia." He insisted on the formality as he devoured me with his eyes.

"Are you going to keep calling me that?" I asked, opening my robe and letting it slide down my arms to the floor.

I was completely naked in front of him and his eyes took a long time to appreciate what I was offering.

"Now I can call you whatever you want." Patrick replied as he turned his eyes back to my face.

"Oh yeah?" I walked the few steps that separated us until my body was as close to his as it had been earlier in the kitchen. I put my right hand on his waist and my left hand went up his neck while my face went up the other side. Then I whispered directly into his ear: "So tonight you can call me your whore!"

I felt his goosebumps on my hand and I moved my face back in front of his, a little lower because of the difference in height, and I saw such desire in his eyes as I hadn't seen in a man in a long time.

He put one hand on my lower back and brought our bodies even closer together, his other hand pulling my face so we could kiss again.

It was even better than the morning kiss, with more passion and desire. All the teasing since he'd arrived at my house had been fuel for us to finally get that fire burning.

My two hands roamed over his broad, muscular back while he grabbed my ass again, squeezing both buttocks in his hands. His cock was growing in his underwear and I could feel it pressing against me again.

Suddenly he lifted me in his strong arms, laid me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, making a little noise.

"Careful!" I warned as I broke the kiss. "Remember, my son is at the end of the corridor."

Patrick didn't answer me with words, but with kisses on my neck. I sighed as he stimulated such a sensitive part of my body.  

He didn't stop there, he went down a little further and finished with my breasts. While he sucked on one, he squeezed the other and drove me even crazier by messing with his hair.

When he was satisfied, he continued his way, kissing my belly gently until he reached my private parts and I could even feel his breath down there.

To tease me even more, he lightly kissed the surface of my pussy, making me gasp with each touch. With the pressure of my hand on his head, I made it clear what I wanted.

Then I finally felt his lips against my pussy and a suck on my clit. I let out a moan, Patrick looked at me without stopping sucking, he seemed to be amused by my attempt to be quiet. I covered my mouth with my hand, hoping that would be enough.

My other hand continued to press down on his face while my thighs squeezed the sides of his head.

I could feel his cold tongue trying to penetrate me until it finally did. He varied his movements inside me, driving me wilder with each variation.

Little by little I got closer and closer to cumming, squirming more and more. The bastard still looked at me, trying to appreciate the result of his work.

Covering my mouth was no longer enough, so I bit my forearm and climaxed. I gripped his head even tighter with my legs while the rest of my body shook completely. I felt the pain of my bite and we were just getting started.

While I was still recovering, Patrick took the opportunity to remove his underwear. He got down on his knees between my legs and I could finally see his cock, even in the dim light, it was as big and thick as I had imagined when I took it in my hand.

He teased me some more, slapping his cock against my pussy and rubbing the head against my entrance.

"What are you waiting for?" I had to ask, my voice trembling with excitement.

"For my whore to ask."

I grinned mischievously. "Fuck me, Patrick! Fuck your bitch." It was a little louder than we'd been talking before, but still quiet enough not to be heard outside.

He didn't dare provoke me any further, he just slowly slid his cock in until our pelvises collided. I felt every inch of it penetrating me, making its way through my inner walls.

Maybe letting a college boy fuck me without a condom wasn't one of my wisest choices, but I can tell you that fortunately I didn't catch anything.

Patrick held my legs open with both hands, one on each thigh, my knees bent. He slowly slid his cock in and out, admiring the expression on my face as I tried to keep from moaning.

Inevitably, I let out a moan or two as he gradually picked up the pace, still avoiding making a sound as our bodies collided. Even he began to grunt with pleasure.

"Does your whore's pussy feel good?" I asked.

"Very very good!" He replied, releasing my legs and leaning under me a little.

I lifted my legs and let them point to the ceiling while he had both hands on the mattress for support.

"Yeah... keep going..." Without meaning to, I moaned a little louder than I should have.

"Careful." Patrick put his index finger to my lips. "Remember, your son is at the end of that corridor."

I smiled openly and pulled him close so we could kiss. Now that he was completely on top of me, I crossed my legs around his hips. In this position, it was possible for him to go deeper without making any noise.

Patrick stopped kissing me with a grunt after I scratched his back.

"No pool for you tomorrow." I whispered in his ear.

"Then you can make it harder."

So I did. I left my fingernail marks on a good part of the boy's broad back.

"How I wish I could hear you moan out loud." He said.

"I'd scream your name for the whole neighborhood to hear."

Every dirty word made him thrill inside me, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

"Turn!" He ordered in my ear and pulled out of me.

I just rolled over on my stomach on the mattress and immediately felt his hand squeezing my ass.

"I've been imagining this scene all day, ever since I saw you with your ass up at the pool."

I looked back and saw him almost slap me, but he settled for another squeeze.

"I've wanted this ever since I saw you come into my house."

He sat on my legs and inserted his cock into my pussy again. This time he pushed it in all at once, without hesitation.

I bit the pillow as he thrust into me with his hand on my neck. I squeezed one leg against the other so my pussy was tighter around his cock.

"Fuck..." He groaned and increased the force he was pushing into me.

The problem was that the bed started to creak a little and I could only imagine what Patrick would do to me when we were alone and he could give it his all.

Then he lay down under my back and put his arms between my chest and the mattress as if in a hug. I could hear his panting in my ear and I was on the verge of coming again.

"Will you come again, my little slut?"

No words came out of my mouth. I just managed to wiggle my face a little to indicate yes.

"Then come on my cock."

My eyes rolled back and it was a good thing I had the pillow to bite down on to muffle the sound of my orgasm. My spasms ended up being contained in his arms.

"Fuck. Cumming like that almost got me there too."

"Finish inside me." I asked, dropping the pillow from my mouth. "I want to feel everything."

"Are you sure?" He paused briefly.

"Of course, I've been on birth control since Chris was born, so you can cum without fear."

I couldn't see clearly, but I could imagine the smile on the boy's face when he heard that sentence from his friend's mother.

Patrick squeezed me tighter in his arms, relieving the weight of his body on mine, I don't know how he managed to go even deeper inside me.

I heard his breathing get even harder and finally I felt his cock throb and shoot all that hot cum into my pussy.

"Yeah... give it all to me."

His grunts ended up being a little loud. I just hoped they weren't loud enough.

He released me, pulled out of me and lay on my side.

We both lay still, catching our breath. My face, still on the side of the pillow, allowed me to stare at the boy.

Patrick was staring at the ceiling and his dick still hadn't softened.

"That was..." He said as he turned to me.

"Incredible." I added as I stood next to him.

We stared at each other for a few more seconds, his eyes darting from one part of my face to another. Mine probably did, too. It could just be the aftereffects of the orgasm on us, but there was a lot of chemistry there.

"I... I think you'd better go back to bed." I said with a tightness in my chest. I didn't want him to leave yet, I wanted more of this boy.

"I'm already in bed." He made it harder by putting his hand on my waist and moving closer to me.

"I'd like you to stay, but..." He cut me off with a kiss. "... Chris..." I fought reason as our mouths parted. "... he might wake up."

"Then let him wake up!" Patrick climbed back on top of me and I felt his still soft cock pressed against my body.

"But..." He kissed my neck, running his hand down my body, and I tried to find arguments not to risk it again. "... I'm still dirty." 

"We can use the back door."

I was surprised, I admit. I'm one of those people who think anal sex is a prize, only for those who deserve it. So much so that the only men who have ever fucked my ass were my first boyfriend, to whom I lost all kinds of virginity in high school, and then my ex-husband, but only after we were married. Doing the same thing with my son's friend was crazy by my standards, but I'd already come this far, wouldn't this be just one more crazy thing among many?

"Lie down." I nodded.

Patrick lay back down and just like in my dream the night before, I knelt down on the mattress next to him, leaned over and with my ass up, grabbed his still soft cock, but already showing signs of life, and started kissing the side, gently up to the head. I kissed my way down and licked my way up.

"Humph." He sighed, stretched out and put his hand on my ass.  

I cupped the tip of his cock with my lips and sucked lightly on the sensitive head.

God bless youth! I thought as I felt his member grow hard in my mouth. I couldn't remember the last time my husband had gone round and round so quickly.

Patrick used his free hand to squeeze the back of my head while the other squeezed my ass.

It wasn't the best position, but I caught a glimpse of his satisfied expression out of the corner of my eye.

In no time at all, slowly moving his head up and down, that cock was ready for action again. I have to admit I hesitated to let go, it felt like my mouth was made for sucking that cock, I could have stayed there for hours, but unfortunately we didn't have any free hours to spend on that.

I took my mouth off his member and lay down again, this time on my side of the bed with my back to Patrick. He didn't waste any time and quickly approached me and grabbed me from behind while I stretched to open the drawer of the bedside table to find some lube. There was no way I could take that cock in my ass without a little help.

I didn't want to find it quickly, it was too good to feel him kissing my back and playing with my ass while I searched.

"You're so hot." I felt his warm breath on mine.

When I got the lube, I opened it, put some in my hand and gave him the rest.

"Here, spread it on your cock."

While he did that, I smeared the little I'd taken onto the entrance to my anus.

"Have you done this before?" I asked, looking back at him.

"No." He answered too quickly to be true.

I giggled and turned to face him. "Idiot."

I heard his laugh back as a hand opened my buttocks.  

"Ready?"

"No, but go anyway."

I was a little insecure about it, even though I really wanted to. As I said, I hadn't had anal sex many times, and Patrick's cock was definitely bigger than the ones that had gone in there before.

"Relax, I'll do it gently." He already had the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

It felt like he was the older, more experienced one, and I was a shy little girl having my first time.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." I moaned louder than I wanted to as I felt the cock penetrating my ass, widening the walls of my rectum. Thank God that lubricant was top quality.

"Wow, even those college girls' asses aren't that tight." He said when he got as deep as he could.

I giggled a little. It was good to take my mind off the pain.

"Make good use of it, you're going back to them tomorrow." I glanced at him.

"You got it." Patrick pulled out at the same speed as he came in and by the time he penetrated me again, it was less painful.

So, as he fucked me, I got used to all that size back there, and the pleasure overcame the pain, until it was even better than the times I'd done anal with my exes.

With a more advanced rhythm, our bodies glued together and increasingly sweaty, Patrick ran his hand over my belly and I stretched my neck wide so that he could kiss me there.

"Oh God...." It was hard to hold back the moans again, I let myself go a little and didn't use the same tricks to stifle them. I just hoped they weren't loud enough.

I felt his hand grab my breasts and squeeze hard. I turned my face towards him as much as I could and we kissed a little sideways.

"Your cock is so good inside me." I said between kisses.

"You know how to drive me crazy."

I turned my face forward again and Patrick lightly pushed my back and slid his fingers along my skin until his hand was on my ass.

His breathing was loud, but I could tell he was holding back his moans.

Suddenly he pulled out of me, and before I could even complain about the emptiness I felt behind me, Patrick got down on his knees and penetrated my anus again, with much more ease than before.

In that position I could see him fucking me in all the glory of that Greek deity.

"Fuck your whore's ass, Patrick." The more we fucked and the crazier we got, the more we forgot our surroundings and the more danger we were in.

"I'm going to cum again." He warned me, pressing his fingers hard into the flesh of my thigh.

"Go on... fill my asshole like you did my pussy.

A few more thrusts and I felt the honey again. My anus was so tight around that cock that I could clearly feel every pulse as it filled me.

When he fell to the side, I didn't know what to say or do. I kept still, catching my breath and trying to understand what had happened.

I looked at the time on my cell phone and saw that we were already well into the night.

"I think you'd better go to bed." I turned to him.

"I really want to sleep here with you." He said with his face sideways on the pillow.

That was more sweet than naughty.

"Me too..." It really would have been great to feel the warmth and affection of a man sleeping with me, but I couldn't risk any more than I already had. "... But we've already risked a lot."

"I know..." Patrick sat up and stared at me for a few more seconds. "... You're Incredible, Claudia."

I gave a silly smile, that boy managed to make me shy even after all that.

"You too, Patrick." I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Now go on, I'll take you to the airport tomorrow."

I watched him get out of bed and put his underwear back on and we said goodnight, but I was still far from asleep. Everything was a mess, my bed and especially me. I ran to the shower and took a hot bath to calm down and wash all the dirt out of my two holes. Then, still naked, I changed the sheet stained with some of Patrick's cum that had dripped out of me.

Only then, with everything tidied up, did I lie down gracefully naked, breathing deeply and very satisfied.

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A few hours later my cell phone rang and woke me up with some difficulty. I was so relaxed that I just wanted to go back to sleep, but I still had to take the boys to the airport. I stretched out on the edge of the bed, I could still feel traces of last night on my body, especially my anus, which was still a little sore.

I put on a navy blue jeans, a white tank top and block heeled clogs. I applied some basic makeup as I was about to leave the house and went to see if the boys had woken up.

"College was good for you." I joked when I saw my son not only up, but already dressed and packing his suitcase in his room.

"Hi, mom." He came to hug me. "Good morning."

"Good morning, son." I hugged him back. "Are you going to eat?"

"No need, Mom, we'll be fine."

"All right then."

I went into the living room and there was Patrick sitting on the sofa, fiddling with his cell phone, with his suitcase on the floor.

"Good morning Patrick." I said with a big smile on my face. "Did you sleep well?"

He put his phone down and smiled back at me. "Good morning, I slept well and I hope you did too."

"You can be sure I slept very well." I left him behind and went into the kitchen, but I honestly expected him to follow me.

As I poured myself a glass of water, I felt his presence behind me, coming closer and closer until he put his hand on my waist and sniffed my neck.

I shivered and turned to face him, with very little space between us. "Are you crazy?" The words didn't match how I really felt.

"You drove me crazy." He tried to kiss me, but I pulled away at the last second.

"My son is awake and will be down soon." I pressed against his chest, but he stayed still.

"We'll stop when we hear him coming down the stairs." Patrick kissed my neck softly.

"Patrick..." I sighed and let him stay a little longer. "... It's serious."

He pulled away and raised his hands. "I'm sorry, it's just that I really want to stay."

"Look, I think you have a good reason to want to come back now. I'd love to have you back." I gave him a cheeky smile. "Although you might forget me when you get back to those college girls."

Patrick laughed. "You're unforgettable, Ms. Claudia."

It's amazing how he can make a 44-year-old woman feel like a little girl again.

I looked at the kitchen door and then back at him. "Come here, let's say goodbye properly." I said, waving my index finger at him.

Of course he came at the same moment and we make out like crazy, in a hurry, because we would be interrupted at any moment. Patrick really made the most of this last moment, grabbing my breasts, running his hand down my back and waist and squeezing my ass tightly through my jeans. I also had my share of hands under his shirt to feel that belly one last time.

It was then that we heard footsteps on the stairs and we separated at the same pace as we approached.

"All done, mom." My son said from the kitchen door, suitcase in hand.

"Shall we go then?" I asked, looking at them.

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Saying goodbye at the airport wasn't easy, I really wanted to keep them at home longer, but it was just as well. The way things were heating up between Patrick and me, we were going to take more risks every day we spent together.

When I got home, back to my routine, something told me that this story wasn't over.