The College Boy Ch. 02

NOTE: As the title says, this story is a sequel. Please read the previous one for a better understanding.

-----

I tried to get on with my life after that weekend. I worked normally, did my daily exercises, ate well, and even had a date that ended in sex.

The problem was that while I was doing all of this, Patrick was on my mind and no matter how hard I tried to push him away, he kept coming back. And the worst part? We hadn't spoken since we said goodbye at the airport. The memory of him was enough to keep me obsessed with this 19-year-old boy. I hit rock bottom at a date I had in the meantime. The man was a patient of mine. I know, "the lack of ethics in dating a patient and all and blablabla."

When Frank found out about my divorce, he got up the courage to ask me out to dinner and I accepted. A little older than me, about my height, with a bit of a belly, but still charming. He picked me up at home, took me to an expensive place and paid for everything, and the conversation was... normal? It wasn't bad, but also nothing to get excited about, not least because I already knew him a bit from all the life talk while he was lying on my dentist chair.

Even without much excitement, I invited him into my house, and without wasting much time, I grabbed him before he had even closed the front door. I tried to be wild, like the night with Patrick, giving him a loud, intense and wet kiss, but Frank seemed scared. I insisted on that intensity, threw his clothes on the way to my room, pushed him onto the bed, took off my red dress and joined him. When I pulled down his underwear, his cock was still soft and I had to try hard to get it up, but I managed, luckily I'm good at blowjobs.

Frank asked me to lie down and leave it to him, and then I thought I'd get what I wanted, but once again it was... normal. He fucked me missionary position, just like Patrick, but the performance of the two was incomparable, which is understandable given the age difference. I was the one who had unfairly set my expectations too high.

I didn't come close to coming, but at a moment when things were really improving, I made a serious mistake.

"Yeah Patrick, fuck my pussy!" I moaned out loud.

I immediately realized my mistake and even tried to cover it up, but he noticed and I could see that he noticed. What was getting better got worse. At least he managed to cum and lay down beside me. I forgot to mention that he insisted on wearing a condom. Although I would have liked him without it, as you already know is my preference, it was good that I didn't have to get up to take care of it. Frank got up and threw it in the bathroom.

When he came back, he started picking up his clothes. The least I could do to make up for changing his name was to ask him to sleep there with me, and so we did. We went our separate ways, he in his underwear and I in the beautiful black lace panties I'd worn under my dress on the date.

The morning couldn't have been any different: I woke up alone in bed, with no messages and no future appointments with this patient.

"Girl, why don't you text Patrick?" Andrea asked me as soon as I'd told her about the date.

We were drinking wine in my living room.

"I don't know if I should, this weekend has been crazy enough." I stared at the turned off TV, memories flooding my mind.

"I think your body is itching for another crazy time." She pulled my face up so I could look at her again.

"Yeah... that much is clear." I took a deep breath and took a sip of my drink.

"It's called cock love. You know I understand." He winked at me.

"That boy makes me so insecure, he's probably gone back to dating girls his own age and forgotten all about me."

"I really doubt that. Those girls are all the same, you're an older woman and you're the mother of his friend."

"Don't say that, I feel like a terrible mother for doing that." I looked away again, this time at the coffee table.

"My point is that he should remember these moments as much as you do."

"And why hasn't he texted me since?" I frowned, it bothered me a little, even though I'd done the same thing.

"Maybe for the same reason you did. Maybe he think you're bored with men your own age and forgot about him." She took a sip. "The way you're insecure, maybe he is too. He's diminishing himself because he's still a college boy."

I smiled shyly and looked back at my friend. "How come you always know what to say to me?"

"Girl, if there's one thing I understand in this life, it's relationships."

"Okay, I'll text him tomorrow."

Tomorrow came and I spent the day thinking about it. I tried to think of the best way to talk to Patrick, as if it were something super complex when he's just a college kid. It was only when I got home from work in the middle of the afternoon that I plucked up the courage.

Claudia: Hi, is my son with you? I'm trying to talk to him.

Okay, I couldn't be direct.

Patrick: Hi

Patrick: Chris is next to me on his cell phone and I haven't seen a call from you.

Claudia: That's good, you're the one I want to talk to.

Patrick: Good :)

Patrick: I thought you didn't want to talk to me after.... you know.

Claudia: I thought YOU didn't want to talk to me anymore.

Claudia: I've been waiting for a message from you all this time. I thought you'd forgotten me.

Patrick: I've already told you that you are unforgettable, Ms. Claudia.

And he managed to make me blush with his text.

Patrick: I only respected your decision if you regretted it.

Patrick: I know that your situation is much more complicated than mine.

Claudia: How could I regret something that was so good?

Claudia: I... I think about it every day.

Patrick: Me too.

Patrick: I jerked off in the bathroom just thinking about our sex.

I laughed out loud alone in the kitchen.

Claudia: Well... let's just say that I have also used my vibrator a few times.

Patrick: Do you want to call me?

Patrick: I can go somewhere quieter, away from Chris.

Claudia: I'd like to hear your voice again.

Patrick: Wait a minute

While I was waiting for his call, I filled my water bottle and went to my room to lie down. I spent about 2 or 3 minutes on Instagram and then I got the call.

"Hi." I said awkwardly as I answered.

"Hi, Ms. Claudia." He answered.

This boy has an unbelievable power to make me relive things that are so far removed from my life. Being there in my bed under the comforter, wearing fluffy pyjamas and nervous about being in contact with someone was something I thought would stay with me in my teens, but there I was, going through the same thing at 44.

"Are you away from my son?"

"Yep."

"Good. How are things going there?"

I actually wanted to know about the girls at college, but I was afraid of sounding too jealous.

"Oh, you know how it is, that end-of-semester rush."

"Are you studying?"

"Yes, and your son has helped me a lot. He's a good friend, you've brought him up well."

"Yeah, but that's a lot of him too, he's always been studious like that." And now I'm a terrible mother for being involved with his friend. "Speaking of which, what do you think about spending another weekend here at my house? I can help you study."

"Just you and me?" I could hear the sound of a smile on the other end.

"Just you and me this time!"

"You have no idea how much I'd like that."

I shivered with happiness.

"But it's to study, okay?"

"Of course. But, Ms. Claudia, I... I'm not very well-off, you know."

"Patrick, of course I'm going to pay for your tickets and everything else while you're here."

"Well... that being the case, I'll see you on Friday?"

"See you on Friday!"

A silence threatened to take over the call, but I kept on talking.

"You know... we didn't do my favorite position that day."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

I bit my lower lip before answering. "Woof, woof." I laughed in embarrassment at what came out of my mouth.

He laughed with me. "Then that'll be the first one we do when I get there."

I shivered just imagining it.

"Do you have any positions you want to do?"

I stretched my hand out to my intimate area, feeling the beginnings of something.

"Look... I really want to feel you riding me."

The son of a bitch hit the nail on the head.

I sighed loudly. "I'm going to ride your cock a lot, boy."

"My cock is hard just thinking about it."

I slipped my hand into my panties and began massaging my clit.

"Send me a pic..."

"Are you wet?"

"I am."

"Then I'll hang up and send you the picture and I want you to masturbate thinking about it."

"Yes, please."

I had trouble even hanging up.

Patrick: ????

I slipped two fingers into my wet pussy as soon as I saw the picture of his cock, but my fingers alone wouldn't be enough, so I grabbed my black dildo to finish the job.

-----

Having bought the ticket on short notice, I couldn't get a flight to Patrick at the same time as last time. Instead of arriving at noon, his plane landed at dusk, and the sky was almost covered by the darkness of night.

There I was at the airport, waiting for the boy to show up at the arrivals gate. I made a point of wearing the same green dress I wore when we first met, but now with a white jacket over it, since it wasn't as hot as it had been that day.

I didn't wait long, but as anxious as I was, it seemed like an eternity when he finally appeared. He was wearing a white tank top, jeans, white sneakers and was holding a black jacket in one hand and his small suitcase in the other.

I saw him first and called out to him. As soon as he looked in my direction and saw me, he opened that beautiful smile and picked up the pace.

"Your son?" The question came from an older woman next to me.

"No, he is my..." Friend? Boyfriend? "... Excuse me." I got out of there as fast as I could.

My heart was beating like a drum as we hugged each other. Patrick tried to give me a kiss, but as much as I wanted to give him a movie kiss right then and there, I didn't think it was wise to risk being seen with a boy my son's age. At least not at that moment.

"Let's go to the car." I whispered in his ear as we hugged each other, on the edge of looking like mother and son and two lovers.

On the way to the parking lot, we walked side by side, talking about the flight and the weather in the city.

I opened the trunk of the car and he politely put his bag in and I couldn't help but smile, in fact I was so silly that everything he did or said made me giggle.

We got into the car, me obviously in the driver's seat and him in the passenger seat, and right there, away from any prying eyes, I leaned in to finally kiss him. I moaned a soft "hmmmm" as I felt his lips on mine, my hand resting on his smooth cheek. We turned toward each other and started kissing, our tongues entwining as if they had missed each other more than we had missed ourselves.

I soon felt a hand on my waist, and the car's interior seemed to grow hotter by the second. I took off my jacket and threw it on the back seat; my stiff nipples marked my dress, revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra. But I realized we weren't really alone when a car started parking next to us.

We laughed together as we parted ways.

"I really missed that." He said watching me adjust on the seat.

"Buckle up, we're going to be doing a lot more than that this weekend." I told him as I put mine on.

It wasn't long before I felt his hand on my thigh, near my knee. I looked at the fingers pressing into my skin once or twice, but didn't say anything. Soon Patrick was moving that curious hand up my leg until it was pushing up my dress, almost exposing my panties. My breathing, which hadn't been calm before, became even harder. Both from nervousness and lust. I only looked at him when I stopped at a red light.

"I'm going to crash the car." I took his hand to my panties myself.

He pushed his fingers lightly, just enough to get some of the fabric inside me and to feel how wet I was getting. Just then I heard a horn behind my car and saw that the traffic light was green. Patrick just laughed in my face as I took my hand away from him and sped away, embarrassed by the honking.

In a moment when he was distracted, I took the opportunity to look out of the corner of my eye to see if he had a hard-on. Well, the bulge was visible even in those jeans. It makes me feel good to know that I'm capable of causing that kind of excitement in a young man.

"Put it out!" I said.

"What?" He turned to me.

"Put it out."

Laughing, he did as I said. "I thought you were worried about crashing the car."

"There's another traffic light ahead."

"How many are there in this town?"

"Yeah. Tell me about it."

I drove slowly as I jerked him off, making a point of stopping at that traffic light, and it happened.

"I wanted to take you somewhere to eat, but I think we'd better go straight to my place."

"I bet there's something really tasty for me to eat there."

"You bet!"

-----

"Welcome back! It's just you and I this time." We entered my house together. This time alone and with nothing to stop us.

Taking full advantage, Patrick threw me against the wall just as I closed the door.

I gasped in surprise. He pinned my arms above my head and kissed me hard. Such brutality and dominance was exactly what I'd expected from him.

"We're not going to get anywhere if we don't kill this longing soon, are we?" I said, looking into his eyes.

His young body was pressed against mine, my ass against the wall and my breasts against his hard chest.

When he finally let go of my arms, I quickly pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, running my hands over his shapely body as we kissed.

Patrick held me tightly around the waist, just as he had the other weekend, and I moaned eagerly into his mouth.

Suddenly he turned me around roughly and I let out a little scream mixed with a giggle. Grabbing me from behind, he kissed the back of my neck and whispered naughty things into my ear that sent shivers down my spine. "I really missed my whore."

I pushed my ass out as he stepped back and lifted my dress to my hips. I looked back to see his young face admiring the sight of my white panties tucked into my ass.

*SMACK*

"Fuck!" I groaned as I felt the hard slap on my asscheek.

*SMACK*

"I wanted so much to do this to you that day in your room." He said with a wicked grin.

*SMACK*

"Take advantage of the fact that you can now." I smiled back, biting my lips.

*SMACK*

My legs were shaking and my panties were already soaked. Patrick checked them. He put his hand between my legs.

"How wet your pussy is."

"This is for you." It almost came out as a sigh.

"Tell me what you want."

He knew exactly what I wanted.

"I want you... you inside me."

"Oh, you can beg better than that."

"I want your cock, Patrick, inside me, fucking me, finishing me off."

"I'll give you my cock, I think you'd better take it."

"You know I can take it."

Patrick grabbed my hair, pulled me into the living room, and threw me against the couch. I knelt on the upholstery as I slowly felt my dress being lifted. I raised my arms as Patrick undressed me, leaving only my heels and white thong on. He pushed me onto my back, and I leaned against the headboard, stretching my ass out and offering myself to the boy. I shivered when I felt the air on my wet pussy as he slowly lowered my panties to the middle of my thighs.

I looked back and tossed my hair to one side. He had his pants down to his shins

"So this is your favorite position?" Patrick asked, one hand on my ass, the other on his cock.

"Yes, sir." I honestly don't know where that came from, but it felt natural, and I didn't change my surprised expression.

From the look on his face, he liked it. "Sir? I like that."

"You did, did you? Did you like hearing your friend's mom call you 'sir'?"

"I fucking liked it!"

"Then stick that cock in my pussy and fuck me like I deserve, sir, please."

He shoved it in slowly and firmly. Every inch of his young cock entered me. I was so wet that it slid in with tremendous ease.

"Uuuh!" I moaned as his cock went all the way in.

Even if it was low, the sound of our bodies colliding picked up my moan. For the time being.

"Fuck!" He pulled back until he was almost all the way out and then came back in a little faster. "I miss that pussy of yours."

"It's yours... Ahn!" The third thrust came harder. "This is your pussy!"

"And not just the pussy." The fourth thrust followed in the same pattern. "You're all mine!"

I was still looking at him, at his naughty-boy face devouring me with both his cock and his gaze.

"Ahn... I'm..." I didn't know if that was my fifth or sixth thrust. "... Ahn, I'm... I'm yours."

As the pace picked up, I looked forward again, letting his face linger in my imagination.

Patrick held me with one hand on my hip and used the other to spank my ass. Those sounds were like an orchestra: There were my moans, the sound of our bodies slapping together, the slaps on my ass, and the grunts he let out from time to time.

I'll never forget those secret encounters in my bedroom. It was the most we could offer each other at that moment. But being there, on all fours on my couch, giving it to Patrick and moaning loudly on his cock, was everything I wanted and needed. It was the kind of madness I hadn't experienced in years.

"Harder... AHN.... FUCK ME HARDER!" I screamed, not worrying about my son or the neighbors or anything but our pleasure.

He stopped spanking my ass and pulled my hair back to give me what I asked for.

"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" I rolled my eyes, already feeling the sweat dripping down my back, even on such a cool night.

"Fuck!" His grunts became more frequent.

Wow, that was everything I imagined. I'm the kind of woman who likes male moans. I find it sexy the way they moan, expressing the pleasure they feel from my wet cunt.

"I'm going to cum... Ahn!" I warned at the last minute.

"Cum, slut!" He hadn't even finished his sentence when I started shuddering on his cock.

I roared in a way I can't describe. My body convulsed in ecstasy, and I held on tightly to the upholstery of the sofa so I wouldn't fall over.

"Shit... I'm almost there, too."

"Does that pussy taste good to you, sir?" I looked back again.

"Yeah... fuck!" It was delightful to see his expression as he held back his orgasm.

"Cum in my mouth? I want to taste your cum." I asked, almost begging.

"Come here." He abruptly pulled his cock out of me.

I turned around, sat on the sofa, and positioned my head slightly above his cock. I grabbed the base and took it into my mouth, tasting our combined flavors. I wanted to savor every inch, but I knew it would be torture for him to hold off his orgasm any longer.

As I sucked the head of his penis, I stroked the rest of his body with my hand. I moved my head back and forth halfway down, where my lips met my fingers. Patrick held the back of my neck and increased the pressure, making me speed up. Before he could warn me, his young cock exploded inside my mouth. I stopped moving my head but continued with my hand as he spurted his hot seed deep into my throat. With my eyes closed, I swallowed every drop, savoring the surprisingly delicious viscous liquid.

He moaned shamelessly above me until the wave of pleasure ceased, and then he laughed, happy from the post-climax high. I released his cock with a bubble-blowing sound and smiled back. The boy sat down on the sofa, panting deliciously, with his cock still throbbing.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as I stood up and pulled my panties back on.

"I'm still a bit hungry." He was still looking at me with desire.

I laughed at the double entendre, but I meant it. "Would you like a pizza? I'm hungry, too." When I saw the white tank top lying on the floor by the door, I had an idea.

"It could be..."

He lost it when he saw me put on the shirt.

"Could be?" I asked, standing there in just my thong and his tank top.

The naughty boy smiled and continued. "Pepperoni."

"I like that one too." I picked up my purse, which was also on the floor, and went back into the living room. I ordered the pizza with my cell phone.

While we waited for the pizza, we left his things in my bedroom because it made sense for him to sleep with me in my bed.

"This bedroom brings back so many memories." He looked around.

"Imagine, I sleep here every night." I moved closer, wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I hope we create even more memories like these." Patrick held me by the waist under the tank top.

We looked at each other for a while, and I felt butterflies in my stomach as those sincere green eyes stared at me. He leaned in to kiss me, but this time it was gentle, filled with more affection than desire. I closed my eyes and sighed through my nose.

"I think we should go back to the living room. Maybe the delivery will arrive while we're in the middle of something." For a moment, I regretted ordering pizza.

"You're the boss." Sadly, he let me go.

Patrick sat on the sofa as usual, and I sat sideways on the arm of the sofa with my legs on his lap.

"Has you told anyone you're here?" I asked, puzzled.

"Nobody." He began to gently run his hands over my legs.

"Not even your mother?"

"Not her either."

"Aren't you afraid she'll worry?"

"I thought she'd be more worried if she knew. Especially since she asked me a lot of questions the last time I came here."

"Really?" I giggled because I would have done the same thing.

"Who is this friend? Where do they live? Don't make a mess, huh?" Patrick imitated the voice of an old woman.

We both laughed a lot at that.

"I can't blame her. I'd ask her all that, too. I think your mother and I are a lot alike."

"I think so too." There was a brief silence, and we both realized how strange this question was considering that he's sleeping with me. "I mean, you two are similar in that matter, you know." He tried to make amends.

"It's okay." I laughed nervously. "I know what you mean."

The sound of a motorcycle engine came to the rescue.

"I think it's here." He said with a smile.

Ding dong.

As I got up to get the pizza, I realized what I was wearing.

"Shit! Can you get it for me? I forgot I was dressed like this."

"Would you rather have a shirtless boy pick it up at your place?" He seemed to like the idea.

"Just go." I took the money from my wallet. "Here. Give him the change."

Patrick took the money and walked over. I sat on the sofa and listened to their conversation.

"Good evening."

"Good evening. I have a delivery for... Claudia!"

The delivery guy sounded doubtful with Patrick standing there.

"That's right. She's in the shower."

Okay, now the delivery guy knows we're having sex, and I'll never order from my favorite pizzeria again.

"All right, here it is."

"Here's the money. Keep the change."

"Thank you very much."

Patrick appeared in the living room with the box, smiling at my embarrassed face.

We went into the kitchen, and I quickly set the table, keeping it simple. He sat down and just like that time, I opened the fridge and slowly bent down to get the coke from the bottom shelf. I gave Patrick plenty of time to look at my ass and pussy between my legs. When I turned around, he was still looking at me with those naughty eyes.

"You know I know you looked at me when I got the coke last time, don't you?" I asked, placing the bottle on the table.

"And can you blame me?" He returned the question as I sat down facing him. "I bet you're used to it."

"To what? My son's friends eyefucking me?"

"Exactly. The problems of being the hot mom."

Hot mom. Yeah, that term turns me on.

"Well, I'm sure there were one or two during Chris's teenage years, but none as shameless as you." I winked at him.

"And none of them managed to really fuck you like me." He winked back.

"I don't know. There were some cute ones." I kept a straight face, just enough to make him doubt. Too bad I couldn't keep it up for long. "Of course I'm joking."

We laughed together as we served ourselves. While we ate, we talked about some more serious things. He asked me about my divorce, and I calmly told him, which was much better than I had expected. This was because of the relationship we were creating, even if it was initially based on sex.

Patrick told me more about his life. His father died when he was a child, he had a difficult adolescence because he was shorter than the other boys at school, but everything changed when his mother remarried. He has a very good relationship with his stepfather, who gave his mother a queenly life. Consequently, Patrick had less responsibility around the house and more time and money to go to the gym and take supplements. He was also able to improve his grades, which were already good considering his previous circumstances. Without a doubt, he was a man, and that certainly helped us get along so well. I came to admire him beyond desire.

"My son is lucky to have you as a friend." I touched his hand in thanks.

"And he's also lucky to have a woman as strong as you as a mother."

I still felt some guilt about having an affair with my son's roommate behind his back. However, Patrick made me feel so special.

We talked for a while longer, even after we finished all the pizza. Eventually, I yawned and checked the time.

"I know it's not that late, but I usually go to bed early." I yawned again.

"What do you say we take a shower and go to bed?" He raised his eyebrow seductively.

"I think that's a great idea. Go ahead, I'll wash up."

"I want to shower with you."

That was definitely a step further. Maybe it seems silly, considering everything I've done with Patrick, but I find showering together to be much more intimate than sex itself.

"Okay." I smiled shyly, agreeing to take this step with him.

"I'll help you with this."

While I washed the dishes, Patrick tidied up the kitchen and asked me where everything was kept. After I thanked him for his help, I kissed him on the cheek, and then we went to my bathroom. We undressed in front of each other. I was nervous, I swear. I got into the shower first and turned on the hot water. He joined me soon after, still smiling that naughty smile of his.

It was a delicious shower. I carefully rubbed soap on his muscular chest, then slowly moved down to his belly, paying attention to every little bump. Patrick did the same for me, paying special attention to my breasts and butt. From time to time, we kissed briefly and continued to soap each other up. His cock? Hard the whole time. I'm surprised we managed not to have sex right there in the shower. I think we both wanted to meet again in my bed, though.

So we did. After drying off just enough to avoid soaking the bed, we climbed onto the mattress. We started off lying on our sides, kissing softly and running our hands over each other's bodies. Soon, I was on top of him, holding his jaw, kissing the side of his face and nibbling his ear. Patrick grabbed my ass with both hands, digging his fingers into my skin and making me moan in his ear.

I licked the back of my hand, then rubbed it against his cock, lining up the tip with my entrance. I moved down very slowly.

"Your cock is so perfect." I moaned, feeling my pussy embrace his cock completely, until I was sitting up.

He put his hand on my waist and made the most beautiful face of pleasure. I stood there, moving my hips in circles as I prepared to speed up. I knew his expectations were high. I imagined how many 18-year-old girls must have rode there before me.

Leaning on his healed chest, I lifted myself up almost halfway and lowered myself back down. I did it again and again, faster and faster, lifting higher and higher until I was bouncing on his lap and screaming loudly.

"Is that what you wanted, sir? Your friend's mom riding your cock?"

"That's exactly what I wanted." He slapped my ass. He was apparently addicted to it.

"Spank me some more..."

*SMACK*

"YEAH..."

*SMACK*

"Hold me down on your cock..." He came back with both hands, one on each buttock. He moved my hips down and increased the rhythm.

"Fuck." He cursed, almost growling.

I leaned over him a little, giving more control to the boy. He started fucking me from below, throwing his hips up to meet mine in the air.

"YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" I screamed several times.

My legs started to shake when he wrapped his arms around my waist, immobilizing me and taking complete control.

"I'm going to um... I'm going to cum." I announced.

"Slut, addicted to cumming on my cock."

"Fuck..." I came as I was impaled on his young cock and trapped in his arms.

"That's it, my whore."

"Don't cum yet." I regained consciousness just in time. "I want you to fuck my ass again."

He stopped in the middle of thrusting and grinned from ear to ear. "Do you still have that lub?"

I rolled over and lay on my stomach. "Get it from my drawer." I waited for him to open the drawer and see something other than the lube.

"Whoa." That was his reaction when he saw my black dildo.

"What?" I pretended.

"Is this what I'm competing with?" He grabbed the dildo with his fingertips.

"Oh, stop! I prefer the real thing."

Leaving the dildo where it was, Patrick took out the lubricant and closed the drawer.

"I'm going to give you more of the real thing." He sat on my legs, and I could only hear the sound of the package being squeezed and the liquid coming out. Then, I felt his fingers spread the cold liquid on the inside of my anus, right at the entrance. Soon, I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my anus.

"Ready?"

"Yes." I answered without hesitation or the nervousness I had felt the other time.

With one hand on my back, he slowly and carefully penetrated me. He was clearly experienced at this, which further proved the lie he'd told me when he first fuck my ass. It was much easier this time. That isn't to say it was smooth sailing, but it was easier to relax and feel his cock stretching my rectal walls.

"Oh, my ass!" Fuck my ass!!" I moaned into the pillow. I watched Patrick out of the corner of my eye.

The initial pain quickly turned to pleasure. It allowed him to go faster and harder.

"What a tight fucking asshole!" He grunted loudly.

"It's yours, sir. Only you can fuck my ass." If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be so submissive to a 19-year-old, I'd have called them crazy.

Patrick pressed my face against the mattress while he fucked me. I knew him well enough to know what was coming.

"Shit... I'm going to cum." I knew it.

"Fill my ass again, Patrick. Please." I begged, but there was no answer.

Suddenly, he pulled out of me. Before I could complain, I felt hot cum covering my ass, some of which fell onto my lower back.

Without any explanation, he left the room.

"Patrick?!" I shouted after him, confused.

"Wait a minute." He shouted from the living room and returned with his cell phone. "Let me save this moment."

"Are you crazy?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows and looking away. "What if my son uses your phone?"

"I'm not going to get your face. It's just your cum-soaked ass. Please."

How can you say no to that little face?

"Okay."

He took the photo like a silly child.

"Now get some paper and clean me up here."

He went into my bathroom and returned with toilet paper to clean me up. Then, he took a clean pair of underwear from his bag.

"You can sleep naked if you want."

Patrick smiled. "I like to wear something underneath when I sleep, but I'd love to feel you naked tonight."

"As you wish."

I was the first to fall asleep, and I didn't notice when he fell asleep, either. At some point during the night, I rolled over and he hugged me from behind. He ran his hand over my belly and rubbed his hard cock against my ass. Had I not been so sleepy, I'm sure something would have happened again. But I was alone at dawn. When the sunlight coming through the window became unbearable, I opened my eyes and saw the empty bed. I yawned, stretched, and got out of bed.

I put on a red silk robe and went in search of the boy. I didn't find him in any room of the house. However, when I got to the kitchen, I heard the sound of water coming from the backyard. When I looked outside, Patrick was cleaning the pool. He was shirtless, and the sun was reflecting off his white skin and blue swim trunks, which showed off his cock.

"Good morning, Ms. Claudia." He smiled when he saw me.

"Good morning, Patrick." I replied, still a little sleepy.

Even though it was my usual wake-up time, I had slept so soundly that my body didn't want to leave the bed.

"Who looks after your pool?" He asked without losing focus on his work.

"Oh, it's a muscular boy named Rodrigues." I discovered that it was fun to tease him by acting like I was interested in the pool boy.

"He puts sunscreen on your body too?" Patrick had learned to joke around.

We laughed, and then I got serious again. "That's Fred's job. He lives down the street and looks after pools for extra income. I don't think my ex-husband would ever hire someone attractive to do that."

"Why don't you put on a bikini, and we'll go in together?."

"Sure, but first..." I opened my robe and dropped it on the floor to give him a show. I slowly turned around, leaving him with a view of my ass.

Dressed in my black bikini, we enjoyed the pool together. The water was a bit chilly, but it wasn't a hot day. It was a sunny morning, though, so the sun helped keep the temperature pleasant.

We talked about life again. Patrick used to work as a pool cleaner when his mother was single and he needed to help out at home. I realized more and more how lucky Chris is. We also discussed careers in dentistry. I told Patrick about my career path, from working in a rented office to owning my own practice in partnership with my ex and he joked about his working with me one day.

I stayed there for a long time, leaning on the edge of the pool while we talked. I swam with him holding my arms and legs around his waist. I floated on my back with him supporting me. When the sun got stronger, I went out to enjoy it for a while, lying on the sun lounger on my front and back, I was sure he was admiring me the whole time. Eventually, he also left and lay down on the sun lounger next to me.

Around lunchtime, I got up, wrapped myself in a towel, and went into the kitchen to prepare food. He sat at the dining table watching me. At one point, he came over to help me cut some things, and we ended up cooking together. It was really fun. After lunch and a shower, we went our separate ways for the first time. He stayed on the sofa watching TV, while I went upstairs to take a nap.

Hours later, we were together again at the dining table, studying.

"Did you think I was joking when I said I was going to help you in college?"

The atmosphere was good. I took out some of my old books, explained a few things, and answered the typical questions of someone at the end of their first semester. As it was getting dark, I had an idea.

"How about I take you out to dinner?"

I had already had this idea the day before, but in a different way. I was going to take him out for a snack, almost like a mother and son, ashamed of what the others would think. But I already felt so at ease with Patrick that I decided to try something more daring and I could tell he was surprised.

"I'd love to, but as friends or something more?"

"A date. I'm asking you on a date." I took a deep breath and let it out. "With everyone looking and judging an older woman."

He was even more surprised.

"And where are we going?"

-----

After some persistence, I agreed to let Patrick drive me to the restaurant.

He was such a gentleman! He opened the car door for me and held out my hand to help me out. We walked into the restaurant arm in arm. I was wearing a red dress that reached down to my knees. Patrick wore black jeans and a polo shirt that my ex-husband had left behind. It was a nice restaurant, but not one that required formal attire.

We sat at a round table facing each other and placed our order after eating our appetizers. We had a lot of fun talking about our hobbies, musical tastes, movies and TV shows, and funny or embarrassing stories. We also laughed a lot about the differences between our generations.

Honestly, I didn't notice the time passing. I only noticed when the waiter came around every fifteen minutes to ask if we wanted anything else. He almost kicked us off the table.

I applied an old trick. I dropped a piece of cutlery on the floor and asked Patrick to pick it up. As soon as he bent down, I spread my legs wide open so he could see that I wasn't wearing any panties.

He looked at me with a silly grin.

"What do you say we go home and watch something on Netflix? Or pretend we're watching it." I suggested, putting my hand on top of his.

Of course, he said yes.

The waiter wondered who would pay the bill, but I volunteered, hoping Patrick wouldn't be embarrassed by a woman paying for his dinner. As I walked to the exit, holding onto his strong arm, I noticed the puzzled looks from the other tables.

-----

The truth is, we didn't turn on the TV at all.

We walked through the front door, exchanging hot kisses. As we kissed madly, our hands went from one place to the other.

What about my purse? It ended up on the floor in the hallway, along with his shoes and my high heels.

I took off his shirt and ran my hands over his young, fit body. Then it was my turn to take off my dress and in one abrupt movement, he turned me around and got on top of me. I had a clear sense of déjà vu with that scene. There was Patrick between my legs, kissing my neck and caressing my breasts. It wasn't long before he was devouring one breast and squeezing the other. When he took off his pants and stood naked, I could only moan shyly at the feel of his hard cock against my belly.

He stood there, kneeling on the sheet. I stretched my legs up and leaned on his torso. Patrick kissed my feet so gently that I discovered another erogenous zone on my body.

With the tip of his penis at my opening, he asked if I was ready, so I told him to see for himself. He did, and he proved it.

"Fuck..." I moaned as he penetrated me.

With my feet crossed over one shoulder, Patrick shoved his cock into my wet pussy, slipping inside with ease. Fortunately, my body has always been good at lubrication.

He started slowly. Without worrying about time and without rushing like before. He slid in and out, getting his whole cock wet with my pussy juice. I massaged my own breasts, growing more and more aroused as I took my time to enjoy it all.

"What a nice cock... a nice young cock." It came out almost as a whisper.

Leaning over me, he spread my legs, supporting my knees on his shoulders. He pressed me flat against the mattress. Patrick thrust deeper and deeper, and I moaned louder with each thrust. I even felt a little pain that was pleasurable.

"Kiss me," I asked desperately.

He kissed me, pressing me even harder, and stayed there. I didn't know I was still flexible enough to hold such a position.

Our faces were close together as we looked into each other's eyes. It was getting more and more intense, more and more passionate.

I was so close that I might have said something I shouldn't have, something I wasn't sure I really felt, something with three words in the same sentence.

To make matters worse, Patrick held my hands against the pillow as he thrust deep and hard, making the expensive bed my ex-husband bought me creak.

"Cum inside me... please... I need it." I knew Patrick could hold out longer, but the situation left me with an almost primal desire to be filled, to be inseminated. Even though I knew nothing would happen after taking birth control for so many years.

The pace increased. Patrick seemed to focus, becoming serious as he thrust into me harder and breathed heavily. My orgasm was getting closer, and so was his. We climaxed simultaneously, never taking our eyes off each other. Our bodies shuddered as one, and our cries of pleasure echoed together in the room. I was filled by his seed.

Patrick stayed inside me for a few more seconds, watching me lovingly as I came back to my senses. He kissed my forehead, then pulled away to free my shaking legs. Just like the other time, he lay down next to me. I turned around to admire the boy responsible for so much emotion in my life after divorce.

He smiled at me. I didn't even have to tell him what I was thinking, but he said it anyway. "Wow... that was..."

"Intense." I added.

At that moment, I don't think either of us had processed the overwhelming feelings that sex gave us. Other times, it was carnal desire and physical attraction. But this was different and drove an already growing intimacy.

He stared at the ceiling, probably trying to make sense of it all. I had to do the same.

"Well, I'd better get in the shower." I joked, and he just smiled.

I got up carefully, trying not to get anything dirty. However, a drop or two ended up on the sheet by the time Patrick got out of me. I found myself questioning that. Could I really be feeling that? Or were my hormones just taking over?

I'm a 44-year-old woman who has been divorced for less than a year, and I'm in love with a 19-year-old boy who is also my son's friend? No, no, no! This can't be happening! I thought as the water ran down my body. It's just a sexual adventure and nothing more.

After cleaning up, I returned to the bedroom, where he was still lying in the same position.

We lay naked under the comforter. It had cooled down more than the forecast indicated, but that could easily be remedied by the warmth of his strong arms around me.

I laid my head on his chest while he stroked my hair. I felt so comfortable and protected that I let out a few moans. If I were a cat, I'd certainly be purring. The certainty that it wasn't possible turned into doubt.

Patrick fell asleep first, but it took me a little longer. My mind raced in a heated debate about my feelings.

He'll leave tomorrow, and everything will go back to normal. I'll move on with my life, and so will he.

-----

I woke up again and he was no longer in bed. I have no idea when he slipped out from under me.

"I thought I woke up early," I said through a yawn when I saw Patrick packing his bag.

"Good morning, Ms. Claudia. I get anxious before a trip, so I wanted to get everything ready early."

"Would you like me to make breakfast?"

He didn't answer right away.

"Patrick?" I frowned. He seemed lost in thought.

"Hi... Ah, you don't have to. I think it's better to eat at the airport, just like that time."

I stood up and approached him. "Is everything all right?" I touched his arm, and he looked straight into my eyes, not at my naked body as he usually did.

At 44, you learn to read people well by looking at them, and I could see it. He was having the same internal debate as me, which explained why he was acting so strangely, as if he wanted to run away.

"Okay, I'll just put some clothes on, and then I'll take you there, okay?"

-----

We drove in silence. Deep down, we both wanted to talk about it, but neither of us was ready for the potential consequences.

It was time to say goodbye at the boarding gate.

"Bye, Ms. Claudia. Thank you for everything; it's been a wonderful weekend." Patrick hugged me tightly.

"You're a wonderful boy. It really was incredible." I sighed, closing my eyes.

As we parted ways, he gave me that look again. I mustered the courage to do what I couldn't do when he arrived on friday. I grabbed his face and kissed him right there in the middle of everyone. I didn't know if that would be our last kiss, or if we'd see each other again. Why bother with a bunch of strangers?

"Bye, Patrick. Take care, and good luck on your exams."

He smiled and turned away. But, in the final instant before he disappeared from my sight, he turned and looked at me, giving one last wave.