Jacobson's Mom Pt. 01

Hi there! It's Becca. I know it's been awhile since I last posted anything, but I'm finally back with a new story. I wish I had some valid excuse for this extended layoff, but I don't, so I won't even bother trying to justify it. : P

But I will say, it feels great to be back and sharing my writing with you all once again!

So this tale is actually going to be a spin-off from my very first submission, Dormant Desires. And while this story does pick up exactly where DD concluded, I wanted to stress that everything in Jacobson's Mom is absolutely, positively, 100% fiction. None of this happened to me in real life, in any way, but feel free to use the contents of this story as a small window into the mindset of this ever-horny, middle-aged divorcee.

And then one last thing before we begin. Like Dormant Desires, this story is going to be three parts long. It's also going to follow a similar arc, where this first entry is all about setting the stage, and then the action starts to pick up in the second, and then it really reaches a crescendo in the third and final part. And I promise, I will do my best to have the subsequent parts out in a timely manner!

So without further ado, here it is...

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Jacobson's Mom * Part 1 of 3

Wow. What a night. I'll tell you one thing though, I am exhausted. Even though I did sleep well on that tiny, dorm-room cot, last night was such an overwhelming experience, my body is still physically recovering from it all. And boy, I cannot wait to get home so I can take a long, peaceful, Saturday morning nap in my own bed.

But as I shift my car's transmission from park to drive, I realize I can't pull out of my parking spot because there's someone blocking my path. It appears to be a young college student who's just finished an early morning run, and now he's cooling off by walking around in small circles in the middle of the street.

I'm a little annoyed, but as I'm about to tap my horn to alert him, I realize something. Holy shit, I know this boy! Or at least I think I do. He definitely looks familiar, and so I assume he must be from the dorm last night, right? Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is. Although to be fair, everything about my last 12 hours is kind of a blur.

It's obviously not one of the four boys I ended up having sex with. Not only are those guys all still asleep I assume, but I definitely would recognize them. It's also not Brad, that nervous virgin from last night who couldn't make up his mind as to whether he wanted to stay and partake in all of the carnal activities. Brad was a little bigger, kind of chubby almost, and this kid is definitely on the smaller side, and not very tall either. He is quite sweaty though!

Oh wait! I know who it is! It's that boy who ran out of the room in a panic, before we even got to Brad's dilemma. What was his name? It's Jack I think. Yeah, Jack. It's definitely him!

Oh my god, I need to say hello! Even if it's just for a second. This kid really is quite cute, though. He's got curly, light brown hair, and while he's super short, like probably only 5'6" or so, that just makes him even more of a cutie. He has an adorable baby face, and while I really didn't interact that much with him last night, I can safely say he has the youngest look of any of the boys I've seen here.

And shit, I just remembered the whole reason he left the dorm room last night! Supposedly, at least according to his friends, they thought he came in his pants while he was watching that Ethan boy finger me, before everything else went down. Holy fuck, I wonder if that's actually what happened?!? I have to find out. Although, I probably shouldn't just come out and ask him, as I don't want to embarrass the poor kid. Either way, I am definitely going to say hello.

I shift my car back into park and open the driver side door to get out. As I do, I see Jack get a little startled and apologetically put a hand up in my direction.

Jack (while looking bright red from his run and still panting a little): "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize someone was there waiting to pull out."

Me (standing up now and facing Jack): "It's no problem at all, but hey..."

As I say this, I see in this boy's face that while he didn't initially realize who I was, now it dawns on him.

Jack (quietly): "Oh shit."

Me (cheerfully): "I thought I recognized you! I know you from the dorm last night, right? When we were all hanging out in Chris and Ethan's room?"

Jack looks quite stunned to be honest, and can only muster up a small nod in response.

Me: "It's Jack, right?"

Jack (after a brief pause): "Yeah... well, no. My name's Jacob, but yeah, I was in the room."

Shit. I'm an idiot. Yeah it's Jake, not Jack.

Me (quickly): "Oh shit, yeah Jacob. Or Jake, right? Your friends were calling you both, I think? So sorry, I'm still a little hazy on some of the details of last night. It was kinda crazy, ha."

I purposefully allude to all the fun Jake missed out on by bolting from the room, but the young, sweaty boy doesn't seem to respond. In fact, I think he might still be in shock that he ran into me this morning.

Me (sticking my hand out): "I'm Becca. Nice to meet you, again."

Jake (with a nervous laugh while shaking my hand): "Yeah, nice to meet you too, Becca."

Me: "So is it okay if I call you Jake? I kinda have a thing for nicknames, but I can also call you Jacob if you'd prefer I use your formal name, since you know, we don't actually know each other that well."

Oh god, I'm kind of rambling here. Why am I so nervous? Part of it must be how genuinely exhausted I am, and it's making me borderline delirious. But I also think it's because all I can think about is whether this sweet, baby-faced college boy actually did blow his load into his shorts last night because of me. I had all but forgotten this kid existed, and now I'm obsessed with finding out what happened!

Jake (no longer seeming as out of breath now): "Sure, you can call me Jake."

Jake (kind of squinting as the early morning sun is getting brighter): "Jacob's not even my real name, but it's how I always introduce myself. My actual name is Jacobson, but it's such an odd name that I never really use it."

Me: "Oh weird. Yeah, I've never heard of that as a first name before. Why did your parents choose that?"

Jake: "It was just my mom. I never knew my father."

Me (surprised at this revelation for some reason): "Oh. Sorry to hear that."

I wonder what the back story is there.

Jake (matter of factly): "Eh, it is what it is. But yeah, my mom claims she wanted to give me a distinguished first name, and for whatever reason that's what she came up with."

Me (chuckling): "Okay, well good for her, but I think I'll stick with calling you Jake, though."

Jake (starting to loosen up it seems): "Sounds good. Yeah, she's literally the only person on earth that calls me Jacobson."

Jake (after taking a glance up at their dorm, and then back at me): "So you're just leaving now? You spent the night here??"

Me (with a mischievous grin): "Yeah I did. I hope that's okay?"

Jake (still a little red in the face from his run): "Yeah of course. No judgement here. Was just curious is all."

Me: "How about you? Why are you out running so early? What sport do you play?"

Jake (laughs): "Oh I'm not an athlete like the rest of those guys. I'm just trying to get in shape for the first time in... well... basically my whole life? Ha."

Me (genuinely surprised): "Oh wow, it seemed like everyone in that room last night was some sort of athlete. That's great you're getting into shape though!"

Jake (holding out his left hand with fingers spread): "Yeah, I've found that having tiny hands can be quite the detriment on the athletic fields."

Ha. His hands really are tiny! I instinctively put my right hand up against his left, and my fingers extend about a half inch beyond his. Holy shit. I'm used to having smaller hands than pretty much any other full-grown adult, so seeing anyone, let alone a male, with smaller hands than me is pretty crazy.

Even more noteworthy though is that this is the first instance of physical contact between the two of us, and as we press our palms together, one thing becomes abundantly clear in my mind.

I really, really want to fuck the shit out of this adorable, little curly-haired freshman boy. I also still want to find out if he actually came in his pants last night, but there's no doubt that both things are true. Although, I think they also might be related? Is it possible that part of the reason I actually want to fuck him is because he so innocently and pathetically couldn't control himself last night?

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? I just got laid by four different freshman boys, and even though their young sperm is still actively making their way through my fallopian tubes as I speak, I've already moved on and started fantasizing about my next 18-year-old conquest?

Becca, get a fucking grip! Ooh that reminds me though, I definitely need to stop at a pharmacy on my way home to pick up a Plan B pill. And it's probably better to go to one around here, rather than my normal CVS by my house.

Anyhoo, As Jake and I continue to press our hands together, I look right into his eyes and give him a big smile. However, he then gets a little bit of a serious look on his face, as he drops his hand back down.

Jake (much more quietly than he was speaking before): "So did you... like do stuff with everyone last night?"

Ha. Awesome. I love this question. It's on like Donkey Kong.

Before answering, I briefly look up and down the street, confirming there's not a soul in sight of the two of us, let alone in earshot. It's not that surprising, considering it's not even 6:30 yet on a Saturday morning.

Me (matter of factly, and speaking at a normal volume): "Yep. Well not everyone stayed, but in the end I think it was Chris, Ethan, Raj and Dave. And we all had a great time, I'd like to think."

Jake (with eyes wide open): "Oh wow."

I raise my eyebrows and subtly nod to confirm that yep, you certainly missed out on some fun, young Jacob.

Jake: "What about Brad? Did he stick around?"

Me (with a hint of genuine sadness): "No, unfortunately not. I guess Brad's a virgin? But anyway, he said the idea of losing his virginity in front of everyone was a little too intimidating. Which I can certainly understand."

Jake: "Yeah, makes sense."

I love that I'm recapping all of this with Jake right now.

Me: "Jake, can I ask you a question? And can you answer me honestly?"

Jake (after contemplating for a second): "Uh, sure."

Me (a little more quietly, out of respect for the inquiry): "Are you a virgin, too?"

Did you think I was going to ask him if he actually came in his pants? Ha. In due time... : P

Jake (after kind of bouncing his head back and forth in the air): "Uhhh... yeah, I am. Sorry. Is that bad?"

Uh, fuck no it's not! I was literally just having an epiphany walking out of this dorm 15 minutes ago, about how much of a fetish I seem to have for fucking virgin boys. It's something I just never came to realize, but apparently now is all I want. I probably need to downplay my excitement over his lack of sexual experience at least a little though, as I don't want to come across as too creepy.

Me (reassuringly): "Oh no, not at all. It's totally normal at your age."

Jake: "Well... it's not that normal."

I then realize I probably do need to clarify one important detail, even though I'm 99% sure it's fine.

Me: "Sorry if you already told me this last night, but you are 18, aren't you?"

Jake: "Yeah, I turned 18 back in June."

Me (with a joking scoff): "Yeah, so you're barely 18. And to be honest, you look like you could be 15."

Me (continuing): "Plenty of 18-year-olds are still virgins, and honestly with how innocent you look, I think people would be more surprised if you weren't a virgin. I swear it's no big deal."

Jake (looking appreciative): "Thanks."

To be honest, it is a little surprising to hear that Jake is still a virgin, simply because of how cute he is. Maybe it's a height thing? Or a confidence issue based on his height? Regardless though, the fact that he's inexperienced is such a huge fucking turn on in my book.

Okay, back to the task at hand.

Me: "I mean hey, look at your friend Brad. He's still a virgin. And Ethan too, he's all tall and handsome, and has that deep voice, and he was a virgin all the way until last night!"

Ha, in case it wasn't clear, I just not so subtly pointed out the fact that Ethan and I definitely had sex last night. I did leave out the part about Ethan having a massive cock, though!

And then I smirk.

Jake: "Holy shit. Are you serious? Did you have sex with all four of them?"

Me (with a stern look of faux offense): "Are you judging me?"

Jake (apologetically): "Oh, I'm so sorry. I swear I wasn't!"

Me (smiling now): "Relax, I'm just fucking with you. But yeah, I had sex with all four of them, and no joke, it was the most therapeutic night of my entire life."

Jake looks a little in shock from my revelation. Maybe he thought we all just made out or fooled around or something? Or maybe he assumed we did more than that but hearing me say it so matter-of-factly was just surprising to him?

Either way, I figure I've waited long enough, and now's the time to finally ask the question that's been on my mind since I stepped out of my car.

Me (while placing my hand on his shoulder): "So no bullshit, did you really come in your pants last night?"

Jake (startled by my question): "Whaaa??? Who told... how did... who told you that?!?"

Me (trying to be as sympathetic as possible, as I'm almost positive now based on his reaction that it's true): "It's okay. The guys said it when you left so quickly, but they were just being idiots."

Jake (trailing off at the end): "Well they don't know what happened..."

Me (100% sure now): "Jake. Jake. Look at me."

Jake, who had been looking down at the ground, returns to making eye contact with me.

Me (with both hands on his shoulders now): "I think it's super flattering, and unbelievably sexy, that I turned you on enough for that to happen."

Jake (quietly): "You do?"

Me (softly but emphatically): "Absolutely, I do."

Me (a little louder now): "And I just have one more question for you."

Jake (talking as close to me as we have this entire conversation): "What's that?"

Me (whispering into his ear): "Would you want to have sex with me? Because I would absolutely love to be your first."

As I pull back away from Jake's ear, he doesn't immediately answer me, which is a little surprising.

Jake (looking right into my eyes): "Do you know why I got so worked up last night, to the point where I had that happen?"

Me (extremely curious as to what he's about to say): "No. Why?"

Jake: "My whole life, I've always fantasized that my first time would be with someone like you. Someone around your age."

Me (with my eyes opened really wide): "Really?!?"

Jake (now seemingly in total control of this conversation somehow): "Yeah, really. I've never found girls my own age that attractive, and so seeing and knowing that Ethan was fingering you was just so overwhelming, that as soon as I accidentally brushed my crotch against the side of Chris's desk in there, it just set me off."

Me: "Oh my god, Jake. That is so fucking hot. Seriously."

I still have so many questions, though.

Me (inquisitively): "So did you come while you were in the room, finish into your underwear, and then leave because you had to clean yourself up?"

Jake (after taking a deep breath): "No, not exactly. I realized I was going to come, couldn't stop it. Panicked. Ran out of the room and then orgasmed into my khaki shorts while I was in the hallway. Thankfully no one else was out there."

Me (giggling): "That. Is. Awesome."

Jake (laughing now too): "Actually, it was a pretty awful orgasm. Probably the worst of my entire life."

Me (speaking really fast): "Oh my god, Jake. I wanna fuck you so badly. Is that weird? Is that bad?"

Jake (finally answering my question): "I would love to have sex with you, Becca."

Yes!!! Fuck yeah. I am so pumped. I can't believe it took me this long to realize what an extreme fetish I have for young, innocent, virgin boys, because I am so irrationally excited right now. And just look at this kid! He's the most adorable one yet! And he has a thing for older women?!? Talk about hitting the fucking jackpot.

Me: "I am so excited, but listen, is it okay if we don't do it right now? Like maybe we can meet up later this week instead?"

I mean, I really need to clean myself up. Badly. And get some rest as well. The bottom line is I'm sure we'd both appreciate it, if I had some time to recover from everything that happened last night.

Jake (chuckling at my over-the-top exuberance): "Sure, yeah, whenever you want."

Me (still so excited): "Okay, great."

Me (sticking my hand out): "Do you have your phone on you?"

Jake (pulling the insides of his pockets out of his running shorts as if to prove he's telling the truth): "Oh shit. Sorry, I don't."

Me (taking my iPhone out): "No biggie. Here, send yourself a text from my phone."

I open it up to my messages app, and then I click to create a new thread, before handing the phone to Jake.

Jake (so politely): "I'm just gonna text 'Hey' if that's okay."

Something about his sweet innocence just turns me on soooooo fucking much.

Me (while suggestively running my hand through his sweaty, curly hair): "That's perfect."

Jake (smiling bashfully at my initiation of physical contact): "Okay. All done. Here you go."

And then as Jake hands me back my iPhone, I take another quick glance up and down this sleepy college street. And once I confirm there's still nobody else around, I lean in and give my new 18-year-old friend a quick, close-mouthed peck on the lips. This makes both of us smile.

Me (as I start slowly backing away to head to my car): "I can't wait to continue this conversation when I get home!"

And with that, I get back into my car and finally pull out of my parking spot. As I depart, Jake gives me a small wave, and once I'm finally out of sight, I take a long, deep breath and then follow it with an audible exhale. Suffice to say, I am both very excited, but also a little nervous, about where this next adventure is going to take me.

Despite my preoccupied mind, I do remember to stop and pick up a Plan B pill on my way home. Once I arrive at my house, I take out my phone, turn it off silent mode, and leave it on the counter, just so I won't miss any text back from Jake. I'm so pathetic! But sure enough, shortly after noon I hear a ping, and it's a simple 'Hi Becca' message from Jacob. Yes! I am so pumped.

Our conversation starts out innocently enough, but during this time I start contemplating in my head about how, when, and where it would make sense for us to meet up to have sex. At first, I entertain the thought of heading back to campus and fucking young Jacob right there in his dorm room, but this is unappealing for a number of reasons.

First off, what if he has a roommate? Wouldn't we have to worry about him interrupting us? And secondly, what if I were to run into any of the other boys from last night? I feel like that would be kind of awkward, at least for me it would be. And then finally, and this is so dumb, but those dorm beds they have are terrible! Last night was amazing for so many reasons, but all of it would've been so much better had it taken place on a real bed with a real mattress. That's not too much to ask, is it? So you add all those reasons up, and the dorm is definitely a no-go.

I briefly consider the idea of getting a hotel room for our little rendezvous, but that just seems unnecessarily complex, and also expensive. So in the end, that just leaves one option left, and it's the clear and obvious choice. My bedroom.

Look, this bedroom has been ground zero for everything that was wrong with the relationship I had with my soon-to-be ex-husband, Greg. And I know he just moved out yesterday, but what better way to kick off this new chapter in my life, than to bring someone else into the same bed where I've had so many depressing and unfulfilled nights. And who better to do it with, than the exact opposite of the celibate 40-year-old asexual man I was married to, but instead a horny 18-year-old virgin who can't even prevent himself from coming.

Now, there is one downside to this option, but I don't think it's that big of a deal. If I invite Jake over here, then he'll obviously know where I live. Originally, I didn't want any of those boys from the dorm last night to know anything about my real identity, let alone my address. But perhaps Jake is respectful and mature enough, that if I ask him to, he'll be able to keep all of this a secret? It's worth a shot.

So we discuss over text, and we agree on a plan. Jake is going to come over to my house this upcoming Friday night around 8 o'clock. It turns out that Jake has a car on campus, so he'll be able to drive over here on his own. In theory I could've picked him up at school and brought him back here, but that would've been kind of a pain.

I also ask him about keeping all of this a secret, and not only does he agree to be discreet, but he says that would actually be his preference as well. He said he doesn't want any of his friends to know, simply because of how private a person he is. I can tell Jake's being sincere here, so that puts my mind completely at ease with our plan.

So I give him my address, and as I do I apologize for how far away it is from campus, but he actually responds that it's sort of on the way (but not that close) to where his mom lives, so it's not that big of a deal at all. Then he jokes that he's already made that drive a couple of times this fall, but that he's hoping this weekend will be much more rewarding than his typical trip home. I assure him that it will!

I love the innuendo and I love that we're all set for next weekend! We leave it at that, and over the next few days there's honestly not too much texting between the two of us. I'm okay with that as I kind of like building up a little mystery and suspense as to what's going to happen on Friday.

I'll tell you one thing though, this week sure seems to be dragging on forever! To be honest, it reminds me of how I felt when I was little, counting down the days until Christmas morning. Except in this case, I'm not going to be unwrapping presents under the tree, but instead I'm picturing myself unzipping Jake's pants while I'm kneeling in front of him.

There's also something appealing about the prospect of having some true one-on-one alone time with Jake. As great as last weekend was, the fact that there were so many boys involved led me to feel like I didn't truly connect with any of them. I think part of the issue was, that initially I had the strongest connection with the soccer player Chris, but by the end, I was most attracted to Ethan the engineer. And as a result, while I did leave feeling satisfied with the whole experience, I didn't feel like I formed any sort of a meaningful bond with any one of the boys individually.

I kind of hope that changes on Friday, where I can actually get to know something intimate about young Jacob. The other thing I just can't stop thinking about, and I know I'm a broken record on this, is the whole idea of Jake coming in his pants! I love it, but it's just so pathetic.

And let me clarify. I mean I'm the one being pathetic here, by obsessing over this one event. I wasn't trying to say that Jake's uncontrollable orgasm last Friday night was pathetic! Although I do have to admit it kind of was. : P

But the idea of Jake coming in his pants, or shorts, or whatever, has continued to turn me on so much, that it even led me to do something I very rarely do, look up porn on the internet! But it didn't take me long to remember why I never seem to enjoy this experience. I tried to search some sites for anything related to boys coming in their pants, but anything I found was so ridiculously fake looking. It would be some well-hung 30-year-old porn star pretending to struggle with premature ejaculation, when obviously the whole thing was completely staged. It was very unsatisfying.

Another thing I find myself fixated on is Jake's height, and just his small size in general, like how he has such tiny hands and feet. In fact, in some weird way, I find his small stature to actually be a turn on??

I can safely say that small men don't normally do it for me. Like hypothetically, if I was going out on a date with a guy, there's no way I would ever consider his being super short to be a turn on, or a positive in any way. Same thing with him having tiny features. I'm sorry if that's harsh, and who knows, it might not be a total deal breaker for the guy, but it would definitely be one strike against any man like that as a potential suitor.

But maybe that's just it? I'm definitely not looking at Jake as a potential suitor or as someone I would date. Instead, I'm obviously thinking about this as a one-time adventure. But even more notably, I'm not even thinking about young Jacob as a man. Now I know legally he's 18 years old, and officially he's an adult, but by pretty much any other standard, there's no way Jake, looking like he does, would ever be considered a grown man.

And maybe it's because I'm already accepting this fact, that he's a very, very, young adult, that his small stature is actually a positive somehow? It's as if his shortness just makes him even cuter in my eyes. I think it also makes him seem even more naive and innocent, too. Which I've already accepted are all huge turn-ons for me now.

Now even with how aroused I've been thinking about Jake, one thing I haven't done this week, and this is totally on purpose, is orgasm. I've spent some time touching myself, as I always do, but these past few days I've made a point of making sure I stop before I get to the point of coming. I'm doing this because I wanted to try and have as much of a buildup as possible for when Jake gets here, and I think it's working.

I say that because, regardless of whether I've been at home or even at work, this whole week I've had this ever-present horniness that seems to permeate all of my thoughts, no matter what else I'm supposed to be doing. I just can't stop thinking about Jake, his other friends from the dorm, or just sex in general. It's literally all I can think about. I'm sure it's related to the fact that I can't remember the last time I ever went a full week without bringing myself to orgasm, so I think my body is suffering through some sort of withdrawal here.

Now even though I've been denying myself pleasure, I would assume Jacob has been masturbating like normal this week. Although, maybe he's been thinking about me when he does it, though? That would be nice! I've also heard that guys will purposefully jack off right before a known sexual encounter, just to help them last longer. It seems like this strategy would definitely make sense for Jake, given what happened between him and the corner of Chris's desk last weekend. : P

I'm not going to lie though, I hope he's reigning in his masturbation like I am. I would love for him to come into Friday night with a huge buildup of his own, and then have the same 'issue' as last time, except in this instance, I'd get to see it happen firsthand. I'd be so curious to see his facial expression once he passes the point of no return, and then to feel his body coming when it wasn't supposed to, followed by the mess he makes inside of whatever he was wearing. It's so hot to think about!

I mean, if he did come in his pants, I'd assume that wouldn't be the end of things and he'd be able to rally for a second go around soon after, right? That's what being 18 years old is all about! If so, it seems like a total win-win. I would get to watch Jake come in his pants, which I've been obsessing over this whole week. And then afterwards, when we did have sex, he'd be able to last a lot longer than he otherwise would've! Ha. A girl can dream, right?

Okay, the night is finally here!

After I get home from work, I grab a small, quick bite to eat and then hop in the shower. I give myself a fresh shave so I'm nicely clean and smooth all over, but especially down there, and then I actually take the time to do myself up right. Last weekend, I didn't really get all dolled up when I went to the dorm, but that was on purpose because I was acting like the whole night was supposed to be a chance encounter. Tonight, I'm not going overboard or anything, but I am spending more time on my hair and makeup than I normally would. I want to look sexy for this boy!

It's 7:42pm and I'm about to head downstairs to wait for Jake when I hear my doorbell. Is that him? Is he early?!?

I turn off the lights in my bathroom, head down my front staircase and yep, I see him through the window of our front door. And my god, he looks fucking adorable!

Jake is standing there on my porch, and he's looking around from side to side as if he's nervous. He has on a button down shirt that's tucked into his jeans, his hair looks extra fluffy, and he appears to be freshly shaved. He looks like a teenager who's on his way to church or something. I love it.

I quickly open the front door and great him with a huge smile.

Me (enthusiastically): "I'm so glad you came!"

Jake looks happy to see me, but yep, he looks super nervous.

Me (stepping aside): "Come on in..."

Jake (very timidly): "Thanks. Sorry Becca, I know I'm a little early."

I usher the shy, sweet boy in, and then I quickly close the door behind him. I had instructed Jake to park in my driveway, because he could get a ticket if he parks on the street overnight, and not to be too presumptuous, but I am kind of hoping for a sleepover. : P

But anyway, Jake followed my instructions as I can see his Kia Soul sitting in my driveway just in front of my attached garage. It looks to be a pretty old model, and it's kind of beat up, but hey, a car's a car, right?

Me (as Jake politely takes off his shoes without being asked): "No problem on the timing. I was just finishing getting ready. How was the drive?"

Jake: "Oh it was good. No issues. Sorry about my car."

Me (not sure what he's referring to): "What do you mean?"

Jake (still seeming very reserved right now): "Oh just that it's so old and that it probably looks out of place in front of your house and this nice neighborhood you live in."

Ironically, our town isn't really that nice or upscale compared to some of the other areas near by.

Me (placing my hand on Jake's shoulder): "Oh don't worry about it at all. It got you here, and that's all that matters!"

Jake (smiling): "Thanks. The car was a present from my mom when I graduated from high school. I know it doesn't look very nice, and it has a ton of miles on it, but it was kind of a big deal for her to get it for me."

I'm starting to think that Jake and his family, which sounds like is just him and his mother, don't have much money. This obviously is totally fine, but I'm guessing he might be a little self-conscious about that fact, considering all the rich kids he goes to school with. I hope he doesn't think that I would ever care about that!

Me (dropping my hand from his shoulder and taking Jake's hand in mine): "Can I get you something to drink? Water? Soda? A beer?"

I know young Jacob is not of legal drinking age yet, but I figure a beer or two might be a good way to help calm his nerves.

Jake (quietly): "I'm good. But thanks."

Hmm. This is all feeling a little awkward. I had originally assumed he was just nervous, but now I'm worried he's actually having second thoughts about being here? I sure hope it's the former.

I figure there are two ways to proceed. I could either invite Jake to have a seat in my living room, where the two of us could just chat a little. Hopefully, he would relax, and I could make sure he's completely comfortable before we move on to anything physical. Or I could take the more direct approach, and I could simply invite him upstairs so we can just dive right into whatever's going to happen. You know, rip that bandaid off! Surprise, surprise, I think I'm going to go the second route.

Me (looking up the stairs while still holding Jake's hand): "What do you say, can I take you up to my bedroom?"

Jake doesn't say a word, but simply nods in agreement. Alright, that's good enough for me. Let's do this!

I start climbing the stairs, holding on to Jacob's hand as I ascend. The act of me leading this young boy up to my bedroom, is quite poetic. Here Jake is, walking up the stairs under his own power, but I'm also pulling him up, helping him to go just a little bit faster. It's the perfect metaphor for how I know Jake is excited to have sex and finally lose his virginity, but I'm pretty sure I want it to happen even more than he does.

Once we get to the top of the stairs, I lead him into my bedroom, still holding his hand. We stop for a second in front of my bed, and I turn to face him and take ahold of his other hand as well.

Jake (while looking around): "Your bedroom is really nice."

Me (smiling): "Thanks."

Jake (now looking right at me): "And sorry I didn't say it before, but you look really pretty tonight."

Fuck. The way he just said that sounded so awesomely sincere, like there wasn't the slightest hint of it being some line or something he was saying because he thought he was supposed to. His delivery makes me feel beautiful, and I love it.

For context, I'm wearing my best pair of jeans along with a silk, lavender sleeveless v-neck. I have on one of my favorite necklaces, a silver pendant with a ruby-like rhinestone I got in China many years ago, along with some simple pearl earrings. My black bra is just peeking out the sides of my top, and I have on a black thong underneath my jeans to match.

Like I mentioned before, Jake has on a nice, light green button down shirt with a baby blue checkered pattern on it. He has it neatly tucked into his pair of jeans, sans belt, and a pair of plain white socks covering his feet.

Me (in response to his telling me how pretty I look): "Awww, you saying that makes me feel so good."

Jake smiles, and I just can't help myself. I move in somewhat aggressively for a kiss.

Initially, it feels like Jacob is a little startled by my advance, as he instinctively retreats a few inches back. But after I make contact and we hold our kiss, I feel him actually pressing forward into me a little, too.

Me (after our lips separate with an audible smack): "Can I ask you something personal?"

Jake (starting to seem a little less nervous now, compared to when he was downstairs): "Uhh, sure?"

I know this is an invasive question, but I just really want to know.

Me (matter-of-factly): "Did you masturbate tonight before coming over?"

Jake (seemingly caught off guard by my question): "Uhhhh, noooo? Was I supposed to??"

Ha, I love his answer. He's too cute. And I can tell from his delivery that he's definitely telling the truth.

Me (chuckling): "No, not at all. I was just curious because I heard that some guys do that. That's all."

Jake (quietly): "Oh, okay. Yeah, no I didn't."

Me: "So when was the last time you did do that then? Masturbate that is."

Jake (while raising his eyebrows to think): "Ohh, geez. Ummm. I guess Tuesday I think? Yeah, Tuesday afternoon."

Fuck, I love this answer as well. Three full days without coming? That's an eternity for an 18-year-old boy! He must be primed and ready to pop, one would think.

Me (curiously): "Why have you not done it since then??"

Jake: "Oh... no reason, really, just my roommate mainly. He like never leaves the room, so it makes it kinda tough to, I guess."

Hmmm. That seems like a valid reason. That also kind of sucks for Jake to have such a limited amount of alone time.

Alright, I know this is selfish and manipulative, but I have to do it. I just can't help myself! I'm going to do a little experiment here and see whether I can get Jake to come in his pants again. Right here, right now. Please don't think less of me!

Me (pulling Jake's body close to mine): "So you were serious when you said you have a thing for older women?"

Jake (nodding slowly at first, then verbally responding): "Yeah, I think so."

I give Jake another quick kiss, as we continue to stand in the middle of my bedroom, fully clothed.

Me: "That works out well, because to be honest, I'm starting to realize I have a huge thing for teenage boys."

There we go. I think my plan is starting to work.

Jake (with the amplitude of his breathing starting to increase): "You do?"

Now I'm the one who simply nods in response.

Jake's inhaling and exhaling continues to get more and more pronounced, but I don't have any intention of slowing things down. I reach behind my cute, little freshman friend's waist and use both hands to pull his body into mine.

Me (almost whispering now): "It turns me on so much that you're a virgin. And I'm sure I would remember it forever, if you would let me be your first."

And as I say this, I give his adorable little butt a tight squeeze and really press our pelvises together. After holding them against each other for a few seconds, I slowly start moving my hips in order to grind my crotch against his. I figure this has to feel good to Jake, as it immediately does to me, but it seems to trigger almost a negative response from him. Because right after I start this rubbing motion, Jake immediately backs his midsection away in order to create some space between our two bodies.

Jake (a little panicky): "Oh sorry, that was... I didn't mean to... that was just a little intense."

It's working!! There's no doubt he's already getting worried about coming. Time to finish the job.

Now that there's a little room, I reach down and take Jake's right hand and slowly move it towards my crotch. Next, I turn his palm so his fingers are vertically oriented, and then I slide his four outstretched fingers right into the slot at the top of my thighs. When I do this, I see Jacob's jaw literally drop.

Me (as I pull up slightly on Jake's hand, applying some pressure to my vagina through my jeans): "Oooooh, that feels soooooo good."

Jake doesn't say a word but is staring at me with eyes wide open. I then take my free hand and use it to pull Jake's body back into mine, pinning his hand between our two crotches.

Me (whispering into Jake's ear again): "Your hand feels soooooo good against my pussy."

Jake lets out an awkward little grunt and gives off a quick full body shudder. I think it might be happening?!?

Me (still whispering): "It's soooo warm."

Yep. It's happening. I can't believe how easy this was!!

Jake abruptly pulls his hand out from between my legs and forcefully takes ahold of both of my shoulders. He then lowers his head and buries his face into my clavicle.

Jake (after a pained grunt): "Sorry!! Oh shit. Fuck!"

Oh my god, he's jizzing in his pants right now. This is so awesome!

Despite his head resting on my collarbone, Jake has pulled his hips back away from my body, as if he's purposefully trying to shield me from any potential mess.

The truth is I don't want or need him to shield me from anything, so I reach down and press my hand against the bulge of his jeans and start rubbing. Even though the denim is a pretty thick material, I want to try and make his orgasm feel as good as possible. I also figure I'll try to help him come as much as he can, too, as the bigger the mess, the sexier it'll be.

As I'm massaging his young cock through his pants, Jake starts panting.

Jake (now pumping his hips rhythmically into the palm of my hand as he grunts): "Oh god... oh god... oh god..."

Me (reassuringly): "Shhhhhh... it's okay... just come... just come as much as you want..."

Finally, Jake's orgasm subsides and he quiets down. My hand remains on his crotch, and then for the first time, I feel a little wetness making its way through the thick fabric of his jeans.

Me (pulling my own face back so we can make eye contact again): "You okay? You feel better??"

Jake (looking at me with the sweetest puppy dog eyes): "I'm so sorry. I'm soooo, so sorry."

Oh my god, you sweet boy. Don't be sorry! I wanted you to blow your load into your pants so fucking badly. In fact, I was doing everything I could to make it happen! There is absolutely no need to apologize, because I loved watching every second of your gooey, premature orgasm.

Me (clearly hiding my true motives here): "It's okay. It could happen to anyone."

I know, I know... I'm going to hell.

Jake (now seeming a little somber): "You probably want me to go, huh?"

Shit. That's not the reaction I was looking for. Time to correct this before we get too far off course.

Me (emphatically): "Oh my gosh, no! I definitely want you to stay. In fact, I'm even more turned on now than I was a few minutes ago."

Jake (looking very skeptical): "You are?"

Me: "Absolutely. In fact, how about we survey the damage in your underwear and maybe I can help you rinse off in the shower? Get you all cleaned up?"

Jake (looking a little more at ease): "Okay. That sounds nice."

This is perfect. Jake can take a shower and get all squeaky clean and smelling good. And a rinse off should also give his pecker enough time to recover and start getting ready for round two.

So I take my barely legal friend by the hand and lead him into the master bathroom, just past the combination walk-in closet and washer/dryer that's connected to my bedroom. Once we get in there, I immediately turn the shower on, because I know it can take awhile for the water to heat up.

Me (walking back towards Jake): "Can I take a look at the mess you made in your pants? I'm curious to see it."

Jake (looking down): "Okay. Sure?"

I take ahold of the two flaps of Jake's jeans and I pop the button open. And as I pull them apart to force his zipper down, I can immediate see the fallout from all the sperm he just expelled.

Jake is wearing a pair of light gray boxer briefs, that I'm pretty sure are the exact same brand I buy for my son at Sam's Club. But on the front of them, there's a huge, dark wet spot that's partially hidden behind the tucked-in front flaps of his button down shirt. It's worth noting that one of his shirt flaps was not immune to the damage, as it's got an obvious wet cum spot on it now.

As I see all this, I start unbuttoning Jake's shirt, and since he's not wearing anything underneath it, as soon as I remove his long-sleeved collared shirt and toss it onto my tiled bathroom floor, my adorable little boy toy is now topless. And I have to say, he has a really cute chest and upper body.

Next, I start taking down his jeans, which are somewhat of a tight fit, but not too hard to get off. I toss those aside as well, and then I remove Jake's socks. At this point, I stand back up and admire the sight of what's in front of me. There's a teenage boy, still looking completely shell shocked and nervous, standing in my bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of cum-soaked boxers. It's glorious.

I'm about to reach down and remove Jacob's last remaining article of clothing when he says something unexpected.

Jake (as he turns his head towards the tub that's across from my shower): "Do you think you could give me a bath instead?"

Hmmm. What an interesting request. Not only the part about taking a bath instead of a shower, but the way he phrased it. Me give him a bath? I'm definitely fine with whatever makes him comfortable, though.

Me (agreeably): "Sure. No problem."

I walk over and crank the tub's faucet on hot before heading over to stop the shower. When I come back, I can feel the water is plenty warm enough so I pull the rod up to close the drain and the bathtub starts filling up. I then return my attention to young Jacob.

I don't bother asking permission, but instead I simply pull his waistband out and peak inside his semen-drenched pair of underwear. And as I do, I get my first glimpse of that tired little guy that just exploded all over the place. And when I say little, I mean it!

Now granted, his penis is clearly soft and flaccid right now after coming, so I don't want to assume too much based on its current size, but it's notable how small it appears. It's also noteworthy how much cum is covering the entire contents of his under garment. Holy shit, there's visible jizz everywhere! There's cum stretched across the open space where his cock and balls are, as well as all soaked into the interior fabric of the boxer briefs themselves.

I certainly don't let that deter me though, as I quickly pull down his underwear, trying my best not to get semen all over his legs as I remove them. Now that he's completely naked, he looks even more innocent than before, especially considering how his tiny limp penis is barely big enough to poke out from behind his dark brown pubic hair.

I check the temperature of the bath, and it seems good, so I take Jake's hand and lead him into the tub. And as he sits down into the couple of inches of water that's filled up so far, he looks back up to me as if to ask, what's next?

I have to say, there's something really hot about how Jake is sitting here totally nude in my bathtub, while I'm still completely clothed. There's a clear power dynamic at play, but I also think it's because I just love the sight of a naked 18-year-old boy!

Now I know last weekend Jake claimed he was out running because he wanted to get into shape for the first time ever, but I have to say, he already looks pretty damn fit to me! He's quite skinny, but what is there has some decent muscle tone, so both his upper and lower body look very nice. There's no doubt he is very short though, and for whatever reason, it's even more apparent now that he's naked.

I'll tell you one thing, though. He has one of the cutest outie belly buttons I've ever seen! And while he seems to be rocking a full man bush, and of course he has hair in his armpits, otherwise it's notable how not hairy his chest is. It's basically smooth. In fact, his whole midsection is pretty hairless, other than his pubes, of course.

Speaking of his pubes, one thing his prominent bush does do is highlight just how small his dick is. Again, I'll definitely give him the benefit of the doubt, because I know boys talk all the time about how some of them are showers, and others are growers. But his little pecker looks so small hidden behind all that hair, that it's really hard to imagine it growing into a full-sized cock. But I'll tell you one thing, I should know soon enough!

Now as good as Jake looks naked, I definitely feel the opposite about myself. At my age, despite being in pretty good shape, I'm still self-conscious about my naked body as I approach my 40s. Suffice to say, I have no issue with the fact that Jake is buck-ass naked, and I still get to keep my clothes on.

Jake is now simply sitting in the tub, and once the water level rises up to his waist, I turn off the faucet. I figure I don't want the bathtub to fill up too much, as it obstructs my view! After shutting off the water, I head over to the shower and grab a loofah and some body wash. I mean, he did say he wanted me to give him a bath, right?

So I kneel down next to the tub and squirt a healthy amount of the liquid soap into the loofah, and then I use my hands to lather it all up. Once it's good and soapy, I begin to wash Jacob's very sexy body.

I start with his shoulders, upper back and then move to his chest. He's looking at me sweetly as I do this, mostly keeping his eyes on me, but occasionally looking down to see what I'm washing. Eventually, I get to his abs, and then without trying to make a big deal about it, I reach down and scrub his genital region. His crotch is basically right where the water level is, so it splashes around quite a bit as I scrub his junk. Considering that's where all of his cum was though, I try to do a good job of legitimately washing it. Finally, I reach down and give each of his legs a soapy once over as well.

Jake (looking so sweetly): "Thanks for doing this. It's really nice."

Me (enjoying this a surprising amount as well): "Yeah, no problem. It's my pleasure."

And then I smile.

As I'm taking stock of this whole scene, I realize all of Jake's newly dirty clothes are still strewn about my bathroom floor. I figure I should probably offer to do something about them, right?

Me: "Hey, do you want me to throw your underwear and the rest of your clothes into the wash? I don't think they're really wearable in the state they're in."

I chuckle, thinking about how they're all soaked with 18-year-old boy cum.

Jake (sitting up in the tub to take a look at the floor): "Oh, that's very nice of you, but it's okay. I'll be fine."

I realize that in addition to being a nice gesture, my washing Jake's clothes also kind of prevents him from leaving, at least for an hour or two, right?

Me (walking over to gather them): "Nonsense. My washing machine is right here, so I'll just do a quick load and then they'll be clean."

Jake (seeming genuinely appreciative): "Thanks."

As I begin to prepare the small load of laundry, I see Jake grab the body wash and re-soap the loofah I had been using on him. Next, I see him lift the right side of his body completely out of the water and begin scrubbing up and down his ass crack. Now normally, I would probably take great offense to someone using my personal sponge to wash their butt crack, but I figure he's cute enough that I'll let this one infraction slide. : P

Once he's done actively washing himself, I figure I should ask him about the button-down shirt that he was wearing.

Me (calling back to Jake): "Hey, are you ok with me throwing your shirt into the wash as well? Or do you only dry clean it?"

Jake (looking totally perplexed): "Dry clean?"

Ha. With that reaction, I'm guessing he's never had anything dry cleaned in his life.

Me (smiling): "Nevermind. I'll include it with the rest."

I start the small load of laundry and head back to the tub.

Me (crouching back down): "How's the bath going? Did you remember to wash all of your hard to reach places?"

I say that second part as a joke, both alluding to his butt washing, and also phrasing it like something a mother might say to her son. But then it hits me that if I'm trying to have sex with this college boy, which I obviously am, then maybe mom jokes aren't the best idea.

Me (quickly apologizing): "Sorry if I'm giving off major mom-vibes here. I realize that probably isn't what you want to be envisioning."

And then I give off another small laugh. But thankfully Jake smiles and chuckles as well, as if to indicate it's all good.

Jake (still beaming): "Don't worry about it. Everything is perfect right now."

That's good. I really am glad he's having a good time, as I certainly am as well. He seems like such a sweet kid, and it also seems like he hasn't had the easiest life so far, at least from the limited amount he's told me about his childhood.

I figure if he was fine with my motherly joke a second ago, it's probably not a big deal if I ask him a little bit about his home life growing up?

Me (trying to get a better picture here): "So has it always just been you and your mom living at home? Do you have any siblings or other family?"

Jake: "Yeah, just my mom and me. But we've survived this long. And now I'm in college, so I think we're doing something right."

Me: "Yeah, that's really great."

Jake (perking up with pride): "I'm actually the first person in my family to ever go to college. But it's all thanks to my mom. She sacrificed everything, basically."

It's really sweet how positively he speaks about his mother. First it was in referencing the car she got him as a present, and now it's the sacrifices she made for him to be able to go to college.

Me (liking this kid more and more every minute that passes): "That's so awesome. And so cool for your mom. I'm sure she's so proud."

Jake smiles.

Me (still curious): "Sorry if this is too personal, and you don't have to answer. But do you have any relationship at all with your dad?"

Jake (seeming totally fine to answer the question): "Nah. Never met him. And to be honest, I don't really have any desire to."

I nod in sympathy.

Jake: "From what I do know, he's not a very good person. And so meeting him would probably be a bad idea, and I don't know if I'd be able to control myself. Like I don't know what I'd say or what I'd do, but it probably wouldn't be good."

Me (feeling bad now for having brought this topic up): "Oh I'm so sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to drum up any painful memories."

Jake (still seeming totally relaxed as he splashes around in the tub): "Oh it's okay. It really is."

Me (placing my arm on his shoulder): "It seems like you're pretty protective of your mom. That's really sweet."

Jake (chuckles): "Yeah, I am. But only because she deserves somebody to take care of her."

Me (giving in to my curiosity): "So, what would happen when your mom would bring someone home that she was dating? Would you get all over-protective and make sure the guy was good enough for her?"

Jake (looking up at me from the tub): "You know... for whatever reason, that's never happened. She never really dated anyone, ever, that I can remember."

Now I'm worried about how lonely this poor woman must be! She raised this kid during what I assume are her prime adult years and she didn't even have the time to have her own relationships? That's so sad!

Me (showing sympathy): "Aw, that's too bad."

Me (trying to make light of the situation): "Here I am having been separated from my husband for only a week, and I'm already worried about not finding someone!"

Jake (smiles at me): "You're so pretty, I'm sure you won't have any problem at all."

What a sweetie!

Me (after grabbing the loofah from Jake and giving his chest a sensual little scrub): "Well, I know I'm looking forward to getting some of my needs and desires fulfilled tonight, that's for sure."

I then raise my eyebrows suggestively and smile, but instead of grinning back as I would've expected, Jacob gets a serious look on his face.

Jake (after a few moments pass): "Can I tell you something extremely personal?"

Oh my god, yes. A thousand times yes. I'm so curious to know what he's about to say!!

Me (restraining myself): "Of course. If you want to, that is. But yeah, you can tell me anything."

Jake (clearly really nervous all of the sudden): "I use to... I mean... my mom never had boyfriends... but she would masturbate a lot."

Oh really?!? This is interesting, and pretty fucking weird that he knows this, but definitely interesting.

Jake (continuing): "I know that... because I... because I would spy on her when she did it."

Woah. So many fucking questions. Where do I begin??? Be reasonable Becca, this obviously is a very personal thing for this boy to be sharing, let alone answering questions about.

Me (with a subdued tone): "Wow. That's interesting. So how exactly did you spy on her?"

My heart is racing now for whatever reason.

Jake: "The very first time, I didn't know what was going on. The walls in our house are pretty thin, and I heard a weird buzzing noise. I know now that it was her vibrator, but at the time I had no clue. So I went into her room to tell her I heard something."

Me (captivated by this tale): "Okay... go on..."

Jake: "She was in there under the covers, but I clearly had startled her. When I told her about the weird noise, she apologized and told me it was nothing to worry about and that I should go back to bed."

Ha. This actually sounds quite believable. Too funny.

Jake: "So that was the first time. But then I would hear it again and again, but instead of going in and asking her, I would stand outside her room, and since her door was always left open a crack at night, I could see in. And the way her room is, I could actually see her bed through the crack."

Jake (after pausing and locking eyes with me): "And so I would watch her."

Wow. This is nuts. First off, there's no way she didn't know that he was spying on her, right? I wonder what the story with that is. And secondly, what in the world was running through his mind while he was watching her?!?

Me (totally fascinated by this for some reason): "Did you like watching her? Or did it make you uncomfortable to see your mom do that?"

Jake: "No, I liked watching her."

Jake (now with a pained look of guilt on his face): "I liked watching her a lot."

Oh this sweet boy. Now I feel kind of bad that he feels so bad about this.

Jake (super quietly): "It's so weird. I know."

Yeah, it is kind of weird. It definitely is. But it's still fascinating. Wait a second... is Jake's attraction to his own mom actually turning me on right now?? Oh my god, it is. Fuck, this must be my horny brain that hasn't orgasmed for seven straight days taking over right now, because this doesn't seem like the sort of thing that would normally do it for me. What have I become?!

Me (trying to reign in my pervertedness to show some sympathy): "No, it's not weird. I'm sure you were just curious."

I know I'm pathetic, but I need to know more.

Me: "So would you get excited whenever you'd be in bed and you'd first hear that buzzing noise coming from your mom's room?"

Jake: "Yeah. And whenever she'd go for long stretches without, I'd get kinda down. Like bummed out that she wasn't doing that."

Me: "So would you think about her doing that even on nights when she wasn't?"

Jake: "Yeah, I would."

Jake (trailing off): "I would fantasize about her a lot..."

It's interesting that he used that word. I had been thinking it, but I didn't want to say it.

Me (I'm so shameless): "What would you fantasize about with her?"

Jake: "I'd think about how much I loved watching her, and how I wished I could get to see her up close when she was doing that. And I also would think about touching her, and what that would be like. But most of all, I fantasize about making her feel good. Making her happy."

My god. This is all so much to take in, and I'm struggling to process everything he just said. And did he just say fantasize, like in the present tense? Holy shit. This is one hell of a plot twist that just unfolded here. I mean a couple minutes ago, I was thinking how sweet it is that he thinks so highly of his mother. But wow, I just didn't realize the full extent of how deep those feelings actually were!

And holy fuck! I just remembered what Jake said last weekend when we were chatting after his early morning run. He said something to the effect of, he had always fantasized about his first time being with someone around my age. Here I was thinking that he had a thing for older women, but instead maybe it's just one specific woman he has in mind? His own mother?!?

Me: "How old is your mom, Jake?"

Jake: "She turned 40 this year."

Yep, that's me. Holy shit. This all makes sense now. And the bath! The way he asked me to give him a bath instead of showering off like I had suggested?!? That's such a motherly thing to do! Holy fucking shit.

I mean, maybe he doesn't even realize what he's doing, and this is all on a subconscious level or something. On the other hand, maybe he knows exactly what he's doing. But either way, there's no doubt in my mind that he's using me to live out some long held fantasy of his involving his own mother, at least on some level.

Am I okay with this? God, I think I am and it's so fucking weird. But I'm just so fucking turned on right now. I guess this is what I get after two decades of basically being celibate! My sex life goes from absolute nada, to fucking four college boys in their dorm last weekend, to this weekend potentially taking the virginity of this adorable boy who happens to have a crush on his own mom.

Yep. I am nuts. But I don't care. Okay fuck it, if we're going to do this, we're going to do it for real. I can't believe I'm about to propose this, but here goes nothing...

Me (feeling like the nervous one now): "Is it okay... sorry, let me rephrase... Jacob, would you like... for tonight... for me to pretend to be your mom? Like as a roleplay?"

My proposition definitely gets Jake's attention and he looks up at me with kind of a confused expression.

Fuck. I shouldn't have asked that. That was too far over the line, as I'm sure he holds his mom in such high regard, that my suggestion is probably insulting. I've definitely offended him by asking. Look at his face! Shit.

Jake (after what feels like forever): "You would do that for me??"

Holy shit. Scratch that. He's definitely not offended.

Me (with my heart beating so intensely): "Yeah, I think so. I think it would be fun. Would it turn you on?"

Jake (quietly): "Oh my god, it would."

Holy shit. This is awesome. And then I remember one other key detail from our chat last Saturday.

But before revealing that, I stand up and head over to the shower to grab a bottle of shampoo. And as I come back and kneel next to Jake in the bathtub, I squirt a generous amount of the L'Oréal into my hand.

Jake watches intently to see what I'm about to do.

Me (as I deposit my palmfull of shampoo into his cute, curly hair): "Okay Jacobson, we need to wash your hair before we can get you outta the tub."

Jake looks up at me with such adoration, clearly responding to the fact that I used his full name, which he had told me a week ago that only his mother called him.

And then he lies back, closes his eyes and exhales, while I begin to lather up his short, light brown, adorable curls.

Jake (with a huge sense of satisfaction and relief): "Oh my god, Mom. This feels soooo good."

Wow. It's on. I called him Jacobson, and he called me Mom. I have no idea how this is going to unfold, but it's going to be really fucking interesting.

I keep on massaging Jake's scalp with my shampoo covered hands, doing my best to suds up on every last strand of hair. And as I'm doing this, I see his breathing start to pick up. His chest is noticeably expanding and contracting, and I can audibly hear his exhales again. His eyes are still closed, and it seems like he's in heaven.

Jake (repeating himself): "Oh, Mom, this feels soooooo amazing."

And then I see it.

Between the body wash that we used before, and the newly added shampoo, there's now a decent amount of soapy bubbles sitting on top of the water that's still right at Jake's midsection. But out of this film of cleanliness, I see Jacob's innocent little, 18-year-old penis start to rise up. It happens slowly at first, but then it keeps on growing until it's all the way out of the water.

Holy shit, his cock looks so good. And remember before how I thought it looked like he had a small penis, but I didn't know for sure because it was totally flaccid? Well, he has a full-on boner right now, and yep, it's not very big. But I don't care one bit. It's the cutest, little rock-hard pecker I've ever seen.

It's fully extended and it looks like it might only be about three and a half inches long. And while his shaft is also tiny, like not very thick, he has the biggest, plumpest, bright red mushroom tip on the end of it, that appears to be totally engorged with blood right now.

Fuck. That penis looks so goddamn appealing sticking out of that bath water. It's so wet, clean, and ready for attention. I want in my hands. I want it in my pussy. But perhaps most of all, I want it in my fucking mouth. And trust me, that's a weird thing for me to crave.

I've always been happy to give someone a blow job, especially if it's in return for their going down on me, but I can't ever remember actually fantasizing about sucking someone's cock before. I've never really wanted or needed to do that to someone, at least never this badly.

And now, as I stare at Jake's soapy wet, rock-hard, little lollipop penis, all I can think about is engulfing the entire length of it into my mouth. I want to feel his pubes against my gums, and that giant mushroom head in the back of my throat. And most of all, I want to feel him explode into my mouth, so I can swallow every last drop of cum this adorable 18-year-old boy has to offer.

But perhaps most notably of all, I'm even willing to pretend to be this kid's mom, if that's what it takes. In fact, I'll do anything this boy wants. I just need that fucking cock, in this fucking mouth, right the fuck now.

To be continued...