Helping My Son's Friend...

It was late April and an unseasonably warm spring day. My son, James had two of mates over and were playing football in the garden. They'd recently celebrated their nineteenth birthdays and I had to admit I was envious of them as there seemed to be so many more opportunities for the youth of today. But today, it wasn't just their youth I was envious of as they'd taken off their tops and it was clear that kids looked after themselves a lot better these days. When I was there age I couldn't remember seeing any of my male friends with six packs and well formed pecs.

I'd finished washing up but couldn't drag my self away from the window as they were now lying on the grass sunning themselves... their chests were beaded with sweat... oh to be young again!

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My husband, an avid Arsenal supporter had managed to get four tickets to go to Wembley and watch his team play in the FA cup semi final. For some strange reason he thought I might like to go. I really wasn't interested but I knew James would definitely be having one of the tickets. And later it was agreed that my sons friends Max and William would have the remaining two tickets.

The day of the semi final arrived and I was looking forward to it as I would have the day all to myself. It was a rare occasion as both my husband and I worked from home so mostly we were together twenty four seven. Just a few hours respite was going to be bliss.

My husband and James got up early, and in turn woke me which was annoying as I'd planned a lay in. As they noisily made breakfast I decided to get up and shower. As I dried myself I heard my husband calling out. "Come on we've got to go otherwise we'll miss the train." The door slammed shut... I sighed with relief they'd gone and could now start my day of rest and relaxation.

I pulled on a pair of panties and then thought what to wear. I couldn't be bothered to sort anything out just yet so I pulled on a long thin cotton jumper than was decent enough as it came down to the tops of my thighs, certainly good enough for me to make pancakes and then have a leisurely breakfast.

In the kitchen I got out everything I needed to start making breakfast... It was then I heard the front doorbell and then the door opening. I went into the hall and saw a very flustered and sweaty Max.

"Have I missed them?" He said.

"Yes, they left about ten minutes ago." I said.

His shoulders slumped. "I over slept." He said. "Could you give me a lift to the station please?" He sounded desperate.

I looked at my watch... It was ten to eight... "What time does the train leave?" I asked.

"Ten past eight." He said.

I knew the station was about a twenty minute drive away and was about to say we wouldn't get there in time but the look on his face made me feel I had to do something. I grabbed my car keys. "Come on let's see if we can catch that train."

We set off and I hadn't got to the end of the road when I noticed he was looking down at my legs. I could have died... In my rush to help him I'd forgotten what I was wearing and quite clearly, I was showing an awful lot of leg. in fact it was so bad there was a chance he could see my knickers. I was already on edge as I had to drive as fast as I dare, and now I was even more anxious as I was flashing my son's friend. I felt awful.

It seemed every traffic light we came across was on red which just added to the stress. I pulled up outside the station. It was dead on ten past eight. He rushed from the car. "Thank you." He shouted slamming the door behind him.

I looked across at the station and saw a train pulling away. I had a bad feeling about this and decided to wait just in case. Two minutes later Max appeared... he looked crestfallen.

"Thanks for waiting." He said.

I didn't say anything... I set off in the direction of his home.

I was now feeling awful on many fronts, one because he'd missed his train, two because I was dressed very inappropriately and three he was still taking sneaky peeks at my legs. I tried convincing myself I'd done the right thing and just reacted to the situation and that was going to be my defence if Max told James about the situation.

I was relieved when I pulled up outside Max's house.

"Thank you Mrs Davis." He said and reached into his pocket.

I smiled... I'd lost count of the times I'd told him and all of my son's friends they could call me Gina. "No problem and sorry I couldn't get you there on time." I said.

"I appreciate you trying." He said and was now searching his other pocket.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I think I may have come out without my door key." He raised his hips and pushed his hand deeper into his shorts pocket trying to find the key. I watched as he rummaged and couldn't help notice the front of his shorts had pulled tight across his groin and clearly I could see a cock shaped bulge... I quickly looked away but the image seemed to be burn into my mind. I couldn't be sure but either he was very well endowed or he was well on the way to being erect.

"I can't find my key." He said while rummaging deeper in his other pocket.

I glanced over and again... "Is it in your bag?" I asked and kept staring at his groin.

"I'll check." He said.

As he pulled his hand from his pocket I managed to look away.

"No it's not in there either. I don't know what to do?" He said.

"Is there anywhere you can go until your folks get home?" I asked.

"No." He answered.

"What time do they get home?"

"Five o'clock."

My shoulders slumped as I realised what I had to do. "You can come and stay with me until they get home."

"Thank you Mrs Davis."

I wanted to remind him to call me Gina, but couldn't be bothered as all i could think about was my day was now ruined.

We got back... I went into the house first and wondered if he was ogling my legs and arse.... "Have you had breakfast?" I asked.

"No... I was going to get something on the train." He replied.

"Would you like a pancake?" I offered.

"Love one."

He followed me into the kitchen where I was going to tell him to make himself a drink while I go and change but when I turned and looked at him I caught him staring at my breasts, which caused a certain stirring within me and one I hadn't felt for many years. "Would you like a drink?" I asked.

He quickly raised his eyes. "A coffee would be lovely thank you."

I turned away and went over to the coffee machine. As I added fresh coffee beans I glanced down and saw exactly why he'd been staring at my chest. My nipples were taught and poking out. I wondered if he liked what he saw. For a few brief seconds I thought about teasing him some more but then reality hit me... I was twice his age, plus some, and he was my son's friend. I turned around. I now caught him checking out my arse. "How do you like your coffee?" I asked.

"Just white thank you." He replied.

Before I turned back to the coffee machine I fleetingly glanced between his legs... My pulse quickened. There was a definite larger bulge in the front of his shorts.

Within seconds hormones were whizzing through my veins... I felt excited and I knew I shouldn't be feeling like this. It was almost like the feeling I remembered the very first time I made out. Crazy thoughts then filled my mind... I had to get a grip. "What do you like on your pancakes?" I asked without turning to face him.

"Have you got any maple syrup?"

"Yes I have, and good choice." I said and resisted the temptation to turn around.

The coffee machine beeped as it finished grinding the beans. I reached out to press the start button when I noticed I could see him in the reflection of the sliver surface of the machine. Quite clearly he was staring at my arse. I looked up and went to get two coffee mugs from the shelf but decided to do something else. I opened the cupboard door and reached up and grabbed two mugs from the top shelf. I knew by the way my jumper rose up I would have flashed him my arse and panties. As I placed the mugs down I looked at the reflection in the coffee machine and nearly gasped as I saw him adjust the front of his shorts. There was no doubt in my mind he liked what he saw.

My heart was racing, my skin was tingling and my mind battling with thoughts that ought not to be there. I berated myself and knew i should go and get changed before making the pancakes. I had an idea. He could whisk the flour and eggs while I go upstairs to get decent. he beat me to it...

"Want me to help make the pancakes?" He asked.

"Sure." I said and walked across the kitchen to get the ingredients I'd got out earlier.

"What are you like at whisking eggs?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Never done it before."

"I'll show you." I said and grabbed a whisk.

I was aware he wasn't watching my hands as I broke four eggs into the bowl and his eyes were certainly not looking at the scales as I weighed the flour. The thing was the more I knew he was enjoying the view the more it turned me on. I knew nothing could happen between us but I was really enjoying the feeling that he found me attractive. I couldn't remember feeling this good about myself.

I picked up the whisk and demonstrated how to use it. And then as I then handed it over to him I took the opportunity to look at his groin and this time there was no doubt at all... he was erect... very very erect.

I stepped back and watched as he struggled to get into a smooth rhythm of whisking the mixture.

"Here let me show you again." I reached out and took the bowl from him. I then quickly whisked the mixture and as I did I could feel my breasts lightly moving, my hard nipples brushing the material. It felt amazing and even more so because he looked mesmerised. "It's all in the wrist." I said and sped up even more.

He shook his head... "Fuck I bet you give a great hand job." He said and then stepped back... he looked frightened... "Sorry... so sorry... I can't believe I said that out loud. Did I say it out loud?"

I was stunned... I stopped whisking and stared at him... I nodded. "Yes, you did say that out loud."

"Sorry Mrs Davis... but..." He stopped talking.

"But what?" I prompted him.

"No... I shouldn't say." he looked embarrassed.

"I think you've already started so please carry on." I said.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights... that was until he reached down and adjusted his cock. "Sorry but it's rather uncomfortable."

"Yes, I can see that." I said whilst looking at his crotch.

"It's just that maybe... well... " He stopped and took a deep breath. "Me and William think you are by far the sexiest of all our moms and we unanimously agreed that you are..." He stopped talking again.

"Agreed that I'm what?" I prompted him again.

"We agreed that you are the most doable."

I laughed. "And what does doable mean?"

"Doable as in fuck."

I was shocked he'd used that word but also liked it as it was aimed at me in a sexual sense. "Do you often talk about me?"

"Oh yeah... only the other day I was lying in your garden and could see you at the kitchen sink and I was surprised you couldn't see my boner from there."

"What... you were hard thinking about me!" I was shocked.

"Yeah and I'm busting here." He looked down at his shorts.

I looked at his bulging shorts.

"So you see when I saw you whisking the pancake mixture it got me all hot and bothered and I blurted what was in my mind and that was thinking about you giving me a hand job."

"You certainly blurted and now you've added even more detail" I said whilst still staring at his bulging shorts.

"So how about it then." He said.

I looked up. "How about what?" I asked.

He grinned. "I think you want to."

"Want to what." I said... I was now the one caught in the headlights and was about to get hit right between the eyes as he started to undo his shorts. Now I should have stopped him, or walked away, or even shutting my eyes would have been better than what I did... I licked my bloody lips, which I have to say was involuntary.

Slowly he pulled the zipper down... my heart was pounding and part of me was screaming to put a stop to it but something deep down was willing him to expose himself to me. Maybe it was because I'd only ever had sex with my husband, maybe it was because I couldn't believe a young good looking nineteen year old found me attractive enough to show me his cock.

I don't know why but I was holding my breath as he pulled his shorts down. His briefs were stretched with his hard cock, the thick bulbous head straining against the material. I could already see he was thicker and longer than my husband... I shook my head... "Max, this is silly and you should pull your shorts up." I said.

He just grinned and then grabbed his cock through his briefs and then gave it a rub with the palm of his hand. I then saw a bead of wetness seep through where the tip of his cock was in contact with the material of his briefs.

"You don't know how much I really want you to give me a hand job." He said whilst grabbing at his cock at his cock again.

"I think I can see how much." I said seeing the wet spot get bigger.

He smiled and then yanked his briefs down...

My eyes widened... my whole body seemed to respond to the image of his cock... for someone so young he had a very impressive cock.

"Just a quick hand job that's all." He said.

I was shaking my head... there was no way I could do such a thing... I looked up from his cock and saw the lust in his eyes. I crumbled... "Max if I do this you need to promise me no one will ever know. Promise you won't say anything."

"I promise." He said.

"If you do tell anyone I will hunt you down and make your life hell do you understand." I said and hadn't a clue why I said that as I wouldn't know how I would see that through.

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

I took a deep breath. I knew what I was about to do was so very wrong but he was horny... and I really wanted to wrap my hands around that gorgeous cock. "Come here then." I said.

He shuffled over to me... his shorts fell to his ankles, his briefs around his thighs.

I looked down... his cock was pointing up, the head glistening with pre come. I stood slightly to the side and then as I reached out and took hold of his cock I was sure my pulse doubled in an instant. As I wrapped my fingers tightly around the shaft I felt a hardness I hadn't expected. One thing for sure my husbands cock had never felt this hard, or this big. I slowly started to stroke him while intently watching my hand go up and down the shaft... It was then I realised he didn't have a foreskin... it was all pure hard cock.

"Can you go faster." He asked.

I sped up...

"Faster... just like you were whisking the pancake mixture." He said.

I eased to the side of him and then went for it. My hand was a blur... his balls quickly bouncing beneath his cock. It didn't take long... he grunted... I kept going... cum flicked from the tip of his cock and was flying in every direction. I stopped stroking him, my fingers were slimy and slipper, his chest was heaving as he took deep breaths.

"Thank you that was the best hand job ever." He said.

"You're welcome and remember not a word to anyone." I said.

"Absolutely not a word. And that's the same for what we are about to do." He said.

"And what are we about to do?" I asked and quickly got the answer as he tuforced his hand between y legs. "Your panties are very wet." He said while pressing his fingers into me.

"Max... this isn't a good idea," I protested and let go of his cock.

"I disagree." He said and then pushed me back towards the breakfast bar, his fingers still probing me through my panties. "Have you see how long my tongue is?"

I wanted to say something but seeing his long tongue extend from his mouth distracted me. He then grabbed me under my arms and lifted me onto the breakfast bar. I knew what he was going to do and once again I should have stopped him as this was wrong on so many different levels but I was now far too gone to stop him.

He took a pace back and then stepped out of his shorts and briefs... I shook my head and pointed. "You're still hard." I said in amazement.

"Yeah... it's a gift I have." He said and then took off his t-shirt He was now naked... the word naked rattled around my mind. What the hell had I started?

He then stepped forward and placed his hands on my knees. Although I in turmoil and having thoughts about putting an abrupt halt to this my legs parted very easily. He lowered, his head now between my thighs, his hands sweeping up the insides of my legs. I was willing them to go faster, higher... they did... I felt my panties being pulled aside and then I gasped as his tongue lashed over my labia a. I knew within seconds he knew what he was doing. My husband was good, but Max seemed to know exactly where to lick, suck and penetrate. I was struggling to comprehend how he could be this good. Quickly he had me gasping and on the edge of orgasm which was something else that played on my mind as I'd never got this close so quickly. I grabbed the edge of the breakfast bar, my whole body tensing and waiting for the moment when pleasure overcame. It didn't... Max eased off... I took a deep breath as frustration overcame. I couldn't help it and grabbed his head and forced it onto my pussy. Quickly the feeling of orgasm started to build again... I held my breath waiting for my orgasm to start... He pulled back again... I knew then he was playing me, teasing me. Again I questioned how a nineteen year old could know so much... He edged me again and then again... I was desperate for release and he knew it and also knew I would give in to what he wanted to do next. He pulled back, his face dripping with my excitement. He smiled and then lifted me down from the breakfast bar.

"Turn around and lean over the counter." He said.

I was too turned on to refuse... I did as he said.

I felt his fingers slide over my wet and wanting pussy... I was now so desperate I'd dismissed thoughts about how I would never let him fuck me.

I moaned as the bulbous thick head of his cock breached my entrance... he pushed in further... My pussy seemed to be sucking him in... I was pushing back onto him... His cock slid in deeper. I could feel his cock was much thicker than I was used to and was a revelation as I was feeling tingles I'd never felt before. He then grabbed my hips and pushed all the way in. I moaned loudly, my legs trembled as my body was gripped with pleasure. I'd been close to orgasm before he entered me and just feeling him all the way inside me tipped me over the edge. He held me tightly as my legs trembled and shook... then as the pleasure subsided he started to fuck me, slow deliberate long thrusts, the whole of his cock sliding in and out. I could feel another orgasm building but this felt different in that the increasing pressure was deep inside my vagina and not around my clit. "Fuck me faster." I pleaded.

He didn't disappoint and sped up... I came fast and hard... my body succumbing to the pounding his cock was giving me... At that moment in time I wasn't worried about what I was doing and who with or even the consequences of what might happen if anyone found out. I was concentrated on just one thing... the build up of another orgasm... and it came quickly and violently... Once again I was in the midst of pleasure... his thrusting cock extending the intense pleasure I was sure I'd never come so hard in all my life. With each inward thrust he was trying to get in deeper... his balls slapping my arse... It was just as I wondered if he was getting close he gripped me tightly and thrust into me, his legs locked... I could feel him tense... Then I felt his cock swell inside me... which was another first... Then it jerked... and again and again... the last spasm was weaker... he'd come inside me and it felt great... maybe because I could feel a dull warmth where his seed spilled inside me or perhaps because I'd just had the best sex of my life. I certainly hadn't come so many times whilst being fucked.

He pulled back... I felt empty as his cock slid from me... I stood up and turned and faced him... He smiled. "That was fun, shall we go to the bedroom and continue." He said.

I looked down at his cock... it wasn't fully hard but it wasn't soft and shrivelled like I was used to after sex with my husband.

I wasn't sure I could take his cock again so soon... I was feeling very sensitive. "I think I need a shower." I said.

"Great Idea. I'll join you."

I led the way upstairs... I was in a daze as I couldn't believe what had happened, how it happened and why I was so accommodating and offered to give him a hand job in the first place.

He pulled on his cock as I took off my jumper and panties. By the time I turned the shower on he was very nearly hard again. The guy was a machine... In the shower his soapy hands were all over me... and mine over him. With his cock now back to full hardness I soaped him up and wanked him with varying degrees of speed. A couple of times I thought I had him on the precipice of ejaculation as he tightly clenched his buttocks. One thing for sure he had me close and panting for more... his slippery fingers again finding my most sensitive parts.

We got out of the shower... he dried me... I dried him... he then led me into the bedroom and pushed me down onto my marital bed. I should have felt guilty but seeing his throbbing cock was all I could think about. I had a need to feel him inside me again. I opened my legs exposing myself to him... he took full advantage and eased between my thighs. I guided his cock into me.

The feeling of a different man onto top of me, a larger cock inside me, coupled with someone who really knew how to fuck was an eye opening almost life changing experience. I could feel every thrust, every different movement of his pelvis as he slightly change angle making sure my pussy was being fully pleasured.

As he quickened the pace I found myself hanging on for dear life... My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I was like a bear cub holding desperately to its mother swinging underneath him as his cock ravaged my pussy. I tightened my grip as an orgasm wracked my nerves, limbs, body and soul... I was thrust into a world of pleasure that seemed to last forever. At one point I wondered if I blacked out as I'd certainly missed something, because Max had collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he took in large gulps of air. I wondered if he'd come inside me. If he had he was still very hard. He eased down by body, his cock slid out of me and then he rolled onto his side. I looked down and saw his cock was still delightfully hard. He then moved closer and grabbed my left leg and lifted it up and then shuffled closer, his cock lined up with my pussy...

We were off again and this time I had a great view of his cock entering me. He couldn't get all the way in which was great for me as the angle of entry meant the head of his cock was stimulating my g- spot. He slowly fucked me in this position for a few minutes and then asked me to get on all fours. Every different position had me feeling something new. It was if I was being fucked for the very first time. He pounded my pussy hard and fast, his balls slapping into me, my breasts swinging back and forth in time with his energetic thrusts. I could feel his passion, his strength and couldn't help but admire his stamina, but being on all fours wasn't my favourite position and I was going to suggest I go on top, and just as I was about to suggest we change position I noticed his breathing had changed. It was ragged, short and sharp... I then found out why as he grabbed me tightly and rammed into me. His cock jerked and spasmed as he shot another load into me.

We both collapsed onto the mattress, our bodies spent and weak... but satisfied. We laid there for about ten minutes when he started to caress my breasts. I wasn't sure I could take any more and in a way was pleased to see his cock had finally become limp.

I suggested we get up and get something to drink. I wrapped my dressing gown around me. His clothes were still in the kitchen so he followed me down the stairs naked.

I made us coffee while he pulled his briefs on. We then went into the lounge.

"Want to watch a film?" He asked.

"Ummm... yeah ok."

"I should be able to get a film on my phone and connect to your TV... I did it a couple of weeks ago." He said.

As he fiddled with his phone I looked at the time. it was nearly midday and I couldn't believe where the time had gone. I then realised just how much sex we'd had. I'd come god knows how many times and he'd come three times, something my husband was incapable of. In fact I couldn't remember the last time we did it twice in succession.

I looked at the televison... "What film is this?" I asked as the music sounded a bit odd.

"It's a version of sex in the city." he said.

"I've seen that film before but I don't mind watching it again." I said and then saw a scantily clad woman pull a guys hard cock from his pants. I certainly hadn't seen this version of sex and the city!

I'd never been into porn. It was something my husband and I watched when we first married and I only agreed because he said it might give us a few ideas on how to improve things in the bedroom. I suppose it did for a bit but then as the years rolled by I lost interest in porn. As for my husband, he carried on watching it, behind my back that is. I'd never caught him masturbating but I knew just how frequently he pleasured himself because I was the one who emptied the waste basket in his study. It seemed there were always cum soaked tissues to discard.

Max shuffled closer to me... "Do you like watching porn?" He asked.

"I can take it or leave it."

"Oh I like this bit." He pointed to the screen.

I didn't have to ask why he liked it... There were two women and just one guy.

Max grabbed my hand and then with his free hand pulled his briefs down. "Would you mind." He pulled my hand onto his soft cock.

I did as he asked... for the next few minutes I massaged his balls and rubbed and squeezed his cock. I had my doubts he'd get hard again any time soon, after all he'd come three times already. I suppose I shouldn't have been shocked when I felt his cock growing in my hand. The harder he got the friskier he became. He eased his hand into my dressing gown and pressed his fingers between my legs. Watching porn while playing with his cock and getting fingered was all adding to me excitement and I could feel myself getting wet again. It wasn't many minutes ago I was hoping he didn't want to have sex again but now I was warming to the idea. Then he leaned closer and did something that I wasn't sure about... he kissed me on the lips. For some strange reason I thought that was a stage too far... silly I know, especially as for most of the morning his cock had been rummaging about inside me... so why was I now worried about his tongue pressing into my mouth? I decided to just go with it and forced myself to respond to his mouthing antics. It didn't take long for me to start enjoying the feeling of being open mouthed kissed while being fingered... and of course I was delightfully stroking his cock.

Once again he had me panting like a dog on heat... so when he lifted me onto his lap I held his cock up and slid down onto him. This was now my world... I loved riding on top and rarely failed to get off. I ground down hard onto him, my clit rubbing his pubis. I rocked back and forth, my pelvic movements sliding back and forth, his cock trapped inside me. He grabbed my breasts and leant forward. I felt him nibble my left nipple with his teeth, his fingers pinching the right one. Tingles of pleasure emanated through my breasts and deep into my pussy. It was as if he knew I loved my nipples being lightly tortured whilst riding cock. As I continued to slide and ride him I became aware of just how wet I was as I could hear slurping where my juices had seeped from me and coated his cock and balls. I was sure I; d never heard that before. One thing for sure at the age of forty three I certainly wasn't drying up. I could feel the familiar build up of tension between my legs. I sped up... my pelvis rocking as fast as I could go... there was no stopping me. "Aghhh.." I moaned as I was consumed with pleasure.... The orgasm only lasted a few seconds which was a disappointment, but I wasn't disappointed for long as Max raised me up a few inches and held me in place. He then started to fuck me, his arse bouncing up and down being aided by the sprung cushions underneath him. I'd never been fucked so fast in all my life. His cock was like a fast moving piston... in and out... the friction was building fast... another orgasm was inevitable. "Agghhh." I moaned as a wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me... his cock was relentlessly pounding me... then another orgasm gripped me... and then another, or it might have been the same one! I was now delirious with pleasure... almost drunk. I was aware my arms fell to the side, my legs felt weak. Max picked me up and rolled me onto my back, my arms flailing, my legs apart but only because his body was between them. I was aware he was pounding me as my body was jolting every time he powerfully thrust into me. He was really going for it... my head was crookedly squished against the rear of the sofa. The punishment was relentless... I wanted him to stop... he did stop, his body went rigid. I waited in anticipation to feel his cock jerk inside me... I didn't feel it... what I did feel was a massive all body explosion of pleasure grip me like never before. It was almost like cramp as I could feel my muscles tightening as tingles shot through them. I heard screaming but wasn't sure if it was me or not. The next thing I felt was my whole body quivering with after shocks of pleasure. I was gasping for air. I opened my eyes and saw Max looking down at me. He was laughing...

"What's so funny." I asked in between taking deep breaths.

"You... you came so damn hard you're still shaking."

I took another deep breath and then unclenched my fists. My toes were still curled up... I relaxed. I then looked between his legs. Thank fully his cock was limp. I sighed with relief as I knew I couldn't possibly take anymore.

I left him to finish watching the porn film and went upstairs to have another shower. The hot water made my skin tingle and if my pussy hadn't been so sore I would have masturbated.

After the shower I laid down on the bed. I wasn't sure how I felt. Was I totally and utterly satisfied? Or was I completely ruined? I then smiled as I'd heard the term being fucked senseless and I thought it was just a turn of phrase but now knew it was real and I'd experienced it. Again I couldn't believe Max was just nineteen years old and yet it was clear he was a very skilled lover. I really had lost count of the times I'd come, but I did know how many times he'd come. Impressively he'd come four times. I shut my eyes. I knew for sure this was the best sex I'd ever had and it was unlikely I'd ever experience anything like it again.

"Hey... Gina... wake up."

I opened my eyes... the image in front of me was blurry... I blinked and then panicked as I thought my husband and son were home... I sighed with relief as I saw it was Max.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" He asked.

"Umm yeah... what's the time?" I asked.

"It's nearly half past three."

"I've been out for well over an hour." I said and sat up... I noticed Max was still only wearing his briefs and... I couldn't believe it he had an erection.

"I wanted to wake you up earlier but you looked so peaceful." He said.

"Thanks." I said and hoped he hadn't woken me because he wanted more sex.

"I'm feeling kinda horny." He said.

I shook my head. "You are a machine... just how many times do you need to get off before you're satisfied?" I asked.

"Five."

"Five..." I repeated.

"Yeah five... it's always the fifth one that's the best for me. You see that's when my tank is empty and I have a dry orgasm and it lasts twice sometimes three times longer. Wanna help me out?" He grinned.

I looked down, his cock was hard... it was always seemed to be hard... "I can't fuck you anymore." I said.

He shrugged... "A blow job would be really great." He grinned.

I nodded, his grin widened. "Come and lay on the bed." I said.

I knelt up as he laid down and popped a pillow under his head. I reached out and pulled his briefs down. His cock looked quite red and I wondered if he'd been rubbing himself to get hard again.

As I lowered my head I studied his cock... it really was a great looking cock, no baggy foreskin and not a vein in sight. in fact it was even smoother and better looking than my rubber dildo. One thing for sure his cock was bigger and felt just as hard. I held his cock up, my lips parted, my tongue at the ready, I leant forward and as I did I wondered just how many women his cock had pleasured. I then had another thought, maybe I was crap at giving head as I'd only ever sucked my husbands cock. I soon relaxed as he sighed when I ran my tongue up the length of his cock. I 'd seen enough porn to know what guys liked.

For the next five minutes I sucked, licked and fondled him. He told me it felt great and really liked it when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. The thing was I was getting knackered as my jaw ached and my neck and back were killing me. I asked him to get off the bed and stand so I could sit on the bed in front of him. Now I was more comfortable I could give his cock a good mouth fucking. I was working my hardest to make him cum and every time I thought I had him close he clenched his butt and seemed to drag himself back from orgasm. I was getting tired again. I needed to try something different and I had an idea. I needed to distract him when he stopped himself from coming. I'd seen a woman do it in a porn movie... As I continued to suck his cock I cupped his balls and eased my finger tips close to his anus. I then sucked hard while bobbing back and forth taking as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. I sensed he was getting close again and like before he quickly held his breath and clenched, but this time I quickly slid a finger between his arse cheeks and pressed hard into his sphincter. He sighed loudly... his butt cheeks relaxed... His balls tightened and then his cock seemed to swell in my mouth. His cock powerfully jerked, his legs locked solid... he moaned through gritted teeth. It did seem he'd been right that his fifth orgasm would be longer and intense. He was also right about having a dry orgasm as hadn't squirted any semen into my mouth.

I felt his cock start to soften. I gave it one last suck and then pulled back.

"That was fantastic." He said... "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome I said and then felt a pain in my neck where I'd been moving back and forth mouth fucking him. I looked at the time. it was ten past four. No wonder I ached I'd been blowing him for over half an hour. "I think you'd better get dressed and ready for me to take you home." I said.

"Yeah... shame though I reckon I've got one more in me."

I shook my head... "Not with me you haven't."

He laughed. "Maybe next time we could get to six."

I shook my head. "There won't be a next time and remember you promised not to say a word."

"Yes... my lips are sealed." He said.

During the drive back to Max's house he got a message from my son James. Arsenal had won three nil and were through to the final. I knew my husband and James would be happy... "I bet that made their day. Shame you didn't get to see the match." I said.

"What... and miss what we did." He shook his head and then added. "It was no contest and I bet I had way more fun than they did."

I nodded in agreement as it had been fun... in fact it had been a day of revelation as I'd experienced so many new feelings.

I got home and realised I needed to get busy as there was splatters of cum over the kitchen cupboards and floor where I gave him a hand job... I needed to wipe down the sofa cushions as there were stains there and of course I needed to change the sodden cum soaked bed sheets.

It was nearly eight o'clock when my husband and son got home... they were really excited and even more so as they'd already secured four tickets for the final next month.

A couple of days later I heard that Max had turned down the chance to go with them to the final, he said he was busy that day. I wondered what he was doing and if he was thinking about coming to see me. It was a thought that excited me... that was until my husband mentioned something to James.

"Let's book a hotel so we stay down there the night. We can have a few drinks and a proper lads night out." He suggested.

I now wasn't sure about Max coming over as there was no way my body would cope with sex all day and into the night.