Shoot Your Hot Cum Deep In My Womb

Preface

The thought of a young stud impregnating my belly with his seed is so hot. Especially if he is well endowed. This is a common theme in my stories but I love to write about it.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

Turning fifty makes me long for the days I could have babies. I crave virile young cum inside me. I long for the swollen belly. I want my large tits to be heavy and full of milk again. Younger lovers bring those feelings back. Lovers who fuck me bare-back make my pussy wet.

Shoot Your Hot Cum Deep In My Womb

Peter is my son's friend. He is young and virile. I see the way he looks at me. He has a thing for older ladies. My son tells me these things.

I caught Peter sniffing my used panties last week. I walked in on him when he forgot to lock the bathroom door. His cock was in one hand. My panties were in the other. Poor lad didn't know what to do. I didn't either. We both stood there. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. Fuck me, if that lad's cock isn't the most perfect cock I have ever seen.

But that was last week. He is back today.

He sits in the living room with my son, Andrew. They are playing xbox. I thought they would both grow out of it by twenty three. But here they are. Both grown men and both playing games on a Sunday afternoon.

The timer beeps on the oven. The cookies are ready. I slide them onto a plate and bring them through for the boys.

"Thanks!" Andrew says.

"Thanks Jane." Peter says, looking down at the controller in his hand. He struggles to look at me.

The stockings I wore today have tiny bows at the back. They click against my dress as I walk back to the kitchen.

Common decency makes me wear panties but there isn't much to them. My thong is nothing but a string at the back. My full round ass engulfs the thin string between my ass cheeks. The narrow gusset struggles to contain the thick folds of my mature cunt.

I can feel how wet my cunt is. The gusset is working it's way between my thick labia. It surprises me Peter can't smell how wet my cunt is for his young dick.

Peter must love my scent. He loves my used panties. I will make sure he finds the pair around my cunt right now.

"I'm heading off." Andrew calls through from the living room.

"Why? What's up?" I ask, at the living room door, drying my hands on my apron.

"Karen messaged. She needs me to pick her up." Andrew says. Peter stays glued to the game on the TV.

"But your car is in the garage." I say.

"I know. I don't suppose..." Andrew asks, smiling his best smile for his mother.

"Okay. I will give you a lift." I say. "Are you coming too, Peter?"

"Just a minute..." Peter says, shooting a barrel of explosives in the game.

"All done." Andrew says, grabbing his coat.

...

"Take care and make sure you two stay safe." I call after Andrew as he heads out into the shopping precinct to meet his girlfriend.

"Would you mind dropping me off at my parents?" Peter asks, from the back seat.

"No problem." I say, looking over my shoulder to reverse the car. We make eye contact for a split second. Peter looks down at his hands.

The route to Peter's parents takes twenty minutes from here. I choose a different route. I choose the route past the fields. I know a car park we can use to chat and clear the air.

Silence fills the car as we head past the last house before the fields. I pull into the car park. The other two spaces are free. I reverse up to the bushes bordering the field.

"What's up? Why have we parked here?" Peter asks.

"It's about last week." I say, turning in my seat so we can face each other while we talk.

"Oh, that..."

"Yes, that." I say. "Don't worry. It's natural for you to be curious."

"Is it?" Peter asks, looking up for a moment.

"Of course." I say, reaching out. He wears shorts. His thighs are muscular.

"It's just that, I get turned on thinking about you." he says.

"Do I turn you on?" I ask.

"You do. Girls my age are hard work."

I watch as he lifts his head. Such a handsome young man. Any girl would be lucky to have him. With a cock like his, she would be spoiled for cock too.

"Tell you what, it's a lovely day. Let's go and sit outside while we talk." I say, opening the door and heading for the tailgate.

Peter joins me. We perch on the tailgate of the car while we chat. A chaffinch sings in a tree, not far away. A butterfly lands on a leaf in the hedge.

"Is it my scent that turns you on?" I ask.

"I suppose so." he says.

His words don't answer my question. I try again. I need to be direct.

"If I gave you a choice between the panties I am wearing right and fucking me, what would you choose?"

Peter's eyes dart up. Will I get an answer I can work with?

"I would fuck you?" he says. His tone makes his answer sound like a question.

I can understand him. I am his friend's mother. I drove us out here. Now I am asking him if he wants to fuck. I can forgive him if that startled him.

"What if I asked you to slide your cock in here?" I ask, opening my legs and lifting my dress. I watch his expression as I part my thighs. I open them wide enough so he can see my finger dipping into the folds of my cunt.

Peter presses against his cock. I must be making him hard.

I lie back in the tailgate and lift my feet up. I open my thighs all the way. The whole of nature can see my exposed mature cunt.

A cool breeze reminds me we are outdoors.

Peter shifts between my legs and pulls his cock from his shorts. His girth is every bit as beautiful as I remember.

I pull the narrow gusset of my thong to one side.

Peter braces himself above me and sinks that delicious cock deep inside me. One stroke is all it takes. I am fucking my son's best friend. I am such a slut.

I watch his expression as he pumps his cock in and out of my mature twat. I am soaking for his eager young cock.

I fuck men in their thirties, forties, fifties and sixties but I love a virile young cock. Twenty three year old dick does not quit. It keeps going. It will fill you up. It fulfils any woman.

The car bounces under me as he pummels my mature cunt. His dick is long and thick and my cunt grips tight. I am so wet for him. My pussy is slick and takes his cock all the way.

"That's it. Fuck my old cunt..." I say, watching his eyes.

His dick hardens inside my twat. His pace speeds up.

"Give my old cunt a good seeing to..." I hiss, listening as his breathing gets heavier.

"Fill my old pussy full of your hot young cum!" I demand, pulling him by his t-shirt.

"I want all your cum inside my cunt. I want every last drop. Leave it in me. I want you to flood my pussy."

His cum erupts and spills down the cheeks of my ass in the mid-afternoon sun. I buck hard against him. I squeeze and massage his virile cock with my cunt walls. I want to milk his balls of every last drop.

Peter stands up, blinking in the sunlight. His magnificent cock glistens with his cum and my pussy. I lick his cock from his balls to the tip and back. I lick him clean. I want his young cum in my pussy.

I cover my pussy with my hand while I pull my gusset over. I want to keep every last drop.

...

I drop Peter off and make my way home.

I laugh to myself about how Peter went from innocent, to shocked and then horny.

Ten years ago, this sort of thing might have left me wondering about pregnancy. I would have been buying a pregnancy test in a few weeks. Not now. I am past all that.

It is still fun to practise though.

So, that 's another story done!

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