Take It... It's Yours.

It all started the summer before my son went off to college. I don't really understand how or why I fell so hard sometimes. It was like his best friend suddenly became a man right before my eyes. He was a gorgeous specimen, tall, strong and handsome with the most exquisitely piercing eyes. Eyes that could make my pussy quiver uncontrollably. I suddenly started becoming very wet when he looked at me and he was most certainly looking at me.

I wanted him to look. God forgive me but I wanted it desperately. I started to make sure I looked good for him when I knew he would be visiting. I wore skirts more often and I saw the appreciation in his stare. I am in my forties and have quite the womanly figure and keep myself in excellent shape.

I became more openly friendly to him. My son did not seem to notice and my husband was completely oblivious. My husband still expected my sexual compliance some nights but basically ignored me the rest of the time. Our lovemaking was quick, very blah, and extremely unsatisfying, for me anyway.

One night my son was playing video games in the basement and my husband was not home, which was not unusual. Brian and I were in the kitchen. I was leaning over the kitchen island drinking a glass of wine. I made sure to have a good amount of cleavage showing for him. His glances at my breasts were driving my pussy wild. My panties were positively soaking wet.

He walked behind me to put his glass in the sink and suddenly I could feel his hard cock against my ass. His mouth was suddenly near my ear, his hot breath on my neck.

I felt his hand was slowly work its way up the inside of my leg. I quietly moaned like the desperate whore I knew myself to be. He teased me by working his fingers just inside my panties along my leg. He worked his fingers along my butt cheek to my crotch. Just enough to make me even more desperate and not near enough to satisfy.

I closed my eyes and waited very impatiently, my breaths ragged and my breasts heaving. He mercifully ended my torture by sliding two of his fingers into my drenched snatch. He gently stroked my pussy. In my excitement, I found myself moving my crotch in rhythm along with him.

My body jerked and I cried out when he touched my clit. From then on he plunged his fingers deep inside my pussy and massaged my clit when he brought them upwards. The pleasure flowing through me was pure bliss.

With my son's best friend's hard cock pressed to my ass and his fingers inside my absolutely drenched pussy, I came. I came hard. Was it all him, or the danger, or the taboo? I didn't know at the time and I didn't really care. It was mesmerizingly wonderful.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it, Mrs. Blakely?"

"Brian, I um....," I replied when I was able to speak.

"No need to explain, Mrs. Blakely. I could see that you needed it. You did need it, didn't you?"

"Yes," I breathed. I did need it. I just couldn't believe it happened the way it did.

"I'm glad we agree," he said and walked confidently away,

It had been days and days since it happened before I saw him again. Excruciatingly long days. I wanted more. I wanted to feel that hard cock that was pressed against my ass inside me.

My son was now away at school and my husband was at our apartment in the city. He frequently used it during the week. The ferry's last trip was at six so if he wasn't home by six thirty that meant he wasn't coming home.

At seven I was standing on our back porch watching the sun go down. I heard the back door open but did not turn. I closed my eyes when I felt him behind me. I knew who it was. His strong physique and youthful scent gave him away. My silent prayer answered.

He held me and I let myself relax into him. My pussy ignited when his lips touched my neck. That has always been a pleasure zone for me. His hand reached under my shirt and explored my body. Not in a greedy way you might expect from a young man, but rather in an appreciative, exploratory way.

I had no bra on and I sighed contentedly when his hands found my breasts. I liked that he explored the rest of my upper body before landing on them. His touch felt so perfect just like the other time we shared.

I turned and his lips found mine. At first his lips were tender and his tongue playful. I almost giggled like a school girl. Then the kiss grew passionate. My pussy was now pulsating with anticipation but I wanted to show him first. I didn't know if he would understand or not.

I slowly went to my knees. I stared at his bulge for a few seconds then looked up at his incredible eyes staring back. I looked back at his bulge and unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his beautiful cock. It was long, thick and utterly perfect. I wanted desperately to feel it inside me but I had a task to complete first.

I took his cock into my mouth and moaned as I moved back and forth. His cock was extraordinary and I sucked it worshipfully. Back and forth I sucked while on my knees at his feet, hoping beyond hope he understood the implication. I was his now, if only he would have me.

I had never gone to my knees before like that. I have blown men before but never in a submissive way. I didn't really understand at the time, but that was exactly what I was doing. I was giving myself to him completely. He could have whatever he desired whenever he desired. Call it whatever you like. I would do whatever he required. My devotion was now fixed.

I was frightened beyond words. My entire life could be turned on its head. My husband, my son, my friends and the community I inhabited. But I didn't care. I was his.

I pulled off his cock and lifted my eyes to his while I twirled my tongue round and round its head. He pulled me up to my feet. My breasts were heaving as his eyes seemed to penetrate to my very soul.

He seemed calm as he turned me facing away from him. He reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. I could feel my juices on my thighs as he bent me over the porch railing.

He lifted my skirt over my ass and spread my cheeks with his hands and pressed all the way into me with his big beautiful cock. I had never felt so filled. He worked my pussy slowly at first, as if he was simply enjoying the feel of it. But then his strokes began to gain speed and purpose.

I went quite mad with pleasure. The harder he pounded my pussy the harder I wanted it. My orgasms were coming one after another as he continued to pound away with his fat cock. I moaned uncontrollably as I could feel the sweat up and down my body. I could hear the loud slap of our bodies coming together.

Thrust after thrust. It seemed like it would never end which was simultaneously tantalizing and scary because I didn't know how much more I could take. Suddenly, as if he knew my concern, I could hear his moans change and soon after could feel his glorious cum inside me.

Once our breathing returned to normal we went into the kitchen for water. I leaned against him and he held me close. There were no words between us for a considerable time.

Eventually I pulled away from him and turned, leaning against the opposite counter. I looked at him and he looked at me, never taking his eyes from mine.

"You have something to say?" he eventually asked.

"I'm not quite sure how to say it."

"You don't need to say anything."

"But I want you to understand."

"I understand."

"Are you sure?"

He smiled and stepped to me, picking me up and seating me on the counter. He positioned himself between my legs and pushed my eager and compliant legs wider.

"I am sure," he said just before kissing me fully.

The next time I saw him I came downstairs dressed in a tight form fitting dress with white underclothes and matching nylons that contrasted nicely with my tanned skin.

He was sitting on the sofa calmly waiting. I wondered how he could remein so calm, for I surely wasn't. I began to walk to him but his raised hand stopped me. I stood while he looked me up and down. My pussy sprang to life, waiting.

"Would you like to see the back?" I asked.

I turned at his nod. Excitement filled me from head to toe. I went to him and climbed into his lap when summoned.

His hand went along the outside of my legs and over my ass, pushing up my dress, then up my back and pulled me into a deep kiss. I moaned when his lips lowered down my neck. He gently pushed me back and pulled the straps of my dress down, exposing my heaving breasts.

His eyes lowered to my breasts and breathed deeply in and out through his nose. He pulled me into him and his lips moved up and down my breasts. I lifted up and moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth and caressed my breasts with his hands. My nipples have always been sensitive and he knew just how to drive me wild.

"Undress for me," he said when he had his fill of both nipples. I stood and stepped back a few paces. I lowered my dress and paused. His smile made my pussy gush. I turned and unclipped my bra and lowered my panties and stepped out of them.

I turned back and went to slide my nylons down but he shook his head signaling for me to leave them on.

"Shall I undress you now?" I asked.

I got on my knees and crawled to him at his nod. I got between his thighs and pulled his shirt over his head. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. Lastly I pulled down his underwear, exposing his hard beautiful cock.

"May I pleasure you?" I asked.

I smiled at his nod. I grabbed his cock at it's base and sucked him with long slow strokes. I moaned with satisfaction. When I looked up at him he beckoned me. I climbed back onto his lap and positioned my wet pussy over his cock.

I sighed contentedly as he gently pushed me downward. I moved up and down his glorious cock, slowly savoring every feeling. He pulled me to his lips and worked his mouth down my neck and returned to my breasts.

The experience was so unlike our first time together. I felt so connected to him, so complete. Pleasure seemed to flow through my every vein. I moaned and moaned. Once my orgasms began, they wouldn't stop.

Once again my body was completely covered in sweat when I felt his cum inside me. I collapsed into him perfectly content.

I squealed when he lifted me and out me over his shoulder. He brought me to my bathtub and set me down. I prepared the bath, lit a few candles, and lay against him. It was so peaceful and calm. I felt so content. As if I could lie in his arms forever.

As we lay in bed, he stroked my hair and kissed my lips longer than I could ever remember being kissed before. I told him I didn't want to be touched by anyone else. He asked me if I was serious. I assured him I was.

He took out his phone and showed me a picture of my husband and his secretary obviously on a date. My son had known about them for more than a year and sent this to him long ago.

I wasn't upset. Obviously it would be hypocritical while laying in another man's arms. But it explained much.

The following day I went to my husband's office. I was looking at his secretary through the glass. She was completely the opposite of me. She was younger but not by much, blonde and very thin and pale. I wondered if the difference between us was what attracted her to him.

I asked him if he was happy with her. I stopped him before the denial passed his lips. I told him I hoped he was and I didn't want to be married any longer. I didn't want to fight and everything could be done quickly and amicably.

"Agreed?" I asked.

"Agreed," he answered.

I hugged him before I left and it felt like the first honest hug we had had in a very long time.

I went into the bathroom before I left the building and pulled my panties down and my skirt up and took a photo of my neatly trimmed pussy. I sent it to him with the caption 'It is all yours now if you will have it.'

He responded that nothing could make him happier but there was one more person to tell first and asked if my pussy would be comfortable walking through town on his arm?

'I am off to see my son now, and my pussy will happily be by your side wherever you wish it to go.'

I told him I'd be home later if he wished to stop by.

The conversation with my son went better than I expected. He told me that Brian was different than other boys he knew. More mature and keeps things to himself. He knew that he would respect me. He told me he wanted me to be happy.

He was there to open my car door when I got home. I smiled at his chivalry. He pulled me into his arms. It just felt so perfect.

"I need a shower," I told him.

He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He unbuttoned my blouse, then unhooked my bra. My pussy came to life as he turned me to face away from him and unzipped my skirt. He pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them.

I turned as he took off his shirt.

"Allow me, sir," I said to him.

I unbuttoned his pants and lowered them and myself down. I carefully removed both legs. I stared up at him, enjoying the feeling of being below him. I pulled his underwear down and smiled at his erection.

I placed my hand in his outstretched hand. He pulled me up and turned the water on. He placed me under the hot water and rubbed the soap between his hands. He lathered me from head to toe.

My body trembled when he rubbed the soap over my breasts, down my stomach, over my mound, down my legs. He lifted and scrubbed each foot then went back up my legs to my ass and back.

He stepped back and watched as I washed my hair and face and rinsed the remaining soap from my body. It was so intimate.

I washed him in the same manner and dried him off with a towel. I used the same towel on myself and he pulled me to my bed.

He sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me tight. He kissed my stomach while his hands explored my backside. It was exhilarating.

He picked me up like he had done before and put me over his shoulder and plopped me down on the bed. I giggled then looked to his serious stare and moved against the backboard and spread my legs wide for him. His appreciative smile made my heart pound.

He lowered himself to eye level with my excited crotch. He pulled one foot to him and kissed his way to my eager pussy. I was positively wild with anticipation.

The strokes of his tongue on my lips were magical. I moaned loudly as his tongue explored every inch of my pussy. My body went rigid when he reached my clit.

It was frightening how much command he had over me.

I moaned and came all over his face. When he lifted up I launched my lips to his. I wanted to taste what he tasted on his lips.

He gently pushed me down, spread my legs with his body and plunged his cock deep inside me. I cried out with pleasure.

"Oh, my God. I love your cock so much," I told him between heavy breaths.

I began to cry as all my emotions exploded within me.

He fucked me hard. I had never known anything like it prior to him. He fucked me like he owned my pussy. I wanted him to own it. I wanted him to demand it of me and to command it.

I tried to tell him as much between my tears, cries of pleasure and moans.

His thrusts were fierce. My pussy was soaked from one orgasm after another. I could hardly breathe.

"Take it... It's yours," I kept repeating through heavy, ragged breaths.

We lay still for a long time after he finally came inside me. I listened for a long time to his steady breathing.

"Would you like to go for breakfast in town in the morning?" I asked.

He chuckled.

"What will you wear?" he asked.

"Whatever you choose for me," I replied as he pulled me to his lips.