Late Night Sin with my Son's Friend

Late Night Sin with my Son's Friend

"Breakfast's served!" I shout up the stairs at my son Andrew and his friend, Peter.

They're down in no time. They look hungry. They each grab a slice of toast and head back up stairs.

Peter winks at me on his way up the stairs.

Peter slept on my son's floor after a boozy night out, last night. They'd attended a twenty fourth birthday party for a girl from their class at school.

They rolled in at 1am and woke me up with an attack of the munchies.

I made them a bacon sandwich each before they headed up stairs. Well, my son did. Peter stayed downstairs with me.

Drink robbed him of his inhibitions and before long he was pulling me towards him, in the kitchen, telling me how much he fancied me.

I didn't know what to say.

"I've always thought about you." he confessed.

I didn't know what to say. He admitted he thought about me most when he played with himself. I was his fantasy M. I. L. F, or Mother He'd Like to Fuck!

I dismissed him, telling him it was a fetish, all young men have about their mate's Mum. He would get over it.

He said he used to steal my knickers when he visited. When I asked him why he do such a thing, he confessed he used to sniff them while he played with himself.

I didn't know what to say or do. Peter left me little choice when he pressed his lips hard against mine. Our tongues entwined and I have to admit, he was turning me on. I could feel myself moisten between my legs as he held my face in his strong grip.

It was hard to believe this young friend of my son's was having this effect on my mature pussy. I am a lady in her fifties. I had no business being so turned on by a man thirty years younger than me.

His hand was inside my dressing gown before I knew it. His deft young fingers found their way under the cotton gusset of my knickers. My heart skipped a beat as his fingers sunk inside me. I was being fingered by someone nearly half my age and I loved it!

It wasn't long before he fell to his knees, right there in the kitchen. His tongue replaced his fingers, working my clit and lavishing kisses all over the insides of my thighs.

I didn't know what to do. There I was, legs apart in my own kitchen while my husband and grown up son lay asleep upstairs. What was I meant to do? Should I stop him and abandon the ecstasy between my legs? Or maybe I should let him have his way. Maybe it would be best if he got it all out of his system.

My legs buckled as my first orgasm landed, holding his face between my thighs for dear life, riding his mouth and lips for all I was worth.

No one had ever made me feel so ravenous with lust. This man knew what he was doing. Maybe they taught this at college now. If they do, this man needs a diploma. With honours!

Hearing my stifled moans, Peter spun me around and all I could grab was the sides of the kitchen sink.

My breasts spilled out of my dressing gown. My reflection stared back at me in the blackness of the kitchen window. I saw a hussy. I saw a harlot, being mounted by a carefree lover. I saw Peter watching himself as he carefully guided his young meat inside me from behind. My big tits swayed and bounced as he manhandled me.

It felt harder than any dick I have taken in a long time. I was Peter's age the last time I fucked men with dicks that hard.

I was in heaven. I forgot where I was and even who I was as I surrendered to his beautiful young cock.

Something about the way he rammed it inside, made my legs unsteady again. This wasn't brute force. This was graceful and timed. His moves were precise, withdrawing just enough so he didn't break contact but far enough out, it felt like he owned my world when he slid it straight back inside.

Over and over. In and out. Back and forth, his cock slid inside me. I clenched around him, wanting his seed to spill inside me. I was wanton and I was owning it. I knew my husband or son could hear us and come down at any time but I wanted his virile young seed inside my belly before anyone caught us.

He reached around and lifted my breasts, cupping one in each hand as he plundered me. Pulling me against him, I lifted my arms and placed my face next to his. Our tongues found each other's as we kissed.

And that's when I felt it running out of me. His warm seed ran down the inside of my thighs. There was so much, I worried it would reach the floor before I could pull away to wipe it up.

But he had other plans.

With one smooth move, he pushed me to my knees, right there on the kitchen floor. I was to clean his cock. He made me suck him clean and lick every last drop. I wanted to say no but my wanton side needed that beautiful cock between my lips. I was a slut of a Mother but I knew it and even wanted it.

Leaning down to kiss me deeply, one last time, he left the kitchen and went upstairs.

There I was, alone, on my knees on the kitchen floor, my dressing gown wide open with my large, heavy breasts on show. I'd been well and truly used and abused.

But I loved it!

That's it. The end!

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