It had been one of those long, dragging days—work had been a headache, traffic even worse, and I was already fantasizing about peeling off my blazer the second I got through the door. I was still in my office clothes: a fitted cream blouse, just snug enough to show off the curve of my waist and the generous swell of my chest, the top two buttons were teasingly undone. My black pencil skirt hugged my hips and thighs in all the right ways, ending just above the knee, and I’d kicked off my heels in the car the moment I parked. My long brunette hair was still swept back in a loose twist, a few strands falling out around my face. The lipstick slightly faded, mascara still held strong. Forty-seven and fabulous, as I liked to tell myself with a wink in the mirror. Hey, a girl’s gotta keep the self-love alive, right?
As I pushed open the front door, I immediately noticed the noise. Laughter, voices—definitely more than one. I arched a brow and dropped my bag on the hallway table, calling out, “Ethan?”
My eighteen-year-old son popped his head out from the living room, a sheepish grin already tugging at his lips. “Hey, Mom. Uh, we’re just hanging out.”
I stepped into the room and—oh wow—there they were. A whole group of them sprawled out across the couch and floor. Five boys in total, all about Ethan’s age, young and full of that boyish charm. I recognized a few of them—Jake, the tall one with the mop of dark curls; Tyler, with that cheeky smirk and messy blond hair; Marcus, the quieter one with sharp blue eyes; and Jamie, the one with the deep laugh. But the fifth boy… he was new. Tall, lean, with warm hazel eyes and a buzz cut, and his gaze was locked right on me.
And I mean locked.
He wasn’t subtle about it either. His eyes skimmed from my face down to my chest, then lower, and back up again—like he was drinking me in. I gave him a playful little smirk, more amused than anything. It wasn’t the first time I’d caught a young man looking at me like that, and if I’m being honest, it gave me a bit of a thrill. I was a single mom, sure, but I took care of myself, and I knew how to carry myself with confidence.
Ethan stood and came over to me. “Uh, Mom, the guys were wondering if they could stay over tonight. We were gonna have a few drinks, nothing crazy.”
I crossed my arms under my chest, which definitely had the new kid’s attention, and gave Ethan a look. “All of you? Here?”
Jake piped up from the couch. “Yeah, just for the night, Ms. Carter. We’ll be good, promise.”
“Where exactly is everyone planning to sleep?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You boys realize this house only has three bedrooms, right? And one of those is mine.”
Jamie chuckled. “We’ll figure it out. Couch, floor, wherever.”
I tapped a finger against my lips, pretending to think. Then, with a mock-serious tone, I said, “Well, I suppose one of you could share my bed. I mean, it’s just for one night…”
That got a reaction.
All the boys laughed, except for Ethan, who groaned and threw his head back. “Mom, no! Seriously?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m joking, baby. Relax. Do you think I’d actually let one of your hormonal little friends climb into bed with me? Or am I? Listen it’s just for one night and I am sure whoever wants to they will keep their hands to themself.”
“I mean I don’t mind sharing,” Tyler said with a gaze.
I turned my head slowly toward Tyler, lifting a brow in amusement as I let the rim of my wine glass rest just against my bottom lip. Oh, this night was going to be fun.
“You don’t mind sharing, huh?” I echoed, swirling the wine slowly in the glass, watching his eyes follow the movement. “How generous of you, sweetheart. You better not snore, ok you can.”
Tyler’s eyes widened slightly at my teasing, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. “I-I don’t snore, Ms. Carter,” he stammered, trying to maintain eye contact but failing as his gaze drifted down to my lips.
I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the rich flavour linger on my tongue before I spoke again. “Well, that’s a relief. I’d hate to have to kick you out for keeping me awake all night.” My voice was low and husky, filled with playful menace.
Tyler shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his cheeks flushed a deep red.”I-I promise I won’t keep you awake, Ms. Carter,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. The other boys snickered, but I ignored them, keeping my gaze locked on Tyler.
I set my wine glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. The movement caused my blouse to gap open slightly, giving Tyler a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. “See that you don’t,” I murmured, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a very important meeting tomorrow, and I can’t afford to be tired.”
Tyler’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes darting down to my chest before snapping back up to my face. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. I stood up slowly, smoothing my skirt over my hips.
I stood up slowly, smoothing my skirt over my hips. “Well, boys, I think it’s time for me to turn it in. You all behave yourselves, okay?” I said with a wink, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I knew damn well they wouldn’t behave, but I was looking forward to seeing how far they’d push things.
As I walked towards the hallway, I could feel their eyes on me, burning into my back. I paused at the entrance and glanced over my shoulder, my gaze lingering on Tyler for a moment. “Tyler, sweetheart, you’re sharing my bed tonight, remember? So when you’re ready to turn in try to get into my bed quietly.” I said with a smirk, before turning and sauntering off to my bedroom, leaving them to their stunned silence.
As I left the room I heard Ethan say, “You better keep your hands to yourself, dude. I know what a little pervert you can be. Always thinking about girls.”
I smirked and went upstairs to go to bed. So Tyler is a horny 18-year-old, is he? I reached my room and got naked and reached in just for a shirt. I was going to put some panties on as if I am sharing a bed with one of my son’s friends, I should right? But I didn’t I just put on my shirt which barely covered my pussy. I got into bed and got on my side with my back to the door.
As the night wore on, the sounds of laughter and muffled conversations drifted up from the living room. I lay in bed, listening to the distant noises, my mind wandering. It had been a while since I’d had a man in my bed, and the thought of Tyler’s young, eager body pressed against mine was stirring up all sorts of inappropriate desires.
I shifted under the covers, my bare legs rubbing together as I felt a familiar warmth building between my thighs. I bit my lip, trying to push the thoughts away, but it was no use. My imagination was running wild, picturing Tyler’s hands exploring my curves, his lips trailing kisses down my neck…Just then, I heard the soft creak of the bedroom door opening. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to quiet footsteps approaching the bed. The mattress dipped as Tyler climbed in beside me, and I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do.
I pretended to be asleep he murmured “You awake.” I ignored him. I felt him shift beside me as he got on his side. He started to snuggle up to my back.
I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, his arm draping over my waist as he pressed himself against me. I remained still, feigning sleep, but my body was humming with awareness. His hand rested just below my breast, his fingers splayed out possessively. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the hard length of him pressing against my backside. I bit back a moan, trying to ignore the ache building between my legs.
Tyler’s hand began to move slowly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my stomach. He was being careful, not pushing too far, but his touch was deliberate and purposeful. I felt his lips brush against my shoulder, a feather-light kiss that sent shivers down my spine. “Ms. Carter,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep and desire. “Are you awake?”
I stayed silent, my breathing even and steady. I wriggled my bare bum and pushed it back a little into his crotch. While still pretending to be asleep.
Tyler’s breath hitched as I pressed my bare bottom back against him, his hardness digging into my flesh. He groaned softly, his fingers tightening on my stomach. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as he dry-humped me. While his arm came around me and went between my legs as he whispered. “Fuck no panties.”
I felt a surge of excitement as Tyler’s fingers brushed against my bare folds, his touch feather-light and exploratory. I remained still, my breath caught in my throat, as he slowly traced the outline of my lips. He was being careful, teasing, testing my reaction. I knew I should stop him, push him away, but my body betrayed me. I parted my legs slightly, giving him silent permission to continue.
Tyler took the hint, his fingers slipping between my folds to stroke my clit. I bit back a moan as he circled the sensitive bud, his touch gentle but firm. He was learning my body, figuring out what I liked, and I couldn’t deny that he was a quick study. His other hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt.
“Please don’t wake up,” he whispered as I felt him shift behind me. He gently pushed one of my legs up a bit so he could get better access to my pussy from behind. Then I heard the elastic go on his boxers, then I felt the tip of his dick probing my pussy and resting against my labia.
Tyler’s breath was hot against the back of my neck as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into my wet pussy. I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, my hips instinctively tilting back to take him deeper. He was so thick, stretching me deliciously as he inched inside. His fingers dug into my hip, holding me in place as he filled me inch by inch.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. “I can’t believe I’m actually inside you.”I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his hard cock pulsing inside me. But it was impossible to ignore the way my body responded to him, the way my pussy clenched around his shaft as if trying to pull him even deeper.
Tyler began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts.
His hand gripped my hip tighter as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by his ragged breathing and my muffled moans. I could feel every inch of him, his thick cock stretching me open as he drove into me again and again.
Tyler’s hips snapped forward, his cock plunging deep into my pussy with a wet squelch. I still pretend to sleep as he’s fucking me harder. “Oh fuck, Ms. Carter,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “Your pussy feels so good.”
I couldn’t pretend any more as he started to pound my cunt hard from behind, “Ahhh fuck… naughty boy. Little pervert ahh… go slow for now… don’t want you blowing your load.”
Tyler slowed his pace, his hips rolling in deep, languid thrusts as he tried to hold back his orgasm. His fingers dug into my hip, his nails leaving little half-moons in my flesh. “Sorry, Ms.Carter, I… shouldn’t have put it in you,” he panted, his voice thick with apology and lust.
Tyler’s thrusts became slower, more deliberate as he tried to regain control. His hips rolled against my backside, his thick shaft sliding in and out of my wet heat with agonizing slowness.I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it stretched me open, the sensation driving me wild with desire.
His hand slid up my body, cupping my breast and squeezing gently. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “You’re so beautiful, Ms. Carter,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.”I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. His words, his touch, his slow, deep thrusts…it was all driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his shaft with each thrust.
Tyler’s hand tightened on my breast as he continued to grind against me, his cock rubbing against my inner walls with each slow, deliberate thrust. “I know, naughty boy,” I gasped, my voice breathy and uneven. “But it feels so good… just don’t… don’t come yet.”
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “I’m trying, Ms. Carter, but you’re making it hard. Your pussy is so tight… and the way you feel against me… fuck.”
He stopped moving for a moment, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension coiled tight in his muscles. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
I closed my eyes, my head lolling back against the pillow. The sensation of his cock inside me was overwhelming, pulsing with a life of its own. “Just… just keep going slow,” I managed to say, my voice a mere whisper. “And touch me… touch me everywhere.”
Tyler obeyed, his fingers roaming over my body with a newfound hunger. He squeezed my breasts, tugged at my nipples, and traced patterns on my stomach. His lips followed, trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through me.
And then, he started to move again, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that made me want to scream. He was teasing me, taunting me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge without quite pushing me over.
“Oh, Tyler…” I moaned, my head thrashing back and forth against the pillow. “Please… please don’t stop.”
He chuckled again, a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill of anticipation through me. “I’m not going to stop, Ms. Carter,” he said, his voice dark and possessive. “Not until you’re begging me to.”
And with that, he quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths and his guttural moans. I could feel myself spiraling out of control, my body teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. “I’m going to cum… I can’t stop myself.”
He held my hips tight as he banged my pussy hard from behind as my ass cheeks slap loudly against him.
Tyler’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming against my backside with a force that pushed me forward on the bed. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he chased his release. “Oh fuck, Ms.Carter,” he panted, his voice thick with pleasure. “I’m coming… I’m coming inside you.”
I felt his cock swell and pulse, his hot seed spilling deep into my pussy as he came with a loud groan. His body shuddered against mine, his grip tightening as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. I could feel the warmth of his release filling me, dripping down my thighs as he continued to thrust erratically.
“Oh god, yes,” I moaned, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched around his shaft, milking him for every last drop as I came hard on his cock.
Tyler collapsed against my back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His softening cock slipped out of me, a rush of our combined fluids leaking out and dripping onto the sheets. I lay there, my own body trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm, my mind reeling from what had just happened.
Tyler rolled off me, flopping onto his back beside me. He was silent for a moment, and I wondered if he was regretting what we’d done. But then he spoke, his voice soft and hesitant.”Was that… was that okay?”
I turned my head to look at him, my heart swelling with a strange mix of affection and guilt. He looked so young, so vulnerable, his hazel eyes searching mine for reassurance. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair off his forehead, my touch gentle and soothing. “It was more than okay, sweetheart, right get some sleep I have work in the bloody morning,” I murmured, offering him a small smile.
As I lay there in the darkness, Tyler’s warm body pressed against my back, I couldn’t help but replay the events of the night in my mind. The way he had touched me, the feel of his hard cock sliding into my pussy, the intense pleasure we had shared… it was all so wrong, but it had felt so right.
I knew I should feel guilty, ashamed even, for sleeping with my son’s friend. But all I could feel was a sense of satisfaction, a deep contentment that settled in the pit of my stomach. Tyler had awakened something in me, a desire I had long forgotten, and I knew that I would never be the same.
As I drifted off to sleep, I made a silent vow to myself. I would never let this happen again and never put myself in a situation where I could betray my son’s trust. But for tonight, just for tonight, I would allow myself to bask in the glow of our forbidden encounter.