My son had turned 18 at the beginning of the week, but he had wanted to delay any celebration until Friday when his best friend, Paul, also turned 18. The plan was for them to hang out with friends and finish off the day with a sleepover at my house. Friday night, the boys were playing video games in my son’s room while I figured out where they would be sleeping. More boys than I had expected had shown up so one of them was going to have to sleep in my room.
Brad, who I already knew from a previous visit, volunteered right away to be the one to come over to my room. He was a handsome 18-year-old and it was easy to tell that he had somewhat of a crush on me. In the middle of the night, I awoke to the feeling of his erection pressing against my ass.
He had pulled down my pyjama bottoms and was rubbing his penis against the softness of my panties.
“Should I yell at him or push him back? I don’t want my son and his friends to find out about this. Should I just let him do it?” I thought. I pretended to move in my sleep to see if he would stop, but he only paused for a few seconds before continuing. He had me in a tough spot and my body slowly started to react with arousal.
“Fuck, I’m getting so wet,” I thought. Right when he tried to move my panties aside, I turned my body to put an end to his actions. He stayed still for only a few seconds before I felt movement in his lower body. I couldn’t tell what he was doing at first but the continued movement made me realize that he was masturbating next to me.
A couple of minutes later, he surprised me by moving me back on my side to the spooning position. I couldn’t move or he would find out that I was awake and letting him do what he wanted with me. He quickly moved my panties aside and rubbed his head over my wetness before slowly pushing his length in. I felt every inch of him entering and stretching my pussy until his head was buried deep inside of me.
He enjoyed the feeling of being completely inside of my hot and wet pussy before moving his hips back to begin fucking me. He slowly and deeply penetrated me as I tried my best to continue pretending I was asleep. The pleasure was intense and was heightened by the fact that the other boys were only several feet away in another room. Of course, one of the boys was my son but being with one of his friends was one of my darkest fantasies.
His large, throbbing cock was sliding in and out of my wet pussy, filling me up with every stroke. I could feel his breath hot on my neck as he continued to pump into me, my body shaking with pleasure at each thrust.
He was heavy breathing behind me and whispered, “Take all my cock, always wanted to fuck you.”
“He’s gonna make me cum,” I thought, feeling my pussy tightening around his cock. I moved my head down to bite on my shirt as my orgasm approached.
The feeling of Brad’s hard cock sliding in and out of my desperate pussy was overwhelming my senses.
“Your pussy is so damn good,” he whispered as he continued to pump the full length in and out of my wet snatch.
His hands moved down from my hips towards my clit, where he began rubbing slow circles around it with his fingers while still maintaining a steady rhythm with his hips against mine.
After what felt like hours but was only about 30 minutes, he let out a loud groan and I could feel him start to cum inside my soaking wet cunt.
“Ohh fuck yes… Ungh am… oh fuck,” Brad moaned, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into my cunt.
“Mmm fucking hell,” he moaned as he filled my pussy with his fertile seed. I curled my toes under the blanket and bit down hard on my shirt while my orgasming pussy milked every drop of his hot cum. He pulled his cock out then carefully fixed my panties and pulled up my pyjama bottoms. I then felt him turn his body the other way and soon we were both fast asleep.
The morning light crept through a crack in the curtains, illuminating our entwined bodies. I slowly turned my head to look at Brad, his face peaceful in sleep, a slight smile on his lips. A smile that spoke of the pleasure he had felt as he pumped his youthful cum inside me.
I knew I needed to carefully extract myself from this situation before he woke up. Before he realized I had been awake the whole time, letting him use my body for his pleasure. It was wrong on so many levels, but god it felt good. Too good.
I slowly shifted my hips, trying not to disturb Brad’s slumber as I inched my way off the bed. My legs quivered as my feet touched the floor, the sensation of his cum still leaking out of me. I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and quickly cleaned myself up before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind me.
I took a few deep breaths in the hallway, trying to calm my racing heart. This was bad. So very bad. I had let my son’s friend fuck me, fill me, use me like his personal fuck toy. And the worst part was, I liked it. I more than liked it. I craved it. Craved his young, hard body pressed against mine.
I padded down the hall to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. As the machine gurgled and buzzed to life, I heard Brad behind me.
“Morning,” he said, his voice husky from sleep. “Sleep well?”
I turned to face him, plastering a neutral smile on my face. “Morning. Yeah, slept great. Did you?” I asked, praying he didn’t suspect anything.
He nodded, looking at me with an intensity that made my thighs clench together. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time,” he replied with a wink.
I felt my face flush and quickly turned back to the coffee pot, hoping he didn’t notice. “Coffee’s almost ready. I’m going to go wake the guys and get breakfast started.”
I handed him a mug, our fingers brushing as he took it from me. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body and I quickly pulled my hand back.