I’m a mom in my late 30s.
All of my kids are now in college, which is really how this whole thing started.
I’ve lived kind of a crazy life and I never got a chance to attend myself, so in many ways I’m sort of living the college experience through them.
In the past two months alone, I have hooked up with not one, not two, but three of my kids close friends.
The first was one of my older son’s best friends.
He’s a quiet, academic type who is going to school to be an engineer. I’m not sure if he was a virgin or not prior to us hooking up, but he definitely didn’t seem all that experienced to me.
He was at my place playing video games and waiting for my son to get back from row practice when it happened.
I brought him a snack and we got to talking, and eventually the subject drifted to girls.
He told me has never been that lucky in that department, so being the nice woman I am I offered to lend him a hand…and a few holes…to help with that.
We had a quickie in my living room and he must have came in about a minute flat, as a lot of younger guys tend to do. I’m a bit of a nympho, so this definitely wasn’t my first rodeo with a guy his age, but it was my first times having sex with one of my kids friends.
And I won’t lie.
It was a rush…especially knowing that my son could have walked in on us at any moment.
The second incident was about a week later.
I was at the gym doing my usual morning routine when this really attractive young Latino guy walked in.
I only glanced at him for a moment before returning to my workout, but when he got closer I realized right away that he was one of my daughter’s ex-boyfriends.
They had dated briefly over the summer and though we had never met in person, I recognized him from her instagram. Just to verify, I discreetly pulled up some of her old posts to see and sure enough it was him.
I didn’t plan on hooking up with him.
Really, I didn’t.
I was just minding my own business doing some cardio when he came over and started hitting on me.
At first I attempted to ignore his advances, trying my best to fight off my natural urges, but then he started getting more ballsy and touchy and well…I guess you could say his flirtation worked on me.
We ended up fucking in his truck right there in the back of planet fitness. He had tinted windows so I wasn’t too worried about us getting caught, but the taboo nature of what I was doing (and with who) definitely wasn’t lost on me.
I rode his huge cock as he sat in the reclined drivers seat with my tits in his face. At one point I vaguely remember him asking if I had any milk in them, which is when it became clear to me that he must have had a pretty big mommy fetish.
I guess you could I was just scratching his itch.
The third time was about a week ago.
It was also one of the most intense experiences I’ve had yet, as all three of my kids were home when it happened.
I just got a hot tub and my kids wanted to invite some friends over to hang out in it for the evening. I said that was fine and made plans to go out dancing with a friend so that I wouldn’t disturb their fun, but when she canceled on me at the last minute I ended up staying in.
Everything was going about how you’d expect and I was in my room minding my own business binge watching the office in bed when I heard a knock on my door. I got up to see who it was and was surprised to see one of my younger son’s friends standing in my doorway. He was shirtless and explained that my son had instructed him to go pee in the bathroom in my room since my daughter was showering in our other bathroom.
I told him that was fine, trying my best to hide how flustered I was by his rock hard young body as he passed me. He’s 19 and a seasoned athlete, so it kind of goes without saying that he has a great form.
He used the bathroom and came out, but instead of leaving right away he lingered on the edge of my bed and hesitated for a moment before asking me if he could ask me a question.
“Are you single?” he questioned when I nodded. “I noticed you don’t wear a wedding ring and Sam has never mentioned anything about his dad...”
“Yes...” I said, totally unsure of where he was going with this, “Sam’s dad and I are separated.”
He smiled at that and I couldn’t help but notice his eyes twinkle a little.
Then, he did something unexpected.
He took a seat on my bed right beside me and placed a hand on my exposed thigh, his warm fingers caressing my flesh. “That’s a shame,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine, “you’re wayyyyy too fine to be single.”
He leaned in ever so slightly then and I tensed. “We can’t,” I told him, feeling my heart race. “My kids. They’re expecting you back.”
“Actually, they’re not,” he said, getting up to close (and lock) the door. He flashed me his phone from his pocket and smiled. “I lied and said I had to leave. The bathroom thing was just my way of getting a foot in the door.”
He then went on to tell me that he’s had a huge crush on me ever since my son first introduced me to him, and before I knew what I was doing I was down on my knees worshipping his hard young cock as drops of water descended down his still wet body.
We ended up back on my bed in no time, making sure to be quiet, but it was easier said than done when he began to literally pile drive me into the mattress. I had to put a pillow over my face to contain my moans and when I finally came all I saw were stars. It was probably one of the most intense experiences of my life.
Now, though, I can’t stop thinking about him.
I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been stalking his social media accounts like crazy ever since, and I even went as far as to ask my son if he’d be by again anytime soon. He looked at me weird when I asked, but what can I say?
Orgasms that good are few and in between.