I(50F) fucked my son's friend(22M)

Hey guys, this is my first time posting here but I’ve been lurking forever and finally I can’t keep this one inside anymore. My hands are shaking just typing it out and I’m still getting wet thinking about what happened last Saturday. I’m Ana (50), divorced for a few years now and honestly my sex life has been nonexistent since my ex walked out. I have two grown kids. My oldest son John is 24. He moved out a couple years ago but he still comes over for family dinners sometimes to catch up.

Last Saturday he texted saying he was bringing his buddy Ethan over. Ethan is 22 and he’s been coming around our house since high school. Always so polite, quiet, shy, but god that boy turned into something else. Tall, strong shoulders from the gym, that t-shirt stretching over his chest, and this sweet boyish smile when he thanks me for anything.

I’ve noticed him more lately, staring a little too long, feeling that tingle between my legs. I know it’s wrong but after feeling invisible for so long it was intoxicating to know a young guy like him might want me. God, I feel like sauch a perv even admitting it.

Dinner was normal: pasta, salad, wine, John talking about his job, Ethan being sweet and thanking me every five minutes. I wore a low-cut top and cute short skirt on purpose, wanting to feel sexy for once. Every time Ethan’s eyes flicked to my chest then away quick it made my pussy throb. I could barely focus on the conversation.

After we finished John stood up suddenly. “Hey Ethan, you wanna come with me to the store to grab more wine?” he asked. But Ethan shook his head quickly, glancing at me with those hungry eyes. “Nah, I’m good, man. I’ll just chill here if that’s cool.” John shrugged. “Suit yourself.” “Mom, we’re out of wine,” he said. “I’m gonna run to the store real quick and grab another bottle. Be back in twenty, maybe less.” He grabbed his keys and was gone before I could say anything. The house went quiet fast. Just me and Ethan left at the table, then we moved to the living room couch with the TV on low.

I poured us both another glass and sat right next to him, our thighs touching. My heart was hammering so hard I thought he could hear it. “So Ethan,” I said softly, leaning in a little, “you’ve been coming here for years now. You’ve really grown up into such a handsome man.” I rested my hand on his knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He swallowed hard, his face turning pink. “Thanks, Ms.Ana,” he said, voice a little shaky. “You always look incredible too. I mean it.”

I smiled and slid my hand just a bit higher on his thigh. “Oh really? Tell me more, baby. What goes through your head when you see me? Be honest. I always wanted to know”

He glanced toward the front door like John might burst back in but he didn’t pull away. “I’ve had a crush on you forever,” he admitted quietly. “Since I was in high school. You were always so kind and beautiful and the way you move… it’s like you know exactly how sexy you are. I used to go home after being here and think about you all night.”

My pussy clenched hard hearing that. I bit my lip and leaned closer, letting him catch my perfume. “Think about me how exactly? Don’t be shy now. Tell Mommy what you used to imagine.”

His breath hitched when I said Mommy. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I used to jerk off thinking about you. A lot. Kissing you, touching your body, feeling you on me. I always called you Mommy in my head when I came. God, I wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. Still do. Every time I come over I get hard just seeing you.”

Hearing him say Mommy like that sent a rush through me. I was soaked already. I moved my hand up higher, palming his cock through his jeans, feeling how thick and hard he was. “Look at this, baby,” I whispered, stroking slow. “You’ve been saving this big young dick for me all these years? Dreaming of Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes,” he groaned softly, hips twitching up into my hand. “All the time. I imagined sneaking into your room, bending you over, fucking you while everyone was asleep. Calling you Mommy while I came inside you. Please Ana, don’t tease me, I can’t take it.”

I laughed low and sexy, unzipping him, pulling his cock out. It sprang free, veiny, thick, tip already leaking. “Oh baby, it’s even better than I imagined,” I said, stroking him firm. “You want to feel Mommy right now? While John’s gone?”

He nodded fast, breathing ragged. “Please Mommy, I’ve waited so long. I need to be inside you.”

I stood up slow, hiked my skirt (no panties underneath, I planned this) and straddled him facing him so I could see his face. I lowered myself down slow, taking every inch. Oh fuck, he filled me so perfectly, stretching me after years of nothing. I gasped, biting my lip hard to stay quiet.

“Mommy, you’re so tight,” he moaned, hands gripping my hips. “So wet and hot. This is better than any dream. I’ve wanted this pussy forever.”

I started rocking slow then faster, grinding my clit against him, my tits bouncing in his face. He pulled my top down, sucking my nipples hard, moaning into my skin. Emotions crashed over me all at once. I felt desired, wanted, alive again. Tears pricked my eyes because this sweet boy had fantasized about me for years and now he was buried deep inside me calling me Mommy.

“Tell me more, baby,” I panted, clenching around him. “Tell Mommy how bad you wanted this.”

“Since I first saw you in that sundress years ago,” he gasped, thrusting up to meet me. “I went home and stroked my cock imagining fucking you on the kitchen counter. Calling you Mommy while I came all over your tits. You were my ultimate fantasy. I love how you feel, how you smell, how you move. Fuck Mommy, you’re perfect.”

His words pushed me over. I came hard, shaking, clenching tight around his cock, waves crashing through me. He kept fucking up into me, whispering “Mommy I’m so close please let me cum inside you I’ve dreamed of filling you.”

“Yes baby,” I moaned, tears in my eyes. “Cum for Mommy. Give me that load. Fill this neglected pussy like you always wanted.”

He groaned deep, slamming up, burying himself as he exploded. Hot thick spurts flooding me, pulse after pulse. I felt every one, grinding down, milking him dry, coming again just from the feeling of being so full and loved in that moment. We held each other tight, breathing heavy, kissing sloppy, his cock still twitching inside me.

I didn’t want to move but we had to. I lifted off, feeling his cum drip down my thighs. I kissed him soft. “Our secret okay, baby?”

He nodded, dazed, eyes shining. “Yes Mommy. Anytime you want me I’m yours.”

I cleaned up quick just in time. John walked in with the wine complaining about traffic. He didn’t notice a thing. Ethan was flushed but playing it cool.

Later that night Ethan texted me. “Can’t stop thinking about you Mommy. Your pussy felt like heaven. When can I come back?”

I’m still smiling like crazy replaying it. This was the hottest thing I’ve ever done and I don’t feel guilty at all. What do you think guys? Too risky? Or should I let him come over alone next time? Tell me I’m not crazy!?