For a brief moment I held my breath as I wondered if maybe she wanted to try something with ME. I felt torn because on one hand I knew it would be an incredibly erotic experience but on the other hand I’d never been with a woman sexually before and I was apprehensive and not just a little bit scared. As it turned out I had nothing to worry about. It was her son she wanted, not his girlfriend.
“Thank you Kelly,” she said softly.
I looked up at her with a quizzical expression. She smiled at me and explained.
“If it wasn’t for you getting him to fuck you in our house this would’ve never happened. Steve has never brought anyone else home before so I was never able to watch him in action.”
She hugged me tightly again and I could feel her bare full breast pressing against mine. Again I had the feeling that all I had to do was respond the right way and things could get REALLY interesting. Instead, I gave her a neutral hug and she leaned back again as she wasn’t going to push it unless I made it more obvious I wanted it.
Actually, at the time I felt a bit of a relief that she want pressing the issue. I often masturbated with my cousin but we never actually touched each other. Even at sleepovers and parties we may have done some innocent kissing and mutual masturbation but nobody ever engaged in any “real” sex. The one thing I did know after this was that the idea wasn’t something I was necessarily not interested in. It just would require the right circumstances.
After that she turned her attention back to Steve. It was actually like I wasn’t even there at that point. It wasn’t like they were trying to be lovers or anything. She didn’t even try to kiss him. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was just so horny from not having sex that knowing we did it all the time had finally overridden whatever restraint that naturally exists between a parent and a child in terms of sex. She wanted a cock so badly that eventually even her own son wasn’t taboo if it meant satisfying the hunger between her legs.
I sort of knew how she felt. I hadn’t been having sex for all that long but even so, if I had to go more than a few days without Steve fucking me it was like it got to where all I could think about was sex. Oh sure masturbation helped a little from a physical perspective but it didn’t deal with the emotional feelings I get when a guy takes me so satisfy himself with me. I can make myself cum just as good as any guy but there is something in knowing I have what he needs and can satisfy the same burning in him that can only be experienced through actual sex.
If I felt that crazy after just a few days, I could only imagine what his mom must have been holding back inside of herself if she hadn’t fucked in weeks or maybe even months or more! No wonder she was willing to let her son fuck her. The amazing to me was that she hadn’t just jumped on him bed before this! Somehow I doubt that would have gone over as well with Steve though. Fucking me just seemed to make switching to his mom something natural whereas had she approached him directly it would have been more perverted than sexy.