My son's buddy — Part 1

A couple of years ago, one of my son's buddies dropped by our place seeking his assistance on a college project. They were just starting out on it, and my son was the one who understood it the best thus far. Even though my husband and my son were away on a weekend fishing trip, I welcomed his friend into our home to fetch his notes, hoping he might discover something useful for his studies.

I was 44 then, he was just 19. I was wearing my usual leggings and braless t-shirt I usually wear at home (I almost always wear leggings, and at home I rarely use bra), and I had noticed him and the other boys pay me too much attention when I was around, which TBH was a turn-on.

He disappeared into my son's bedroom for a little while as I carried on with my usual household chores, preparing cookies for my husband and son who were due back the next day. When he eventually emerged, his hands were empty, and he explained that he couldn't find anything and didn't want to rummage through my son's belongings. I found his behavior quite respectful and appreciated his manners. So, I extended an invitation, asking if he'd like to join me for a coffee or anything while I had some cookies in the oven, and he accepted.

He took a seat at the table, and I could sense his gaze on me. At that time, I was already involved in an affair with a much younger coworker in his 20s, so I was quite receptive to that kind of attention. As I bent over to fetch cups and other items for the coffee, I intentionally let myself be a little more exposed, subtly teasing him and giving him the chance for some views he would hopefully remember later.

As I attempted to reach the coffee on the high shelf, I tiptoed as usual. I am 157cm tall. In a flash, he rose from his seat and effortlessly retrieved it from behind me with his long arms, all while groping me. It seemed like a helpful gesture, but it was quite evident that he took the chance he had been waiting to press our bodies closer together in that moment, keeping me between the counter and his body.

I could clearly feel his already hard cock pressed against my ass, and I won't deny the arousal that it stirred within me. I remained silent, and as he left the coffee on the counter, he continued to hold onto my waist, keeping the intimate pressure between us against the counter, probably forcing it a little more. Since I hadn't complained about it at all, he leaned in closer to my neck and whispered how hot I looked in that outfit, planting a gentle kiss on my neck.

My legs quivered with desire, and he evidently picked up on my arousal. His hands moved from my waist to my breasts, gently caressing through my sides as he continued to shower my neck with kisses and sweet inappropriate words. A passionate moan escaped my lips, and I turned to kiss him fervently. He pressed me tightly against him, his hands going down to my ass letting passion take fire on us. Our passionate kiss continued, with our tongues engaging in a playful dance within our mouths. His hands roamed eagerly across my body.

Overwhelmed by desire, I couldn't hold back any longer. I dropped to my knees and freed his dick, eager to take care of his needs with utmost enthusiasm. I felt such an immense pleasure as he moaned my name while I reveled in pleasuring his young hard cock in my kitchen.

After some passionate licking and sucking, I rose to kiss him once more, and then took off my leggings. With a firm grip, he hoisted me onto the counter, where I parted my legs, anxiously waiting for him to take me. However, he leaned in to reciprocate the attention I had given him earlier, demonstrating an unexpected proficiency as he explored my wet pussy with his skilled tongue. I guided his head all along my eager married cunt, my moans growing louder. With unexpected skill, he worked his tongue around my pussy, and it didn't take long for me to reach the peak of pleasure, experiencing an intense orgasm which made me moan his name so loud it most probably could be heard from the outside.

I was still trembling in ecstasy as he stood upright, got his cock at my entrance, and with one quick hip movement our bodies merged into one. He began thrusting in and out of me while firmly gripping my waist. His young cock slid perfectly in my dripping pussy. He began slowly, gradually gaining speed and intensity with each passing moment. It didn't take much time before I could feel his warmth surging inside me, triggering a second powerful orgasm that coursed through my body.

I anticipated that he might withdraw and finish our little and quick encounter, but to my surprise, he continued to thrust into me, with even greater intensity, after both of us had already reached orgasm. Driven by a need to be completely exposed to him, I removed my t-shirt and reached for his, all while he continued to passionately pound me with his still rock hard cock mixing my fluids with his hot cum. I told him that we should continue in my master bedroom to be more comfortable. He stepped away, and I led the way, both of us completely naked, him following closely, hand in hand like two sweethearts.

As soon as we reached the bed, I got doggy-style for him, presenting my married naked ass to his young hard cock, eager for what would come next. He leaned and began to passionately kiss my ass cheeks, allowing his tongue to trace a path all over my rear. My moans of pleasure grew louder as he inserted a finger into my dripping cunt, caressing me tenderly while lavishing kisses all over my ass. I pleaded with him to take me, and without hesitation, he positioned himself behind me, gripping my waist, and entered my married body with a single, firm thrust from behind.

He began a vigorous and passionate rhythm, his thrusts growing forceful, accompanied by lustful spanks on my rear. I couldn't help but moan his name repeatedly in ecstasy. He seized my hair in a firm grip, maintaining his manly thrusting from behind, intensifying the sensation as he continued to dominate the moment. After a few moments of fervent passion, I sensed him nearing the brink of his second climax deep inside me, and he once again bestowed his youthful load in me.

I laid on my marital bed, and he joined me, sharing tender kisses. We hugged and kissed as a genuine couple, as if we were on our honeymoon together. We lingered there in silence, indulging in sweet kisses and gentle caresses, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

I gently caressed his smooth cock, which was moist with a blend of our climaxes. It felt absolutely perfect in my hand. My instincts guided me as I began to move my hand up and down, and after a while, I sensed it growing firm once more. The vitality and rapid recovery of youth are precisely what drew me to my coworker. It drives me wild and makes me feel rejuvenated and alive.

Our second round will be unleashed in part 2. Stay tuned.