Mommy for a boy

It was my son's birthday. I'm forty, he's eighteen. I'm not married. That's normal these days, right? My ex-husband would sometimes show up to spend time with our son. He'd glance at me now and then, wink. It was like, maybe let's do it just once? I always refused, I didn't want him anymore. He's like a brother. No excitement at all. And that's despite not having had sex in a long time. At forty, you become more experienced, you see right through men. Their thoughts, their advances are so primitive it doesn't spark any desire. And if they see you're not interested, they immediately back off. They don't want to fight for it. And I might even be willing to give in, well, make a couple more attempts!

No. I had to manage on my own. I remembered myself when I was young. I used to satisfy myself with my fingers, now with a dildo. It's nicer that way. Though, I had to warm it up a bit, otherwise it feels like there's just a stick inside you. His friends came over for his birthday. There were girls there too. Probably about fifteen people. He wanted to send me away, but the options somehow fell through. Those girlfriends are always busy with something.

I stayed home, but promised not to bother them. Decided to settle on the veranda. We have a sofa, TV, a small table there… By the way, you can put a bottle of wine on it. I brought everything I might need in advance. Fruit, cigarettes… I usually walk around the house in a robe. But today I decided to wear a dress. In case they needed something, and I'd have to go out. It just happened somehow that I put on nice panties too. Black, thin, sheer… I have hair on my pubic area, it was showing through. Probably should trim it a bit. Though, so far there haven't been any hunters for my vagina, so I let that slide a bit. Probably don't need to wear a bra. It seemed like my nipples weren't showing through the dress. Though, even if they were, would boys even be interested? My breasts barely fit into the dress. They were sticking out now. I look at myself in the mirror. What a cool girl! And what do these men want? My butt was sticking out so brazenly. Wow, what a huge one I have! I think if someone threw me into bed, they wouldn't regret it! I also know how to give a blowjob, the way men like it. That's when you help with your hands and lick their balls. My husband taught me. And I also swallow every last drop, so the man understands he's completely conquered me. In short, such a queen and alone.

It seemed they were having fun. Music was blaring. I could hear the girls' shouts. I was sitting and watching TV, already smoking my fifth cigarette. At my age, it seemed life couldn't surprise me anymore. I know too much. But then, I had to go out to them in the kitchen, my son couldn't find the glasses… I quickly found them on the bottom shelf. When I bent over, I think I caught the boys' glances. I seemed to leave the kitchen, then wanted to go back… And then I heard one of his friends say.

— M… Cool mommy!

Someone laughed.

— I'd like to…

— Igor's home! What are you doing?! — someone sensibly intervened.

— Well, so what?! He's busy there… With Nastya, I think…

— Yeah, right. That's his birthday gift!

— I don't really like the chicks… But his mommy is just right!

— So what?! You wanna go?

— Why not? She's on the veranda, right?

— Yeah.

— I'll fuck her! I'm already hard! Did you see her ass!

— She won't let you! She's an adult…

— She'll let me. She won't be my first mommy.

— Think you can manage? There are a lot of people here!

— Just don't come in, that's the main thing. And she wants it, I saw it! I'll fuck her in the ass! I haven't had an ass like that in a long time!

— At least just fuck her…

— Fucking is easy, but then right in the ass — that's an art! Anyway, let's have one more and I'll go to her!

Of course, I was all excited. It was nice that he got hard for me, but I wasn't planning to fuck boys. I decided to first check my room. My perfume was somewhere. I smelled my armpits. Fine. Put on perfume and quickly returned to the veranda. Obviously, he's a cheeky boy, but I'm still a woman. I'm a delicate flower who should smell good in any situation. I sat down on the sofa, poured myself some wine and prepared to wait. The funniest thing is, I didn't even know what he looked like. He's coming now to fuck me in the ass?! I didn't even let my husband do that! And how is this boy going to do it?! Well, come on life, try to surprise me! He walked in with a swaggering gait, smirking. Pulled out a cigarette.

— Good evening. Can I smoke here with you?

— Yes, of course, — I got a bit of a look at him. Not a handsome guy, but his confidence was appealing. Skinny, but wiry arms, probably worked somewhere.

— Do you smoke? — he offered me his cigarette.

— Yes, I have my own, — I tried to get my pack.

— Don't bother, mine are tastier, — he insistently offered his.

I obediently took it in my mouth, since it's tastier. He brought a lighter, gazing greedily into my eyes. Didn't even hide why he came. For now, we just sat silently and smoked. He took my glass.

— Drinking wine? I'll try, — he drank without permission. — Not bad…

He took the bottle and refilled the glass.

— I'll take care of you, — he brought it to my lips.

I tried to refuse. But he continued in the same confident manner.

— Has anyone given you wine in a long time? Don't refuse, it's great.

I looked into his eyes, wanted to say something, but the glass was already near my lips. Had to take a couple of sips.

— And now take a drag!

I complied.

— Nice?

I had to raise an eyebrow, as if falling into deep thought.

— Not bad. So, are you just going to keep giving me drinks?

— I came here to relieve your boredom.

— Won't your friends mind? The girls?

— No one compares to you.

He started giving me drinks again, though, not pushily. Although my head started spinning. He moved closer, put his arm on the back of the sofa, as if wanting to hug me.

— You're beautiful, — he said in my ear.

Just like that? Beautiful and that's it?! Oh no! Better if he said he got hard for me! I'm an adult woman. Let him try harder. Decided not to answer.

— I wonder, who did you put this dress on for?

— Just a regular dress… , — I felt him examining my breasts from behind my ear. Hmm… they're sticking out a lot. Got hot.

— It's so convenient with you… Your condition is visible…

— What do you mean?

— Your breasts are heaving like that… You're breathing more often…

— M… I…

— Another sip, — he gave me more wine.

— I probably need to cover my chest… , — I started looking around for a shawl. Though I didn't have one.

— Don't. I like it. Girls don't have ones like that. You could drown in them… How does your dress come off?

— What?! — I involuntarily licked my lips.

— I need to know, just in case.

— What 'just in case'?

— If you feel like taking it off, I'll help… Seems… there's a zipper in the back, — he ran his thumb over the back of my neck.

I wanted to put him in his place, but it was pleasant, and innocent.

— I won't want to take it off.

— I'll peel you a tangerine now, — he started peeling the fruit. Divided it into two halves and brought a piece to my lips. I tried to take it in my hands, but he didn't allow it.

— I'm taking care of you today! Forgot?

He placed a segment on my tongue, touching my lips. Something twitched in my lower abdomen. I wonder if he felt it? I think I trembled all over.

— M… How your breasts are swaying, — he whispered in my ear. Yes, and that's nice. But I'm still not planning to give him my ass! He continued feeding me tangerine. I stared dumbly at the TV. Well, good thing it's on! His hand finally rested on my shoulder. Now it was stroking. Another sip of wine. He shamelessly sniffed my neck. — I love the smell of adult women…

— Ah… Have you had them?

— Yes, I love mommies, — his nose wandered over my neck. Let him. I'm sure I can stop him at any moment. He put the glass on the table. On the way back, his hand stroked my bare knee. The dress was a bit short. He put one tangerine segment on my breast, put another in my mouth. I had no idea what was on TV. Now, the segment from my breast migrated to his mouth.

— Tastier this way… , — his fingers found my necklace. — What's this… a bull? Are you a Taurus?

— Yes, — I felt my breathing quicken. My breasts heaved even higher. His hand rested on my breast with the back of his hand. And in his palm he examined the little golden bull. Or pretended to. His left hand stroked my shoulder. I didn't even notice that, because the right one was significantly bolder.

I looked towards the door. This experiment would only be interesting if no one came in here. The last thing I needed was for my son to see me in this state. He stroked my knee again. Aha. Filled the glass. We'd already drunk half. Two more sips. I think that's enough for me. Feels very good inside. I just wanted to sit and let this boy grope me. She remembered how it happened to her the first time. I mean, when she was groped. It was nice to offer her young body to boys' hands. I think a boy like this stroked her behind their house. Back then, she let him do a lot. But didn't let him under her panties. And now, would she let him? She glanced into his eyes. I think he has enough cheekiness. Good thing I wore nice panties. He stroked my cheek, looked at me like I was his girl. Was sure I'd give in. Ran his finger over my lips. I wanted to take it in my mouth and suck. Instead, I turned towards the TV.

— Juicy mommy, — he kissed my cheek. His left hand slid down over my neck, squeezed my breast a little. His right hand slowly traveled over my body to stroke my bare knee. Had to fend off the left hand. Can't touch my breasts. The knee is okay… I squeezed my knees to look chaste. He slipped his fingers between them. I relaxed them a bit. How nice. I didn't know which side to control him from. He kissed my ear, his left hand caressed my breast. Should have worn a bra. He was practically caressing my bare breast! And the sensations were stronger. Fended him off. The right hand went higher. Went under the dress. Pushed it away. The left squeezed my breast. Pushed it away.

— Sweet mommy, — he whispered in my ear.

Right hand under the dress again. Moved his hand away. Left squeezed my nipple through the dress.

— What are you doing?! — I finally spoke.

— Caressing you.

— Don't! Do you remember who I am?!

— You're my girl, — his hand went under the dress again. — Bare your breasts!

— I won't.

— Come on, — there were notes of impatience in his voice. — How does it come off?

— I'm not taking it off.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to my breast. Squeezed it with his fingers. A shiver ran through my body. Too bad he's just a boy! And why aren't adult men this cheeky! I so want to allow it… Actually, it's not clear if I can allow him? What if his dick is small or he cums after five seconds… The right hand was already moving freely under the dress. And when did he manage that?!

— What cool thighs, — he was near my ear again. — Spread them!

— And what? — I looked at him. I so wanted to see in his eyes if he could do it for long? — What will you do?

— Fuck you.

— I'm an adult… I need… And you're a boy!

— I have a strong dick! Hold on… , — he reached into his pants and pulled it out. Firm, already hard. The head was protruding. So pink… These boys are still so fresh. Licked my lips again. That's the kind of dick you should give a blowjob to! — I'll fuck you as much as you need!

— Yeah… , — I pretended not to believe him.

— Spread your thighs, — he said more harshly now. His hand went under the dress and was already making its way up proprietarily.

I relaxed my legs a bit, but he pushed between them even roughly. Strong hands. Found my panties and started caressing my long-suffering vagina.

— Quieter… , — I whispered. — Quieter… Gentler…

— Ah… you're wet! — he smiled with satisfaction. — I'll fuck mommy today! Spread wider!

I obediently spread my legs and moaned. Amazing how nice it is to obey him! Such excitement washes over you! He pulled up the dress, exposing my thighs and panties. He slipped his fingers under them and started smearing my fluid, which was flowing abundantly.

— Gentler… gentler… , — I was somehow begging him. I think I missed the moment when I could have controlled the situation myself.

— Cool chick! — he turned my head towards him with his free hand and started kissing me. His tongue went deep immediately. I responded, gently hugging his neck. For some reason, I thought if I was affectionate with him, he'd treat me more gently. But that wasn't working yet. He shoved two fingers into my vagina. I moaned again and didn't stop. I don't know what he was doing with his fingers there, but it felt so good. I spread my legs wide, showing him I was ready for anything. He pulled away from my lips.

— My bitch! — he started taking my dress off. — Come on, your tits!__P