Her Son

I'm Laura a twice married, twice divorced woman now in my early forties. My closest friend Karen and I have a long and complicated history together. We have always been there for each other through good and bad times. I am childless having had three miscarriages and a fight with cervical cancer ending any hope of having my own.

I had helped Karen raise her son Brad from a baby, with my bond being very strong. He was now 20, a strapping young man, 6'2" very athletic and handsome. His parents Tom, Karen and I very proud of who he had become.

So you can imagine my shock when one morning I received a dick pic from him. 'Oh my God!' was my immediate reaction. I assumed it wasn't him, that this was a ill thought out joke meant for another and sent accidentally to me. I felt it best to not react, to not have him go through the dread of embarrassment for his mistake.

I was so sure of this being a mistake until a second one appeared this time with a full erection. I debated about what I should do. Then a third, this one at an angle showing him masturbating! No mistaking that this was him but I now felt he was thinking he was sending them to someone other than I.

He needed to know so I sent a text saying Brad, this is Laura, I think you have sent these to me by mistake. He texted me back saying, no mistake. I asked why he would do such a thing with his response being that he is frustrated by his feelings for me, that he fantasizes about me all the time and has done for a long time.

'Oh my God Brad' is all I could type. I had no words and the conversation stopped for a couple of hours. What was going through his mind? His mother and I visit at least four times a week and talk on the phone daily, this became craziness and made me feel terribly uncomfortable. My phone went off again signaling another incoming text. My heart pounded and a sick queazy feeling went through me. I was afraid to read it but of course did.

The graphic nature of his message was shocking. He said he struggles with his urges towards me, fantasizing about kissing me all over even going as far as saying how much he wanted to eat my pussy!

OH MY GOD!

He added, "I want to bring you pleasure. I want nothing in return except the joy of touching, kissing and loving you."

This was insane! I asked him to meet with me that we needed to talk. I certainly didn't want to get him in trouble and to speak to his mother was an embarrassing situation. I want to be clear here. I at no time thought of him in such a way and found it to be ridiculous, obscene. Furthermore, I'm just a typical middle age woman and although I've never had children I do have what most would call a mom body! I don't deluded myself in thinking I'm a sex kitten who is in the fantasies of ANYONE let alone a 20 year old.

He said he was on his way. I was very, very nervous. He pulled up on his Harley and I met him at the door. He brazenly took me in his arms and kissed me. I tried to push him away but he is much bigger and much stronger. He held me, kissing my face and telling me how much he's always loved me. All of this had my head spinning. He released me, I pushed off and said, "Brad.. this is crazy! What are you thinking?" I told him that the thought is insane. I use to take care of him, babysitting, changing his diapers.

He literally begged me holding my hands, kissing my palms and sucking on my fingers. I had never had a man do this. It was very erotic and I must admit that this did turn me on. He took my face in his hands and started kissing my face again, now adding my neck and ears to his pleasure. He asked that I not reject his affections. I was covered in goosebumps. I should have stopped him but I did not. It had been a very long time since I had been touched and his attentions and touch magnified just how much I had missed it.

I could easily see his sincerity and let him do what he wanted. Before I could think he had my blouse unbuttoned, undid the clasp of my bra located between my "D" cup breasts and let his beautiful lips suckle on my nipples. It was all so very, very wrong but I not only gave into his advances but willingly relinquished my body to him.

His longing and loving eyes upon me, his gentle touch and caress had me melt. I was now before him topless, his hands moved my spandex leggings down with I willingly releasing my legs from their hold. I wasn't wearing panties and had a sudden disturbing thought that my un-manicured love lawn, ample and thick with brush would turn him off. It didn't and in fact turned him on even more.

He picked me up in his arms, no small task being I'm 5'9" and 170 pounds. To him, I was as light as a feather. It was so romantic a move to be swept literally off my feet and carried to my bed. He laid me down, he telling me how beautiful I am and I could see in his eyes, I was. He took off his clothing his body so beautiful, so firm, muscular as if he were a Greek God.

Brad kissed, licked and nibbled every inch of my body. I felt uncomfortable at first and said I should freshen up. A girl wants to bath before such intimacy but he relished my natural state and said no to that thought. "I want your scent on me Laura."

He clearly wanted me, my scent, wrinkles and all and I, now wanted him.

He caressed my vulva and entered my walls with his tongue. This certainly wasn't his first pussy, he showing incredible expertise. His fingers entered my love puddle and whatever he was doing touched me in ways I've never experienced. I was writhing with the intensity of it all. His digits and tongue were a masterclass in how to pleasure a female. I couldn't believe the sounds my mouth was making nor how much my cunt was flowing. I screamed out in orgasm which just isn't me! I am a quiet girl but this was different. I not just gushed but squirted soaking his face and my bed sheets.

He moved over me and sank his joystick deep into my chamber. Balls deep into me. My pussy over sensitive he moved slowly, the intensity taking me to yet another orgasm. He stopped awhile still in me but very still. He kissed my face and neck. So lovely and so lovingly.

He again started driving his piston in me, my cunt responding yet again, this time he did not stop. The movement had me writhing uncontrollably as he jackhammered his way to cumming. I could feel the pulsing of his throbbing rod in me shooting his young seed into my garden.

We laid there for hours touching each other. I had to leave unfortunately for an appointment with of all people, his mother Karen. Before going I put his ample cock in my mouth and with my hand playing with his seed bag, taint and anus, I had him release his baby gravy into my wanting throat within minutes. Yes, I have my talents too.

It has been a long time since a man had looked at me the way he was, if ever, and I willingly let him have his way with me and now have done so well over a dozen times.

I feel terribly guilty and cry often about what I did and am doing. Each time he comes over I feel determined to set him straight and end this nonsense but each time my resolve evaporates. I really can't believe it's me doing these things. I really can't.

I have no idea at this point how to stop it. He's a good looking athletic young man. I can only hope that he grows tired of me and falls for some very lucky younger woman more his age. He hasn't the key to my heart but is able to pick the lock to my pussy. The sooner he loses interest the less guilt I will feel. As it is, I feel I'm having a breakdown.