Barbara couldn't wait to get out of there and get back home. The whole reason she was lying naked on a bed in a five-star hotel room with her boss's cock between her wide-open legs was because of her son, Levi. It was completely his fault.
It was also Levi's fault that it was all but impossible for the busty, raven-haired beauty to concentrate on what she was doing. She had finally decided to let Lymon, her married boss, fuck her and yet the only cock she could think about was Levi's. Her son's cock was both longer and thicker than her boss's by a wide margin. Beyond that, his body was also so much firmer and more trim, with the fluid muscularity of a younger, more active man. And while she didn't exactly dislike Lymon, he was a man she would otherwise never notice in a crowd if she didn't happen to work for him. But for Levi, the stacked and statuesque beauty harbored a deep love that could never be mentioned outside the quiet privacy of her tumultuous mind.
Lymon was now very excitedly pumping his aroused tool into the snug slit between Barbara's long, toned, and wide open thighs.
"God damn, you're so hot, mmmmmm, so good," the somewhat portly fifty-year-old moaned as he gazed at the heaving wobble of his office manager's perfect, melon sized tits. The man's belly was jiggling almost as heavily as Barbara's luscious orbs while he jerked his awkward body harder and faster between her model quality legs.
It was nice to have an eager cock in her pussy again after going without for much too long. The slippery friction felt better than her fingers, but the rapid, jerky thrusts of her excited boss were doing very little to drive the woman's spectacular body toward the heights of pleasure she could only remember from her sexually adventurous past. If not for the fleeting memory of the sight of her son's impressively virile cock, Barbara probably would've needed the little bottle of lube she'd tucked in her purse before leaving her house to meet her boss in a three star hotel two cities away from where she lived.
Being married, Lymon wanted to hold their tryst out of town where there were lower chances of being recognized. That was fine with Barbara. Even though she'd been single for the past ten years, the last thing she needed was to be recognized going into a hotel with her boss. She had actually been relieved when he didn't want to bother with having dinner or drinks in the hotel lounge and preferred to meet at the room and get right down to the business at hand.
Barbara had been working at Lymon's real estate office for the past six years, and as his office manager for the past two. He'd shown a lot of interest in her from the beginning, but only over the past several months had he begun dropping hints about sexual liaisons outside the office. Barbara rebuffed him as politely as she could, but right about the time she started to think about contacting a lawyer and filing a sexual harassment suit, she suddenly decided to take him up on his offer. He seemed just as surprised as she when she said yes. And if it hadn't been for an unsettling incident at home just a few days before, she would've been shopping around for lawyer by now.
Until the previous Monday morning, Barbara had thought she'd achieved a state of mind that was free of the baser desires that had plagued her luscious flesh for most of her life. Not that she didn't get horny or indulge in erotically charged private time. It was just that she'd given up on sex or dating in order to focus her attention on her son and career, in that order. And now, Lymon was reminding her why. It did feel good to have a cock pumping her pussy, but instead of concentrating on her pleasure, her mind was already fast-forwarding to how awkward things were going to be afterward.
On top of that, she was surprised to realize she was bored. Her boss's arousal had little effect on her. And he was so consumed with his own pleasure it was almost as if he was jerking off in her pussy. He probably even thought she was wet all because of him, but nothing could be farther from the truth. It was Levi she was wet for, her son who had no idea his mother was off in another city in a hotel room with a married man's excited cock jamming relentlessly into her warm, slick pussy.
Meanwhile, Lymon was grinding his forgettable dick into Barbara's exquisite body like a man possessed. He would've been crazy not to. But he was oblivious to the distracted mood of the stellar beauty beneath him. As long as her bulbous tits kept heaving and shaking to the jerky force of his thrusts, he could keep on assuming he was fucking her like a stud. He had no clue she was actually thinking about her own son and the ripe, hard, virile, young cock that made her stop in her tracks just a few days before.
Levi had been out that night with Brynn, the girl who'd grown up right next door. Barbara didn't know how the two could grow up being such good friends without becoming a couple considering how good looking and popular they both were. They were as close as siblings, but without the traditional rivalry.
Barbara had been in bed when Levi came home and went directly to his room. Before another ten minutes had passed, she could hear the telltale sounds of her son giving himself that special pleasure a young man often does in the privacy of his own room. Barbara lay in her bed and smiled as she listened to sounds she was sure her son didn't mean her to hear. But there was something so sweet about it, and being a woman who had never gotten as much sex as she'd always craved, she couldn't control the wet warmth spreading through her pussy. She actually deigned to touch herself as she eavesdropped on her cock-stroking boy.
The aroused mother then became aware of Levi's voice. He was muttering something to himself while he jerked off. She assumed his feelings for Brynn must be changing and that he was jerking off to thoughts of the pretty, young blonde he'd spent the evening with. Was her grownup boy falling in love? The thought actually made Barbara's pussy even hotter, but driven by curiosity to hear what he was saying, she got out of bed and tip toed out of her room to Levi's door.
Wearing her long, oversized T shirt and nothing else, Barbara leaned closer to the door and discovered it wasn't completely shut. There was an inch gap between the edge of the door and the frame. This made it so much easier to hear her son's feverish groans of pleasure. The sounds he was making were much louder and clearer here, making his mother's unexpected arousal spread deeper through her core. If she'd been wearing panties they would've been soaked by now.
Brynn must've gotten him very sexually frustrated to make him jerk off so forcefully right after their night out. But Levi wasn't the only member of their household that was frustrated. Barbara felt her pussy drip molten honey down her upper thighs as she listened to his animalistic grunts and groans. Against her better judgement, not that she was showing any kind of judgement at all at the moment, she reached under her sleep shirt and started rubbing her badly neglected pussy. At the same time, she put her eye to the crack in the door and peered into the room, finding that she had a good view of her son standing naked beside his bed.
Levi looked amazing! His twenty year old body looked so young and defined, and his cock was like a beautiful piece of sculpture. He looked big and hard as a marble column, his flesh glistening with a thick coating of precum his hand was spreading along his shaft as he stroked it. Barbara gasped quietly as she saw her boy's cock for the first time since he'd become a man. It was so beautiful, so manly and virile. His mother instantly knew it was a cock that would send any woman into ecstatic delirium.
This was when Barbara also caught the words her horny man-boy had been muttering.
