My name is Melanie. I'm a 39 year old wife to my second husband and the mother of a 19 year old daughter who is away at college. Most people say I'm not bad looking. Medium length blondish hair, rather long and slender legs, and 34C breasts which are now drooping a bit unfortunately.
I was having lunch recently with my girl friend Helen who is the single mom of an 18 year old son who just recently started at the local junior college and still lives with her. I'm not sure you could say that Helen is any better looking than me, but I've always thought she was a bit sexier or "hotter" to use the current term. Part of it was her manner of dress. She wore her skirts a bit shorter and sometimes split up the sides, her blouses were cut a little lower to show off her cleavage, also about a 34C, and she favored strappy high heels to show off her nice legs. She has brown medium length hair streaked with blonde at the hairdresser's. A pretty good package for a 38 year old woman, but she hadn't had much luck with men after her divorce six years ago. They were all married or there was some other problem, and she had been pretty busy with her responsible job and raising her teenage son.
Anyway, she was telling me something about the son. Apparently he had almost gotten some slut girl pregnant. She was very late with her period, but finally started. Helen was complaining about his choice in the girl. Despite the fact he was a good looking young man, he was shy and had never dated that much until recently with this girl who was pretty worthless and careless with her birth control among other things.
Then she said something half jokingly which shocked me. She said, "I might take care of him myself except for the incest thing. It might take solve some of his problems as well as my own." I just sort of laughed, and then she asked me something we had never really gotten into. "I know my sex life is lousy. How is yours with Tim after seven years of marriage?" I answered that it could definitely be better, and I wondered if he was getting that seven year itch I had heard about. I went on to say that I knew part of it was my fault. Tim was a hunk by most standards and a few years younger than me, but I had been somehow restless the last few years. She said she knew his obvious charms, but she shocked me again when she asked how he was hung. I told her he was better than average, about seven inches and fairly thick. Then Helen said that she had only seen her son a few times when it was soft, but if that was any indication it would be at least eight inches and thick. No wonder the young slut was fucking him.
I noticed she kept coming back to the subject of her son and I wondered what was going on with that. I didn't know, of course, but suspected that Helen was pretty hot in bed. I used to think I was too, but this restless thing had cooled my fires, so to speak. When Helen and I parted, I mentioned to her that as far as this sex thing went, maybe all of us needed some kind of new spark. She said, "You may be right,"and we laughed and went on our way.
About a month later Helen called me, and I could tell she was upset right away. She said her son was supposed to have dropped the young slut she had told me about, but she had come home yesterday and interrupted their love making just before they got started. "Incidentally," she said, "I just got a quick look but enough to confirm he's about eight inches and thick. The girl is a scrawny little bitch, but he's caught the scent of pussy now and is going to be hard to turn." Then she said, "Let's get together tomorrow, because I want to talk to you about something." We met the next day, and what she wanted to talk to me about floored me. She said, "I'm going to get right to the point. Do you think fucking an 18 year old boy for a while might put some spark back into your sex life and cure your restlessness? The 18 year old boy I have in mind is my son."
I stuttered and stammered at first and asked her to give me a minute to sort of digest this. On the one hand it just seemed unthinkable, but my mind was playing tricks on me as I visualized some young stud plundering my pussy. At that age he might plunder it several times in one evening too. Was I even up to the task? Then I thought of the practical side and pointed out to Helen I was a married woman, and a young guy like that would need it more than occasionally. I asked her how you could even work out the schedule and the where and so forth? Then she hit me with the rest of it. She said, "It sounds like Tim could use some spice in his life too, and I definitely do. What if we worked something out where I would fuck him while you took care of my son's needs? Do you think you could handle that? And remember this would only be for about six months or so until my son's confidence gets built up and I can get him pointed in some better direction." There was no doubt in my mind that Tim would fuck Helen if she was willing. The question was whether I could handle that and would it indeed provide some spark in our otherwise mundane sex lives.
Helen and I talked about two more hours. We went over all the arguments and benefits and drawbacks. By the end of that time what seemed unthinkable at first now seemed quite possible. She admitted she had already talked with her son about it, and he was willing if she could work it out. He agreed the girl in question was pretty much a loser, but she was humping him and the pussy was hard to turn down.
I decided the best approach was to just be direct. The next evening I told Tim bluntly, "Helen wants to fuck you." Now it was his turn to be stunned. I told him I had thought it over carefully and was okay with it. Then I went in to some of the reasons behind my decision including our mundane sex life the past few years, but I quickly admitted this was probably more my fault than his. Then I told him what had brought all this up in the first place, and said we had agreed that I would fuck Helen's son as part of the deal. All this led to another two hour discussion, but Tim was more agreeable than I had thought he might be. Apparently he wanted to fuck Helen and didn't consider the teenaged boy much of a threat. When I described Helen at the beginning I used words like hot and sexy. Obviously Tim agreed. I reminded him the arrangement was only for about six months and told him Helen and I had worked it out that I would fuck the son here and they would fuck at her place. I told him that because of the son's situation with the teenaged slut we wanted to start right away.
I called Helen a bit later and told her it was a go. She said, "Great! Give him a ride Melanie." She could have been referring to a certain sexual position, but I thought I knew what she meant. She wanted me to give him the full range of sexual experience, maybe even anal. Tim was much more experienced than Bobby (her son) of course, but I had a feeling her horny pussy was going to work him over pretty good.
A couple of days later I was waiting for Bobby to arrive. Tim had left shortly before, and I had put on a short, low cut, silky robe, no bra, some very skimpy panties, and a pair of strappy high heels. The heels seemed to be a turn on for a lot of men, although it was a bit awkward crawling around a bed with them on. I hoped my total look was a good contrast to the "scrawny bitch" as Helen had called the girl.
I let Bobby in, and he did seem impressed. He was in street clothes of course, but Helen had given him some silk boxers to bring along, and he changed quickly in the bathroom. When he came out I was propped up on my elbow on the bed and had opened the robe to show even more of my tits. I saw the boxers already starting to tent from his erection. I invited him to get on the bed with me, and I brought his hand up to stroke on my tits. Then I moved it down to stroke my pussy through the thin panties. I decided to test the waters, so to speak, by reaching in the boxers to jack his cock. It was rock hard as I expected, and I pulled down the shorts to get a better grip. It was eight inches and thick as Helen had said.
