This story is written on behalf of my friend Doris who wants to explore and enjoy one of her fantasies. I would appreciate your feedback so I can improve for the next chapter.
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Well over the next two months my itch got worse, as I teased my youngest son's friend Toby even more, and Toby seemed to respond by letching at me even more without a trace of shyness or shame for that matter.
I would start teasing him as soon as I came through the front door and started to take off my coat. I would appear to struggle with getting my arms out of the sleeves and this would cause my 44DD breasts to bounce and quiver under the tight white material of my nurse's uniform. Toby's eyes would be fixated on me as he sat at the table across from my son, Mike, doing their homework together.
"Hi guys, how has your day been?" I asked the pair of them after stretching up to hang my coat up and give Toby a flash of my nylon clad thighs in the process.
"School was okay mum," Mike replied without turning to look at me.
"Getting better all the time Mrs B," Toby responded with his wicked & cheeky Artful Dodger smile spread wide across his face.
You could not but like the cheeky little shit, so I decided to tease him some more.
Standing behind Mike, and looking directly at Toby I undid the top button of my uniform before leaning over Mike's shoulder asking, "How's the maths homework going?"
"Fine mum, thanks," Mike answered as I raised my eyes to look directly at Toby across the table who was staring directly at my huge cleavage showing through the V of my uniform. His eyes were wide like saucers as he feasted on the white creamy flesh staring him straight in the eye.
"Do you enjoy maths Toby?" I asked him with a huge grin on my face.
Quick as a flash he responded "I lovvvveee geometry Mrs B, I especially like curves, radii, and circular forms."
Gosh, this boy was quick and full of confidence in our repartee; the cheeky little shit.
Toby didn't follow me upstairs as I expected him to do this evening, thus spoiling my chance to tease him further.
Other evenings Toby did follow me upstairs pretending to be going to the bathroom while I headed to my room to get changed. I would leave the door ajar and tease him in different ways each evening. Sometimes I would run my hand down over my ass and ease the hem of my skirt up, other times I would rub my thighs with my hand heading up under the hem towards beaver country. Another variation was to massage my own shoulder before running my hands down the slope of my upper breasts before circling my hardening nipples through my white nurses uniform. I would rub my huge breast through the material, making creamy flesh stretch the material, tighten against the remaining buttons & surge out of the V of my unbutton top section. I think this would have been the most satisfying of my teases for Toby to watch.After teasing him for a few minutes I would always walk out of sight towards the ensuite without showing Toby much flesh, but always doing enough to give the kid an adolescent hard on.
Some evenings I wouldn't enter the ensuite, rather waiting until I heard the bathroom door close, and then I would sneak into the hall to listen through the bathroom door.
Initially I reckoned that Toby would sit in there waiting for his hard on to subside before going back downstairs to join Mike who was cooking dinner.
Some evenings the teasing made me so horny I used to play with myself in the shower before dinner. Sometimes I would stand for ages under the hot water imagining that it was Toby's hands that were massaging my huge orbs with soap covered hands. Was the lack of regular sex with my husband Ian really making me desire Toby, my son's best friend? The mini orgasm I shuddered through in the shower seemed to say the answer was yes.
Other evenings my pussy would get moist as the three of us ate dinner together and I would have to accept delayed gratification by waiting until my boys were in bed and I could head to my den to urgently ease the itch by bringing myself off quickly with my fingers as I imagined young Toby fingering my pussy under the dining table as we all ate dinner one evening. With such wicked and taboo thoughts such as that, one orgasm just wasn't enough.
One evening I downloaded a movie showing a nurse in a white uniform giving a young patient a blowjob in the bathroom; well my fingers were buried in my gash in an instant. I didn't even bother to take off my shorts & panties; I just tore open the waist band and thrust my fingers straight down my panties heading straight for beaver country. I thrust two fingers deep into my juicy gash while my thumb tormented my clit. My free hand was semi clenched in front of my mouth, imagining it wrapped around Toby's young hard cock as my lips twitched in an O imagining them clamped over Toby's swollen glands as I suck his hardness in my mouth for the first time. Three orgasms later I was gagging for the boy, if he had been sleeping over that night I would have taken him there and then in his bed.
These thoughts of young Toby were becoming more regular and more demanding. I wanted him, but that was taboo. But I had an itch I needed to scratch.
From then on I just couldn't resist stepping up the teasing another notch. At dinner I would run my foot up the inside of Toby's legs until I could just reach the inside of his thighs before I would start running my foot up and down his leg until I saw him blush. I gauged that he was starting to get a hard on under the table as it took him a long time to leave the table after dinner as he waited for his hard on to die down. Other evenings I teased him even more by showing more flesh as I did a slow strip before heading into the ensuite. By now I was sure that Toby would be struggling to contain himself in the bathroom, his level of desire & longing must have risen (like his prick!); and one evening I could not contain my itch any longer. My fingers just weren't doing it for me any longer, I needed Toby, which I knew was wrong and against our faith. But our faith & my husband just weren't giving me the satisfaction my mind and body craved.
It was a Wednesday night and I was about to cross the boundaries of Christian decency, but I craved what my husband won't give me. I knew it was wrong but I was too far gone in my desire & lust to play by society's rules tonight. I need a stiff one, and by that I don't mean booze; I mean, crave, and need a hot rigid, throbbing cock on which to feast my eyes and hopefully my tongue.
As I came through the front door I was determined to make this a night that neither of us would forget and one that Mike would not notice. I made a great show to Toby of my thrusting breasts in my tight uniform as I struggled more than usual to get out of my coat. Toby's eyes grew large as he realised that this was a very special show for his benefit.
