It was about 8 am Saturday morning. I felt a hand on my breast. Still in a dreamy state, my mind was on the last time that I had made love to my son, Jim. I began to get aroused, lightly moaning in my half conscious state of mind. I could feel his hand as it lightly stroked my nipple. Mmmmm I moaned, slowly awakening. I almost called his name before I realized that it was my husband's hand stroking me. I was startled and opened my eyes wide.
Bob said, "I am sorry, honey. I woke up horny this morning and I thought that we could make love before I leave to play golf." I was disappointed but I smiled at him, like a good wife should and put his hand back on my breast. Bob quickly removed the covers and began caressing my breasts then moved his hand to my wetness. He said, "Baby, you are already wet." He then moved between my legs and put his small cock against my wet pussy. Without hesitation, he rammed it into me easily. He immediately started sliding in and out. I wrapped my legs around his back, trying to pull him deeper, but he was as deep as his small penis would allow. I moaned convincingly while telling him how good he was. As small as it was, his cock was beginning to feel good. Suddenly, without warning, his penis began shooting his load into me. "Oh God, not yet!" I thought.
Bob quickly pulled out. My nerves were still alive, craving satisfaction. He quickly got up saying, "Got to hurry, honey. Have a tee time at 9 am. The guys will be pissed if I am late." As he hurriedly, cleaned himself and got his golf togs on, I lay there disappointed and lonely. He came over and kissed me on the cheek saying, "See you later, Baby. I will have lunch and some drinks with the boys at the club."
After he left, I lay there aching to be fucked hard. I rubbed myself trying hard to get myself off. It wasn't enough. I needed a big hard cock inside my wet pussy.
Finally, I got up, went into the bathroom, showered and cleaned his sperm from my pussy. I let the pulsating stream of water from the shower massage run against my clit. Mmmmmm that felt good, but it wasn't a cock. I got out of the shower and dried off, putting my terry cloth robe on my aroused body. Maybe a cup of hot coffee will calm me down, I thought.
I started down the hall down the kitchen. As I passed by Jim's bedroom, I noticed that the door was cracked. I couldn't resist the temptation to peek in. I saw him lying there, still sleeping on his back. Looking closer, I noticed the big tent in his cover. "Hmmm, what is he dreaming about?" I wondered. The thoughts of that big hard cock made tingles go through my body, starting at my starving pussy and radiating to my breasts. My nipples hardened and I felt a warm ache in my tummy.
Slipping slowly into his room, I slid under the covers beside him. He stirred, but didn't wake up. I lay there looking at his handsome face so calm and peaceful. His beautiful brown hair was ruffled. I gently began smoothing his hair, running my fingers lovingly through it as I had done when he was a child. I stroked his forehead and his cheek carefully. I didn't want to disturb him, but I needed him so badly.
