My name is Mary and I am 36 years old. I'm 5'6", a slim but muscular 120 lbs. My breasts and ass are tight, my legs long and my hair long, dark and silky. I could have any man I wanted, given the chance.
I married young. Sure I loved Robert, but at age 18 how much can any girl actually know about love? Robert was 30 at the time, and already wealthy. I knew money would overcome any disadvantages in the arrangement and fell for him fast and hard.
Robert in turn got me as his trophy wife; I have always been good looking and take care of myself. I was a cheerleader and prom queen in high school. I had started modeling at 16, that ended when I married Robert, and frankly I didn't need to pursue that career. Robert's business took off and he was rich. I had anything I wanted.
Having a child at age 18 was a little unexpected. Mostly I worried about my looks and figure getting screwed up. I have perky breasts and tight thighs, and I most certainly didn't want that fucked up. But after little Jeffery came along I worked out and ate right, and barely three months later looked as good as ever.
The only real problem with the marriage has been how tight Robert is with who I see and what I do. I can see why, too. Here I am, 35 years old, with a husband nearing 50. It's nice being rich, but a woman has needs, you know? Robert keeps such a tight leash on me it is almost impossible for me to find a young man, with the time and location to have a little tete a tete. It's been very frustrating.
So this is how it began. Robert was gone to work for the day, and I was in the house at the beach with Jeffery. I had been outside on the balcony getting a little sun. Jeff's room is one floor down, with its own balcony. I was hot from the sun and a little sweaty, so I went inside and down to Jeff's room to see if he wanted to join me for a quick drive to the local shake stand.
Jeff wasn't in his room. I walked in and saw him sunning on the balcony. His body was lean and hard; he worked out, and all the girls at school liked him. I appreciated what they saw. In fact, I stood for a little while and enjoyed the sight of my son laying on the chaise lounge, his hands in his baggie swim suit, moving up and down.
I could see he was large and hard. I could feel my own arousal flushing through me. Embarrassed, I turned to go, but then stopped and turned back. What could it hurt to look? His muscles rippled under his flesh, and I could feel myself reacting to the sight. This was exactly what I had been looking for, the chance I had dreamed of. A mostly naked young man, right here, right in front of me.
Unsure whether I was flushed with embarrassment or lust, I stood and watched Jeff continue stroking himself. His baggies were pushed down and I could see his cock out and in his hand. He was larger than his father, and harder too. I hadn't seen a cock that hard... well, ever that I could remember. I wondered what I had been missing all these years. Having married so young, my experience was limited.
Without quite realizing what I was doing, my right hand slipped under my bikini top and felt the softness of my breast, imagining that it was Jeff feeling me. My nipple was rock hard under my hand; my top pushed down and left breast hung out over it as I played with myself.
Precum appeared at the end of Jeff's cock, and I saw him smear it around to lube his flesh. He wasn't my son at that point. He was just a young hard body stroking himself and making me shaky with desire. My left hand slipped into my bikini bottoms and found my clit. As I touched, I suppressed a gasp.
Just then Jeff came, lifting his hips slightly he moaned and jerked, white semen spurting over his stomach. How I wanted him just then, and my own fingering of my clit had increased speed as I stood looking out at him on the balcony, ejaculating. I imagined him inside me then, his cum spurting deep inside as I clutched him to me.
