My son had turned eighteen at the beginning of the week, but had decided to delay any celebration until Friday when we could host a sleepover. The plan was for him to hang out with friends in the afternoon and finish off the day with a sleepover at our house.
Friday night, the boys were playing video games and listening to music in my son’s room while I figured out where they would be sleeping. More boys than expected had shown up, which meant that not all of them would fit in my son’s room and the living room, and at least one of them was going to have to sleep on my bedroom floor.
Jordan, who I already knew from previous visits, was the boy who volunteered, and it didn’t surprise me one bit. What he and the other boys didn’t know was that besides noticing their wandering eyes, I had overheard them talking about me sexually in the past. They had described me as a MILF and PAWG, among other things, seemingly to tease my son. In fact, if it hadn't been for the loud music, I was sure I would’ve been able to hear some comments about me.
The reality was that I couldn’t blame any hormone-driven teenager for seeing me as a walking masturbatory aide. I took care of myself by working out four times a week, which sculpted my physique to resemble that of a porn star’s – a body built for sex.
I placed a couple of blankets and a pillow on the floor, forming a makeshift bed for Jordan to the right side of my bed.
Shortly after the music stopped and the boys were ready to sleep, Jordan knocked on my door.
“Come in,” I said, from underneath the covers.
He walked in, closing the door behind him, “Sorry to bother you.”
“As long as you don’t keep me up all night,” I joked, which wasn’t uncommon for me to do with the boys.
“I won’t, I promise,” he smiled and settled on the floor before I turned off the nightstand lamp.
In the middle of the night, I awoke to movement down to my right. I didn’t make much of it until I saw a bright flash through my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw Jordan holding his phone, looking at was an indistinguishable picture from my position. I figured he had pressed the wrong button and closed my eyes.
A few seconds later, the room lit up with his phone flashlight, and this time I could clearly see what he was doing. He was taking pictures of his penis, presumably sexting, or creating content for a future sexting session.
From my view, I could only see the head of his penis, a mushroom-shaped tip. I didn’t want to say anything and make it an uncomfortable and embarrassing moment for the two of us, so I decided to keep observing quietly.
I moved slightly to the right so that the bed wasn’t blocking my view and that’s when I laid my eyes upon his monstrosity. The length of it dwarfed his phone, which he had to hold closer to his face in order to get his penis entirely in the frame. The picture flashes illuminated his veiny shaft and left no doubt that it was longer and thicker than any penis I’d ever seen in person.
He’s fucking hung, I marveled.
After he was done with his phone, he put it down, leaving me unable to see what he was doing.
This was a matter of conflicting moralities for me. One side of me was appalled by his audacity to do such a thing with his friend’s mom mere feet away while the other side was turned on by the wickedness of it all.
I couldn’t just go back to sleep. I had many thoughts swirling in my head, but they were all betrayed by how quickly my body had become aroused. It was hypocritical to try playing the responsible mother when there was a wanton mess between my legs.
You’re lusting after your son’s friend, I reprimanded myself, feeling my soaked thong clinging to my lady bits.
A couple of minutes passed by and in the darkness of the room, I couldn’t quite make out where he was until I felt his weight creeping under the covers.
What the fuck is he doing? I asked myself.
The last thing I wanted was to confront him and wake up the rest of the boys, so I let him proceed while I pretended to be asleep. I was curious to see what his plan was, and I was too aroused to cut it short. He positioned himself behind me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
He carefully removed the covers and pulled up my silk robe, pressing his throbbing cock against my ass. He grabbed a handful of my left ass cheek and spread it, wedging his hard shaft between my soft, warm cheeks. Encouraged by the hotness emanating from my forbidden entrance, he pulled my thong aside, exposing my wickedness. He didn’t know that I often masturbated to fantasies of fucking my son’s friends, but he had confirmation that my body was accepting of his intrusion.
I figured he would just fondle me and masturbate, but he had other ideas when he whispered into my ear, “I know you’re awake.”
My marriage had severely lacked sexual satisfaction and post-divorce I’d only had uneventful one-night stands through dating apps. My weak flesh couldn’t reject his advances, but it wasn’t like I was brazen enough to do or say anything. My body yearned for this. I was my own worst enemy.
He turned me on my stomach, putting me in a prone position then mounted me with his left arm around my abdomen and his right arm around my neck.
“But since you’re pretending to be asleep, I’ll tell you a little secret,” he continued.
He pressed his hips downward, spreading my labia with his tip but not penetrating me.
“I was sexting your son’s crush,” he revealed.
Hearing that caused my dwelling depravity to awaken. I knew it was immoral, but it ignited my lust into an inextinguishable fire.
“You’re such a naughty boy,” I said, breaking my silence.
“She loves my big dick but she’s afraid to take it,” he added.
While I found his revelation incredibly hot, it was equally immoral. I couldn't be a hypocrite, not when I had wicked fantasies of my own.
“I can take it with one condition,” I said, feeling his tip stretching my opening.
“What’s that?” he asked.
Even though I was committing a taboo act, I still had a semblance of being a good mother. I loved my son and would never allow anyone to hurt him in any way.
“That you leave my son and his crush out of this,” I pleaded.
His response was to hold my flesh tighter, lightly choking me with his right arm, and pushing himself inside. Inch by inch my pussy accommodated his thickness, stretching like I was a virgin and not a woman who had given birth.
He began pummeling me, with the ass cheeks he had salivated over many times providing a cushion for his thrusting. It was a position I had seen in porn videos, but one I’d never experienced before because my ex-husband and former partners would’ve had trouble penetrating me from such an angle.