It had been a very long week. I had been at work from 7am till 11pm doing the paperwork for an audit at the restaurant. I was only employed as a waitress but being an accountant before my prison sentence, the manager knew I was an asset when it suited him. It also suited him to pay me minimum wage knowing I had no chance of getting another job after being arrested for fraud. I took a physical strain because I had no choice. I lived with my 18 year old son in a small 2 bedroom terraced house. He was good to me, having a job to support us both and always studying hard when he was at school. He worked in a bank which always made me laugh as I used to work in finance before my arrest. I was arrested when Nathan was fairly young and my sister raised him. I had only really known him these last two years outside of prison.
I got home on Sunday evening ready to unwind with a little TV and wine. I unlocked the door and dropped my purse on the kitchen table grabbing a bottle of white wine on the way. I didn’t bother changing out on my work clothes. Instead I took off my shoes and made my way to the living room sofa. Nathan was sitting there with his feet up and a film was on the screen. I was looking forward to an easy chill by myself but I had my bottle of white and a glass to drink with. I sat myself down on our one little two seater sofa. I noticed a few empty beer cans next to Nathan. He was like me in the fact he hardly ever drank. He was probably pissed as a fart which I did think was funny. He said hello to me and we chatted about our day. I made quick work of the first bottle of wine and it was about half way through the film when I got up to see what else we had in the fridge. It was at that point I knew I was drunk. I just about managed to get to the kitchen and back without falling over. I sat back on the sofa with my new bottle of white wine. Nathan had his arm out and as I sat down his hand rested on my arm while his free hand held what looked like his fifth beer. His hand felt warm and they lightly brushed my arm over my shirt. I hadn’t really thought about it but I was still in my work clothes, a cheap white polyester shirt and black skirt. His touch felt funny on my sleeve.
The movie went on and so did the drink. I was resting my head now against his shoulder and my arm on his leg, I hadn’t noticed before but he was wearing shorts. His hand was lightly tracing up and down my arm and I drifted into the film. The scene changed and the lead character who was meant to be a mother in her 40’s was starting to get hot and heavy with this guy on screen. The guy was undressing her and now she was undressing him. I felt Nathan’s hand stop moving on my arm. The woman on screen was now naked and was going through the simulated motion of giving him oral sex. I felt Nathan’s hand squeeze my arm a little as his breathing got a little heavier. I looked down towards his crotch and saw Nathan was getting a little excited. I rolled my head up towards him and told him that women in real life didn’t look like that at all because real passion was messy.
His eyes were still fixed on the screen but I felt his hand grip a little tighter as it went up and down my arm. I let my head sink a little deeper into him as the scene on the TV played out. I must have been more drunk than I realised because I started to feel a tingle on my breast over my nipple. I looked down and saw that Nathan’s hand wasn’t on my arm anymore but his fingers were lightly caressing my breast over my shirt and bra which is why I could feel my nipple tingle. I looked at the TV and the female actor was starting to moan which is when I noticed Nathan was fully erect under his shorts. His penis looked thick and hard while it strained under his shorts. I arched my back straighter which pushed my breasts into his hand a little.
I had a small slim build with D cup breasts. It meant that they were always just more than a handful when a guy would grope me. Nathan’s hand was no different, he held my breast lightly for a moment and then moved his arm around me so his hand could touch my other breast. He started squeezing that one a bit harder and something in that moment made me feel a tingle between my legs. I was getting wet. I moved my hand from his leg and tugged down on his waist band releasing his erection from it’s cage. My head slumped further down his body now and as my tits were being groped over my shirt I was staring at a cock inches from my face. I felt a hand on the back of my head and with little persuasion I put the cock in my mouth.
My tongue was the first part of me to touch it. I then took the base of it in my hand so that I could angle it towards my mouth. I took in about half its length first then back out. I then let the air hit it for a moment and took it in again further.I slid one hand down his length, all the way to the root. I felt the stubble of his pubic hair against my palm, while my mouth registered the tautness of the skin on his dick as the ring made by my fingers pulled it tight. I concentrated on sucking him, moving my mouth up and down. Occasionally I’d use my tongue, eliciting gasps of pleasure, but mainly I was sucking. Varying the intensity a little but keeping up that pressure. Like a vacuum, wanting to hoover the cum right out of his cock.
My other hand slid down, rubbing and teasing his balls. I felt the weight of them, the tickling of their short hairs against my fingers. I massaged first one, then the other, then cupped them both in my hand.
I felt his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair. I was still sucking, sucking. He was gasping and moaning now, his hips bucking up towards me. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing around him as I made rapid little movements up and down with that mouth of mine, my hand gripping the shaft tightly as I jerked it.
“Oh fuck,” he said. “Oh yes!”
He surged up, his buttocks actually leaving the surface of the sofa, trying to force his cock as far into my mouth as he possibly could. His dick swelled and then it was pulsing, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, gooey cum into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed frantically.
I let his cock soften and fall out of my mouth. It was soaked from the blowjob. His hand moved away from my breast and I now felt him sort of lay there spent and exhausted.
I wiped my mouth with my arm and started to get up. Nathan got up as well and helped me to my feet. The room was still spinning and he got me up to my room. I fell back on to my bed with a bit of a thud. My eyes closed and then a flash of white came all at once. I opened my eyes and saw Nathan over me starting to undo my shirt.
“No Nathan, what are you doing?” I asked.
“Well you can’t sleep in those clothes, I’m going to put your pyjamas on you” He said.
“No Nathan, you can’t see me like that. I’m not like the girls you have been with. Age changes a woman’s body” I protested.
“It’s fine,” He said and carried on.
He had my shirt off and then sat me up. I was in my white bra which was holding my D cups up. I felt my straps being slid off down my arm and then the release of pressure as Nathan took off my bra clasp. My bra was off and Nathan was standing over me looking at my sagging breasts on a middle aged woman. My nipples were small and hard and my hair didn’t come down far enough to cover them from him. I sat in black skirt topless at face height once again at Nathan’s crotch which had that distinctive bulge of his excitement.
“Nathan, it’s been a while since I was with an 18 year old. I forgot how quick you younger guys get hard after cumming” I said.
I leant back on the bed to stop my head spinning from the alcohol. I rested back on my elbows and closed my eyes. When I opened them Nathan was standing at the foot of the bed. My legs were hanging off the end of the bed and parted slightly with Nathan between them.
Nathan started to take off his shorts and released his thick member. He started to crawl up on the bed moving my legs apart and over his shoulders. I felt my underwear being taken off and pulled off my legs. The smell of sex was strong and now Nathan was leaning over me while I was on my back with my legs over my head.
I both felt and heard Nathan enter me. The walls of my pussy pushed apart by his thickness. I was so wet I could hear the juices from my pussy squelching as he pushed into me.
Nathan started to rhythmically fuck me fairly hard. I could feel my breasts bouncing now and the pounding just did not relent. I could see my black knickers hanging off my ankles. He was folding me in half and my ankles were right by my face. while being fucked I remember thinking how I could see the wet patch on my knickers. I felt like I was also 18 and a slut on a one night stand.
Pleasure rushed toward my pussy. I could swear he was getting longer. Shit, he was pushing. I was holding back a moan because I didn’t want him to think I could be made to cum so easily, but the fact was my pussy was raging and I couldn’t hold it any more. I was coming so hard it felt like I was going gush. I felt so small underneath him I knew what was coming next, and I wanted it.
He started slamming his cock to the hilt over and over in my pussy. My body jiggled as his hips slapped against me in a frenzy.
“I’m cumming! Oh fuck yes!” I screamed wildly, my pussy gripped him tightly as my creamy cum coated his cock completely.
I felt his cock swell inside me, then release. His cum shot deep into my body; I could feel each spurt shoot against my inner walls. The first was the most intense, but the subsequent spurts added to the load that he was leaving inside me. I could feel the warmth spread, the raw eroticism of which triggered my own orgasm.
I lost myself, forgetting everything except for the feeling of our two bodies and the climax that overwhelmed me. I could feel my pussy contract around his cock, as though it was trying to make sure that I received every drop he could offer to me, and I could see the look of horror mixed with a look of lust.
He collapsed onto me, and we laid together for several long moments. I could feel his cock start to soften inside me, but I didn’t care. I could feel his heartbeat against my tingling skin, and hear his breath start to slow. Everything was right with the world. Everything was beautiful and perfect, and I bathed in the glow that we shared. Things at home would never be the same again. I gave him a quick kiss and I felt him leave me.
I didn’t know if Nathan left but I slipped into a nice sleep and I don’t think I woke up till about midday. I had never experienced a bad hangover before and this was no exception. What wasn’t usual though was the pain in my legs and back. It came back to me, everything that caused my pain. I just didn’t know if it was a dream. It felt real on my body but I was sure I did not give my son a blow job or let him see me topless and fuck me.
I got up and showered, dressed and headed down stairs for breakfast. I flicked on the kettle and started making some toast. It was a winter morning and I could feel a chill as if the heating hadn’t been on in some time. I made my tea and took my toast into the living room and sat on the sofa. I felt a twitch between my legs. I hadn’t had sex in a long while and I was really feeling it now. I didn’t want it to be the last.