One of my son’s friends came over yesterday to play a little basketball. He comes over often, what with the divorce his parents are going through and all, guess I cant say I blame him.
My husband passed away years ago when my son was much younger. Oh I’ve dated a few times, but nothing promising. Not that I am not an attractive woman, I am fairly trim and fit, for a woman my age that is. I am 5′2″, nice long legs, and a sweet little bubble butt, and a nice big set of breast. I get the looks, but they don’t seem to be from the men I am “suppose” to date. I mean .. every dog should have a few feas, thats southern darling for … no one is perfect.
I hear my son’s friends make comments a lot about what a “Hot” mom I am. I cant lie .. it leaves me feeling good about myself, and a little hot thinking about some of them boys. When I am alone on nights, I fantasize about taking one of those hard young men, and teaching him just how to please a woman.. the right way.
While the boys were outside shooting a few hoops. I was wearing this white t-shirt, and these short, shorts, and decided while he was over with my son, I would wash my car. I know what a tease to that virgin cock of his.
“Man, your mom just came out.” Tommie said.
“So,” Jason said. “Dude, stop looking at my Mom,” He grumbled.
But Tommie couldn’t help himself. Jason threw the ball, making a basket, which gave Tommie possession of it. Taking his time, he bent down to tie his shoe. Or rather taking the opportunity to glance over in my direction. He watched as I strained to wash the windshield. My breast rubbing the soap over the glass, making my T-shirt wet and transparent. By now he could plainly see my nipples through the material. Poking out an inch or so. Tommie guessed the water was pretty cold. But felt his cock hardening, he knew if he stood up now, Jason would see the huge boner he was sporting.
“Man, whats the hold up ?” Jason called out.
“Cramp,” was all Tommie could think to respond with.
“Oh .. ‘k. I’ll be right back. Gonna get something to drink. Want a Pepsi ?” he asked Tommie.
“Sure man,” Tommie said. Jason walked inside the house, leaving Tommie alone.
Now I was bending over in my short shorts, just enough so Tommie could see my ass cheeks hanging out, and he could even see some glimpse of the hair lining my pussy. Purposely bending over, hoping my ass was plainly visible. My shorts were so short, that wearing any panties under them, was impossible. Laughing now, as I noticed my breast showing in this very, very wet t-shirt, I wanted to torture him a bit more. So I walked over to Tommie, standing infront of him now, my crotch now about eye level with the poor boy, who was still sitting on the pavement. And I bent down.
“Heard you say you had a cramp baby, where is it ?” I asked, motherly.
“It’s ok. It’s gone,” he stammered.
Now the brown peaks of my nips were straining to escape the tight shirt I was wearing. And I could tell Tommie was struggling not to look. My pussy was swollen and wet. I couldn’t believe how horny it had made me, teasing his young hard cock. All I could think about now, was getting back into the house, into my bedroom, and fingering my pussy until I came. Just in time to save his friend, Jason came back out of the house. Tommie jumped up and ran over to grab his drink from Jason. I went on back inside the house, and left them alone. I ran into my bedroom, quickly undressing from waist down. Omg, running my fingers over my plump, lightly furred lips, parting them. My dark pink flesh glistened with drops of my milky pussy nectar.
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