Shagged my son's friend
I f***** my sons 14 year old mate! My son had gone of fishing with his dad and I was gonna have a nice lazy day: washing my hair, watch TV and m********* - those sort of good things. I was laying totally naked on my bed with a d**** in my p**** and one up my a*** and having a great time when I heard a voice downstairs and I realized it was one of my son's friends Paul. I put on a cheeky little housecoat, which was very short, very revealing, had no button it just tied and it tended to come open when I moved about and went down to greet Paul. He said hello, I said hello and I could see he was looking at my legs. We sat down on the sofa and I sat very close to him and sure enough after a while and a bit of moving about the top of my housecoat had come open and I could see Paul staring at my t***. I asked him if he liked the view and the poor thing could barely talk, he just managed to say yes but was sorry for looking at them. I laughed and told him he had no need to be sorry and with that I stood up and took my housecoat off and stood naked in front of Paul. I knelt down in front of him and took his trousers and pants down and started to suck his c*** and in probably less than 30 seconds I felt a hot burst of c** in my mouth - delicious. Without swallowing it I started to snog with Paul and low and behold after a few minutes of this and him sucking my nipples I could feel him getting hard again - what joy. I sucked his c*** again and told him to lick my p**** and once I was seriously wet I sat astride him so that his c*** slid right in to me. His second o***** took a bit longer and when he had shot his load into my p**** I immediately started sucking his c*** again. Men are so sensitive after they have c** that if you start serious sucking immediately post-o***** the pleasure will almost hurt. Eventually after a couple of hours poor young Paul was spent and I had to let him go. I went upstairs to lay naked on my bed and do you know what the window cleaner had picked that afternoon to clean my windows. I just laid there while he looked at me and when he knocked for payment I invited him in and paid him not with money but with a b******* and you know he didn't take that long to c** either. Gosh I suppose that makes me a prostitute. What a golden day, I even shagged my husband when they got back that evening, I wanted to do my son but though better of it. Next time I saw Paul and was able to talk to him he told me that his c*** was sore for a couple of days. I laughed and told him that they were going fishing next wednesday and would he like ne to make his c*** sore again and he said YES.