Pam's SeductionChapter 1by Theresa
I don't know why my son Jason's friend Kevin gave me the shivers, perhaps it was the way he was always leering at me. At first I dismissed it as an adolescent awkward moment, and I had to admit, I was still attractive. It would go away in time. They'd been friends for three years, ever since we moved to the new house. At the time, Jason started his junior year in high school and met Jason the first day. They'd been inseparable ever since, and both chose to continue school after college at the local Junior College. Keven was older by a month, almost nineteen now. They hung out together, double dated together, they were more like brothers than friends. My husband and I knew Kevin's parents, not real well, but we were all on a first name basis.
Last Friday night, Keven spent the night at our house, a typical teen aged sleep over thing. Jason and Kevin went to a baseball game, the local minor league team had a shot at the playoffs and after the game, they came back here to crash. It was late by the time they got home, and caught me in my usual sleep wear, an extra large T-shirt and panties. I noticed Kevin staring at me as I walked through the family room to the kitchen to put my glass in the sink. His eyes seemed glued to my legs as I walked past him.
My husband must have noticed too, because once we were in bed he commented on it.
"Seems Kevin has a thing for you, Pam," he said when the lights were off.
"Kevin?" I asked, trying to pretend I hadn't noticed.
"He about lost it when you walked by him tonight, didn't you notice?"
"He's a boy, Frank, I don't notice boys," I replied, hoping my voice sounded sincere. "I only notice men, particularly my man," and with that, I curled up to my husband. I ran my hand along his bare chest, toying with his chest hairs, to see if he was interested tonight. He rolled over to me and kissed my neck softly, an indication he was interested and we began our usual foreplay. Our hands searched one another out, and stroked softly while our lips met in a kiss. But my mind didn't stop thinking about Kevin and that look. The more I thought about it, the wetter I became and I moaned as Frank found my breast with his lips. I could feel his hardness through his boxers as he suckled me, and fleeting images of Kevin flashed through my mind, his young strong hands caressing me, his hardness, quivering with young passion...
This had to stop. I rolled Frank over to his back and climbed on top of him, to distract my thoughts. He WAS a boy and I was a woman, a married woman and my son's best friend. Anything along those lines was so far out of bounds that to even consider it was too wicked for me to imagine. Now straddling Frank, I felt his hardness and devoted myself to pleasing him.
I kissed my way down his chest as he stroked my hair and managed to work the elastic waistband of his shorts down a bit. With a heave of his hips, he assisted me, and I managed to get them down below his knees and felt him kick them off the rest of the way. That settled, I could feel the heat from his hardness pressing my cleft and I rocked against it. His hands clenched my ass, and he rocked himself against my panty-clad wetness as well. Damn, I was excited.
We continued to kiss and I felt Frank's hands slide up inside of my back holding me to him. My panties rode up and I could feel his cock rubbing my lips on either side of the cotton panel, time to lose them. I rolled off Frank momentarily, and slid them off, kicking them free and he followed, sliding his body between my legs. His teeth found my erect nipples and he bit them lightly, knowing the pain would enhance my pleasure.
"Close your eyes," he commanded.
I did so. "Imagine Kevin between your legs, his cock raging, about to lose his virginity."
"Frank!!" I said a bit too loudly. Jason and Kevin were only across the hall and to this point we'd been very quiet. I'd die to think that they could hear us making love.
"Just go with it, Pam," he said and I could hear the excitement in his voice with his words.
"Frank, honey, I couldn't do that, I ..."
"Imagine his hands exploring you," he continued, his hands cupping my breasts. The thought was centered now and I couldn't avoid it. "Imagine his hot breath on your neck, panting with desire."
This was too much as I felt a new wave of passion flow through me. I'm sure my shudder gave me away because Frank continued.
"Imagine his cock nestled between your lips, ready to slide into you," and as he spoke, Frank slid his hips forward and matched his words. My insides ached for Frank, ached for Kevin ...
Kevin?
Yes, I had to admit, I wanted him. This was purely fantasy, and what was wrong with that, I argued with myself. I saw his beardless face before me, his eyes boring into mine as he perched himself at my woman-ness. I could feel his cock twitching, aching to take me and the excitement of the moment overcame what little bit of propriety was left in me and bucked my hips up to Kevin's waiting cock.
No, wait, it was Frank's and I felt his familiar cock slide about half way into me. The bulbous head seemed to rake against my g-spot as he penetrated me and I felt the first wave of orgasm crest.
"Frank," I moaned, pulling him deeper. Waves of pleasure shook me and I lost myself in pleasure as his cock found it's home. His hot breath on my neck, his weight against my chest, his clenching buttocks in my hands all stimulated me further and I wrapped my legs around him and came.
God... it seemed as if my world came apart as I let myself explore this fantasy that brewed beneath my consciousness. I pictured Kevin's youthful hard body against mine, his wonderment at his sensations, his first time with a woman. This was a gift I was giving him, no, that wasn't true, it was his gift to me and I came again, another climax right on top of the first.
Frank's sudden pounding brought me back and I felt him lose control. His strokes became shorter, harder, more urgent as he approached his own ecstasy. I relaxed a bit, loosened my grip on him as he bore in deeply a final time. His breath was hot in my ear, gasps of breath as he lost control. I felt him shudder, trying to hold back, and rocked my hips to push him over the edge. With a grunt he exploded in me and I felt myself release with him as well.
About five minutes passed before Frank spoke again, his cock softening and finally sliding with an inaudible plop from my sticky moistness.
"So, how was Kevin?" he asked.
"Dammit Frank, don't even joke about that. He's a boy." I tried to sound serious but Frank wasn't buying it.
"Babe, you haven't been that excited in a long time. It's a fantasy, go with it."
"Well, geez ..." I managed to stammer, but Frank noticed it too. Kind of hard to miss really, I thought.
"I love you, hon, only you," I tried on another tack.
"I know, but wasn't that exciting?"
I had to admit to myself that it was, but I didn't want him to think so. "In a way, I suppose it was, but Frank, he's a boy."
"He's a man, with a man's need. He's nineteen which is plenty old enough. I saw that look in his eyes. He wants you."
I couldn't figure out if Frank was serious in the dark, and I lay silently for a moment, trying to sort all this out. Frank continued.
"I still look at you that way myself you know. You just don't notice it. You've still got what it takes, Babe." He rolled over to his side and faced me in the darkness. His hands cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I felt a large glop of semen roll out from my soaked pussy as I contracted once more.
"Thank you," I managed to reply. I guess he was complimenting me, but I still wasn't sure where he was going with this. I stroked his face and felt him sigh with that certain finality as he drifted off to sleep. A final kiss goodnight and he was gone.
I lay in the darkness though, and tried to muddle through this. What had possessed Frank to bring this up in our bed? Apparently he was as turned on by this as I was, normally he took much longer to climax. He encouraged me in this, coaxed me, he kept bringing it up. Did he want me to seduce Kevin? Did the idea of me with a younger man excite him too? God, what if he wanted that? What if he was encouraging me? Damn the darkness, I couldn't read his eyes, and now I don't know if he was serious. He couldn't have been serious.
Could he? What if ...
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