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Where do I begin? My name is Jessica and I'm a happily married 38 year-old mother of one. My 42 year-old husband, Trevor, and I have been married for 19 years. We were high school sweethearts and our marriage has been one of the rare high school relationships that has gone against the odds and worked out. We had our son, Dylan, after just a year of being married and he has turned into a great young man who just graduated high school.
Trevor and I both have careers with good stability and good salaries. We were even able to finish our basement a few years ago for Dylan to move into so he could have a little privacy. When he's down there watching loud movies at night and Trevor and I are in bed, we can't hear a thing. We're comfortable with where we are in our lives and are a pretty typical family.
Trevor and I have a decent (though, not very exciting) sex life with regular sex 1-2 times per week on average. He's 42, but I give him credit for staying in shape. He's 6'0" and about 190 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes. 20 years ago, he was stunning. For being 42 now, he looks pretty good for his age. I also try to stay in shape, though, I admittedly don't try as hard as he does. Still, I look pretty decent for almost being 40. I'm 5'5" and 160 pounds with dark brown hair and green eyes. I'm a little thicker than I'd like, but I try not to be too hard on myself. I do have the curves that other women envy and men adore, though. My bra size is 38DD (depending on the brand) and my dress size is between 10 & 12. Gravity hasn't hit me too hard yet, so my breasts and ass are still firm. I definitely don't look forward to that changing.
Lately, I've been finding that my libido is in overdrive. I'm not sure why, but sex is all I've been thinking about for the last month or so. Before, our 1-2 nights of sex per week was enough to keep me satisfied. Trevor and I talked about my increased libido and he said he'd be up for trying to have intimate time more frequently. But over the last month, it hasn't happened. I can't really blame him. His job is stressful and often keeps him at the office until pretty late. By the time he gets home, he's exhausted. So I find myself whipping out my trusty vibrator more regularly than ever before.
Fast forward a few weeks and on this particular Friday night, I was at the office late and Trevor was already in bed sleeping by the time I got home at about 10:00 PM. We haven't had sex or done anything sexual beyond a quick morning peck on the lips on our ways to work for over three weeks at this point. As it happens sometimes, life got in the way of us being together. I also haven't had many opportunities to self-remedy the problem during this time, so I'm especially horny. I go upstairs and change out of my work clothes into some running shorts and my favorite loose t-shirt. I take no time to remove my bra because as any woman will tell you, there's no better feeling than ripping that bra off at the end of a long day. It's time to relax and not care about appearance. I want to fast track lying around, so I don't take the time to remove my makeup yet. I only have some mascara, eyebrow definer, and lip gloss on anyway.
I make my way downstairs to prepare myself a drink and read a book before inevitably passing out. When I make it to the kitchen, I decide to check on Dylan because life not only got in the way of me and Trevor being together, but it also got in the way of being as attentive of a mom as I'd like to be over the past few weeks. I feel like attention to Dylan sometimes gets forgotten by me and Trevor as he and I stay busy with work. Since Dylan recently graduated high school, this is an important time in his life and I want to make sure he's handling it okay.
I put my ear to the closed basement door to hear if he's up and making any noise. I don't hear anything, so I knock twice and call out to let him know it's me. Nothing. I repeat one more time before walking away. This time, I hear him reply. "Hang on, just a second." I stand here waiting for about 10 seconds, then get the okay to open the door and head down the stairs. Honestly, I'm jealous of this kid's setup sometimes and wish I could have the basement to myself on occasion. It's a great bachelor pad with with a twin bed, our old sectional couch, a big screen TV with all of the current video game systems (I don't know what any of them are called), a half bathroom, and makeshift home gym.
The gym has seen a lot of use over the years since it all used to be Trevor's before he passed it down to Dylan. The two of them still work out together sometimes for those bonding moments. Dylan isn't athletic or overly muscular, though. He's looks like your average 18 year-old about to embark on his college days. He's probably about 5'10" and 160 or 170 pounds with dirty blonde hair and his mother's green eyes. But his face reminds me a lot of his father's from 20 years ago. He's a very handsome young man who apparently doesn't know how to charm the ladies yet because he's only ever brought one girlfriend, Lisa, over and that lasted just about a month during his senior year.
But there he is on the couch with a pillow on his lap watching an 80s comedy movie. He must have fallen asleep and that's why it took him a while to give me the go-ahead to come down. And now he has the pillow on his lap instead of under his head to pretend like he didn't fall asleep. He always argues that he hasn't fallen asleep when he has, like I can't tell. I have no idea why he does that.
So I ask if I can come sit down on the couch with him for a few minutes before going back up for some personal down time and he nods upward to signal his approval.
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This section is from the perspective of Dylan, Jessica's son.
I'm supposed to be starting college later this year and have no idea what I want to do with my life. I just graduated high school and am supposed to be making major life choices, but I have nothing else on my mind besides sex. Even though I just jerked off in the shower 10 minutes ago, I feel like I'll be ready to do it again in a few minutes. Even at 9:45 at night, my mind never stops thinking about it. It actually seems to get worse the later it gets.
Being with Lisa this year was great, but to never get past kissing and have sex sucks. I'll be the only one in my group of friends going to college as a virgin. So embarrassing.
At least I have porn to hold me over until college. As I push play on this old DVD, I can only imagine how good it feels to be doing everything they're doing on the screen. Just to feel a girl's nipple or bare ass would probably make me explode everywhere. How do these guys hold off from cumming for so long? And how much does it suck for these hot girls to have to do scenes with ugly guys all the time?
I think I'm a good looking guy. I'm 5'11" (I tell people 6'0"), 175 pounds, in good shape, and have an 8" dick. It's not huge like the guys in porn, but I think I'm doing okay. What is wrong with me, though? Why can't I get a girl? I'm nice, too. I must be doing something wrong. Even my ugly-ass friend, Ben, has had sex with a few girls. How?!
And how did Ben come from someone as hot as his mom? She's the definition of a MILF. She's in her mid-40s, has big tits, a thick ass, and always wears tight shirts that show her cleavage. God damn, I love big tits and thick asses. Her face is probably a 6, but her body makes her an 8. If I had the balls, I'd try to make a move on her since she's a single mom. I see it as a storyline in amateur porn all the time, so it MUST happen sometimes.
It's 10:15 now and I just realized I've been daydreaming about Ben's mom for 30 minutes with porn on in the background. As I start pulling my hard dick out of the crotch hole of my pajama pants, I hear two knocks on the basement door. SHIT! "Dylan, it's Mom. Are you awake?" Why is she checking on me this late? I thought for sure she and Dad were already in bed.
As I start to change the input on the TV from the DVD player to cable, I hear her knock and call out again. "Baby, are you awake?" I reply and tell her to wait a second as I direct my dick back into my pants (not easy when it's erect), change the channel to something inconspicuous, and find a pillow to hide my erection. Phew! After what felt like a long minute, I tell her to come on down.
I hear the stairs creak as she walks down. My couch is around the corner of the bottom of the stairs and puts my back to them, so I can't track her progress as I try to perfect the pillow's position on my lap to conceal the hard-on. As she comes around the corner and into view, my thoughts of Ben's mom immediately go away and are redirected to my own mom.
Jesus Christ, it hits me at this moment that my own mom is a smoking hot MILF. She's wearing short shorts that expose most of her upper thighs and a loose t-shirt that obviously doesn't have a bra under it. I can see the shape of her nipples pushing against the cotton. It's loose enough that it fell off her left shoulder a little and reveals her clavicle. She's wearing makeup, her lips look wet, and her wavy dark hair is undone and hanging past her shoulders. Is she doing this on purpose just to screw with me? My erection, which was starting to die down from being surprised, is now springing back up. I've never looked at my mom like this before, but she's definitely making me very horny. I feel so guilty and conflicted.
She asks if she can come sit with me for a few minutes and I nod to her. As long as she's on the opposite end of the couch, I'll be okay and can make it until she leaves. Then I can flip the TV back to the porn and take care of this erection. -->
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