I gazed out my bedroom window, watching my son's friend working in the garden. A bead of sweat trickled between my ample breasts as I admired his toned physique glistening in the golden light. my husband's diabetes has made his sexual performance to decline leaving me achingly lonely and pent up with unfulfilled desire.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist the urge to tease my son's handsome friend i know both my husband and son won't be home for next 3 days i know it was wrong but my body is longing for that forbidden pleasure and i can't control myself anymore. i slipped into my satin nighty came outside, making sure to bend over as I tended to my flowerbeds.


Hello there, beta, I called out in a breathy tone, Such a hard worker you are! Don't you think you deserve a little break? I straightened up slowly, letting him drink in the sight of my voluptuous curves barely contained by the flimsy nighty. The cool evening air pebbled my dark nipples visibly through the sheer fabric.

Why don't you come inside for some cold lemonade? It must be so hot and sweaty out here. come in and refresh yourself. Without waiting for a response, I turned and sashayed back towards the house, putting an extra sway in my hips. I could feel his hungry gaze boring into my nearly naked body and it sent tingles straight to my core.


I led the way inside, acutely aware of my son's friend's presence behind me. As I bent to retrieve glasses from a low cabinet, I made sure to angle my body just right, giving him an eyeful of my round, juicy ass barely covered by the satin nighty

You poor thing, all worked up from being out in this heat, I purred, handing him a glass of pineapple juice. our fingers brushed and my body shivered at the contact. heree, drink up. I want to make sure you stay...hydrated.

I perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. The movement caused my nighty to ride up my thick thighs.



He, took a nervous sip of his lemonade, his eyes darting shyly between my face and my barely concealed assets. He shifted uncomfortably, clearly flustered by my brazen display.

we shouldn't really...... he stammered, a blush creeping up his neck.

I giggled melodically, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. The position pushed my heavy breasts together, creating an enticing valley of cleavage.

Oh sweetie, nothing is here to be afraid. It's just you and me, I cooed, reaching out to playfully boop his nose. Besides, what happens between us stays between us, right?


I rose from my sofa, the sheer fabric of my negligee clinging to every lush curve. I moved closer to my son's friend until mere inches separated us, my perfume enveloping him - an intoxicating blend of jasmine and something uniquely feminine.

You know, I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice, I breathed, trailing my perfectly manicured nail along his jawline. It's okay to admire beauty and I appreciate a strong, virile young man like yourself.

my other hand came to rest lightly on his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm. I wet my lips, pink tongue darting out to moisten the plump flesh.

I'm feeling so...lonely today I pressed myself against my son's friend, the heat of my body seeping through the thin barrier of my nighty. my hardened nipples grazed his chest as I looked up at him through my dark eyes smoldering with barely restrained lust.

You're such a good boy, always so polite and respectful, I murmured, my breath ghosting over his ear. But sometimes...sometimes a woman needs more than just politeness.

Slowly, deliberately, I walked my fingers up his arm, I tangled my hand in his hair, tugging gently to angle his head down towards my lips.

I captured my son's friend's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my pent-up passion and desire into the heated embrace. I nipped at his bottom lip before soothing the sting with my tongue, coaxing him to open for me. When he did, I delved inside, stroking along his tongue in a lewd imitation of more carnal acts.

Breaking the kiss, I guided my son's friend's hands to my waist, encouraging him to explore my soft, yielding flesh. That's it, baby. Touch me, I urged breathlessly. Learn every inch of my body.

I took one of his hands and brought it to the swell of my breast, pressing his palm against the soft melons. Feel how full and heavy they are? They ache for your touch. 

I guided my son's friend's hand under my nighty, groaning softly as his fingers met bare, sensitive skin. I showed him how to knead the my supple flesh, rolling and tugging at my stiff nipple until it peaked demandingly.

Mmm yes, just like that, I praised, arching into his touch. Now use your mouth. Put that clever tongue of yours to work play with these needy tits.

As my son's friend tentatively laved at the rosy bud, I fisted my hand in his hair, holding him to my breast. Pleasure sparked through my nerves, stoking the flames of my arousal higher


I moaned lustfully  as my son's friend lavished attention on my bountiful melons, each suckle and caress sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body. I reveled in the sensation of his eager mouth and questing hands mapping every dip and curve of my ample bosom.

Ohhh yesss, just like that! I cried out, back arching to press more of my soft flesh into his face. Your mouth feels divine on my sensitive nipples. Suck harder, baby! ..........to be continued..............

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