My name is Anne Wilson. I was 35 when my husband walked out. There had been a frosty relationship for some time. Frankly, I was glad when he left. He promised to pay maintenance but my son and I really struggled but we made do. The first year was the toughest as I came to grips with being abandoned. Finally I thought “bugger this” and joined a gym, made friends there and started to feel human again. Sex? There wasn’t any. Hadn’t been for a long time. I rarely got myself off but as I worked out, got fitter and happier I did enjoy orgasm. It was after, when I felt empty, that was hard to take. Finally I really never bothered.
I turned 40 and I was working full time. My son Toby, now 20, was due home from Uni (he boarded there) so I took my annual leave with the intention of spending time with him. I knocked off early on the Friday to make sure I was home when he arrived. A knock on the door and I rushed to open it. There he stood, 6’ tall and a broad smile. Beside him stood another lad. “Hi mum, this is Trevor. He boards with me. I said he could stay here. That’s ok isn’t it?” he said. I couldn’t really say no as Trevor had his suitcase and looked lost”. “Yes Toby, that is fine” I said, lying through my teeth.
I had cooked dinner for two but made it stretch to three. Toby told me all about his course with Trevor chipping in now and then. They seemed like firm friends. After dinner they went into the lounge with their coffee while I cleaned up. “Hey man your mum is hot” I heard Trevor say. Toby just laughed. I smiled to myself. It is not offen a 40yo is called hot. I joined them and was aware that Trevor kept glancing at me. At first I was concerned but then I thought “no worries, he thinks I am hot” and ignored him. Then Toby dropped a bombshell. He had gotten a full time job at a burger place and Trevor also got a part-time job working 4pm to 10pm. I was annoyed as I had taken time off to be with my son. Still, he finished at 5pm so at least we had the evenings.
The weekend flew by. We went to the local pub Saturday night, the three of us. Trevor seemed nice and Toby told me, when Trevor went to the bathroom, that he hadn’t gone home as his father had thrown him out for something that happened. He didn’t know what and didn’t ask. Sunday and the three of us went to the beach. I just sat on the sand while the two guys went swimming. I did notice at Trevor was well built. I chuckled to myself thinking that HE was hot.
All too soon the weekend was over. Monday morning I got up early and cooked breakfast for the three of us. Toby headed off to work and I tidied the dishes. “Let me do that” said Trevor. “OK” I said and headed off to have a shower. I put on my robe and came out to find Trevor had washed up, cleaned down the kitchen bench and had the kettle on. “Wow, very good job” I said and stood at the bench to make coffee. Trevor came up behind me and put his arms around me. “What are you doing Trevor” I squealed. “Just embracing you” he replied. I suddenly became aware that I was naked under my robe. “Please Trevor don’t” I said and then he started kissing my neck. I tried to wriggle free and it doing so my robe opened and his hands covered my breasts. I wanted to tell him to let go on me but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead I moaned.
“Yes Mrs Wilson just relax” Trevor whispered in my ear. My head fell back against his chest. It had been so long since someone touched me. My brain was screaming “STOP” but my body was betraying me. My nipples swelled and my pussy tingled. “Oh Trevor” I moaned. “Tell me to stop and I will Mrs Wilson” he again whispered in my ear. A voice said “don’t stop” it was me. He tweaked my nipples and I sighed. I was surrendering to him. He spun my around and kissed me tenderly. I kissed him back and our tongues entwined. He reached down and rubbed my pussy. “Oh Trevor” I said again, my voice breaking with emotion. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was his.
He slid the robe off me and it fell to the floor. Again he said “tell me if you want me to stop” but I was sure he knew the answer. Seconds later he pulled me onto the bed. I expected him to immediately mount me but he slid down the bed until his face hovered over my crotch. He dropped his head and his tongue immediately found my clit. I squealed as he began to lick me. His tongue running from my clit over my pussy and back again. I had given up shaving, just trimming my pubic area. It didn’t matter as his tongue awaken feelings in me I had pretty much forgotten. I raised my knees and spread them wide to give him maximum access to my sex. My first orgasm hit me like an out of control truck. I heard that voice again “don’t stop”. My surrender was total.
After my third orgasm he looked up at me. My whole body was trembling. “What would like now Mrs Wilson?” he asked, as if there was any doubt. “Yes” I replied. “Yes what Mrs Wilson. You have to be specific” he said teasing me. “Do I have to say it?” I asked. “Yes you do. Tell me what you want”. I decided to say exactly what I wanted. “Trevor. I want you to ram your cock into my cunt. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. DO IT”. I was shocked at the words I used. Trevor never even blinked. He moved up the bed, mounted my and thrust 7” of rock hard cock balls deep in one movement. I squealed, I wailed, I moaned, I wrapped my arms around him as he pounded me.
In earlier times my husband would last 5 minutes when we got really turned on. Trevor lasted more than 15 minutes before he groaned and spilled his juices. He didn’t stop until his cock was limp. We lay there puffing and panting. A minute later he leaned over and kissed me. “That was so good Mrs Wilson” he whispered. I chuckled “I think we are past the Mrs Wilson thing, don’t you”. “Anne you are so beautiful” he said. We hugged and lay there for maybe five or ten minutes. “I better have a shower” I said and got up and walked into the ensuite. As I turned on the water Trevor came in. “Let me wash your back Anne” he said and he did, plus the rest of me.
As he soaped up my breasts I could see his cock beginning to wake up. I looked down and he followed my gaze. I reached down and stroked him until he was hard again. “Seconds” he said and smiled. We didn’t even dry ourselves. Just fell on the bed. I pushed him onto his back and mounted his cowgirl style. I rocked back and forth while he rubbed my clit. We came with seconds of each other. Or should I say my SECOND orgasm came with his first. I suggested I should shower solo. Frankly, my pussy felt tender. He said “fine honey” and lay there while I stood at the doorway to the ensuite and licked my lips. He had wakened the beast inside me and it would not be denied. My disappointment of my son getting a job seemed to evaporate. My holiday just got better.