I sucked my son's best friend's cock while my son ran to buy wine (Part 1)

I'm Ana, 50 years old, divorced for almost three years now. Being a single mom to my 24 year old son has been my world, but lately things have gotten so complicated... and so fucking exciting.

My son Jake has this friend, lets call him Ryan. He's 23, tall, a bit shy but with the sweetest smile. At first he would just come over for video games or dinner. But lately he's been coming by more and more. Every time he walks in the kitchen his eyes light up when he sees me. "Mrs. Ana, your cooking is seriously the best. No one makes lasagna like you," he would say, blushing a little. Then the compliments got deeper. "You look beautiful today," or "That dress really suits you." I would laugh it off, but inside my heart would race. A young guy noticing me like that? It made me feel alive again, desired in a way I hadn't felt since before the divorce.

The teasing started small. He would brush past me in the kitchen, his hand lingering on my waist a second too long. Or catch my eye across the room with this look that made my stomach flutter. He was shy about it, always polite, but I could tell there was more.

Last Saturday it all came to a head. Jake invited him over for dinner and drinks. I cooked a big meal and we were all laughing, having a great time. Then Jake realized we were out of wine. "Ill run to the store real quick, be back in 20," he said, grabbing his keys. The door closed and suddenly it was just Ryan and me in the living room.

The air got thick. He looked at me, nervous but determined. "Mrs. Ana... I've been wanting to tell you something for months," he said, his voice low. "I think about you all the time. When I'm alone... I jerk off thinking about you. Your smile, your body, the way you move. You're the hottest woman I know."

My cheeks burned. I should have stopped it right there. But instead I stepped closer, my heart pounding. "Ryan... that's so wrong. Im your friends mom." Yet my body betrayed me. He reached out, his hands trembling as they touched my waist, pulling me in. His fingers slid up my sides, cupping my breasts gently through my blouse. I gasped, but didn't pull away. The touch felt electric, so full of young hunger.

I dropped to my knees right there in the living room, my hands shaking as I unzipped him. His cock was so hard, throbbing for me. "I've wanted this," he whispered, moaning as I took him in my mouth. I sucked him slow and deep, tasting him, feeling powerful and slutty all at once. He groaned, his hand in my hair, "Fuck Mrs. Ana, your mouth feels incredible." Emotions flooded me, guilt mixing with pure lust. My son could be back any minute, but I couldn't stop.

We were both desperate to go further. He pulled me up, kissing me hard, his hands under my skirt, fingers finding how wet I was. "I need to fuck you," he breathed. I wanted it so bad too, my pussy aching for him.

But then we heard the car pull up. Jake was back. We jumped apart, fixing our clothes just in time. My heart was racing, my body still on fire. Ryan gave me one last look full of promise as my son walked in.

This is only part 1 Would you like part 2?