Mommy's Little Helper
There was trouble from the day Ian Miller walked into my kitchen, his hand outstretched and the smile I would come to know so well greeted me for the first time. The divorce had been hard and after the death of my father, I was absolutely at my lowest point. Ian Miller's smile woke me from the coma I'd been in. I'd been sleepwalking for so long now it was jarring to finally feel awake. I found myself smiling back and I felt that instant connection, the kind you spend your whole life waiting for. Only, something was wrong. Ian Miller couldn't be my soulmate. He was barely eighteen-years-old and I was, well...a lot older. Ian was also my eldest son's best friend and role model for my other sons. Ian was a favorite in our household. They nicknamed him Mommy's Little Helper because he was always helping me do things around the house. Everyone loved him, including me. I tried so hard to stay away from him but he was just so sexy.
It didn't matter. Nothing could have kept me from him. Ian was a beacon of sexiness and I was a desperately horny, newly awakened, middle-aged woman. I didn't stand a chance once he'd made it clear he wanted me. He shot me sexy looks when my kids weren't looking. He stared at my tits and he waited for every last one of my kids to fall asleep before he snuck into my bedroom and caught me in a compromising position. I had two dildos inside of me, one in each hole. I also had a vibrator on my clit and I must have looked ridiculous as Ian Miller opened that door. I gasped, knowing there was no way I could hide what I was doing. He had caught me fucking myself.
"What are you doing?" Ian asked, a smirk across his sexy face.
"Get out! Now!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry! Sorry!" he retreated and I tried my best to smooth things over with him when I was finally ballsy enough to come out of my room. He acted like nothing had happened and so I started dinner. I tried to pretend that everything was normal but Ian had other ideas. He pushed me up against the kitchen counter and his mouth found my ear. "I think you fucking yourself is so hot but if you want to really cum you should let me fuck you."
"You? But you're too young!"
"Give me a chance to show you I'm old enough to rock your world. You won't be sorry."
"Hey Mom," my youngest son called out. I said nothing as my kids filed into the kitchen to find Ian.
"Why are you hanging out with my mom?" my eldest asked Ian.
"She looked like she needed help," Ian lied. My pussy was so wet. I wanted his cock in me so badly but I hated that I wanted it. He was my son's age! It felt so wrong and I guess that was what pushed me over the edge.
Later that night, my kids were asleep and Ian snuck into my room. I could feel him getting closer to me. I could feel the pull of his body toward mine. His smirk had faded into longing and he was just too sexy to resist. I gave in, allowing our bodies to meet and his mouth to find mine. I let him kiss me as deeply and as passionately as he wanted to. I needed all the affection I could get. I had been alone for too long and I couldn't take it anymore. I was ravenous for him as I pulled my clothes off and dove onto his cock. I crouched down, sucking his cock as if it were the last cock I would ever get to suck.
"I can't believe you're finally doing this," Ian was gleeful. I said nothing, my mouth full of his cock. "You are so much sexier than I thought you would be!"
I paused. "Than you thought I would be? You mean you've thought about this?"
"Yeah, I've thought about what it would be like to have sex with you a million times, even before I caught you masturbating." I flushed with embarrassment. Why had he brought that up?
"Can we please not talk about that?" I begged him.
"I'd rather not talk," Ian positioned himself where he could pull me up so I was facing him. He leaned in and kissed me. Nothing could have prepared me for that moment. I was swept away by Ian's kiss and I couldn't believe that he was breaking me down like this. I had crumpled so easily and I hadn't intended for this to happen. This was my son's best friend and I felt the guilt sweep through me. I thought the guilt felt terrible but it was followed by something else, something I hated myself for. I was horny. This was turning me on. I don't know if it was Ian's age or if it was the fact that he was my son's friend that made me cum so hard but as soon as Ian's cock was inside of me I began to cum like crazy. I screamed loudly, not thinking of my children sleeping down the hall. I let myself scream some more, as orgasm after orgasm worked my entire body over. I was shuddering with pleasure, my heart beating with both anticipation and fear. I knew that this was what I wanted and yet it was the worst possible thing that I could have done. That's the part that got me off the most.
He was on top of me, pounding my pussy relentlessly. I was hyperventilating in between screams of ecstasy and I didn't want this to ever end. I never wanted him to cum. I wanted this glorious moment to last forever. His hand found my neck and he began to squeeze until I could feel every last ounce of air drain from my body. As I tried to exhale he squeezed my neck even harder and I made a choking sound that made us both pause. We stared at one another intently, exchanging information on a cellular level as my orgasm gripped us both. I could feel my pussy seizing, clamping down on his dick with a vigor that resulted in my pussy being full of his cum.
"I can't believe you just let me jizz up inside you," Ian laughed. "You are a slut."
"I like your cum in me," I giggled and I was happy that I had shocked him a bit. That was how it had started and there's no telling how it will end. Ian and I sneak around all the time, waiting until my kids are all asleep so he can come in and fuck the shit out of me. He waits until they've all left for school and of course, he's old enough to stay home and be my special helper. He lifts all the heavy stuff, helps around the house, and most importantly he dumps a few loads of cum in me each day. Without Ian Miller, I don't know how I would have survived this difficult time. He's great. My kids like him, I like him, and my pussy likes him. There's a problem, though. It isn't going away. Ian Miller is only eighteen and he's my son's best friend.
Posted Dec 6, 2018, 12:51 AM UTC