Unrequited Ch. 05

As I lay, recovering from a mind shattering and surprising orgasm, I managed to say "Be a good boy and get me a cigarette from the kitchen." "Sure." My youngest son said while standing up and lifting the pants I had yanked off of him in anger. "Wait." I whispered loudly. I wanted something long, warm and pleasurable, but not a cigarette. I took hold of Tyler's hardness over his pants and, with my other hand, pulled him to me like I was going to kiss him. With all of my strength, I dragged my son onto the bed next to me and kissed him deeply. His body became rigid and nervous but I removed his pants and underwear while hissing "That's my good boy, Tyler." Within seconds, we were both naked and Tyler muttered "Mom...what are you doing? What are you doing to me?" Into his ear, I cooed "I know you want to make love to me." I got on top of my beautiful, innocent 18 year old boy and rubbed the tip of his cock gently agains

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast. She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as h

Many thanks to ChancesAre for helping me with wording and giving me some much-needed feedback. I cannot thank them enough, really. * I should've known this would become a problem for me later on. Maybe I did, and, much like any man when he is aroused, I just chose to ignore it. Having sex with a friend's mom is practically the textbook stupid porn plotline everyone makes fun of. You cannot be prepared for a conscious decision once an opportunity to do it actually presents itself. The thing about Karla was she didn't really like me. Actually, that's an understatement. She fucking despised me, and over the years I learned to despise her back. I'll spare you the bullshit about love and hate being close on the spectrum, because what we shared couldn't be further from love if we tried. I'll also spare my (let's be honest, former) friend from being named in these sordid little tales, for old times' sake. I do not know what Karla saw in me. I was not wide

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This is 100% true, some of the dialogue might have been different in the moment though. I changed our names for privacy reasons but, if you like it, I can write about the new stuff we try. Let me know in the comments, maybe some ideas to try on him. *** Quarantine has been rough on everyone. My roommate, Dawson, had a chronic lung issue, so I really made sure I took this whole thing serious. I very rarely saw my girlfriend, so many nights would be spent smoking weed and jerking off. After a few months I was insanely horny and started to watch more and more porn and eventually started talking to my roommate about sex more. At this point in my life, I was fairly sure I was at least bisexual, or at least not 100% strait. I sucked one guy off before and it was alright, but he couldn't get me off, so he gave up after a while. Anyways, me and Dawson started watching porn together one night when we were really high. I waited for him to pull his dick out before I did, fearing him thinkin