I knew I couldn’t put fresh panties on right then, I mean I was literally almost dripping down my thighs. I grabbed a dry small hand towel from the master bathroom and stretched out on the bed to clean myself. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t something I would normally do; but it took less than five minutes to go from wiping myself dry, to two fingers buried to the knuckle inside me.
“Oh God…oh my God…” I moaned as the image of that spitting member filled my brain.
“Cum for me” I whispered; and then my brain fried as my orgasm slammed home.
I have masturbated before, usually when Derek is away with his buddies or at some training seminar. My orgasms when I masturbate take the edge off, but have been nothing spectacular. This one…was mind bending. I saw Danny’s thick cream shoot into the air behind clenched shut eyes, as hot juices poured out of me to soak my hand and comforter; God it was massive.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, the thought of shopping long gone from my frazzled mind. I had just masturbated to the image of my son…masturbating. I was sick, I was evil; and God was I sated. Sleep finally relieved my guilty conscience and I slept for over an hour. By the time I awoke it was time to get dinner ready, and I didn’t want Derek to come home hungry and tired and have to do it. I figured we could have pizza so I rose and found my purse and cell phone.
It was later that night when we were in bed, that Derek said something. Like anyone who has been married for over twenty years can tell you; you know when your partner is bothered by something; and my guilt kept haunting me over what had happened.
“So what’s going on?” Derek asked as we lay side by side.
I wanted to say nothing, I wanted to deny everything; but it wasn’t in me. Derek and I have always based our relationship on being honest; and while we have never strayed, we have always maintained an open and honest communication about temptations we have both faced. In some ways those conversations had only managed to draw us closer. So, laying there staring at the ceiling, I spilled my guts. I told him about wanting to go shopping, and I told him what I found when I opened Danny’s door.
“So he was jerking off” Derek’s voice sounded amused.
“Yes” I choked out.
“How long did you watch?” he asked me.
“I…I couldn’t…it was…oh my God” I whispered. “I watched him finish” I admitted in shame.
“Did he cum a lot?” Derek asked.
“Derek!” I exclaimed, turning to him for the first time.
It was then I saw, Derek had pushed his sheet down, and his hand was wrapped around his own member, and God help me it was rock hard. The purple head glistened with his seeping pre cum, and his fist was pumping up and down.
“Oh My God” I gasped as my eyes locked to his hand.
“Did he cum a lot?” Derek repeated, this time his voice deep and husky.
“Yesssssssssssss” I hissed as I watched him in fascination.
“Where did he cum?” Derek was driving me insane.
“All over his belly” I rasped as my thighs turned to a swamp again.
“Was he watching porn?” God his hand never stopped moving, and I watched him throb as he grunted.
“He was watching…some woman…giving oral…” I stumbled out.
My hand was already under the sheet, my fist grinding into the heat between my thighs as I watched Derek stroke himself. I was captivated; I was lost as his hand glided up and down.
“Did she swallow it?” he grunted. God he sounded just like Danny.
“Yes” I moaned softly.
“Did you want to swallow it?” he cajoled me.
“Oh God…Derek…don’t…” I whimpered, even as I ground my fist harder between my thighs.
“You did, didn’t you” he smiled.
“Yes” I admitted my most heathen confession. “I wanted to swallow it” I told my husband.
My eyes dropped back down, and just like Danny; I watched as his member throbbed in his grip and I knew he was close. I felt the most surreal urge, it was overwhelming me. I propped myself up on one arm, leaned over, and swallowed that engorged head.
“Fuck yeah…suck my cock baby.” I heard Derek grunt. It was like being back with Danny again.
It was a penis…it was a cock…it was a vagina…it was a pussy; everything just melded together as my head bobbed up and down. Derek was grunting and panting as I devoured him like some all day sucker.
“Oh shit…baby…” Derek tried to warn me.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMM” I hummed as I increased my suction.
Derek knew I didn’t give a lot of blowjobs; and he knew I rarely if ever took it in my mouth. This time…I wanted it. I wanted his cock in my mouth; I wanted his seed in my mouth; I wanted his thick hot cum sliding down my throat.
“Oh fuck…oh God…” Derek moaned above me.
“Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I heard him give a guttural soft growl.
His cock jerked in my mouth, and thick slimy goo pulsed out filling my mouth. I swirled it with my tongue and then swallowed the first wad. When the second wad exploded, I held it in my mouth and waited. After I was sure he was now done, I slid my mouth free, lifted my head up and stared him in the eyes; and swallowed.
“Holy fucking shit” Derek whispered in awe as he watched me.
I just shrugged my shoulders in resignation and lowered myself back to the bed, glancing at his now softening cock sprawled across his belly.
“Do me a favor?” Derek asked quietly.
“What?” I asked back.
“Watch him again tomorrow.” Derek told me.
“What? You’re serious?” I turned and looked at him in shock.
“Baby, that was the best fucking blowjob of my life; if that’s what it takes…then do it.” Derek gave a goofy grin.
“You’re sick” I muttered and rolled over.
The funny part was it wasn’t Derek who was the sick one; it was me. He was right, I wanted his cock, I wanted his cum, and I WANTED to drink every drop. And it had all come from watching Danny.
The next day I felt like some kind of stalker. I watched Danny all day. He wandered the house, he did his homework; he played his video games, he ate lunch. Then, about two that afternoon, he disappeared.
I gave him about an extra half hour and then silently crept up the stairs. I felt like some thief as I crept down the hall to his half open door. I eased the door open a couple of inches, peeking inside; and it was like Déjà vu from yesterday.
He was stretched out on his bed, shamelessly totally nude. He had the IPad again, which gave some comfort that he was focused on it and wouldn’t notice me. This time I looked, I mean I looked at my son as a man, not my little boy. Daniel had played soccer and run track in high school; he had gotten accustomed to working out as a part of sports and continued it to this day; and it showed.
Now Derek is no slouch at forty-four years old. As a manual worker he stays in shape, he eats fairly right, and he is pretty active. Having him on top of me in bed at night is nothing to complain about. But, there is something about a firm toned twenty year old body; and now I understood the phrase cougar a bit more. I could see why a woman my age would hunt for someone like Danny. His legs were stretched out lean and powerful; his chest muscles, while maybe not a six pack, were well defined and taut; and his biceps bulged with just the right curve as his hand slid up and down.