Mommy's secret slut era

Back when I was 45 and still married, my sex life was dead. My husband hadn’t touched me in years and I felt so invisible and horny all the time. My younger son Alex had just turned 18. His best friend Ryan was 21, tall, quiet and super shy. Ryan had been coming over to our house for years. He was always polite, saying “yes ma’am” and “thank you Ms Ana” for every little thing. But I started noticing how he looked at me. Those long stares at my heavy tits when I wore low-cut tops, the way his eyes followed my ass in tight jeans, how he’d get all flushed and quiet whenever I hugged him hello. He wanted me so bad and it made my neglected married pussy throb every single time.

This is how my secret slut era with my sons’ friends all started.

One weekend I drove over to visit Alex at his new apartment (he had just moved out). I showed up unannounced with some home-cooked food. Alex was super happy to see me but he had to run out quick. “Mom, I forgot I have a shift at work in twenty minutes. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Ryan’s here though, he’s crashing on the couch for a bit. You guys can hang out!”

Ryan was sitting on the couch in basketball shorts and a tank top, looking even bigger and hotter than I remembered. As soon as Alex left and the door clicked shut, the room got thick with tension. Ryan kept stealing those same hungry looks at my cleavage and thighs.

I sat down right next to him on the couch, close enough that our legs touched. “You’ve been staring at me for years now, Ryan,” I said softly, putting my hand on his knee. “Be honest with Mommy… what do you think about when you look at me like that?”

He turned bright red but didn’t pull away. “Ms Ana… I mean… Mommy,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. I get hard every time I come over. I’ve jerked off thinking about you so many times… imagining touching you, tasting you, fucking you.”

Hearing him call me Mommy made me instantly wet. I opened my legs a little and guided his hand under my skirt. “Then touch me baby. I need it too.”

He groaned and we didn’t waste any time. He dropped between my legs, pulled my panties to the side and ate my married pussy like he was starving. Long shy licks turning into hungry sucking on my clit while two fingers pumped inside me. I came so hard I squirted all over his face, moaning “good boy, eat Mommy’s pussy.”

Then I pushed him back on the couch, pulled his thick young cock out and sank down on it. “Fuck Ryan… you’re so big,” I gasped as I rode him. My heavy tits bounced in his face while he sucked my nipples and moaned “Mommy… you feel better than I dreamed.” I rode him hard until he filled me with rope after rope of hot cum.

After that day we kept sneaking around for months every time I “visited” my son. Ryan would text me when Alex was gone and I’d come over. We fucked all over that apartment while my husband thought I was just being a good mom.

Now I’m 50 and divorced. Last month Ryan (26 now) came back to town and texted me. The second he walked into my house he pushed me against the wall. “I never stopped thinking about you Mommy.” We fucked like animals again – he bent me over the kitchen counter, pounded me from behind, slapped my ass and called me his favorite slut while I squirted all over the floor. Then he carried me to the bedroom and filled me slow and deep, still whispering “Mommy” like no time had passed.

It was even hotter than when I was 45.