My son's best friend in my bed

My son Hugh and Alex have been best friends since childhood, mostly bonded by jiu-jitsu, which they both practice. Alex’s family moved away about two years ago, but the two of them never lost touch. Last month, Alex came over to spend a few days of his vacation at our house. But we hit an unexpected snag right when he arrived: a last-minute spot opened up in a tournament that Hugh really wanted to enter. My son was torn, but Alex himself insisted he would go, saying he’d take the opportunity to sightsee around the city. The competition was going to last three days in another town, so we agreed that my husband would take Hugh and I(39F) would stay behind to play host to Alex.

Despite being very friendly, Alex was a quiet, shy guy. I showed him to Hugh’s room so he could unpack, and then I served dinner. Afterward, we watched some TV and talked. I noticed how incredibly easy it was to talk to him; there was a natural rapport between us. Even though he had recently turned eighteen, Alex had an innocent way about him. To me, he still looked like the same boy I used to see playing with my son.

It was scorching hot those days, and the AC in Hugh’s room was broken. Out of courtesy, I invited him to spend the night in my room, which was well-cooled. Alex hesitated. Looking a bit awkward, he confessed he hadn’t brought pajamas and planned on sleeping just in his underwear. For a second, I questioned how appropriate that was. At the same time, I couldn’t just let him sleep in a stifling room. And besides, I still saw him as just a kid. I mean, what would a young guy want with his best friend’s mom, a woman in her late thirties? I brushed it off with a smile, saying it was no problem at all. I handed him a towel, told him to take a shower, and said I’d wait for him in the bedroom.

The reality of the situation only hit me when he knocked on the door and walked in. It was at that exact moment that I realized just how much he had grown. Despite his boyish face and naive demeanor, Alex had the body of a grown man. Years of jiu-jitsu training had left him with toned muscles and strong arms. He was wearing boxer briefs that clearly showcased a prominent bulge. You could tell he was completely embarrassed.

I was already dressed for bed, wearing a simple white nightgown that came down to mid-thigh. But with a “man” in the room, I suddenly noticed how the fabric clung to my breast and hips. Alex froze. His eyes locked onto the curves my nightgown revealed. I pretended not to notice the impact it had on him and kept acting natural, but inside, it flattered my vanity. It was comforting to know I could still elicit that kind of reaction. I showed him which side of the bed to sleep on. He seemed to snap out of it.

“Thank you, Mrs. Carol… Sorry for the trouble,” he said. “If you prefer, I can sleep on the floor,. It’s no problem.”

“Don’t worry about it. The bed is huge, you can sleep right here,” I replied.

Alex nodded and laid down. We shared a comforter. I turned on my side, facing away from him, and fell asleep shortly after. In the middle of the night, I woke up to a sensation I hadn’t felt in a long time. Alex had slid closer from behind and wrapped his arms around me. One of his arms was under my neck and the other was over my waist. My nightgown had ridden up to my stomach, and his bare hand was pressed flat against my boob. His underwear was pressed right against my panties, and I could perfectly feel his hard cock nestled right between my cheeks. From the pressure alone, I could tell he was packing a huge bulge..

I froze, too surprised to know how to react. But my body’s response was immediate and involuntary: my heart started racing, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. I decided not to move and kept pretending to be asleep.

Alex’s hand moved down, sliding past my stomach until it reached the edge of my panties. He hesitated there for a second, as if working up the nerve to take the next step. Then, he slipped his fingers inside the fabric. The touch started out timid, brushing against my trimmed bush, in a way that felt like someone discovering a woman for the first time, and that drove me completely wild. I held back to keep from groaning. When he touched my pussy, the reaction was immediate. I felt his hard cock pulse strongly against my butt, and right after that, the warmth of his ejaculation heating up my back through my underwear.

He stayed still for a while, his heavy breathing pressed against my neck. Little by little, he began to shift cautiously. He carefully withdrew his hand from my panties, pulled his arm out from under my head, and moved away slightly, lying down right behind me.

When the sound of his breathing changed, showing he had fallen asleep, I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped my own hand inside my panties and began to touch myself. My body was still burning with the memory of his closeness, his hands on me, his hard cock pulsing against my butt… I kept up the same rhythm until my body shuddered, coming in silence while thinking in that young man. Only then was I able to fall asleep.

I woke up early. Alex was still sleeping deeply. I adjusted my nightgown and went straight to the bathroom. When I undressed to shower, I noticed the stain on my panties, a dried trace of what had happened, and I felt a flutter in my stomach.

I made breakfast, and it took Alex over an hour to come downstairs. When he appeared in the kitchen, he had the look of someone who knew he had done something wrong. I acted as if nothing had happened. I said good morning, served the coffee, and kept the conversation flowing naturally.. Little by little, he relaxed. He ate, chatted a bit, and soon left for a walk.

Throughout the day, I tried to distract myself, but my mind kept reminding me of the night before. As the hours passed and night approached, a nervous flutter in my stomach began to tighten: the moment when he would be in my bed again was getting closer. I felt torn, rehearsing what to say or how to set a boundary, but deep down, the anticipation was stronger.

Alex arrived early in the evening and, during dinner, told me about his walk. Afterward, we watched a little TV. He treated me with attention and looked at me with a bit of awe. As the night went on, I noticed he was getting anxious. First, he asked me where he was going to sleep. I replied that, if he wanted, he could sleep with me again. He stayed quiet, as if processing something. A little later, he asked if I was going to be long before going to bed. It was still early, but to put his mind at ease, I said we could go upstairs right then. He agreed, but his nervousness was visible.

Just like the night before, I put on the same nightgown and waited for him. I was so aroused that I decided not to wear underwear. Alex came in, wearing only his briefs. His nervousness was noticeable, but what caught my attention the most was his cock, so hard it pushed the fabric of his underwear upward. Trying to disguise it with his hand in front, he went straight to the bed and covered himself up. I asked if he minded waiting a bit while I put on some body lotion, and he said no. I stood sideways, resting one leg at a time on a chair, applying the cream. While spreading it, from my ankle all the way up to my thighs, I kept up a casual conversation. Alex’s eyes were shining, and he didn’t even try to hide his gaze. Inside, his fascination just made me even more aroused.

I turned off the light and lay on my back with him next to me. This time I didn’t turn away. I said goodnight and stayed still, pretending I had fallen asleep quickly. It was dark, but I could feel his restlessness in the bed. A short time later, he carefully lifted my nightgown. When his fingers touched my pussy directly, completely soaked, he pulled back with a start, as if he had been shocked. Sensing his nervousness, I grabbed his hand and guided it back to the same spot. His fingers were trembling.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, trying to calm him down.

I kept his hand there, pressed against my body, while I scattered slow kisses along his neck and whispered words of encouragement. With my other hand, I slipped inside his briefs, wrapping my hand around his hard, thick cock. I lowered my body and took the head of it between my lips. I started with teasing kisses before taking all of it into my mouth and using my tongue with purpose. I sucked intensely, drawing sighs from Alex. It didn’t take long for his body to stiffen. His cock pulsed hard, pouring a huge amount of hot cum straight out while he groaned loudly. The liquid was thick, and I swallowed it all without hesitation.

I moved back close to him and put my hand against his chest, feeling his panting breath. I tangled my legs in his, pressing my wet pussy directly against his skin, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

“Have you ever gone down on a woman?” I whispered right near his ear, while pushing my hips against his, making it very clear where I wanted his attention.

He shook his head no. I smiled at his answer and guided his head downward, asking him to eat me out. Without hesitating, he moved between my legs. You could tell it was his first time: his rhythm was a bit awkward, but he made up for it with eagerness. He licked me with horniness, alternating sucking with kisses on my pussy. I squirmed, but I wanted him inside of me. I pulled him up and straddled his lap. Alex’s cock was already hard again. I grabbed it and guided it to my entrance, sliding down easily because I was soaking wet.

I looked at his face. His eyes were wide, fixed on where his cock and my pussy joined, awestruck by the sensation of the pleasure of being inside a woman. I stayed still for a few seconds, feeling that thick cock fill me up. You could hear his heartbeat, surrendered to the grip and warmth of my pussy. Then, I placed my hands on his chest and began to ride him.

I started with slow movements. Lowering my weight until I felt the base of his cock pressing against my clit. I felt the thick rigidity stretching me from the inside. I had control over him, moving at a rhythm that increased my pleasure. Alex’s face was red. Every time I came down hard on his cock, he gripped my hips and groaned loudly. Hearing his groans increased my arousal even more.

I sped up the rhythm, bouncing nonstop. Alex couldn’t handle the intensity for very long. He arched his back, let out a moan, and his cock began to pulse hard inside of me, pouring out a flood of hot cum. Feeling his warm cream dripping down and his cock pumping inside was all it took. My pussy contracted hard, squeezing his member, and I came right after, trembling all over as I climaxed on top of him. I collapsed beside him, and we lay there recovering our breath. Alex had a silly smile on his face. I think he had loved his first time. We stayed there holding each other until we fell asleep together.