My Son’s Friend Caught Me Naked

And he wasn’t shy to speak his mind

I smiled as I listened to my son and his best friend, Brad, joking around downstairs. They’d gone off to separate colleges and Brad wasn’t over as much. It sounded like they were reminiscing about their high school days. Which was funny since it was barely a year ago.

“Do you remember Slutty Sandy?” Brad exclaimed.

I crept closer to eavesdrop.

“Yeah, I always thought she was hot,” my son, Jamie, said.

“She always flashed her panties, remember? Pretending it was a mistake. I remember putting money on which pair she’d be wearing that day!”

“I remember,” Jamie said.

“Anyway, she’s gone and had her tits done. Huge motherfuckers like this on her chest now,” Brad continued. “Bet she gets even more stares now!”

“I thought she was pretty before all that,” Jamie said.

“Imagine fucking those tits. Jizzing all over those juicy melons,” Brad continued.

“Not sure I’d go that far,” Jamie said.

My son, always trying to be respectful. But the way Brad objectified this girl’s breasts got me a little hot. I tried to pretend he was talking about me. I closed my eyes and moved my hand under my dress between my legs.

“And then I’d rip those cock-teasing panties off and really fuck the hell out of her,” Brad continued.

I loved that kind of dirty talk. It’s not something I’d ever admit to my friends. And my husband sure as hell wouldn’t entertain it either.

“Maybe cum all over her back or something,” Brad said. “Or her face.”

I could feel my panties clinging to my lips as I circled my fingers over them. Feeling the warmth between my thighs.

“Hmmm,” I mumbled.

“That’s enough about Sandy,” Jamie chuckled. “Let’s grab something to eat.”

Thanks, Jamie! I thought.

I went back to my bedroom, my heart still racing. I shook my head and chuckled. Touching myself while listening to my son’s friend. Is this what my sex life has become?

I slipped out of my summer dress and tossed it onto the bed. It was time for a cold shower to get all these swirling thoughts out of my head. I unclipped my bra and dropped it to the floor.

“Mrs E?” a voice behind me said.

I spun around, my tits swaying.

“Shit,” I exclaimed, grabbing both breasts to cover my nipples.

Brad stood in the doorway.

“We were just, uh,” he said, unable to keep his eyes off my body.

I stood frozen. His hungry stare caused a tingling between my legs.

“Where is the ice?” he finally said.

“Ask Jamie,” I said.

“I did, he told me to ask you,” Brad said.

Against my better judgement, I dropped my hands to my sides. Allowing Brad to take in my tits and the rest of my mom-body.

“Mrs E — “ he started.

“I told you before to call me Emily,” I said, feeling vulnerable but excited.

He didn’t even try to look away or back out of the room.

“Do you like my ‘juicy melons’?” I asked with a smile.

His face turned red as he realized I’d overheard his conversation.

“I’ve always thought you had a cracking pair of tits,” Brad said.

I felt a shiver down my spine. I wanted to hear more.

“I’d fuck those funbags all day long. Mr G is a lucky man,” Brad continued.

My knees felt weak.

“And where could you cum?” I asked, trying to keep the quivering lust out of my voice.

“I’d cum in and on you, Mrs E,” Brad said.

Holy fucking hell.

“Bro, hurry up!” Jamie called.

“Right down!” Brad called back.

Brad walked up to me and cupped his hand over my panties. He kissed my neck as he pressed his finger into the front groove of my underwear.

“Do you want to try?” he asked.

I’d already soaked my panties. Without a word, Brad slipped his hand inside and pressed his finger between my wet pussy lips.

“You have a very wet cunt, Mrs E,” Brad said.

I moaned as he circled his finger around my sensitive nub.

“I’d like to shove my cock right in here,” he said, squeezing his finger into my fleshy canal.

“Uh,” I whimpered, grabbing onto his shoulders.

My body was on fire and my head ringing. What if Jamie caught us?

“You better go, Brad,” I whispered. “Jamie is looking for you.”

Brad grabbed the sides of my panties and jerked them down to my feet.

“Brad!”

He shoved me back onto the bed.

“Then we better hurry up, Mrs E,” he smiled.

He jerked his shorts down and pulled out his big erection. Before I could say anything, he pushed himself between my thighs.

“Brad, wait, uh, fuck,” I whimpered as Brad squeezed his rock-hard cock into me.

“You’re a real slutty mom,” Brad said as he drilled himself into me.

Those words!

“I’m your whore, fuck me harder,” I gasped.

Brad groped and sucked my tits as he fucked me hard. He slammed his toned body into my pelvis, watching my tits bouncing back and forth.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I whispered, the sounds of our slapping bodies filling the room.

His throbbing cock felt so good. Sliding in and out of my engorged pussy lips. Hitting me deep in my core with each powerful thrust. A moment later I felt an intense spasm between my legs.

“Uh, oh!” I squealed.

I dug my fingers into his arms as my body started shaking. Brad noticed this and railed me even harder. Orgasmic jolts surged through my body as I writhed and whined. Brad’s cock started pulsating.

“I’m going to cum inside you, Mrs E,” he stuttered.

Through my orgasmic ecstasy, I heard him grunting as he pumped his seed deep into my body. He pulled out and send the last spurts of his creamy cum over my flushed chest and tits.

I smiled, staring at his cock still twitching over my stomach. His semen oozed from my battered opening.

“Brad, seriously, where are you?” Jamie said, his footsteps thundering up the stairs.

“Quick, go!” I said, pushing Brad off the bed as he stumbled to get out before getting caught.

I really needed that cold shower now.

I gave my neigbor’s son what he wanted: