I was a 20 year old home from college for the holidays staying with my divorced mother. We had a good relationship and she pretty much let me come and go as I wanted as long as I didn’t do anything that created more work or caused any problems. She was dating a guy and spent a lot of time out of the house either at work or with him. Just after Christmas a week or so before I was to head back to school, she told me she was having one of her old friends come and visit for 10 days. She told me her friend, whose name was Carrie and whom I had never met, would be staying in the guest bedroom next to mine. She wouldn’t be any trouble as she had just gone through a divorce herself and was looking for some quiet time away from all the bad memories. I didn’t think much of it other than that it was nice that my mother would be able to have some time to spend with a good friend. Nothing left me prepared for what would happen the following week.
Carrie showed up late Sunday night and was a total surprise. She was in her mid to late 30’s and gorgeous! As I was introduced my very first thought was “What kind of nut would let a woman like this go?” She was about 5’8”, blonde, blue eyes, tanned ‒ and for what I could see under her winter coat, very well put together. My second thought was that Carrie must have some kind of problem or the guy wouldn’t have let her go. I mentally reminded myself to “enjoy the view but watch myself.” I wasn’t much for dealing with female head-cases. I’d seen a couple of them in college and knew enough to stay out of their way ‒ no matter how hot they seemed to be. Besides, this was my mother’s friend. I never gave it another thought ‒ at least for a couple of days.
The second night Carrie was there, my mother had gone out on a date and I spent most of the early evening watching TV. Carrie had joined me on the couch and eventually we started to converse. It turned out her husband, who had been her high school boyfriend had been involved with another woman and despite Carrie’s forgiveness and efforts to save the marriage, he had been a real jerk. I felt bad for her. Obviously she was a great woman and had deserved better. I thought she was close to tears but she seemed to compose herself. She asked about my life ‒ whether I had a girlfriend, what I was studying, what I wanted to do after college ‒ all the normal stuff. I found myself growing to like her very much although I had no thoughts about any kind of a relationship at the time. Though I was enjoying our conversation I excused myself and went to bed about 11:00.
I was having some trouble getting to sleep. At about midnight I heard Carrie come down the hall and into her room. 20 minutes later, I thought I heard some muffled “sighs” and “moans”. The walls were pretty thick and I thought she might be crying. We had an adjoining closet and after a while my curiosity got the best of me. I felt bad for her. After the crying went on for a while I decided to get up and ask if there was anything I could do. I knocked gently on her door and heard her say “Come in.” I entered the room and sat at the foot of her bed. I told her how badly I felt that she had gone through what she had and asked if she wanted to talk anymore. She wiped her eyes and sat up on the side of the bed. As she did, her night gown opened slightly to reveal a pair of beautiful breasts. I was embarrassed for looking and turned my eyes away. She looked at me as I did. I said “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking on purpose.” She kind of smiled and replied “It’s OK. It wasn’t your fault. Besides I know how young guys like you are about things like that. Nobody blames you for looking.” She took my hand, looked into my eyes with her beautiful big blues, and said “I appreciate your asking if you could help but there really isn’t much you can do. It’s just something I have to get over ‒ and I will. It’s just lonely and I miss being with a man. Especially one like I thought my husband was. In fact, you seem like the kind of guy I thought I was getting married to when he and I wed. Some girl is going to be lucky to meet a guy like you someday. Anyhow ‒ Thanks.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I headed back to my room with my head swimming. I certainly had been wrong about her. She was not “head case”. In fact, she was one of the most decent, rational women I had ever met. The thought of her kiss went through my mind, but I erased it realizing that I was being totally ridiculous even thinking that I would ever be anything more to her than “her best friend’s son.” I have to admit that she was the subject of my dreams that night.
The next morning, I woke up and decided to get going early. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower. As I approached Carrie’s room I noticed the door was slightly open and couldn’t help peeking in as I walked by. I guess I had hoped for ‒ but didn’t expect the sight before me. Carrie had obviously showered and was lying on the bed completely naked. Her eyes were completely shut and her hand was down between her thighs as she masturbated furiously. Her body was even more beautiful than I had imagined it would be. There wasn’t a flaw to be seen. She had a flat stomach, beautiful breasts, and an ass and thighs that were muscular but incredibly feminine. Afraid of being caught staring again, I headed to the shower ‒ but with an erection that made it hard to go around corners! As I stood in the shower I could only daydream about what it would be like to climb between Carrie’s thighs and slide my cock deeply into her.
As I headed back to my room I glanced into her room and saw that she had left ‒ probably to go down to the kitchen. I dressed and headed down myself. When I arrived, Carrie was standing at the stove in a robe making breakfast. “What’s this?” I exclaimed. She replied with a sly smile, “I just thought a nice guy like you would enjoy a big breakfast ‒ how was your shower?” I didn’t know what to think. Had she seen me looking into her room as she pleasured herself? Or was she just making a pleasant morning comment? I stammered “Great”. She replied “I thought so”. She brought the pan over to the table where I was sitting and bent over to put the breakfast food on my plate. As she did her robe partially opened, but she didn’t seem to be very self-conscious about it. In fact she looked straight into my eyes as she remained bent over with her bare breasts showing completely. Her nipples were stiff and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily. I couldn’t figure out whether to look into her eyes or at the sight before me. Finally, I looked into her eyes and once again apologized for “peeking”. This time she laughed and said “Actually, I take it as a compliment having a sexy young guy like you admiring my body. I enjoy it. It makes me feel good. Feel free to peek whenever you get the chance!” She sat down on my lap and put her arm around my shoulders. I could feel the heat of her bare bottom in my lap. I was getting almost dizzy from the thoughts going through my head. She kissed me directly on the lips and got up and headed for her room. On the way she said “I’m going to get dressed and go shopping. See you later.” All I could think was “What a tease!” I had to wait for my cock to go down before I could even get out of the chair.
I left for the day and didn’t get home until well after midnight. The house was dark and both my mother and Carrie were obviously asleep in their rooms. I was both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed that what I had been thinking about with Carrie probably wasn’t going to ever happen and relieved that I wouldn’t have to get teased again without any remedy other than my own hand. I showered, climbed into bed and went to sleep. Something woke me in the middle of the night. I heard the click of my door and some shuffling. I rolled over and looked up to see one of the most welcome sights I had ever experienced. In the moonlight that shone through the window Carrie stood next to my bed. She looked down on me put her finger to her lips and whispered “Shhhhhh”. As I watched she dropped her robe and then her night gown into a pool on the floor in front of her. She reached for my hand and pulled me to a standing position next to her beautiful, naked body. “You didn’t really think I could be so cruel as to leave you in the state you were in this morning ‒ did you?” She walked around behind me and pressed up against my body. Her hands slid under the waist band of my shorts and down to grasp my cock. It felt like a bar of steel but her hands felt like heaven. She pushed my shorts down then came around in front of my naked body and pressed up against me. My cock slid between her thighs. I could feel her pubic hair brush against it and the wetness of her cunt as the tip of it slid between her lips. She deep kissed me passionately. I could feel the tips of her breasts press into my chest. My heart raced as Carrie slid down to her knees in front of me and I imagined what was to come. As she looked up into my eyes she exclaimed “I’ve been thinking about the taste of your cock in my mouth since I saw you peeking into my room this morning.”
She reached around my ass and pulled me tight against her face as she deep throated me. She grasped the base of my cock with one hand and scratched my balls with the other as she licked the head of my cock and started to mouth fuck me. It didn’t take long before I could feel the cum rising in my cock. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face tight so that my cock was buried deep in her face and I blew everything. She drained me taking every drop and swallowing it. My knees almost gave out from the intensity. “I hope you’re not done for the night” she whispered, “I had plans for much more than this!” My cock hardened again instantly as I contemplated the possibilities. She whispered again “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock buried deep inside me.” I pushed her back on the bed, her legs splayed in anticipation of my cock, but I wasn’t ready to start that yet. I knelt between her legs and pressed her thighs apart with my hands. When she realized what I was doing she lifted her head up of the bed and I could hear the breath push out between her lips in anticipation of my tongue in her pussy. I slowly licked the inside of her thighs one at a time, stopping on each one just as the hairs of her pussy brushed my cheeks. I could smell the feminine juices leaking from her as she enjoyed my “teasing.” I reached up with my hands and pushed the lips of her pussy apart to open it for my tongue. I bent my head forward and blew gently into her pussy lips before sliding my tongue into them. Up and down, side to side. Her hips bucked from the intensity of her feelings. I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her tight against my face as I started lapping her clitoris. She bucked some more. I slid a finger, slick with her own juices, into her ass as I lapped away. She moaned “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop until I cum.” I didn’t. She exploded and sat bolt upright from the intensity until she had to push my face away. She fell backward onto the bed. “I can’t believe how intense that was” she whispered, “What can I do for you.” I took her face into my hands and pulled her to me. “That’s easy. I want to feel my cock in your pussy. I want to fuck you until you pass out from the intensity. I want to feel my cock empty inside you.” She smiled, slid back onto the bed and spread her legs apart. “I can’t wait” she replied as she took my cock and pulled it to the entrance of her pussy.
It’s nearly impossible to do justice in describing how it feels to have your cock slide into a woman as beautiful as she was. All the initial feelings are at the tip as it enters here pussy and pushes it open. But when you start to push forward, every inch of it feels the same sensation ‒ her pussy lips tightening around you. Then, when you are all the way in, you feel it all over. You feel in your cock, your balls, even your pubis as it presses tightly into her before you start to actually fuck. That’s what I felt in Carrie. I started to slowly fuck her. Slowly part way in and part way out. Then deeper and back out. I could feel my balls tighten in anticipation as they slapped against her ass. I could feel the wetness of our combined juices as I slid in and out of her. I pulled back out, took my cock in my hand, and started brushing the tip back and forth over her clitoris. She moaned and bucked some more. “Ohhhhh, that feels so good ‒ I’m close. I’m almost there. Put it back in. Please put it back in”.
“Turn over” I said. She hurriedly complied. The sight of her beautiful ass facing me was almost more than I could take. I grasped her hips and pulled back as I pushed forward into her. Again I experienced the wonderful feeling of my cock sliding through her pussy lips deep into her. We started to fuck in earnest. I slammed into her as she pushed back. The air was filled with the smell of her sex and the sounds of our lovemaking. The slapping of our hips against each other, her moans and my groans as we approached the ultimate climax. Finally, I slammed deeply into her and stayed as I felt my cock flex as it drained into her. She buried her face in the pillow as she climaxed. We fell forward on to the bed breathing heavily at our efforts. I rolled off and she rolled over to lie against me. “That was incredible” she exclaimed. As she got up to dress and head back to her room, her parting words were “I’m glad we’re both going to be here for a few more days. Maybe tomorrow we can shower together to start the day.”
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