My son's friend

My son's friend(Written recently, I wanted to do something that was taken from a woman's point of view. I'd be interested to hear if people think I have got it right or if I am wide of the mark)When I got home, there was a small package on the floor among the post that had arrived and was piled on the floor of the entrance lobby; a plain grey plastic sack with only my address on it. I picked it up, gave it a brief scan and walked to the kitchen to find some scissors.Putting my bag, car keys and the package on the table, I got the scissors from out of the kitchen drawer. I pulled the delivery note from its window and read, "Midnight Attraction range, two sets." I felt my heart skip. They've arrived! I looked around but knew I was alone. My son Mike wasn't due back from college for at least an hour, so I slipped the scissor blade under the flap and cut the top edge before tipping the contents onto the table.The "Midnight Attraction" set. I had been thinking about buying this particular lingerie for a while now but every time I went to click the "Buy now" button, I had chickened out. Until last week, when I just did it and thought, "Hang the consequences." It was my money and if I wanted to buy some sexy underwear, then so what? Besides, who'd know? If I didn't like it, I'd discretely get rid of it.The first item was a black sheer bra and French knickers set. I picked up the knickers and ran my hand over the smooth material. It felt sumptuous to the touch and I really could not wait to try them on. The bra was small and, if the catalogue photo was any indication, would really help show my cleavage off. I had a top in mind to go with that as well; a button-front black t-shirt that I could undo to whatever level of tease I felt appropriate. The guys wouldn't know what had hit them.The second set was the one that had had taken a lot of courage for me to buy and I had really been unsure as to whether or not to go through with the purchase. I'm not backwards in coming forward but even I hesitated at such a revealing outfit. I had bought it to use on a holiday in Spain later in the year and it consisted of a bra and thong in vibrant, scarlet red. When I say "bra" and "thong", I'm talking extremely minimal. The bra had barely enough material to cover my nipples. As for the thong, well, at first I was unsure as to which way would put it on. It had no fabric panels at all; just the elasticated string that went around my hips and under my crotch. This would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. I'd seen photos of Brazilian women wearing them recently and was impressed by their confidence. I'd shown the photos to one friend who was horrified and another who though it was really cool. Personally, the idea of being "clothed" but being naked to all intents and purposes really turned me on. It would certainly give other people something to enjoy.I put the grey sack in the recycling, tucking it underneath other papers and card, so Mike wouldn't see it. At sixteen, he and I are completely open about "adult" subjects but I wasn't sure about throwing something like this in his face. After all, I'm his mum. What would he think if he saw me in such openly provocative clothing? Little did I know...I picked up the lingerie sets and went to my bedroom. Placing the underwear on the bed, I got undressed and went for a shower. I was really keen to try them on, to see how I felt in them and what they would look like on. Before I did that, I wanted to be fragrant fresh when I wore them. I had gone to the beautician only last week for a waxing session so my body was still silky smooth. I stepped into the shower and ran the gloriously hot water over my tingling skin. I poured some of my favourite body lotion onto a sponge and gently soaped my wet body, enjoying the sensation as the sponge skirted over my breasts and down m belly. I could not stop thinking about those new outfits and, as I placed the sponge back onto its glass shelf and let the water rinse the foam off, I felt my hand on my thigh as I parted my legs. Leaning against the tiled wall, the water flowing powerfully over my head, I closed my eyes and let my fingers work their magic on my labia, then my clit. Just the thought of someone seeing me in that clothing and wanting me was enough. No sooner had I slipped my finger inside, I felt the unstoppable force of the climax burst out of me. My legs felt weak as the torrent flowed, forcing me harder against the wall until it finally subsided. Panting at the surprising effort it had expended, I composed myself a little, removed the shower head from its hook and directed the shower stream between my legs. While washing away the cum, it also continued to stimulate and I was reluctant to return it to the hook.I pressed the button to turn off the water and stood under the flow until the shower's water tank had emptied. Sweeping my hair back, I reached for a towel and patted myself dry. I was still tingling and trembling after my little episode but I was keen to try out the new stuff.Stepping back into the bedroom, I decided to try the black number. I had loved the way the translucent, satin-smooth fabric had felt on my hand and couldn't wait to try it all on now. I stepped into the knickers, enjoying the sensation of the fabric as it glided up my silken legs. Adjusting the waistband to my comfort, I took a look in the cheval mirror. Wow! They looked great. I turned around and looked over my shoulder."Not bad, Susan. Not bad at all." I said, to no one in particular. I reached to the bed and picked up the matching bra. It had clasps at the front; a feature I was not used to but something new I wanted to try. I slipped my arms through the straps, fastened the clasps between my breasts and adjusted myself into a comfortable state of dress before taking another look at my reflection.Considering I had a teenage son, I was pleased with how my body had coped. Regular gym sessions and cycling had helped keep both a flabby tummy and the dreaded bingo wings at bay. I was still a size 12, a size 10 even in some shops, so there was plenty to be nevşehir escort pleased about. This underwear showed my body off beautifully. The bra's construction pushed my breasts up nicely, allowing their full 36DD to be displayed just enough to arouse interest.As I let my mind wander, I heard the distinctive click of the garden gate latch. Was Mike home already? What was the time? How long had I spent in that shower? I put on my white satin dressing gown and looked discretely out the window. It wasn't Mike at all but his friend Aaron. I had forgotten that he was coming round today to do some study practice with Mike. But where was Mike? I was at the back of the room so he'd not be able to see me but I had a clear view of the back half of the garden.Aaron looked to be in his own world, whistling to himself. It was a beautiful day and he had on a white and blue check shirt over well-fitting jeans. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and flowing freely in the light breeze. As he closed the garden gate, he turned to walk to the house, the light, warm sirocco opening the shirt and exposing his taut, well-defined chest. I had known him since he was at nursery and he was Mike's oldest friend. He and Mike lived in each other's pockets and I reckon that Aaron ate here as much as he did at his own house. He would often come round the back to let himself in and I'd lost count as to how many times I'd come home to find him looking in our fridge to make a sandwich or take one of Mike's beers. I liked him a lot.As he stood in the garden, I was amazed at how much he'd grown since I knew him; he was now a very handsome young man and I bet the girls were very interested in him. With that tanned, toned torso, blonde hair and that fantastic smile, what's not to like?I snapped myself out of my reverie and just watched Aaron as he closed the gate and walked down the path. He made his way to the kitchen door but stopped by the washing line. As I watched, I saw that something had caught his eye. He seemed very interested in my white broderie anglais thong, pegged about a third of the way up the line. I watched with fascinated interest, still tingling from my recent showering pleasure. He stopped where he was and looked around; first across the neighbouring fences and then towards the kitchen. Fortunately, he didn't look up. From where I was standing, he wouldn't have seen me watching him but still... Satisfied that there was no one about, he stepped towards the line and reached up for the thong. He touched the triangular section of fabric, first with his index finger, then his palm and finally he rubbed the material between his hands.I wasn't sure what to think. He looked a little guilty at his behaviour. On the other hand, I wasn't sure whether I should be shocked or turned on. As it was, it was the latter. My boy's friend likes what he sees; I've still got it.Now, other thoughts were going through my head. He's got such a great body and he obviously likes what he sees, if the way he behaved with that thong is anything to go by. The thing is, I liked the fact that he was attracted to the underwear; my underwear. I could feel myself getting damp again.With my new, very sexy outfit on, should I let him see? God; what was I thinking? This is all so very wrong but my mind was racing now. I was still clothed, after all but would it be so bad if he saw me, even if it was just a glimpse? I tried to think how I could contrive it that he did see but make it look unintentional.He was still standing at the washing line so, feeling both c***dish and naughty, I sidled over to the side wall and waited, making sure he was not looking at the house. As he turned to come in, I walked past the window and allowed the gown to slip off my shoulder, exposing my new bra. I stopped at the window and slipped the gown off before continuing out of sight.Walking over to the back wall, I looked out again. It had worked. Mike had stopped where he was and was now looking up at my bedroom window. "Now what do I do?" I thought. Before thinking it through, I walked up to the window and reached up in pretence of adjusting the curtain, giving him a full frontal view of me in my underwear. Not looking down, I picked up my gown and left the room. I waited on the landing for a few seconds, listening for the sound of the kitchen door opening.As soon as I heard the door closing, I called down. "Is that you, Mike?""Hello Mrs Anderson. No, it's Aaron. Am I all right to come in?""Hi Aaron. Of course. I'll be there in a bit but could you put the kettle on?""Sure."My mind was now racing. Should I stop there, or what? I was shaking. It was all wrong yet the excitement in me was palpable. My hands were feeling sweaty, so I bent down to place them on the bed, as I looked out of the window, my open gown loosely fallen to one side."Oh, sorry. I came up to ask if you wanted tea or coffee."I hadn't heard Aaron come up the stairs and had left my door open when I came back in, so he got a full view of my ass when he stepped in. I didn't jump up but, thinking quickly, slowly stood up and turned to him, taking hold of the sides of my gown. I didn't close it straightaway but gave him a glimpse of my partly clothed body before tying the gown with a loose knot."Hiya. Good day?" I asked, casually. "Er, yeah. You know - same old same old." He was blushing but he didn't run off. Despite our small talk, I could see that he liked what he had seen, if the bulge in his jeans and his furtive glances down at my body were anything to go by. While I still had the courage, I took my chance."Can I ask a favour, Aaron?""Sure.""I'll be honest; I'd forgotten you were coming over today, so I thought I'd have had more time to myself, as Mike wouldn't normally be home for another hour.""Oh, right. Mike is staying late at the college. He's having another tuition session for his project. He'll not be back before six.""Ah, OK. He didn't tell me but never mind. Anyway; I'd ordered this underwear and really don't know whether it looks any good on me. This is a bit cheeky but would niğde escort you take a photo of me, so I can see properly?"I waited to see how he would react. If he flustered, then that would be the end of it and we could just get on with our day. If he replied positively, though."I guess so. Where's your phone? I presume you don't want me to use my phone?""Best not, hey?"I couldn't believe it. Here was I, in completely see-through underwear, this gorgeous young man in front of me with a raging erection that he could not hide. Before I lost my nerve, I turned to the dressing table and picked up the phone."Thanks Aaron. Are you sure you're OK with this?" I asked, handing him the phone."Why not? You worry too much, Mrs A. If you don't mind me saying, you are definite MILF material. You look great."I was already wet and part of me hoped he could tell that. And he called me a MILF. Already my labia had swollen at the thought and the sheer material was now glistening. Men cannot hide their excitement but Aaron would be under no illusion that I was also excited at this point. "How should I stand?" I asked. "I'll take the gown off first. Could you do me from the front and from behind?" I made no attempt to disguise the double entendre.Letting the gown drop to the floor, I stood and faced him, legs together but that made me sway a little, so I parted my legs just enough for him to get a good, long look.He looked at me and then at the phone's screen, before rolling off a few shots. I could see he was shaking but he maintained an air of attempted calm. "OK", he said. "Turn round."I did as I was told and he took a few more shots. As he finished, I looked over my shoulder to see him staring open-eyed at the screen. Smiling, I bent over to pick up the gown, staying down long enough for him to get a full view of my ass and legs before I stood back up and put the gown back on."Let's have a look, then", I said. He handed me the phone, his hand still shaking. I deliberately stood close to him, our arms touching, so we could both see the images."Well, that looks all right, I think. You're a man; what do you think?""Er...""Oh, I know but, if you saw a woman dressed like that, what would you normally think?""Really? Wow. Wow is what I'd think.""OK. Good. Now, I actually bought two outfits for my Spain trip but I don't know if I have the bottle to wear the other one. Would you like to see it?""Yes, sure."I leant across the bed, allowing the gown to slip to one side again and reached for the red set."I saw this in a site about Brazil. Those girls are very brave but this would be great for sunbathing. If I had the nerve.""Blimey. It's tiny.""It is, isn't it? Do you think I would look silly in it?""I dunno. Don't think so, though.""Should I get a photo of that one, too?""If you want.""OK, I'll pop into the bathroom. I'll be right back."Grasping the tiny bikini, I left him looking at me and then the phone screen. Despite himself, he couldn't help but adjust his dress. That raging erection was getting uncomfortable, by the look of it.I quickly changed, put the gown back on and stepped back into the room. I was actually very self-conscious now and wasn't sure I had the nerve, so kept the gown wrapped around me. When I came in, though, I felt all manner of desire, looking at Aaron. It was all wrong but I really wanted him now."Well, here goes nothing," I said to him. "Be warned; it's VERY tiny.""You don't have to if you'd rather not." "No, it's fine. After all, if I can't feel comfortable showing it to someone I know, I'll be no good in front of strangers. So long as you?re OK with it."He smiled. He SMILED. I felt a shiver of electricity at the thought of this young man being attracted to me, or at least the idea of seeing me in this outfit."So, do you think I look all right in this?" I opened my gown again. "Do you like what you see now?" I let the gown drop to my elbows. My nipples were by now fully erect and I had parted my legs because I was getting too wet at the thought of what was going through my mind. He had such a lovely, taut body and I wanted him to see what I had but didn't want to scare him off.He started fidgeting. I wasn't sure if he was trying to find an excuse to leave or an excuse to stay. His erection hadn't gone, though. Maybe he just wanted to go to his room and sort himself out. After a moment's awkward silence, I broke the tension."I'm sorry. I've embarrassed you.""No. No, you haven't. It's just that, well, you're my mate's mum. I shouldn't look at you like that.""Like what?""Well, you know, sexually.""Is that what you're doing?" I teased.He blushed crimson. I laughed. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. Let's be straight here. Do you like what you see? I mean, really like?""I suppose.""You suppose? Well, I should be insulted.""No. I mean, yes. I mean...""It's fine, really. Tell you what, let me get changed again. I think this set might be for another time. Stay there."I darted back into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked into the mirror and could see I was panting. I couldn't believe that what had started out as a bit of fun by myself had developed into me unwittingly seducing my son's best friend. Taking a deep breath, I changed back into the satin underwear, slipped the gown back on and walked back into the bedroom."OK, this feels a bit better. So; you suppose you like what you see?""I'm sorry. I don't know what to say now.""Stop it, it's fine. Tell you what; I'll take the lead. If you're uncomfortable, I'll stop, all right?"Before he could answer, I took his hand and placed it on my belly."All right?" I asked."Yes.""OK. And this?" I lifted his hand and placed it on my breast."I could have said, 'you can look but not touch' but are you still all right?" Still I could see his bulge, pulsating against the denim. I took my hand away.He kept his hand on my breast. I felt him give it the slightest of squeezes and a surge of pleasure went through me. He looked down at my breasts. "You like?" I asked. He mouthed, silently. "Yes."Whether it was deliberate or u*********s, I felt his other escort bayan hand on my belly. As he continued to cup my breast with his right hand, his left slid down over the moist, satin fabric. I made no attempt to stop him. My pupils dilating, I let out a quiet gasp."Sorry," he said."No, that's nice." I reassured him. "Do you want more?""Really?""Really. But, if you do, then I want to see something. Would that be all right?""What do you mean?""It's all right. I'm not going to let you fuck me. But I do want to see how much of a man you've grown into."Looking a little nervous, he asked, "You want me to take my shirt off?""Hmm. For starters, perhaps."As it was already undone, removing his shirt was not hard and he let me pull it off his arms, revealing that lovely torso."You've got some good genes in you, Aaron. The girls must love that."He didn't answer but coughed in embarrassment. I felt it was now or never. "Well, fair's fair. You showed me. Now, let me..." I unclasped the hook at the front of my bra, opened it up and let it fall by the bed. My breasts were heaving at the thoughts that rushed through my mind, my nipples fully erect. I guided his left hand around to the side of my knickers and slipped his finger under the waistband."Will you remove them, or shall I?""You can do it." he replied, nervously."Really? Oh, all right but if I do, those jeans are coming off, too."He clearly didn't need telling twice. Kicking his trainers off, he undid his belt and took his jeans off. He was wearing what was now a pair of very tight shorts and I could see the tip of his shaft poking through the front opening. I felt a flush of desire as he stood there. I pulled my knickers down to reveal the smooth mound, now engorged and needing satisfaction."Remember, you can touch but there'll be no fucking. Got it?"Of course. Shit. OK.""Shall we start by getting on to the bed? If you go round that side, I'll get on here."I sat on the bed as he walked round, getting a decent look at his tiny, tight ass, before lying on the bed on my side, facing him. He joined me, still in his shorts."What would you like first?" I asked. "Touch? Taste?""You've got lovely tits, Mrs A.""Mrs A? Really? I think that, under the circumstances, you should be calling me Susan. Anyway, do you want to kiss them?"He leant across and I felt his lip brush the nipple. He seemed keen not to rush in; either that or he was having second thoughts. Before he could back off, I placed a hand on the back of his head and gently drew him in so he could suck the nipple. "Mmm, that's nice." I told him and, as I did, I could feel his tongue lap my areola, sending another shiver through me.I took his hand and placed it on my belly button, with my hand a little higher so he had no choice but to either take his hand away or let it move down.He made the right choice. I felt his fingers splay open as the hand moved down, stopping just as he reached the opening. Keeping my hand on his head, I parted my legs very slightly and guided his other hand down further. I felt a single finger enter and gave out a gasp. The finger retracted."No, that's good. Gently now; you're doing fine," I reassured him but he lifted his head and moved the hand back up to my breast. I looked at him and smiled. "Are you all right?""I think so.""Is this nice?""Yes.""Good. Now, I'd like you to take those shorts off.""You said..."I know what I said. Shorts."Looking slightly sheepish, he sat up and peeled the black shorts off over his legs, kicking them to the foot of the bed. I put my hand on his chest and gently laid him down. Looking across him, I felt a pang of desire. I had been determined that he wouldn't be inside me but I so wanted to feel him. I kissed his chest and ran a finger down to his crotch. He squirmed a little as my hand cupped his balls but didn't stop me. I slid my hand up and closed my fingers around his swollen shaft. Lifting it to almost vertical, I gently clasped and pulled his foreskin back. Holding it briefly, I started to pull it back and forth, seeing the pre-cum develop at the tip. I stopped briefly to look at him."You like?"He was gasping, unable to speak, so I took my chance. Running my tongue up his shaft, I closed my mouth over that moist tip, lapping the pre-cum with my tongue. I felt him jerk and withdrew, fearing he might cum there and then but he moved me on to my back, slid down the bed and parted my legs. As I lifted my knees, I felt his lips make a seal over my fanny and suddenly felt his tongue ram inside me. It was such a shock, that I felt my back arch as the orgasm, now unstoppable, fired out of me as I screamed with ecstasy. "Oh my FUCK!"My entire body shook with the effort, as wave after wave of climax pounded out of me. He moved his head away, shocked at the reaction but I forced it back down, not wanting the feeling to stop. When the climax finally subsided, I took a deep breath."Fuck, I didn't expect that. Come here."I rolled him onto his back again knelt alongside him, positioning my ass provocatively near his face. Reaching down again, I sucked greedily on his entire length. I could feel his fingers still playing with my clit and could feel another build up. He placed his hands between my legs, lifting one and twisting his body to place his face directly under me. I felt his hands on my buttocks as he pulled my ass down, his tongue once again lapping at the juices now flowing freely out of me. I sucked harder.And harder. I wanted there to be a result for him and it wasn't long before I could feel the tell-tale twitching of his cock as my mouth continued its work. I wasn't going to let him cum in my mouth but I wanted him to complete, so I slid off him and started working him with my hand.Now, I'm a woman, so I'm allowed to change my mind. I released him and looked into his eyes. Before I changed my mind or he had the chance to object, I swung a leg over him, took his cock and slipped it into my hot, wet, pussy. Squeezing tightly on his length, I continued to gently slide up and down and, as I felt him reach the point of no return, I clamped my pelvic muscles tightly on him. The reaction was instant and I watched his eyes widen as the powerful stream of cum rushed into me. As he started to catch his breath, I gave that rod of his one more squeeze before releasing him and sidling up to his perspiring body."I'll have tea, please."