u/hiseroticstory Shared his version of our encounter together. I thought it was only fair to respond.
I remember the night in question well (How could I forget?). I’d known him since he was a little baby and he was always a cute little boy. A little bit shy, but absolutely delightful. I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a weirdo. I didn’t have any sexual feelings for him until he was about 17. He grew from being this cute boy into a very handsome young man. I felt weird about the fantasies I was having about him to begin with, and I tried to put them out of my mind.
On that fateful night I didn’t go downstairs with any intention to seduce him, or anything like it!
I was upstairs in bed, I heard him come in, and truthfully, just wanted some company. I hadn’t seen anybody all day, except my children. I usually sleep sans bra. So I put my bathrobe on quickly to cover up.
I admit, I probably was flirting with him a little. I couldn’t help myself :)
I never thought he’d be interested in me sexually, I assumed he saw me as a kind of aunt, and truthfully, he’s very attractive. Beyond his obvious shyness with girls his own age, he’s very popular with them. I’m happy with my husband and comfortable with my own body, but I know there are much more beautiful, younger women, he could date.
I crawled across the floor to avoid getting in the way of the T.V, I SWEAR!
When he said I was turning him on, I was shocked. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I was going to scald him and tell him to get out of my house. Then I saw his pleading, innocent, dark brown eyes, and I couldn’t be angry. I looked down and saw the bulge in his jeans and something clicked, all the repressed fantasies came flooding into my mind. I wanted him. I was powerless to resist.
I didn’t know if he’d had sex, or been with a woman before, but I suspected not. I crawled over to him, he said “slowly,” if it was slow, it was because I was unsure if he really wanted me to continue.
He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with such deep lust, it was exhilarating. Knowing that this gorgeous young man wanted me made me feel good about myself and seeing the visible tangible evidence was turning me on beyond belief.
I wanted to be gentle with him and give him chance to back out. When he said that I was turning him on, I thought he was coming on to me. Especially when I saw the bulge. It never occurred to me that he might be asking me to dress more modestly, but I wasn’t sure he’d want to continue when things started to get real.
I tried to take it as slow as possible and let him lead if he wanted. By this time I was aching for him to thrust whatever he was hiding in his jeans, deep between my legs. I was drenched. My heart was racing. The illicit nature of it all was exhilarating. I knew there was no going back, unless he stopped it. I kind of wanted him to stop it but badly hoped he didn’t.
When I ran my hand along his thigh, the look on his face, the deer in the headlights look, made my heart melt. I was dying to see, and to feel, his cock. I was hoping he’d show me. He didn’t, but nodded as if he was ok with me seeing, so I started to unbuckle his belt. I expected him to stop me. He still didn’t! I kept going, heart pounding faster and faster. When I touched his cock and felt his excitement, it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me. I thought, if that’s what happens when I touch it with my hand, I need to feel him in my mouth. I was on a kind of autopilot then, I don’t remember getting on my knees, but I remember being there. I’ve been with uncircumcised men, including my husband. It’s a bit of risk to roll back a man’s foreskin, and I know from experience it’s usually better to be gentle. I couldn’t resist it, so as gently as possible I gently wrapped my hand around his shaft and pulled it back, hoping he’d stop me if it was uncomfortable. I remember how much resistance there was, and how tight it seemed by comparison. I was worried I might have hurt him, but apparently not.
I badly wanted to put my mouth around his, appropriately gorgeous, dick, but I felt I needed to give him one last chance to back out, so I pursed my lips ready to kiss it instead, he let out a very masculine groan (Super hot) before my lips even made contact. This was definitely happening now, so I went in, ready to taste him, ready to feel him in my mouth, exhilarated by the anticipation. Suddenly, I felt a hot splash across my face, I was surprised, I didn’t even see it coming (pun intended).
The mix of feelings was intense, I was excited and turned on, but disappointed that it was over so quickly, and relieved because maybe my infidelity wouldn’t become even more extreme and outrageous.
One thing I knew for sure, I needed to get myself and him in the shower and cleaned up, however it was going to develop from there…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jpjcmw/fmstr8_an_overwhelming_response_a_response_to