After being my good self for the festive season, I had to do something about my pent up naughtiness. I called up the guy from last post and set up a date. It was quite late in the evening, so I was glad he could make it. And that deserves a reward, right?
I put on a tube top with a jacket and some tight pants. My son was in his room when I was about to leave but that’s no fun. I called him to the living room to tell him I was going out, but mostly, it was to show him how I was dressed. I wasn’t dressed too slutty, but just enough for someone my age. He joked “I hope you don’t freeze in that.” I liked how he silently acknowledged my outfit.
I then brought my date home late in the night, and he knew what was in store. He fucked me nice and hard like he did the last time. But this time, I was vocal. I moaned louder and although I am not naturally a vocal person in bed, I said words and phrases like “harder” and “right there.” Every time I said this, the thought my son could hear me (we share a wall) gave me a rush of horny and naughty goodness. Sadly, my date wasn’t vocal, but that would have been fun! I looked at the wall that my bedroom shares with my son’s, and wondered if I should get fucked against it, but decided not to. It seemed too much.