I Hate That I Did It

I had two twin boys really young with a wealthy father who moved me to the suburbs. Never had issues in our neighborhood, but a few years ago my bois started hanging out with a kid older than them who was rubbing me the wrong way. They had a group of 4, I would get constant complaints. My sons and their friend were a few years younger and very nerdy. Having an older kid who was much stronger than them and talked rough made me feel vulnerable. He was always flexing his muscles, talking about my tits to them, and peer pressuring my bois to go outside all the time. I confronted him one day and ended up pissed off because he didn’t take me seriously. Instead he joked about how the men in my family were weak. It struck a nerve, I threatened him and didn't want him inside our home.

A year went by, he ended up being held back. I spoke to my husband, asked him to come with me to talk with his family. My husband being an idiot told me he was busy. I went alone, huge mistake. His single father was a pos, I spotted signs of abuse. In his kitchen he smacked my ass, pulled my hair. Told me he could give me a good fuck. He poked his huge erection into my ass. I hate to say it, I was wet, but immediately ran out. I was disgusted, yet the sensation clouded my judgement. I kept wondering if his son was big for a while. I didn’t speak about it to my husband and he never asked.

It was summer now, I opened the door one day, it was his son again. He looked different, bigger, muscular, handsome. I should’ve never opened, but part of me wanted to talk. He asks if my bois are home, he had been trying to contact them. Turns out all his friends had outed him. I felt bad, he sounded empty. I offer him water, we talk. He’s incredibly charming now, more modest. I could feel him staring at me when my eyes drifted. My mind is racing, I’m a little scared when I notice the huge bulge in his pants. I want to tell him about his father, I freeze. He gets up and excuses himself, apologizes for taking time from my day. I stop him, I grip his shirt without thinking. He takes my lips, then turns me around, rubbing up on me and massaging my breasts. It felt good being taken, he was a man now. Harder than his father, bigger. I lose my touch, I’m bent over our couch being tongued out, flooding into his mouth. No words, until his shorts come off. He asks if he can fuck me. I stutter, I want to say no, he’s huge, now rubbing his head on my clit. I expect him to thrust but he pulls my neck back, orders me to push my hips into it. I should’ve stopped, I knew he wanted me, I wanted it, it hurt. Then he filled me up, the orgasm I never had. There was no hesitation, purely wild rough sex. I couldn’t think about anything but pleasure, his pace was exhausting. We hear the garage door opening, my husband was home. We scramble for our clothes, I’m a mess. He runs out, I’m in disbelief.

That night was painful, I don’t know if I lost my touch. I want it so bad again, I’m not sure I should ever see that kid again.