Trapped My Friend's Son
Seems to be other people with similar stories here, so I'll tell mine. My friend Jen and I have known each other since we were two single teen moms. We both got our lives back on track and later married, divorced (she did, I was widowed), went to school, and we have something resembling a career. We haven't always seen each other a lot even though we live close by, but we kept in touch.
Jen had a young adult son, Austin, her only child, and she'd always worried a lot about him. He was g*fted and graduated high school early. He was able to get a good job coding records, but was extremely shy and introverted. He was good looking but had never dated or shown any interest. Jen wondered if he was in the closet, asexual or what. I told her not to worry, good god there's plenty of time, and he's fine no matter who he is. But she can't let things take their course. I had always liked Austin, and despite myself, I started wondering too. I wondered what he would do if I flirted a little with him.
Near the end of summer in 2017 I had a yard sale. I live just outside of town on a back road, and not many people stopped to browse. I had a lot of items to carry back inside. My oldest child was on a road trip and my two younger kids were at a neighbor's house, so I decided to call Austin to help me. When I saw him get out of the car, I walked out my front door wearing a red bikini top (I still have a flat midriff!), low rise white short shorts and strappy 4 inch red heels. That's not an unusual outfit for me in the hot summer, except for exchanging my flip flops for those fuck me heels. That was intentional. Austin saw me and his eyes bugged out, but he quickly looked down as he walked toward me. I said, "Honey, you're looking handsome today! Why don't you start by helping me carry in those boxes." He quickly grabbed the boxes and carried them in. On one of the trips inside we were walking close together and I pretended to slip and nearly fall. Yeah, it was a pathetic and obvious move, but he was inexperienced, and it worked.
I fell into him and he slowly walked me inside. I went on about how great it was to have a good man nearby, and I put my hand on his chest and gave him a kiss on the cheek that wasn't completely innocent. I glanced down below his waist and there it was. A huge bulge. Ok, so it looks like he finds me attractive, he's just shy. I'll make the first move. I ran my hand from his chest down to his bulge and caressed it. I figured that ought to be clear enough for him, and it was. He turned me around, grabbed my ass and pressed me hard into his body. With his other hand he gripped my head and pressed his lips so hard against mine it hurt. It would have felt like assault if he weren't so virginal and sweet. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. He let out a groan and I was getting wetter by the second.
His eyes were darting around as he was kissing me, and I sensed he was trying to remember where a bedroom was. It'd been years since he'd been in my house. I pointed and and he whisked me up and carried me in there. That was totally unexpected, but I loved it. I thought he'd plop me down but he gently lay me on the bed and started fumbling with his clothes. I slipped out of my top and shorts but kept my heels.
When his briefs came off his cock popped out and bounced off his stomach, staying straight up. He was already dripping pre cum, and he was too hard for anything but the missionary. He stared at my pussy, hesitating, and I was pretty sure why. He was afraid he would poke around and embarrass himself trying to enter me. I spread my labia wide with my fingers to give him a clear target, so to speak. As he lowered himself on me, I helped him in.
He moaned and put his lips close to my ear. He whispered, "Thank you, Ms. D......." What a cutie. That's the first time I've ever been thanked. He started humping and it wasn't pretty, but I'd have been surprised if it was. He apologized, but I told him to take his time, don't worry, he'll get the hang of it. He did get going pretty well, but he wasn't going to last long. He kept kissing my neck, my face, tried to pay attention to my breasts, like he'd been reading a "How To" manual or something. He wasn't going to be able to hold out, so I didn't try to coach him. I figured we'd have other chances. He thrust hard one last time and froze, and then exhaled and relaxed on me. I told him he was great. He wasn't, but hey, we're raised to be polite around here.
He said he'd better leave. I told him there was no hurry, but he was embarrassed, and I didn't argue with him. He kissed me on the cheek and thanked me again. I said it was my pleasure and it didn't have to be the last time if he didn't want it to be. He didn't say anything, but he phoned about a week later. He wanted to know if he could come over. I said it wasn't a good time, but my kids would be gone for a while the next day, and he could stop by then. He did, and we started seeing each other regularly when we could. I taught him a lot, and he became a good lover for real. He was always eager to go down on me too, and I got addicted to that pretty quick.
But, one day it all hit the fan with Jen. Poor Austin, he was too honest to tell his mother a big lie, so he told her a small one. She wondered why he'd been leaving the house more and more over the months and he told her he was helping me with a few things around my house. Jen called me to make sure that was true. I said it was, sort of, and she asked what he was doing. I told her everything. I had to, because I was pregnant with Austin's child, and I wasn't going to terminate. She flipped out. Who could blame her, I would have too. When she calmed down, I told her three things. "Number one, you've got nothing to worry about when it comes to Austin. He's fine in every way, believe me. Two, you're going to have a grandchild, which I know you want (maybe not this soon). Three, Austin loves me, and I love him." She hung up before I could say anything else.
She must have started right in on Austin, because later that day he showed up at my door with his luggage. I was ecstatic to have him move in. I wasn't lying to Jen, we do love each other. He said he wanted to marry me, and my first thought was, that's sweet, but no way. But as time went on, I thought, why not? He's more mature for his age than any other guy I've known, including my late husband. Why shouldn't we? Shouldn't my daughter's parents be married, no matter the age difference? Life is short for all of us. So, we got married, and to hell with the gossip. We're happy. Austin was very devoted to me all through my pregnancy, and now he's absolutely crazy about his daughter. He gets along great with my other kids too, and I don't deny, it's nice to have a two income family.
Jen finally mellowed a little, and I'm glad. I never wanted to hurt her. She started coming around when I was about due to give birth, and she patched things up with Austin. And of course, her granddaugter means the world to her. She's still mad at me, but not so much that she can't joke about things. Every time I answer her phone call, she yells, "You trapped my son!" I say, "Well, that may be, but I gave you a granddaughter." She laughs and says something like, "I always knew you were a slut, but I thought you were an ethical slut. You're not." I say, "Mom, is that any way to talk to your daughter in law?" She cringes when I ..(continue confession)
