Young Admirer

by John Anais

I became sexually active when I was thirteen, and became pregnant by a college boy when I was fifteen. My family's attitude was that if you were old enough to play, you were old enough to accept the consequences, and I was denied an abortion. At sixteen, I gave birth to my son Jason, and I do have to say that I've never regretted bringing him into the world. He has been a source of joy to me since he was a baby. Of course, it has made my love life a little difficult, to say the least. When I was in my teens, it was hard to get out on the weekends because I would have to find a sitter (my parents were separated, and I lived with my mother, who was out nearly every Friday and Saturday night). Then, as I got older and moved out on my own, I discovered that the guys my age had no desire to assume the responsibility of a school aged son. So, despite some pretty promising times, I have had very little excitement in my life.

My son is now sixteen, the same age that I was when I had him, and I am beginning to get out a little more frequently, since I no longer feel that I have to have anyone watching over him all the time. Jason's at that age where he wants to be dealt with as an adult, yet he's still such a young kid. It always seems to come as a great shock to him that I have many of the same likes and dislikes as he does. The other day, in fact, he said to me, "wow, Mom, you're not as old as I think you are!" I of course got a big laugh out of that.

In truth, I don't look anything like the mother of a teenager; in fact I look more like a teenager myself. I'm pretty petite, only about 5'1", and very slender, with small breasts and a firm bottom (thanks to a job where I'm on my feet most of the time). I wear my shoulder-length brown hair in a ponytail most of the time, rarely wear makeup except if I'm going out on a date, and usually wear what kids my son's age wear when I'm not at work. Rece ntly, in fact, I had to meet with his counselor after he took the PSAT and was walking through the halls when I was stopped by the assistant principal, who wanted to know why I wasn't in class. I had the hardest time convincing him that I was a mother, and not a student.

Jason has begun bringing his friends home lately, and it's not unusual for me to walk into a house full of teenagers. Most of them have known me for a while now, but every once in a while a young man will hit on me as I walk in the door. Jason usually comes to my rescue, yelling out "hi, Mom!" when this happens, and the result is a very embarrassed young man. I always tell them not to let it bother them, that I find it flattering. And I do. In fact, sometimes his friends are quite handsome and muscular, and I find myself spending a little extra time changing my clothes....

A few weeks ago, I was making dinner on a Saturday afternoon when there was a knock at the kitchen door. I answered the door and found an extremely handsome dark haired boy standing behind it. He was about six feet tall, a little taller than my son, quite muscularly built, and had piercing dark eyes and strong masculine features; in short, he was beautiful.

"Is this the Kelley house?" he asked tentatively. "Yes, it is, may I help you?" I asked, figuring he was probably a friend of Jason's, but I wasn't too sure.

"Yeah, is your brother home?" I burst out laughing, having to brace myself on the door to keep from falling over. I saw the look on his face, and felt badly. "I'm sorry....I'm his mother. Come on in." He just stood there looking at me, his face very red. "Oh, honey, it happens all the time," I said reassuringly, "please, I'm sorry. Come on in." I took the young man's hand and led him into the kitchen. "What's your name, cupcake?"

"Oh, me? I'm Josh," he said. "JASON! JOSH IS HERE!" I called down the hall of our apartment. "He'll be with you in a second, Josh. I'm just cooking dinner. Have you eaten yet?" He grunted something that sounded like yes, so I continued on with my preparations.

As I cooked, I could feel Josh's eyes on me. I was wearing a T shirt, jeans and sandals, not particularly alluring, but he seemed to be quite taken with me. I tried to engage him in some small talk, and got the usual one-word answers one normally gets from a teenager. I decided not to press the issue any further.

Jason bounded into the room. "Hey, Josh, 'sup?" "'Sup, Jason." "I gotta eat first. Dinner ready Mom?" "All set, sweetheart," I said and put the plates on the table. "Josh, are you sure you don't want something to eat?"

"That's OK, Mrs. Kelley. Can I use your bathroom?"

"It's Miss Kelley, and it's right down the hall." Josh disappeared down the hall and I heard the door close.

"He seems really nice, Jason, but a little quiet...." I said. "Oh, he's OK, Mom, just has a big family and he doesn't get to talk much," my son replied, grinning. "Jason! You're bad!" I said, laughing as I hit him with a dishtowel.

We were well into our meal by the time Josh came out of the bathroom. He sat down next to Jason and just looked at me, then looked down at the table and rocked back and forth. Jason gulped his milk down, then said, "we're gone. Come on Josh." I warned him, "remember, Jason, midnight! I'll be here waiting!" "OK, Mom."

"It was nice meeting you, Josh," I said to the quiet boy, and he looked at me, smiled and nodded, then turned and walked out with Jason.

Something told me to check the bathroom; I was concerned that Josh might be on drugs or something. I walked in and turned on the light, and searched all over for signs of any paraphernalia. None. I opened the clothes hamper just on a guess and looked in, and noticed that the black silk French cut bikini panties that I had worn on Monday were lying on top of the dirty clothes. That's odd, I said, and picked them up. The slightly bleachy smell gave me what I was looking for; pulling the waistband open, I found a huge load of sticky semen, fresh out of Josh's teenage cock. He had been jerking off into my panties while Jason and I were eating. I felt hot as I thought of him in the bathroom, dreaming of me, rubbing his cock with my panties, and suddenly I found myself totally turned on by it, fantasizing about him and sucking his cum off of my underwear, swallowing every drop of his load. It was a taste that I had nearly forgotten, a feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time, the feeling of being wanted, desired, needed...

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"Mom," Jason said as we sat at breakfast a couple of days later, "Josh and I were thinking about going to the concert next week at the Auditorium."

"Sure, sweetheart, it sounds like fun," I answered, "maybe I'll go with you guys."

"Mom....."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, sweetheart, I was just kidding. Go have a good time."

"Can Josh spend the night then?"

"Sure, why not?" I responded. Inside, my guts turned to mush as I thought of this young man sleeping in my home, being just a couple of rooms away, wanting me.....

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Jason and Josh came back from the concert and were chatting away as they sat at the kitchen table. I had never heard Josh talk this much; of course, I had only just met the young man, and he hadn't been very talkative then. I was dressed as though I had come home from a date, wearing a silk blouse, short skirt, black stockings and high heels, perfume, makeup and earrings. Josh had told me that he thought I looked really nice several hours before as they were leaving for the concert. He had had a few hours to think about me now, and I was interested to see what he would do.

We all went to bed at about midnight. I went to my room and put on a sheer nightgown with tiny matching panties and lay down. My room had a door into the bathroom, so I would know when anyone went in.

At about 12:30, I heard my son snoring, and heard footsteps coming down the hall. I could hear the bathroom door close and the light flick on. I went to the door and looked through the keyhole.

Josh was sitting on the toilet, looking through the clothes hamper. I had left a particularly sexy pair of panties in there for him, and he found them with very little effort. He lay them on the sink, then stood up and dropped his undershorts. My mouth went dry as I saw his erect cock. He was better hung than most of the men I had been out with in my life, including Jason's father. I would have to have it...

Josh began to rub the panties against his cock and I could see him mouth my name: "Miss Kelley, oh...Miss Kelley..."

I turned the knob and walked in, smiling my sexiest smile for him. His eyes flew open and my panties dropped to the floor. He started to say something, but I shushed him and knelt on the floor in front of him. I looked him right in the eyes as I licked my lips, then gripped his cock at the base and licked it from bottom to top. A bit of precum was oozing from the tip; I tongued it off and smiled, then stood, taking his hands as I did, and pulled him into the bedroom.

"Josh, I have two rules," I whispered. "The first one is that Jason is NEVER to find out about this. NO talking about it in school, no telling your friends about it, NOTHING! This is our secret." "Yes, Miss Kelley," he said, no doubt a little embarrassed and shy. "What's the second rule?"

"In this room, in this bed, my name is Sandi." I smiled at him in the half-darkness and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my open mouth against his and sucked his tongue into my mouth. He kissed pretty well for a shy boy, and as I ran my fingers through his hair he reached up and began to caress my breasts gently. I ran my fingers over his muscular body; he was quite a specimen and I told him so. "I lift weights," he said, somewhat proudly.

"Do you lift weights with your cock, sweetheart?" I asked him devilishly, and wrapped my hand around it, stroking it up and down. He started to laugh, but I quieted him. He became very intense then and pushed me back on the bed, lying on top of me, looking me right in the eyes. "I want you, Sandi," he growled, and I could feel his big cock pressed up against my pussy through my sheer panties. He would be halfway into me if I weren't wearing them, as hard as he was and as wet as I was.

I reached down with both hands, pulling the crotch of my panties aside with one hand and catching hold of Josh's cock with the other. "Fuck me, Josh," I said as I guided him into me. He slid into me with one long push. "Slow down, honey! I want this to last...."

Josh began to pump me slowly and was really grinding deep. I never felt so totally filled up as I did with this young man's cock, and it was bringing me close to the brink. I grabbed a pillow and bit it as my orgasm ripped through me, then I noticed Josh bury his face into the pillow beside me and grunt as his cum poured into me.

We lay in the dark, kissing, for a good half an hour, and his cock was still hard as a rock inside me. "Josh, honey, you'd better get back to bed..."

"I want you to suck me, Sandi," he said, and slipped out of me. He straddled me with his cock right in my face. I opened my mouth and took it in. Josh put his hand behind my head and guided me back and forth as I sucked him. Five minutes later, he sprayed the back of my throat with his cum. It sure tasted a lot better right out of him than licking it off my panties.

Josh had left before I got up the next morning, but I was sure to see him again, and I hoped for more of him.