Secret Affair With Friend's Son 05

The next morning, I woke up to find Adam asleep in my bed. I recalled him to be too exhausted to move after that last blowjob, so I was unsure whether he'd slipped inside in the middle of the night or earlier in the morning. He lay only in his boxer shorts and while I already found him adorable, the peaceful look of bliss on his face as he slept was just something else. I smiled, kissing him on the cheek and slipping myself out from under the covers.

I took a quick shower before throwing on a comfortable but form-hugging white tank top with a black thong, and nothing more. Adam was still asleep by the time I came out, so I made my way to the kitchen to ready us some coffee and breakfast. A few minutes in I heard his footsteps approach, and I turned to find a yawning, very groggy expression adorning his face. He hadn't bothered freshening up. I assumed he'd woken to find the woman he'd dicked down the prior night missing next to him in bed and, like a lost puppy, had moved to find her.

"Good morning." I smiled at him.

"Morning." He replied, holding back another yawn.

"Breakfast's ready, sit down." I instructed him.

As compliant as ever, he took a seat on the table, watching my back profile as I added the last touches to our breakfast sandwiches - a staple at this point. I saw from the corner of my eyes his own firmly glued to my thong-clad ass, and smiled again. The thin lining of the thong's middle strip looked thread-like with my fat, round cheeks smothering it towards the center, and while I didn't blame him for looking, I found it amusing that he unabashedly did so in his current, half-asleep state.

"I don't remember you sliding into my bed." Such shamelessness, too, demanded teasing. "You didn't take advantage of a sleeping woman, did you?"

"No, no. I woke up around eleven and came to your room, thinking you'd be awake too." The grogginess on his face evaporated as he quickly rushed to explain himself. "But you weren't, so I just lay down next to you. I swear I didn't do anything."

"It's okay." I smiled at his flustered state, a state that only drove me to tease him further. "Although, I wouldn't have minded if you did..."

Adam blushed, as I giggled through another successful attempt at unnerving him, turning around and serving us the now-ready sandwiches. We ate in silence, the eighteen year old taking turns in looking at his food, my face and the way my sizable breasts stretched the flimsy material of the tank top.

"I'll be heading to my place in a bit to get some files. You wanna come with?" I broke the silence a couple of minutes in, leaving my promise of showing him my glass dildo out for him to remember.

"Sure." He replied matter-of-factly, and I got the gist that he'd be willing to follow me wherever I'd go, doubting he even remembered our mid-sex conversation from last night.

"Okay, we'll head out after lunch." I said, wrapping up breakfast.

Adam occupied himself with taking a shower while I cleaned up the kitchen. With it all tidy, I thought of ways to kill the time before our trip to my place, and soon found myself in the TV lounge browsing through some movie options.

"Hey, what are you up to?" I heard Adam approaching, looking back to find him standing in the hallway in a loose T-shirt and shorts, his usual attire at home.

"Looking for a movie to watch."

"Want me to recommend one?" He walked over. I was on the sofa with my legs propped up as he took a seat right adjacent to them. I handed him the remote and he picked out a title I hadn't seen before.

"Do you like comedy?"

I was still completely bottomless with the exception of a black thong, and Adam shortly glanced at the skin of my outstretched legs before pointing his gaze to my face.

"If it's any good."

"It's a favorite of mine."

"Sure, then."

Adam smiled, clearly excited from the notion of us spending time together again, hitting play as we watched the opening credits roll.

Throughout the movie, he kept stealing glances at my legs, and when he thought I weren't looking, at the side-profile of my covered but bulging breasts. Up until just a month back I could have never imagined seating myself next to him in such a flimsy attire, but we'd gotten close since and that too quite rapidly. I found myself not just completely comfortable in such exposure around him, but holding back a selfish smile from how greedily I had an eighteen year old eyeing my much older self up.

The movie was great, legitimately quite funny with a lot of adult humor and, something I should have seen coming, an abundance of sex scenes. The little rascal had picked it on purpose, and I saw from the corner of my eye his glances increase ten folds whenever things got hot and steamy on screen. Maybe he'd hoped to turn me on, anticipating some potential mid-movie action. I smiled at his brazenness, and while the scenes were pretty good, it was going to take more for me to just climb over and jump his bones.

I'd stretched my legs further about half way in, and mindlessly reaching the limit of the distance between us, found them making contact with Adam's thigh. I was just about to pull back when he grabbed my feet and placed them in his lap, allowing me to now lay fully outstretched. We looked at each other and I smiled at him, not minding the added comfort, and he smiled back. I turned my gaze to the screen again, while Adam's stayed on my now-ballooning bulge of tits. I was laying on the sofa completely on my back at that point, and with my head propped up on the side rest, my breasts pushed out even more obscenely, a deep line of cleavage appearing above the upper hem of my tank top. Adam eyed it with a salivating mouth, but then forced himself to turn his gaze back too.

We watched the rest of the movie, with Adam clearly distracted, when in the last quarter I felt a small gasp escape my lips. The eighteen year old had placed his hands on my feet, beginning a slow but immensely relaxing massage of their soles. I turned to smile at him again, and he returned my expression before continuing. Soon he'd approached the dorsum of both feet, expertly sinking his finger into them in alternating presses before roaming his hands further, reaching my ankles and eventually my legs.

If the sex scenes earlier had failed to sufficiently turn me on, his smooth, sensual strokes and presses up my legs would soon more than make up for it. I'd just fully started getting into, a soft moan about to escape my lips when the end credits began to roll. We paused for a second, but when I didn't make a move to sit up, Adam slid his fingers further up my bare legs, caressing the soft skin and massaging it fluidly at the same time. I closed my eyes, getting closer and closer to crossing the threshold where I'd find myself jumping his bones again, when suddenly he broke the silence.

"Don't you need those files?"

"What...?" My eyes parted open, and the moment came to an end. "Oh, right. The files." I remembered, looking at him, my face now painted in a light sheen of lust.

I saw him grinning, and immediately understood his intention. He hadn't forgotten about that glass dildo after all, and clearly wanted to continue things in a much more sexually charged environment.

"Go get dressed, quick." And he slid my legs off his lap, walking briskly to his room. I sighed, before snickering at his constant, ulteriorly motivated attempts of landing me in potential states of undress. I stood off the couch, making my way to the bedroom.

Throwing on a short red dress and color matching a demi bra and thong underneath, I observed myself in the mirror. The dress wrapped my abundant curves quite nicely, exposing a deep, moderate line of cleavage. I realized then that while I could have been more modest in my choices, I was subconsciously choosing to dress sexy around Adam. Whether it was due to added comfort or my affinity for flustering him, I didn't know, but the newfound expectation of another bout of sex being right around the corner certainly played a role.

Adding some final touches to my makeup I moved to the living room where I found Adam waiting for me. He'd replaced his shorts with a pair of blue pants, not having changed the T-shirt and wearing the same one from earlier. His eyes hungrily surveyed my body clad in the tight red dress, but he didn't part his lips to comment or speak. We left the house after I double checked the locks, and we seated ourselves in my car.

The entire drive my eyes remained on the road, while Adam's remained on my body. They were firmly planted on the exposed skin of my legs, my dress pulled back to just around my hips in the seated driver's position. They'd often move up and attach themselves to my breasts, already offering him a salacious mass of cleavage, but it were during bumps on the road when his attention would be focused solely and entirely on their mesmerizing, bouncing movements. I observed his ogling from the corner of my eye, my lips curling in a smile at his unwavering attention.

A while later we'd reached my place, as we parked into the driveway and made our way to the front door. I unlocked it and entered, with Adam trailing my steps, and we moved to my bedroom. If my tiny waistline from the back wasn't alluring enough, the dress' short length reached up to only the uppermost limits of my thighs, and each step I took would make its lower edges slip up from the constant bombardment by my round, swaying cheeks, revealing the lower bounds of their full, jiggling thickness. I heard Adam gulp from the back, all his willpower devoted to keeping himself from reaching across and just smacking the tempting sight before him.

Not that I would have minded.

We entered my bedroom and I moved to collect the files I'd needed while Adam stood in the doorway, silently staring at my bent over figure as I reached down to select the ones I'd require from a table. Gathering them up in a neatly stacked pile, I turned my head around, smiling at the young man. The primary objective of us finding ourselves in my bedroom had been completed, and now it was time for the secondary one.

I walked over to the nightstand, opening its top drawer and there lay my glass dildo. I found myself viewing it differently than I had the last time I'd used it. It was around six inches in length, with just the right amount of girth and a completely solid consistency. I'd had it for a couple of years now and it was my trusty little companion through the lonely nights. But my perception of it had changed. Where once it was enough to please all my depraved desires, I found myself comparing it to the larger weapon I now had at my disposal. Adam's cock was bigger, thicker, with bulging veins and a sharp, upturned curve, and he'd stretched me out with it enough times that my walls had accommodated and even begun to yearn for its enormity.

While the trusty old toy would still do the job, maybe an upgrade was in order. Or maybe a complete replacement with something more alive. I hadn't used it in the past couple of days. I hadn't felt the need to. My best friend's son had been stuffing my insides with his massive, hard cock in its place. And I'd loved it.

"Adam." I said, turning to look at him. His eyes were still locked on my body, alternating between a generous, bent over ass and bulging, hanging tits through my dress.

"Uh... yes?" He shyly replied, brought out of his reverie.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" I asked, pulling out the glass dildo from the nightstand drawer.

Adam's eyes widened, and he started speechlessly at first, but then began to walk and made his way near me. Initially, he just looked at it, observing its size and shape and texture, before wanting a more hands-on feel and holding out his hands. I sat down on my haunches and let him have it, watching in amusement as he ran his fingers through its material, examining it of every nook and cranny. This went on for another minute, silence filling the room when he finally spoke.

"This is what you use?"

"Yes." I answered, holding back a giggle in sight of the wonder on his face. "It is."

His eyes darted from mine back to the toy, before alternating between it and my body as silence once again filled the room. It was then that my own darted towards his crotch just inches from my face, and I saw a tall, wide tent beginning to form in his pants. And it didn't take a genius to figure out the cause.

He was picturing me playing with the dildo.

This time I let out the earlier giggle I'd suppressed. The sex we had may have been hot and filthy, but the way he acted outside of it was just the pure, unadulterated embodiment of cute.

"Do you want to see me use it?" I asked, smiling up at him.

"What?" Adam was once again brought out of his reverie, looking down at my face, an expression of astonishment painting his features.

"Do you want to see how I use it?" I asked again, my smile now a devilish one.

"Um..." He stood silent, thinking of an answer.

The tent in his pants was now obscenely bulging, thoughts of my proposal running rampant in his head. I grinned at his excitement - a grin he didn't see, his eyes back to alternating between the dildo and my body. I grabbed it from him, stood back up and made my move.

"Sit." I said softly.

Adam took a seat on the edge of my bed, now glaring up at my face past a mountain of bulging, snugly covered tits. I threw the glass toy on the bed, and before he could turn his head to observe its landing, began to slide off the red dress. He watched as it slid further and further down, a canyon of cleavage amidst a tightly-bound red demi bra popping into view, before a smooth, toned naval and a tight, tiny waist got their turn. Lastly, he saw my matching red thong appear, before the dress slid completely off and onto the floor, revealing the thick musculature of my thighs atop a long, lean pair of smooth-skinned legs.

Adam's face now sported a similar but darker sheen of lust as mine had earlier, as I stood in front of him, the curves of my body clad in only a pair of sexy, red lingerie. I didn't bother teasing him further, the thought of letting him watch me pleasure myself a far more enticing choice. I matter-of-factly undid my bra, my massive tits springing freely into the open, before leaning forwards, unintentionally pushing them in his face, and sliding off my red thong.

I moved past him and climbed into bed, crawling to where the dildo had landed and laying down next to it. Adam quickly repositioned himself by raising one thigh onto the bed, facing me and watching my entirely naked body settle in place. I grabbed the dildo and his eyes darted towards it, full of curiosity and an insatiable desire to watch me fuck myself. It was time he got what he wanted, and I spread my legs and used a free hand to toy with my clit.

A wave of pleasure coursed through my body, a soft moan escaping my legs as my huge tits rose and fell with now-heavier breathing. I was positioned centrally in the bed, with Adam seated near its edge. Since it were his request that had led us to my bedroom with my favorite toy in my hand in the first place, I wanted him to have a better view.

"Come closer, I won't bite." I moaned to him, my hand still gently toying with my clit. 'Unless you want me to...' I wanted to add, but he needed some building up before we'd get there. And getting us there was exactly my intention.

Adam threw off his shoes, then fully climbed into bed and closer to my legs. He now had a prime view of my exposed and absolutely drenched pussy, watching closely as I played with it. I'd never done this for anyone before, and while I'd never considered myself to be an exhibitionist either, the excitement I felt in that moment made me question the consideration.

"It's so wet..." It was Adam's turn to break me out of my reverie, watching me play with myself and completely mesmerized by the sight.

"Wanna touch?" I asked him, and he forgot how to speak again. I wondered how this was the same eighteen year old that had pushed me into the wall and shoved his tongue into my mouth until I couldn't help but shoving mine back. It was a mystery to uncover another day. For now, I wanted his hands on me. "Go ahead, touch it."

Adam moved closer, leaning on one hand while bringing forth his other to reach for my dripping pussy. I spread my legs wider and let him dip his fingers in my velvety folds, a gush of fluid encoated them almost immediately.

"I'm so wet..." I half-laughed and half moaned.

It was time.

I brought down the toy to in-between my legs, and Adam removed his penetrating hand. I brought it closer to my drowning folds, teasing myself at first by rubbing its glass head against the prominent lips, before sliding it up and onto my clit.

Another few presses and I slid it down to my entrance, pushing. I felt the six inch artificial cock stretch my pussy open, and moaned in rapture. I closed my eyes and arched my back, slowly fucking myself at first for about a minute, but then picking up the pace. I was now ramming myself in and out with the glass piece, as a slurry of guttural groans escaped my lips.

Opening my eyes I found Adam even further mesmerized, watching a transparent sheen of sweat encoat my body as I fucked myself intently. Just a couple of days back I'd made up my mind to end things between us, and now here I lay in my own bed, sweaty and naked and pleasuring myself to give my best friend's son a sight to remember.

I arched my back further, reaching with my free hand for my trembling tits and squeezing them, enhancing the pleasure coursing through my depths. I felt an erect nipple press into my palm, and I replaced my self-fondling maneuvers with pinches, enclosing it between two fingers before tugging at it.

"Oh baby, this feels so good." I moaned, and looked at Adam.

He was eyeing the lewd sight before him in a complete daze, his mouth partly agape and salivating. I sped up the strokes with which I fucked myself, continuing to toy with my breasts, when the realization hit that I could only play with one massive boob at a time. I wanted both to be played with simultaneously, and that required some assistance.

"Adam, baby." I groaned. "Put your hands on my tits."

Adam stared wide-eyed for a few seconds, but then quietly crawled further up the bed, positioning himself adjacent to my chest. I held the dildo I was fucking myself with in my right hand, the other clenching my left jiggling breast. When he moved close enough, I removed the hand on my breast and let it travel south.

"Both." I moaned in ecstasy, beginning to rub on my swollen clit. "Play with them both."

Adam reached for my chest, grabbing both large, sweaty breasts and fondling them. He could tell I was past the point of foreplay so he squeezed on them tightly, watching as the flesh conformed to the shape of his hands and groaning in pleasure himself. My erect nipples grazed his palms now, and he pulled back to toy with them before fully planting his hands on the soft, bouncing jugs again.

"Mmm, just like that." I groaned again, fucking myself with the glass dildo at an ever faster pace. "Play with my big fucking titties."

Adam had seated himself on his knees to grab at my breasts, and my eyes found the massive, tenting bulge in his pants while he had his way with them. I bit my lip, wanting to free his straining cock from its tight confines, before removing the hand rubbing my clit and reaching for his enormous bulge. I heard Adam groan while my hands fondled his clothed dick, observing how hard it was. I wanted to see it.

"Baby, take your pants off." I looked at him.

Adam reluctantly halted his toying of my tits, guiding himself off the bed and wordlessly removing his pants. His boxers slid off with them, and his big, hard cock dangled out before he climbed back up and retook his earlier position. I reached for his crotch again, grasping his hard, veiny schlong and stroking its full length, while his own hands returned to my chest and reinitiated their aggressive fondling. I slid the dildo in and out of myself, matching the pace with my strokes of his cock and picturing it inside me in place of the glass toy. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and yet I found myself wanting more.