On the way home from the birthday party
"Can we leave?" I asked my friend.
"Yes, I've paid," Nadya replied.
We left the cafe. It was already dark outside.
"We had a nice time," I said.
"Yes, thank you for the gift, I really appreciate it," Nadezhda thanked me.
"Happy birthday, my friend," I smiled. "Shall we go catch a cab?"
"Let's go. I think beauties like us will catch a taxi quickly, especially since one of them is wearing stockings," Nadya said with a sly smile.
"Oh, come on, it's only once a year you can feel the lustful looks of men!"
"By the way, my friend, do you..."
"Yeah, rarely for me, with Petya
if he gets it up once a month, that's excellent," I complained. "And even then, it's all purely mechanical.""Tough luck, my friend. If I were you, I'd get someone on the side so the little hole doesn't get overgrown," Nadya slurred. The rum was clearly having an effect.
"Ugh!"
At that moment, some foreign car stopped next to us, the window rolled down, and the young man at the wheel asked:
"Where are you headed?"
"Zhenya, is that you?" I was surprised. It was my neighbor's son at the wheel.
"Aunt Tina!" Zhenya recognized me. "Get in, I'll give you a lift."
"Just first, we'll drop off my friend Nadya. She lives on Michurina Street," I said.
"Okay!"
Nadya looked at me questioningly.
"This is Zhenya, Lyuda's son—my neighbor."
"Ahh."
I sat in the front seat, Nadya in the back.
Soon we were near Nadya's house. I got out to say goodbye.
"Thank you, my dear," Nadya thanked me and, looking at the car, added, "And he's not bad, this Zhenya."
"Oh, stop it," I brushed her off. "Bye-bye!"
Getting back into the car, I noticed that my dress had ridden up a bit more than necessary, and the lacy edge of my black stockings was clearly visible from underneath.
"Oh well, even if Zhenya sees," I decided to myself.
And Zhenya was looking, not just looking but staring. Apparently, he really liked my legs in stockings.
"He's young, he'll probably get hard now, how will he even drive the car?" I laughed to myself.
Zhenya tore his gaze away from the stockings with difficulty and asked:
"Home, Aunt Tina?"
"Yes, Zhenya, please take me home."
We started moving, but I kept catching his glances at me out of the corner of my eye.
"I wonder, did he really get hard?" I thought. Apparently, I'd had a bit too much to drink as well.
I looked at his crotch. There was definitely a bulge there! A whole bulge! I wonder what he's thinking about? Probably undressing me and fucking me. Imagining driving his huge cock into my pussy.
Ugh, it seems the alcohol has really gone to my head, all this nonsense.
Meanwhile, Zhenya, glancing at me warily, adjusted his cock in his jeans with his hand.
"Yeah, he definitely has a boner. Ah... youth, if only now..." I thought.
All the grievances against my husband immediately came to mind. When I was young, I stayed at home, raised my daughter and son, while my husband Petya spent his time in garages and with other women. Yeah, I had to endure so much.
We stopped near my house.
"We're here," said Zhenya.
"Thank you, how much do I owe you?" I asked.
"What are you talking about, Aunt Tina! No money," he exclaimed.
"Call me Tina, please," I suddenly said. "No need for 'aunt'."
"Okay... Tina. But I still won't take any money from you," Zhenya said, smiling.
"And address me informally, use 'you' (ty)," I requested.
"Okay, Tina, I'll address you informally," Zhenya said seriously.
"I still want to thank you, Zhenya."
"What am I saying, what nonsense am I spouting?!" raced through my head.
"Do you like my legs?" I pulled my dress up even more, almost to my panties. "I can see you've had a hard-on the whole way..."
Zhenya stared dumbfounded at my panties. I brought my face closer to him, my hand rested on his crotch, immediately feeling the movement of his tense cock.
"God, just don't think of me as some married slut who does it with every passerby... You don't know anything about me," I whispered in his ear. "I just realized what I need to not go crazy in this routine, I want to feel desired again, feel a man get hard for me, feel his hard, rock-solid cock. And don't worry about my husband—he had his fun in his time, more than enough, while I was home with the kids."
Zhenya started kissing me, and I responded, responded passionately and fervently. My hand had already undone his belt and fly. What a delight it was to feel the hot, hard, and so large cock in my hand!
I pulled away from Zhenya's lips and leaned towards the cock sticking out of the open fly. It seemed simply enormous to me. I admired the head, the powerful shaft, the balls. Without thinking, I took the head into my mouth—a divine feeling of velvety skin. My tongue caressed the head, which penetrated deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat.
I sucked the cock of a man half my age, not even a man, but a guy—the same age as my son. I sucked actively, with pleasure and smacking sounds. (Specially for .org — ) With one hand I stimulated the shaft, and I put the other into my already wet panties. Zhenya's hands stroked my back, shoulders, touched my breasts. Several times he tried to put his hand on my head but quickly removed it—apparently, he was shy. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and placed his hand on my head myself, showing him to guide my movements. He didn't need to be asked twice—soon he was holding my head firmly with his hands, fucking my mouth vigorously, driving the head into my throat.
"I'm about to cum," Zhenya forced out.
Almost immediately, the first portion of hot, salty-bitter semen filled my mouth. Continuing to stimulate the shaft with my hand, I sucked the head, which released further portions of seed. By the end of the orgasm, my mouth was full of cum; straining, I swallowed, and then sucked the cock dry.
"Well, you slut, finally got your blowjob? Fed you some cum?" I thought to myself, but immediately brushed those thoughts away.
"Too bad I didn't cum myself," I thought.
"Thank you, Tina, that was amazing," Zhenya thanked me.
"Thank you, I enjoyed it too."
"But not completely, right?" Zhenya looked into my eyes. "Let me help you."
He unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts clad in a black bra. Pulling down the bra, he began kissing my nipples, the cleavage between my breasts. His hand stroked my thighs, and I instinctively spread my legs wider. Immediately his fingers slipped into my panties, between my wet lips, working inside me. First two fingers, then three, maybe even four, I don't know. With all my might, I clenched my thighs, anticipating the imminent orgasm. Finally, the first wave of pleasure washed over me. Apparently, I moaned loudly because Zhenya covered my mouth with his palm...
Riding the elevator home, I could still feel the pungent taste of Zhenya's semen in my mouth. He promised to pick me up tomorrow, give me a ride home from work. And why not? We both felt good, and I'd gladly repeat this ride and even more.