Tuesday, 3 September 2013

DEAR DIARY

Well it finally happened, and not at all like I ever 
imagined or fantasized it would happen. What, you ask am I 
talking about diary?

Until yesterday, I had never cheated on my husband of 21 
years. For that matter, he is the only man I have ever had 
sex with in my life, since I was 16 and a virgin when we 
first met. That all ended yesterday and I still can't 
believe it. Oh sure I've had the usual fantasies where I 
meet a handsome stranger while my husband and kids are out 
of town. He takes me out on the town and romances me then 
takes me back to his luxury hotel suite and makes love to 
me all night long. Well he was a stranger and very handsome 
but that's where the similarities end. In fact it gets 
pretty sick and perverted but you, dear diary, have heard 
it all before.

I should at least give you some background. I am a 41-year-
old woman, married with two kids who live an upper middle 
class life in a town that I won't mention. I don't have the 
body of a 21 year old but I haven't let myself go either. I 
am 5'3" natural blonde and I weigh 135lbs. I don't know 
about best but my most noticeable feature is my chest. I 
wear a 36 DD and fill out every inch of it. And yes, they 
are real. Anyway diary, this all started when my husband 
and I took my oldest son to college. He is a freshman this 
year at a state university. While none of us had ever met 
his roommate David, my son Andy had talked to him on the 
phone several times. He referred to him as nice but kind of 
quiet.

When we hit the dorm about 2:00 in the afternoon, it was 
mass pandemonium with students looking bewildered and 
parents looking frustrated. Since there was no parking for 
blocks around, it was decided that I would take the key and 
some cleaning supplies up to get started while my husband 
and son found a parking spot and started unloading my son's 
things.

I walked in to my son's room, and met David. He was about 
5'10", 150 lbs with dark hair and was possibly the most 
beautiful person I have ever seen. I introduced myself as 
Andy's mom and stuck out my hand. He smiled shyly, shook my 
hand but his eyes never left my chest. This neither 
surprises nor offends me as I have seen this reaction for 
so many years I hardly even notice. I certainly wasn't 
dressed to kill, wearing a simple mid thigh white skirt and 
red blouse that buttons down the front. 

What did surprise me was the fact that he had yet to speak. 
Oh well, I thought, the strong silent type. I went to work 
unloading the cleaning supplies and scrubbing the sink 
area. 

Once or twice I saw him staring at me but didn't pay a 
whole lot of attention to it. When I was standing on my 
tiptoes straining to reach the storage area over the 
closet, David walked up behind me and placed both hands on 
my breast. 

I was outraged and decided to put an end to this right 
away. I grabbed his hands in mine and pulled them away from 
my breast, turned around to let him have a piece of my mine 
and that's when I received the shock of my life. He had 
pulled his gym shorts to the side and was showing me at 
least 8 solid inches of rock hard cock. I stopped for a 
minute to consider the best was of handling this and when I 
did, his hands went back to massaging my tits. 

Now I have been hit on before and know how to shoot those 
guys down with ease but this kid was throwing me off my 
game a bit. He had yet to say a single word but had already 
gone further with me than any man since I married. 

He wasn't hitting on or propositioning me however his 
intentions, as well as his state of excitability were quiet 
obvious. I again grabbed his hands with mine only this time 
he turned the tables and took my right hand in his left 
hand and placed it on his visibly twitching cock. 

I knew I had to do something because even though I didn't 
feel threatened or scared, I knew this kid was going to try 
to fuck me. I started stroking his dick slowly and rubbing 
the head figuring he would cum pretty quick and I would be 
out of this situation. Instead, he started moving his left 
hand up the back of my thigh. The bad thing was, I was 
starting to get turned on. 

All kind of thoughts were rushing through my head, not the 
least of which, was that my son and husband would be coming 
up to the room as soon as they found a parking spot. I 
tried to squirm to prevent his hand from reaching my pussy 
because on top of every thing else, I was getting wetter 
than I had ever been in my life. Try as I might, his middle 
finger found my pussy and went right to my clit. My knees 
buckled as I had a mini orgasm right there as he fingered 
me. 

In the next instant I lost all control and my animal 
instincts took over. I pushed him back onto the bare 
mattress that my son would be sleeping on, pulled his gym 
shorts down to his ankles and straddled him with my knees 
beside his hips and his monster cock 2 inches in front of 
my pussy. I pulled my panties to one side, grabbed his cock 
and shoved it into my throbbing pussy and immediately 
started rocking up and down on his shaft. I had in the 
matter of minutes changed from respectable mom to cock 
hound. 

I had a little orgasm immediately upon his dick sliding 
into me and another big one complete with moaning about 30 
seconds later. Shortly after that second orgasm, he spoke 
his only words to me. "Show me your tits". What the hell, 
in for a penny, in for a pound. Besides, I needed this kid 
to hurry up and cum before we had company knocking on the 
door. I unbuttoned my blouse, unclasped my bra and let my 
tits tumble out. I leaned forward and mashed my tits into 
his face while I continued to rock up and down back and 
forth on his cock. 

Almost immediately I felt him tense and then he shot his 
entire load up into my pussy. I gathered my thoughts, 
clasped my bra and pulled my panties back over my pussy 
lips. I went into the bathroom that they would share with 
two other boys and cleaned my self up. While I was in 
there, with his sperm running down my leg I heard my 
husband and son arrive and knock on the door. 

While I was cleaning the trail that was running down my leg 
and washing out my panties, I could here the introductions 
going on between my husband, my son and his room mate who I 
had just finished fucking. The guilt and shame began to 
over take me and tears started to flow. When I exited the 
bathroom, they laughed at me for being so emotional about 
my baby going away to college. 

Well diary, there it is. I don't think this incident has 
turned me into a wanton slut; however, I have had an 
interesting fantasy life since this event. 

 While I was writing this down, my son called and told me 
he was going to bring Dave home for the Labor Day weekend. 
This may take some thinking.

Love,

Barbara 

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