I have heard, or probably read that men do it. With some men, we can pretty much tell they are doing it when they look at you. I had not, though, heard or read much about women doing it and until recently I most certainly had never done it. But as Gavin leaned back against the work surface in my kitchen and as I looked at him, his clothes seemed to vanish and I visualised him naked.

Gavin is one of my nineteen year old son's friends. They were at school together and at the time were going off to uni together. I have known him since he was a kid and have always liked him He is polite and well mannered, always ready to help and has a fine sense of humour, he fits in easily in our household. He has similar sporting interests as my husband Richard, they both play golf and love football and cricket and he gets on well with my daughter in a friendly, but flirty sort of way.

I am in my mid-forties, a time that some might term the change of life period. For me, mentally and emotionally at least that is very true. With one brief aberration when I had an affair I have been faithful to Richard for well over twenty years. Over the past few years that has become more difficult. Richard works horrendous hours and travels a great deal with his job. Although his position as a senior partner in a corporate law firm and money I made from selling my family publishing business provides us with a very comfortable life-style, my world is getting worse and not better as I get older. Peter my son has been at university for over a year now and Sara has gone to college this year. Hence, I am desperately lonely. Richard's work to life balance is out of kilter and he has little time for anything other than his prescious, fucking career. Worse, for on top of that he has lost his sex drive or, maybe is getting it somewhere else for he rarely wants me.

I don't think that is my fault as my figure has hardly changed in the last ten years and most people say I do not look my age. I have little excess weight, no cellulite and few wrinkles. My breasts are an ample C going on for D cup and only sag a little, I have no swell on my tummy or hips and when I play tennis in a skirt, men ogle my shapely legs. I dress smartly and fairly sexily, wear glam underwear, look after my shoulder-length ash blonde hair and have never refused him for I am always up for it. The problem is that 'it' does not come often enough, which in turn means I do not cum enough! And I need to do that. Masturbation helps and occasionally I have 'cybered,' but recently I have begun to realise that they are not enough.

*

That afternoon when I looked at my son's friend and 'saw' him naked was a watershed for me. After 'seeing' his broad, naked chest, his narrow waist, long, lithe legs, flat stomach and beautifully formed long, thick dick I was perplexed. I had not done anything like that before. Over the next few weeks before they went to university it happened twice more, both times with Gavin. The nights after these episodes as I lie in bed naked, my hands roaming over my breasts and between my legs I shocked myself even more. I found myself visualising being pulled firmly against the body I had 'seen' earlier, holding and stroking that dick and then letting it slide into me as Gavin fucked me.

When the boys came home from college for weekends or holidays Gavin seemed different. He was more chatty to me, he seemed more interested in me and in what I did with my time, he looked at me more and smiled at me more often. It was during the Christmas holiday that as, once more we were in the kitchen, I saw the look in his eyes that I had seen with other men and I realised that he was undressing me. I felt embarrassed. I also felt surprised, shocked and yes, I have to admit, aroused.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to handle the situation and I had no idea what he was after. Surely after knowing me for such a long time as Missus Moor, his friend Peter's mum, he wasn't fancying me was he? Surely he wasn't trying to show an interest? And surely he didn't want to have sex with me, or did he?

He turned away and picked up the newspaper. The three of us had lunch in the kitchen. Twice his knee touched mine under the table. He helped me clear up and brushed himself against me. Later, when I leaned forward to hand him a beer his eyes held mine, slid downwards, peered at the gaping front of my top and then back to hold my gaze. He had a slight smile on his face. I smiled back. As we all watched TV, he and Peter drank their beers as I sipped my wine. He glanced at me a couple of time and, I hoped, did not see me glancing at him.

I saw that look in his eyes again. At the same time I was once more undressing him. It made for what I found to be a strange, but highly charged atmosphere. He and I were mentally having sex whilst my son was in the room.

I didn't see him for the week or so over Christmas, but we were at the same party on New Years Eve. We chatted, but in a group, not just the two of us. It was after midnight as the party in a marquee in the grounds of mutual friend's massive house, was breaking up that he came up to me. I was standing by the bar. Richard was talking to golf buddies and Peter was nowhere to be seen, but then he had been chasing an attractive young woman all evening.

"Like to dance Cat?" He asked as the DJ played a smoochy, Sinatra song.

I was surprised and went to refuse, but he took over and grabbed my hand. That felt nice and I found myself following him onto the small dance floor that was dark and crowded. He held me tight in his arms, he pulled me to him and we swayed on the spot as we chatted about how his studies were going. The first song ended and another slow one came on. I went to leave, but he held onto me. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us, but they weren't so I stayed there in his arms, pressed against him. We stopped talking and I enjoyed the swaying on the spot type of dance. I felt his hand moving. One slid down my back pausing, as mens' hands often do on my bra strap. Again as many men do he sort of fondled it. His other hand was on my hip. That moved at the same as which he moved himself away from me a little. The lower hand slid round my waist and then slipped downwards a little until his fingers rested on the swell of my bum. I was wearing a tight, thin, black dress and under it a tiny black thong and stockings; I was hoping to 'seduce' my husband later.

The pressure from his fingers was very evident to me. It felt good. I again glanced round, but nobody was looking or interested, or so it seemed. His other hand also slid downwards and rested just beneath my waist. As we moved he turned that so his fingers were pointing downwards. He stayed like that for a few moments, but then slowly eased both hands downwards so that they rested on the cheeks of my bottom. That brought me to my senses and I wriggled my body trying to indicate for him to move them, but by doing that I closed the gap between us. I was pressed against him and realised that he had an erection. He pulled away.

"Sorry Cat" he whispered.

I was slightly drunk as I think he and most of the guests at the party were.

"That's ok" I whispered back relishing the lovely sensation.

Somehow, though, I pulled myself together. My respectable, middle class thinking took over and I pulled away.

"I think maybe we should go to the bar" I said walking away from him, my heart pounding and my mind racing at what had just happened.

Fortunately, at the bar we were soon in a group of others and I wasn't alone with him. Several times, though, before the party broke up around two our gazes locked. I wasn't at all sure whether I was pleased with that or not.

I spent New Years Day with the family. Richard flew off to New York the day after and things got back to normal, well actually back to how they were before Christmas. That meant Peter and Gavin spending a lot of time at my house. His parents were near to divorce and his mum, though a lovely lady was a real lush and often was pissed by six in the evening. Gavin or his father rarely had a dinner cooked for them!

"I'm going back early mum" Peter told me a few days later. "I have a load of stuff I have to catch up with."

In some ways I was relieved for I assumed that Gavin would go with him. The next day, as Peter started to pack Gavin and I were in the kitchen where I was making some tea. I had put some of his clothes with Peter's in the washing machine. I felt him behind me, quite close.

"Will it be ok Cat if I pop round now and then when Pete's gone?"

I turned. He was very close, too close really for he was really invading my space. Our eyes locked for a moment or two. I didn't know what to do. Part of me, almost desperately, wanted to say yes, but at least an equal part knew I had to say no. From the party, when he had held me, become erect and had fondled me, it seemed as though he fancied me, but was that the atmosphere and the drink? In this colder light of sober day, did he want an older woman? Also, did I want him? Yes was the easy answer, yes I desperately wanted him, but was I prepared to take the risk? Can a woman ever really trust a man not to tell? Can she accept that he won't boast that 'I have had her?'

In my case the ramifications of Gavin doing that were so huge that I really didn't think the rewards of having sex with him justified the risks. That said, sex changes things and makes us act completely differently to how we know deep down we should. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea Gavin."

"What you mean after New Years Eve?"

"Yes."

"I said I was sorry."

"Yes you did, I know."

Luckily, or unfortunately I wasn't sure which, we heard Peter coming down the stairs.

"Ok I'm ready, who is gonna take me to the station?"

Gavin and I looked at each other.

"The clothes are still washing, don't you need any of them Peter?"

"No thanks mum, I have all I need and in any case I will be back the week after next it's Brucies party."

"Look shall I take Pete and by the time I get back, my clothes should be finished?"

"Good idea mate, come on" Peter said putting his arm round me and kissing me. "See you soon mum."

I was on tenterhooks waiting for Gavin to return. I knew it would be at least half hour and for some inexplicable reason I took a shower. Naked, with the water pouring over me I saw that my nipples had hardened and I realised that I was aroused. 'God this can't be happening' I said to myself as unconsciously my hands found, cupped and squeezed both my breasts. It felt so good as I realised with horror that I was imagining Gavin's hands doing that. Turning the cold on I calmed down and got hold of myself.

I decided that I would go to the gym as soon as I could get rid of Gavin. I slipped into the new outfit I had bought at Marks a couple of days ago. It was a mid-blue singlet with spaghetti straps and matching pedal pusher, threequarter length pants. Both were very tight and round the waist of the trousers there was a strip of white material. There was also a jacket with three quarter length sleeve that covered the bare skin of my shoulders and hid, to an extent, the emphasis of my full breasts in the tight top. I knew that on a woman of my age the outfit was pushing it a bit, but the gym was my space. No one knew me there and I could behave as I wanted. In my more fanciful moments, usually when I was in bed naked with my hands between my legs, I made myself available to one, or some, of the young personal trainers, but that was still in mind, it hadn't yet, actually to my surprise, become reality. I kept my feet bare. Putting my ash-blonde hair into a pony tail I removed Gavin's clothes from the washing dryer and hung them on the drier ready for ironing later.

I heard Gavin's car in the peashingle driveway, before he rang the bell. I could hardly believe that as I passed the mirror in the hallway that I looked in it and checked my hair. 'What the fuck was I thinking and what the hell was I doing?' I wondered as I reached the door.

"Hi" I said opening the door and standing back so he could get in.

"Hello Cat, Pete's gone."

"Thanks for taking him."

"He's my mate, that's what we do for each other."

I smiled at that. Having read that mates never go for the other's girl friends made me wonder if mums were off limits too. Seeing the look of interest in Gavin's eyes I somewhat doubted it.

"All your washing is ready."

"Thanks Cat it's very kind of you."

"You're welcome Gavin."

"Off to the gym are you?" He asked running his gaze up and down my body and, seemingly at least, focusing on my chest. I realised then that wearing the somewhat revealing and tight gym clothes was probably a mistake and might seem to Gavin as being rather provocative or, worse, inviting.

"Yes" I said softly.

"You enjoy that do you?"

"Yes, of course I wouldn't go otherwise."

"What do you enjoy there?"

"The exercise, the swimming and I love the steam room."

He didn't reply for a moment or two as we stood rather awkwardly still in the hallway looking at each other.

"You must get lots of stares Cat" he said suddenly, again staring at my tits and cleavage.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's obvious."

"Is it?"

"Yes Cat very."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you have a fantastic figure and men love that."

I knew that I wasn't handling this very well and I didn't know what to do. I mumbled. "Thank you."

"Cat you must know that I think you have a great figure."

"Gavin stop it, this is silly."

"No it isn't silly Cat, it's just life."

"It isn't life, it's fantasy."

"What is?"

"What you are saying."

"What am I saying?"

"You know" I mumbled feeling confused and embarrassed, but at the same time excited.

I was enjoying flirting with him. It had been so long since I had done anything like this. I felt sort of liberated, free and empowered. I realised that I was doing something just for me. It was a little like going into a chat room and I knew full well where that had led, me cybering with a couple of guys. I nearly giggled when I thought what this might lead to.

"What talking about your figure?"

"Yes" I said turning and walking down the hallway towards the kitchen and asking over my shoulder. "I was about to make a cup of tea, would you like one?"

"As long as I don't keep you from your workout Cat."

He followed me onto the kitchen. Again he leaned back against the same work surface as he had when I first 'saw him naked.' I could hardly pour the boiled water into the cups for my hands seemed to be shaking as once more when I glanced at him I saw nim naked showing his sculpted chest, narrow waist, six pack, athleticly muscled legs and his dangling dick.

"Here you are there's no rush."

"Good."

"Why good?"

"Well I was hoping to cadge dinner off you."

"What after I come back from the gym?" I rather stupidly asked when I should have simply told him to bugger off.

"Well I didn't know you were going did I?" He asked smiling at me as he fluttered his gaze up and down my body. As he did that I thought to myself 'how many men over the years have done that?' I also thought. 'Why the fuck is it that when he does it I feel as if I have had an electric shock?'

"No that's true, it was an impulse."

"Tell you what Cat, you go to the gym and I 'll cook dinner."

"Don't be daft."

"I like cooking."

For some unfathomable reason I agreed.

I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing during my workout as I was thinking what was waiting for me at home. As I ran on the cross trainer for twenty minutes with the waistcoat cover off and my tits flying around all over the place I determined to get rid of Gavin as soon as possible. As I worked on the rowing machine for another twenty minutes my mind wandered onto what it would be like to have a nineteen year old fuck me. As I did my ten minute wind down stretching I was totally confused and as I drove home in my Rangerover I had a mix of concern, excitement and guilt as I prepared emotionally for 'my date' with Gavin.

"Hi I have made spaghetti carbonara?" Gavin said as he walked out of the kitchen towards me. "Is that ok?"

He was wearing the 'uniform of today's youth' a white tee and blue jeans and looked lovely. My resolve to get rid of him quickly started to fade.

"Here" he said as I wandered into the kitchen and took in the lovely smells of the cooking and the sight of the neatly laid table; he had even put a rose in a thin vase I noted as he handed me a glass of white wine.

"Thanks Gav, this all looks lovely."

"Well thank you Missus M, but then as usual so do you?"

"Now, now" I said sipping my wine and feeling little tingles going through as I thought about the intimacy of the rather romantic nature of the situation.

"It is almost ready" he went on opening the oven door and removed a French loaf that he must have gone and bought.

As with many women I don't like showering in the public locker room of the gym so I usually have one directly I get home.

"No time for a quick shower then?"

"'fraid not" he replied looking at my slightly perspiration stained top through the open waistcoat. "Do it after dinner."

The dinner really was absolutely delightful and I had to metaphorically pinch myself several times to remind myself that this was not a date, or was it? He had left most of the lights off so the room was dim and he sat across the narrow table from me under which our legs were nearly touching. With the low top and the way I leaned forward to eat the pasta I knew he was getting an eyeful of my breasts and cleavage.

We talked about a range of things that revolved mainly around university, Peter and people we knew. I realised that I was enjoying myself and almost giggled when I thought. 'It is a date.'

After finishing the white wine that I knew was from an already opened bottle he had said.

"Hope you don't mind Cat, but I opened a bottle of Chianti, is that ok?"

I noticed that we were already more than half way through that. That was starting to have an effect on me. My head felt a little 'fluffy' and I knew that my inhibitions were fading for I left the waistcoat thingy open and did nothing to 'cover up' as he looked at me. As he served some Stilton cheese that he also must have also gone out and bought I was feeling very comfortable with him and the situation. I was not being provocative or come on to him, but at the same time I was not being withdrawn, distant or stand offish. As we finished the red wine I was thinking to myself, albeit well in the back of my mind and then probably not seriously, 'I will leave it to him and go with the flow on that.' I doubt I really meant that at the time, but it made me feel bold and adventurous to think it.

As we finished the cheese and the esspreso coffee he insisted upon making with me knowing that I wouldn't sleep well with all that caffeine, I said.

"Well I had better get that shower."

"Yes, you do that and I will clear up here" he replied.

"Just leave it Gavin I will do it later."

"No, no I hate waking up to a mess in the morning."

It took a moment or two for that to sink in and then rather foolishly I stammered. "Are you staying the night?" He had often stayed when Peter was there, but never alone?

Smiling at me as we both stood up he replied coolly. "Well I haven't been asked" as he paused before adding. "Yet?"

We looked at each other. It was only for just a moment or two, but during that short time so much went through my head. I was wondering what he was thinking, although the lustful look in his eyes gave me a pretty good idea. I was thinking just how wonderful it could be if I knew there was no risk and I could simply say 'make love to me Gavin.' The overriding consideration, however, that was roaring through my mind I have to admit guiltily was what were the chances of it ever coming out. And if it did what would be the ramifications? Almost certainly a divorce, but then part of me was already going that way. It was the shame I would bring on myself and the terrible guilt I would feel with everyone I knew and particularly, of course with Sara and Peter. I simply couldn't imagine how I would feel and act if Peter said to me. 'You fucked my mate mum."
As we stared wordlessly at each other for what seemed an age, but was probably only seconds I felt horrified when his clothes seemed to disappear and I was looking at his naked form. At the same time I could see that familiar look in his eyes that I had seen often in other men. I took a deep breath and dragged my eyes away from his half-erect dick and said.

"I don't think that's a good idea Gavin."

Visibly gulping he replied, putting the ball firmly back into my court. "And why is that Cat?"

"It's just not."

"I have stayed loads of times before haven't I?" He said quietly as he moved a little nearer to me.

"Yes but that was different" I mumbled again feeling flustered as I looked at him seeing only his bare body.

"Why Cat" he said moving even closer to where I was standing with my back nearly touching the kitchen cabinet?

"Well um, er, oh just because it was."

"You really mean don't you Cat, because Pete was here."

"Yes Gavin I do" I replied a little more forcefully, but still hesitantly.

He smiled. "Why was he your chaperone?"

I couldn't help smiling. "No of course not."

"Did he make you behave properly?" he went on now, I thought beginning to chance his arm.

"Of course not, don't be silly" I replied still, when I looked at him seeing his naked body

"So how would you have been had he not been here?"

"Gavin please" I squirmed getting very uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking as he came and stood just a few feet from me.

"Please what Cat?"

"Stop it this is getting out of hand."

He totally ignored that plea.

"So are you saying Cat that had he not been here you would have behaved differently? Perhaps even misbehaved?"

"No, no of course not."

"What then, what are you saying?"

"Oh Gavin I don't know" I said very wimpishly.

"Maybe Cat" he said quietly putting his hand on the work surface beside me. "You might have been as you were at the Crompton's party on New Year's Eve."

"No I wouldn't."

"But you were then weren't you?"

"Were, er was what?" I said rather naively and clumsily.

"Simple Cat. Misbehaving."

"I agree I should not have let you do that."

"But you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"That's beside the point."

"No Cat it's not beside, it is the point."

"It isn't."

"Be honest with me Cat, you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Gavin please don't do this."

"Do what Cat?"

"Ask me such questions."

"But you did enjoy it didn't you?"

"Gavin stop."

"No Cat I can't."

"What do you mean can't?"

"I can't stop."

"Why not?"

"You must know why?"

"How can I know?" I asked, knowing full well why not.

"Because Cat you are a woman, an older woman and you must know such things."

"You are talking in riddles" I said softly as he moved even closer and rested his hand on the work surface so that his arm pressed on mine.

"Oh Cat, please let's stop messing around. May I ask you a question?"

"Yes" I breathed wondering just what might be coming.

"Actually there are two."

"OK."

"And promise you will answer them truthfully."

"I will try."

"Ok?" he said running his hand up my arm, both shocking and sending a little shudder of excitement through me.

"Yes" I gulped.

"One did you enjoy our dance at the party."

That made me smile. "You don't really mean the dance do you Gavin?"

He got what I meant. "No Cat. I meant did you enjoy what we did, what I did during the dance."

"Oh Gavin" I muttered. "That is such and unfair and loaded question."

"Yes I know, sorry, but did you?"

Plucking up my courage I replied. "You must never ever repeat this to anyone. Promise?"

"Of course I promise" he replied resting his hand on my shoulder, his thumb touching my bare flesh.

Avoiding any eye contact and looking down I whispered. "Yes Gavin I did."

"Fantastic and the second Cat?" He asked as he put his fingers under my chin and lifted my face up.

"Yes Gavin?" I replied as our eyes met.

"What would you have done had I kissed you as I so badly wanted to?"

"I would have broken away, I couldn't do that in public" I replied not realising the trap I was falling into.

"We aren't in public here Cat, so what would you do if I kissed you now?"

"Oh Gavin" I groaned meaning no, but clearly to him sounding as if I meant yes. I wasn't in the least surprised that he was confused for I was too as, deeper down I really did mean yes.

It all then happened so quickly. His hand that had been resting on my shoulder slid round my neck and his other snaked round my waist. As he moved forward he pulled my body towards him. Our gazes locked as his face covered the small distance between us. I was thinking 'it's just like in the old movies' as his face turned, his lips parted, our eyes closed and our lips met. As they did, so he pulled me tighter against him and for the second time I felt the hardness of his erection pressed into the softness of my tummy. It felt so, so good and I let out a low moan, almost a grunt of pleasure and anticipation.

He was not a good kisser, but then young guys haven't had the experience to become as good as older guys. They are not as patient or as creative with their approach and execution, but they are enthusiastic so what he lacked in technique was more than made up for by his passion. Our mouths had hardly met when his tongue was probing my lips apart and was excavating its way round my gums and teeth. He pulled my body more firmly against his so that my breasts were crushed on his chest and his erection sank into my stomach. I tried not to respond and made a ridiculously weak effort to push him off saying.

"No Gavin we musn't."

Despite his lack of experience, he knew as clearly as I did that I didn't really mean it and that it was only a token resistance so he simply carried on. From a sexual point of view it was probably the right thing to do, but from most other angles it was wrong. But when sex and and other things clash, the former usually wins through and with us this was no exception. To my horror in many ways, but extreme pleasure in others I found myself responding. My arms went round him, my fingers went into the hair on the back of his neck and I ran my hand longingly up and down his broad back. But I did make one more attempt to stop.

Pulling my mouth away from his and squirming out of his embrace I said.

"Gavin we mustn't."

"We can't stop now Cat, you must know that."

"But it is so wrong" I stammered.

"This can't be wrong" he replied pulling me against him again so that my face rested on his chest.

"It is Gavin, I am older than your mum."

"And prettier and sexier."

That made me smile. "Don't, you know what I mean."

"Yes, but age means nothing really.

"It does, it means a great deal."

"Cat, you know I fancy you like hell and I know now that you fancy me, so how is it wrong."

"If anyone ever found out there......"

"Shush Cat, no one will ever find out" he whispered into my ear as he ran his hands up and down my back pausing suggestively on my bra strap."

"How can I be sure?"

"Well I won't tell anyone. This is so special to me."

"Gavin how has this come about?" I groaned as I felt his hand slip inside the waist of my gym trousers and onto my bare skin. That made me jump.

"Because we both want it Cat" he said pausing and then talking into my hair added. "Because we both want each other Cat, that's why."

He lifted my face and we kissed again. This time it was slower, easier and more tender, but none the less passionately and hugely intimate. And this time it was more physical. I was pressed back against the work surface making me a firmer platform for him to push himself against and he did that in a spectacular way. The base of his, what felt to be, large cock pressed right against my pubic bone with the rest of it surging up my tummy. As we kissed he moved and slowly ground it against me slithering its length right across my clit sending shudders of such desire through me that most of my earlier reservations simply slipped away. Soon I found my body reacting and I started to squirm my breasts and torso against him.

It seemed as if he took that for what it was, although that was not my intention, as my sign of surrender. Almost as soon as I moved my body against him his hand slid upwards between us and onto my breast. He cupped and squeezed it. I knew that I should have stopped him there and then for that was the right things to do. It was what an older woman should do to a friend of her son. And of course it was exactly what I should have done. I knew that, I was acutely aware of what I should do and I realised the dangers inherrant in doing anything else. But what did I do? I kissed him harder, slid my hand up the back of his tee shirt and pushed my breast against his hand. And I knew very well indeed that by doing those things I was effectively saying to Gavin that he could fuck me.

He knew that too. Somehow my tracky top that I had put on when I left the gym and the waistcoat thingy had come off and one of the shoulder straps of the singlet had slid down my arm. His hand was inside the singlet right on my bra covered left boob. At the same time his other hand that had been squeezing and caressing my buttocks outside the cropped gym pants had slid inside them and was now on my bare bum.

I was gone. I knew that, I acknowledged and accepted it. I was going to have sex with him, yes my son's best friend was going to fuck me, but not like this. Not with my clothes in disarray, not in my kitchen, not with my knickers round my knees and my tits pulled out of my bra. It was wanton enough of me to be about to have sex with someone who was little more than a kid; I didn't need all the sordid aspects of it as well. A degree of genteelity and decorum even in such an older woman/younger man situation was necessary on my part.

I pushed him off and moved away.

"What? What is it Cat, I thought....."

"Shush stop, we are, we will Gavin, but not like this. I must shower," I told him.

"Oh ok."

I was still in the gym gear and after the strenuous workout the singlet had been stained with my perspiration. I couldn't begin to think what I was like down below for there would be more dampness there than simply perspiration.

"Come with me?" I said taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to the main guest bedroom.

Opening the door I indicated to the bed and standing on tip toe I kissed him on the lips. "Get yourself ready Gavin and I will be back soon."

I left him and went to the master bed room. As I stripped off I saw the other reason I didn't want to continue with the undressing, the big, white, ugly sports bra that big titted women have to wear.

As I showered, my resolve did falter a little and I asked myself just what the hell I was doing and what I was risking? However, I knew that I had let things go too far, or that's what I told myself, so I would have to carry on, which in the inner recesses of my mind I wanted to in any case.

I took my hair out of the pony tail, ran a dryer over it and fluffed it up. I put on a little make up, no lip gloss though, did a light spray of Chanel and wrapped in a large, white towel I was ready to make love to my young stud. Walking across the landing I found myself wondering just what Gavin would have done by way of getting himself ready. As I walked through the half open door I was relieved and pleased to see that he was in bed. I was also pleased and thrilled to see that he was naked for the sheet was pulled up to just above his waist. He looked delicious.

"Hi Gavin" I said walking across the room and standing beside the bed.

"Hi Cat, I thought you had dumped me."

Smiling I put one knee on the bed. "I'm not in the habit of leaving naked young men around my house you know, could be suspicious to some."

"Yes I imagine it could" he smiled back adding. "You look amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself young man" I said rather huskily as I took hold of the towel. His eyes never wavered from me for one second as I slowly unravelled the towel and let it fall to the ground.

"Oh fucking hell Cat" he groaned staring at my bare body as I leaned forward and lifted the sheet holding my tummy in and hoping my tits didn't sag too much. I pulled it back until I had uncovered him. He had a great body and a wonderfully full hard on. I smiled and mimicked him.

"Oh fucking hell Gavin."

I got in the bed with him and within moments I was committing adultery. We kissed, we cuddled, we ground our bodies together and then we fucked. It wasn't long, languid lovemaking, that was not what either of us or the circumstances called for. It was a fervid, frenetic fuck and that was precisely what both of us and the circumstance demanded.

After I lay beside him, we wrapped our arms round each other and squirmed our bodies together there really was only one realistic next stage. Rolling me onto my back he eased himself on top of me. I opened my legs and he slithered down between them his thicker than my husband and my previous lover's cock nuzzling the lips of my pussy that was straining to be filled by him. And that is exactly what happened.

It is a wonderful feeling for a woman when a new lover for the first time surges up that passageway of such sensation and fills her to overflowing. I grunted as he pushed himself up me. The physical feelings and the emotional sensations were so strong. I had little time to think of anything other than the feelings of his young cock in me.

Unlike my husband who starts very slowly and gradually builds up to a fast crescendo Gavin started hammering away at me as soon as he was in me. I wasn't about to complain for once more that was probably what the situation called for. He had little finesse, but I didn't care. He was giving me precisely what I wanted and needed, a quick, hard and sordid fuck. I didn't want love, tenderness and consideration simply sexual satisfaction and gratification.

"Oh fuck Cat" he moaned surging as far up as he could go so that his balls slapped against my bum.

"Yes Gavin, yes" I groaned back lifting my legs and wrapping them round his waist.

"Fuck it I'm cumming, bollocks."

"Don't be silly, that's fine" I croaked in his ear as my climax started. "I am too."

His arms round me, his hands gripping my cheeks and lifting my bottom and lower back off ther bed, he slammed his cock deeper and deeper into me as he prepared to ejaculate. I tried hard to grip him more firmly with my pussy lips, but really I was too far gone to know precisely what I was doing. And then with an array of 'yes, yes, yesses,' 'I'm cumming,' deep grunts and moans and near convulsions of our bodies we roared to a magical mutual orgasm.

"Oh Cat that was awesome" he sighed slipping out of me and rolling onto his back, but sliding his arm round my shoulders. I cuddled up to him and that felt nice. Although I still felt some guilt, I also felt a lot of other things, excitement, pleasure, desire and expectation. Over the next few hours each of those were satisfied.

We lay there quiet for a moment as the enormity of what I had let happen, or perhaps had encouraged, hit me. Oddly, now that I had 'done it' I did not feel anywhere near the level of guilt that I had imagined I would.

"Was it ok Cat?" He asked his dangling fingers brushing across the top of my left breast.

"Yes Gavin, it was lovely."

"How do you feel?" He asked considerately.

"Not as bad as I thought I might."

"How do you mean?"

"Well it is quite a big thing you know."

He giggled and muttered. "Yes a couple of other girls have said that."

I laughed and slid my hand down. I took it in my hand and was amazed and thrilled to find that, unlike Richard and David my lover of a few years ago, he had not fully lost his hardness.

"Mmmm that's impressive Gavin."

"It doesn't take long Cat, give me another ten minutes or so."

"You know what I mean" I went on removing my hand somewhat reluctantly from his lovely cock.

"Not sure really Cat after all you are a woman who wants something just as I am a guy that wants the same thing."

"It's not as simple as that at my age."

"What's age got to do with it?" He asked kissing my head and cupping my breast.

I ran my fingers up and down his nicely hairy, but not overly hirsute chest and muttered. "Everything Gavin. At your age anything is possible, at mine most things are impossible."

"How do you mean?" He asked gently pinching my nipple and sneakily, but pleasantly pushing the tip of his tongue into my ear.

"Well I have two children and I am married. They give me responsibilities and impose restrictions. I can't just do what I want as guys of your age can."

"I suppose you're right."

"I mean if this got out about you, your friends and maybe even your dad, not sure about your mum, would laugh and say good for you. But they would socially and maybe family-wise crucify me. I would be ostracised and some would like to stone me as they do in muslim countries."

"Yes I begin to see what you mean."

"What I, well we, have down would cause so much aggro if it got out."

"I dunno."

"Gavin don't be silly" I retorted as my hand edged further down his body and I stroked him round his navel. "I am married and Richard would not only go ape shit, but would probably divorce me as well. Peter and you are best friends and god know what he and Sara would make of it. I know your parents and we have many friends in common at the golf and tennis clubs and around town. I tell you I must be crazy doing this."

"Look Cat no one will ever know, I promise."

"You really, really mean that?"

"Yes of course I do" he said squeezing and gently pinching my breast as he kissed my cheek.

"Not even Peter, please, promise me that?" I asked feeling my arousal building.

I slid my hand down his stomach and found his cock. It was hardening as I held it and that made my pulse race.

"No not even Peter, I promise" he said as I stroked him to a full erection. "I want you too much to risk it Cat" he said turning and slipping his hand up my closed thighs. I opened them for him.

His fingers found the lips of my pussy and he slid them inside. The gorgeous feelings made my body jerk and I grunted. The twin sensations of his fingers sliding in and out of me as I slowly pumped his cock sent my pulses racing and drove all thoughts other than of being fucked out of my mind.

This time we lay on our sides facing each other kissing as he manipulated himself inside me. It was just as brilliant as before, but this time not as frantic. He pushed himself up and down me more slowly, but every bit as enjoyably. He squeezed my bum with one hand and slipped the other between us cupping and rubbing my tits. I raked my fingernails down his back. Not hard or deep enough to draw blood or leave marks but sufficient to give him another sensation As they slid downwatds on one sweep they didn't stop and I then kneaded his pert, nicely rounded bum cheeks.

He started speeding up and I sensed from the tensing up of his body that he was getting near. That was fine by me, for it seemed that my young buck hardly had to touch me and I started to climax.

"Jesus Cat, I am so near. Are you?"

"Yes Gavin yes, come with me" I groaned lifting my leg and wrapping it round him.

He surged faster and harder and as he did so without thinking my finger slid into the crease of his bum and rested right on his bum hole. I pressed, but didn't try to get inside, it was too soon for that and in any case I guessed that he was probably getting sufficient pleasure and excitement from the pressure I was applying. But I was wrong for he let out a deep groan.

"Oh my god Cat, what are you doing to me" he grunted into my ear.

"Just helping you cum Gavin, that's all" I whispered as once more we climaxed together.
I dozed off and suddenly it was ten o'clock. I was lying on my side with my head on Gavin's chest and his arm round me. The sheet had been pulled up to just above my boobs. Shaking my head I looked at him. He smiled.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"An hour, hour and a half."

"Really and you?"

"I dozed on and off."

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

He replied by taking my hand and pulling it onto his cock. He was hard.

"Like that I see?"

"Yes Cat just like that" he replied.

"You're incorrigible."

"But you like it" he smiled squeezing my breast and kissing me. "Don't you?"

"Baby you can't know how much" I groaned kneeling.

"What you doing?" he asked as I threw the sheet back.

"You'll see just lie there" I told him straddling his waist, leaning forward and kissing him fully on the mouth. Pulling my lips away from his I reached behind me and found his cock. I pulled the bulbous end against my lips and then, still holding it, straightened it and lifted my body a little. Kneeling straight I put my hand on his chest, smiled, looked into his eyes and took my hand away so his cock was held just by lips I whispered.

"Ready Gavin."

"Oh yes Cat I have never been more ready.

Smiling I let myself slide downwards. It was a little like a firefighter sliding down the pole, but it wasn't, it was my pussy sliding down his cock as for the third time in the evening we started to fuck.

I worked myself up and down on his stunningly rigid cock as he reached up and tried to hold my tits, but they were flying around so much that he was on a loser from the outset. The penetration that being on top creates is wonderful as is the depth of each probe that the woman controls.

"Nice?" I asked as our gazes caught and we held hands.

"It's fantastic, I have never had a woman on top before."

Smiling, I muttered. "That's older women for you Gav."

"Sure is" he replied as he found my rhythm and began thrusting with me.

It was taking longer for both of us this time, but that was hardly surprising considering it was our third fuck in the evening. Being on top with your legs spread in a kneeling position is a tiring position, I always find that it makes my back and hips ache. I stopped and leaning forward, firstly kissed him and then dangled my tits over his mouth. He gratefully grabbed them and licked and sucked both of them in turn. I was still gripping his cock with my lips and we both sort of rocked so that it continued sliding up and down me. It really was quite lovely and slowly we moved to our third orgasm that this time wasn't quite mutual for I was cumming quite strongly some time before he once more shot his load up me.

*

It was just over a week later. We were in the conservatory at the back of the house. That looks out over the acre or so of grounds, which run down to the lake that Richard has filled with a variety of fish mostly koi carp. It was late afternoon and was just getting dark. The dimmed lights were on in the conservatory.

I was sitting on Gavin's lap. My white blouse was undone and my boobs were out of my bra. Gavin's chinos were unzipped and his erection was poking out from his fly, I was holding and stroking it. My jeans were round my ankles, my panties round my knees, Gavin's hand was between my legs with his fingers probing inside my pussy and his thumb rubbing alongside my clit, just as I had shown him earlier in the week. I was slowly masturbating him. We had planned to have a Chinese delivered and he was again staying the night. We were moving towards an intense session of sex similar to the two previous occasions in the past week.

He had stayed the night that first time. We had sex once more before we slept and again the next morning. The second session was an all afternoon and evening job and the last one was another all nighter. Both times we we had sex four or five times, I can't recall exactly which, but that doesn't matter for all I was really interested in was that there was plenty of it. The quantity was plenty and as we went on so the quality and how we worked together improved considerably.

Each of the the two sessions had milestones.

After our second fuck on the second session, the afternoon event, he needed some help and I licked and sucked his cock enjoying the sensation of it growing to its fullness in my mouth. That was lovely, but as I kept going I turned the encouragement into a blow job and let him cum in my mouth. This was an aspect of having sex with a younger guy that I hadn't thought about. After he had shot his lot in my mouth and thanked me profusely - for 'None of the kids I've been with will do that' he'd said - I realised with quite a thrill that the role of an older woman when with a younger guy is also educational. I liked that as it gave a semblance of meaning to what we were doing.

The educational thing again reared its head at the third session. I had asked him to take things more slowly. He had, but still we were shagging and cumming within twenty minutes. It was as we got going for the second time half an hour or so later that he had slid his head down to my tummy.

"Can I Cat?" He asked looking from my face to my pussy. "I have never licked a pussy."

I laid back my head on the pillows and looking him right in the eyes, I smiled and said. "I thought you would never ask" as I let my legs fall open.

Sitting on his lap in the conservatory on our fourth 'date' I took his face in my hands and pulled it up from where he had been sucking my beautifully hardened nipples and licking my boobs. I open-mouthed kissed him sucking his top lip between mine as I stroked his gorgeous cock and he pushed his fingers in and out of me. We were both near to our orgasms and I was expecting him to cum over my thighs. I was so impressed by the power with which his sperm shot from him for I had forgotten that, but then I hadn't been with a man of his age since I was that age and then it seemed normal. Now, though, in my mid-forties with a man almost thirty years my junior, it felt far from normal, but it did feel lovely.

We were masturbating each other and kissing when I heard something in the house. There was a noise, a movement and then the door opened. I looked up and saw Peter, my son. He looked from me to Gavin and back again with a look of total shock on his face. My heart plummeted and I felt terrible. None of us moved. There was no point in trying to cover myself up or hide anything as we had been caught hook, line and sinker. There was equally no point in either Gavin or me trying the 'old chestnut' of 'it's not what it seems' for it was exactly what it seems; his mum was being finger fucked by his best friend as she wanked him.

Looking right at us Peter moved into the room and said quietly.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"