When I was in my teens, my mom dated this man I liked a lot, a little too much. I think if she ever figured out what went on, she’d have killed us both. One night she’d been called back to work for an emergency and she left and the two of us were alone together and the passion overcame us both and we gave in. I walked to her bedroom since she had a bigger bed than I did and he followed me and I laid on the bed and he undressed himself and then me and then he laid down beside me.
We kissed so passionately and then he laid on top of me, sliding his hard cock into me and he pumped away until I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he soon made me cum with that marvelous cock of his. She’d told me on numerous occasions what a good lover he was, though Lord knows why she’d share such a detail, but she was right. I knew from my own boyfriend who was adequate in bed, that my mom’s boyfriend was a much better and more practiced lover, though of course I could never let her know this.
It wasn’t long after this incident I left for college, and it’s a good thing I did, since I felt she was growing suspicious of the two of us and asking all kinds of odd questions, so it was better that I removed myself from the situation. She never did find out anything, and they broke up a year later, but she always had a weird competitive way about her with regards to any men in her life and my interactions with them, so it was best to just keep my distance I found, but it was one hot night he and I would never forget.
