Just a little background on me first. My name is Lauren, I’m 56yrs old and in pretty good shape for a woman my age. I’m about 5ft 6, blue eyes and can still get the men to turn their heads. I’m in my second marriage after divorcing my first husband years ago. My current husband is involved in a job where he works away a lot, so we don’t see a lot of each other and unfortunately for me, sex is virtually non-existent. Thank god for my vibrator and dildo is all I can say.
So that’s that, but today, I was excited.
My daughter (Sara) had just phoned to tell me that she and Sam (Her long time on again off again boyfriend) were coming over for a visit. They would be here for 2wks while my daughter attended some workshops for her job.
Now her boyfriend is a nice enough guy but as a Mother, you always want the best for your children.
Let’s just say I think she could do a lot better. My daughter and Sam are the same age (34yrs old). He’s of South African Indian decent so he has the brown eyes, dark hair and a deep olive colour to his skin. He’s about the same height as me and he’s actually a really nice and polite young guy and quite good looking.
My daughter is, well she’s my daughter….perfect in my eyes.
A few days later they arrived. It was early afternoon and we greeted them at the front door. My husband was home but he would be heading off to work for 4wks very shortly. There were all the usual hugs and kisses and then I showed them to their room.
We are in a small house. It is a single story 3x2 which means 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. Their room was directly across from our bedroom, not that that meant anything.
They got settled and we sat around the lounge room chatting and catching up over a few drinks.
Sara had been here before so I showed Sam where everything was and told him to help himself.
My husband had to get going for work so they wouldn’t see again while they were here.
It began to get late then Sara finished her wine and said she had an early start in the morning so she would be away early. She said they had some washing that needed doing so I told her to just put it in the wash basket in the laundry and I’d do it in the morning with mine.
Sara went to bed and Sam and I sat up and chatted over a couple more wines. He was telling me how they weren’t back together as a regular couple but sort of friends with benefits. I said to him that’s what Sara had told me as well, then he added that the benefits weren’t very regular.
I said nothing, and just nodded my head. I was thinking to myself, I know how that feels.
We finished our drinks and decided that it was a good time to finish up. We got up and I gave him a hug and kissed him goodnight on the cheek reminding him to put any washing in the laundry basket. We headed down the hallway, he turned left into their room and I turned right into mine. In our ensuite bathroom I went about my night routine of undressing except for my bra and knickers.
I usually sleep in these and then change them the next day. I washed my face and cleaned my teeth before climbing into bed and started reading.
I could hear soft muffled talking coming from their room even though both of our bedroom doors were closed but it wasn’t bothering me so I could continue reading. I was soon tired enough so I reached over and turned off the bedside light.
After a few minutes in the silence and darkness I could make out muffled talk and the odd “shhhhhhh” coming from their room. My mind began to wonder what they were talking about.
I listened harder…then I heard my daughter moan. They were having sex!
I lay there in the darkness listening to their awkward attempts at keeping their lovemaking quiet, and I suddenly found myself getting aroused from the soft noises coming from their room.
My fingers found their way inside my bra and I squeezed my already stiff nipples. Blood was flowing to all the right places, heating me up and swelling me as I pulled the thin material of my knickers aside and started playing with my smoothly shaved pussy.
I reached over and flipped on my bedside light, then opened my drawer.
I keep a small bottle of ‘wet stuff lubricant’ in there with my toys. I coated a good amount over my fingers then lay back down.
I smeared the slippery lubricant all over my slit, making sure my fingers wet my folds and opening. The soft noises escaping their room continued to find their way into mine. I started to masturbate. My natural wetness began to flow and mix in with everything else. Reaching back into the drawer I fumbled for my vibrator. I switched ‘him’ on (Yes my vibrator is a ‘he’).and moved ‘him beneath the bed covers.
I placed ‘him’ between my legs and inserted the rolling, twisting shaft into my wet pussy until the vibrating dolphins head was pushed up against my clit. My orgasm was now on its way and guaranteed.
Closing my eyes I pictured Sam fucking my daughter. I wondered what position they were in, and what his cock looked like. My breasts heaved at that thought as I ground my vibrator harder against my clit while enjoying the twisting and rotating shaft inside me. My god, this wasn’t going to take long.
Seconds later I came in a powerful orgasm and heard myself grunt loudly as it started. I quickly regained my composure while savouring its effects as it washed through my body. I switched ‘him’ off, then lay there quietly for a few minutes savouring in the afterglow as I always do.
Satisfied and relaxed, I pulled ‘him’ from me and repositioned my knickers before switching the light off and falling asleep.
Next morning I woke up. It was early. I’d forgotten about my vibrator still being in my bed so I gave ‘him’ a wipe and put ‘him’ back in my drawer.
I got up and put on my fluffy bathrobe and headed out into the kitchen. No one was up yet so I walked back down the hallway and knocked on their door.
“Make yourself decent” I said before opening the door. Sam was awake and still in bed. He was naked from the chest up but had the bed covers over his lower half and he was scrolling through his phone. He said that Sara had left about an hr ago and he would get up in a minute now that I was up.
I told him I was going to put the kettle on and I’ll see him in the kitchen. I looked around the room briefly and noticed an open and empty condom packet on the floor beside the bed.
I closed the door and smiled to myself….and thought, if he only knew.
I went out into the kitchen and put on the kettle, then walked into the laundry.
The basket was full so I started loading the clothes into the washing machine. Sam appeared in the doorway, semi dressed and asking me where the coffee was.
He was wearing just a T shirt and a nice pair of Bonds underpants.
I couldn’t help but notice his bulge and I thought to myself that he fills those out quite nicely.
I told him I’d be right out and I turned away from him. Just then I remembered about last night.
I hitched the sides of my bathrobe up and grabbed my knickers then pulled them to the floor. I stepped out of them, picked them up, and in one movement, popped them in the washing machine. I turned to leave and got a bit of a shock to see that Sam was still there.
“Oops” I said as we looked awkwardly at each other. I walked over and squeezed past him. “They look good on you” I said as I slipped past him.
He followed me back out into the kitchen. “Here it is” I said.
I showed him where the coffee was and told him I was going to have a shower and to just help himself to breakfast.
With my shower done I dressed casually in a T-shirt with a nice long sleeve shirt over the top and blue denim jeans.
Once dressed I headed back to the kitchen and on the way past Sam’s room I saw that the door was closed. I guessed he was getting dressed.
I had forgotten to turn on the washing machine so I went into the laundry and was about to close the lid when I noticed my knickers were missing. I was sure I put them on the top. I had a quick look in the machine but couldn’t see them. That was odd I thought but didn’t give it a second thought. I closed the lid and started the cycle.
Sam came out about 10mins later showered and dressed with a handful of washing. I told him to just put it in the basket and I’ll do it later. He seemed keen to do it himself but I said I’ll do it because there is already a wash on.
I asked how he had slept and he told me really well. He said that the bed was really comfortable. I let him know that our bedrooms weren’t that far apart and that sound travels. He went bright red and apologised. I smiled and told him not to worry about it.
He finished his coffee and said he was going to the shops to get a few things so I did a bit of tiding up around the house.
The washing soon finished so I hung that load out on the line, before starting another.
Sam had bundled his clothes up in a ball so as I was unravelling them, I was surprised to see my knickers fall out of the middle. That’s odd I thought, then I picked them up….they were damp…well semi wet really. I held them up and saw that the gusset area on the inside of my knickers was soaked. I held them to my nose and caught the strong aroma of semen. Now I know it’s been awhile, but a woman doesn’t forget what male semen smells like.
I stood there a little shocked at first but also flattered. He must have taken them when I was in the shower. A little buzz of excitement ran through my body and I admit I became quite aroused. I smiled to myself, what a horny little devil I thought. Did he have a thing for me…or just my knickers?
The washing got done and the day went on. Sara returned that evening and it was business as usual in the house. They went off to the movies that night and I decided to have a bath.
I ran a lovely warm bath and climbed in, relaxing straight away. My mind drifted off to what I had discovered today and I was surprised about how aroused I was.
I was thinking, was it just a fetish thing for him or is it me? Surely not I thought, I’m 20yrs older than him, but by god, the thought was making me horny, my pussy was tingling and random thoughts started running through my mind.
I lay in the bath thinking about him getting hard over my knickers and then wanking himself until he came all over them. I started to masturbate, imagining him pulling himself off and then my mind jumped to his cock being inside me…oh my god…. the thought instantly sent me into a crashing orgasm.
Needless to say, I slept well that night.
The next morning I decided to see if this was a 1 off thing with him, but every day my knickers went missing only to return in a ball of Sam’s washing and wet with his seed.
With my daughter gone for most of the day, we both had time to kill so I’d decided to play a game and subtly flirt with him for the rest of their stay.
I started giving him good morning kisses and hugs and then the same at night.
With most of the day to kill we spent pretty much all of our time together. We would go to the shops and for lunch and generally just hang out. The weather was good so we even went for the odd walk or 2 down at the local beach. I’d link my arm through his while we strolled along the sandy shoreline.
Each night when my daughter returned we would all sit and have a few wines and talk about our day. She would always head off to bed early and Sam and I would find ourselves sitting up and chatting in the lounge room. I actually had no idea why I was doing this but I liked it and it was a bit of fun.
We made idle talk and then decided it was time to call it a night. Before we went to bed, I gave him my husband’s bath robe to wear so he didn’t have to walk around in a t shirt and briefs. He thanked me and headed off to bed.
The next morning Sara was gone early as usual and I was up in the kitchen in my bathrobe as normal. Sam came out in my husband’s bathrobe when he heard me pottering about.
I gave a wee laugh at him and kissed him good morning on the cheek. I told him it suits him and least he should be warmer in it. He gave me a smile and went and sat on the lounge.
I told him I was going to have a shower and to help himself to breakfast, and with that I walked off into the laundry, slipped my knickers off from under my robe and placed them in the washing basket. I continued into my bedroom ensuite to have a shower.
I entered my bedroom and walked into the ensuite bathroom leaving the sliding door to the bathroom open as I do and turned on the shower. I was standing in front of the mirror when I noticed Sam appear in the doorway behind me. I turned to face him and saw he was holding my knickers in his hand.
We stared at each other for a second and then he reached down and loosened the tie that held his robe closed.
It fell open and I naturally looked down and saw he was naked and his cock was hard.
He stepped closer until he was right in front of me. I was backed up against the sink with nowhere to go, then he took my hand and guided it to his shaft. My fingers fumbled for a second then wrapped tightly around his rigid shaft. I began to pull up and down on his cock as he leant in and kissed me.
He undid my robe allowing it to fall open then slipped his hand onto my breast before running it straight down my front to my moistening pussy.
Without a word spoken, Sam dropped his robe to the floor and pushed mine off my shoulders. Both naked, he took my hand and led me into the running shower, then positioned me in front of him. He knew what he wanted and I was going to let him have it.
He immediately slipped his arms underneath mine cupping both my breasts. I felt his cock hard against my arse as he started to wash me from behind. The warmth of the shower quickly lathered the body wash up as he soaped my body and ran his hands all over me. My nipples were so hard and the increased pressure of him squeezing and rolling them sent a tsunami of wetness to my pussy.
I could feel his cock resting along my ass cheeks and he was slowly running it back and forwards getting lower and closer to my vagina. I widened my stance and bent forward a little, allowing him to rub his cock along the wet folds of my pussy. I reached down and he pushed forward into my hand and I pushed him inside me.
His cock stretched me and it felt amazing. He took hold of my hips with both hands and started to fuck me. We didn’t speak a word and I didn’t look back at him. He felt so good and somehow we both knew that this was wrong but we didn’t care.
Without me guiding him, he reached around and started to rub my clit. This made me tremble as he continued to slide his cock in and out of me. He kept rubbing my clit and I knew I was going to orgasm.
Suddenly I cried out. My knees buckled and went weak. Sam held me tight as I shuddered and struggled to stay on my feet. My pussy swelled then squeezed tight around his cock. Seconds later it was over for me and I began to regain some composure.
He was still inside me and started to thrust into me again. I knew he was about to cum, then no sooner had I thought it, he pushed deep into me and stiffened. I felt his cock swell and pulse then quiet grunts followed as he ejaculated inside me.
He held me tightly as warm spurts of semen pulsed and filled my married pussy. His grip loosened as he emptied inside me and he made sure he was completely spent before allowing his softening cock to fall from me.
I stood up and turned around smiling at him. We kissed and held each other for a few minutes letting the warm water of the shower wash over us. Sam broke our embrace, kissed me then stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.
I stayed in the shower and bit longer and cleaned myself up. Once I was dressed, I came back out into the kitchen.
Sam was there and this time he was dressed as well. He smiled at me and I just smiled back.
