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Click here"Get your shoes!"
"Huh, what?" The severity in my voice hadn't yet registered with Ash.
I opened the dryer and luckily one of my robes was in there. I threw the clothes I was wearing in the machine and closed the lid.
"Take all your stuff up to my bedroom!" I said in a hushed voice that was basically screaming I have no time to explain.
He watched as I cleaned any of the spilled cum I could see in the dim basement light. I put a pair of panties on to stop any from leaking then slowly went up the basement stairs ahead of Ash. The door creaked as I opened it. I could barely think of what I would have done if anyone was on the other side. The coast was clear. Ash had taken his overnight bag and clothes but was still naked and started to get dressed.
"Don't waste time! Just get up those stairs! I will be up in a minute, ok honey?"
He did as I asked, as he made his way up stairs I scanned for evidence in any form. I found his wet clothes in the washroom and his wallet, which was on the kitchen table, threw the cans in the recycling and decided that was the best I could do. While turning off lights, I checked behind curtains and behind furniture, my heart skipping beats each time. There was no time to send Ash home and even if there was I feeling the desire to spend the night with him. Our tryst had made me very emotional and I wanted desperately not to be left without him to protect me. With all his stuff in my room and the door closed, I could just say he got a ride home after he came back and sneak him out while they slept their hangovers off. It seemed that I had committed a crime but gotten away with it.
In my room Ash was standing in the middle of the room, still naked, and no doubt a little confused by the night's events. I wasn't in the mood for talking. I took my young lover by the hand and led him to my bed. I wrapped him up in my arms and we both quickly drifted off to sleep. The embrace lasted the rest of the night. The storm had ended and everything was calm again. We both awoke to the loud shouts of the boys coming home, both acutely aware of the trespass that had been committed. We tightly held each other bonded in our deviance.
"Nobody can ever know." I said in a caring tone, once it was safe to assume all the boys were in the basement.
"Nobody will ever know." My young lover reassured me, I knew he was telling the truth.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoThe actual sex was a bit porny – blow job, then cum on face, then fuck. It didn't seem real to me, unlike your other stories.
encore769over 2 years agowish it was me....i have fantasies of young guys, including some of my son's friends, this is so me. Thank you for the encouragement.
Carol
bigdaddyg123over 2 years ago"My Tryst With Forbidden Youth Ch. 01:" - Forty-three Year Married Mother, Michelle and Twenty Year Old Friend (Of Her Son), "Ash" Ashton.
This is the first story of 'michie' that I've read on 'Literotica', although I have read several of her stories on another site. This story is well written, probably better than she gives herself credit. The writer has instilled an aura of a mature person being the writer. The writer does somewhat overkill with the background personal analysis; although, the information does fill in many many questions as the story goes along.
I notice there is a chapter 02, which is great as there are several questions I have; maybe some of them will be answered. The first question is, why do writer's never care (?) or think to divulge the pregnancy "factor" or probability, especially if the lady/female is younger than sixty years old?
Having read all the comments, in my opinion there are too many whiny readers; they want to complain about minute' bullshit that means nothing about "the price of rice in China." If they don't like the story, they DO NOT have to read it, and then mouth off, as if they're masterful readers.....or could do better! Many of the whiners are "Anonymous" so they're afraid to take credit for their lousy opinions! My wish is that 'Literotica' would not allow 'Anonymous' readers comment. Butt, hey. I come here for the pleasure to read writers--good, bad or indifferent--write pornography that I love to read. Most all my reading interest is incest; this story is one of the few outside my fondest, biggest interest--because I knew she IS a good writer!!
