Where it happened: My basement worshop
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My son, Tim, is on the high school basketball team, and we go to see all his games.
His girlfriend, Carol, is one of the cheerleaders (Pom Pon girls). She’s very cute and has a figure that is out of this world. Even I, at age 40, have a hard time concentrating on the game when she’s out there performing and jumping around. To be very frank, I get a hard-on every time I see her.
I didn’t think she and Tim had been intimate, but she is very flirtatious, and I’ve have had a good talk with him, man to man, about using protection if the urge becomes too hard to resist
Carol is around our house a lot, visiting with Tim, studying together, and doing research on Tim’s computer. And when she is, I almost feel like a teenager again myself.
This past Summer, I was in my basement workshop, doing some woodworking, when the doorbell rang, and when I answered it, Carol was there, looking for Tim. I told her that he had gone out with a friend of his, but he’d been gone a couple of hours, so he should be home soon. My wife was out shopping at the Mall. Carol asked me if she could stick around and wait for Tim, and I said O.K., and invited her to the basement where I was working. We also have a couch down there and some other furniture, along with a pool table and tennis table — and a TV.
I thought maybe she would watch a little TV until Tim got home, but she didn’t. She started asking me what I was doing, and engaged me in conversation as I worked. As I said, she is very flirtatious, and before long she was asking me some very intimate questions about how I’d met my wife, and whether we had had sex before we got married, and whether I thought it was O.K. to have sex before marriage, and things of that nature. Well, Mr. Wonderful, between my legs, began to get very hard, and before I knew it, this beautiful young thing had come over close to my workbench and was rubbing my erection through my pants, and started kissing me on the mouth. At first I resisted, but she came on to me very strong, and before I knew it, I had my pants and jockeys on the floor, and was fucking this beautiful girl there on the couch.She told me she was already taking the pill so it was O.K not to use protection. And, let me say, I felt like I was back in high school, making out with a high school sweetheart. She felt so good! I climaxed in her several times.And she kept telling me how good I felt inside her, I was like putty in her hands!
The whole thing took less than a half hour, but when we were finished, she told me that I was just as good as Tim, if not better!
We had just barely gotten dressed again and straightened up, when Tim and his friend came home and they all went up to his room to work on the computer. A little later, my wife came home, and she asked me what was wrong — that I looked a little flustered. Well, I was flustered, but couldn’t tell her why. I made up some sort of story and went back to my woodworking — but I couldn’t get Carol out of my mind. What a greatr fuck she had been. I had a hard-on the better part of the afternoon.
We’ve never done it since that day, but every time she comes around the house, she usually manages to give me a wink, on the sly, and a smile — which gives me an immediate hard-on, and I think back to that day on the couch.Twice I’ve had to go to the bathroom and jack-off while thinking of her.
Now I’m sure that my son, Tim, and Carol are making out like bandits, and I keep thinking about what a great time he is having.I love my wife, but I sure would like to have at least one more session sometime with Carol.
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