When I opened the heavy wooden gate, its creaky hinges heralded my entry. Mature sex I licked that first round off the edge of the tub, savoring the taste. Trevor saw me staring at our new neighbor’s groin. When I arrived at his doorway, I saw my 15-year-old boy sitting at his desk, completely naked, watching a video on his laptop. “Jesus Christ, Matt,” I said. “Actually…” Luke said, but he paused before completing the sentence: “…your husband is here.”
I folded my arms. As I had sometimes done in the past, I drooled a long gob of saliva onto Matt’s dick as I jerked him off. What I would have given at that moment to look – let alone be – 18 again. “Do you want to come in your Mom’s pussy?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. Rather than satiate the desire my moments with Matt had stirred up, my brief self-stimulation session had left me wanting so much more. I didn’t want to play the upset mom game anymore.
