Even when my son, Todd, was little, I hated all the gatherings. I’m an introvert at heart, and every PTA meeting, recorder concert and holiday singalong had driven me mad. But I’d never skipped any of them, and his friends had given me the title: “The Cool Mom.” I couldn’t argue with that.

Fast forward many years. I was recently at a small gathering, and trying very hard to blend into the wallpaper, when I bumped into Todd’s old friend Carlos.

He turned to say something snarky, no doubt, before recognizing me.

His big arms came up to hug me, and he laughed against my neck.

“Hey there, Cool Mom,” he said. “How’s life?”

He smelled good. Warm and spicy with a hint of fresh breeze.

I found myself a little flustered, which was a surprise. I was facing a full-grown 25-year-old man, to whom I’d once handed ice pops and pizza at sleepovers when he was a young boy.

“I’m good. Very.”

Carlos gave me a once-over that made me blush hotly and said, “Yes, you are.”

I playfully smacked his arm, but I felt breathless. Was he flirting with me? I had a hard time believing he could be interested in me. Yet the rapid beat of my heart said maybe. Maybe he was.

“You look amazing,” he said.

His praise went straight to my pussy as a mental image of me kissing him rattled my brain.

“Thank you. You don’t look too terrible yourself, kid.”

“I’m not a kid anymore,” Carlos assured me. Then he leaned in very close to whisper, “Is there a Mr. Cool Mom? Or are you still single?”

“Still single. No luck in the romance department. I keep finding the duds.”

He stroked my arm affectionately and said, “That’s insane. You’re a catch. Always were.” He paused briefly before adding, “You know, I always had the biggest crush on you.”

He squeezed my hand as if he’d be taking his leave. But suddenly he said, “Would you think it was weird if I asked you to meet me after this raucous party ends?”

Words were failing me, but I managed a small, “No.”

“Good,” Carlos said with a broad smile that made my pussy pulse. He was staying at the hotel up the street and gave me his room number. “I’ve got a bottle in my suitcase, and I’d love to have a drink with you. Just us.”

“Just us,” I echoed as the crotch of my panties grew wet with my own anticipation.

A couple hours later, I was crossing the threshold into his room. He had his lips on mine and his hand under my dress before the door had even swung shut.

“Sorry,” he said, pressing me to the wall. “I’m being rude.”

His fingers reached under my dress and played over my panty-covered crotch. I gasped before saying, “Not rude. Enthusiastic.”

His mouth pressed to mine, and I kissed him back furiously. I was so turned on, I could barely think. I clearly appreciated Carlos all grown up.

His fingers slipped beneath my undies and swiped along the seam of my pussy lips. His fingertip briefly nudged my clit, and I sighed.

“You always were super nice,” Carlos said. Then his teeth grazed my neck, and I shivered. His fingers swept over my crotch again, and then there was one digit flicking between the wet folds of my pussy. “I’ve fantasized about this more times than you know,” he said.

A second later, his teeth clamped down on my earlobe and his finger penetrated my pussy. I made a soft sound that was half surprise and half urgent need. He plunged a second finger inside me and whispered, “You’re very wet, Cool Mom. Like I’d imagined.”

“I had no idea.”

“About me and my dirty fantasies?”

I nodded as he expertly moved his fingers in and out of my pussy. When he pushed them in deep, he curled them against my inner walls. When he pulled them almost free, his thumb brushed my clitoris.

I was so close to coming. I was so surprised and turned on by the whole animalistic attraction thing that I could barely control myself. His lips pressed against mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I kissed him back, desperately clutching his broad shoulders as he finger-fucked me. I came with a long loud sigh, but as soon as I found my voice I asked, “Can you take me over to that bed now and finally fuck me?”

With a grin, Carlos scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He plopped me playfully on the mattress and hiked up my dress. I lifted my hips, so he could whisk off my panties. He held out a hand, and I took it, sitting up when he yanked me toward him. He unzipped my dress and pulled it free of me. There I was in thigh-high hose and heels. His chocolate-brown eyes scanned me as he stood near the bed, and I felt myself blushing once more.

However, I didn’t let my sudden bashfulness stop me. I reached out a hand, snagged him by the belt buckle and tugged him closer to me. Then I unfastened his belt and pulled it free. The whisper of leather through his belt loops sent a shiver up my spine.

The whole experience was completely hot. I had worried the moment might be weird, but instead, I felt aroused and sexy and ready for anything.

I dropped his belt on the floor, popped his waistband’s button and drew down his zipper. Soft cotton yielded to my fingers when I slid my hand into his pants. His cock was a hard, ready rod beneath my touch.

Carlos groaned, feathered his fingers through my hair, and then ran his thumb along my lower lip. I licked his digit at first, then moved to capture it between my lips, drawing on it the way I would a cock.

He groaned again, a deep rumbling sound that turned me on even more. I yanked down his pants and boxer briefs, and his hard cock sprang free. I licked my lips and leaned forward. I knew he was watching me, and that’s what I wanted.

I started by giving him an almost chaste kiss on the tip of his dick, and he sucked in a breath. I let my lips part and sucked the cockhead into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his crown until he writhed restlessly. His thighs were tense hard muscle beneath my hands. I gripped him and drove my mouth down his length. Driving him half mad with want was my goal. It must’ve worked because his hands were in my hair as his hips shot forward, and he said, “You’re killing me. I might literally die.”

I laughed and pulled back, the intense moment shattered.

Carlos pushed me back gently. I spread out on the bed and watched him toe off his shoes and kick away his pants. His cock was hard, and I was beyond ready to have him bury it in my pussy. I was so ready I ached.

He hovered over me teasingly for just a second. Then he finally covered me with his hard, warm body. He exuded youth with every fiber of his being. His skin was smooth, his contours hard, and his breath was quick as he slid his cock along my cleft.

“I have jerked off to the thought of this so many times,” he said.

“You’re making me blush,” I said. Sliding my hand between us, I gripped him and stroked him.

“Good. It only makes you prettier, which seems impossible.”

His cockhead slipped over my clit, and the exhilarating sensation made me hiss.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, pulling him in for another kiss.

Carlos thrust into me lazily. I inhaled sharply as I moved my hips up to take him deeper. His dick hit all the perfect places within me. Warm syrupy pleasure unfurled in me, and I gripped his lean hips tighter and jerked my body upward to meet his every thrust.

Carlos found my hands and pulled them up above my head, pinning them to the mattress. His breath was hot on my skin, and his body moved fluidly with mine. I arched up, repeatedly squeezing my internal muscles around his cock until we both groaned.

Every part of me felt ready to come undone. Carlos gently rotated his hips, taking his sweet time fucking me. It was more of an around-and-around than an in-and-out, and every moment of our coupling was spectacular.

Meanwhile, his hands grew harsher, his grip on me tightening as his face became more intense and his movements quickened. He plunged into me deeper and harder, and that did me in. Hot pleasure flooded my body, and my breath caught in my throat. But he continued to fuck me until every last spasm had passed.

Carlos pulled free, rolled me to my side and entered me from behind as his arm cradled my leg so it was partially raised. He landed a flurry of kisses on my shoulder, neck and ear.

I sighed as his pace increased. I brought my fingers to my clit, swirling, stroking and hoping for one more soul-shattering release.

Carlos clamped a hand on my thigh, holding me steady and bucking his hips faster. At the same time, I pushed my body back toward his and stroked my clit more vigorously.

As he came, his teeth brushed my shoulder and my skin erupted in goose bumps. A shivery orgasm coursed through me as his body went rigid behind me.

He sighed and said, “I always knew you were the cool mom — but you’re even hotter than I’d imagined!”