When I dated a man more than twice my age, I thought it would be fun to befriend his son, who’s only a year older than I am. Greg and I got along famously. Then one day my live-in love announced at the very last minute he would have to take an extended business trip. Knowing I’d prefer not to stay in our large home alone, he asked Greg to keep me company.

On our first night alone, Greg uncorked a bottle of wine from the cellar and suggested we take a dip in the hot tub. It seemed like the perfect way to unwind after a stressful week, and I gladly accepted the invitation. So we stripped down and jumped in.

As always, the conversation flowed swimmingly, and before long, the bottle of wine was empty.

“I’ll go grab another,” Greg said.

He moved to lift his body out of the hot tub, revealing his bare, sculpted backside. Something stirred inside me as a deep, insistent pulse of arousal picked up between my legs.

Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch him, skimming my hand over his dewy cheeks. My hand tingled as the hard curve of his muscle rippled against my fingers.

Greg looked over his shoulder, and his eyes connected with mine.

“I could also stay here,” he murmured. “Enjoying the night air and good company.”

He turned to face me, giving me an unimpeded view of his naked form. Greg’s body was chiseled and smooth like a fine marble sculpture. Broad, imposing shoulders sloped downward, guiding my eyes toward well-defined pecs and a tapered waist.

A light smattering of hair appeared just below his belly button, urging my eyes to fall even lower. Greg was already sporting a semi-hard dick, and it thickened before my eyes, gradually rising as if to point at me and say, “I choose you.”

The truth is I wanted him, too. I reached out again, skating my fingertips along his velvety shaft. His dick grew as hard as steel under my touch. I swear I felt it twitch beneath my fingers and tap against my palm as if silently begging for more attention from me.

I fisted my fingers around his girth and slid them from base to tip, then I directed his flared cockhead to my lips. His silken skin felt warm, and a gentle, but persistent pulse pounded against my hand. It seemed almost as if a tiny flick of my tongue could send him over the edge. But deep down, I suspected he had the staying power of any other young stud his age.

My tongue darted out of my mouth and swiped over the tip of his dick. I did it again and swept up a tiny bead of pre-come. Its salty, sour flavor exploded on my tongue, sending my taste buds into a frenzy. I don’t know what it is about a man’s slick natural lubricant that drives me wild, but when I manage to coax it out, I feel like a powerful fucking goddess.

Thirsty for more, I pumped my fist feverishly over his length and swirled my tongue all around the head of his dick. I swallowed him down entirely, but I was so overeager his dickhead tapped against the back of my throat. Still, I forged onward even as my eyes teared. I didn’t fucking care. It was all part of the experience of bringing a man to his knees with my mouth, lips and tongue.

I hummed with pleasure, allowing the vibrations to move from my mouth to his dick, and Greg sucked in a sharp breath.

“Oh fuck, Sharon,” he said through gritted teeth.

Greg rested his hands on the top of my head. He clutched my hair, pulling on it and making my scalp sting.

“Oh yes,” he groaned. “Oh, you dirty whore.”

Now Greg was really speaking my language. Dirty talk drives me wild. My mouth positively watered for him. I was on a mission to make him fall to pieces, and I wouldn’t stop until I’d achieved my goal.

While my mouth was busy massaging every inch of Greg’s shaft, my hand snuck between his thighs to play with his balls. His nuts were already tight, practically begging for a big release, and I wanted to be the one to give it to him.

Exploring Greg’s body with my mouth and hands was a heady experience. Over and over again, I trailed my tongue along the thick ridge that bisects the underside of his rod. I hummed a little tune while I worked, firing up both of us, and I realized I was matching the rhythm of a song we listened to hours earlier.

My free hand rested on his rock-solid thigh. His muscles flexed beneath my touch — the first signs of the tension that would precede an explosive orgasm.

It was only a matter of time. An intoxicating feeling of intense satisfaction washed over me, bathing me in its radiant glow. He was so close to coming that I could taste it.

Greg’s grasp on my hair grew even tighter. He held on to my locks like a cowboy would grip his horse’s reins, using his leverage to guide us toward satisfaction. But before we galloped to the finish line, his hips slowed and his hold on my hair relaxed. I kept sucking, but he stopped me and said, “That’s enough. There’s more I want to do with you tonight.”

I eased his rigid rod from my mouth and confessed, “I’m all yours.”

He took hold of my hand and pulled me up so we both stood in the hot tub. Moonlight reflected off of the rivulets of water dripping down my body, making the moisture sparkle like diamonds under its cool, blue glow.

“I want all of you,” he confessed. “I want to fuck you so hard you’ll still be walking funny when my father comes home.”

He placed his hands on either side of my torso. His fingers nearly spanned the full width of my trim waist. It felt so good to be in his large, capable hands.

Greg spun me, stopping me when I faced away from him and could see nothing but the dark night sky and the quiet woods behind the house. His hand slid up my back and pushed me down, bending me over the edge of the tub.

He bent to whisper in my ear, “Until my dad comes back, you’re all mine.”

Then his unsheathed dick pressed against my pussy hole before sliding inside me in one smooth motion.

“Oh yes,” I groaned.

My body offered Greg the warmest welcome. All it took was a few quick thrusts to make my walls ripple and twitch around his shaft.

“That’s right,” he muttered. “Take it all, you dirty slut.”

Something about Greg’s gravelly voice really fanned the flames of my desire. I wanted to hear him narrate every last sordid detail of our hookup.

I arched my back and rocked my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Tell me you like it,” I demanded. “Tell me you love my cunt.”

The moment the words left my mouth, my pussy clenched around Greg’s dick, gripping him tighter than I’d ever held any man before.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Say it, Greg,” I goaded him. “Tell me you love my warm, wet cunt.”

“I love it,” he said breathlessly. “I fucking love your warm, wet cunt.”

Greg slapped my ass cheek, his hand landing on my bottom with a loud crack.

I never thought I was one for spanking, but I was surprised to find I liked it very much. The tiny sting of pain was nothing in comparison to the intense pleasure that followed. My pussy pulsed around his dick, milking every last ounce of satisfaction out of him.

“That’s right. You love it, you naughty bitch,” he hissed hotly.

A loud sucking sound caught my attention. Next, I felt the spit-slickened pad of his thumb pressing against my rear entrance, and I knew I was in for a good time. Ass play has always been a favorite pastime of mine. It seemed Greg knew just how to get my motor running.

He circled the puckered hole, his thumb spreading his saliva over it. Even before he entered me, I was practically panting. Then he sank his thumb inside my backdoor and I really lost my fucking mind.

Greg stroked the fingers of his free hand down the center of my back, sending a shiver up my spine.

I love a man who knows how to fuck,I thought to myself.

While Greg’s thumb was still firmly planted inside my asshole, his other fingers rested atop the curve of my cheeks. He tightened his hold, treating my ass like a handle that allowed him to direct my body in the most satisfying way.

It turned me on letting my almost-stepson use me that way. I was his to fuck however he pleased, and that was an impossibly dirty thought that drove me wild. I don’t know what had gotten into me that night, but our sizzling encounter was one I’d never forget.

Greg continued to screw me and had me so hot I thought I might melt. There was no doubt that I was close to coming. Every movement in my pussy seemed to reverberate in my ass, which spasmed repeatedly around his invading thumb.

I rocked back against him, but he fucked me hard and fast, striking a tempo so quick that I couldn’t keep up with him. Instead, I tilted my head back and surrendered completely, trusting that he would drive us both to the brink in no time.

Within seconds, an orgasm claimed me, dragging me down beneath a tsunami of pleasure.

Greg wasn’t far behind. He broadcasted his pleasure, groaning so loud his voice seemed to echo through the treetops. As his climax rocked him, he pulled out and squirted spurt after spurt of come all over my back. When he finished, he eased his thumb from my asshole, sank into the warm water and pulled me onto his lap, where we stayed until we were both ready for round two.