When my husband returned from his annual fishing trip with his best childhood friend, he asked what I thought about Ted’s 20-year-old son coming to stay with us when he got out of school for summer vacation. Ted had told him that Ben had worked for him the year before, but it hadn’t gone well because felt he didn’t have to do much since he was the boss’s son. Steve said he could put Ben to work in his auto shop and figured he would have to get things done since it would be a real job as opposed to working with his father. “But only if you agree,” he said when he told me his idea. I said it was fine.

My husband leaves for work before five in the morning and gets home between six and seven every night, so I agreed to take Ben to and from work each day because I had the summer off from my job as a teacher. Ted and Steve also made a list of rules for Ben, including having to clean his own room and do his own laundry, since he still lived at home and usually had his mother do things; Ted wanted his son to learn how to be a man.

Ben arrived about a month after we made our plans for him, and he proved to be a very helpful young man. He kept his room sparkling clean and volunteered to do all our yard work in exchange for his room and board. And in between his work at Steve’s shop and all the work he did around the house, he always found a little bit of time to check me out.

Ben returned to school at the end of August, but he was back the following June, after finishing his sophomore year of college, and Ted told us he wanted to earn some money to help cover his college expenses. Ben had matured even more since he’d last stayed with us, and he seemed quite confident in himself.

This time, I noticed Ben was going out of his way to open the car door for me — which put him in position to see anything that could be exposed as I got in or out of the car. He would also sit in chairs that afforded him the best angle to look up my skirt. Since he was an attractive young man, I wasn’t always careful about not exposing my charms.

Steve noticed Ben had an unobstructed view of my white panty crotch one night when he returned from the bathroom, but he said nothing at the moment. It wasn’t until later, when we were making love, that he asked me if I’d been screwing Ben. I told him I hadn’t, but that it sure seemed like Ben would like it if I would. Steve hugged me tight as he thrust gently into my wet and willing pussy and said, “I’ve got a feeling I’ll be sharing this hot cunt with him very soon — ”

Knowing that my husband was okay with me having a summer fling with Ben, I started to expose more and more of my legs and my inviting cleavage. My teasing was more intense when I was alone with our houseguest.

The following Saturday, Steve left early in the morning to go fishing, as usual, so I lounged around in bed until I heard Ben mowing the backyard directly below the bedroom balcony. I slipped out of bed totally naked and moved to where I could peek through the blinds and watch him. When I saw him coming toward the house, his eyes cast up toward the balcony, I walked slowly past the door and pulled the cord to close the blinds. Peeking out again, I saw Ben had stopped mowing and was looking up at the now-covered glass doors.

I took a shower, making sure to wash my pussy and clean it of all traces of the sex I’d had with Steve the night before and earlier that morning. I put on my shortest jean cutoffs with a button-up top. I left my shirt unbuttoned to just above the swell of my breasts and tied the tails below the two closed buttons, exposing my midriff. Sitting in front of a full-length mirror, I could see my lacy white panties exposed on each side of the narrow crotch of my cutoffs. Looking closer, I saw tufts of curly red pubic hair peeking out of the leg holes of my panties. I decided that if I didn’t get his attention in my outfit, then Ben must certainly be gay.

I fixed breakfast and ate, but kept the skillet warm until Ben finished mowing, calling him in for hot cakes, eggs and bacon. I sat on a stool at the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee, putting myself in a perfect position to flash Ben, who was seated at the lower table, without being obvious. When he finished eating, I put his plate in the sink and poured him another glass of juice before taking my seat at the island again. This time, I pulled my legs up so my feet rested on the top rung, just below the seat, knowing this would give Ben an even more intimate view of my pussy. When I saw him trying to adjust his cock, I turned to look out the window, not wanting him to be embarrassed by my seeing him do it.

I sat and talked to him for another 15 minutes, then told him I needed his assistance while I washed the window over the front door. I asked him to get a stepladder from the garage while I got the window cleaner and some towels. I stopped him when he started to go up the ladder, saying I just wanted him to hold it steady while I cleaned the window. I told him I’d fallen once when the ladder slipped and didn’t want that to happen again. I carefully climbed the ladder and began to clean the window better than it had ever been cleaned before, knowing my ass was just a foot above Ben’s face.

I stood with my feet as far apart as the step would allow, giving him a bird’s-eye view of my scantly covered cunt for about six or seven minutes. I managed to slip my toe off the step as I started down, and Ben quickly grasped both my hips to prevent me from falling. I let him steady me longer than necessary, pretending to be scared, then continued down the ladder with his hands still on my hips.

Once on the floor, I turned quickly and put my arms around his neck, kissing him for saving me from falling while making sure he felt my breasts pressed firmly against his chest. I looked up at him and licked my lips before saying, “You have the sweetest tasting lips,” and kissing him again. This time, his arms went around me and he returned my kiss. Then his hands slipped down to cup the cheeks of my ass, pulling me snugly against the erection that extended up to the waistband of his shorts.

Suddenly, he broke our embrace. He was panicking, and he worried that he was doing something wrong. “You’re a married woman!” he cried. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so sorry!”

I held onto Ben’s hand and told him he had nothing to be sorry about. “I started it,” I reminded him. “I haven’t been able to keep from wondering how it would feel to be in the arms of such a young, handsome man again.

“I loved feeling your hardness against me,” I continued. “I’d really like to feel it inside me, too.” I reached out to rub his straining erection. I knew he couldn’t deny his attraction to me any longer. When I took his hand again and turned to lead him upstairs, he followed without hesitating.

In the bedroom, we kissed again, and by the time our lips parted, he was shaking like a leaf. I couldn’t tell if he was nervous or excited, and I told him, “Don’t do anything you don’t want to. You can go, if you want.”

He shook his head, indicating that that wasn’t what he wanted, so I reached out and started to pull off his shirt, waiting to see how he’d react. When he stretched his arms up over his head so I could remove his shirt, I knew we were going to go through with it.

I opened wide, taking about three inches of his cock into my mouth and causing him to explode as my tongue twirled around his head. I had to swallow several times to take his load, and each time I got a mouthful of heaven.

I moved to lay across the bed and asked Ben if he’d help me take off my cutoffs. His cock surged back to full erection as he unsnapped and unzipped my fly to tug off the cutoffs, leaving me in white bikini panties that were so brief they couldn’t contain my curly bush. Ben stared at the hair above the panties for a moment before asking if he could remove my panties, as well. I nodded yes, then raised my hips to make it easier for him.

Having lost my modesty many years ago, I just kept my knees up and spread them wide, exposing my flowering pink blossom to his eager eyes. He stared intently at my pussy as I began contracting and releasing my inner muscles so my vagina flexed rhythmically. He let out a low groan and managed to ask if he could touch me “there.” I said yes and guided his hand to my wet, slippery gash.

He slipped a long finger into my snatch and curled it up toward my G-spot, but he withdrew his digit and began thrusting it in and out without touching that hot spot inside my pussy. His finger moved in and out for a few moments, but pretty quickly it was obvious that he wanted to finally fuck me. He seemed hesitant to mount me, though. When I encouraged him to get to it, he said he couldn’t. “I don’t have any condoms,” he told me. As soon as I told him that condoms weren’t necessary, he immediately assumed the position and aimed his dick at my hole.

He clumsily probed for my entrance, and I reached out to help guide him. As soon as he found his way in, he easily sank in to the hilt. In spite of my having just sucked him off, he lasted only a dozen or so strokes before he filled my pussy with a gush of his young semen.

He collapsed on top of me, having momentarily exhausted his strength, and I began to wonder if I’d misread him. I’d been almost certain that he’d been with girls his own age, but now I wondered if he’d been a virgin; he didn’t seem to have the ability to control himself. I didn’t have long to think about it, though, because it seemed that even though he’d come again, he hadn’t gone soft, and in a matter of minutes, he was thrusting into me again. He reached under me, cupping both my ass cheeks, and pulled me up to meet his thrusts as he relentlessly pounded my box. We went at it for 10 or 15 minutes before we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm that left us both pleasantly satisfied.

Being in the prime of his life, Ben was ready and eager to go again in less than 20 minutes, and being horny as an alley cat myself, I scrambled up on my hands and knees. His long, thick cock slipped easily into my cream-filled sheath, making me moan softly whenever his low-hanging testicles slapped my ass. This position was perfect to stimulate my G-spot, and he quickly sent me spiraling off in orgasm.

I slumped to the bed when my orgasm subsided, taking Ben with me. He continued to hump me, though, thrusting until he tensed and shot one more load inside me. Then he rolled off me and lay beside me.

After resting for a bit, he told me that sex had never been so good with any of the other girls he’d been with. He said they’d never let him do it twice in one night, and they weren’t very good when they went down on him, either. I asked him how many girls he’d been with, and he told me three. “I used condoms with all of them,” he said. “But being inside you without a condom was 10 times better.”

We lay in bed chatting for half an hour before I saw he’d developed another erection, and I told him we should put it where it do both of us the most good. He mounted me once more, slipping effortlessly into my sperm-filled pussy. “I can’t believe how good it feels!” he exclaimed as he slid balls-deep into me.

Let me just say that it’s a damn good thing my pussy was seasoned from years of fucking, because Ben outdid himself that day. He had his cock buried in me all day long, and he seemed to have an endless supply of semen, which he continued to pump into my quivering quim. I’m not sure how many times he came inside me that day, but the last time was only 15 minutes before Steve got home.

The rest of the summer was one of sensuous sex, with Ben and I fucking almost every day, and Steve and I fucking every night. It was one of the best summers of my life.