Alice2015
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"Dude! Your Mom is Hot!"
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Ella Smith could feel her orgasm approaching, the pleasure welling slowly but steadily toward imminent explosion. She wasn't fucking her husband; they hadn't had sex in almost six months, and the last time he'd made her cum had been at least six months before that. And she wasn't with one of her lovers or with a hookup from the club she frequented with her girl friends, friends who she could trust not to report back to her husband.
No, Ella was all alone and pleasing herself with her newest toy, the Magic Finger. She pressed it firmly to her clit and prepared herself for an amazing orgasm … when suddenly, the little vibrator went still and silent.
"Fuck," she murmured, remembering she'd forgotten to put it on the charger after its last use. She tossed it aside and retrieved one of her other toys, only to find its batteries weak. She tried to swap out its power sources with that of the remotes for the television, air conditioner, and little penlight on her key chain. But all were the wrong battery. Growling in every increasing volume, she cursed, "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Ella tried to simply manipulate herself to orgasm with her own fingers, but by that point the moment was over. She gave up and headed for the shower. She had club hopping plans with the girls, so there was always the chance she might find some guy who could finish her off properly before nights end.
When she'd finished and was dressed, Ella headed down the stairs, stopping suddenly at the bottom to the unexpected sight of her son and one of his friends or, more likely, one of his tutoring subjects. She gave them both a smile, then moved ahead to kiss the recently turned 18 year old on the forehead as she said, "Ryan, honey, I didn't know you were home. Who's your friend?"
As she listened to their responses, Ella reflected on her relationship with her son. Ryan hadn't actually come out of her own womb. In fact, no one ever had; Ella was childless in the biological sense, and her pussy had only been a recipient of objects, not the producer of them.
Ella had been barely 19 when she'd met Ryan's then-28 year old father, recently widowed and raising his one and only child, a toddler at the time, on his own with the help of baby sitters and on again, off again nannies. Ella hadn't so much fallen in love with Robert as she'd fallen in love with what he could offer her. He was a well-to-do lawyer with a steady income, nice home, and pre-made family in need of a mother-type. Ella had always loved children -- she was the eldest of six kids -- but she hadn't been that hip on squeezing one out of her own body. So a first date fuck led to a weekend in Cabo, which led to occasional gettogethers in local hotels, which led to meeting Ryan and a three month affair, which led to cohabitation, engagement, and marriage.
So, while she may not have been his biological mother, Ella had still raised Ryan as if he was of her own flesh.
All had been right with the world until just the last couple of years. Oh, it had nothing to do with Ella and Ryan; it was all about her and her husband. Robert had begun having affairs. Ella knew, of course; the wife always knows, even if subconscious tells her conscious that she's imagining things. But, to be honest, Ella wasn't even that sure that she cared. She'd been perfectly fine with her husband fucking around at the start. And then later, after she'd finally opened her thighs to another man and enjoyed one of the greatest orgasms of her life, Ella had realized that this was just the way she wanted it.
And yet, there was still something less than satisfying about it all. Meeting strange men out in the clubs and slipping off to motels or back rooms or even back seats just wasn't doing it for her.
Ella had come into Ryan's life when he was but a child. And now, he was well past puberty and a young man himself. Ella had caught herself ogling his tight, young, firm body occasionally; she'd even taken to masturbating at the thought of having him inside her. Ella would never fuck her son, or step-son, of course.
But … his friends?
Now, that was another story. Ryan was very popular at school: he was on the student council, was in several clubs, played some sports, and tutored several students, some of them jocks, some of them just Regular Joes needed a hand up. And most of them were males, enough so that for a while there Ella began to wonder whether or not Ryan might be a closet homosexual.
What Ella hadn't realized about the high male ratio of friends coming over to the house was that they weren't there to be with Ryan; they were there to be close to and get a look at Ella. And tonight, Ella was very much work looking at...
She'd dressed in tight fitting jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips, as well as a faux-leather vest that pushed her tits in and up and was cut high enough in the front to show off the 2 carat diamond stud belly ring and gold chain dangling from it that her husband had bought her on their tenth anniversary. Three inch heel cowboy boots emphasized the length and shape of her athletic legs and, of course, only helped to make her ass look as good as it did.
"You're father's in New York until tomorrow afternoon, Ryan," Ella reminded him after the introductions ended. She circled the kitchen table as she checked her clubbing purse for the needed items. "You know your curfew ... and you know I don't care if you abide by it, so ... but be good tonight and stay out of trouble. I'm going dancing with the girls."
As she neared Ryan, she told him, "I'll be home by three. I'll try not to wake you, if you even here."
She gave them a devilish smile and a flirtatious wink, then kissed Ryan on the forehead again and said, "Stay out of trouble."
Heading for the door, however, Ella couldn't help but give the other boy -- man -- a second look and a bit of an ogle. He was a Greek god or anything, but he was good looking and fit enough to make Ella want to cancel her plans and mess up her bed with him in it. If only these boys had such an interest in me, she thought.
Ella turned into the hall toward the back door and out of sight of the boys. She opened the back door, then suddenly wondered whether or not she had her keys. She closed the door and checked her purse, and that was when she heard it.
"Dude! Your mom is hot"
She stood there a moment listening to them talk back and forth in hushed tones. And suddenly, Ella had no desire to go out on the town to look for a man who wanted to fuck her. She was pretty sure there was one right here in her own home. Okay, so he was 18 years old, maybe 19. But that would work, too.
She opened the back door and called out, "I'm back. Can't find my keys."
Sliding them under the laundry on top of the dryer, Ella emerged into the kitchen to find the young men with sheepish expressions. She shrugged, saying, "Can't find my keys, and, the girls have already headed for the City. I could call one of them, or call an Uber or Lyft. But..."
She looked at Ryan's friend, asking with a playful, pleading tone, "Could ya? It's just to downtown. Fifteen minute drive. And I'll give you boys some cash, for the arcade or theater or whatever. No booze! At least, not with my money."
