Bonnie’s Mom’s Secret: My Forbidden Affair

Jane was still in her robe when I arrived at her house, sitting at the breakfast table sipping her coffee. I walked in, and she asked if I wanted something to eat, but I had something else on my mind.

“I don’t think what’s on the table is what I’m craving,” I said with a sly grin. Jane raised an eyebrow, and I could see the hint of a smile on her face.

“I think I know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction. “You want me, and you want it now.” I nodded, and she got up, brushed her teeth, and returned naked, her eyes locked on mine.

“So, have you finally broken your girlfriend Bonnie’s cherry?” she asked, climbing into bed beside me. I shook my head, and she pouted playfully.

“Come on, I told you to take a chance. That’s not all I said, though. I also told you about Barbara, Bonnie’s mom. She’s been complaining that her husband Buford isn’t satisfying her, and she’s been talking about you. She even mentioned that your dad was the first guy to sleep with her, maybe she should sleep with you before you get Bonnie’s virginity.” Jane’s voice was husky, and I could see the excitement building in her eyes.

“You’re kidding,” I said, trying to play it cool, but Jane just winked at me.

“No, I’m not. And it’s not just Barbara. There are plenty of other women in this town who are desperate for a young man like you. You’re a great kisser, and an even better lover. Maybe you should take a chance and see what happens.” Jane’s words were like a spark, igniting a fire within me.

I nodded, and a few days later, I found myself standing outside Bonnie’s house, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping that I wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Bonnie answered, looking beautiful as always, and invited me in. Her mom, Barbara, was working in the garden, but she came in to join us for lunch. As we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but notice the way Barbara was dressed – a halter top that showed off her cleavage and a pair of shorts that hugged her curves. She was a stunning woman, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction.

As we finished lunch, Barbara suggested that I help her hang some pictures, and I agreed, trying to play it cool. But as we worked together, I couldn’t help but notice the way she was looking at me, the way her eyes seemed to be flirting with me.

At one point, her top slipped, and I caught a glimpse of her breast. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I knew I was in trouble. Barbara looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and I knew that she was playing a game.

“My God, you’ve got a hard-on,” she said, her voice husky, as she realized what was happening. I nodded, trying to play it cool, but Barbara just laughed and winked at me.

“Hey, it was my pleasure,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Bonnie keeps her locked up like Fort Knox, but yours are gorgeous.” Barbara raised an eyebrow, and I knew I was in trouble.

“Oh shit, aren’t you the bullshitter, Ryan,” she said, laughing. But I could see the attraction in her eyes, the way she was playing a game with me.

As we finished hanging the pictures, Barbara suggested that we sit down and look at some photos. We sat side by side on the sofa, our thighs touching, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. Barbara pulled out an album, and we began to browse through it, our bodies touching, our hearts pounding.

After a while, Barbara leaned back on the sofa and asked if I could rub her neck. I nodded, and as I began to rub her back, I could feel her breathing on my cock. She moved her head closer and closer, until she was kissing my cock through my shorts.

But then she stopped and started talking about how wrong it was for her to be kissing and seducing her daughter’s boyfriend. I knew I was in trouble, but I couldn’t help myself. I kept kissing her ears and moving down to kiss her tits.

Barbara talked some more about how wrong it was, but I could see the attraction in her eyes, the way she was playing a game with me. She asked me how many times I had had sex, and I lied, telling her none. She seemed to be excited by this, and I knew I was in trouble.

I moved my hand under her shorts and down her crack, and Barbara let out a husky voice, telling me that it was so wrong, but we needed to go to her bedroom now. She flung off her halter and shorts, and I quickly removed my t-shirt and shorts.

We fell onto the bed in a 69 position, and I began kissing around her pussy. She told me to eat her now, no foreplay, just go for it. I found her clit and began to suck on it, and she arched her back, giving a little moan as she came.

The excitement of her orgasm caused me to come too, and we began to French kiss, mixing our cum. Barbara told me that she had only one other oral sex experience, but the guy had not made her cum. She was impressed by my skills, and I told her I had learned from a book.

She was still on top, rubbing her soaking wet cunt over my cock, and soon it was hard again. She guided my hand in, bareback, and we began to fuck. The headboard was banging off the wall, and soon she came again. I told her I was about to come, and she told me to shoot it in her.

“What about pregnancy?” I asked, but she just grunted, telling me that it was a safe time. As I shot my load into her belly, she came again, and we collapsed onto the bed, our hearts pounding.

After a few minutes, Barbara sat up and smiled at me, telling me that for my first fuck, it was fantastic. She said that if I married her daughter, she expected me to fuck her at least once a month. I didn’t marry Bonnie, but I did fuck her eventually, and Barbara and I continued to fuck for the next twenty years. Buford never found out, as far as I know, and yes, Jane was right – there were plenty of other women in town who were desperate for a young man like me, and I was available.