I reached behind me to undo my bra clasp, when suddenly a voice from behind startled me.“Do you need a hand with that?” It was Darren!! If my heart was beating fast before, it was banging like a jackhammer now. I didn’t turn around, I just looked at his foggy image in the steaming up mirror and replied “Y…yes. If…..if you wouldn’t mind.”Of course I was happy that my son was coming home from college for the weekend. It had been months since I’d seen him.But I have to admit I was a little apprehensive when he asked if he could bring his friend Darren.As soon as I saw him though I was glad I had agreed. Tall, dark and muscular. It was just a shame I wasn’t 20 years younger.That didn’t seem to bother Darren though. He flirted with me outrageously, and I wasn’t sure he was joking either.Now I was home alone with him? Should I make a move? What could he possibly see in an overweight old divorcee like me?I ran the shower, but deliberately left the door unlocked.We would soon see how serious he was.This short story contains graphic descriptions of wet and steamy sex between a curvy older woman and a young, fit college boy, and as such should only be read by persons over the age of 18.Where available, you can click on “look inside” to get an uncensored taste of what they get up to, or you could just download the story. You won’t be disappointed!!Note – All characters in this story are over 18 and everything that takes place is entirely consensual and completely filthy.
