It was 10 o’clock on a hot sleepless night and the storm seemed to be moving away. Earlier lightning had knocked out the power so the windows in my bedroom were open to let in any hint of breeze that might be left behind. The sweet smell of negative ions lingered in the air from the rain and I could hear the faint rumbling of thunder in the distance. It was much too hot for clothes or sheets, so I lay naked on my bed staring at a ceiling that I could see only when heat lightning flashed in the distance and softly lit up the room.
My body was wet and shiny with sweat from the summer heat. I slid the long red nail of my index finger down from my neck, between my breasts and onto my smooth, flat stomach feeling for that trimmed strip of pubic hair that led down to my center of pleasure.
With my eyes closed, I drew my knees up placing my feet flat on the bed and slightly apart. I began to rub my inner thighs with my fingertips … coming ever so closely to, but never touching, my hot wet pussy. My mind was in a place where it seemed to go all too often and just on the other side of my bedroom wall was the subject of my fantasy.
Between soft rolls of thunder I could hear the bed springs from the next room and I was torn between forbidden desires and a dire need to be satisfied. I wanted to go to him, this young boy whom I had watched grow into such a handsome young man. I wanted to lie next to him and press my soft warm body against his. I wanted to feel him grow in my hand … in my mouth.
Again, the thunder rolled. I opened my eyes and in a flash of distant lightning I could see him standing in the doorway of my room. He had gotten so much taller over this past year. His shoulders had gotten broader and his voice somewhat lower when it wasn’t cracking. So many changes over time had made the young boy take on the appearance of a man. For one fleeting moment I felt shame for having such lusty thoughts of my own flesh and blood but that soon passed and I held out my hand and invited him in.
“Come closer, honey,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about you and I can’t sleep. Come here and stand next to my bed.” As he moved closer, I sat up and turned to face him. Reaching out, I put my hands on his strong muscular chest. I leaned forward sliding my hands down his belly, my long nails leaving trails on his young skin. Without hesitation I reached for his cock and drew it close to my face. I placed his thick, hard cock against my cheek then slid it across my mouth. My lips parted and my tongue began to explore the spongy purple head of his beautiful young cock. His fingers were soon lost in the long tresses of my auburn hair. His hips pushed forward and deep moans spilled from his lips as I drew his young cock into my hungry mouth. Knowing it would be only moments until he filled my mouth with his sweet creamy liquid I moved away and lay back, pulling him down on top of me. My body ached to feel him inside me.
His lips met mine with a fire I hadn’t felt in a long time. His cock began to piston my hot wet pussy. The bedsprings creaked. The headboard sounded like a jackhammer against the wall; wet, hot bodies strained in the heat of passion… and then eruption.
Outside the rain began to fall again, steady and hard. Lightning flashed in the distance one last time and sleep finally came.
