Sometimes the forbidden fruit shouldn’t be forbidden

My husband goes on business trips all the time, and usually, it doesn’t take long for me to get lonely. But I knew this time would be different — and with Daniel around, it was best to get Martin out of the house for a while. I probably wasn’t going to have an opportunity like this again. How often do I get to try to deflower a 26-year-old virgin? In this day and age, I didn’t even realize there was such an animal on the planet — especially not a male animal. There was no way I was going to let this unicorn get away without making a play for that virgin territory.
But I still had my son to worry about. I wondered how I was going to do what I needed to do with Joe in the house. I could always have him run errands for me, but chances were, his friend would end up going with him. And even if he didn’t, that trick would only work but so many times. It was going to be a challenge to get Daniel alone.
That morning, Joe’s boss solved my problem for me. We had barely sat down for blueberry pancakes when he got a text message from work.
“Shit! Mom, I’m sorry, but I have to call in to see what’s going on.”
“No problem, honey. Do what you have to do.”

And I did what I had to do. I sat across from Daniel as he ate his pancakes, and fantasized about what I wanted him to do with his beautiful pink lips. One of his hands was firmly locked around his fork, while the other was planted open on the dining room table next to his plate.
“Would you like anything else, Daniel?” I asked him, lightly brushing my hand against his on the table.
“I wouldn’t mind some orange juice. But I can get it myself if you want. You don’t have to serve me.”
“That’s okay,” I said, getting up from the table and standing next to him. “I don’t mind servicing you.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel watching me sashay into the kitchen. As I poured orange juice into a glass, I thought about how my son was really going to ruin my plan if I couldn’t get him out of the house. By the time I got back to the dining room, I found out Joe’s boss really had taken care of everything for me.
“Here you go, Daniel,” I said, handing him his orange juice and glancing over at my son hurriedly stuffing pancakes into his mouth. “What’s the rush, Joe?”
He sighed. “I hate to do this, Mom, but it turns out I have to go in to work this week. I’m so sorry.”
“Well, I’m not going to lie, Joe. I am disappointed.”

That was a total lie. Inside I was doing backflips at the prospect of being alone with Daniel all day while my son was at work.
“I know. I’m not happy about it either.”
Then Daniel, not aware of what was in store for him, practically ruined my sexy plans. “Maybe it would be best if I stayed at a hotel for the night. That way, I can go to my interview tomorrow, and then go home right afterward. I really don’t want to get in the way.”
Before my son could say anything, I had to do some damage control. “Don’t be silly, Daniel. I don’t mind if you stay here for the week like you planned. You can still hang out with Joe when he gets home from work.”
There was no way I was going to let this unicorn get away without making a play for that virgin territory.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to bug you all week. I’m sure you have better things to do than babysit me.”
“It’s no problem whatsoever. If you want to stay, you’re more than welcome to stay.”
“Are you sure, Mom?” my son asked, getting up from the table so he could get ready for work.
“Absolutely. Daniel won’t be in the way. Hell, maybe I can put him to work.”
I definitely wanted to work him.
“Uh-oh, you’d better watch out,” Joe laughed. “She may have you scrubbing the floors before noon if you’re not careful.”
“I wouldn’t mind it one bit,” Daniel said with a smile. “At least I won’t feel like a total mooch if I’m working around the house.”
Boy oh boy, was he going to be working.
“I’m sure I can find something for you to do while Joe’s at the office,” I said, knowing that truer words had never been spoken.
And that’s exactly what I did.

Joe had been gone about an hour when I finally dragged myself upstairs to take a shower. I left my bedroom door wide open, just in case Daniel was interested in a nice little peep show. I stripped down and slowly headed by the guest room stark-naked. I didn’t see Daniel, but I hoped he got a glimpse of my naked body and got some ideas about what he could do with it.
I stepped into the tub and turned on the shower, my heart racing at the possibility that Daniel had seen me. The water felt good as it violently splashed all over my body. I closed my eyes and fantasized about my houseguest, wondering how the rest of his visit would play out. He was such a handsome man, I still couldn’t fathom the fact that no woman had gotten him sexually yet. I caressed my skin with the washcloth, thinking about all the things I’d do to him, all the things he’d do to me, and how he would always remember me as the woman who taught him how to be a lover.
I stepped out of the shower and admired the drops of water that dripped from my skin onto the floor before I started to dry off. I thought I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I strategically positioned the towel so Daniel could see the best parts of my body. He walked by the bathroom and, in the corner of my eye, I saw him do a double-take and stand in front of the door for a few seconds. I didn’t let on that I saw him watching me; I just went on about my business. The important thing was that he saw me. It didn’t matter if he knew I saw him.
I left my bedroom door wide open, just in case Daniel was interested in a nice little peep show.
I slowly walked by the guest room, longing for Daniel to look at me again. I couldn’t tell if he saw me that time, since he was fiddling around with the remote control. I imagined he was looking for porn because I had made him so horny with my sexy strut. But he had no reason to look for porn — he was about to get a sex show up close and personal.

When I got to my bedroom, I was bursting with excitement. I kept the door open and laid down on my bed. I was flat on my back, legs spread, so if Daniel walked by, he would get a bird’s-eye view of my pussy. I circled my clit with my fingers, enjoying my wetness and aching for Daniel to put his strong hands all over me.
I continued to massage my moist clit for a few minutes, but there was no sign of him. I had to get his attention. I had to find a way to get him to watch me pleasuring myself. So, I knocked over a glass that was resting on my nightstand. I knew a gentleman like Daniel would be sure to see if anything was wrong — and do whatever he could to help. And right on cue, as soon as the glass shattered against the hardwood floor, I heard him get up from the bed in his room.
By the time he got to the doorway, I’d already slid two fingers inside my pussy and was furiously fucking myself. Our eyes locked. This time, I didn’t even bother pretending not to see him, and he certainly couldn’t pretend he wasn’t watching. Neither of us spoke. I arched my back and continued digging my fingers deeper and deeper inside my dripping, wet hole. He looked mesmerized, as if he had never seen a woman pleasuring herself before. I glanced over at his crotch and saw a bulge slowly forming in his pants. As his cock got bigger and bigger underneath his clothes, I fucked myself faster and faster. I let out a loud moan when I came. Daniel walked away, and I curled my body into a ball on the bed. Part of me wondered if I had gone too far. But since we were clearly both enjoying it, I wanted to go all the way.
I resisted the urge to drift off to sleep, and got up to get dressed. There was a ton of stuff to do around the house — it wasn’t like I could spend every waking moment seducing Daniel. As I walked by the guest room, it appeared the tables had turned. Daniel kept the door wide open, and I saw him — naked, lying flat on his back, legs spread, cock at full attention. He slowly stroked himself. He looked up at me with lustful eyes, and I watched him. But unlike Daniel, I wasn’t about to suffer in silence.
“Do you need help with that?”
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me and pounded his meat into his tight, determined fist. I started getting damp again, and all I wanted was to climb on top of his cock and ride it until it exploded between my thighs. But I didn’t. I watched him beating his cock until a spurt of his creamy seed covered his fingers.
“I know all about you, you know. About…your issue,” I told him. “I overheard my son talking to you about it before you got here. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. But, I think we should come up with ways to fix it…together.”
Daniel didn’t say anything. He just wiped the come off his hand and stomach and stared at me. He smiled. I went downstairs to vacuum the living room, knowing that I had him.

I closed my eyes and fantasized about my houseguest….
The next day was Daniel’s big interview at my son’s company. As I scrambled eggs for them, I overheard Daniel say he planned to go into work with Joe that morning, and would sit in his car until the interview. Then after his appointment, to kill time before Joe got off from work, Daniel would hang out at the mall all afternoon. I didn’t like the idea of him just wasting a day at the mall that he could spend fucking me, but they agreed it would save Daniel the trouble of driving Joe’s car back and forth 45 minutes each way.
“Daniel, I don’t have a lot going on here today,” I said to salvage my fantasy. “I can drive you there and back.”
“Mom, are you sure?”
“Absolutely! It’s ridiculous for him to hang out all day at the mall wearing a business suit. I’d be happy to take him to his interview.”
And so I did.
At first the ride was awkward — we were clearly both feeling uncomfortable about watching each other masturbate the day before. But about fifteen minutes into it, a funny commercial for the local sex toy store came on the radio. We glanced at each other for a few seconds and then we both burst out laughing. Daniel blushed and fidgeted in his seat. I could tell he wanted to talk about what we did, but just couldn’t bring himself to say anything. So, once again, I took the lead.
“Women really like their sex toys, you know,” I said with a huge grin on my face.
“I’ve heard that before, but I have to admit, I never had the opportunity to see it up close and personal.”
“I know I didn’t have a toy, but you liked what you saw, didn’t you?”
“Absolutely! Wasn’t it obvious? And you liked what you saw?”
“I loved what I saw,” I said with a wicked purr. “I want to see more.”
I took one hand off the steering wheel and rested it in Daniel’s lap. First I started massaging his knee, then I worked my way upward to his crotch. He already had a hard on poking through his dress pants.
“May I ask you something, Daniel?”
“Of course.”
I stroked his thick cock through his pants. He closed his eyes and started biting his lip. “About what I said yesterday…I mean, what I overheard my son talking about…is it true?”
He gulped. As I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down, I started feeling guilty about bringing up his virginity. He seemed to be in a state of arousal and embarrassment all at once. “Yes. I’m afraid it is.”
He sounded sad. I stopped stroking him because it just didn’t feel right in that moment anymore. I wanted to make him feel better — and not just sexually.
“You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. I meant it when I said that yesterday. But…I guess I just don’t understand it. You’re so attractive, you’re such a joy to be around, I just don’t get why some woman hasn’t snatched you up yet.”
“It’s not for lack of trying, Fiona. I don’t know, it just never seemed to work out. And then, the next thing I knew, I was a 26-year-old freak.”
“But you’ve had girlfriends, right?”
“Sure. But I haven’t been with anyone seriously. Some girls have offered to sleep with me, but it just didn’t seem right. Like they thought I was a charity case or something. And there was no real connection there. I guess I don’t want to do it just to be doing it. I feel like I deserve more than that. And my future lover does too. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah. It does.”

Daniel gripped the back of my head firmly….
“It’s so hard to find someone I feel comfortable with. And I’ve been so busy with work…life just seemed to have gotten in the way of me getting laid. One day you’re getting your degree, you get a job, you work hard, you miss out on certain things — even lovemaking.”
“I can see that. But still…you need to…um…smell the roses sometimes.”
“I guess I need to smell something, right?” he laughed. “Do you think any less of me?”
“That’s not even possible.”
“You don’t think I’m weird? That there’s something wrong with me? I mean, sometimes when I tell a girl about it she just….”
“Any woman who makes you feel badly about who you are doesn’t deserve to be here first.”
“Thanks. You’re probably right.”
We listened to the radio and changed the subject. I was beginning to feel some ambivalence about my scheme. God knows I wanted him, but I started to wonder if it was such a good idea to be his first. Maybe it was best for him to wait for someone who was really in love with him, and not give it up to some married cougar who happened to be his best friend’s mom.
We arrived at Joe’s company with 20 minutes to spare. I found a place in the parking lot and expected Daniel to jump out of the car and run away from me as fast as he could. But he didn’t.
“Are you ready for your interview?”
“I’m a little nervous. I really want this job. It would be a great opportunity and a huge step forward in my career.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great. I know Joe put in a good word for you, but even if he didn’t, you can charm the pants off of any human resources executive.”
“I could really use something to relax…you know, like what you were doing before. But…you know…maybe more of it.”
There wasn’t a lot of time, so I had to dive right in. I unfastened my seat belt, and started working on his zipper. I crouched down in my seat, and pulled down his slacks and underwear until they hit the floor of the car. His hard, purple mushroom brushed up against my nose. I devoured his cock, sucking him and stroking his hairy balls as quickly as I could so he wasn’t late for his interview. Daniel gripped the back of my head firmly, massaging my scalp as I sucked him off. For a second, I thought of how humiliating it would be if my son happened to walk by and see me giving his friend what was probably the only blow job he ever had. I wondered if anyone else from the company would walk by and see us. But I didn’t care. My mission was well in motion; it was too late to put the brakes on it.
Daniel tightened his grip on my head just as he shot a wad of sticky, salty pleasure in my mouth. I raised my head and started rifling through my purse for some tissues. I wiped my mouth, then handed Daniel some tissues to clean himself up.
“All this and you’re still early,” I said, smiling at him as I watched him pull up his pants.
“I definitely feel more relaxed now.”

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Sometimes the forbidden fruit shouldn’t be forbidden

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