“Wanna go out for lunch?” I asked.
Adam didn’t answer immediately, maybe thinking over his answer but more probably still too deep in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss and getting over the earlier sight of me on my knees. I didn’t blame him. His introduction to women and sex had started with a whole lot of filth – something most guys don’t experience right from the get go. His stars had aligned such that, whether of his own accord or through sheer luck, the first woman he slept with, his mother’s best friend, just happened to be absolutely filthy in bed.
A moment later he finally answered.
“Sure.”
The sudden proposition did its job in clearing the room of the temporary awkwardness that had set in. That said, regardless of us going out, I needed another shower. I turned towards the bathroom, making my way to the door. It was a sight Adam still needed some getting used to – watching the sleek, long back and massive, swaying ass of his mother’s best friend in all its naked glory just casually trotting right in front of him. I reached the bathroom door, turning my head to find him starstruck, his gaze entirely focused on my rear.
I held back a giggle. All that sex and he was still obsessed.
I made my way inside, starting up the shower. By the time I came back out, Adam was no longer in the room. It was sunny out, so I went through my suitcase and picked out a yellow demi bra and thong, before throwing on a cute, yellow sundress to match. Adjusting the straps over my shoulders, I took a glance at myself in the mirror, noticing the dress to reveal a modest but not provocative amount of cleavage. If the amount were provocative I would have considered changing dresses, I didn’t want more sex to be the only thing clouding Adam’s mind throughout our lunch. The realization that considering his age, the idea was a pointless one, however, didn’t take too long to settle in.
I’d taken a seat and was doing my hair near the dresser when Adam walked back in. He was wearing a casual T-shirt and shorts, his hair still a mild amount wet from what I assumed was a shower. He looked cute, standing at the doorway and watching me apply the final touches to my hair. Such sweetness demanded teasing.
“Where’d you go?” I asked, surveying myself in the mirror a last time.
“I was taking a shower and getting ready.” Adam replied.
I looked at him, got up, and walked closer till my breasts just about made contact with his chest.
“You could have showered with me.” I spoke breathily, looking him directly in the eyes.
I saw his cheeks flush a bit, frozen still where he stood. His gaze at first was locked onto mine, before he let it slide south to find the soft, tantalizing lobes of the modest cleavage my sundress revealed. He brought his eyes back up, and I heard him gulp.
“I’ll, uhh, remember that…” He finally replied. “… Next time.”
All that hard, sweaty sex and the anxiety was still palpable in his voice. It was so fucking cute.
“Good.” I decided to end my tyranny, and planted a quick peck on his lips before pulling away.
We went out for lunch to one of my favorite Italian places. Under ordinary circumstances, going out with your best friend’s son would fall under the guise of normal more often than not, and quite easily at that. But going out right after he fucked you in his mother’s bed and filled your mouth with what could only be a glass-full of his white, sticky swimmers? Not as much, and the guilt of what I was doing slowly started to creep back in.
Despite that gradually regrowing guilt, Adam and I still managed to have a great time. Part of it was the fact that he didn’t bring up or talk about anything sexual in nature, or discuss our relationship and what it meant heading into the future. I didn’t know if I was ready to have that conversation just yet, and the lack of it helped keep the guilt from growing at any faster a rate than it already was. The other part was that so far I’d always spent time with Adam under the notion that he was my best friend’s son, and so that had always placed boundaries on the sort of conversation and interaction we could naturally have. During our time out, however, Adam took to treating me less like his mother’s best-friend, or an aunt, but rather talked to me in a way he would with ‘a friend’. That revealed a side of conversation with Adam I previously never thought existed, and I found myself genuinely appreciating his company.
All of that helped.
What didn’t help, however, was that the entire time we were out for lunch, Adam barely looked at his food or anywhere else for that matter. His eyes were solely and only glued on me. No one had ever looked at me like that. It was as if he were awe-struck, and while most men felt similarly when eyeing my body, Adam paid it no attention at all. Despite my cleavage-revealing outfit, his eyes were locked solidly on my face, eyes and lips.
Was he really in love with me? Was he going down the same path of addiction I’d earlier unraveled when processing my powerlessness when it came to him? I didn’t know the answer to either, but from how beautiful I’d been finding the moment we’d been sharing karakoçan escort together, to how his eyes, his cute face, and his shy but determined attempts at making conversation were all focused entirely on me, I was starting to subconsciously question if I returned any, if not all, of those hypothetical feelings right back. Which wasn’t good news. It wasn’t good news at all.
Things were already complicated sexually. They were now getting complicated emotionally.
“Stop looking at me like that.” I said, kicking his leg from under the table. His awe struck glare had managed to make me blush, and it was my turn to be the timid one.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said without a second’s worth of waiting, clearly having wanted to say it for a while now.
I felt the urge to tell him he was pretty handsome himself, but held back. I’d mostly given up on controlling the sexual aspect of our relationship, but emotionally, I still held the major adult responsibility of not letting him actually fall for me, or worse, falling for him.
“Adam, no…” I felt him rubbing his foot on my leg under the table. My dress had been pulled up in the seated position, and my legs lay exposed to just above the knees. Adam had taken off his sandals as his bare foot slowly moved up my leg, eventually reaching between my legs and caressing the soft skin of my thighs. His gradual, calculated movements coupled with the way he’d been eyeing me this entire time were suddenly making me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling in public.
“Adam, stop. Not here.” I said, not very convincingly. If not for his boyish innocence, he might have been able to decipher the true meaning of those words.
‘Not here. But you can do whatever you want with me later.’
But I doubted that he’d picked up on it, since he resumed his slow, sensual assault of my legs despite my request.
I was going to tell him again, a little more directly this time, when suddenly my phone rang. I picked it out of my purse and saw the call to be from work. My expression quickly shifting to a stern but professional one, I placed the phone to my ear, and Adam immediately halted his toying of my legs.
A minute flew by as he patiently waited, listening to my side of the phone call. He could tell from the gradually worsening frown on my face and the disagreeing back and forth that it wasn’t the most wholesome of conversations. A minute later the frown had been replaced by a scowl and my voice had gotten louder, until finally I set my phone down and sighed.
Adam looked at me with a concerned expression, but didn’t move to ask what was going on. I was borderline angry with something work-related, and understandably, he didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. I’d been looking down at my phone in annoyance, when I remembered his presence and looked back up.
“You done?” I asked, seeing him having cleaned up his plate.
“Yes.”
“Alright let’s go.” I asked the waiter for the bill and we headed out of the restaurant.
“Adam, I have to go to the office.” I turned to him as we approached the car. “I’ve taken work-from-home for the next couple of days till your mom’s back, but something’s come up and I have to be there.”
“Okay.” Adam looked at me and nodded. If he were sad about our time out together having come to an abrupt end, he did a good job at hiding it.
“Here are the keys to the house and some money for a taxi. You head on home, and I’ll try and be back as soon as I can.” I said to him, handing him the keys and some extra cash. Adam received both silently, then began to turn to call for a taxi.
“Is that okay?” I asked him, making sure he wasn’t too saddened by the abruptness.
“Yeah, of course. Take your time.” He said with a smile, and turned to walk towards a nearby parked taxi he’d spotted. “See you soon.”
“Yes, see you!” I smiled back and sighed in relief, he seemed to be fine with it after all. After watching to make sure he’d gotten the taxi he’d spotted and left for home, I stepped into my own car and made my way to work.
I’d hoped that it wouldn’t take too long, but I ended up spending the whole day there. There was an emergency that required dealing with urgently, and most of the senior work force had to stay back and supervise till it were dealt with.
Exhausted and frankly worried about having left Adam alone for so long, I finally reached Rachel’s late around 10 PM. I was aware that he was an eighteen year old more than capable of taking care of himself, but I’d still been given a responsibility by his mother and I intended to fulfill my end of it.
When I entered the house, I saw some half eaten pizza on the table. He’d ordered himself some food, good, I thought to myself, before announcing that I was home. There was no response, so I called for him again, but once again to no avail.
I moved to search for him, starting with his room and soon found the reason for the lack of responses. With one of the bedside lamps illuminating the room, I saw Adam had fallen asleep in nothing but a pair of his boxer shorts. I smiled, relief washing over my previously worried thoughts, before karaköy escort I noticed something else.
Down on the floor near the edge of the bed, I saw the same black panties I’d asked him to fetch yesterday in compensation for ruining his fantastical morning. The smile on my face widened, as I entered his room and approached the pair. I picked it up, noticing that it was still dry and clean, which at first made me smile but then shake my head in the realization of how bizarre I’d let things become.
Just a month back I would have been terrified at the sheer thought of, let alone the sight of finding a pair of my nicest panties in my best friend’s son’s possession. And now here I stood, with the first thought to enter my head after seeing my intimate belonging on the side of his bed to be, ‘Did he blow a load into them already or is he saving them for later?’
I sighed in amazement of just how fast things had progressed, placing the pair back where I’d found it. Once the realization cleared, I felt a tinge of subconscious disappointment settle in.
Even now I didn’t want to admit it, but at the back of my head I’d been hoping that Adam would still be up by the time I got home. I’d felt so worried and guilty for leaving him alone the entire day, that I’d involuntarily begun conjuring up ways of making it up to him. One of said ways involved the situation I currently found myself in – to come home and find him to be asleep, and apologizing to him by waking him up with his cock in my mouth. And standing there, watching him adorably passed out in his bed, I was tempted to do exactly that. But I held back again.
Just this morning I’d been mentally lecturing myself of my adult responsibility to not let him fall for me, and one pat on the back I’d given myself was that I at least hadn’t been the one to initiate anything between us so far. It had always been him, and I wanted to keep it that way. God knows if I started initiating the way I wanted to in that moment, he’d tick ‘Wakes me up with blowjobs’ off his perfect-girlfriend checklist and only fall deeper into his obsession.
So reasonably deciding against it, I moved back out of his room and into the kitchen. I needed a drink after all this mental conjuring of reasons to not fuck him, and once I’d downed a full glass of red wine, I headed to Rachel’s room for a much needed shower.
I was standing under the running water, my hands currently spreading the fruity body wash over my breasts when I heard the door to the bathroom open. I stayed still, only turning my head to look back and found Adam standing there, still in only his boxers. Was he here to take me up on my earlier offer of showering together? I thought to myself, standing still as we stared at each other. At first his eyes met mine directly, but soon they wandered south and began ogling my body, paying extra attention at first to the sides of my currently-covered breasts, before traveling further and admiring the way the water trickled down my slender, arched back, to my round, full ass, and then my long, toned legs.
His cock began to form a sizable bulge in his shorts, and it was my turn to wander my gaze south. The question of whether he was here to take me up on my earlier offer was still on my mind, but he answered it when instead he dropped and took a seat on the cold floor, leaning against the wall and continuing to stare.
“Walking in and staring at women taking showers, are those the kind of manners your mother taught you?” I said teasingly and completely unbothered by his presence, going back to washing my breasts.
“Sorry.” He smiled, not meaning a word of his apology, and making no move to leave either.
I smiled back, and then let silence set in as I let him watch me thoroughly clean my body right in front of him. I turned to face him, giving him a prime view of my massive, soapy tits as I ran my hands over them before turning around and giving the same attention to my now soaped up ass. I wrapped it up by raising my legs high and straight in the air in turns, running my hands along their smooth, soaped up skin and letting the water wash off the foam.
“Don’t sit on the floor. It’s cold.” I said to him, turning the water off. He listened, getting up and making his way outside. I grabbed a towel and hurriedly dried my body, anticipating him to be waiting in the bedroom. Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I smiled.
There was only one way this night was going to end, and it was inevitable.
I entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped snugly around my upper chest. I stood at 5’7″, so it managed to reach down to just about the start of my legs, but no further. I found Adam sitting on the bed, in his hands the pair of black panties I’d found earlier in his room.
“I found those on the floor next to your bed earlier. Someone was up to no good while I wasn’t home.” I smiled, and Adam turned a very mild shade of red, clearly better at handling my teases at this point.
“Sorry… I-” Adam tried to justify over something I was already okay with but I cut him off.
“That’s okay.” I said, moving closer to him and taking the lacy item from his karaman escort hands.
I then let the towel fall completely from my body, and Adam witnessed my full nudity for the umpteenth time since our first sexual encounter. Despite having seen it just minutes earlier in the shower, his mouth hung open and he stared speechlessly, moving his eyes from the exposed lips of my pussy, up my toned, smooth stomach to the swell of my large, naked breasts.
I bent forward, bringing those large, naked breasts near his face as I slid the panties up my legs. Adam remained stationary the entire time, as I pulled away and turned to my suitcase, finding a sheer, black nightie to match and threw it on.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, turning back around and letting him eye the way my tits settled and then sat high through the transparent material of the nightie. Adam nodded saying yes and I held back a laugh, acknowledging the poor timing of my question and unsure if his answer involved actual food or just my breasts. I wouldn’t have minded the latter, but I hadn’t eaten since lunch and was famished.
“Let’s go reheat some of that pizza.” I said, and moved towards the kitchen.
Adam followed with his eyes exactly where you’d expect them to be at this point, the cheeks of my ass left uncovered by the short, racy nightie as they bounced back and forth with each step. If our relationship hadn’t crossed the point where boundaries were now a confusing, addled mess, I’d have reconsidered showing him the attire I’d worn before him. Teasing him with a tight crop top and a pair of short shorts was one thing, but this was lingerie. Something exclusively reserved for sexual partners, boyfriends or husbands. It was safe to say that we’d entered the sexual partner space a while back at this point, and the comfort that came associated with that space now allowed Adam rights to what only a handful of lucky men over the years had enjoyed.
My tight, busty body in sheer, sexy lingerie.
It seemed as if Adam had the same idea as far as reserved sights were concerned – he was still wearing nothing but his boxers, not putting in the slightest effort to hide his massive, straining bulge and proudly letting me know that I was the cause behind it.
We reached the kitchen and Adam took a seat at the table, while I took to reheating the pizza. I’d been contemplating words to fill the silence with when my phone rang.
“It must be your mom.” I said, as Adam ran to the bedroom and returned, already on the phone with his mother.
I finished reheating the pizza as Adam caught his mother up with what we’d been up to, making up details and conveniently leaving out parts where he’d been balls deep inside of me on multiple occasions.
“Yeah, she’s right here.” I heard him say as he handed me the phone.
“Hey Rache” I said, watching Adam eye my tits through the transparent lingerie as he sat back down. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s great. No, no, he’s good. He’s helping me reheat the pizza we ordered earlier.” I lied, first about ordering the pizza, unsure if she knew that I’d had to ditch her son for a full day because of a work emergency, and second about him helping me reheat it. The only thing Adam was helping me with was my ego, expertly stroking it by glaring at my body like I were some earth-descended goddess he intended to worship.
“No, no, don’t worry about it. Just get some sleep, it’s late.” I concluded our phone call. “Bye, miss you too.”
“It’s a good thing you ordered. I’m so sorry I had no idea work was gonna take that long.” I moved to serve us both the pizza I’d just reheated.
Adam didn’t respond. He was in one of those trances again, completely and unabashedly staring at the expanse of cleavage my nightie was letting out. I didn’t blame him too much. Most girls his age probably didn’t own such racy lingerie, and even if they did, Adam had never been intimate enough with one to find out. And there stepped in I again, his mother’s best friend and practically his aunt, further exposing him to the hot, twisted, pleasure-filled world of sex and all the filthy acts and garments that came with it.
“It’s my favorite nightie.” I said, snapping Adam out of his trance and back to reality. His face flushed again and he immediately looked down in embarrassment over what he’d just been doing. I giggled, this boy was just something else.
I tore into the pizza, and Adam, after recovering from his bout of embarrassment, joined me in eating a slice. The entire time we ate, I had one repeating question on my mind.
Whose bed were the each of us going to sleep in tonight?
Despite all the building tension, one thing I’d set my mind on, a glimmer of resilience in my otherwise clearly powerless mental when it came to Adam, was that I wouldn’t initiate. He didn’t need to have willingness to fuck him of my own accord as another reason to further get attached, and I’d basically be admitting to him that willingness if I were to initiate. But that begged the question of what would happen once we were done eating. Would walking back to Rachel’s room in the sheer lingerie I had on after all the prior teasing be an open invite for Adam to follow, and thus indirectly be a form of initiation on my end? Should I shut him down if that were to happen, sending him back to sleep in his room? Should I wish him good night and tell him to sleep in his room before he even has the chance to follow me at all?