Chapter 1

Don read himself to sleep every night during our twenty-year marriage. I would cuddle up with my head on his shoulder. It was comfortable to fall asleep on his shoulder, and when I felt frisky it was an easy reach for my pleasure. Tonight my hand settled immediately on his shorts. He knew when I didn't wait for him to finish reading I was extraordinarily excited. The book settled on the nightstand. My hand slipped into his boxers.

I wasn't sure I should tell him why my pussy throbbed, and was torn between just keeping quiet and taking my pleasure or explaining why I was in the state I was. Our marriage sex had become that lately practiced and routine. I was forty two years old and my body was telling me I needed more—much more.

"Don, I saw Justin masturbate today." His body stiffened.

"You did?" Don smiled at me, "Clare, all boys do it. I almost wore mine out until I met you."

"You are the romantic, darling." The object of my desire hadn't so far responded to my touch. "But I was home early from work and went down to the basement to get a suitcase for your trip tomorrow."

"He left his door open. I was usually pretty careful about that."

"It was only open a crack," still no response from him.

"What made you peak inside?" He asked, "Let me guess. He's not very quiet."

"You're right. He was moaning. I guess he had been at a while. It explained why I got down the stairs without him hearing me."

"Karen, did you look in on him?" I got my first twitch, so I increased the pressure.

"I guess I did."

He grinned, "You guess? You're not sure you spied on your son jerking off." His use of a crude term made my pussy twitch.

"I spied on him, Don." Another solid jerk—things were looking up.

"And what did you see?" More twitching and his prick began to rise.

My fingers began their practiced seduction.

"He was naked and jerking off, Don. What did you expect?"

"Hey," he laughed, "I'm not the peeping tom."

My hand tugged on his shorts, and Don lifted up to let me removed them. When my hand was firmly on his cock, I said, "What I didn't expect was that—Justin was huge!"

He considered his response. "Huge?" He selected confusion.

"Yes, huge." I could still see it in my mind, curved, thicker than Don and much longer. According to Cosmo, Don was average size and for twenty years I found average to be more than enough.

I tossed the shorts to the floor. His silence told me he was getting more information than he wanted, but he was gelling nicely at the moment.

"It had to be ten or eleven inches." My body quivered involuntarily at the memory.

"Dear, that's not possible he's not even sixteen yet." His hand popped open a snap on my nightie and sought my breast and started a slow thrusting through my fingers.

"Don, it had to be. I've only seen yours, so I don't have a lot to justify measuring penises by sight, but it was enormous."

I stopped my tale to concentrate on getting the final stiffness my dripping pussy needed. So far the telling had me aching for satisfaction.

I decided Don needed something special. When I pulled the baby oil from the night stand his eyes lit up. He'd been pestering me for years to try anal sex, but the idea of his cock up my ass was just too nasty for my weak stomach.

"Down boy, you're getting one of my special hand jobs." While not getting the impossible he was going to get something I loved to do and brought him off hard. He shoved down the covers and lay back waiting. He wasn't required to do anything but lie back and relax when I gave him a special.

I stripped off my nightie and sat across his tights wearing a white pair of bikini panties. He liked to see my breasts move as I stroked him. My breasts didn't ride as high as they did when they when we were married but were rather substantial with very dark brown nipples that still swelled when I was excited and my husband was staring at my very swollen nipples.

I poured the oil over both hands and covered his still hard cock with more and started with a two-handed grip and a very slow up and down motion.

"He was looking at pictures."

"What?" Don's head jerked up.

"I said he was looking at pictures." Careful to keep up the pressure as the best hand jobs are slow and powerful.

"Karen, all boys look at pictures in magazines though today I'm sure they use their computer." He settled back.

"He can't. I put a high security filter on his computer. He's tried but it won't let him near porn." Don was at full strength now and breathing heavily.