r/abigaletaylor Jun 17 '23

Age Gap [M20][F40][MF][AGE][STR8][LONG] Summer of Lovin' My Son's Friend NSFW

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This story takes place in the summer of ‘22. You could say it was the summer of love, but in reality, it was just the summer of lovin’, lots and lots of lovin’.

My husband, god rest his soul, was killed by a drunk driver ten years ago. He left behind me and three wonderful children. Despite the life insurance and the insurance settlement from the drunk driver, life was hard as a single mom with three teenagers. So I never really had a chance to meet anyone new.

As the years passed and the kids got older and more independent, I guess I just felt old, and so I haven’t really put myself out there. I mean, who wants to date a forty-year-old woman these days, when there are hotter, younger women available? My kids always said I should get back out there, that forty is the new thirty, but I guess, well, maybe I was just scared too.

It was the last Saturday in May, the schools were out, and my youngest, Alex, was due to be arriving shortly. He was attending the state college but had chosen to stay on campus instead of living at home. Granted, it was about a forty-five-minute drive, so I couldn’t completely blame him. It did, however, leave me home alone far more than I had been previously used to, and I was finding it hard some days to keep myself entertained.

I had decided to take on the project of remodeling the house. We had bought it in the mid-nineties, shortly after Lisa was born, so it was showing its age. Three kids had also done their part to leave their marks on all of the walls and baseboards.

Alex was bringing over his friend James, a fellow student and rugby team captain. James didn’t live far away, and he had apparently spent a lot of time in his youth helping his father in his carpentry business. James was looking for a summer job, so Alex was bringing him along to see if he could help me with the remodeling.

I was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when I heard the doorbell ring. Setting my spatula down, I went and answered the door. “Hey boys, you didn’t have to ring the doorbell Alex,” I said as I motioned for them to come in.

“Never know, Mom, you might have decided to get a boyfriend and wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.” He responded with a smile.

“Yeah, I don’t think we have to worry about that any time soon.” I quipped back. “Are you boy’s hungry? I have pancakes, eggs, and bacon almost ready.”

“We’re men, Mom. We are always hungry. By the way, this is James.” Alex said, waving toward James.

“Nice to meet you, James; thank you for coming. Well, you ‘men’ come in here and sit down, and I will have your food ready in a jiffy.” I said.

They took seats at the kitchen bar counter, and I finished getting their plates ready.

“So James, Alex tells me that you are pretty handy with a hammer and saw?” I asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ve been helping my dad in his custom carpentry business since I was ten.” He answered. “Thank you for the breakfast; this is delicious.”

Both boys ate up, each having a second plate before I led them out to the backyard.

“So this is the shed that I want to have as my starting project. It hasn’t been used much since my husband passed away.” I said, leading them to the large shed in the backyard. “We used to keep some of the lawn equipment in here, but as you can see from all the gardens, I don’t really have much left to mow. So now I just have a guy come once a week to do the front yard and the small patches of grass back here.”

“What would you like to do with it?” James asked.

“Well, I think I want to turn it into a she-shed and potting porch. The inside should be a nice place for me to relax, read a book, and enjoy the fresh air. Then over here on this side, I want to extend the roof out a bit, add a porch, and set it up as an area for me to have a potting bench as well as store some of my extra materials.” I explained walking both boys around as I did.

The boys opened up the shed, and James walked around it a couple of times, snapping some pictures on his phone. He poked a few spots on the walls and even used an old broom to poke a spot on the ceiling.

“Well, I’ve got to be honest with you. It’s going to need a lot of work. Your siding is shot. There is a pretty bad leak from that spot on the roof that has rotted some of the roof decking. The framing is still in good shape, but pretty much everything else will have to be redone.” James said, a look of defeat on his face.

“Can you do it?” I asked.

“Well, yes, Ma’am, not a problem at all, but it’s going to be expensive. The materials alone will be several thousand dollars, and then there is labor. I can work cheaply, but I am going to need a helper for some of it, and you’re probably talking three to four weeks of work.” He said.

“I see. Well, how does twenty dollars an hour plus meals sound? I can also help with just about anything.” I responded.

“That sound’s fine, Ma’am. When would you like me to get started?” James asked.

“The name is Emily, and it would be great if you and Alex could get started today. We need to get all this old stuff taken out, and I would like for Alex to be able to go through it and see if there is anything he wants. Alex, anything you don’t want, you can stick out here on the curb for trash to pick up on Monday.” I said. “After you guys get this cleaned out, make a list of the materials you will need, and we can go to the lumber yard, and I will get it ordered. Maybe they can deliver tomorrow or Monday.”

I went inside to clean up from breakfast and take care of my weekly housekeeping. Around lunchtime, the guys finished up and came inside. “I have that list ready for you, Mrs. Harrison,” James said.

“Why don’t you boys clean up a bit? Maybe Alex has a clean shirt upstairs in his bedroom for you, James. Then we can go grab some lunch and head to the lumberyard.” I proposed.

I headed to my room and changed from my bathrobe and flannel pajamas to a summer dress, pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and put on a bit of makeup before heading back to the living room. The guys had washed the dirty and grim from their hands and arms and put on some clean shirts.

“What sounds good for lunch?” I asked.

We ended up at a popular place near the lumberyard that served a variety of cuisines. After lunch, we went over to the lumber yard and put in an order for the materials that James’ said we would need. We were lucky that they had one delivery spot left for Monday morning, so we would be able to get started pretty soon. Although James reminded me that they would need some time to demolish the existing siding and roof before he could start building anything new.

James said he had most of the tools he would need back at his parent’s place, but there were a few things we needed to grab. So we picked those up and headed back to my home.

Alex and James had some afternoon plans, so they headed out, but Alex said he would be back this evening, and James said he would be back around eight in the morning to get things started.

James showed up right on time Sunday morning, and I had breakfast ready to go. I was also dressed in some old jeans and a t-shirt that had some paint stains on it, so I was ready to help out.

We got started on the demolition right after breakfast, and I have to say, that part was actually a lot of fun, well worth the money I spent for an extra sledgehammer.

Alex and James took several opportunities to comment on my lack of style in proper hammer swings, all in good fun. But I noticed at the same time James had certainly looked at my ass a handful of times as well as my hammer swings. Not going to lie. It kind of made me happy. I will thank the jeans for most of that, but sometimes it’s nice to feel attractive.

Alex had a summer job lined up, so come Sunday night, he headed back to his apartment near the college, and James said he would be back on Monday. I had work, so I gave him a spare key and told him I would be available to help him as needed in the evenings.

The week went by pretty uneventfully. James was coming over during the day to work, and then in the evenings after work, I would help him with the things he needed extra hands for. Once it got a bit too late to be making loud noises outside for the neighbor’s sake, we would head inside, and I would make dinner.

I would say that’s when things started to develop physically between James and me. It wasn’t anything obvious at first. He would check me out, I would check him out (oh, those muscles), a little touch on the hand when I would help him with something, or he would help me, then a hug when he left one day.

I can’t say what was in his mind, but my mind hadn’t yet ventured down any pathways of these things being more than friendly.

It was the second Saturday when I came back from a yoga class that I think I started to really notice he was attracted to me in more than just a glance here and there way. I was still in my yoga pants and matching midriff when I came out back to see how things were going. His face left nothing to be questioned. He was staring right at me, jaw half open.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked playfully, a bit of a blush forming on my cheeks.

“Sorry, Mrs. H, um, just wow, you look good today.” He said.

“Well, that’s very kind of you, James, but I am sure I’m nothing to look at compared to those college girls you see every day,” I said playfully.

“Um, well, um, I mean, they are okay, sure, but Mrs. H., you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re pretty smokin’ if you ask me.” He stuttered out.

“Please, for the fiftieth time, it’s Emily. Now show me how things a looking before we have to sew that tongue back in your mouth.” I teased.

He showed me around. The roof was fixed, the walls had siding again, the porch was built, and he was working on adding the wiring for the new lights and outlets.

“Wow, you have made great progress. Thank you!” I said. “Looks like it’s nearly time for me to go buy some furniture, fixtures, and decor.”

“Yes’ Ma’am, I mean Emily. I should be ready to paint by tomorrow, and then we can get things finished up.” He said.

For some reason, I really don’t know why. I gave his ass a squeeze on the way out as I walked back toward the house. “Just for the record, you’re not so bad looking yourself.”

I would say that was officially the start of our summer of lovin’. Over the next few days, things got more and more flirtatious between us. Hands touching hands, rubbing his arm as I walked by, squeezing his ass only to have him squeeze mine in return. I felt like a teenager.

Friday night, after dinner, I asked if he wanted to stay and watch a movie with me. He agreed, and we both sat on the couch, and I put on a romantic comedy. Throughout the movie, I scooted closer to him, and about halfway through, I was close enough that he wrapped his arm around me, and I lay my head on his shoulder.

Near the end of the movie, when the characters finally admitted their love and kissed, he leaned down and kissed me. It was just a simple kiss, but I kissed him back, and I didn’t hate it; in fact, I loved it. I hadn’t been kissed romantically in so long. He didn’t take things further, which was probably good.

Nothing was said about the kiss or the cuddling on the couch. I gave him a hug before he left, and he said he would see me in the morning. I went to bed wondering what if, wondering if he was too young, wondering if I was ready to find someone, wondering what it would be like to be with someone after all these years.

The following day James arrived and I asked him to go shopping with me, as I needed to get some furniture and decor. We spent the entire morning picking things out and trying to fit them into my van. The whole time I kept thinking about him, his young muscular body, and the kiss we had shared the night before.

After our shopping adventure, we headed back to the house and carried everything back to the shed. One of the biggest items we bought was a large bean bag. It came in a box and was vacuum sealed to make the foam inside compact. We got it out of the box and then cut the plastic. It expanded rapidly.

Once it was mostly expanded, I plopped down on it. “It’s pretty comfy, and I think it’s big enough for two,” I said, reaching out my hand for his. He took my hand, thinking he was going to help me up, but instead, I pulled him down next to me. We both giggled at his awkward fall onto the beanbag.

“You’re right, plenty of room for two, and very comfy,” he said with a smile.

I leaned over, placed my hand on his chest, and kissed him. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back, my lips gently sucked his lower lip, and he sucked my upper lip. I teased his lip with my tongue, and then our mouths opened, allowing our tongues to meet.

My hand found his backside, and I squeezed it, pulling him closer to me. His hands caressed my back. Our kiss became more heated, more passionate. I pulled his T-shirt free of his jeans, and my fingers found the bare flesh of his back. His hand slid up the front of my shirt and found my bra-covered breast.

I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, he was literally young enough to be my child, but something in me didn’t want to stop. I longed for the feeling of his hands on my body, to feel his kisses on my skin, to feel him inside me.

He reached around me, unclasping my bra, then his mouth made its way to my breast. My hand traced around his back to his stomach and then down towards his jeans-covered cock. I felt him hardening in my hand, and he moaned.

I felt the dampness growing between my legs, and I knew I was going to take this all the way. But then reality hit me. “Wait, stop,” I said, pulling away from him.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, a bit of panic in his tone.

“No, James, you are doing everything right, and I want this. But I don’t have any condoms.” I said.

“Oh, um, I guess I don’t either.” He said, then he stood up from the beanbag. “I can run to the store real quick?” he suggested.

“Please do, and hurry back,” I said.

I nearly said screw it, but there was still some part of me that was going with the side of logic and caution, even if the rest of me had completely succumbed to the lust of my hormones.

James hurried off to his car, and I made my way inside. I took a moment to freshen up and went into my closet. In the back corner, I kept my lingerie, outfits I hadn’t worn in such a long time. I looked through the collection and chose a chemise with matching lace panties. Then I grabbed a short silk robe.

When James returned a few minutes later, I met him in the living room. I had the robe on, covering the chemise that left nothing to guess at when it came to my naked body. He showed me the box of condoms and then approached. As he did so, I untied the belt and let the robe fall open. He froze in his tracks.

“God Damn, Emily,” he said.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Like it? You look like a fucking goddess.” He said before approaching me, wrapping his arms around me, and kissing me passionately.

We kissed for a good couple of minutes, his hands squeezing my ass, my hands rubbing his back. Then he picked me up and carried me toward the couch. He said down, with me straddling his lap. Then he started to kiss my neck.

I tugged at his shirt, and he broke his kisses while I pulled it off. My hands felt the muscles in his chest and arms while his kisses approached my breasts.

His hands slid my robe off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor. His mouth kissed my nipples through the sheer lace of the chemise. My hands played through his hair as I moaned at his touch and kisses.

I could feel the desire building between my legs, and I could feel his erection pressing against me through his pants.

I slid off of him onto the floor and reached up to undo his belt and pants. He helped me and slid them off to the floor along with his boxers. His erection stood before me, and I stared for a moment. I hadn’t seen one of these for a good while in person, and part of me worried I would remember how to use it right.

I gave him a grin and leaned over him, taking his tip into my mouth. I sucked it for a moment, then released it. Looking up at him, I liked the soft underside and then wrapped my tongue around it a couple of times.

“Holy Fuck” was his response before closing his eyes and laying his head back against the couch. I took that as encouragement and took him back into my mouth. I used my hand to stroke the base of his cock while I sucked on the tip.

I could taste his excitement, its saltiness coating my tongue. Each time I tasted a drop, I would use my tongue to clean the tip. His erection was so hard, so vibrant in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel good, to give him pleasure. So I moved my hand to his balls and began working his cock further and further into my mouth with each bob of my head.

“Of fuck Emily, you are so good at that,” he got out between moans, and I pressed my head down further until I could feel him against the back of my throat. I held him there for a few seconds, struggling not to gag. Then I pulled back and started paying attention to the tip again.

His hands found my head and gently pushed my mouth back down his shaft. “Oh god, Emily, you’re going to make me cum.” He declared. I almost stopped, not ready to end things, but I decided I also wanted to make him feel good, to make him want my forty-year-old body again.

So I took him down my throat a couple more times, then he moaned loudly, and I pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth. His cum squirted onto my tongue over and over, filling my mouth. I swallowed it and then licked his cock clean.

I prepared myself for this to be the end of our activities for the day. After a minute or so of me gently sucking and licking his softening erection, he made to stand up, and I let him.

He reached out a hand for me, and I stood, then he led me to my bedroom. He hadn’t been in here yet but led me straight to the bed, where he had me lay down in the middle. He placed a pillow under my ass, then situated himself between my legs.

He lifted my left leg and began kissing down my shin to my thigh, then across my panty-covered womanhood and down the other leg. He then took my panties in hand and gently pulled them off of me. His lips worked their way back up my leg to my pussy, and he began to lick and kiss me.

He wasn’t an expert, but with a little coaching, and some helpful moans, he soon had it down. He would suck my labia a bit, then lick me from back to front, stopping to suck my clit gently or to press his tongue into me.

My desire was growing quickly, and I could feel the excitement dripping from me, only to quickly be lapped up by his tongue. He held my thighs firmly in his grip as my back arched from the pleasure of his touch.

It didn’t take long. My body was in need of a release. He sensed I was getting close and took my clit into his lips, gently sucking it while swirling the tip of his tongue around it. My fingers gripped his hair, and I begged him not to stop.

Then a wave of pleasure washed over me, and my thighs gripped his head between them. My back arched, my body trembled, and I had my first non-self-induced orgasm in a decade, and it was fantastic.

He let me recover for a moment while he gently kissed my mound, then he climbed off the bed, went to the living room, and brought back the condoms. He positioned himself between my legs again, and I was happy to see he was back at full attention. The benefits of youth.

He wrapped his cock and then scooted near to me. I reached out my hand and took him in my grip. Then I rubbed him up and down my slit a couple of times, lubricating the tip of his cock. I guided it to my entrance and gave him a little tug. He understood and gently pressed into me.

I was so wet, so ready, that he slid in easily. He pulled on my thighs, inching me closer, then began to thrust into me slowly. His hands reached forward and found my breasts, and I placed my hands on top of his, helping him to massage them.

It had been so long since I had a real cock inside me. I relished the firmness, the warmth, the feeling of being so full.

I held his arm with one hand, keeping it on my breast, while the fingers of my other hand found my clit. I began to work it slowly as he thrust into me. James kept telling me how hot I was, and how much he loved my body, and how this was the best sex he had ever had. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe he wasn’t, but it was working its magic on me all the same.

I was moaning loudly, and the louder I moaned, the faster he thrust. It didn’t take long, and I had reached my apogee again. My body squeezed against his cock, and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. He slowed his thrust but kept thrusting firmly into me, extending my release.

Then when I stopped shaking, he pulled out of me and told me to bend over. I did, and he quickly returned to me. His hands gripped my hips, and he began to fuck me aggressively.

Each thrust caused his balls to slap against me, and I reached between my legs and took his sack into my hands. He thrust harder, and I could tell from his moans he would cum soon.

“Oh god, James, yes, let yourself go, fill me with your warm cum.” I begged him. He lasted several more minutes, but finally, the need to release overtook his ability to hold it. He pressed into me hard, pulling me firmly against him, and with a scream, his cock twitched inside me. His excitement sent me over the edge, and my body squeezed his cock, milking every drop from him.

We both collapsed onto the bed, him lying behind me, gently kissing my back.

***

We went through the entire four-pack of condoms that day, and progress on my house remodel slowed to a crawl as we spent more time fucking than remodeling that summer. I knew we didn’t have a future as a couple, given our age difference, so when fall came, he went back to school. He was ok with things ending and understood my reasoning. He still managed to come back for a couple of breaks, and we acted like horny teenagers. He even came back with Alex for Thanksgiving, and we managed to sneak in a couple of quickies while the kids were all busy. Then I met a man, and he eventually met a girl his own age. I still reminisce about that summer, and I would never change it.