u/bwcformilf1

You tried to not make it too obvious that you hated your son's friends. They were rude, demeaning, misogynistic, and a terrible influence on your son. They would insult and make jokes about your style as if they weren't eye-fucking you whenever they thought you weren't paying attention. Then, there were also all the crude jokes they'd whisper amongst themselves if they ever saw you in the kitchen.

You thought that after they had finally entered the world of college, they'd at least mature somewhat and be forced to grow out of their old ways. Instead, it's like they doubled down on it all. Even being in a new environment with diverse beliefs and thoughts, they managed to have become even more close-minded.

Fortunately, your son would only invite them over around once a month. To save money, you allowed your son to continue living at home and avoid the dorm-life struggles.

You quickly regretted this decision.

They would all crowd downstairs and play their little card game about gathering and magic, or whatever the hell it was. But even with the infrequent encounters, they'd still find ways to show they haven't grown as men at all. You'd hear high-pitched screams towards whatever game they were playing, and whispers about some 'based' podcaster that was flooding their minds with new, random shit to attack women over.

So yeah, you despised them.

All except for one.

He wasn't like the rest of them, both in appearance and in personality.

He wouldn't go along with or even laugh at any of their demeaning jokes they'd make about you. Hell, he'd even apologize for their behavior privately if he heard them. Even slip in a shy compliment about how he thought the way you dressed was 'cool', his cheeks turning red as he'd do so. He was the only one of them that actually seemed to understand the importance of cleaning up after himself, too.

And unlike the rest of them, he wasn't a short, overweight, nerdy creep. He was a tall young man, with a lanky and toned physique. He had messy brown hair, and a deep voice that rarely got loud. He was cute, you had to admit.

And the part you were most thankful for? He actually had a sense of hygiene.

But you were a married woman and he was your son's age. There's no way you'd start to think about him as anything more than your son's only good friend.

And then, like all your algorithms knew you met him, they began to be flooded with jokes, memes, and stories about nerdy, skinny guys packing the fattest, most perfect cocks ever.

You laughed at them at first. And then you began to think about them, about him, more and more.

They went from passing thoughts to active fantasies. Anytime you reached for your vibrator after your husband whined about being 'too tired', he was all you could think about.

That sweet, nerdy stud just absolutely fucking the sense out of you.

It was so wrong, but nothing has ever made you feel so alive.

And if imagining it could feel so good, how would the real deal feel?

Do you decide to find out if the jokes were true one day?

Maybe when he's come to apologize, your son and his friends are all downstairs playing their little card game downstairs. They're only ever over like this once a month, so you need to strike while the iron's hot.

Or do you invite him over yourself when you're all alone in the house? You wouldn't have to worry about being too loud.

Maybe you could even stop by his dorm one day. You had heard him bragging about having a private room, with it being just an added benefit of his academic scholarship. It could be a lot of fun showing him that a private room is good for more than just playing video games and studying in peace.

There are just so many good opportunities to finally find out how true the rumors are.

__________________

Hey, thanks for reading this far!

I hope you liked the general idea I had going for this scenario. A lot of what I wrote is flexible, obviously, such as the setting, your character's marital status, and so on and so forth.

But, the main premise is a mother with a more gothic sense of style begins a passionate relationship with her son's kind and nerdy friend.

Will you teach him how to properly disrespect you in the bedroom? Or, will you keep him sweet and considerate, treating your body exactly how you've been craving while he worships every curve of it? Either way, you have a fat-cocked college student that's all too eager to please.

I'd love to see what you want.

Kinks: Cheating, older women, rough sex, name calling, hair pulling, mutual orgasms, cunnilingus, lingerie, cuckolding, clothed sex, slow burn, etc.

Limits: Incest, necrophilia, scat, watersports, bestiality, etc.

Just reach out through the chat feature and shoot me a description of your character and we can go from there.

Looking forward to it!