Everybody loves fight night

My son and several of his friends have been waiting on this fight for weeks. They love watching men and women fighting on the UFC. I never cared for that much. Looking at two grown men laying on the floor, one on top of the other, punching and kicking each other into submission, it seemed more like prison rapes than anything else.

For whatever reason, my son, Jason, wanted this night to be very special. Two of the young men that he trained with his local jujitsu club had a decided that they were going to stay overnight. I made sure that they had all the usual assortments and goodies to snack on while they were watching the fights. And then decided that I was going to go take a hot shower. As usual, my husband was working so I would be spending the night alone.

It was difficult to focus on enjoying the shower, when ever so often you would hear a roar of screaming and cheering coming from the family room. So letting my mind wander was going to be difficult. I finished shower, and decided that I was going to be going to bed soon, so I put on an oversized T-shirt, a little black lace thong and finished taking care of things in the kitchen. One of Jason’s friends was standing behind me when I turned around to put the last couple of glasses back into the cupboard, and he was startled when I turned around and caught him staring at my ass. But I just played along, pretending not to notice anything, and asked him “did you need something else? I can bring you guys some more drinks… Or food if you need it” I could see his eyes locked on my breasts. Not that that was unusual, because everybody loves staring at my tits. And after a $7000 investment to make them perfect, I was quite proud of them. My nipples harden instantly so I walked over playfully, and gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to go back into the living room, and I would be there soon.” The poor boy, standing there with his mouth wide open, nodded silently and walked back into the living room.

Once I had the kitchen back to myself, I can feel that I was getting turned on. I slid my hand down and touched my swollen clitoris, I thought to myself “fuck, I could finish myself right here” but I didn’t. I grabbed more chips, dip and more soda out to the living room. My son was completely engrossed in the fight, one of the other boys, Robbie, the biggest of the group was exchanging tips back and forth with Jason, talking about which move should be done where. Kevin however, the one who was just in the kitchen turned and was obviously getting his eyes full me once again. I’m not going to deny it, 38, I’m in very good shape. But I loved the attention. I blew Kevin a seductive little kiss, and then I sat down in the large pit sofa in the back of the family room. Jason and Robbie kept talking relentlessly about the ongoing match that they were watching on television. Every time Kevin would turn around, I would bite my lip innocently, and smiled. I know that at his age, the hormones are raging. I would often find my sexiest lace thong panties and my son’s bedroom. So as I was smiling at Kevin, I didn’t even realize that one of my fingernails was tracing my nipple through the T-shirt. All I knew was that I was getting quite moist sitting there. That’s when all the sudden, Jason and Robbie stood up, screaming. Kevin quickly turned his attention back to the screen, pretending to have seen what was going on. Jason and Robbie both instantly began to roll around in the middle of the living room floor. I was insistent that they not break my coffee table… Again. Finally, Robbie was on top of my son and force him to give up. Jason was becoming frustrated, and I try to get the boys to stop, I told them to just watch the fights and settle down. Kevin was constantly staring at me. And Robbie, being as large as he was, it made me wonder if he was just as large downstairs.

Finally there was a decision.