Sexual Fantasies do come true

Sexual Fantasies do come true.

This is a long story so it has two chapters for this part.

Joyce was a 36 year old single mom, her husband after ten years of marriage moved out to be with a gay lover. Her son Joe was fifteen, an average student but he always seemed to have an attitude. A Year before the marriage ended the sex stopped, she was very frustrated before the divorce but now another six years had passed, she was crazy for sex. At 36 she was still a good looking woman, large breasts (40D) with a 34 inch waist a tight ass and strawberry blond hair below her shoulders.

Joe’s friends secretly called her a MILF. She was good with that, as at the point she was at flattery from any male was greatly appreciated.
Her laptop had been acting up lately so Thursday morning before Joe left for school she asked him to try to fix it, as she really didn’t have the money for a new one at the moment. He agreed and trotted off to school. Since her part time job was from 1 till 6 Joe was always home alone in the afternoons.

Joe arrived home at 3:15, there was a note on the counter, please put dishes in dish washer and try to fix my laptop. He did the dishes, grabbed and apple from the fridge and headed for his room. He changed from his school clothes, when he was alone he would walk around in his briefs. For a fifteen year old he had a horse cock, or so they called it that in gym class. It was 11 inches long and almost 2 ½ inches round. Rubbing his cock he headed for the laptop in Joyce’s bedroom.

In her sitting area was a makeup table with the laptop on it. It was an older unit so it took a while to boot up. Finally the screen came to life, he started to use the anti virus software he had brought and slowly the machine was responding. He removed 26 viruses and did a reboot. The computer came to life considerably quicker then before.
He decided to check out her emails first, nothing too exciting there. Then he went to the documents, there was a folder marked Personal.

He tried to open the file it was pass protected, he tried a couple of variations of her birthday. The third try opened the file. It was set up like a daily journal. He copied the folder to his flash drive closed the file and turned off the computer.
Joyce arrived home, they ate dinner and Joe announced he had homework. Once in his room he put the flash drive in his computer, opening the Personal file he realized it went back to before the divorce. As he scanned the dated he realized some date were blank or had almost nothing written in them. Others had multiple pages.
There were many concerning the divorce and the fact that her husband had a gay lover. On an entry marked Oct 1st he read an interesting passage. It seemed Joyce was fascinated with gang-bangs. She talked about have multiple cocks coming in her at the same time, the color, size and width was discussed in depth. Joe sat wondering if this was a joke or if she really meant it.

It took Joe a week to get through the entire journal but at the end he realized she really wanted to be gang-banged. How do I approach the subject with her without her knowing I’ve read the file? He called his friend Pete, they discussed the possibilities.
Pete thought she was hot so any opportunity to fuck her would be explored fully. After a week of discussion Joe and Pete had a plan, it would take a week or so to get it implemented but it was worth a shot.

Tuesday he was ready to set his plan in motion, Joyce arrived home around six thirty and they had dinner. Joe went upstairs and turned on the computer to a porn site he and Pete figured was a good start. Interracial gang-bang was its name, it showed mature white woman with young black men. Joyce came up stairs a while later, Joe’s door was ajar she could see him rubbing his cock through his pants. Slipping by she wondered what he was watching. She figured if she got a chance she’d sneak into his room and look.

Joe saw her walk by, he yelled “mom where are my history books”? “I’m not sure honey”, did you leave them in the garage with your bike”? Joe shrunk the screen and headed for the garage. As soon as he was out of his room she ran in and opened the screen. My god went through her mind, there was a woman, a mom type getting fucked by five guy’s two black cocks, two dark cocks possibly Hispanic and a white one. They were all very big and the woman seemed to be having a wonderful time as they were all laughing. Joe stayed at the bottom of the stairs listening; he heard the sound from the computer and knew she was watching.
She felt her nipples get hard, the wet spot in her crotch was forming and she had a terrible itch deep in her pussy. I really need a hard cock went through her mind. Seven years is way to long. Joe started up the stairs; she shut down the screen and headed for the bathroom. At the doorway to his room he yelled out for her, “mom where are you”? “I’m taking a shower honey be out in a few”.

Joe called Pete; he told him the first part of the plan had worked. “Keep me posted” Pete said as he hung up.

Joyce was all hot and bothered by what she had seen. Her son and she shared the same fantasies. The itch deep in her pussy was there, she knew only one way to scratch it but the only cock in the house was her sons. She went to her bedroom where she put on a pair of blue tight boy shorts with a matching bra. Jeans and a low cut blouse were next a touch of perfume and she headed down the hall.

As she stopped at her sons half open door, “hi honey what are you watching”? “Hi mom didn’t see you there”, “I’m watching the news”, as the screen went black. “Would you like something to drink”? “A glass of wine would be nice”? Joyce didn’t say anything she just turned and walked away wiggling her ass way to much as so it was not oblivious.

She reappeared in his doorway with two glasses of wine and the bottle. “”I’d thought we have some wine and talk”, “OK”? “Sure moms come in”. She poured him a glass and refilled hers. “Do you have a girlfriend”, she asked”. “No most of the girls in my class are silly”, “I‘d like an older woman”. “Really, how much older”? “I’m not sure just more mature”. “Do you want an old lady like me”? “You’re not old”. ” Besides it would be an honor to have someone like you”. “Well thanks for the compliment but do you mean more mature as in developed”? “I guess that’s it, someone who knows”. Joyce refilled her glass and added to his. Joe realized the conversation was starting to flat line so he needed to kick it up.

Acting a little tipsy he looked at Joyce, “mom if I tell you something you’ve got to keep it a secret, ok”?