Sage was surprised when her best friend Marge called and asked if her college-aged son Brad could stay with Sage for the weekend. Marge was on a business trip and Brad had some college interviews lined up in Sage’s city.
“Of course, send him on over!” Sage replied cheerfully. “My guest room is always available.”
Brad arrived that evening lugging a suitcase. He was even more handsome than Sage remembered from his high school graduation a few years ago. The lanky teen had filled out nicely into a man’s body – broad shoulders, solid muscles, and a chiseled jawline.
“Brad! You look great,” Sage exclaimed, giving him a warm hug. “I’m so glad you could stay with me this weekend. Your mom and I will have to catch up soon.”
They chatted for a bit over dinner, then Sage showed Brad to the guest room down the hall from her own bedroom. “Sleep well and help yourself to anything,” she said. “I’ll be just down the hall if you need me.”
“Thanks Sage, I really appreciate this,” Brad said, looking into her eyes earnestly. “You’re so kind to me.”
Sage smiled and gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. “That’s what friends are for. Goodnight!”
She went to bed feeling satisfied with being able to help out. Little did she know, it would be a sleepless night, for all the wrong reasons.
Some time later, Sage was jolted awake by a loud thump from the hallway, followed by the guest room door creaking open. Rubbing her eyes, she slipped out of bed and padded down the dark hall in her long nightshirt.
“Brad? Are you okay?” she asked, pushing open his door. He was sitting up in bed, his muscled torso bare and glistening with sweat in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. His eyes were wild, his breathing ragged.
“I…I had a really bad nightmare,” he stammered. “I’m sorry to disturb you. I just…I’m scared.”
“Oh honey, come here,” Sage cooed, rushing to his side. She sat on the edge of the bed and took his trembling hands in hers. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”
Brad let out a shaky sigh. “Can you…can you stay with me for a little while? Until I fall back asleep? I just feel so vulnerable and alone.”
“Of course, sweetie. I’d be happy to comfort you.” Sage slid under the covers next to him, wrapping her arms around his firm body. He smelled good, like clean sweat and sleep.
They talked softly for a while, Sage offering gentle reassurances. Slowly but surely, Brad’s breathing evened out. Then his hand came to rest on her hip, his touch sending sparks through her body.
“Brad…” she whispered. He was silent but his hand slid higher, bunching up her nightshirt. Sage’s heart pounded. Oh god, was this really happening? She hadn’t been touched in so long…
Unable to help herself, she arched into him, her sensitive breasts pressing against his chest. Brad made a low noise in his throat. His other hand came up to cup her face, drawing her into a deep, searching kiss.
Sage melted into it, all reservations forgotten. Brad’s lips were soft but hungry, his tongue delving into her mouth. He tasted faintly of toothpaste and warm skin.
They made out urgently, panting into each other’s mouths. Brad’s hands were everywhere – kneading her breasts, gripping her ass, hiking up her nightshirt. Sage tugged at his boxers, freeing his thick, hard cock.
It was huge. The biggest she’d ever seen. Sage wrapped her fingers around the hot shaft, giving it a few slow pumps. Brad groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.
“Sage…fuck, yes…” he gasped, pushing her onto her back. He settled between her thighs, his tip nudging at her entrance. Sage was so wet, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
Brad pushed forward in one long stroke. “Ohhhh!” Sage cried out as he stretched her open, filling her completely. He was so big she almost couldn’t take it all.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Brad panted, looking down at her with lust-dark eyes. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Yes,” Sage whimpered, hooking her legs around his waist. “Please…fuck me…fuck me hard…”
And he did. Brad set a punishing rhythm, pounding into her slick heat over and over. The headboard slammed against the wall, the bed frame creaking dangerously. Sage was in ecstasy, drunk on his size and the forbidden thrill of being taken by her best friend’s son.
Brad hit deep, nailing her g-spot with every thrust. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum…” he grunted, sweat dripping down his face.
“Yes, baby, cum in me,” Sage urged, her nails raking down his back. “Fill me up…make me yours…”
With a guttural groan, Brad buried himself to the hilt one last time. His cock jerked and throbbed as he came hard, flooding Sage’s pussy with his seed. The sensation triggered her own climax and she came with a silent scream, her cunt rippling around him.
They collapsed together, panting harshly. Brad rolled off her but gathered Sage close, nuzzling her hair.
“Thank you,” he murmured drowsily. “I needed that…you…so damn much.”
Sage smiled and kissed his cheek. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”
They drifted off, bodies entwined, his softening cock still inside her. In the morning, Sage would worry about the consequences. But for now, cocooned in forbidden bliss, she let herself bask in the afterglow, savoring every inch of her lover’s godlike body pressed against hers. She didn’t ever want this fantasy fuck to end.
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