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When you reach a certain age, you spend a lot of time remembering when. Yesterday was one of those days. I was going through old picture albums and found one from when our daughter, Grace, was in college.

She used to call and ask if she could bring some of her friends home with her for the weekend, and their laundry too. Of course, we said yes. So, while I was in the basement washing underwear that were so dirty that I didn’t even want to touch them, my loving husband was upstairs toking on a bong (if that is the correct way to say it) and entertaining some of the kids.

I was just about finishing up when my daughter and a couple of other kids joined me in the basement. Before I had noticed, they were passing a joint around between them. One of the boys, Buzz, offered it to me. While my initial reaction was to say no, after all, my daughter was standing right in front of me. When she urged me on, I gave in. It had been a million years since I had done anything like that, but the kids thought it was pretty cool that Grace’s mom (me) was getting high with them. I, was now one of the cool ones.

I was remembering what I liked about getting high and asked if anyone had any more. All of a sudden, every kid down there lit one up. The weed got passed around from one to another until we were all pretty wasted.

One of the boys that they called Finn, not because of his name but because he was on the swim team at school, came over to me and started talking. I was to the point of not really being able to comprehend the words that came out of his mouth, but when he started to lead me upstairs, I went willingly.

I was quite taken with Finn. Being a swimmer, you can imagine how toned his body was. I forcibly subdued those weird images that I was having, of how it would be if…you know…if he were to want me. I was having a wonderful nightmare while standing in my kitchen.

I say wonderful, because, plain and simple let’s face it, what woman doesn’t want to be coveted by a young stud? And I say nightmare because, let’s be real, I’m fifty-two. My ass is a bit wider than it was, gravity is tugging my tits, and my tummy pouch sticks out just enough that I can’t see my muff without a mirror. And who the hell wants a mirror in order to see a body like this?

Finn and I approached the living room. Because I had just washed several loads of laundry, the first thing I noticed was the clothes strewn all about the room. Then I noticed the naked bodies they used to cover. I asked Finn which one was his girlfriend. He nodded to the girl on the couch. It took me a minute to focus, but there she was, with her back to us, riding my husband’s erection.

I didn’t react at first, except to watch them. I’ll admit to being a bit envious of her gorgeous figure. She was after all my daughter’s age, and I’d like to think that I used to look that good way back when.

My eyes turned to Finn who stood motionless watching his girlfriend fuck Jim.

“You okay?” I asked Finn.

He nodded and pointed to the bong in the middle of the floor. “She’s probably so fucking high right now that she doesn’t even know who she’s with. Please don’t be pissed at her.”

“No. I’m not going to interrupt them either, but for Jim’s sake, I just hope he’s not so wasted that he doesn’t remember this. Because if I have anything to say about it, there will never be the chance of this happening ever again. So, he’d better be enjoying the hell out of her young pussy.”

Any question I may have had about his enjoyment was answered as his cock and balls became drenched with his semen. Finn’s girlfriend however was doing a fine imitation of the Energizer Bunny and kept going and going. I quietly wondered how long Jim could last since his normal routine was ‘squirt and done’.

I had seen enough. I stepped back into the kitchen, leaned over the sink, and splashed water on my face. Watching Grace’s father fuck one of her friends was about all I could handle after getting stoned for the first time in a month of Sundays.

I felt Finn place his hand on the small of my back and ask, “You okay?”

I was hoping that it wasn’t the effects of the weed but when he touched my bare skin, I felt a twinge in my pussy, something that hadn’t happened in quite some time. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Jim is good, but it’s always the ‘same old-same old’ if you know what I mean.

For one fleeting moment, I too wanted to feel as if I was twenty again and ripped into Finn’s zipper. I had flashbacks to my younger days when Jim and I were first together as I pulled Finn’s cock out of his pants. His was the same length and girth as Jim’s cock, and looked just as I remember Jim’s looking, that is before his calendar caught up with him. That was the difference. Finn didn’t look all worn out.

I wasn’t about to waste any time and got right to it. A couple of strokes and a few licks and I was in control of a raging hardon.

I heard “Oh my God” fall from Finn’s lips more than once. While I never thought of myself as giving great head, due to never getting a response from Jim other than his being ready to fuck me, Finn’s obvious enjoyment of my tongue action made me go at him with even more vigor. Maybe just a bit too much because in no time at all he was dousing the back of my throat with a stream of hot cum.

That has always been something that I have fervently tried to avoid. Just the thought of that slimy stuff in my mouth makes me gag. But for some unexplainable reason, I kept pumping his cock, waiting for more. Finn did not disappoint and shot yet another load toward my tonsils.

“Would you believe it if I told you I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before? Not even on my drunkest night. Who’da thunk that at my age I would have a first?”

“My turn,” Finn said. “I’ve never fucked anyone older than me.”

He fumbled with my waistband while he tried to get my pants down around my hips. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I pushed them to the floor, exposing the lower half of me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I took his answer to be yes as he spun me around, pushed me face-first onto the counter, and took me from behind.

Finn was extremely capable of filling my well-worn, but not worn-out pussy. I was hoping that due to my draining his cock twice that he would last a while. I was a bit nervous being half naked in my kitchen and being fucked by someone other than my husband, with company, AND MY DAUGHTER, in the house.

I can’t say that I had an orgasm, but I was plenty wet as his cock was sloshing in and out of me. It felt good.

Finn leaned in a bit and whispered, “There’s something else I’ve never done before.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

It was a moot question because the words had no sooner escaped my lips when his cock fell from my pussy and pressed against my back door. I couldn’t get the words out fast enough to tell him no way was I going to let him fuck me in the ass when I felt the pressure, then the plunge. Just like that, he was balls deep in my Hershey Highway.

The pain of virginal penetration soon morphed into a pleasure unknown to me before. Imagine if you will, the sensation of taking the dump of a lifetime, over and over again, with each time feeling a bit better than the last. I know that is a strange analogy but bear with me as I try to explain just how tremendous my orgasm was as Finn entered and exited my asshole. I had never, ever, cum in a way that my wetness ran down my legs as it did then.

From time to time, Jim and I still reminisce about that day. We both survived it, enjoyed it, and don’t regret it, knowing full well that those days are long gone. The added bonus of that day, for me at least, is that on every occasion that we have Jim’s normal ‘squirt and done’ sex, I get to imagine Finn all over again and have actually had one or two orgasms with my husband. Yippee for me.