You never forget such times
When I was nineteen my father had a very good looking boy working in our yard for him. He was blond, very well built, tan and had the sexiest smile I have ever seen. He was 17 years old and we kidded a lot between us whenever I went outdoors and started flirting with him.
Eventually I invited him in for a Coke and we got to be even better friends. My Mom was very understanding and had no problem with me inviting Kevin up to my room for maybe an hour or so after his work.
We just fooled around at first, but then things got hotter. We did stuff, and I guess maybe he had never done before but he sure liked it a lot. I never took off my panties which I guess made it hotter for him because while he was kissing me the first time he grunted and the whole front of his pants got stained wet. He really blushed. I had made him cum in his pants!
Only thing about doing stuff in the bedroom was that about the third time I brought him into the house and stopped so my Mom could see it was us, he already had a huge hard-on, The front of his pants stuck way out. Of course he tried to hide it with his hands in front. My Mom blushed like mad because I saw she couldn't take her eyes off of him there. I guess he knew what I was going to let him do and couldn't keep from getting a hard-on. Naturally, after I had him do what I liked for him to do and had gotten off three or four times from that kind of play, Kevin was really turned on.
When he finished with me he stood beside the bed and I played with him really slowly, moving my hands up and down his penis that was dripping clear fluid all over his pants he was so hot. I tried to make it last for him but he couldn't stand too much after seeing me cum so hard. When he grunted and pushed it out throbbing, it went off with about seven strong squirts while he gasped and jerked and I would get a mini-orgasm just seeing it. After that he fingered me really fast to get me off in a cum that would go on and on for me.
I still like to edge and remember those times. We sure made ourselves feel good. When we went back downstairs after his penis went down, my Mom always came out of the kitchen to check us or rather to check his bulge. Once she told me she always did herself, fingered herself while we were upstairs, knowing what we were doing. I liked that.