I couldn’t believe the request I had just received. My old college roommate, Susan, had reached out with a peculiar favor. Her son, Ethan, was coming to the city to tour a few colleges, and she wondered if he could stay with me for a few days. I was flattered that she trusted me with her precious boy, but I had my reservations. After all, I hadn’t seen Susan or her family in years, and I had no idea what her son was like.

“Of course, I’d be delighted to have him,” I replied, my voice filled with enthusiasm I didn’t entirely feel. I was curious about this young man, Susan’s son. I remembered her mentioning that he was a late bloomer, a shy and quiet boy who had just turned eighteen. My mind wandered to the thought of a gangly teenager with braces and acne, but I pushed those stereotypes aside.

As the day of Ethan’s arrival drew closer, I found myself feeling a bit nervous. I hadn’t had much interaction with young people lately, especially not teenage boys. I was a successful businesswoman in my early forties, and my social circle consisted mainly of colleagues and clients. I enjoyed my independence and the freedom to indulge in my passions, which included fine dining, collecting vintage wines, and attending the theater. I lived alone in a spacious apartment, and the thought of having a houseguest, especially a young one, was both exciting and daunting.

On a crisp autumn afternoon, I arrived home from work to find a tall, slender figure standing outside my door. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and he had a shy smile that reminded me of Susan. I felt a rush of warmth as I realized this must be Ethan.

“Hi, I’m Ethan,” he said, his voice soft and a little raspy, as if he didn’t use it much. “Mom said you’d be expecting me.”

“Ethan, welcome! Come in, come in,” I said, stepping aside to let him enter. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes widen slightly as he took in my appearance. I was a big woman, standing at five feet ten inches, with a curvaceous figure that filled out my tight-fitting dress. My blonde hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, and my green eyes sparkled with amusement at his reaction.

“I’m Carol,” I introduced myself, extending my hand. His fingers were long and slender as they wrapped around mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly released my hand, looking around the apartment. “Wow, this place is amazing. Mom said you had a great eye for design.”

I laughed, feeling flattered. “Your mom is too kind. Come, let me show you your room.”

As I led him through the apartment, I couldn’t help but notice Ethan’s gaze lingering on my body. He was tall, probably around six feet, and his lanky frame moved with an awkward grace. I felt a tingle of excitement as I realized he found me attractive. Most men my age were more interested in younger, slimmer women, but Ethan’s appreciation for my fuller figure was evident.

“Here we are,” I said, opening the door to the guest room. “I hope this will be comfortable for you.”

The room was cozy, with a queen-sized bed and a small sitting area. Ethan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the space. “This is perfect. Thanks so much for having me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied, feeling a little breathless. “I’ll let you settle in. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours. Just make yourself at home.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes still fixed on me. “Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

I left him to unpack, my heart racing. I hadn’t felt this giddy in years. There was something about Ethan’s youthful energy and his obvious attraction to me that stirred something deep within. I couldn’t deny the flutter of desire in my stomach, but I tried to push it aside. He was just a boy, and I was old enough to be his mother.

As I prepared dinner, I found myself stealing glances at the hallway, anticipating Ethan’s appearance. I wanted to make a good impression, so I had spent extra time on my appearance, letting my hair fall loose around my shoulders and applying a touch of makeup to enhance my natural features. I chose a form-fitting dress that accentuated my ample curves, knowing full well the effect it would have on the young man.

When Ethan finally emerged, my breath caught in my throat. He had changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans, but the clothes did nothing to hide his lean, muscular physique. His dark eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement as he took in my appearance.

“Wow, you look…” He trailed off, his gaze roaming over my body.

“Hungry?” I finished for him, my voice laced with a playful tone. “Dinner’s almost ready. I hope you like pasta.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes never leaving my face. “I love pasta. And I love your dress, by the way. It suits you.”

I felt my cheeks warm at his compliment. “Thank you. I thought we could eat in the dining room tonight. It’s a bit more formal, but I wanted to make this special.”

As we sat down to dinner, the conversation flowed easily. Ethan told me about his high school experiences, his love for music, and his aspirations for college. I was impressed by his intelligence and his passion for learning. He had a shy, boyish charm that captivated me, and I found myself laughing at his witty remarks.

“So, what do you think of the city so far?” I asked, pouring us both a glass of wine.

Ethan took a sip, his eyes sparkling. “It’s amazing. So much to see and do. I can’t wait to explore more.”

“Well, I’d be happy to show you around,” I offered, feeling a little daring. “I know all the best spots.”

His eyes lit up. “That would be awesome. I’d love to see the city through your eyes.”

As the evening progressed, the wine flowed freely, and our conversation became more intimate. We talked about love, life, and our dreams for the future. Ethan’s shyness seemed to melt away, and he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.

“You’re so beautiful, Carol,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I felt my face flush, and my pulse quickened. “Oh, Ethan, you’re too kind. You’re a handsome young man yourself.”

His eyes darkened, and he reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

I felt a jolt of desire as his warm hand enclosed mine. “Do what?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“This,” he said, pulling me up from my chair and into his arms.

I found myself pressed against his lean body, my breasts crushed against his chest. His lips found mine, and he kissed me with a hunger that took my breath away. His tongue danced with mine, exploring my mouth with a raw, uninhibited passion. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt.

“Ethan, wait,” I managed to say between kisses. “We should…”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you. You’re so beautiful, so sexy.”

His hands roamed over my curves, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress. I arched into his touch, my inhibitions melting away. I wanted this young man, and I wanted him now.

“Bedroom,” I gasped, pulling him towards the hallway.

Ethan followed, his hands never leaving my body. We stumbled into my bedroom, our lips never parting. I pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, my dress riding up my thighs, exposing my lace-covered pussy.

Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his fingers tracing the lace, teasing my sensitive skin.

I ground my hips against his, feeling his hardness through his jeans. “Take them off,” I demanded, my voice thick with desire.

He wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his lean legs. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

“Oh God, Carol,” he groaned, his hips bucking into my touch. “You feel so good.”

I leaned down, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Ethan’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took more of him, deep-throating his length.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, fucking my mouth. “Suck me, Carol.”

I obliged, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my hand working in unison. I loved the feel of his thick cock in my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue. I wanted to make him lose control, to feel his young body tremble with pleasure.

Ethan’s breathing became ragged, his hands gripping my head as he held me in place. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased my pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his cum, to feel it explode on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he cried out, his hips bucking wildly.

I held on, my mouth working feverishly as he came, his hot, salty cum shooting onto my tongue. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, milking his cock with my hand until he was spent.

Ethan collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. I crawled up his body, straddling his waist, my dress still hiked up.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s just the beginning, my sweet boy.”

With that, I stood, letting my dress fall to the floor, revealing my naked body. Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight of my heavy breasts, my soft curves, and the dark patch of hair between my thighs.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

I smiled, feeling empowered by his admiration. “And you’re all mine tonight, Ethan. Let me show you what a real woman can do.”

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above his face, my wet pussy inches from his mouth. “Eat me, Ethan,” I commanded, my voice throaty with need.

He needed no further encouragement. He dove between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit, flicking and licking with a skill that belied his age. I moaned, my head thrown back, my fingers gripping the sheets as he devoured me.

“Yes, right there,” I gasped, my hips undulating, grinding my pussy against his face. “Lick me, baby.”

Ethan’s tongue worked its magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core. I wanted to make it last, to savor every moment of this forbidden encounter.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t stop, Ethan.”

He didn’t, his tongue relentless, his fingers now joining the dance, slipping inside my wetness, finding my sweet spot. I cried out, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I rode the waves of pleasure, my juices flowing freely, coating his face and hands.

Ethan looked up at me, his eyes glistening with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol. I want to make you feel even better.”

I smiled down at him, my body still trembling. “I think I might have something to help with that.”

I reached into my bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Ethan’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“I want you inside me, Ethan,” I said, tearing open the condom packet. “But first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”

I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, then reached down, taking his hard cock in my hand. I stroked him slowly, coating his length with the slippery substance.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, his hips rising to meet my touch.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as my lubed fingers found his tight hole. I teased the entrance, circling and probing gently.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let me prepare you.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes closed, his body surrendering to my touch. I slowly pushed one finger inside, feeling his tightness grip me. He moaned into my mouth, his body tensing and then relaxing as I worked my finger in and out.

“More,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

I added a second finger, stretching him gently, scissoring my fingers to open him up. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, my free hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

“Yes, please,” he panted, his hips thrusting into my hand.

I added a third finger, stretching him wider, feeling his body accept my intrusion. “You’re so tight, Ethan. I want to feel you around my cock.”

“Please, Carol,” he begged, his eyes pleading. “Fuck me, now.”

I smiled, my body throbbing with need. I positioned myself above him, my pussy hovering over his cock. I guided his length to my entrance, feeling the head nudge my wetness.

“Take me, Ethan,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

He thrust his hips upward, impaling me on his length. I gasped as he filled me, his thick cock stretching me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh God, you feel amazing,” I moaned, my hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rode him, our bodies moving as one. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing as our bodies connected in the most intimate way.

“Fuck, Carol, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I smiled, my heart pounding with pleasure. “You’re incredible too, baby. I want to make you feel good.”

I increased my pace, riding him harder, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and kneading the heavy flesh, his thumbs teasing my sensitive nipples.

“Yes, just like that,” I panted, my body on the edge of release. “Make me cum, Ethan.”

He obliged, his fingers pinching my nipples, his hips thrusting up to meet my downward strokes. I felt my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me, baby.”

Ethan’s hips bucked wildly, his cock driving deep within me. I felt his length twitch and throb as he filled the condom with his hot cum. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm washed over me.

We collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, our hearts racing. I lay on top of Ethan, our bodies still joined, his cock softening inside me.

“That was…” Ethan began, his voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my lips finding his in a tender kiss. “I never expected this, Ethan. You’re an amazing lover.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “You’re the amazing one, Carol. I’ve never felt so alive.”

I traced his jawline with my finger, my heart filled with a mix of emotions. “I’m glad I could show you something new, baby. But we should probably get some rest. It’s been an eventful night.”

Ethan nodded, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t want to let you go, Carol. Can we… do this again?”

I smiled, my heart melting. “Of course, my sweet boy. We have a few more days together. I plan to make the most of every moment.”

As I drifted off to sleep in Ethan’s arms, I knew that this visit would be one we’d both remember for a lifetime. The age gap between us seemed to melt away as we discovered a deep, passionate connection. I couldn’t wait to explore more of the city with Ethan, both its sights and the hidden depths of our desires.