My Best Friend’s Son I

How could a twenty-one-year-old man be that… huge?

The image kept flashing through me no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Earlier today, I had gone to visit my best friend, Ralia. I’d been so pressed that I thought my bladder would burst, so I rushed straight to the bathroom without knocking.

And there he was.

Johnny.

Naked, water sliding down his chest, his broad shoulders glistening under the shower. My eyes had betrayed me, landing on the thick length between his thighs before my brain could catch up. Heat had rushed straight to my core, making me ache in places I had long denied.

I should have turned away immediately. Instead, I froze, staring, drinking him in, shame and desire tangling until I could barely breathe. Fantasies swirled in my mind. Should I just step forward, press my body against his, ride him until my legs gave out? Should I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth until he groaned my name?

God help me, the thoughts wouldn’t stop.

His eyes flicked to me, widening in shock, and he quickly covered himself with both hands. That was when I snapped back to reality.

“I—I’m so sorry, Johnny,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together. Then I fled before I could make a bigger fool of myself.

Now, back in my own room, I couldn’t chase the image away. My nipples hardened beneath my thin top, my thighs pressed together helplessly as my pussy pulsed with need.

“Johnny…” I moaned his name softly, as though the sound alone could ease the fire spreading through me.

I stood, heading to my wardrobe, and pulled out the sleek vibrator that had been my only solace since I’d sworn off men. But tonight was different. Tonight, every thrust of the toy became him. Every wave of pleasure painted his face in my mind—the forbidden man I could never touch.

And yet, the more I imagined him, the more I knew one dangerous truth.

Sooner or later, I wouldn’t be able to resist this urge.

I closed my eyes and let the toy slide deeper, my back arching as the delicious pressure built.

In my mind, it wasn’t silicone filling me—it was Johnny. His strong hands pinning my wrists, his breath hot against my ear as he growled, “You shouldn’t want this… but you do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice breaking.

I imagined his weight pressing me into the mattress, his lips bruising mine as his hips thrust harder, deeper, claiming me in ways no man ever had. The thought alone made me gasp, my legs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“Johnny…” I moaned again, louder this time, surrendering to the forbidden dream that left my sheets damp and my body trembling.

When it was over, I lay there panting, guilt and satisfaction twisting inside me like smoke. I don’t know how Ralia would feel if she finds out but then again it’s her fault for birthing such a mighty man.

I stood up to wash myself, but before I could reach the bathroom, I heard a knock on the door. My kids were away on vacation, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door—and froze.

Johnny was standing there looking as handsome as ever.

“Hey, Aunt Stella. You forgot this. Mom asked me to bring it over.”

he said flashing a smile that make me want to suck his lips.

“Ohh come in, I replied stepping away from him,”

Once inside I told him to feel comfortable and feel at home and I left with the little dignity in me to my room.

Suddenly my phone rang and Ralia flashed on the screen. I picked up Immediately.

“Hey babe It’s late please let journey sleep over. And for some reasons best known to me my heart swelled with joy.

“No problem babe, see ya,” I said ending the call.

“Your mum said you should spend the night here Johnny,” I said.

“No problem aunty,” he replied with his usual killer smile.

It was with a lot of restraint that I prevented myself from grabbing him and taking him to my room.

“Come with me, I will show you to the guest room,” I said and he stood up quietly following me.

“Here you go, feel at home,” then I walked off.

Back in my room I tossed and turned, Johnny’s smile haunting me like a wicked spell. No matter how hard I tried to think of something else, my mind dragged me back to the sight of him earlier, the way his shirt stretched over his chest, the warmth of his voice when he said, “No problem, aunty.”

I reached for my phone, desperate for distraction, I logged into a p**n site where I watched two men drilled a woman mercilessly. A cock in her mouth and a cock in her dripping pussy ramming into her with rigor. I inserted two fingers in my already dripping pussy increasing the pace to match with the movement of the men cocks my moan filled the room but it did nothing to quench the fire of desire in me.

A real cock is all I need.

I tiptoed quietly down the hallway, my heart racing in my chest. By the time I reached the guest room door, my palms were sweaty. I hesitated, then turned the knob slowly, careful not to make a sound.

My fingers trembled on the knob before I slowly pushed it open.

There he was. Johnny.

Fast asleep, the sheets tangled around his waist, his chest rising and falling in the soft rhythm of dreams. Only a pair of boxers covered him, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes roamed shamelessly over his abs, down the sculpted lines that disappeared beneath the fabric. I swallowed hard, heat curling low in my belly.

How can someone be this handsome?

I stepped closer, my heart hammering. My hand shook as I reached out, aching to run my fingers over his abs, to feel the heat of his skin. Just one touch, that’s all I wanted.

But the second my fingers almost brushed him, he shifted, letting out a low groan. My heart jumped into my throat and I snatched my hand back, panic and guilt slamming into me all at once.

His lashes fluttered. For a terrifying moment, I thought his eyes would open.

I stood there breathless, my heart pounding in my throat, torn between fleeing and staying rooted to the spot.

I was about to reach out to him again when his eyes flew open.