I see Lorena striding forward and wrapping her arms around me. I feel her fingers gripping me tightly, the hunger in her touch, the need to be as close to me as she can get.
I grit my teeth and stride straight into my bedroom, changing into my gym gear, telling myself to let thoughts of Lorena go.
But my woman is incredibly persistent…
No, she’s not my woman. I can’t let those words start to become commonplace in my mind. She’s my son’s ex-girlfriend.
The last time I saw her before today, she was a dorky teen in braces, so shy she could barely meet my eye… not that I ever noticed that, except when Jamie teased her about it a couple of times. She was invisible to me.
But she’s anything other than that now.
Now, she’s…
She’s everything. My bones ache as I start my workout, warming up with some light weights, trying to focus everything I have on the feeling of my muscles and the movement of the weights. But it’s impossible.
My mind keeps returning to Lorena, with her wavy brown hair… disobedient hair, the sort that screams at me to grip it tightly in my hand.
I can’t stop imagining how she’d look bent over, with that hair spilling down her back, her round ass aimed at me in desire.
My cock is rock hard, my balls feeling insanely heavy. It’s like there’s some primal force inside of me, compelling me to find her, fuck her, put a baby in her. It’s like there’s a siren song, telling me to do whatever it takes to make her mine.
I sit up on the bench, running a hand over my face as I let out a groan.
My whole body is trembling as I imagine peeling down her pants, revealing her ass one tempting inch at a time, and then smoothing my hand over her skin as she shivers in anticipation.
“Can you take it hard?” I growl.
In my mind's eye, she looks at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes brimming with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, as though she’s not sure she’s going to be able to keep up.
The look in her eyes only ignites the beast inside of me… the animal who’s excited to show her how sexy she is, how sexual, how ready to give me everything I need.
To satisfy this burning hunger, this insatiable desire to paint her body in my carnal craving.
I jolt to my feet and walk through the apartment, not letting myself think about what I’m doing. I can’t ponder my actions, because then the guilt will set in, the knife-edged guilt that will tell me how wrong this is.
I push open my bedroom door and drop onto the bed, eyes closed, my hands already sliding down to my manhood.
I can’t stop myself.
I bring the helm of my cock to her hole, in my mind, pushing in as she lets out a cock jerking whimper.
Groaning, I slip down my pants and grip the base of my thick cock. My length throbs in my hand as I stroke it up and down.
In the fantasy, I slip my cock inside of her and push until I’m buried right to the hilt. Her young slit stretches around my length and then I slide out, fucking her hard, gripping her hips as I drive my hips forward.
I’m lost to the world now. I can’t stop. A bomb could go off outside and I wouldn’t be able to stop stroaking my hand up and down my hard dick, thoughts of Lorena so loud in my head they deafen me to all else.
In my dream Lorena collapses onto her front, her hands opening and closing as though she’s getting closer to her finish. I pound her harder, imagining vividly every moaning noise she’ll make, feeling how hot and tight and wet she is.
Squeezing my hand harder around my base, I pump with more force, spreading precome from my tip down to my base and back again, stroking so hard I feel the come rushing up my shaft. It pushes against my tip, all sensation fixated on that one point.
My eyes are closed tight, pushing away reality as I fuck my woman – my goddamn woman, no one ever gets to touch her, even think of her like this. I imagine massaging her ass as she squirts down my cock, her moans becoming screams of pure release.
Finally, I fall back, grunting as my seed explodes out of my cock. It squirts over my abs, I lie there, heaving in breaths, as the full magnitude of what I’ve just done settles over me.
Fuck.
I just masturbated thinking about my son’s ex-girlfriend.
That was a mistake.
Yet, even as I clean myself up, thoughts of Lorena are still with me. My cock twitching as I imagine her again. I can’t fight it.
After my shower, I stare at myself in the steamy glass of the mirror.