I'm a divorced 38-year old aerobic dance and yoga instructor at a local private health club. One would think that having a pleasant personality and a very fit and slim dancer's body with womanly curves in all the right places, I would have a full calendar of steady sex. Not so. I have a very ordinary face, not ugly, but no one would say I'm even close to being pretty. It's the kind of face men describe as 'having character'. Most of my problem is that I'm fairly self-conscious about my face and avoid the singles and bar scenes. All that changed last year, when I drove my son, Paul, to start at university about 200 miles away. His roommate, Harry, was already established in their room when we arrived and he was quite a surprise. Even though only age 19, he had the look, manner, and charm of a much more mature and experienced man. He helped us make several trips to the car to help us carry things in, during which he paid more attention to me than my son and chatted with me on a vastly more mature level than one would expect from a first year university student. When Paul was settled, Harry insisted on treating the three of us to dinner at a fine nearby restaurant. What was supposed to be a quick meal so I could return home at a reasonable hour turned into a very enjoyable three hour experience with the very interesting and entertaining conversation guided by Harry. It became very obvious that Harry was quite taken with me as a woman and couldn't keep his eyes off me. I thought to myself with some satisfaction that at least one male appreciated the body hidden beneath my clothing. In the weeks following, Harry called me at once a week ostensibly to tell me the latest news of their studies and activities as they shared some of the same classes and had quickly become personal friends. In fact, the calls quickly became more than that and I looked forward to them. About halfway through the first term, Paul called to say he would be coming home in a few days for the three-day mid-term break and had invited Harry to come also. I politely said it would be fine with me, but inside I felt a girlish flush like a teenager. I told myself this was insane as there was a 22-year difference in our ages - a whole generation. That Friday, they arrived just after lunch in Harry's car and Paul got them settled in their rooms. I was off that day but had to give two yoga lasses starting at 7 PM. The three of us sat in the lounge talking. Harry was charming and still couldn't keep his eyes off me. We talked into late afternoon and it was too late for me to make dinner and get to the health club on time, so we just had sandwiches and I left them watching sports on the telly. I returned close to 10 PM and was greeted by them still watching the telly, but now dressed, if you can call it that, in their sleeping clothes, which, for Harry, consisted of gym shorts and nothing else. I tried to hide my interest in his exposed muscular chest and legs, but failed miserably. He was gentleman enough to avert his eyes once he saw my embarrassment. As I walked upstairs to my room, I was well aware he was a fine specimen of ripe manhood and I felt heat in my groin. I was tired and sweaty, so I had a shower, then got into bed with my book to read for awhile. I soon heard Paul say good night to Harry who was going to remain downstairs for a while longer. Paul knocked on my door to say good night, then went to his room. I was left alone with a book I didn't want to read and the image of Harry's muscular chest and legs. My woman's imagination filled in the missing area between his chest and legs. I tried not to dwell on that thought but, failing miserably, I became very horny. Shutting off the light, I lay on my back and tossed off the covers. I was wearing nothing but a short sleeved cotton nightgown that ended just above my knees. I rucked the nightgown up around my waist, spread my legs with knees raised, and moved my hand to my groin, cupping my womanhood. I closed my eyes to block out the bright moonlight coming through the window and concentrated on one of the sexual fantasies I use to enhance my delight. Wanting to stretch out the experience, I fingered myself slowly. As I caressed myself down there with one hand, I caressed my breasts and nipples with the other. I could already tell I needed a big orgasm to adequately quell my extreme level of horniness. I spent about at least 10 minutes slowly working myself up, then moved the hand from my breasts to my pussy and inserted two fingers inside as far as they could reach as I simultaneously fingered my slit and clit with my other hand. The fingers inside my pussy rubbed that delightful spot that everybody says doesn't exist. Caressing my clit and G-spot simultaneously soon had me very close to a climax when I heard the lock on the inside of my bedroom door close and a male voice seductively say, "Let me do that for you." Being pre-occupied and with my eyes closed, I neither heard nor saw Harry slip into my room. He watched me playing with myself until he saw me getting close to coming. That's when he locked the door and spoke. With the moonlight streaming in through the window, he had an excellent view of my feminine parts on full display and what I was doing to them. I jerked my body up into a sitting position, pulled the lower edge of the nightgown down to cover my crotch, and said, "What are you doing here? You need to leave!" He smiled and, as he removed his gym shorts to reveal a fully erect cock that was long and thick, he replied in a charming voice, "The answer to your question is obvious, and I think you need me to stay to help you. Your fingers aren't going to give you enough relief tonight". He stepped toward me and I again demanded he leave or I would scream for Paul. He ignored my demand and quickly sat on the bed next to my waist and, leaning over, kissed me before I had the presence of mind to stop him. When he put an arm around my shoulders and drew my upper body closer into his, I opened my mouth to say something, but he slipped the tip of his tongue inside and found mine. My tongue reacted instinctively to the feel of his tongue and they were soon exploring and discovering. My God, he could kiss! I was suddenly lost, all inhibitions gone. I kissed him back and we soon were plundering each other's mouths, kissing deeply with lots of tongue. I love deep French kisses and Harry was an expert at it. At some point, I wound my arms around his neck and surrendered my body to his kisses and caresses. His hands were everywhere on my upper body, especially around my breasts with his fingertips tweaking and rubbing my already hard and elongated nipples. After some more deep kisses, he moved his mouth to my breasts and feasted there for awhile, ending up sucking my nipples. His foreplay had me going out of my mind with lust, and he hadn't even touched my pussy yet. With me still sitting up, it was easy for him to lift my nightgown over my head, and I was naked. He gently pushed me back down and moved his head from my breasts down along my tummy, kissing and kneading his way to my pussy. I just lay back and reached for his cock. I found it with my hand and explored its length and girth. It was two hand widths in length, making it at least 7 inches long and my thumb and middle finger just barely fit around it, making it about 5 1/2 inches in girth, an altogether very respectable size and surely big enough to make my long neglected pussy spasm with joy. While I was exploring his cock with my hand, he very nicely caressed all the woman parts between my legs, taking up where I had left off. Satisfied with their state of arousal, he then inserted a couple of fingers inside my pussy, found my special, and fingered it like an expert. I soon felt a climax approach and threw my head back and cried out as it suddenly hit me. My hips shuddered against his hand as I came, gasping loudly until he put a hand over my mouth to keep my noise down so as not to awaken Paul. He continued fingering me, but with less urgency, until I was finished and lay back recovering my composure. He then knelt between my legs, lowered his mouth to my pussy, and proceeded to eat me. He did an expert job and, after nibbling everything for awhile, he concentrated on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. I was right at the edge of another climax, moaning with anticipation, when he suddenly sucked my clit hard. I gave a small scream of surprise and passion, and plunged over the edge. I cried out this climax for quite a while before the shuddering of my hips calmed. He again had to put a hand over my mouth to quiet me. When my body finally recovered, he opened my legs, knelt between them, and paused to gaze with undisguised lust at my feminine center. I think he was also giving a chance to say 'no' to what was to follow but, by this time, I was in no mood to stop him. After a few seconds, he mounted me and slid half his cock inside my wet pussy. I felt a bit stretched, but it felt good - very good. I pulled my knees further back and spread my legs wider apart. He took that as a signal to continue and steadily slid the rest of his cock up me. I felt the head just touch my cervix so I knew he was filling me up lengthwise., and I certainly felt full laterally. He paused again, this time to let me get used to his size, but I was already eager for him to start stroking me, and I let him know by nipping his cock with my female muscles. He smiled and started thrusting slowly, but deeply. Each time, he moved out almost all the way so he could give me his full length when he thrust back in. It felt heavenly and I helped by undulating my hips in time with his movements. He established a steady rhythm and we fucked at that level for quite a while. His cock felt so good moving like that, I could have stayed at that level forever, but he eventually started doing me hard and deep. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, pulling him tightly into me and fucked him back with some urgency. When he judged our level of passion had risen enough, he went into the short strokes for a short time, then shifted to pounding hard and fast into me as his climax approached. The fast pounding pushed me over the edge and I cried out, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't stop!" That pushed him over the edge also and he bellowed out his climax as he flooded my convulsing pussy as only a young man can. Feeling his flood of cum inside my pussy prolonged my orgasm. As we came down together, he continued to slowly slide his cock in me. Along the way, we kissed deeply and long as a way of saying 'thank you' to each other for our shared pleasure. When we were both finally finished, he rolled off and lay next to me on his back. I half rolled into him with an arm across his chest and a leg over his hip, and slowly rubbed my dripping pussy against his upper thigh. He wrapped his arms around me and, as we fell asleep, I marveled at how someone so young could be so good at pleasuring a woman. I woke up a few hours later as he was opening my legs so he could mount me. Seeing my momentary surprise at waking up with him getting between my legs, he shushed me with, "I want you again. I didn't think you would mind if I let my cock wake you." I smiled as I reached down with both hands to guide his cock into me. As the head of his cock entered, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and pulled him into me, moaning with pleasure as he slid that wonderful cock all the way up me and started fucking me once more. After a somewhat more sedate session than before, we both came, then fell asleep again. I woke up around 6AM and sent him back to his room so he would be there when Paul awoke. I arose and prepared for work since that my week to go in on Saturdays, then went down to make breakfast for the three of us. I woke them both, but Paul elected to sleep in. When Harry came down and joined me, he sat opposite and gazed into my eyes with longing while he told me he was infatuated with me and wanted us to be exclusive lovers, pointing out there were many weekends when he didn't need to stay at school. He said he could make Paul think he was dating somebody attending another school, which would let him get away without Paul to be with me. I was flattered, but cited our 18 years age difference. He said that made no difference and, when I questioned that, he replied, "First, didn't you see how I looked at you when you walked into our room at uni at the beginning of this term? I couldn't keep my eyes off you. There's something so alluring about you, I was struck dumb. Second, you have the body of a 20-year old. You're so fit, I bet your physiological age is equal to that of mine. Third, you are a fabulous lover. After last night, I already know I'll never get tired of making love with you - and part of that is because you are so fit. Fourth, you're a fabulous conversationalist. I love talking to you and I know you feel the same. So what else do we need?" And finally, as the only son, I'm being groomed to take over the lucrative family business, so we can make any life we want for ourselves. So, what else do we need?" I was startled and said, "That sounded strangely like a proposal of something more than being lovers." He nodded 'yes' very seriously in response. I was too surprised to handle that just yet, so I asked, "What about Paul?" He replied that we would not tell him until I thought he could handle it. I nodded in agreement, realizing I had just also de facto agreed to his request to be lovers. I then said, "I've got to ask - how did you become such a fabulous and knowledgeable lover at such a young age? No man I've ever been with, not that there have been that many, comes close to you?" He told me he had been seduced at age 16 by the 40-year old wife of a neighbor and spent most of his week day afternoons after school for the next two years in her bed being taught everything about how to pleasure of woman, and this continued during the next year when he worked full time doing an internship at the family business. And he added, in case I wondered if he had experienced women to be able to settle down with just one woman, that his sexual mentor shared him with all her women friends so inclined and, on his own initiative during that internship year, he had sampled literally dozens of women of all ages during nighttime and weekend parties, as well as at work. I went to work and when I returned that afternoon, he told me that Paul had acted normally with him all day and appeared not to have known we were together in bed the night before. The three of us went out to dinner at Harry's expense and had a wonderful time. Harry insisted on paying since his monthly allowance from his parents was very generous and he could well afford to pay for our outings. That night Harry and I slept together again and the love making was just as fabulous. By the next morning, I was smitten. I loved having sex and sleeping with him. It was so comfortable being lovers and companions. He visited me for the weekend two weeks later and we had just as good a time, but worried about Paul making a surprise visit home and catching us together so, from then on, we met at a small inn about halfway between us where we were much more relaxed. We've been together as a long distance couple for a year now, but still haven't told Paul. It looks like we may be a permanent thing, but I don't hold my breath because one day the 18-years age difference may become significant for him, or his family might object to me for the same reason and make him choose between me or taking over the family business. As for me, I can visualize having him as my lover and companion for the rest of my life but, one day at a time, and I'll enjoy it for as long as it lasts.