It had been a very difficult year.  I thought that the old story of the shitbag husband running off with his younger secretary only happened to others.  It was a complete shock when it happened to me.  I discovered that my marriage was gone, and the love of my life was no longer in my life.  To add insult to injury, he left me just after the Thanksgiving holiday.

I kept the house, which was the good part that came out of the whole mess, but that first Christmas, right after he left, sucked.  My parents had passed away a few years earlier, and with no siblings, I was 38 and completely on my own.

I was determined to make this Christmas better.  I always loved the holiday season and was determined to return to the Christmases of years past with outside lights, a beautifully decorated tree in the front window, lawn ornaments, the whole shebang.

My neighbor’s teenage son, whom I paid to cut my lawn this past summer, was more than willing to help when I called and asked if he could assist me.

Branden was an 18-year-old senior in high school, good-looking, and in great shape.  He ran track and completed a half-marathon.  He was shy and very reserved, which is why I think he liked running and cycling instead of team sports.

The first Saturday in December, he came with me to a tree farm.  It was a 45-minute drive each way, and almost an hour walking around trying to pick out the perfect tree.  I’m picky, but he never complained, and he easily carried the tree to the car and tied it to the roof.  I couldn’t have done it without him.

When we finally pulled into my driveway, he untied the tree, cut the netting away, brought it into the house, and placed it in the stand.  He agreed to come back on Sunday to find the tree decorations, which were all buried in the back of the attic.

The least I could do was offer him a cup of hot chocolate, which he eagerly accepted.  We sat at the kitchen table and just continued our discussion from the car ride about school, track, cycling, and future college.

He blushed when I asked about his girlfriend.  I didn’t think that he had a current one, but was surprised about the fact that he had never had a girlfriend.  A handsome young man, a good student, in fabulous shape, just shocked me that he never did.

Sometimes my thoughts come out of my mouth before my brain can filter my words.

“So you’ve never had sex!!!”

As soon as I said it, I felt bad, especially when he blushed and simply looked down at the table.

“No” is all he said in a quiet tone.

I felt bad that I blurted it out as I did, but in doing so, I suddenly saw him differently.  Sitting at my kitchen table was this great kid, but he was unsure of himself and had low confidence with girls his age.

I stood up and walked towards him.  “Stand up for me, please.”

He shook his head no without saying anything.  I reached for his hand and gently moved it to rest on my left breast.  It had been well over a year since anyone had touched me there.  Brayden slowly stood up, and I could clearly see the tent in his pants.  He obviously enjoyed feeling my tit and hardening nipple through my t-shirt.

I turned him around, so I was behind him and placed my hands on his chest.  I could feel his racing heart pounding in his chest.  I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Don’t be afraid, just relax."

My hands slowly slipped down his chest and belly until I found his belt.  I unbuckled it, and his pants easily fell to the floor, and I hooked my fingers under the top of his underwear and pushed them, and they easily followed his pants.

His cock sprang out like it was happy not to be constrained anymore.  I wrapped my right hand softly around his cock.  I could hear his soft moans as he tilted his head back to rest on my shoulder.

I slowly started to stroke his rock-hard cock.  It was warm and felt so good that I was pleasing him.  I whispered in his ear, “I want you to cum for me, go ahead, shoot your hot cum for me."

He didn’t need any more encouragement.  Two minutes later, I felt his whole body tense, and his cock suddenly started to explode with shooting cum across my kitchen.

I gently kissed the back of his neck and listened as his breathing returned to normal.  I grabbed a kitchen towel and handed it to him to wipe his cock off as I cleaned my hand.  He had the biggest smile on his face, and he said, “Thank you, that was amazing."

“No, thank you for all of your help today, and I enjoyed it too.  If you have some spare time tomorrow, you can help me with getting the tree decorations out of the attic, and next weekend, maybe put up the outside lights."

He just smiled as he pulled up his underwear and pants and promised that he would be back tomorrow.

He sure did.  Showed up the next day just as he promised.

He retrieved all of the boxes from the attic, which was no easy task because none of the boxes were labeled.  He never complained about being in the chilly attic.  To show my appreciation, before he left to go back home, I gave him his first blowjob as a thank you.

The following weekend, he put all of the outside lights up.  His thank you was a lesson on eating pussy.  He was so eager and a quick learner.  He was so excited, he experienced a hands-free orgasm.  It was amazing!

The next day, it was outside, anchoring down the very large snowman, a Santa, and penguin inflatables, and hanging up the outside lights.  His thank you was an hour-long blow job which included bringing him to the brink and stopping to delay his ejaculation.  When I finally let him cum, his cock was fully down my throat, and I swallowed the most cum that I had ever swallowed before.

I knew Brayden was enjoying the attention, and I was feeling so alive.

I didn’t have anymore tasks that I needed his help with, but I knew what I needed to do.

I sent him a text, “If you're available, could you come over and give me a hand at noon on Christmas Eve day?” 

I received an immediate text reply, “Absolutely."

Christmas Eve arrived, and right at noon time, he was at my door.

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.  I could clearly see that he was rock hard already.  He started to remove his shirt, but I stopped him.

“No, I want to undress you.”

And undressed him I did, slowly, with gentle kisses everywhere except where he really wanted.  His cock was dripping precum.  The sight was incredible.

I told him to undress me the same way, slow and sensual.  I thought that he would rush, but he surprisingly took his time removing one article at a time.  Fuck, I was dripping juice from my pussy.

I pushed him back on the bed so he was on his back, rock-hard cock sticking straight up towards the ceiling.  I couldn’t delay my desire any longer.  Before he knew what was happening, I was mounting him and felt his wonderful teen cock sliding into my wet pussy.  I started grinding and riding his cock as he placed his hands on my tits and played with my nipples.

His experience with me edging him helped him learn better control, but he only lasted 10 minutes before he tensed up, pushed up as I pushed down, and he exploded deep inside me.

I collapsed on him, both of us out of breath and sweating.  Ten minutes later, he was fucking me doggy style.  He was amazing, and I surely needed the hard fuck.  It had been so long, but the wait was worth it.

As he was leaving, I thanked him again for all of his help and, with a sly smile, asked him, “Would you perhaps be available in January to help me pack and put all of my Christmas away?”

I knew his answer before I even asked.