Led by the hand and her own anxious heart, Freya found herself sitting beside the young merchant boy. Like a flustered teen being alone with her crush, she glanced at him sideways at first and kept looking away as if being caught staring would spell the end for her. A strange tension had already built between the two, from a hug that lasted half an hour to the feeling of comfort felt in each other's arms.

She knew this was wrong–a woman of her age leading on the young man by not pushing back on his advances even once. And what had started as a way to comfort him as the other women were allegedly taking advantage of him, was spiraling into something more–something much-much more.

Feeling his hand creeping closer to her side, she finally turned with the words to push him away. But before a single syllable glided down her tongue, she felt his lips pressing against hers. Her fingers pushed him in retort, and yet the moment he was getting too far away, she dug her nails into his chest and desperately pulled him.

Batting her eyes in utter shock, she looked at his boyish face–no different than her own son's. Despite that, the image she had of him compared to her mistake couldn't have been further apart. Thus, closing her eyes, she let the moment guide her. And guide it did, as his tongue slipped through her lips and mingled with hers.

For more than a decade, she'd been bereft of a man's touch. But now that she could feel it under her fingers and inside of her, her body desired it, and it craved it like a drug. Leaning towards him, Freya lugged all her weight into Custer's arms. Her breasts, her shoulders, and even her thoughts were lifted by the young man in more ways than one.

"You're so…" Pulling away for a moment, Zephyr pressed his hand against her cheek. "You're so–so pretty, it almost makes me jealous of the man who held you in your arms first."

"Uhm…" Shying away from his compliment, she lowered her gaze to his chest. Her nails had dug too deep and cut him in parts, but that's not what concerned her–instead, it was his cock, which was already hard and pressed between her tits and Custer's own chest. "Ahmm, maybe we should–ahaha~..."

Trying to pull herself away, she struggled as her own body had betrayed her. The warmth of a young man's dick, one so imposing that even her massive breasts couldn't envelope them whole, she'd thought such a thing even existed, but to feel it burning and pulsing against her breasts was a testament of just how real it was.

"Haa~." Gasping out loud as she accepted the feeling, Freya looked in Custer's eyes and held his gaze for a while. And then she asked. "Keep this a secret from my son, okay?"

Nodding his head, Custer made the moment a bit lighter by leaning back and making his cock pulse twice as if it was nodding in agreement. Chuckling, the young man adored the older woman with an enamoured stare.

Awkwardly laughing alongside him, Freya reached for Custer's cock and hesitantly gripped it between her trembling fingers. But once it was in her hand, her touch grew more confident.

"Is it usually this big?" She asked.

"It can get bigger, but most girls can't handle it as it is." Custer's answer left Freya flustered for a moment.

And yet the second she snapped out of it, her fingers began to roam his shaft and trace the veins. Getting more and more comfortable by the moment, she touched the tip with her pointer finger and spread around the drop of precum formed on it.

"You said girls," looking up at Custer again, Freya took a deep breath. "How many girls have you been with?"

Considering the question for a moment as Freya's hand began to stroke his dick, the young merchant smiled.

"None were as gorgeous as you if that's what you wanna confirm," panting a little to show off just how good he felt to be held in her palm, Custer began leaking precum all over Freya's hand. "Haa…S-see? I can barely hold back with you. When with the others, I can go for hours."

Overwhelmed by the precum that now coated the bedsheets, Freya stared, stunned at the now-lubed dick, and thought to herself.

'T-that's just his precum? I've never seen those two cum more than a handful of drops.' Drawing her hand to her chest, she looked in Custer's eyes and held his gaze with an anxious heart.

"Thanks, I…I guess?" Awkwardly laughing, she grabbed his dick again. "It kinda feels weird to know that I'm still attractive to someone young like you."

Smiling without realizing it, Freya's strokes grew faster and more heartfelt. There was more love in her handjob to Zephyr than there was ever in sex with her late husbands. And why was that? Because she felt loved without being asked to offer her body. Now, to offer it herself was currently her own decision.

Leaning back on the bed, Custer left himself in Freya's hand. Spreading his arms in the bed, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the softness of a milf's fingers stroking the pulsing girth of his shaft. Adding her other hand to the mix, Freya began wringing the shaft with both hands turning in different directions. Adding the up and down stroke, she tried to cover the entire thing with one swift stroke.

"I'm just doing this to comfort you," looking at the relaxed expression on Custer, she told herself a lie. "Because of what happened to you, maybe this would help since you want it to happen this time."

Turning gaze back to his cock, Freya's parted lips were almost itching for a taste. She'd already tasted it in her dream, and to think that skill might activate if she tried made her think once again.

'How is his thing so big? Can it survive that skill?' With hopes that it would, she focused on the skill and moved her lips closer to the young man's tip. Her lips curled on their own and pressed against the soft skin–and that's when she felt it, her hunger for cock and the great sucking that her mouth could produce. 'W-what's happening to me?'

Before she knew, her lips accepted Custer inside her mouth. Her cheeks contracted to tense around his dick, and her tongue and throat began sucking on it as if she'd been a master of giving blowjobs for years.

"Mhnmm~!" Without even struggling, she could feel Custer's dick gliding down her throat before slowly tensing up around it. Holding it half in her throat and the rest in her mouth and hands, she savoured the taste before looking into the merchant's eyes while her lips were slightly stretched like a duck's.

Holding her head, Zephyr fueled her with a compliment. "Ahh, fuck–fuck me, your throat feels perfect! It's gonna make me cum so quick! Ahhh!" Fueled by his desperation to cum, Freya wanted to make him cum in her mouth–if for nothing else, then to return the favor of making her once again feel like a young woman.

"Oughh~" Moving her head up and down the young man's shaft, she swallowed his precum and made lewd, cock-sucking sounds. "OughH~ Aughh! Gugh~Guhh~!"

And as the act would continue, things were bound to progress further–but with the promise made to keep things a secret, Freya wasn't worried. However, the audience that shouldn't have seen what was happening was already there without her realizing it.

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