I confess that when I was 20 I dated a 31 year old woman who lived with her 10 year old son. At the time she was going through a custody battle, so our relationship was kept a secret to avoid any complications. As far as her son knew, we were just friends.
It first started off I would only see her when her son was at his dad's. Then she got comfortable enough to introduce me as a friend. I would spend the night, but as far as her son knew, it was on the couch. Little did he know I was actually in her bedroom, having wild and passionate sex with his mom every night! We would always set an early alarm and spend the remainder of the morning on the couch until her son woke up.
As winter came into full gear, we would spend weeknights on the couch under a fleece blanket, watching TV. Her son was usually on his computer in the adjoining dining area, which was out of sight only by a 90 degree wall. At first we would sneak romantic kisses or an occasional grope. We would both laugh at the thought of being caught and wait for bedtime to take it any further.
We noticed the thrill of almost being caught would really arouse us and made the sex that much more passionate. So as time went on, we would try to get away with more and more under the blanket. It started off with some under the clothes breast fondling. Then it proceeded to mutual masturbation, which was an incident where we were nearly caught, as her son walked over to the living room for a minute to hang out with us. (I should mention that her son and I really hit it off and he considered me his buddy, so he enjoyed when I visited). We couldn't believe we were almost caught, and we stopped for a couple nights.
Our resistance was weak, however, and a few nights later we were back at it. We took things even a step further and she actually sucked me off under the blanket! This was the riskiest of all the situations as it was the hardest one that would need to be explained. She let me cum in her mouth and she swallowed ever last drop! Afterwards, she looked right at me with a smile and said "I finally got to swallow you!". Needless to say, that night we tore each other to pieces and I went to work without much sleep the next day, but with a giant grin on my face.
Another living room encounter, which is definitely one of my favorite, was after she had put her son to bed for the night. She needed to be up early for a meeting, so I couldn't stay. As we were saying goodbye in the living room, I proceeded to put my hand in her dress pants from behind and played around as we made out. She got so wet, as we were only a few feet away from her kid's door. She told me to stick my finger in her ass, and she gave out a gasp and silent moan. She undid her belt, grabbed my hand, and put it down the front of her pants. So there we were in the living room, me with both hands down her pants - one behind her, fingering her asshole and one down her front side fingering her pussy. After a few minutes, she grabbed both my hands out and led me to her bedroom, where we had the wildest sex we ever had. The thing that stuck with us is that we forgot to close the door all the way, so there was a 2-inch gap. We never knew if her son may have watched or not, as we didn't wait a while like we usually do before starting anything sexual, but I know we both got turned on by the possibility of it.
Our age difference eventually caught up to us, so we were together for only a few months. I had some of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life with her though and love reminiscing about those time in the living room and the arousal of almost getting caught.
