Norse God - ('with a younger man' was one of the most requested options)

I stepped into the apartment, feeling a pleasant buzz from the wine I had enjoyed at dinner with my business partners. As I closed the door behind me, I noticed Jeremy sitting in the living room with a few of his friends. They were all in their early 20s, college students just like him. "Hey Mom," Jeremy called out, waving me over. "Come meet my friends." I walked over, my eyes immediately drawn to a striking young man with blond hair and a red beard. Even sitting you could tell that he was incredibly tall and muscular, and that underneath the clothes there was a physique of a Norse god. "Everyone, this is my mom, Anna, but everyone calls her Mrs. G," Jeremy introduced me. "Mom, these are my friends from uni." I smiled and greeted each of them, but my gaze kept returning to the handsome Norseman. When he introduced himself as Erik Haugen, I felt a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with the wine. "It's lovely to meet you all," I said, trying to keep my composure. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to turn in for the night. It's been a long day." I bid them goodnight and retreated to the spare bedroom, closing the door behind me. As I began to get ready for bed, I could hear Jeremy's voice drifting through the thin walls. "My mom's in town for a business meeting," he explained to his friends. "She's staying here instead of a hotel since we have the extra room." As I lay in bed, trying to drift off to sleep, the laughter and chatter from the living room kept drifting through the thin walls. Jeremy and his friends were still going strong, the night seeming to stretch on endlessly for a group of rowdy college kids. I tossed and turned, burying my head under the pillow in an attempt to drown out the noise. Just as I felt myself finally slipping into slumber, a loud burst of raucous laughter jolted me awake again. This went on for what felt like hours, until finally, the noise died down, and I thought I might actually get some rest. But then, the door to the spare bedroom creaked open, and I could hear voices much more clearly from the next room. "Sorry, Mrs. G," a deep voice rumbled with a thick accent, and I immediately recognized it as belonging to Erik, the tall, muscular Norwegian. "Didn't mean to disturb you." "It's alright," I mumbled, still half-asleep. "We, uh, we smoked a little weed ," Erik continued, his voice slightly sheepish. "And sometimes it gives me panic attacks. I just needed to get away from the noise and chaos for a bit, find somewhere quiet to calm down." I sat up in bed, suddenly more awake. "Are you okay?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice. I shifted closer to Erik, my motherly instincts kicking in at the sight of his distress. "Come here, sweetie," I cooed, beckoning him nearer. He obliged, perching on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched over. I reached out and gently ran my fingers through his blond locks in a soothing gesture. It was then that the true enormity of his size struck me - even sitting, he towered over me. His muscular frame dwarfed my own athletic build. As my hand brushed against the nape of his neck, I felt the rippling power contained in those corded muscles. A  fluttering sensation stirred low in my belly. Erik turned his face towards me, those blue eyes locking onto mine with an intense, smoldering gaze. In that heated moment, something shifted between us, an unmistakable spark of attraction crackling in the air. Before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His beard scratched my cheek as our lips met in an exploratory kiss. My mind raced as Erik's lips met mine. What was I doing? This was my son's friend, and I was old enough to be his mother. But as his large, strong hands slid under my nightgown, caressing my thighs, all my doubts melted away. I heard the muffled laughter of Jeremy and his friends in the next room, oblivious to what was happening just a thin wall away. The thrill of possibly being caught only heightened my arousal. I let out a soft moan as Erik's fingers grazed the edge of my panties. My hands moved of their own volition, tugging at the hem of his shirt, revealing the chiseled abs underneath. He broke our kiss just long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside before his mouth claimed mine again, more forceful this time. I ran my hands over the hard planes of his chest, marveling at how someone so young could be so muscular and masculine. His sheer size and strength excited me in a way I hadn't felt in years. Erik's hands slid again under my nightgown, now pushing it up my thighs until he grasped the sides and lifted it over my head. I lay back on the bed, exposed except for my panties. His gaze raked over my body appreciatively. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent tingles down my spine. His head dipped lower, beard scratching my skin as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and over my breasts. My back arched off the bed as his tongue teased my nipple. I tangled my fingers in his golden hair, clutching him against me. The sounds of laughter outside the room faded away, my world narrowing down to just me and this gorgeous young Viking that was now between my thighs. I gasped as Erik's fingers curled under the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, my heart pounding in anticipation. He tugged them off, and now I was lying naked before this muscular Adonis. He rose from the bed and began unbuckling his belt, his gaze still fixed on me. I watched, mesmerized, as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. My eyes widened at the sight of his massive manhood, already hard and ready for me. He was truly built like a Norse god everywhere. Erik returned to the bed, positioning himself above me. His body enveloped mine, all hard muscle and raw masculine power. I shuddered as the tip of his dick brushed against my  soaked pussy. Slowly, teasingly, he began to push inside me. I moaned, gripping his broad shoulders as I stretched to accommodate him. He filled me completely, hitting spots no man had touched. Once fully sheathed, Erik began to move. His thrusts were slow and shallow at first, letting me adjust to his size. But soon he picked up the pace, rocking into me with smooth, powerful strokes. It was clear from his skill and confidence that he knew exactly how to please a woman. His hands roamed my body, caressing and squeezing my curves as he steadily drove me towards release. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Our mouths met again and again in heated, open-mouthed kisses. I was lost in bliss, my world narrowed down to only the feeling of this young stud claiming me so thoroughly. I gasped as Erik suddenly gripped my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. I could feel his hard length pressed against my backside as he positioned himself behind me. Slowly, he slid back inside, even deeper than before in this new angle. I bit my lip to stifle a loud moan,  aware of the muffled voices and laughter coming from the next room. As Erik began thrusting again, long and deep strokes that hit all the right places inside me, I clutched desperately at the sheets beneath me. I turned my face into the pillow, using it to muffle the involuntary cries of pleasure that threatened to escape with each plunge of his massive manhood. I couldn't let Jeremy and his friends hear what was happening in the next room. The possibility of being caught in such a compromising position, coupled with the immense pleasure Erik was giving me, pushed me rapidly toward a powerful climax. My back arched as the orgasm crashed over me. I bit down hard on the sheets, barely managing to stifle my ecstatic scream. Behind me, Erik groaned as he found his own release, his muscular body tensing against mine. As we both came down from our highs, a hush fell over the room. Suddenly I was overcome with embarrassment. I couldn't bring myself to look Erik in the eye after what we had just done. Sensing my discomfort, Erik slowly withdrew and stood up. "I, uh, I think my panic attack is over now," he mumbled awkwardly, pulling his clothes back on. "I should get back out there before they start wondering where I am." I just nodded mutely, keeping the sheet wrapped tightly around myself. Erik slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. Through the walls, I could hear Jeremy's voice. "Hey man, you doing okay now?" "Yeah, I'm good," Erik replied. "Just needed to get away from all the noise for a bit. I was quiet so I didn't wake up your mom." "Oh good, glad you're feeling better." I cringed at Jeremy's casual words, knowing he had no idea what had really happened while Erik was in my room. A swirling storm of guilt, embarrassment and lingering arousal roiled inside me.