cougar

Madeline’s First Encounter

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I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the screen of my phone. The exclusive dating app, “Cougar’s Den,” gleamed back at me, its sleek interface promising adventure and indulgence. At fifty, I, Madeline, had never felt more alive. My brown hair, now streaked with silver, framed my face, and my green eyes sparkled with anticipation. I was a woman who knew what she wanted: younger men, passionate encounters, and no strings attached. The plumber incident had only whetted my appetite, and now I was ready for more.

The app was a playground for cougars like me, and I swiped with purpose, my C-cup breasts rising and falling with each exhale. I paused on a profile that made my heart skip a beat. His name was Gary, a college student with a head full of golden hair and eyes as blue as the summer sky. His bio was shy but eager: “Curious about older women. Looking for someone to show me the ropes.” I smirked, my fingers swiping right without hesitation.

Minutes later, a notification pinged. Gary had matched with me. My pulse quickened as I opened the chat. His first message was simple: “Hi, Madeline. You’re stunning.” I chuckled, typing back, “Why, thank you, Gary. You’re quite the looker yourself.” The conversation flowed easily, his youthful enthusiasm balancing my seasoned confidence. We exchanged a few messages before I suggested meeting in person. “There’s a chic little café downtown,” I wrote. “How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“I’d love to,” he replied almost instantly.

The next day, I dressed to impress. A form-fitting black dress hugged my shapely figure, and a pair of red heels added a touch of boldness. My lips were painted a deep crimson, and a hint of perfume lingered in the air. I arrived at the café early, securing a corner table where I could observe the entrance. My heart raced as I sipped my latte, anticipation building with every passing minute.

Then, he walked in. Gary was even more breathtaking in person. His golden hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and his blue eyes widened as he spotted me. He approached with a nervous smile, his lanky frame exuding youthful charm. “Madeline,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”

“Why, thank you, Gary,” I purred, gesturing to the seat across from me. “Please, sit.”

As we talked, I could feel his gaze drifting to my cleavage, subtly exposed by the neckline of my dress. I leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view, and watched as his cheeks flushed. He was shy, but his desire was palpable. I loved that—the mix of innocence and eagerness.

“So, Gary,” I began, my voice low and sultry. “What is it about older women that intrigues you?”

He hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his napkin. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s just something about the confidence, the experience… it’s intoxicating.”

I smiled, leaning back in my chair. “Experience can be a wonderful teacher, Gary. Are you ready to learn?”

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the café faded away. “Yes,” he whispered.

I paid the bill, standing gracefully. “Shall we?” I extended my hand, and he took it, his fingers trembling slightly. I led him to my car, a sleek black sedan that reflected his awe. As we drove to my penthouse apartment, the tension between us thickened. I could feel his eyes on me, hungry yet respectful.

Once inside, I offered him a drink, but he declined, his nerves getting the better of him. I smiled, stepping closer. “Gary,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “There’s no need to be nervous. I’m here to make you comfortable.”

He nodded, his breath coming quicker. I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt. “Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.

I stepped even closer, my body brushing against his. “Good,” I murmured, reaching up to undo the top button of his shirt. “Because I’m going to show you things you’ve only dreamed of.”

His eyes widened as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth chest. I traced my fingers along his collarbone, down to his pecs, savoring his youthful firmness. He shivered under my touch, his breath hitching as I pressed my body against his. “Madeline,” he groaned, his hands hovering at his sides, unsure where to touch me.

“It’s okay, Gary,” I whispered, guiding his hands to my hips. “Touch me. Feel how much I want you.”

He hesitated for a moment before his hands slid up my dress, his fingers grazing the lace of my thigh-high stockings. I moaned softly, pressing my lips to his neck, my breath hot against his skin. “You’re doing so well,” I murmured, nipping at his earlobe. “Now, take off my dress.”

His fingers trembled as he pulled the fabric down my shoulders, the dress pooling at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but my lingerie—a black lace bra that accentuated my C-cup breasts and matching panties that hugged my curves. His eyes devoured me, his desire undeniable.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts.

“Thank you, Gary,” I said, stepping back slightly to undo his belt. “Now, it’s my turn to explore.”

I pushed his pants down, revealing his boxers, already tented with his arousal. I smirked, kneeling before him to trace my fingers along the outline of his cock. “You’re so hard for me,” I teased, my voice dripping with lust. “Does my older body excite you, Gary?”

“Yes,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “Please, Madeline.”

I hooked my fingers into his boxers and pulled them down, his cock springing free. It was thick and long, pulsing with need. I licked my lips, looking up at him through my lashes. “Such a beautiful cock,” I purred, wrapping my hand around his shaft. “Do you want me to taste it?”

“Yes, please,” he begged, his voice cracking.

I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length. He gasped, his hands gripping my shoulders as I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head. I hummed, the vibrations sending shivers through him. “Fuck, Madeline,” he moaned. “That feels so good.”

I smiled around his cock, pulling back to tease the tip with my tongue. “Do you like that, Gary?” I asked, my voice husky. “Do you like my mouth on your cock?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he panted, his hips bucking slightly.

I chuckled, taking him back into my mouth, my hand stroking the base in rhythm. I sucked him hard, my cheeks hollowing as I swallowed him down. He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Madeline, I’m close,” he warned.

“Cum for me, Gary,” I urged, quickening my pace. “Fill my mouth with your hot cum.”

He cried out, his body tensing as he erupted, his cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed greedily, milking him until he was spent. When I finally pulled back, he was trembling, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

I stood, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “That was just the beginning, Gary,” I whispered, leading him to the bedroom. “Now, it’s my turn.”

The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. I pushed him gently onto the bed, his eyes wide as I climbed on top of him. “Madeline,” he breathed, his hands roaming over my body.

“Shh,” I soothed, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. I ground my hips against his, my pussy aching for him. “I want you inside me, Gary. Now.”

He nodded, his hands guiding me as I positioned myself over his cock. I lowered myself slowly, his thickness stretching me deliciously. “Fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back as I took him all the way in. “You feel so good.”

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I began to ride him, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Madeline, you’re incredible,” he panted, his eyes dark with desire.

I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his cock as pleasure built within me. “Gary,” I gasped. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me, Madeline,” he urged, his hands squeezing my ass. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

His words sent me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as I came, my pussy flooding around him. He thrust up into me, his own release following moments later, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

We lay tangled together, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I pressed a kiss to his chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. *”That was…” he began, his voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, smiling. “You were incredible, Gary.”

He blushed, pulling me closer. “Thank you for showing me… everything.”

I chuckled, running my fingers through his golden hair. “Anytime, Gary. Anytime.”

As we lay there, the city lights twinkling outside the window, I felt a deep satisfaction. Gary had been the perfect cub—eager, passionate, and utterly enchanting. But as much as I enjoyed our encounter, I knew this was just the beginning. The world of younger men was vast, and I was ready to explore every inch of it.

For now, though, I was content to savor the moment, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of our passion. Gary’s hand rested on my hip, his touch gentle and reverent. I smiled, closing my eyes, knowing that this was exactly where I was meant to be.

The night deepened, and as sleep began to pull me under, I whispered, “Goodnight, Gary.”

“Goodnight, Madeline,” he replied, his voice soft and full of wonder.

And in that moment, I knew that this was just the first chapter of many steamy adventures to come.

The Neighbor’s Son

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I stood in my dimly lit living room, the curtains drawn to keep prying eyes at bay. The unmarked box sat on the coffee table, its contents now scattered across the plush carpet. Vibrators of various shapes and sizes lay beside dildos, their smooth surfaces glinting under the soft glow of the lamp. My heart raced as I picked up a sleek, silver bullet vibrator, its hum buzzing softly in my hand. I couldn’t shake the image of Shane, my neighbor’s son, from my mind. His rebellious smirk, his lean, muscular frame—he was the last person I expected to catch me in such a compromising position.

I had been so absorbed in my own pleasure, lost in the throes of orgasm, that I hadn’t heard the creak of the back door or the soft footsteps approaching. But there he was, standing in the doorway, his dark eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air crackled with tension as I stood there, half-naked, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.

“Miss Meredith,” Shane finally said, his voice low and husky. “I, uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Shane, I—”

“It’s okay,” he cut in, stepping closer. “I won’t tell anyone.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. I felt a flush creep down my chest, settling between my thighs. Shane’s gaze lingered on the toys scattered around me, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t just a rebellious teenager; he was a man now, and he wanted me.

“You like these, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Shane’s presence was intoxicating, his youthful energy filling the room. He knelt in front of me, his hands brushing against my thighs as he picked up a vibrator. “Mind if I watch?”

My breath hitched. “Shane, you shouldn’t—”

“I want to,” he insisted, his eyes locking onto mine. “Please.”

The word was a plea, a command, and a promise all at once. My resistance crumbled. I sank back onto the couch, my legs parting slightly as I gave him silent permission. Shane’s gaze devoured me, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his attention fixed on my body as I reached for the bullet vibrator again.

I pressed it against my clit, the vibrations sending shivers through me. Shane’s eyes darkened, his breath quickening as he watched me. I moaned softly, my fingers tracing patterns on my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties. “Do you like that?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. “Oh, yes.”

He leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush against my thigh. “Let me help.”

Before I could protest, Shane’s fingers were sliding beneath the waistband of my panties, his touch electric against my sensitive skin. I gasped, my body arching toward him as he traced the curve of my hip. “Shane, what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” he replied, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m making you feel good.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through me. I was a woman in her fifties, and here was this young man, barely out of his teens, touching me with a confidence that belied his age. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his fingers sliding between my folds, his touch firm yet gentle.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my head falling back against the couch. “Oh, Shane, yes.”

He grinned, his fingers delving deeper, his thumb pressing against my clit. The vibrator buzzed against my skin, the combination of his touch and the toy’s vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. I was drowning in pleasure, my body on fire as Shane explored me with a hunger that matched my own.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “Tell me, Mrs. Meredith.”

“I want you,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. “I want you to touch me, to make me feel good.”

Shane’s eyes flashed with triumph. He leaned forward, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the embrace.

He pulled back, his breath ragged as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my breast. “So fucking beautiful.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me. I was no longer just Meredith, the mature woman next door. I was his desire, his fantasy, and he was mine. Shane’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch. I arched into him, my moans filling the room as he lavished attention on my body.

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I whispered, my body trembling with anticipation. “Oh, yes.”

Shane reached for one of the dildos, a sleek, black one that seemed to pulse with promise. He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he guided the tip to my entrance. “Ready?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. Shane pushed the dildo inside me, slow and steady, his fingers curling around the base as he watched my reaction. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of the toy stretching me in ways the vibrator couldn’t.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with awe. “You’re so tight.”

I moaned, my hips rising to meet his movements as he began to thrust the dildo in and out of me. The rhythm was hypnotic, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. Shane leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered filthy words, his hands roaming over my skin.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled. “You like being filled up by this big cock.”

“Yes,” I panted, my body on the brink of orgasm. “Oh, Shane, yes.”

He quickened his pace, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me with the dildo. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—my moans, his grunts, the slick wetness of my body responding to his touch. I was teetering on the edge, my orgasm building with each thrust.

“Come for me,” Shane commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. “Let me see you come.”

His words were the final push I needed. My body convulsed, my cries echoing through the room as I surrendered to the most intense orgasm of my life. Shane watched, his eyes dark with desire, as my body shook with pleasure. When the last shudders subsided, he leaned forward, his lips pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

I smiled, my heart still racing as I pulled him into a hug. “It was,” I agreed, my voice soft. “But Shane, we can’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his fingers brushing against my lips. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”

And so I did. I let go of my inhibitions, my worries, and my age. In that moment, I was just a woman, lost in the arms of a man who desired me, who made me feel alive. Shane’s lips found mine again, his kiss hungry and demanding. I responded with equal fervor, my hands roaming over his body as I explored him with the same passion he had shown me.

He stood, pulling me to my feet, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, my body still buzzing with pleasure as I followed him down the hall. The bedroom was a blur of soft light and tangled sheets, the air thick with anticipation. Shane pushed me gently onto the bed, his eyes raking over my body with unbridled desire.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his hands tracing the curves of my body. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me. I reached for him, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest as I pulled him closer. Shane’s lips crashed against mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. He moved with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that left me breathless.

He pushed my legs apart, his fingers sliding between my thighs as he teased my already sensitive flesh. “You’re still wet,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Still ready for me.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my body arching toward him. “Oh, yes.”

Shane reached for another toy, a strap-on this time, the dildo thick and veined. My eyes widened as he fastened the straps around his waist, the sight of him wearing it sending a jolt of desire through me. “You like this?” he asked, his voice a challenge.

“Yes,” I breathed, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Oh, Shane, yes.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he guided the tip of the dildo to my entrance. “Ready for me?”

I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. Shane thrust into me, slow and steady, the dildo filling me in a way that left me gasping for breath. He moved with a rhythm that was both tender and fierce, his hips snapping forward as he fucked me with a passion that matched my own.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

“Shane,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I met his thrusts. “Oh, Shane, don’t stop.”

He quickened his pace, his body moving with a primal urgency as he drove the dildo deep inside me. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—the slick wetness of our bodies, the creak of the bed, our moans and cries echoing through the space.

“Come for me,” Shane commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

His words were my undoing. My body convulsed, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave as I cried out his name. Shane followed, his body stiffening as he thrust one final time, his release echoing mine.

We lay tangled in the sheets, our breaths ragged as we came down from the high. Shane’s fingers traced patterns on my skin, his touch tender and reverent. “That was…” he began, his voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished, my smile soft. “But Shane, we can’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”

And so I did. I let go of my worries, my inhibitions, and my age. In that moment, I was just a woman, lost in the arms of a man who desired me, who made me feel alive. Shane’s lips found mine again, his kiss tender and sweet.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft. “For letting me be a part of this.”

I smiled, my heart full as I pulled him closer. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice just as soft. “For making me feel desired.”

We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. The toys were still scattered around us, evidence of our passion, but in that moment, they were just props. What mattered was the connection between us, the forbidden desire that had brought us together.

As the night deepened, Shane’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing against mine. I stroked his hair, my heart full as I watched him sleep. What we had done was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our secret encounters would continue, each one pushing the boundaries of our desire, each one reminding me that age was just a number, and passion knew no bounds.

Unexpected Caller

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I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The cursor blinked mockingly, waiting for me to input the payment details. My fingers hovered over the keypad, trembling slightly. It couldn’t be. But the address was right there, staring back at me in black and white. 123 Elm Street. Tommy’s place. My nineteen-year-old neighbor with the lazy grin and jeans that hugged his ass like a second skin. What the hell was he doing calling my phone sex line?

I’d started this whole thing as a last resort. Desperation had driven me to it. The bills were piling up, and my job at the bookstore wasn’t cutting it. I’d seen an ad online, promising easy money for women with “a voice that could seduce.” I’d laughed at first, but then I’d thought about it. I’d always been told I had a husky voice, a voice that could make men melt. Why not use it?

The training had been surprisingly thorough. They’d taught me how to modulate my tone, how to whisper fantasies into the void, how to make strangers on the other end of the line believe I was everything they’d ever wanted. I’d been good at it, too. Maybe too good.

But this… this was different. This was Tommy. The boy who mowed my lawn sometimes, the one who always flirted shamelessly, his eyes lingering on my cleavage a little too long. The one who made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years.

My finger twitched towards the “end call” button. I should hang up. Pretend this never happened. But curiosity, that damnable, insatiable curiosity, held me back. What did he want? What kind of fantasies did a boy like Tommy have?

Taking a deep breath, I steadied my voice. “Hello, darling,” I purred, my usual professional tone slipping into something more personal, more dangerous. “Tell me, what brings you to my line tonight?”

There was a pause, then a nervous chuckle. “Uh, hey. I didn’t think it’d actually be… someone like you.”

Someone like me? What did that mean? I bit my lip, a thrill coursing through me. “Someone like me? And what kind of someone is that, sweetheart?”

“Someone… experienced,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Someone who knows what she’s doing.”

Experienced. The word hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs. My silk robe fell open slightly, revealing a hint of lace. I wasn’t on camera, but the act of seduction was as much for me as it was for him.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I murmured, letting my voice drop to a sultry growl. “Now, tell me, what are you looking for tonight? What do you need from me?”

Another pause, longer this time. I could almost hear him squirming on the other end. “I… I want to be dominated,” he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. “I want you to tell me what to do.”

Dominated. Interesting. I’d played the role of the dominatrix before, but never with someone I knew. Never with someone so young, so close to home. The taboo of it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Is that so?” I drawled, letting a hint of amusement creep into my voice. “And what makes you think you can handle me, sweetheart? I’m not just any woman, you know.”

“I… I know,” he stammered. “That’s why I called. I’ve seen you, around the building. You’re… you’re beautiful. And I know you’re older, but that just makes it hotter. You’re so confident, so in control.”

Older. The word stung, but only for a moment. He was right, of course. I was older. But I was also experienced, and right now, that was a weapon I could wield with deadly precision.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, darling,” I purred, leaning forward, my breasts straining against the silk. “But talk is cheap. Are you ready to put your money where your mouth is?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Anything. Just tell me what to do.”

I smiled, a slow, predatory smile. This was going to be fun.

“Alright, Tommy,” I said, letting his name roll off my tongue like a promise. “First things first. I want you to stand up. Slowly. And tell me what you’re wearing.”

There was a rustling sound, then the creak of a chair. “I’m… I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt,” he said, his voice shaking slightly.

“Jeans, hmm?” I murmured, picturing him in my mind’s eye. “Tight ones, I hope. I like a man who takes care of his body.”

“They’re… they’re pretty tight,” he admitted, a hint of pride creeping into his voice.

“Good boy,” I cooed. “Now, I want you to unbutton your jeans. Slowly. And tell me how it feels.”

There was a long pause, then the sound of fabric sliding against skin. “It’s… it’s hot,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I can feel the air on my skin.”

“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice low and hypnotic. “Let the air caress you. Imagine it’s my breath, teasing you, tantalizing you.”

“Oh God,” he moaned, his voice cracking. “That’s… that’s so hot.”

I smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye. This was too easy. Too delicious. “Now, Tommy, I want you to slide your hand inside your jeans. Slowly. And tell me what you feel.”

Another pause, then a sharp intake of breath. “I… I can feel myself,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s hard.”

“Hard for me, darling?” I purred, leaning back in my chair, my robe falling open further, revealing the swell of my breasts. “Tell me, how hard are you?”

“So hard,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I’ve never been this hard before.”

“Good boy,” I repeated, my voice dripping with approval. “Now, I want you to stroke yourself. Slowly. And tell me how it feels.”

The line went silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing. Then, “It’s… it’s amazing. I can feel my cock throbbing in my hand. It’s so big, so hard.”

“Big, hmm?” I murmured, a smile playing on my lips. “I like a man with a big cock. Makes me wonder what else you’ve got going for you.”

“I… I don’t know,” he panted, his voice desperate. “Just tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.”

Anything. The word hung in the air, heavy with possibility. I leaned forward, my breasts spilling out of my robe, my nipples tight with arousal. “Anything, hmm? Even if it’s a little… taboo?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Anything.”

I smiled, a slow, dangerous smile. “Alright, Tommy. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go to your window. The one that faces my apartment. And I want you to stroke yourself while you watch me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, then a frantic, “You can see me?”

“Oh, I can see you,” I purred, standing up, my robe falling to the floor. I was naked now, my body on full display. “And I want you to watch me, too. Watch me touch myself while you touch yourself. Let’s see who can make the other one cum first.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “I’m already so close.”

“Not yet, darling,” I teased, walking towards my own window, the sheer curtains billowing slightly in the breeze. “We’re just getting started.”

I could see his silhouette now, a dark shape against the glass. He was stroking himself furiously, his movements desperate, needy. I smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye, and began to touch myself, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles around my clit.

My Boyfriend’s Son

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I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Rick, Arthur’s son, had been on my mind ever since that first dinner we all shared. I had started seeing Arthur, an older gentleman who swept me off my feet with his charm. But it was his son, a young, vibrant man, who ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.

Arthur and I had been dating for a few months, and I had met Rick on several occasions. He was nineteen, a handsome youth with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous smile. His youthful energy and playful demeanor stood in stark contrast to his father’s more refined and mature presence. I found myself drawn to Rick’s innocence and the raw, untamed desire that seemed to radiate from him.

As time passed, my thoughts of Rick became more frequent and intense. I would catch myself daydreaming about him during work, imagining his strong, young body and the feel of his soft lips on mine. I knew my feelings were inappropriate, but I couldn’t deny the lust that burned inside me. I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was determined to have it.

One day, Arthur informed me that he had to leave town for a business trip, and he would be taking Rick with him. My heart sank at the thought of them being away, but an idea began to form in my mind—a naughty, tantalizing idea that made my pulse quicken. I decided that while they were gone, I would pay Rick a little visit.

I waited until the day of their departure, my heart racing with anticipation. As I watched their car disappear down the street, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I knew what I was about to do was bold, but I was ready to take control and satisfy my desires.

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my body, imagining it was Rick’s hands caressing my skin. I washed my long, dark blonde hair, letting the suds run down my breasts and between my legs. I took my time, teasing myself, thinking of how I would tease Rick later.

After drying off, I stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring my body. At 42, I still had a great figure, with firm breasts and a round, shapely ass. My skin was smooth and tanned, and my brown eyes sparkled with mischief. I knew Rick would find me irresistible.

I chose my lingerie carefully, wanting to make a lasting impression. I slipped into a sheer black bra that barely contained my full breasts, the nipples already hard in anticipation. The matching panties hugged my curves, leaving little to the imagination. I added a garter belt and stockings, the lace brushing against my sensitive skin, making me shiver with pleasure.

The final touch was a long, sleek trench coat, buttoned up to hide my barely-there outfit. I checked my reflection one last time, pleased with the image of a confident, sensual woman staring back at me. Then, with a deep breath, I headed out to Rick’s place.

The walk to his apartment was exhilarating, my heart pounding with every step. I felt like a woman on a mission, ready to seduce and take what I desired. As I climbed the stairs to his floor, my nerves threatened to get the better of me, but I pushed them aside. I was Renata, a woman who got what she wanted, and tonight, I wanted Rick.

I knocked on the door, my heart in my throat. The door swung open, and there he was, Rick, looking even more gorgeous than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling up and down my body, lingering on the hint of lace visible beneath my coat.

“Hi, Rick,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“N-no, not at all,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I was just, um, studying. Come in.”

I stepped into the apartment, letting the coat fall open slightly, giving him a glimpse of my lingerie-clad body. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way he tried to hide it, but failed miserably. I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Your dad mentioned you’d be home alone, and I couldn’t resist the chance to spend some time with you.”

Rick’s eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape, but I knew he didn’t want to run. I could see the conflict in his young mind, the battle between his innocence and the raw lust I was stirring within him.

“You look… amazing,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse. “I mean, wow.”

I smiled, taking a step closer to him. “Why thank you, Rick. I dressed up just for you.”

I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

“You know, Rick,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have you all to myself.”

He shivered at my words, his breath coming in short gasps. “I-I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my fingers trailing down his neck, across his chest, and finally resting on the belt of his jeans. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the desire that was building within him.

“Show me how much you’ve thought of me,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

Rick’s hands trembled as he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as he pushed them down, revealing his boxer briefs, already tented with his growing erection.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my voice like silk. “Let me see what I’ve been dreaming about.”

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing his thick, hard cock. It sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Oh, Rick,” I breathed, my eyes fixed on his impressive length. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

He stood there, naked and exposed, his cock twitching with every heartbeat. I stepped closer, running my fingers along his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “I want you, Renata.”

I smiled, my fingers tightening around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh, you’ll have me, baby. But first, I want to taste you.”

I sank to my knees, the hardwood floor cool against my skin, and took his cock in my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and slowly licked the tip, savoring the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

Rick let out a soft groan, his hands coming to rest on my head, tangling in my hair. I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around his length, reveling in the feel of his cock against my lips and tongue.

“Fuck, Renata,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the base, my nose pressing into his pubic hair. I held him there, my throat muscles contracting, and looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Rick’s hands tightened in my hair, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “I’m gonna cum, Renata,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled back, his cock glistening with my saliva, and looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust. “Not yet, baby,” I said, my voice husky. “I want to feel you inside me first.”

I stood, my hands reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rick’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare breasts, the nipples hard and begging for attention.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body.

I smiled, stepping closer to him, and took his hands, placing them on my breasts. “Touch me, Rick,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you.”

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, my head falling back, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Your body is incredible,” he murmured, his lips finding my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.

I moaned, my hands moving to the button of my coat, undoing it slowly, revealing more of my lingerie-clad body. I let the coat slide off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing before him in just my bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his hands roaming over my body, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties.

I bit my lip, my body trembling with anticipation. “Take me, Rick,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel your young cock inside me.”

He spun me around, his hands on my hips, and bent me over the nearby couch, my ass presented to him, my wetness glistening on the lace of my panties. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my panties aside, exposing my swollen, needy pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I moaned, my hands gripping the cushions, my body trembling with anticipation. “Please, Rick,” I begged, my voice thick with desire. “Fuck me now.”

He positioned himself behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance, teasing me with its thickness. I pushed back against him, eager to take him inside. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, his length stretching me, igniting a fire within my core.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure. “Your cock feels so good, baby.”

Rick began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep within me. I moaned with each thrust, my body welcoming his invasion, my wetness coating his shaft with every stroke.

“You like my young cock, don’t you?” he panted, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me.

“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried out, my head thrown back, my breasts swaying with each thrust. “Fuck me harder, Rick. Make me cum on your cock.”

He obliged, his pace increasing, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening around his cock, ready to explode.

“I’m gonna cum, Rick!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

My body shook as waves of pleasure washed over me, my pussy clenching and milking his cock. Rick grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his own release building.

“Cum for me, baby,” I urged, my voice raspy. “Fill me with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Rick buried himself deep within me, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load, filling me with his hot, young seed.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies still entwined, our hearts racing. I turned to face him, my hand caressing his cheek, our breath mingling.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I smiled, my fingers tracing his lips. “You were amazing, Rick. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He blushed, a shy smile spreading across his face. “I’m glad I could make you happy, Renata. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, then with growing passion. “This is just the beginning, my sweet boy,” I whispered against his lips. “There’s so much more pleasure we can explore together.”

As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was just the start of something extraordinary. Rick and I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. I was ready to show him just how much pleasure a woman like me could bring, and I couldn’t wait to see where this forbidden journey would take us.

The Voyeur’s Secret

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I had always found my neighbor, Ben, incredibly attractive. It’s not every day you get to see a handsome young man like him living right next door. I first laid eyes on him when he was just a boy, and over the years, I watched him grow into a man, my interest in him growing alongside his physical transformation. It was hard not to notice the way his body had filled out, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to the skinny kid he once was. And now, at 18, he was a sight to behold.

That particular night, as I was getting ready for bed, something compelled me to glance out of my bedroom window. The moonlight illuminated Ben’s room, his curtains left open, providing me with a clear view of his private sanctuary. There he was, sitting at his desk, his attention seemingly fixed on something on his computer screen. I felt a tingle of excitement as I realized I had the perfect opportunity to indulge in my secret pleasure—watching him.

As I peered through the window, my breath caught in my throat when I noticed his hand moving slowly down towards his crotch. My eyes widened with anticipation as he began to rub himself through his pants, his face contorted in concentration. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my heart racing with the thrill of witnessing such an intimate act.

Then, in a bold move, Ben stood up and unzipped his pants. My mouth went dry as I saw him reach inside and pull out his cock. It was a beautiful sight—long, thick, and already semi-erect. I bit my lip, suppressing a gasp, as I realized this was the first time I had ever seen him like this. His youthful body, combined with that impressive manhood, was a heady combination.

With slow, deliberate movements, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing his naked form. My eyes feasted on the sight of his firm, round ass as he turned and lay down on his bed, his cock standing proudly erect between his thighs. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as I watched him settle into a comfortable position, one hand resting on his stomach, the other beginning to stroke his length.

I couldn’t help but mimic his actions, my own hands moving to my breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I imagined it was Ben’s strong hands on my body, his fingers teasing
my sensitive peaks. My other hand drifted down, sliding beneath the gown, finding the dampness that had already begun to pool between my thighs.

As I touched myself, my eyes remained fixed on Ben. He seemed lost in his own world, his hand moving in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, and a soft groan escaped his lips. I imagined the feel of his smooth skin under my fingers, the weight of his balls in my palm, and the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.

I matched my pace to his, stroking my clit in time with his strokes. I could feel my orgasm building, my breath coming in short gasps as I pictured him thrusting into me, filling me with his youthful vigor. My mind was a blur of erotic thoughts as I watched his hand move faster, his body tensing with the effort. Suddenly, he arched his back, his hips lifting off the bed, and I knew he was close. I held my breath, my fingers working furiously, as I witnessed the first spurt of his release. His cum shot high into the air, a thick white stream that landed on his chest and stomach, painting his skin with its sticky warmth, followed by several more spurts.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. As I watched him climax, my own orgasm washed over me in powerful waves. My fingers worked my clit frantically as I came, my body trembling with the force of my release. I bit down on
my lip to muffle my cries, not wanting to disturb the peaceful night. After a few moments, I opened my eyes to see Ben still lying on his bed, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He reached for some tissues and began to clean himself, his movements slow and satisfied. Then, as if sensing my presence, he turned his head towards my window, his gaze locking with mine.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, we were frozen in time. I saw a mixture of emotions flash across his face—shock, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. I knew he had caught me watching him, and I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks. Quickly, I mouthed the words, “Thank you,” my heart pounding in my chest.

Ben’s mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he simply nodded, a small, bashful smile playing on his lips. I returned the smile, my heart racing, and then, with a final lingering look, I closed my curtains, bringing an end to our silent, yet intensely intimate, encounter.

I lay in bed that night, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm. I couldn’t believe what had just transpired between us. It was as if a silent understanding had passed between us in that brief moment of eye contact. I knew I had crossed a line, but the thrill of being caught only added to the excitement. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with images of Ben’s naked body, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. Would he confront me about what he’d seen? Or would he, too, keep this secret, a shared moment of voyeuristic pleasure that would forever bind us together? I smiled to myself, my fingers lingering between my legs, as I imagined the possibilities that lay ahead.