Diana's Tales - Student Aid Pt. 01

He was so excited Monday morning when he left for his first classes that he came home and pored over all his new books, already trying to work ahead.

I admit it was nice having someone else in the house. With my husband away so much, a woman can get lonely. Just having someone to talk to was a pleasant change. At first, Dion kind of hid away in the basement, but, by mid-week, he became more comfortable spending time in the rest of the house. You might think that our 35-year age difference left us with little in common, but the community college gave us a shared topic, and we seemed to find a lot of other mutual interests.

He spent a lot of time in the basement shirtless, and seeing his young, strong body like that, I have to admit, he looked physically tempting. The original trepidation I felt to invite him into my home proved prophetic.

On Thursday that first week, I caught him swiping through tinder profiles on his phone.

"You cut back on work hours, and now you've got all kinds of time to go chasing girls," I teased him.

Dion just smiled sheepishly, knowing he'd been called out.

"Look, I know a man has needs, but you're only in your first week of school," I warned him. "I've seen this story before. A boy gets hung up on some sweet thing, and next thing he knows, he spends all his time chasing after her, and then school gets left behind. Now you're in college, and you're supposed to be thinking with your brain and not with that," I said as I wagged a finger at his crotch. I could swear I saw the bulge in his pants pop out in response.

"I'm sorry. I just -- I guess - before I didn't have time for a girlfriend," Dion stammered. "I didn't have time to think. I just worked and slept and worked and slept. And now I don't know. I'm sorry. You're right. I don't want to mess this up. I'm really thankful for everything you're doing for me."

"It's alright. I know it's hard," I reassured him. "I get it. I was once young, too. But I pulled a lot of strings and had to really sweet talk my husband into letting you move in. I bet on you, so please don't fail me."

We laughed about it and then sat down for dinner. Dion was starting to become more comfortable, like he was starting to feel at home, and I was happy to see that everything was working out so well.

*****

I got a call from my husband that weekend. There was trouble at another drilling site, and he had to go there to fix it, so he needed to stay another week to see them through. I was used to it by now, but it helped having Dion around, at least. We lived in a safe neighborhood, and I certainly never considered myself a helpless damsel, but the house feels big sometimes, and the emptiness and stillness at nights can fill you with fright and loneliness. Just having someone else there to bring comfort against the things that go bump in the night can make a huge difference.

I had caught Dion on Tinder, but he wasn't the only one who had desires. It was never good when my husband was out of the house for long periods. I have way too high a sex drive to be left alone for long periods of time, let alone with a virile young man in the house. Dion was constantly shirtless in the house, though I would swear he was just raised that way, and that it was a sign he felt at home. Nevertheless, I found myself staring at his physique several times, and I'd almost swear he caught me admiring him a few times. After a while, I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't just an accident that he was always shirtless in the house, and that maybe he was even showing off to me.

During his second week, I went downstairs to call him up for dinner, and I clearly caught him unaware. I guess I should have called down or announced my presence in some way, but the tv show masked the sound of my foot steps as I descended the stairs and leaned over the railing to the sight of Dion laid out on his bed with his pants pulled down and his cock in his hands. I stopped in my tracks, transfixed by the sight of him jerking off. His cock was dark black, even darker than the rest of him, and it somehow looked dangerous in his hands, almost like a weapon. Then he caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye, and, clearly embarrassed, he panicked and pulled his pants up.

"Dinner's ready when you are," I calmly said before I turned around and headed back up the stairs. Maybe I should've been embarrassed to be silently watching him in a private moment like that, but all I could think about was the image of his cock as he jerked off.

We shared a quiet meal that night. Dion was clearly embarrassed, so he acted withdrawn, and we endured a painful awkwardness through the main course. As a guidance counselor, I was used to broaching uncomfortable subjects with people, so I sought to clear the air.

"Dion, we need to talk about what happened earlier when I walked in the basement," I started off.

His face went pale, as if he wished his body could melt and ooze back down into the basement to escape this conversation.

"I'm sorry you - " His voice trailed off, the words failing him. Having come from a broken home, it's not surprising he was so defensive and scared.

"It's alright. I'm not here to lecture you," I tried to reassure him. Dion sat dumbfounded and unmoving. "Look, I get it. We all have needs." His eyes grew as big as saucers. "It's ok. It's natural. We don't talk about it a lot, so that makes it seem weird, but it shouldn't be, right? Anyway, I already dissuaded you from having a girlfriend, so what did I expect? Everyone needs an outlet, right?"

"I don't know what to say," Dion said, his face a look of confusion.

"You don't have to say anything. You don't have to apologize. Actually, I should apologize. I didn't knock before I came down."

"You weren't offended or anything by what you saw?" he asked in disbelief.

I laughed. "You know, I've got some girlfriends that pay decent money to go to a club downtown about once a month to get a peek at what I saw a little bit ago."

Dion smiled sheepishly, and I was satisfied I had sufficiently set him at ease.

"Now how about some dessert?" I offered as I reached for the apple pie.

*****

The next day Dion and I were watching tv, and we got to talking.

I saw him wag his tongue at some young blonde thing on one of those competition reality tv shows. She was obviously cast to be eye candy.

"Is that the kind of woman you're into?" I openly asked him.

"Oh, I don't know. She's alright," he answered, probably too shy to talk over those kinds of details.

"I see what you like. Young and skinny. Can't say I blame you. She's a beauty," I agreed.

"She's pretty. I mean, you ain't so bad. For an old woman and all."

"Ouch," I winced, feigning hurt.

"I didn't mean it like that. I mean, your husband's a lucky man."

"You want to tell him that. He's been away for almost 4 weeks," I reminded him.

An obvious sexual tension hung in the air between us. Dion had an awkward shyness about him, and I found it innocently endearing.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Of course, I have," he answered defensively, a little too quickly.

"How long ago?"

"Well, it wasn't anything serious. I mean, I hooked up with some girls at parties back in high school. I've been with women, if that's what you're asking."

"It must be lonely," I told him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, growing up, you went into foster care and kind of bounced from family to family. Your mom disappeared. No stable presence in your life. No parental figure. No siblings. Then the next thing you know, you're working so much, there's no time for a relationship."

Dion just sat there in silent agreement before speaking. "It seems you're lonely, too sometimes. What with your husband away so much and all."

"It's ok. We all get lonely sometimes. I can understand why you were looking for someone on tinder. It's only natural to want some companionship," I conceded.

"So, what then?"

We sat staring across at each other. I knew my own weaknesses, and I was trying to read his face if he shared similar thoughts. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself, but I bit my lip and then decided to plow ahead.

"Can I be honest with you?" I asked.

"What you think we've been doing?" he asked incredulously.

"Do you find me attractive?" There, I'd put myself out there.

He hesitated, and I rushed to fill the silence. "I mean, I know I'm a lot older than any of the women, really girls, that you're really interested in. But if you're lonely - and I'm lonely - well, I want you to do well in school. I could -- " I swallowed hard, trying to choose my words carefully, "We could be like friends with benefits."

My proposal hung awkwardly in the air as Dion sat with a stunned look on his face. I saw him look me over, probably eyeing me sexually for the first time.

"You can say no," I continued, again trying to fill the silence. "I'm not trying to force myself on you, I just thought maybe it could be... mutually beneficial."

"So, what then?" Dion croaked, finally finding his voice, his face still in disbelief.

Now it was my turn to sheepishly grin. "Well, I have a pretty high sex drive, to be honest. You could probably fuck me any time you want. I mean, I don't do anal, so don't go there. I have limits, but I enjoy taking care of a man, and I don't mind a man taking charge of me."

"And what about your husband?" he asked.

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?"

Both of us were shaking in nervousness as we waded in unchartered territory.

"I mean, this is just so you can focus on school," I said, encouraged that he hadn't outright rejected me. "That way you don't need to spend all your time chasing after girls. Any time you need to get your rocks off, I can help."

"Is that so?" he asked, clearly still pondering my proposal.

Sometimes, the time for talk has passed, and it's time to act, and I decided we had reached that moment. I slid off the chair to my knees and scooted over to him until I was kneeling in front of him, looking up into his face as he sat in front of me.

My hand reached up to his crotch and massaged the bulge in his pants as my eyes held his gaze. His cock visibly stiffened as I ran my hands over him, and I knew that we had passed the point of no return.

"I like what I saw earlier. I wouldn't mind seeing it again," I said with a smile as my hands reached inside his pants.

Dion gasped as my fingers wrapped around his dick. I turned my head down to see the head of his cock sticking out of his pants. I always love the contrast of my white skin against black skin, and I started jerking him off, watching his cock grow still larger. I had both hands wrapped around his member, and I felt Dion's hand rest on top of my head and then gently guide me toward his crotch.

I opened my lips and took him into my mouth. His pubic hairs needed a trim, but his hard cock extended out so far, it wasn't really an issue, although it would keep me from deep throating him until he trimmed it. As my mouth and tongue worked the tip of his manhood, my right hand jerked off his shaft, and my left hand played with his balls.

Dion moaned softly, and it spurred me to work him even harder, trying to drive him to an orgasm. I don't know if it was his youth, maybe it'd just been a while since he had masturbated to ejaculation, or maybe I was just that damn good, but, whatever it was, he didn't last very long. After just a few minutes, his entire body stiffened, and he groaned as he shot his load. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock, and his warm spunk shot to the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. As he ejaculated a couple more shots of cum, the salty taste hit my tongue, and a small string of cum stretched from my lips to the tip of his cock as I released him from my mouth.

"God damn, woman!" he exclaimed at the sight of me with his cum dripping from my lips.

"I take it you liked it," I said with a sly grin, happy with his excited reaction.

"I didn't know you were a freak like that." He looked at me in shock, as if he no longer recognized the woman who had just sucked him off.

I laughed. "I think you'll be seeing a lot more of the freaky side of me."

"I look forward to it."

"I do have one request, though," I told him.

"What's that?"

"If you shave your pubic hairs, the next blow job I give will make your eyes roll to the back of your head," I promised him.

"So, let me get this straight," he said. "Anytime I feel like I want sex, you're going to let me fuck you."

I swallowed the thick glob of his cum that sat in the back of my throat. "That's the idea. I reserve the right to say no, and you'll need to respect that, but I have a pretty high sex drive. I don't think I'll be saying no that much."

"I think I'll be wanting to tear that pussy up here in a bit," Dion said matter-of-factly.

My pussy moistened as he brazenly talked about fucking me.

"I'm looking forward to it," I replied with a wink.

*****

Dion was in the den watching a basketball game on tv while I laid in bed, thinking over what I'd just done. My heart was still racing, my mind replaying my actions an hour earlier when I knelt at Dion's feet and sucked him off to orgasm. The faint taste of his cum still lingered on my tongue, and my pussy moistened as I remembered seducing him. I knew I had originally taken on the role of a matronly figure in his life while taking him in and helping him get enrolled in college. And now, in one afternoon, I had shattered that view, instantly transforming myself from a motherly object to a sex object in his eyes.

I told myself that I was just helping him focus on school and not spend all his time chasing girls, but, while there was a kernel of truth to that, I knew I had ulterior motives. Living in this house by myself for weeks at a time often left me feeling abandoned and lonely, and inviting Dion to stay gave me companionship. Having a husband who spends weeks at a time away, especially for a woman with a high sex drive, just led me to stray from time to time. I knew the minute I considered opening my home to take in Dion I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to offer my body to him. He was young and virile, and the fact that he was black, added a taboo factor that turbo-charged my libido. My parents, like many of their generation, harbored a prejudice against black people, and, while I never shared their prejudices, I knew they would've disowned me if I dated a black man. The older I got, my attraction to the forbidden fruit of interracial sex became stronger, and black men became my greatest temptation.

The other societal taboo I found myself breaking was taking an interest in younger men as I got older. I would never engage in anything illegal, but I found young college-aged men just gaining their independence were the physically perfect mix of youth and virility. One of the nicest perks of my career as a guidance counselor was the regular contact with so many young men. There was only so much I could do without risking my job, however, I wasn't above innocent flirting with many of them. Now that I was retired, I had insecurities like any older woman about my aging body, so it was gratifying to know I could still attract the attention of a young man like Dion.

Truth be told, my husband's body just isn't as sexually appealing as a young college man's body. My husband's long work hours have left him pudgy and soft, and age has left him sometimes needing assistance from a little blue pill to get it up, which just leaves me feeling like he doesn't even find me desirable anymore. While I know I'm no longer a young woman, I work hard to maintain my figure, and it hurts to see my husband not even get a hard on when I try to seduce him.

My husband trusted me and assumed I had nothing but pure intentions in taking Dion into our home, and he would be devastated if he learned the truth. But now I had managed to bring my greatest temptation under my own roof, with my husband's knowledge nonetheless. In theory, this could work out to everyone's benefit. My husband complained about taking in Dion, but he has a big heart, and he always supported me in helping disadvantaged youth when I was a guidance counselor. For Dion, he gained a path to education and all the doors in life that a post-high school education could open. And, for me, I gained the companionship I desperately sought, as well as a way to satisfy my sexual needs.

Still, I had sucked off Dion, but he hadn't fucked me yet. He seemed more than pleased at the prospect of having me as a sex object at his disposal, but I didn't want to disappoint him. I enjoy sucking dick and pleasing a man, but the pleasure needs to be mutual. I longed to feel him inside me, to feel his cock fill my pussy and drive me to an orgasm.

I worried that he didn't take me right away after I sucked him off, but I knew he probably needed some time to recover. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if my 53-year-old body could still entice him. I worked hard to keep myself in shape, but I have greys in my auburn hair, and the wrinkles are no longer just laugh lines. There's only so much you can do to hold off the effects of time, and I knew I looked like what I was, a mature woman. Hell, some of my friends the same age or even younger are already grandparents. So, while my mouth was good enough for Dion to let me suck him off, was the rest of me good enough for him to fuck?

I went to my closet and perused through my lingerie collection and carefully selected an outfit. It wasn't much of an outfit, but that was kind of the idea. I didn't want to leave anything to chance. I selected a sheer basque that hugged tightly to my body. My tits were clearly visible through the sheer black fabric, and the bottom of the basque hung at my waist, and I decided to remain bottomless; the lips of my shaved pussy were already wet with a thin sheen of moistness. I matched the outfit with a pair of sheer black stockings that attached to clips hanging off the bottom of the basque.

I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. There was zero chance Dion could misinterpret my intentions when he saw me in this. Whereas I remained fully clothed while I sucked him off earlier, now my body was on full display, and I left nothing to his imagination.

I sat there dressed and feeling my sexiest. I was horny and ready to fuck, but I heard the play by play from the basketball game blaring from the tv in the den where Dion waited. Should I go into the den and try to force myself on him? I wondered if that would come across as too desperate, although, in that moment, I knew I was a horny and desperate woman. Still, I worried if I came on too strong that I risked alienating him. He might decide I was an obsessed, crazed woman and move back out of my house. He seemed so shy earlier, though, I couldn't help but wonder if he needed some encouragement to gain enough confidence to take me.

I decided on a middle ground between throwing myself at him and waiting for him to come find me. I pulled out the container under my bed where I kept my sex toys, and I pulled out a long black dildo. It was 8 inches of pleasure, and I stroked my fingers over it as I laid down on my bed. It was shaped realistically with a fleshy feel, from the head of the cock to the veins along the shaft and the balls at the end. I bought it several years back, and it had brought me many rounds of pleasure over the years, helping satisfy and fuel my interracial fantasies.

I slid the dildo into my mouth as deeply as I could take it, wetting the shaft with my tongue. I remembered how Dion's member felt in my mouth earlier and deeply wished he'd come and take me. The 8' dildo was a little larger than Dion, and I couldn't take the whole thing without gagging.