Maria and Her Boys Ch. 08

Sometimes we find ourselves reflecting on our lives and what direction we are taking. My life has ended up in a place I never would have imagined. In my forties and divorced but with a successful business to run. I was hurt deeply by my foolish husband leaving me for another, younger woman. I didn't expect what happened next and it wasn't planned.

But I did something crazy and took a younger male to my bed. He was much younger -- young enough to be my son. His name was Ryan and his desire thrilled me.

It was wonderful to relive my younger days. The days in university when it seemed like our young hormones were taking control and sex was always in the air. Back then I rarely felt in control. I was shy and unsure and the boys always seemed so clumsy but too eager to wait. They seemed to know what they wanted and mostly I let them take the lead.

Ryan was so perfect. He was happy to let me have my way. He let me teach him. Unlike my own youth, he let me have control and guide him. And he was so happy to be getting regular sex that he was always attentive to my needs. His penis, young and powerful, seemed so perfect. The fact he could get hard three times in a night was more than I could have asked for. That's what young men can do, though. I had almost forgotten how exciting they are. Suddenly I realised I could have those boys again.

Now I am experienced. I am in control. I can choose which of these young men I take to my bed. I get what I want. I teach them how to pleasure a woman. And my young men are so grateful to a woman who wants them for sex on a regular basis - something their girlfriends rarely provide.

In return I get to enjoy their young, throbbing dicks and to indulge in many pleasures I could never have asked for back then.

I am wicked and slutty. I am a cougar -- whatever you might think of that name and the way a woman like me behaves. Its only natural, I think. A woman's sexual peak occurs much later than a male's. That's what I have been experiencing -- my sexual peak and all the desires and needs that come with that. And my young men are only too happy to oblige me. After all, I have kept myself in great shape. I had my boobs fixed so they are firm and bouncy at an almost C-cup size. I visit the gym regularly to keep my butt and my legs toned and shapely.

The risks from indulging my secret pleasures are real. I always fear being found out or exposed publicly. But the thrill of my boys, and the excitement of finding new dicks, is something I cannot live without. I value that freedom so much. Which is how I came to be juggling two boys, Clayton and Brady. Not for the first time, I had not one but two sexy young men who were eager to come to my bed. What a way to fill up my week.

That was a strange period in some ways. I learned a lot about myself over those few weeks. There were surprises. Some of it I learned thanks to my lovely Clayton and my exciting new boy, Brady. I don't think a woman my age can often learn much from such young men. But they are both fine boys, which is why I chose them. And each in his own way, and without realising it, gave me some very special insights.

I had made Clayton wait till he could see me again. In one way it was not so difficult as he is spending more and more time with Sara. I wonder if I will ever get to meet her. She visits his home quite regularly but I've so far managed to avoid being there at the same time. Its not my jealousy that I'm worried about but its hard to control myself when I'm next to my sweet Clayton. And that made it feel really hard to have to wait for the next Saturday morning when he could some to my new apartment.

When I opened the door I was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt. I wanted him to know how badly I needed him. Clayton got the message. Or perhaps he felt the same way. He was undressed before we got to my bed. I let him put his arms around me and I remember one of his hands squeezing my bum. And his lovely penis was hard for me, standing up nice and straight. I wrapped my hand around it as he leaned in to kiss me.

There was no waiting. Clayton swiftly pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. My nice, firm boobs bounced just a little for him. That made me even more aroused. Only a woman can know the joy of being so relaxed about her body and pleased to show it to her lover. And Clayton knows it so well now, how and where to touch me.

I wanted to show my young man how much I treasure him and his dick. So I went to my knees and straight away took it in my mouth. I wasn't trying to make up for Brady. Maybe I was just feeling a little slutty -- in a good way. But I wanted him in my mouth and that's what I did. He was hard and warm. I knew he would be because that's how boys are at that age. I swear I felt him throb as I closed my lips around him.

"Oh, Maria," he groaned softly as I took the first few inches of his shaft.

He was softly stroking my hair as I slowly, gently, sucked him. I heard him moan again. I know that even his Sara can't do for Clayton what I can do. He is older now, more experienced. But still I can make his manly cock swell and throb. He was making my vag so hot and wet.

Soon I wanted more. I rose to my feet, letting my hand slip down to cradle his balls. I smiled as I felt those hard little eggs inside their soft pouch. But Clayton knew what he wanted. Gently he pushed me back onto my bed and pushed my knees apart.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned aloud. "Yes, Clayton. I want you," I gasped as I reached with one hand to pull his face deeper into my wet vag.

He started with those long licks I love - from the bottom right up to my clit. I was cumming as soon as he got there. I don't really remember what he did to me but of course he has been a good student and learned exactly what I like. He was thrilling when he was young and raw but he has become the perfect lover for me.

"Clayton, I want you," I panted between my orgasms. "Please," I almost begged as I pulled at his arms and then his hips.

We're in such sync these days. Clayton understood what I was asking for. I shuffled across the bed, my legs still wide as he moved into position above me. Suddenly that wonderful cock was in my face, pointing to my slutty mouth. He knows how much I adore his penis. We've practiced this many times now. A beautiful 69. I almost forgot about how much I needed him to lick my vag. I grabbed him as he went down for more of my wetness and I fumbled him into my mouth.

"Hmmmmmm..." I tried to call out, cumming from the incredible licking and so happy to have that virile, young rod in my mouth.

It takes trust for a woman to let a man thrust into her mouth like that. Except, of course, that I'd taught Clayton. I'd shown him how to be gentle, at first, and then to let his passion take over as he became more experienced. I could have been screaming from his mouth on my vag except that he was filling my mouth. It was amazing to feel his hips moving up and down, thrusting as he lay on top of me. His hard dick was taking its pleasure from my lips and my tongue. I came over and over.

I wasn't counting my orgasms. There was no point. But then Clayton rolled off me, onto his knees.

"I want to fuck you," he said with a firm, manly voice.

Oh my, that sweet boy becoming a man right in front of me. It hardly mattered since I love having his dick inside me. But it was incredibly sexy to see him now so confident and able to take what he wants. His lust fired me up again. I didn't say anything but I smiled and opened my legs wider.

His screwing felt different. The feeling of him thrusting in my vag was incredible. I wasn't going to cum again just yet but I knew that young cock was throbbing as he filled me up so beautifully. I watched Clayton between my shapely, muscled thighs and I knew he was screwing not the way I like but how he wanted. For once he was totally focused on his own needs. My arousal climbed again. It was so sexy listening to his breathing and watching him hump me to give himself maximum pleasure.

"Shoot in me," I murmured to Clayton. "Don't hold back."

And then he was groaning and thrusting deeper into me and I felt his balls against my vag. He was shooting his semen deep inside me. It felt so perfect to let him take his pleasure like that. For the first time I really saw Clayton as a grown man.

What a wonderful way that was to start my weekend -- fast and intense sex with my lovely Clayton.

"Oh, good boy. Clayton, did you enjoy that? That was good, wasn't it?"

I knew he had enjoyed his screwing. It made me proud to see him behave like that, getting what he wanted. I was still horny. He lay next to me, holding me gently while I cleaned up. I enjoy having a man's semen slowly slipping from my vag. But I don't enjoy getting stuck to the sheets. Not when I have more screwing to do. It seemed like he had shot less than his normal amount for me. So I had to assume he'd had sex with Sara the previous night. How lovely that he could still be so passionate for me -- but, then, that's the real reward for taking a young man to my bed.

Clayton was soon nuzzling against my boobs and then he started to squeeze and suckle them. It was just what I needed to keep my fires warm for the next round. I knew it was all about his passion. But he was touching and sucking me just the right way. I was moaning softly, lying back and enjoying him. This was like so many Saturday mornings since I seduced Clayton -- indulgence and sexual pleasure while a gorgeous young man enjoys my mature bod.

Despite his fun with Sara the night before, Mr Reliable was soon on the job again. I felt his erection against my leg as he was playing with my boobs. And he moved one hand down to my vag.

"I thought you'd be more interested in Sara's boobs," I said to him.

"You have great tits, Maria," he said back to me. I noticed that was the first time he'd used that word with me.

I was thinking he was eager for more screwing. I was quite ready to take his penis inside me again. Instead he was soon down lower, between my legs and wanting to lick me. He has become such a generous lover. And how could I object? His lips and tongue instantly felt so incredible on my bare vag.

Only this time he was paying more attention to my other opening. Each time his tongue passed over my clit he made me groan aloud. But he was giving me those lovely, long licks and making sure the tip of his tongue pressed against my tight little anus. I've learned with Clayton to try to relax and enjoy the sensation of being touched and licked back there. And I knew what he had in mind. That made me a little nervous -- which only made me more aroused and excited.

I was almost disappointed when he slipped a finger into my vag. Except that I started exploding since he was sucking my clit at the same time. How good to have my vag waxed. The bare skin allows even more sensations.

The touch of his finger on my other place was electric. I thought it might hurt but I didn't care -- I wanted to feel the warmth in my bottom as he penetrated and filled up that dirty place. I was so glad it was Clayton who was my first. After all, I seduced him and I took the risks of us being discovered. Its so thrilling to give my body to him.

I remember how intense it felt as he pressed into me. The tip of his tongue was playing across my clit. The pressure of his finger, sinking slowly into me, only heightened the amazing sensations in my body. He was already inside me and I starting wanting more.

"Clayton... yes," I croaked to him. "Be good to me."

Maybe its his saliva that made his finger nice and wet. Or maybe it was my own stuff that let him slip in easily. He was already past the first joint of his finger and starting to move back and forward.

"Slow... go slow."

But he pressed more of his finger into me. There was a little hurt. I gasped. It felt good, though, to be so dirty and slutty. I've never understood why people do anal sex but now my young Clayton was doing it to me. And I wanted it. The jolt of pain subsided. The sensations transferred into something so much better. I was cumming as Clayton continued to poke my rear end with his eager, thrusting finger. It still felt so weird but I can't deny that it was a lovely feeling. Everything was so warm and intense. And his mouth was on my vag, His tongue flicking over my clit. It was pure pleasure.

I don't know how far he went inside. Maybe the second joint I am guessing. But I was cumming and cumming. I knew it was better than anything my ex-husband ever did for me. Clayton is so lovely and so sexy. His young body looks and feels just right. Its wrong of me to feel that way. But I just get so aroused by my boys. And now I wanted more of Clayton.

"Fuck me, Clayton. I want you inside my vag."

After his mouth and his fingering, my vag was gushing. I rolled over and climbed on top of my Clayton. That dick of his was rock hard. I knew it would be pulsing. I straddled him, using one hand to position it just right. Then in a single move I sank down on him and let that wonderful prick impale me.

"Oh shit," I murmured as his thick, young penis filled me up.

He's always felt good, right from the first time I touched him. I paused for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of my vag opening up to accommodate him fully. The look on his face was beautiful. His cock was only getting harder inside me.

I couldn't wait. I started moving my hips, wanting to feel him moving and pleasuring me. His hands reached up to my firm boobs and he was stroking and squeezing just like I needed. I knew he was enjoying the sight of my naked body on top of his. Moaning, I leaned forward over my young lover so as to give him easier access. My nipples were hard and long. He was rubbing his thumbs over them. I was loving it too and soon I was humping up and down on his hard dick.

"You feel so good inside me," I gasped to him before I exploded.

His touch was fabulous and the feeling of his hard penis in my vag was incredible as I bounced up and down. This time the pleasure was mine and I gave myself a couple more intense orgasms.

I might have stopped there and laid down for a rest. But my Clayton, so manly, wasn't ready to let me stop. He rolled me onto my back and got in position between my legs. I was thinking of a nice, gentle screwing as he lay his lean body on top of mine. I moved to wrap my legs around him. He was still feeling like being in control. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I admit that I love the sight of him between my splayed legs. And I can watch him thrusting into me and really moving his hips as he screws me -- that always gets me off.

Clayton screwed me just the way I like it. He is such a good young man. I came twice more with his cock in my vag. I thought for sure that he would shoot again. He didn't, though. That's the advantage of his learning stamina and self-control. All thanks to me. And I knew it meant I was guaranteed one last round of screwing that Saturday morning. Just perfect!

We rested and cuddled and talked. I do enjoy being in his arms and feeling his naked, lean body next to mine. His touch always feels so good. But soon it was time for him to go. Now that he is older, with a serious girlfriend, Clayton has a busier life than when I first took him to my bed. There was time for one last fuck before he went back to Sara.

He rolled me face down. I liked that. It feels good to show my bottom to Clayton -- round and firm. Before I knew it he was pulling my flesh apart and licking between the cheeks of my bottom. That was a lovely surprise. I think I have turned my gorgeous boy into something of a pervert. My anus was still nicely warmed-up after his fingering. His tongue felt so warm and I imagined I could feel him pressing deeper into my rear. My vag was wet once more and I guessed he wanted to use one of my vibrators at the same time. Just the thought of it was making me moan with anticipation.

To my surprise, I felt Clayton tugging at my hips. Oh, yes -- he wanted me on hands and knees. Screwing doggy-style. What a delight. It is probably my favourite position of all. I really enjoy giving myself to Clayton that way, feeling his penis go so deep into me and watching him hump me like an animal. I easily moved into position for him, knees apart and looking at his lovely cock all hard and pointing to the ceiling.

I sank to my elbows as he penetrated me. My vag was so wet he hardly met any resistance.

"Yes... Clayton," I moaned softly as he stretched me open. "I want your dick."

My big boobs were hanging down nicely. The force of his thrusting made them swing, my hard nipples rubbing against the sheet. It made the fucking even better. Clayton's hands felt so good on my waist as he went deeper. By the third thrust he was all the way inside. I could feel his hips against me and his sack was touching my vag.

"Fuck me, Clayton. Oh, yes..."

He started screwing me hard and deep. I just let him hold on and hump me as I came for him. He pulled all the way back and then thrust into me with long strokes. I was getting all of his length. I looked in the mirror and saw his young body in position behind me. I saw my firm, pale butt cheeks as he pumped his delicious dick into me. I could hear the wetness of my vag as he fucked me. My boobs were swinging and my flesh rippling as he went hard and deep. This was the young man I had seduced and taught to be my lover. The sight of him now, confident and matured, made my orgasm explode and I gave his shaft a good coating of wetness.

Suddenly, I felt his finger touching my bum -- my little opening. I felt my vag give another little burst. So dirty and delicious. And it felt much better than the times I'd touched myself back there. I was excited and afraid. But Clayton wanted this. I really couldn't stop him. When I turned my head, he was totally focused on my bottom. He'd even slowed his humping, concentrating on sticking his finger into my little hole. What had I started?

The tip of his finger forced its way into my anus. I didn't resist. It felt good. And it was my lovely Clayton who was doing this to me. He had taken charge of me. I felt so wanton and dirty but I let him do it. I hoped it wouldn't hurt too much, bracing myself as he pressed further. Then he gave a big thrust of his hips and his dick went deep into my vag. His screwing felt better than normal. Everything was so full, so tight.

"Be gentle, Clayton," I moaned to him.

I knew I'd just given Clayton permission to finger my bottom while I was being fucked doggy-style. Was that a mistake? But I was so turned-on that my young man wanted to try that with me. I felt him stretch my rear passage, forcing deeper. It didn't hurt at all.

"What are you doing?" I groaned.

"I know you like this," he answered.

His finger was going further as he kept thrusting his cock into my vag. I wasn't sure if I did like it. There was a fleeting shame that I would and allow a boy his age to do that to me. But I admit it felt good to be penetrated in both places at once. He made me feel filled-up. His screwing was more intense. I could feel every ridge on his shaft. And the entry into my bottom somehow made me feel warm all over. My mind was totally focussed on my lower body and I could feel my orgasm rising again. I'd always thought that was a dirty place. But Clayton was making it feel so damn good.

"Oh, fuck... Clayton, be careful..."

I don't know if he heard me at all. I remember that his finger seemed so big in my bottom. But I felt like he was being gentle. I was unsure and yet I trusted him. Clayton had taken charge of me and I was in no mind to stop him. He was fucking me so hard. I was cumming over and over. And his youthful cock felt bigger and harder than ever.

"I knew you'd like it," he growled to me, his excitement obvious in his voice.