The next morning was a lovely sunny day. Nick left the house early to go to the library as he needed to read up on something and also wanted to clear his head.
Mary went into his room to hoover and clear up. As she hoovered under his bed, she came across the soiled hanky. Picking it up, she immediately recognised the smell of cum. She thought to herself, young Nick is not quite as innocent and virginal as he seems. She felt that stirring as the thought of what he had been up to during the night piqued her interest.
Stepping onto the bed, she reached up to a small spy camera that she had planted in the guest room set in what appeared to be a smoke detector. Removing the memory card, she returned to her bedroom to view it on her laptop to see what else young Nick had been up to.
Sure enough, she saw Nick looking out the window and playing with himself the day before. She had already looked through the clips of the first few days when he had arrived, admiring his lean body as he removed the towel from around his waist after showering. She put him at about 5 ft 7″ tall with a slender 28″ waist and 38″ chest. A firm body with little body hair on his chest, but hairy legs and a hairy tuft around his pubic area. Her preference was for young men to be smooth all over.
Then, as she scrolled back to the last few days, she saw him lifting the box out of the wardrobe and looking through the photo albums and magazines. Fast forwarding to the following evening, he had again taken the box down and was looking through the magazines while playing with himself. She watched as he took photos on his camera of the photos in the magazine and of specific photos in the photo albums. He was careful to avoid any reflection and was quite meticulous with his work.
He then uploaded the photos to his laptop, which he then connected to the widescreen TV on the chest of drawers. She watched as he sat back and played with himself while he scrolled through the photos one after the other. How interesting, she thought to herself, maybe she had misjudged him; she had thought he was an innocent boy with little interest in women, but she was clearly mistaken.
As Mary slowly scrolled through the footage, she could clearly see his hands on the laptop keyboard. She scrolled back to him, opening it up and then watched as he typed in his password, such a simple one, his name and year of birth. “Nick, such a simple password to guess, you naive, handsome boy,” she said under her breath.
She charged low rent so that she attracted suitable tenants, essentially those who couldn’t afford more expensive establishments, which tended to be younger men, on lower salaries just starting out in life. She had a passion for younger men and women! She had never had a tenant as young as Nick, and the thought of having Nick made her nipples harden as she chuckled to herself.
She returned to his room and opened up his laptop, entering his password. Then she scrolled through his internet history to see the sites he had been looking at. Straight away, it became clear that he enjoyed looking at porn. As she looked through his searches, it was clear that his focus was on older women, with “MILF” and “GILF” constantly appearing. As she clicked on the links, she could see they contained older women, some of her age and others older still, enjoying themselves with younger men and women. She also noted with interest that several searches led to bisexual, lesbian and gay male porn too, but again only older men and women, again involving younger men.
As she watched the clips, she sensed her nipples hardening further, and her left hand went to her chest and rubbed her nipples through the thin fabric of her summer dress. Mmmm, yes, her nipples had certainly hardened. So she decided to put a plan in motion to see how interested he really was in the more mature woman.
That evening, during dinner, Mary quietly slipped something into Nick’s wine, a combination of liquid Viagra to get him aroused and a sedative to relax him. She poured him a large glass of wine when she served up his dinner. Nick wasn’t much of a wine drinker, but didn’t want to disappoint Mary, so he drank it with his meal.
Mary poured a second, doctored glass when she served up his dessert. Shortly after dinking it, a wave of contentment and gentle relaxation washed over him, followed by an overwhelming, almost painful surge of arousal.
As the drugs took hold, Nick felt the dizziness deepen into a warm, heavy fog that clouded his thoughts and made the room tilt gently around him. His skin prickled with sudden heat, every nerve ending awakening as if electrified. Blood rushed southward in a relentless surge, his cock swelling rapidly against the confines of his jeans, thick, throbbing, and achingly hard in a way he’d never experienced before.
His breath came shallow and ragged, heart pounding in his ears. A low, involuntary groan escaped his lips as the arousal intensified, coiling tight in his groin like a spring ready to snap. His mind filled with vivid, uncontrollable images of Mary, her full breasts, the sway of her hips, the knowing smile she’d worn at dinner, each fantasy more explicit than the last. Pre-cum leaked steadily, soaking through his underwear, while his hips shifted restlessly in his chair, seeking friction he couldn’t quite find.
He gripped the edge of the table to steady himself, knuckles white, fighting the overwhelming urge to touch himself right there. Every small movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him, making his thighs tremble and his vision blur at the edges. The need was raw, almost painful, an insatiable hunger that demanded immediate release, yet left him helplessly suspended in anticipation.
As the drug coursed through his veins, Nick’s initial dizziness morphed into a scorching, all-consuming haze that enveloped his mind, blurring the edges of reality and igniting every forbidden desire lurking in his subconscious. His skin flushed hot, tingling with electric sensitivity, as if invisible hands were tracing feather-light paths across his chest, down his abdomen, and teasingly lower. Blood pounded southward in a ferocious torrent, his cock engorging to its fullest, straining painfully against the rough denim of his jeans, thick veins pulsing visibly beneath the taut skin, the swollen head slick and hypersensitive, begging for even the slightest brush of fabric.
His breaths turned into desperate, guttural pants, his chest heaving as his heart hammered like a war drum in his ribcage. A deep, primal groan tore from his throat, unbidden and raw, as the arousal built to an excruciating crescendo, a coiled serpent of lust twisting tighter in his core, threatening to unravel him completely.
Flashes of Mary invaded his thoughts like erotic visions: her sunbathing naked in the garden, voluptuous breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hardening under his imagined gaze; the seductive curve of her hips swaying hypnotically; that enigmatic smile at dinner now twisted into a sultry invitation, her full lips parting as if to whisper filthy promises. Pre-cum oozed copiously from his tip, drenching his boxers in sticky warmth, the musky scent of his own arousal filling the air around him.
As Mary watched Nick sway unsteadily in his chair, a thrill of wicked anticipation coursed through her veins, her pulse quickening at the sight of his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, the first signs of the aphrodisiac taking hold. She’d chosen the dose carefully, just enough to shatter his inhibitions without fully knocking him out, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what would unfold.
Feigning concern, she slipped her arm around his lean waist, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the subtle tremor of arousal he couldn’t hide.
“You poor thing, you look faint. Let me help you upstairs to bed,” she cooed, her voice laced with honeyed sympathy. Inwardly, she revelled in the power, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her blouse as his rigid erection brushed against her hip during the ascent.
Each step up the stairs was a delicious tease for her own simmering desire; the scent of his sweat mingled with her own musky excitement, her thighs growing slick with anticipation. She could almost taste the conquest, the young, virile tenant she’d eyed since his arrival, his innocent attraction to her curvy form now amplified into raw, uncontrollable need.
In his room, she savoured the act of undressing him, her fingers lingering on the buttons of his shirt, tracing the contours of his heated chest as she peeled it away. Kneeling before him, she tugged off his shoes, her gaze drifting upward to the bulge straining his jeans, a predatory smile tugging at her lips. Unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, she slid the denim and soaked boxers down, her breath catching as his thick, throbbing cock sprang free, veined and glistening, twitching under her appreciative stare.
God, she thought, he was perfect, young, hard, and utterly at her mercy. It took every ounce of restraint not to wrap her lips around him right then, to feel him pulse against her tongue, but patience was key; the drug would ensure his dreams tormented him first, priming him for her.
Gently urging him to lie back, she drew the sheet over his naked form, her hand grazing his inner thigh in a feather-light caress that sent a shiver through them both.
“Sleep now, sweet boy,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, as she slipped from the room, her core aching with unspent lust.
Alone in the hallway, she leaned against the wall, one hand slipping beneath her skirt to stroke her swollen clit, biting her lip to stifle a moan. The thought of him writhing in bed, lost in fevered dreams of her, fucking her, devouring her, fuelled her own fantasies: soon she’d join him, straddle that magnificent cock, ride him until they both shattered.
As a dominant nymphomaniac and seasoned swinger, she craved the thrill of breaking him in, introducing him to her world of naked sunbathing, group play at the club, and endless ecstasy. But tonight, she’d let the aphrodisiac do its work, building his desperation until he begged for her touch. Her fingers circled faster, pleasure building in waves, until she came with a hushed gasp, already plotting tomorrow’s seduction.
Dawn light filtered through the curtains as Nick stirred, his body heavy and slick with sweat, sheets twisted tightly around his limbs like restraints. A dull throb pulsed behind his eyes, the remnants of last night’s dizziness, but it was nothing compared to the raw, insistent ache between his legs. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, painfully hard, the skin stretched taut and hypersensitive, a steady bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip and trailing down the shaft in a slow, torturous rivulet.
Fragmented memories of fevered dreams flooded back, Mary’s naked body astride him, her breasts swaying, her slick heat gripping him relentlessly, leaving him gasping. The images felt so vivid they blurred with reality; he could almost still taste her on his tongue, feel the phantom clench of her around him. His balls felt heavy, swollen, drawn up tight with unspent need that bordered on agony. Every small shift of the sheet against his erection sent electric jolts through him, forcing a low, involuntary moan from his throat.
He reached down instinctively, fingers wrapping around his throbbing length, but even the lightest stroke felt overwhelming, too intense, too soon, making his hips jerk and his breath hitch. The urge to come was ferocious, yet something held him back: a hazy recollection of Mary’s hands undressing him, her lingering gaze on his exposed arousal, the soft brush of her fingers along his thigh. Shame and desire twisted together; he wanted release, needed it, but part of him ached for her to be the one to grant it.
Heart pounding, he lay there panting, cock twitching against his palm, trapped between the echoes of drug-fuelled dreams and the stark reality of morning. Downstairs, he heard the faint clink of breakfast dishes, Mary moving about, calm and composed, while he remained upstairs, helplessly aroused, every nerve screaming for her touch.
Nick’s breath came in shallow, ragged bursts as the overwhelming need finally overpowered his hesitation. His trembling hand tightened around his slick shaft, fingers gliding easily over the hot, velvet skin coated in layers of pre-cum. The first slow stroke drew a sharp hiss from his lips, the sensation blisteringly intense, every ridge and vein under his palm sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to his core.
He started with long, deliberate pulls from base to crown, twisting his wrist slightly at the head to spread the warm, sticky fluid, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the quiet room. His hips lifted off the mattress involuntarily, thrusting into his own grip as if chasing the heat of Mary’s body from his dreams. Faster now, his strokes grew urgent, firmer, the friction building a searing coil low in his belly. His free hand roamed restlessly: pinching a nipple, raking nails down his sweat-damp chest, then sliding lower to cup and tug gently at his heavy, aching balls, heightening the throb until his thighs trembled.
Low, guttural moans escaped him, muffled against the pillow as he bit down to stifle them. Visions of Mary flooded his mind, her full breasts swaying above him, her slick folds enveloping him, her husky voice urging him harder, deeper. The fantasy merged with reality; he could almost feel her weight pinning him, smell her arousal thick in the air. His cock pulsed harder in his fist, swelling impossibly thicker, the flushed head darkening as release drew closer.
Pre-cum flowed in steady rivulets now, dripping over his knuckles and onto his stomach, the musky scent rising sharp and heady. His rhythm faltered, strokes turning erratic, desperate, as the edge loomed, every muscle tensing, breath hitching in anticipation of the shattering climax that had been denied all night. Nick’s strokes turned frantic, his fist pumping slick and fast along his swollen shaft, hips bucking off the bed as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter. His breath came in harsh, broken gasps; every muscle locked, balls drawn up, aching and full. The edge rushed toward him like a tidal wave–hot, blinding, inevitable. A low, guttural cry built in his throat as the first pulse surged, his cock jerking violently in his grip, release only seconds away.
Three sharp knocks sounded at the door.
“Nick, sweetheart?” Mary’s voice drifted through the wood, warm and cheerful, laced with that familiar velvet undertone. “Breakfast is ready whenever you are. No rush.”
The words hit him at once. His body froze mid-stroke, cock throbbing angrily in his frozen fist, the climax teetering cruelly on the brink and then slipping away in a frustrating recede. A tortured groan escaped him, muffled against the pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut, thighs trembling with denied need. Pre-cum continued to leak in thick, steady drops, smearing over his knuckles and stomach, the sharp scent of near-release thick in the air.
He lay there panting, heart hammering, every nerve screaming in protest while Mary’s footsteps retreated lightly down the stairs. The aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wafted up, innocent, domestic, maddening, mingling with the raw musk of his own arousal. His erection refused to soften, standing rigid and glistening against his belly, demanding satisfaction he could no longer chase alone.
Somehow, he managed to calm himself down and face her over breakfast.
