Clare Hawes sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee and staring listlessly at the morning television news. Her thoughts drifted from the news to her personal life. She was still dressed in her robe with nothing underneath despite having been up for several hours. She was recuperating from the previous day and night.
It had started with the discovery that her hung, teenage neighbor was alone for the weekend. That fact initiated an idea she had harbored for some time: a game involving sexual role-playing. But then she ended up inviting him to spend the night with her as well. As a result, she was more than a little stiff. Both her vagina and her ass were sore enough that walking and even sitting were uncomfortable. Wes had planted his seed in both orifices with great exuberance. Add to that the size of his johnson, and you have a recipe for stiff walking.
But Clare’s meditations strayed to thoughts about where all this was heading. With the recent death of her husband, the attention she was receiving from her neighbor was welcome and flattering, but obviously, it could not last forever. Their age disparity was an obvious impediment: she was old enough to be his mother, but the fact that they were doing this clandestinely was also a nagging detail. What would Marge, Wes’s mother, say if she knew her son was fucking her middle-aged neighbor? Still, the enjoyment and excitement she experienced from their trysts kept her coming back for more. Once she had tasted the forbidden fruit, it had almost become an addiction.
The boy was blessed with a magnificent cock, and he was learning how to use it effectively. Clare shifted in her seat as the discomfort from the previous evening sent her a gentle reminder of that implement.
I can’t believe I gave him my ass. Not even Richard had convinced me to do that! God, I am so naughty, but I actually enjoyed it.
Summer’s end would likely also mark the end of their relationship. Wes would be headed off to college in another state. At least that was the plan. That would certainly simplify things. She might be able to see him for brief fuck sessions during trips home, but he’d probably lose interest in her by then.
Clare did have her voluptuous curves that drove Wesley wild with desire. And she used them, knowing full well the power they had over not just Wesley, but men in general. Even women stopped and stared when she put them on display. Having double D’s and a tight ass was both a blessing and a curse of sorts. Men drooled, and women gossiped. She frequently felt like an object and not a person.
Suddenly, Clare was awakened from her daydream by a knock on her kitchen door. She tied her robe tightly and peeked through a window first to see who it could possibly be. As soon as she realized it was Wes, she opened the door.
“Hi, Honey. What’s up? I’m moving slowly this morning. I look a mess.”
“Um, sorry to bother you, Clare, but I think I left my underwear here last night. I thought I’d better get them and maybe clean them before my mom gets home.”
“I understand, Honey. No worries. Let’s see if we can find them.”
She walked down the short hallway to her bedroom. Wes followed closely behind her, his eyes glued to her ass underneath the satiny robe.
“Thanks again, Clare, for last night. I’ll never forget it.”
“Oh, Honey. No thanks necessary. Believe me, it was my pleasure. And here is your underwear. Stains and all. Would you like me to clean them for you?”
Clare put them to her nose and sniffed.
“Yeah, they smell like a randy teenager with an overactive sex drive.”
Wes wanted to kiss her right then and there, but Clare sensed what was about to happen and spoke up.
“You know, Sweetie, I’d love a repeat performance, but I’m worn out. And a little sore. That big club of yours needs to give me a rest. I know you are probably horny, and I love your energy, but I don’t think I’m able right now. But come here and kiss me anyway.”
Wes looked at his feet and fidgeted.
“Actually, Clare, what I want is to go down on you. Eat you, to put it crudely. You’ve been so good to me, and you have unselfishly given me several climaxes while you are only getting sore. I’d love to do what you told me all women love, and I promise I’ll be gentle. I won’t use anything but my tongue on you. I want to make you feel good. My folks are still gone, and I have lots of free time.”
“Oh, Honey. That is so sweet of you, but you don’t have to do that for me. I do enjoy watching and feeling you cum in me, even if I don’t have an orgasm. Pleasing you is a thrill for me.”
But Clare secretly loved the idea. She loved cunnilingus almost as much as she loved fucking. She held out her arms, and Wesley walked into them. Her robe opened, and he pressed against her naked body. They kissed for several seconds before Wes gently pushed her to the bed and lifted her legs. Clare did not resist. He slid her onto the center of the bed, and in seconds, his face was planted between her creamy thighs. With a free hand, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under her lower back and buttocks, raising her cunt for perfect eating.
At first, he only stared at her beautiful cunt, neatly trimmed and in living color, inches from his face. He kissed her thighs and slowly worked from her knees to the object of his desires.
Clare rolled back her head and closed her eyes in pleasure as his tongue found her fertile valley. She grabbed another pillow and placed it under her head so she could watch as her young lover’s face became instantly glazed with her juices.
“Oh, Sweetie. Yes, yes, yes. That feels wonderful. Gently, Honey. Just your tongue. Mmmm, you do know what a woman likes, don’t you? You are going to be a very popular young man with all the ladies. Oh! Yes. Don’t forget that area. I did take a shower this morning. As much as I loved all your sticky cum in me, I was sweaty and a little stinky. Do I smell like lavender, now? I use a scented soap for my privates. I should taste like flowers. I hope I don’t smell like an old lady.”
Wes looked up momentarily, his face already shiny with Clare’s essence.
“You taste wonderful. And you’d taste just as good without a shower. But either way, I love pleasing you with my tongue.”
And with that, Wes went back to work. He paid special attention to Clare’s large clitoris, using his fingers to gently ply her fleshy lips to the side to give him better access to that special bump guarding the portal directly beneath it. He put his lips around that smooth knob and twirled his tongue over it, sucking on it before slipping his tongue deep inside her.
When his tongue later found her asshole, Clare gasped. She was still sore there, but Wes’s tongue in that forbidden region was almost soothing as well as exciting. He pushed it inside just enough to taste her earthy flavors there. He occasionally looked up to make eye contact and reassure himself that he was doing it right. Clare’s look of sheer ecstasy said it all.
He continued for a good ten minutes like this, encouraged by her moans and words of support.
“That’s it, Sweetie. Your tongue feels wonderful. Oh, yeah. Right there! You’re driving me crazy.”
Clare held his head in her hands, her fingers massaging his scalp and gripping his thick mop of hair whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Gradually, she felt a rising tide of electricity starting in her pussy and working throughout her body to her brain.
“Just a little more, Sweetie. You have no idea how good you are making me feel. Oh, fuck. Yessss. That’s my boy. Not only do you have wonderful cock, but your tongue is also working wonders.”
Suddenly, a wave of pleasure ripped through her, and Wes felt her fingers grip handfuls of hair and her thighs squeeze his head as a series of convulsions overtook her. Her entire body first froze, and then shook so violently that for an instant, he thought he was hurting her.
“Fuck meee! Oh, Wesley. Yes, Baby. I’m cumming, Sweetie. Oh my fucking lord.”
Clare screamed loud enough that Wes worried the neighbors would hear, but he didn’t care. He furiously licked, sucked, and penetrated Clare’s orifices until she finally begged him to stop, but not before a stream of sex juice shot out of her and onto his face and the sheets. Her body gave a few final jerks before relaxing. She looked down at Wes and smiled.
“Thank you for that, Sweetie. You just made me very happy. Sorry if I got you wet. I told you that I squirt when I really get off. You should be proud. Even Richard couldn’t make that happen very often.”
Wesley beamed.
“Glad you liked it. So did I. Sometimes it’s better to give than to receive.” Wes hesitated, unsure of what he was about to say or how Clare would take it. “Clare, you’ve taught me so much, but beyond that, I’m living a dream. I’m aware, of course, of our huge age difference. Also, you will probably find someone to replace Richard, and soon. You are too beautiful to be single. But I am here for you anytime you need me. I only hope I can someday find a woman as wonderful as you.”
“Oh, Sweetie, that is so nice to hear. You have provided me with just what I need at this difficult time in my life. And, believe me, I love being with you, but, yes, we are breaking conventions. That’s why I must insist that this be our little secret. But that also makes it more exciting. We are not doing anything illegal or even immoral, in my opinion. But I’m also not willing to be introduced to your mother as your girlfriend. Let’s just do this one day at a time, hmmm? So for now, how about a kiss? Let me taste some of that love juice you have all over your face.”
Wes crawled on top of Clare and kissed her softly. Her naked form was not lost on him, and he reacted appropriately.
“Oh, oh! Better stop before Mr. Woodie takes over. He has a mind of his own, doesn’t he? I’m so glad you could spend the night with me, but I’m also suffering for it. Tell you what–let me know the next time your parents will be gone, and we’ll do it again. It was so nice to have a warm body with me last night, not to mention one with a nice, hard cock. Next time, I’ll share with you some of my fantasies. How’s that sound? But for now, you’d better sneak home. Love you, Wes.”
Wes couldn’t believe his ears. He was in heaven.
“Um, sure, Clare. Love you, too.”
Clare walked him to the door and gave him a final kiss as she squeezed the swollen tube outlined in his shorts. She felt a wet spot where he had leaked.
“Don’t forget to wash your underwear.” Clare giggled as Wes duckwalked across the yard until he could rearrange his stiff package.
He couldn’t wait to get home and beat off.
