Black Mountain, North Carolina
Amanda slips on her robe after a deserving, afternoon shower, the hot Carolina day having worn on her. She ties the silk around her waist, the smooth fabric swaying on her curvy body. Being in her mid-forties with grown kids of her own, Amanda has done well taking care of herself, the natural shapes of her body having been an asset since she was young. With lotion on her hands, she goes through her normal routine in no great hurry, stopping when she notices a little blue car roll behind the house.
It’s no surprise, Amanda notes, seeing Jessica, from the next ranch over, dropping off a package mistakenly delivered to their house. Amanda almost walks away before seeing her hired ranch hand, Justin, idly make his way toward Jessica with a little smirk on his face.
They’re nearly the same age, Justin and Jessica, a great match for two college-age kids if there ever was one. Jessica is petite and energetic, with untamable brunette hair over a thin frame. Her butt is cute in those little shorts, her tank top pressed tight against her flat chest. The girl has no tits to claim, the bra is hardly more than a regular part of her outfit with little functionality. Still, Amanda notes that Jessica would easily find Justin’s hard, toned body a wonderful thing to climb on top of during the hot summer nights.
Justin is twenty-ish, strong, and lean. With a curved chest and narrow waist, it’s a regular sight to see him in white shirts on Amanda’s ranch, his muscles becoming tight from a hard day’s work. He’s cute and innocent, something Amanda isn’t ashamed to notice.
After watching Justin and Jessica talk, Amanda notices that she’s staring at him. She’s hardly moved. Yes, she’s taken in Jessica a few times, but she’s really watching Justin as he leans against her car, the way sweat clings to his shirt, how the gloves lead to the veins in his tired arms.
Amanda slides a hand along her stomach, up to her breast as she gives it a squeeze. It’s a guilty pleasure, watching these two young people like an amateur voyeur, but from her bedroom window, Amanda is sure they won’t notice. Feeling her nipples harden below the silk fabric, she grabs her other breast, giving it a firm rub and pinch. Amanda’s mouth opens slightly, her mouth wet.
Jessica gets into her car and begins turning away, leaving Justin to stand alone and watch her leave, Amanda watching just the same. It’s almost time to forget this little show when Justin pulls the wet shirt over his head.
“Oh my,” Amanda mouths to herself, watching Justin give his gloves a toss, a hand across his sweaty brow. Amanda holds onto her nipple, pinching tighter. She prays he doesn’t look directly at her, seeing her watch like a horny schoolgirl.
Amanda isn’t disappointed when Justin takes hold of his water bottle, sips a drink, and pours it over his face and back. “That’s it, baby,” she says to herself. “Put on a show for mommy.”
She tugs her robe loose, slipping the fabric off her shoulders before it hits the ground. Amanda stands naked, one hand squeezing her tit as the other rubs her needy clit. She hikes a leg onto the nightstand, slowly rubbing as Justin takes another drink, hot water, and sweat running down his chest, stomach, and back.
Continuing to watch, Amanda opens the nightstand drawer, removing a clear butt plug and lube, a drop of liquid on the tip before returning her attention to Justin as he mills around the tools in the back of his truck. Amanda doesn’t take her eyes off of him, water and sweat on a young stud making it easy to continue working the butt plug into her ass.
With a gentle touch, Amanda feels the plug enter her ass, her attention returning to her breast and clit. Her heart is racing. Her pussy is dripping. Her hot, open mouth is void of a cock. She needs to do something about that little problem.
She can’t cum. This isn’t working. She needs more than a simple visual.
Amanda knows what she needs: Thick. Young. Cock.
Frustrated, but not defeated, Amanda puts her leg down, making for the dresser as the continued pressure from her butt plug provides encouragement. She slips on a thong and tight jeans, a bralette over her D tits, and a button-up shirt. Amanda huffs from the blood rising within her, only one thing on her mind.
***
“Justin, honey,” Amanda calls from the back deck, capturing him before he hops back into his truck to close out the day.
He turns to her just in time, a question in his voice. “Hey,” he says casually, a heads up to Amanda. “Do you need me?”
‘Just your cock,’ is what her face says, her voice giving a more proper reply: “I need your help with my bathroom sink. Maybe you can take a look?” Amanda watches as Justin walks across the yard, onto the deck as he comments about being glad to help.
Amanda leads Justin into the master bathroom, a large shower, and tub big enough for a small group. She takes hold of the sink handle, giving it a shake. “See? It just started doing this. I know nothing about sinks.”
“Sure. Let me take a look.”
Amanda watches Justin fiddle with the loose sink handle, jiggling it as she has done for nearly a month now. She replaced it a few months back, but cheaping out on hardware has enabled her to cheap out on her virtues. She reaches out, a hand on Justin’s shoulder as he continues to fiddle and think as though he has a fucking clue on how to go about fixing it. Amanda slides over to him, her body close, her eyes examining his face.
“You’ve had a long day, honey. Am I working you too hard?”
Justin stands, a huff of frustration from the stupid sink. “Not at all, Mrs. C.” His eyes find hers first but naturally fall to the soft cleavage presented to him by three undone buttons. Amanda’s hand runs up and down Justin’s shoulder, her eyes on his. She can feel the curve in his muscles, the heat of the day radiating from his body.
“Call me Mandy, hun. I don’t want you to be shy around me.”
Justin smiles awkwardly, his lips pressing together as he nods. “I’m not a shy guy. And don’t worry about me. I like working for you.”
Amanda presses the point, dead set on keeping Justin within reach. She watches his face. “Jessica’s nice,” she comments. “Do you like her?”
Justin shrugs, a look into the mirror before stealing another cheap glance at Amanda’s cleavage, his eyes trailing her wide hips, the tight jeans leading down to her bare feet. “I guess you could say that, yeah.”
“Mmm. But she’s so tiny.” Amanda gives a deceivingly friendly smile, squeezing her ass tighter around the butt plug begging to be released from her jeans and panties. Her pussy begins soaking her panties. “She has such small boobs.”
Justin chuckles, rolling his eyes, the awkwardness of youth and his inability to escape Amanda creating a scene that’s all too ripe for Amanda’s picking. “I…” he begins, at a loss for words. “She’s short.”
“She is. She doesn’t have anything like this, right?” Amanda’s eyes are locked on Justin’s when she reaches, unbuttoning her shirt a few more notches, pulling the material aside before it boasts her fully exposed bra. “Young guys like you deserve big tits.” Amanda lays it on thick, her hands sliding to the front of his jeans. One hand holds onto the top of his pants, the other slowly pulling down the zipper. “Like my tits, for example,” she tells him, opening his jeans, a hand sliding into his underwear until she wraps experienced fingers around his swelling cock. ‘God, his smooth cock feels so fucking good’. Her pussy dampens with every stroke. Her words are exaggerated, glossy lips turned pouty: “Don’t you like my big tits, Justin?”
Amanda continues the slow massage on Justin’s cock. I’ve got you now, fucker.
Justin’s heart races, feeling Amanda gently rub on his cock, his eyes shifting between her eyes, tits, and mouth. “I do,” he unconsciously blurts out, doing his best not to cum.
“Good.” Amanda regrettably has to remove her hand from Justin’s beautiful cock, her eyes watching him try to compose himself with jeans half-down around his thighs. She unbuttons her shirt, letting it fall to the floor before tugging her bra straps aside, a quick flick of the wrist before the bra falls to the floor. Her tits give a light bounce as they are set free. Amanda leans back against the counter. “Now,” she tells him, eyes flicking toward the shower. “Get undressed. And get in.”
“Mrs. C.,” Justin begins, his demeanor becoming uneasy. “What if your husband…”
“Shut the fuck up. Get your ass in the shower.”
Justin does as ordered, stripping naked, his cock springing free, and walking toward the glass door before reaching an unsteady hand toward Amanda’s tits.
She watches his face. “Go ahead.” She gives her tits a light shake. “Do whatever you want.” Amanda’s hips shift when Justin takes her tits into his hands, feeling his light squeezes before pinching her nipples. She reaches out, cupping his sac with a gentle massage. “You’ll call me Madam, now. Do you understand? You do as I say.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Good boy.” She gives his balls a brief, tight squeeze. “Now get in the fucking shower.” Amanda watches as he complies, stripping off her jeans and kicking her wet panties aside before entering the hot shower with her obedient boy toy.
Amanda’s going to get every single, little fucking thing she wants out of this inexperienced shit. If he had half of a clue, then earlier he would have taken ahold of Jessica right there in the driveway, bent her over, and fucked her mercilessly. Jessica would have taken it. Amanda can’t remember how many times Jessica has told her about the different cocks she’s sucked on every first date.
The thought of Justin fucking Jessica makes Amanda’s pussy ache, the pressure in her ass more prominent. With hands on Justin’s shoulders, she turns him to her, hot lips met with her deep tongue, her wet tits pressing against his body.
Amanda reaches down, taking hold of his rock-hard cock, stroking him with firm squeezes on every pull. She hikes her leg up on the seat, pulls him closer, and rubs his cock up and down her clit. With eyes closed, she reaches back and applies pressure against the plug in her ass.
Her mouth opens, her head back, eyes closed. “Say, ‘Jessica’s an ugly slut’.” Amanda rubs his cock harder against her clit, a little bounce through her body with every tug on his cock.
“Jessica’s an ugly slut.”
“Again.” She rubs harder.
“Jessica’s an ugly slut.”
“LOUDER.” She rubs faster.
“Jessica’s An Ugly Slut.”
“FUCK YOU! LOUDER!”
“JESSICA’S AN UGLY SLUT!”
“Yes!” Amanda lets out, the head of his cock beating against her shaved clit. She imagines Jessica getting railed in Amanda’s own bed, cum on her face, the sheets a total mess, three random guys going balls deep in her holes as she gets used, not one of them thinking twice about tossing a crumpled dollar her way. Little Slut.
Amanda squirts hard, her eyes shut tight as her teeth grit together. She squirts on Justin, her hand squeezing his cock with an iron grip. “Yes, baby!” she finally releases, breathless from a restless heartbeat. “Get that fucking cock!”
Amanda stands, a hand on Justin’s chest as she inches him back against the shower wall. With a firm touch, her flat hand presses against him as she jerks his cock, she watches the tip. “Come on,” she tells him. “Cum for me.”
“Yes, Madam.”
She squeezes hard, tugging on his cock, bound and determined to get what she wants. “Look at my tits swing. Are they swinging for you, baby?”
“Y-yes” Justin says with a thin breath, his eyes locked on her swaying tits, the hot steam rising around them, Amanda’s wet hair swaying as she furiously jerks him off.
She feels him tighten in her hand. She jerks faster until Justin lets out a long groan, hot streams of cum flowing from his cock. He cums on her hand, on her feet, against the wall.
Without thinking, she takes Justin’s shoulders, applying pressure as she pushes him down to his knees. “Now,” she informs him, taking hold of the railing. She towers over him, one leg wrapping over his shoulder, her heel in his back. She looks him in the eye. “Look at me. Look at me!” She gets his attention. “Madam isn’t finished yet,” she tells him, using her leg to pull his face into her crotch. “It’s time to eat pussy.”
With a hand on the back of his head, heel digging into his back, Amanda rolls her hips, feeling his wet tongue against her soaking wet pussy. She closes her eyes, feeling herself about to cum again…
