She was relieved to have earned a day off her work, the flexi hours suiting her, but she could never quell the instinct to stay late and get her assigned tasks completed. And so, the hours mounted and her employer insisted that she was due a day’s rest. More often than not it meant the time would be used for catching up with the housework and it would take up some of the hours of supposed rest.
Tomas, her husband, was away at work and would be late coming back to their neatly tended Hamburg home while her son, Richard, was studying hard at university and preparing for his finals along with his closest friend, Marco Dolfi, whom she and Tomas had agreed could stay with them for a few days. Fortunately, the two of them were not distracted by being in each other’s company whenever their studies allowed them a break. Too much was at stake and she admired them for their diligence.
The day was her own and, after gossiping on the phone to her friends, she now hummed along to a tune she heard on the radio that played in the kitchen and could just be heard, here in the upstairs bathroom where she was sorting out the family’s washing, but not Marco’s. That was for him to deal with when he went back to his student’s apartment, in a day or two, and before the exams began.
Once Tomas and the boys were gone, she had treated herself to a long shower and fretted about her weight that gave her forty-five-year-old body a voluptuous appearance. She also spent some time carefully shaving her mound until she had only a thin band of coarse hair left on show to each side of her slit. She’s all but smooth again, and a pair of skimpy panties and a thin bra were slipped on and worn under a pullover top with a ruffled waist hem and three-quarter bell sleeves that revealed her lightly tanned arms.
On her wrists, she had chosen to wear a multitude of bangled bracelets that often tinkled whenever she moved to do something. Her top was a favourite, the Aztec motifs scattered over a grey-blue background and the neckline revealing, but not overly much. A floaty white skirt, and some matching white flats, would do for her day at home with no plans at all. Even her sandy blonde hair was haphazardly brushed out and the parting none too straight.
With a bundle of washing in her arms, she skips lightly down the stairs and walks into the utility room, her flats clacking lightly on the floor.
“Hello, who’s there?” she calls out as she hears the front door being closed. It must be her studious son who has come home. Marco usually stayed over at the faculty and only came back much later in the day. “Make yourself some coffee, I’ll be with you in a moment!”
Her voice sounds light and happy, even if she is somewhat surprised that Richard is home much earlier than expected. Perhaps there has been a change in the study plans in his department. She sighs as it again occurs to her that her son will soon be gone, to take up an engineering appointment and is intent on leaving home. He’s a young man, after all, and with an independent spirit.
As she leans forward to sort out the washing, she hears a voice. “What a wonderful sight. Misses Wagener.”
She is shocked to see Marco standing in the doorway and, not for the first time, she sees him as a handsome young man, his shock of luxuriant and shiny black hair swept back from a slender and lightly bearded face. She’s taken delight in Marco’s appearance before, just as he has done moments ago in his shameless look upon her. Strangely, his appraising glances have done her good. They have eased the worry that she is losing control of her figure and her looks along with it.
He seems to have seen her bending forward and filling her arms with the washing, her movements revealing to him the cut of her sweater and the swell of her breasts, how her necklace dangled invitingly before settling on the freckled skin of her cleavage. She feels trapped in the moment, but at the same time she feels a shiver course through her body and that his look upon her has aroused. She is alone with a handsome young man, in her home.
But, he is allowed to be there as far as she is concerned. She won’t turn a young man away who looks sporty in his T-shirt and jeans, a leather jacket with the sleeves, at his wrists, unzipped. She decides to act cool and that she is in control of herself. She also wonders what Marco will do, now that they are together in quite different circumstances.
She responds to what he has said, calmly, as she gazes back at him and straightens up. “And what do you like the most, of what you have seen?”
“That seeing you like this, and how you looked at me just now, makes me want you even more. It’s been that way ever since I was invited to stay here with you all.”
The nerve of him! “And what are you going to do about it?”
She says it as she leans forward to pick up some washing that has fallen to the floor. She wants to know how he will react. Challengingly, he stands before her and says nothing. He will have seen again the tumble of her breasts as she leaned forward and then loaded the machine, bending to open a base unit’s door and take out the washing liquid. The machine is then turned on, every moment’s delay, in looking at him, a deliberate tease.
She has felt again the little flutters in her belly, the uncommon ache for the young man before her; feelings for Marco with his challenging stare and only too direct ways of answering her, whatever she is prompted to say, going beyond how it has been between them until now.
“I want to act on what I have imagined about you, Karoline,” he now tells her, his voice that of someone confident in what he is doing as he stands closer to her than before, but it seems to come to her out of the mist of nervy excitement.
She can feel how close he now is to her and she wiggles her hips, then moves away as if nothing has happened. And yet, Marco keeps closing the space between them and she can hear him breathe and feel his warmth. He’s impatient to know of her, but she decides to delay her submission. She doesn’t want to appear too easy, or that deciding to be unfaithful to Tomas is of no great concern. It is, but she also wants to be taken out of herself and the life that she has fallen into living with him.
“Oh, and what are your thoughts, exactly?”
What she has said provokes him to press against her. She can feel his arousal against her bum as she stands with her back turned towards him. Marco puts his arms around her and she shivers in response to his embrace. She does not want this sudden show of attention upon her, wayward as it is, to end.
“This is crazy, what you are doing, Marco,” she sighs.
“Is it?”
Marco’s breaths are on her cheek and she submits to his kisses, the press of his lips to her neck as his hands begin to stray downwards over her body and slowly cup her breasts. He takes his time before he holds them softly and begins to gently massage their tips, searching for her hardening nipples. She reaches up to hold his head, to keep his lips to her skin as they silently submit to the moments of exploration and acceptance of what has arisen between them without any notice.
They’re both being impetuous and she shivers on feeling how hard he is against her bum as Marco’s hand drifts downward, presses against her mound then pushes between her thighs and cups her sensitive place, his fingers poking in a slow, beguiling, rhythm.
“I had no idea that you felt this way about me!” she groans, her breath faltering as she languishes under his brazen caresses that have breached her defences. “Is it me, or the idea of me, that you want?”
“You…you.”
He has catalogued every curve of the woman, his friend’s mother; a woman that Richard had told him, in a moment of candour over a beer as they took a break from their studies, was often heard to be at odds with his father. Things were not as they seemed between them.
Slowly his hands drift upward again, caressing her thighs, and she feels his erection pressing against her, how he pushes to meet the clamp of her hand on him. Marco’s touches again drift down and one cups her mound, fingers pressing and offering sliding caresses as they press into her.
They are gentle, slow, and insistent. She hears his breaths faltering, being so intimately engaged with her seemingly enough, for now. He thrusts his hips forward and she feels his erection against her bum before he slowly pushes and sways, his hands gripping her breasts and she is tugged against him. This lusty young guy knows what he’s doing, and she’s wet, and hungers after him. Marco has already done so much for her, so far.
“Let me find you, Karoline,” he murmurs and kisses her ear, poking his tongue tip behind it, as his hands trail caresses down her thighs, between them and he gradually pulls up her skirt and they disappear, sweeping lightly over her skin. Then it is only one hand as the other is shoved under her sweater and cups her breasts, one then the other. Her nipples harden, ache with longing, and from her arousal, and he pinches and tugs on them, but not so hard that they hurt.
He’s driving her crazy. His hands work her as they stand against each other and he grips her chin with one hand and, staring for a moment, his hungering mouth crashes onto her lips. Their tongues explore. She feels his lust for her.
“What are you doing to me?” she gasps, her body feeling so alive, and she is a mother, an older woman lusted after by her son’s friend. She’s no slim and trendy chick, but fleshy and ripped out of her comfort zone by the seducing, and practised, claims of Marco.
His hands again trail down over her body, over her breasts, the soft swell of her tummy, between her legs, and into her skimpy panties, his fingers brushing over moist lips that he parts before probing into her neglected vagina. Now he is purposeful and insistent with his caresses, his fingers gliding in and out and she squirms out of pleasure. She gushes and keeps on hoping that this is just the beginning. He has awakened the lustful demon in her and she never gets a free rein when she’s with Tomas.
She wants Marco to keep on plaguing her with his fingers.
He moves them slowly between her pussy’s lips and passes her clit. She sighs and moans, can’t hold them back as the tempo of his fingering increases. She stands against him, trembling, hoping that he will use more fingers and claim her deeply, then ease out and smooth caresses over her pussy’s lips once more as if preparing her for his entry.
She has yet to see what he will bring. So far she has only felt him press against her buttocks, or she has clamped a hand on the swell in his jeans. All of it is not what she wants to do for him and with Marco. That much has become clear.
“Be patient for a little longer, Karoline. Don’t move,” he whispers warmly in her ear.
She stays rooted to the spot and hears him tug loose his belt and begin to strip off his jeans. She wonders if he is naked from the waist down and what she will see of him. The thought that he may be naked winds her up and has her shuddering at the thought of what she is so eagerly surrendering to, the homage of a horny young guy to her body.
Her skirt is pulled high, up around her waist, and his penis feels thick and strong. Marco coaxes her to part her feet so that he can stand closer against her. It’s clear what he now wants and his touches make her shiver in anticipation.
“Lean forward,” he commands, but his voice coaxes and does not demand it of her. She does so, leans on the countertop, and meets his kisses to her cheeks and neck, his fingers fumbling for the fastening of her skirt. He keeps coaxing her to lean forward.
“Marco!” she gasps and turns to see him kneel, his fingers caressing her forbidden place, the puckered skin to where no man has been. His fingers and thumb dance over her pussy and forbidden place; he nips kisses to her buttocks as she, finally, feels him tug down her panties and she steps out of them.
He stands, tapping the tip of his penis against her buttock, slides it over her slit, and then pokes her pussy’s opening with the domed tip.
Finally, she thinks and groans her demands. “Push it in and take me!”
“Do you like what I’m doing for you?”
“Yes! Go on!” she screeches.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes!” she answers in a strangled voice as he slides the tip of his penis into her, just enough to have her know what is to follow. She sighs and gasps for breath, his teasing ways with her body too much to bear. She wants to erase the thoughts of what she is doing and to have him take her. She wants to blot out everything, except the sensations of what he wants to pursue with her.
As his curled fingers caress her slit, his penis slides between her butt cheeks or it dips between her legs; he touches her forbidden place, the puckered skin, the sensation of it all impossible to withstand. He knows every sensitive place on a woman’s body, and she wonders where he could have learned of it so soon. Her son, and Marco’s friend, must have a side to him that she and Tomas know nothing of. He keeps his girlfriends out of their orbit, and Marco’s only been to stay a couple of times before. His infatuation with her must have been on a slow burn and now he is claiming her.
Marco stimulates all of her sensitive places as if at once, his fingers and hands, his lips and penis, find her and she shivers and groans in pleasure.
“Don’t stop…I’ve told you before!”
“And now this, and just for you!”
She gasps for breath as he enters her body, one hand slapping her buttocks as the other pushes her forward so that she leans on her elbows. Slowly he begins to fuck her and somehow fingers her forbidden spot at the same time. Marco arouses raging sensations, his humping movements maintained in quick strokes, his penis fully within her and she senses that he is overcome with pleasure; that he’s no longer in full control of what is happening.
“Don’t stop…don’t stop!” she calls out on halting breaths, her arms slipping on the worktop’s surface as he thumps into her. She feels herself drifting in ecstasy as he slides in and out, as one of Marco’s fingers still teases her forbidden spot, the wrinkled skin there. How she wants to see his penis and its domed tip slide in and out of her. Perhaps that will be for later.
“Let me see you!” she grunts, reaching back to scratch at his body. A moment’s pause is seen as her chance. Just at the moment that Marco thrusts in, she pushes back and feels him so deep and his finger enters her. Her gasp fills the room, and she keeps him to her with one hand.
“No…no!” he gasps, “not yet!”
It’s too late for her. Every part of her body tingles; the cramp of pleasure provokes her to succumb to her orgasm. She shakes and shudders as she does so and he moves in her, more in a slow dance now than to claim her. He has control, wonderfully so, and has not come yet, does not seem close.
She still leans forward to catch her breath and knows their tryst is far from over. She eases away from him and turns, shuffles onto the worktop, Marco’s height allowing his entry…when she wants that. But not yet. She glories in him, his lean face lightly bearded, his shock of black hair that is brushed back, its luxuriance. She sees his prick. How erect and strong it is, wonderfully ending in that glistening domed tip. She’s so glad that he has not come yet, lost it all in her. His penis is long and veined, his pubic hair coarse. She’s already felt it graze her skin where she allowed him in.
“Come here!” she demands and tugs on it to make him step closer. She holds his wondering stare and does not prevent his hands from sliding under her top, to slide behind her back and unhook her bra. She wants him to see her naked, to feel his mouth on her tits before she fucks with him, eye to eye, hungering mouths and hands claiming each other.
She works him, strokes and jerks his veined length with one hand as the other works his balls. Her thumb strokes that domed tip and she feels Marco shudder, his halting breaths on her lips as she gazes up at him. She jerks him off, slowly, as one hand feels the weight of his sac, its warmth, how ready he seems to be getting to let it all go.
He leans in to kiss her, their mouths open and they share in faltering breaths. She wants to control him and what is happening, but she’s unsure if she can do so for long. Their arms get in the way of the others as they fumble their caresses, their mouths close as they breathe.
She can plague and tease him, too, with her caresses and she pushes him away, sliding off the worktop and kneeling in front of him. Marco gasps.
“That too?” he smiles in wonder. His pal’s mother is going to mouth him.
She hasn’t let go of him and she holds Marco’s stare. She waits until his breathing has slowed down before she works him again, his testicles in one hand as the other slides caresses over his length and she bends her head to kiss the tip. She sucks and nibbles kisses, jerks on his prick before easing away. The look of pleasure to be seen on his face, the wondering caress of his hands to her breasts let her know that he is lost in the moment. His eyes flutter and she needs no encouragement to continue.
The domed tip passes her lips and she opens her mouth wider and sinks onto him, sucking and jerking on him with increasing urgency. She can tell from his breathing, his grip on her head, that this lustful young man is on the very edge of losing it. She feels his buttocks tense, as well as the muscles in his groin.
“I’m not letting go, not like this!” he cries out, yet still rocking, to-and-fro, to heighten the pleasure of what she is doing for him.
Karoline eases the tempo of her claims upon him and lets Marco slip out of her mouth, keeping on working him with her agile hands and fingers as she looks up at him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, being with me like this?” she challenges.
“You know I am!”
“But you want more?” she asks huskily, meeting again his hungering stare.
“How did you guess?” he laughs, reaching down to grasp her breasts and he pulls on them to draw her up to him. “I think you’ve just wanted to delay what’s going to happen now.”
“You want to fuck me?” she says, using a new word for her, but in all-too-common usage with people of his age. She reaches down for him and pushes his erect penis between her legs. “I want what you bring in me!”
She glares at him now, his friend’s mother has been seduced, and the lustful woman reawakened by the young guy before her.
Marco looks back at her in amazement. “No more teasing and touching, but for real?”
“Yes, now bring it to me and make what we’ve done real…all of it!”
She’s lifted onto the counter once more and spreads her legs, touches the swollen lips of her pussy, and reaches out to him. Her hands grip his buttocks and she looks down, seeing him tap the tip of that wonderfully long and thick love wand at her slit before he slowly pushes in.
Her pussy’s muscles begin to clamp on him and she draws Marco in, slowly, then on a long circling thrust he enters her deeply.
Marco looks away, up at the ceiling, as she works him, caresses his buttocks, and grips them as he begins to rhythmically thrust into her, grunting and breathing deeply in pleasure.
“How I hoped that it would happen…that I could go with you!” he gasps, her wrenching movements, the clamp of her pussy’s muscles on him, arousing shivers of pleasure and the unbearable tightening of his muscles to keep him from expelling his lust into her.
“Go on!” she cries out, biting on her lips to stifle her groans, snatching breaths when she can, such is the lustful tempo of his pounding of her body and her demands on him. He’s good, energetic, and sublimely lustful. Marco pokes and swirls his prick in her and she has to cling to him, her arms around his neck as his taking of her is unrelenting.
Her legs ache and he coaxes her to lie back and place her legs on his shoulders. His strong hands pull her onto him. She moves so that he finds her weak spots. He keeps on humping her, thrusts lustfully and she feels his balls slap against her slit.
Where can she go with this, the raging pleasure that this young man has so impetuously brought upon her?
She feels so full of him as Marco lingers so deep inside her. Her body feels aflame with longing and the rage of needing release, his resumption of animalistic rutting taking her to the edge, his positioning of her on the worktop, and what he does with his prick, lending his actions a deeper intensity.
How wonderful to be taken by a lustful and well-hung young man: to be fucked when she had no idea of what would be happening on her day off.
“Marco…Marco!” she groans, “I…I can’t hold on…I can’t!”
“I’m with you. Karoline…beautiful and loving woman!” His pounding on her is no longer controlled. Raw instincts have taken over as he takes her, Karoline’s groans, and caresses, an incitement to his actions.
“Give it all…lose it in me!” she gasps, arching her back and succumbing to the flood of sensations that his ejaculation arouses in her. They spasm together, the bolts of his semen provoking groans of acknowledgment and satisfaction. They are both lost in the ecstasy of sharing in the act, of a woman coupling, uninhibitedly, with a much younger man. “Give it to me until you’ve got nothing left, you darling. You’re a darling for wanting me so!”
Out of reflex, they keep on rutting but his grip on her thighs slowly lessens as does the sinuous movements of his hips as they come down from their highs of unconfined pleasure.
“It’s never been so good for me, before,” he kisses and Marco looks down at her, resting on extended arms as Karoline continues to keep him to her. He moves in her and does not want the sensation of being possessed to end. “I…I should grab my things and go. I should not, cannot stay here any longer after what I have done with you. I could not keep from touching you.”
She shivers as he draws out of her and she sits up, her fleshy legs dangling over the edge of the worktop. Their tryst has been wild and uncomfortable, but the pleasure has been undeniable. She is naked before him, her breasts drooping and her nipples sore from his sucking and tugging on them. Her young lover has been an expert in seducing everything from her before they fucked.
“Perhaps you should, Marco. There’s only so much I can take in one day and you have made it one that I won’t ever forget.”
He watches her get dressed, slip on her nicks and skirt, and that wonderful sweater with its Aztec motifs, her breasts looking fuller and heavier as they push against the fabric. The fleshy woman had worked him so well, and he had used every trick to please her and himself.
“I’ll find Richard and tell him I’m going back to my apartment, that I have stuff there to revise.”
“Say nothing of this, any of it, will you?” she asks, her voice suddenly fearful.
“No, I would never do that….betray you in that way.”
“No,” she replies and waits until he goes up the stairs to the room that he had slept in and collect the few things he had brought with him for his stay.
She had betrayed Tomas, but she had also been loved in ways that had reawakened the passionate woman she thought herself to be.
Moments like these happened only too rarely, thankfully, but she had no regrets about what had been pursued. Tomas would come home to a new woman, and she would slowly rekindle what had once been a loving marriage. Marco had opened her eyes to what had been lost but might soon be regained.
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