Some say the quality of a writer's work is measured in his experiences. Write what you know. My literary calling, therefore, must be as a raconteur of mindless age play erotica.
Because eleven years ago, when I was the young age of, ahem, 18, and under the wilting sun of middle America, I had a scorching affair with a 36-year-old woman. She was also my classmate's mom, my boss and, strictly speaking, married.
First let's get one disclaimer and some context out of the way.
Disclaimer: This story is 98% true. As in, everything but ages, names and location happened exactly as I describe – so far as my aging mind remembers everything.
Context: It was the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. My small town, much like, say, Lawrence, KS, was a tiny blight of intellectual horseshit along vast stretches of corn and soy fields. The winters were as painfully frigid as the summers were agonizingly hot and humid. I was a reasonably nice kid, I think. But I still spent half the day masturbating to shitty porn (and get boners for no fucking reason the other half). I was a virgin, obviously.
I had gotten a summer job through an incredible stroke of luck. It was the perfect gig for someone like me (young, dumb, full of cum): new casting couch videos snack peddler at the local community pool. That classmate I mentioned? Turns out his mom had purchased the rights to run the porn of the dead concession stand for the summer. She needed help, so she hired me. We'll call her "Maude."
Things with Maude started out innocently enough. I was a hard worker, which she liked, constantly thanking me for keeping busy during the hours between adult swims. But eventually I'd run out of floors to sweep or hot dog carousels to clean, and we'd end up talking. Well, she did most of the talking. Mostly about her husband and how they met and what problems he was creating and how annoying it was that he worked nights while she raised their family. Eventually she even started mentioning her husband's insatiability in the bedroom. I listened to it all without judgment or an agenda. Deity as my witness, my exclusive motivation was to be a good employee. She was the boss.
Guys, if you take nothing from this meandering tale, at least remember this: the single most effective aphrodisiac for a thirtysomething mom is a lustless ear. She just wants someone to talk to. Because, while my motives remained fully ingenuous, her feelings for me were growing. She casting couch videos started inviting me over for dinner with the family.
In fact, that's how it started. She told me she was worried that Tim (her son, my classmate) didn't have any friends and he'd love it if I came over for dinner. I didn't see anything wrong with it, so I agreed. And there I was, sitting around a table with Tim, his two siblings, Maude and her husband. They were great, all of them. The husband and I shared some hearty laughs and interesting conversation. Very comfortable, very hospitable, nothing special.
Maude proposed we all watch a movie after dinner. Tim, his brother and I queued some shitty DVD sci-fi flick while Maude and the hubby put their little girl to bed. Maude came down the stairs alone, letting us know hubby was too tired and went to bed.
I was on the lone occupant of their long couch, sitting upright at its far end, closest to the TV. Maude came and sat down right next to me while the opening credits rolled. Eventually she yawned, stretched out on her stomach and rested her chin on my leg.
Roughly then I started to clue in on the situation. The movie had her sons rapt, so I started running my hands over her back. She said it felt good so I kept at it. A bit more firmly but never below the belt. She eventually turned her head and closed her eyes; I figured she was relaxed and falling asleep. It was a very sensual vibe. Didn't stop stroking her back, up and down, but on the return flight I slowly let my fingers inch up to her neck, then to her cheek. Frankly, I wasn't sure she was awake. But on the third or fourth upward pass, when my fingers reached her cheek, she turned her head slightly and adult casting couch took my index and middle fingers in her mouth. She sucked hard on them and even let out a tiny groan. I was shocked. And, in an instant, completely fucking hard.
She wrapped herself in a blanket, turned to her side to face me and away from her sons, resting her cheek again on my leg. I put my hand under the blanket to lift up her shirt, and pulled the cup of her bra over her left breast. Her nipple was long and erect. I circled it with my index finger before pulling on it gently. I watched her lips press together and her face tighten as she tried to muffle her reaction. I tried to slide my hand into her shorts but she grabbed my hand and mouthed "no" up to me. Her expression was not angry, just desperate. As if to say, "if you touch me there I'll lose it."
So I wandered my fingers back up to her tits and played with her glorious nipples for another 20 minutes or so. The movie was over and I was waiting for Tim to call it a night, but he never complied. I had gotten quite frustrated by this point, rock hard and aching. I knew there was no chance for relief for me personally, but I wanted to touch her pussy, feel the wetness I'd been missing and try to help her orgasm (because even then I knew a woman's orgasm is simply the most beautiful of creations). And when the pulsing of my cock and her muffled torture nearly gave way, Tim finally got up to take a piss.
She sat up facing me, again with her desperate, wide-eyed "no, please" look. I looked her in the eye as I unbuttoned her shorts and she tried to stop my hand again, whispering "no you don't understand. If you put your hand down there I swear I won't be able to stop myself. Please. Please." Which only sent my flames higher. I turned my palm to her lower belly and shoved my right hand down her panties. I slid my middle finger into her and wrapped my left arm around her back. She immediately lapsed into convulsions, writhing in all directions while I shoved two fingers in and out of her. She wanted to scream but stayed mostly quiet as she jerked from side to side, back and forth, eyes clenched shut and face strained by waves of insane pleasure.
This all happened in the span of 90 seconds. Tim returned, and we all agreed it was bedtime. I wasn't able to relieve the intense pressure in my balls and permahard cock. Sleep was hard to come by.
Eventually I did fall asleep, and the next morning she came into the room they'd lent me to have the talk. She smiled drunkenly and told me the house was mostly empty (Tim asleep, hubby and everyone else gone). We giggled at how crazy the night was as she sat at the side of my bed next to me. Eventually she got to her point: "I'm married. That can never happen again."
But being the brash and confident stupid young man I was, I didn't respond directly. Instead, I pulled down the blanket, took my cock out of my shorts and put her hand on it. "But I really want you to touch me." She stared into me with the same desperate look and immediately started gasping as she stroked. I pushed her head down and she sucked me to a very quick and mind-shattering explosion. I never asked, but I swear she had an orgasm just from giving me head.
This woman was a true nymphomaniac. She couldn't say no. All I had to do was look at her and her expression changed to an unmistakable "fuck me now." I spent the rest of the summer pinning her up against the ice machine in the back room of the concession stand. When the summer was over she confessed she'd fallen in love with me, and that she and her family were moving to another state. I told her I'd miss her, which was mostly true, but that I understood and wished her well. Never heard from Maude again, which in hindsight was definitely a good thing.
Besides, I had a lifetime supply of fapping material and some incredible stories to tell.
mister__mystery_
Because eleven years ago, when I was the young age of, ahem, 18, and under the wilting sun of middle America, I had a scorching affair with a 36-year-old woman. She was also my classmate's mom, my boss and, strictly speaking, married.
First let's get one disclaimer and some context out of the way.
Disclaimer: This story is 98% true. As in, everything but ages, names and location happened exactly as I describe – so far as my aging mind remembers everything.
Context: It was the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. My small town, much like, say, Lawrence, KS, was a tiny blight of intellectual horseshit along vast stretches of corn and soy fields. The winters were as painfully frigid as the summers were agonizingly hot and humid. I was a reasonably nice kid, I think. But I still spent half the day masturbating to shitty porn (and get boners for no fucking reason the other half). I was a virgin, obviously.
I had gotten a summer job through an incredible stroke of luck. It was the perfect gig for someone like me (young, dumb, full of cum): new casting couch videos snack peddler at the local community pool. That classmate I mentioned? Turns out his mom had purchased the rights to run the porn of the dead concession stand for the summer. She needed help, so she hired me. We'll call her "Maude."
Things with Maude started out innocently enough. I was a hard worker, which she liked, constantly thanking me for keeping busy during the hours between adult swims. But eventually I'd run out of floors to sweep or hot dog carousels to clean, and we'd end up talking. Well, she did most of the talking. Mostly about her husband and how they met and what problems he was creating and how annoying it was that he worked nights while she raised their family. Eventually she even started mentioning her husband's insatiability in the bedroom. I listened to it all without judgment or an agenda. Deity as my witness, my exclusive motivation was to be a good employee. She was the boss.
Guys, if you take nothing from this meandering tale, at least remember this: the single most effective aphrodisiac for a thirtysomething mom is a lustless ear. She just wants someone to talk to. Because, while my motives remained fully ingenuous, her feelings for me were growing. She casting couch videos started inviting me over for dinner with the family.
In fact, that's how it started. She told me she was worried that Tim (her son, my classmate) didn't have any friends and he'd love it if I came over for dinner. I didn't see anything wrong with it, so I agreed. And there I was, sitting around a table with Tim, his two siblings, Maude and her husband. They were great, all of them. The husband and I shared some hearty laughs and interesting conversation. Very comfortable, very hospitable, nothing special.
Maude proposed we all watch a movie after dinner. Tim, his brother and I queued some shitty DVD sci-fi flick while Maude and the hubby put their little girl to bed. Maude came down the stairs alone, letting us know hubby was too tired and went to bed.
I was on the lone occupant of their long couch, sitting upright at its far end, closest to the TV. Maude came and sat down right next to me while the opening credits rolled. Eventually she yawned, stretched out on her stomach and rested her chin on my leg.
Roughly then I started to clue in on the situation. The movie had her sons rapt, so I started running my hands over her back. She said it felt good so I kept at it. A bit more firmly but never below the belt. She eventually turned her head and closed her eyes; I figured she was relaxed and falling asleep. It was a very sensual vibe. Didn't stop stroking her back, up and down, but on the return flight I slowly let my fingers inch up to her neck, then to her cheek. Frankly, I wasn't sure she was awake. But on the third or fourth upward pass, when my fingers reached her cheek, she turned her head slightly and adult casting couch took my index and middle fingers in her mouth. She sucked hard on them and even let out a tiny groan. I was shocked. And, in an instant, completely fucking hard.
She wrapped herself in a blanket, turned to her side to face me and away from her sons, resting her cheek again on my leg. I put my hand under the blanket to lift up her shirt, and pulled the cup of her bra over her left breast. Her nipple was long and erect. I circled it with my index finger before pulling on it gently. I watched her lips press together and her face tighten as she tried to muffle her reaction. I tried to slide my hand into her shorts but she grabbed my hand and mouthed "no" up to me. Her expression was not angry, just desperate. As if to say, "if you touch me there I'll lose it."
So I wandered my fingers back up to her tits and played with her glorious nipples for another 20 minutes or so. The movie was over and I was waiting for Tim to call it a night, but he never complied. I had gotten quite frustrated by this point, rock hard and aching. I knew there was no chance for relief for me personally, but I wanted to touch her pussy, feel the wetness I'd been missing and try to help her orgasm (because even then I knew a woman's orgasm is simply the most beautiful of creations). And when the pulsing of my cock and her muffled torture nearly gave way, Tim finally got up to take a piss.
She sat up facing me, again with her desperate, wide-eyed "no, please" look. I looked her in the eye as I unbuttoned her shorts and she tried to stop my hand again, whispering "no you don't understand. If you put your hand down there I swear I won't be able to stop myself. Please. Please." Which only sent my flames higher. I turned my palm to her lower belly and shoved my right hand down her panties. I slid my middle finger into her and wrapped my left arm around her back. She immediately lapsed into convulsions, writhing in all directions while I shoved two fingers in and out of her. She wanted to scream but stayed mostly quiet as she jerked from side to side, back and forth, eyes clenched shut and face strained by waves of insane pleasure.
This all happened in the span of 90 seconds. Tim returned, and we all agreed it was bedtime. I wasn't able to relieve the intense pressure in my balls and permahard cock. Sleep was hard to come by.
Eventually I did fall asleep, and the next morning she came into the room they'd lent me to have the talk. She smiled drunkenly and told me the house was mostly empty (Tim asleep, hubby and everyone else gone). We giggled at how crazy the night was as she sat at the side of my bed next to me. Eventually she got to her point: "I'm married. That can never happen again."
But being the brash and confident stupid young man I was, I didn't respond directly. Instead, I pulled down the blanket, took my cock out of my shorts and put her hand on it. "But I really want you to touch me." She stared into me with the same desperate look and immediately started gasping as she stroked. I pushed her head down and she sucked me to a very quick and mind-shattering explosion. I never asked, but I swear she had an orgasm just from giving me head.
This woman was a true nymphomaniac. She couldn't say no. All I had to do was look at her and her expression changed to an unmistakable "fuck me now." I spent the rest of the summer pinning her up against the ice machine in the back room of the concession stand. When the summer was over she confessed she'd fallen in love with me, and that she and her family were moving to another state. I told her I'd miss her, which was mostly true, but that I understood and wished her well. Never heard from Maude again, which in hindsight was definitely a good thing.
Besides, I had a lifetime supply of fapping material and some incredible stories to tell.
mister__mystery_