Snowman’s Seduction
I was feeling playful as I stepped out into the winter wonderland that morning. The snow had fallen heavily overnight, blanketing the entire neighborhood in a pristine white layer. It was a perfect day to indulge in some childlike fun, and I decided to build a snowman in my backyard. Little did I know that my playful endeavor would lead to an unexpected and steamy encounter with my teenage neighbor, Roy.
As I bundled up in my warm coat, scarf, and gloves, I couldn’t help but feel excited about the prospect of shaping the snow into a jolly snowman. I stepped out into my backyard, the snow crunching under my boots, and began my task. I rolled the snow into three large balls, stacking them on top of each other to form the classic snowman shape. With a carrot for a nose, coal for eyes, and a playful smile, my creation came to life. I stepped back to admire my work, feeling a sense of satisfaction and joy.
Unbeknownst to me, my activities had caught the attention of Roy, the 18-year-old heartthrob from next door. He had been watching me from his bedroom window, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Roy had always been a bit of a troublemaker, with his charming smile and flirtatious demeanor. He found the sight of me, a mature and sophisticated woman, playing in the snow irresistibly alluring.
As I finished adding the final touches to my snowman, I heard a voice call out from behind me.
“Hey, Sharon! That snowman looks amazing!”
I turned around to see Roy standing there, his brown hair tousled, and a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in my tight jeans and the way my thick sweater accentuated my curves. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite name.
“Why thank you, Roy,” I replied, feeling a bit flustered. “I thought it would be a fun way to spend the morning.”
“It’s freezing out here,” he said, taking a step closer. “Why don’t you come inside for some hot chocolate? My parents are out of town for the weekend, so I’ve got the place to myself.”
I hesitated for a moment, considering the invitation. I knew Roy was a few years younger than me, but his confident demeanor and the spark of desire in his eyes intrigued me. I decided to accept, curious to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.
“Alright, a hot drink sounds lovely,” I agreed, brushing the snow off my gloves.
We walked side by side into Roy’s house, the warmth of the interior instantly enveloping us. The living room was cozy, with a large fireplace crackling in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room. I removed my coat and gloves, feeling the heat seep into my chilled bones.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Roy said, his voice low and inviting. “I’ll go make the hot chocolate.”
I sat on the plush sofa, the soft fabric caressing my skin, and watched as Roy disappeared into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but admire his lithe, muscular body as he moved, the way his jeans hugged his firm buttocks. There was an air of youthful energy and raw sexuality about him that I found captivating.
He returned moments later with two steaming mugs, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. He handed me one and sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my body, and felt a tingle of anticipation.
“So, Sharon,” Roy began, his voice husky. “What brings you out in this weather? I’ve never seen anyone so enthusiastic about building a snowman.”
I smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Oh, I just felt like doing something fun and spontaneous. It’s not every day we get such a beautiful snowfall.”
“I can see that you’re a woman who knows how to enjoy life,” he said, his gaze intense. “And I must say, I find that incredibly attractive.”
My heart raced as I realized the direction this conversation was taking. Roy’s boldness and the way he looked at me made me feel desired in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I leaned back into the sofa, feeling the heat from the fire on my face.
“You’re quite the charmer, Roy,” I said, my voice low. “I must admit, I find your youthful energy irresistible.”
His eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam, and he leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “I’ve always had a thing for older women, Sharon. They know what they want, and they’re not afraid to go after it.”
I felt a rush of excitement as his words confirmed my suspicions. I turned to face him, our bodies now inches apart. His green eyes held mine, and I could see the desire burning within him.
“And what do you want, Roy?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I want you,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “I’ve been watching you from my window, fantasizing about this moment. I want to make those fantasies come true.”
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I had always been one to embrace my desires, and the idea of being wanted by this young, virile man was exhilarating. I placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath my touch.
“And I want you, too,” I whispered, my breath quickening. “Right here, right now.”
Without another word, Roy leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, and I responded eagerly, our tongues dancing in a heated rhythm. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through my sweater, making me gasp into his mouth.
With skilled fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my cleavage. He kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire on my skin, before taking a nipple into his mouth through the lace. I arched my back, moaning softly as he suckled and teased, his hands now sliding under my sweater to caress my bare skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “I want to see all of you.”
I helped him remove my blouse and bra, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in my full, round globes, my nipples already hard and begging for attention. He wasted no time, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue.
“Oh, Roy,” I sighed, running my fingers through his hair. “That feels incredible.”
He switched to the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth on the first, squeezing and kneading, while his tongue and teeth teased the sensitive peak. I squirmed on the sofa, my body on fire, my core throbbing with need.
“I want to taste all of you,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I wanted him to taste me, to feel his mouth on my most intimate places. I spread my legs, inviting him to explore, and he eagerly accepted the invitation.
Roy slid down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my stomach, making me quiver with anticipation. He reached my jeans and unbuttoned them slowly, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin as he slid them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, my breath coming in short gasps as I anticipated his touch.
My panties were the last barrier, and he hooked his fingers into the sides, slowly pulling them down, revealing my glistening folds. I was already wet and ready for him, my arousal evident. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of my exposed pussy, before leaning in to inhale my scent.
“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice hoarse.
He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, making me tremble, before finally pressing his mouth to my core. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I cried out, my hands gripping the sofa cushions. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into my wetness, finding my sweet spot with ease.
“Oh my God, Roy,” I panted, my hips thrusting involuntarily. “That’s it, right there.”
He continued to lavish attention on my aching clit, his fingers now sliding into my slick heat, stroking and curling, finding all the right spots. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on the brink of orgasm, when he suddenly stopped.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I whimpered in protest, my body craving release. He stood and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his toned, youthful body and a thick, erect cock that throbbed with need. He knelt between my spread legs, his eyes locked on mine.
“I want to watch your face as I fuck you,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
With that, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside. I gasped as he filled me, stretching and pleasing me in a way that only a man could. He paused, letting me adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm.
He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, filling me to the hilt. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he repeated this slow, torturous pace, driving me wild with need.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “So tight and wet.”
I matched his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The fire crackled in the background, the flames dancing over our naked bodies, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
I did as he asked, my fingers finding my swollen bud, circling and rubbing as he pounded into me. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap.
“That’s it, Sharon,” he grunted, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me see you fall apart.”
His words were the final push I needed. I cried out, my body convulsing around his cock as I climaxed, my juices flowing freely. He continued to thrust, his own release building, until with a final, powerful stroke, he came, filling me with his hot seed.
We collapsed onto the sofa, our bodies still joined, our hearts racing. I looked into his eyes, seeing the satisfaction and desire that mirrored my own.
“That was incredible,” I breathed, stroking his face.
“Just the beginning,” he promised, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I have so many more fantasies to fulfill with you, Sharon.”
I smiled, feeling a thrill of anticipation. This was just the start of our steamy weekend affair, and I couldn’t wait to explore all the pleasures Roy had in store for me.
Pool Masturbation
I’ve always enjoyed masturbating in the shower with the shower massager. The hard stream of water hitting my clit feels fantastic and I’ve done it in pools with the water that comes out of the side of them and in hot tubs as well. I was housesitting for a friend of mine that had a pool and I was happy to volunteer to do it since I could use the pool the whole time I was looking after the house and I swam daily when I’d go over and check on things.
One thing I hadn’t planned on though was her teenaged cousin coming over to swim as well and I didn’t see him. I was nude in the pool and they live in the country so I didn’t need to be quiet, as there was no one around for miles. I am really loud when I cum and I wasn’t paying attention to anything except that water on my clit from the pool side and I was moaning loudly. I was really enjoying myself and felt as though I was being watched. I looked up and saw this kid on the upper deck watching me and stroking his cock. He was on the phone with someone and I assumed he was having phone sex with them as I could see him rubbing his hard, young shaft up and down. He saw me look at him. I didn’t care I was so into my water masturbation I wasn’t going to stop just because he was there.
He didn’t seem too concerned either and continued to leisurely stroke his cock and I could feel the water shooting right on my clit from the water jet. He was talking naughty on the phone, I could hear a few words he was saying and I let out a huge moan when I came and I saw his cum shoot up into the air in an arc a few seconds later. His call ended shortly after he came and he walked over to the edge of the pool and knelt down and I started sucking on his young cock. He may have had phone sex, but he was about to have real sex!
Encounter With The MILF
I am a hot and horny MILF, and I am very lucky that I live not far from a couple of the universities in my city, that are teeming with young men. I’ve gone many times to the college bars and found some handsome young men that needed no persuading to come back to my house with me. I’ve also on several occasions hired young men to do odd jobs for me and well, once you have them in your home, it’s not difficult to actually get one thing to lead to another.
There was a young man last month I had fun with several times. I’d gone on the university website where they have a classifieds section of ones offering jobs and ones seeking jobs, and this young lad was seeking some work and I had a coupe of small things I wanted done. One was I’d recently redecorated my bedroom and I wanted to rearrange the furniture, but it was too big and heavy for me to do it myself, so I thought this was a fast, less than twenty minute job for a strong, young guy, so I emailed him and he said he could come by later that night and do it. It wasn’t going to cost much, and I’d get to see if he was to my liking by watching him up close.
He came over a few hours later and I led him up to my bedroom and he moved the pieces around where I wanted them and he sat down for a moment to catch his breath and I started to rub his shoulders and tell him it would feel better if I worked on his muscles a little bit. He didn’t stop me. I got us some lemonade and we chatted for a bit and he seemed like a nice guy. I asked him casually if he had a girlfriend and he said no, not at the moment, and then I asked him if he happened to like older women. He blushed and sheepishly answered yes, he always had a thing for a friend of his mom’s and he’d fantasized about being with an older woman many times, but the opportunity had just never come up to do anything about it, but maybe one day it would.
I grinned and said maybe this was his lucky day! I replied I liked the company of much younger men, I was in my mid forties, and enjoyed the boys half my age, right about his age. I could see the rising bulge in his pants, and I made no bones about the fact I found him attractive. His boyish looks, his youthful manner. I wanted him and I knew I could get him. I stood up and led him to the bed and sat him down on the edge of it. I knelt down on my knees before him and reached up and unbuckled his pants and unzipped him and reached in and got out his manhood. He didn’t stop me. I took it in my hands and caressed it gently and then licked the head of it as I looked him right in the eyes. He was still blushing a bit, but he certainly was in no hurry to get up and go.
I sucked and I licked him until I was rewarded with a mouthful of his young cum. He was breathing heavily, and was still quite aroused. At that age of course, they spring back to life in a few seconds at times and I pushed him on his back and stripped off the rest of his clothes and then my own and was totally nude before him, the slutty cougar that had lured him here to have her way with a young, willing man. I straddled him and eased down on his shaft and was soon slowly and rhythmically rocking back and forth on top of him, my wetness coating him and giving us much more pleasure.
I brought his hands to my breasts and he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples and they were soon erect and standing at attention as I rotated my hips in tiny circles as I ground down upon him seeking my own release. I picked up my pace and was riding him harder and faster and soon came all over his cock and my contractions milked him within me and in seconds I triggered his own orgasm and I was flooded with his young seed inside of me. We both lay there, him still inside of me, catching our breath, and then I rolled off of him and lay beside him, my hands running over his smooth, young chest. I asked him if he’d enjoyed his first time with a cougar and he grinned and nodded and said yes. I asked if he’d like to see me again and he said any time I wanted, to just text him and he’d try and get over here as soon as he could. I am so glad I have a way with the young men.
Volunteering At The Soup Kitchen, Finding Young Cock
This friend of mine is quite the do gooder, and she asked if I’d help her out at the soup kitchen on Christmas Eve. I said I guess I could spare a few hours. I was with my family the next day, but could help with their dinner shift. There was a very good looking college student there along with the rest of the volunteers. His parents were part of the ones that put it on, so of course he helped at it. The whole time I was there I couldn’t stop staring at him, fuck he was gorgeous!
I think he noticed me staring, since it didn’t take him long to make his way over to me, and he was not only cute, he was cheeky too! He stood next to me just a little too close and I wasn’t complaining at all. When the shift was over and we were finished for the night and everyone was fed and the kitchen cleaned up, he asked if he could offer me a ride home, I had come with my friend and I wanted to go with him, so I told her and she snickered and left and I went to his car with him.
As soon as we were on the road he said he knew I’d been watching him the whole night and he knew I wanted his young cock. I opened my mouth to speak but decided to just remain silent. He asked if he was wrong and I said no. He pulled up to my driveway and walked me to the door and when I opened the door he followed me in and pressed me against the door, pinning my wrists above my head and kissing me hard. I opened my mouth to let our tongues explore one another and I was already dripping wet in anticipation of his cock in me.
We walked to the bedroom, peeling off each other’s clothes as we walked and were soon falling onto the bed and our hands were all over each other. My legs opened and my already moist pussy lips opened eagerly for his young cock and soon plunged it inside of me and I could feel my juices squishing over his young, hard cock. I wrapped my legs around him pulled him as deep inside as I could get him. He was gliding against my clit with every thrust of his hot, hard cock, bringing me closer to cumming with every pump of his dick into me. We kissed and fucked with abandon and I loved that he was barely legal, the thrill of that never escaped me. It wasn’t long until I clenched around his young cock and came and milked his young balls as he shot his load into me, and we collapsed breathless. Volunteering indeed seemed to have its advantages!
Your Girlfriend’s Mom
Cougars and MILF’s have long held an appeal for most younger men. Not all guys are into that and it always surprises me that some would rather have someone their own age instead of someone more experienced or enthusiastic, but people like different things, so cougars aren’t for everyone. Many guys I’ve talked to over the years at one point of another had a real attraction to the mom of their girlfriend.
One even went so far as to say the orgasms he had while masturbating and fantasizing about his girlfriend’s mom were better than actually having sex with his girlfriend. I’m sure she’d have been thrilled to hear that. He’d fantasized for years about going over to his girlfriend’s house looking for her and finding her mom and her telling him the girlfriend was out, and of course she decided to entertain him while he waited. Or her finding him jerking off and deciding to help him and join.
How many guys were having these sorts of fantasies? A lot, I can’t even count the number of guys over the years that have confessed lusting after their wife’s mom, or even stealing her dirty panties and jerking off into them. The Graduate with Dustin Hoffman brought this scenario to life decades ago, and eve since long before that movie, young men have wanted the older, more experienced woman to show them the ropes, and what an appealing scenario it is! Not all women are lusting after the young guys, but some of us can’t wait to get our paws on them.
