I was relaxing in my palatial, modern bathroom taking a long, hot bath that was filled with expensive oils and salts. I had spent a lot of money getting the bathroom of my dreams, but I deserved it. Heated floors, Italian tiles, expensive lotions, mirrored walls, and every sex-toy imaginable made this retreat my favorite little corner of the world. Normally I kept it to myself, and only a few of my favorite studs were allowed to come in on occasion for a well planned day of wet, hot sex. I had caught my daughter using it once, defiling it so she could take a shower with her dyke-bitch girlfriend. I punished both of them severely with my largest black strap-on cock, and my daughter's slut was so humiliated they broke up. My daughter never quite forgave me but I really couldn't give a shit.
I was reading an erotic novel, one of the really dirty ones where the desperately horny housewife meets a number of muscular, successful men who make it their sole mission in life to fuck her brains out and buy her expensive things. They all had big cocks and lots of money. I had just gotten to a good part. A rich, handsome Spanish contractor had just given the main character a diamond bracelet and asked her to leave her unsatisfying husband. She refuses at first, but then he pulls out his big, steamy cock and fucks her in her marital bed, ejaculating deep into her neglected love-hole. I wish I could meet a man like that, not like my ex-husband. Who needed love when you had money and mind-blowing sex?
I was now aroused enough that I was ready to finish myself off. I could have brought myself to orgasm with my hand, but I wanted something with a little more of a kick to it, like I imagined the handsome Spanish contractor would give. I stepped out of the bath and walked over to the other to the counter to see what sex-toys I had at my disposal, all the while keeping myself on the verge of cumming with my expert fingers.
I saw myself in the dripping, steamy mirror and admired my lewd, voluptuous body. My normally waver brown hair was straight and wet, sticking to my arched back and draping off my thick ass. My stomach was flat though, and my waist showed all those long hours I spent in the gym doing cardio . . . and fucking younger men. My breasts were large, firm, and defied gravity with impossible vigor. I had fucked a lot of plastic surgeons to keep them that way as I entered the later part of my forties.
I didn't hate getting old, I had spent my youth well, getting fucked by the fattest cocks and marrying men with the fattest wallets. I did everything and regretted noting, and now I was going to do myself. I grabbed a large purple vibrator I had next to my expensive lotions and licked it down, slickening it with my spit and imaging it to be the proud member of the Spanish contractor, pulsing with adulterous lust. I flipped the switch at the base of the thick plastic cock, turning it on and making it vibrate with unnatural power. I was going to fuck myself so silly with this I would need a nap . . .
But then I heard a window break. It was close enough that I knew it was in my house. I calmly put down my pseudo-Spanish boyfriend and grabbed a thin, silk kimono that I had nearby without bothering to dry off. I didn't know if it was a burglar breaking in or just some punk who lost his baseball, but either way, someone was about to get my foot up their ass.
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"Damn, who knew such a fine ass milf lived here," the cocky little boy complimented me as I opened the front door to my house. He didn't even bother looking at my face, but I suppose my giant wet tits weren't very covered by the almost transparent silk kimono I wore.
I had guessed correctly that a little punk had broken one of my windows with his baseball, as evident by the baseball glove he was wearing. He was a cute little bastard, I had to admit, as I checked him out in return. He was very short for a boy of 18 or 19, the top of his head only coming to my collar bone. His skin was a tannish brown, several shades darker than my own tan skin, so I guessed he must have had some Hispanic heritage, especially considering his dark brown hair and sparkling dark eyes. His young body was a sexy mix of boyish good looks, a baby smooth face, and a musculature that seemed cut from stone.
His clothes he wore would have been slutty on a girl, so they were even more provocative on a boy. A ludicrously short tank top that revealed most of his six-pack abs, a pair of cutoff jean shorts that were so tight on his strong, hairless legs that I could clearly make out his impressive bulge. He held a baseball bat propped up over a shoulder, and his baseball cap advertised a team called the 'Cocks.' When I was a girl this kind of clothing was only worn by very openly gay men, but recently it had gotten popular with young straight boys in my town. There was defiantly nothing gay about this horny little stud, and something about his raw boyish sexiness convinced me he had no trouble getting young, eager little girls to drop their panties.
Normally a sexy little boy like this would have turned on my cougar instincts instantly and I would have made a snack of him, but the only think I loved more than sex was the sanctity of my home, and this cocky little shit had violated that. I was fuming with anger, steam still rising from my dripping body, and my face must have been a mask of hate.
But the little stud boy didn't even notice my anger, or if he did he didn't care. He openly glared at my tits, hard, body, and long legs with perverse appreciation. His face had the cockiest little smirk I had ever seen, like a cat that had just gotten all the canaries and milk he could eat.
"My face is up here," I pointed upward to my angry face with my middle finger, subtly telling him to go fuck himself.
"It sure is, mamacita. Does that pretty face know where my baseball is?" He was unmoved by my anger. He stretched his back using the baseball bat, holding it with both hands behind his back, every muscle in his stomach flexing with impressive articulation.
"Your fucking ball broke one of my windows."
"Yeah, which one?"
"I don't know. I heard the glass break and I came out here to see if it was a burglar or something. I don't know which room it went in."
"Don't worry gringa, I'll find it." And then, without any invitation from me, he pushed his way into my home. The little bastard even had the nerve to put his hand on my left breast, shoving me slightly out of his was as he walked right into my living room. His dirty cleats were tracking dirt on my hard wood floors and leaving scratch marks I would now need to polish out. It seemed that he liked my expensive mini-mansion, who wouldn't, as the entire western wall was made of large open windows looking right down the hill and onto the beach. He whistled, "Damn, this is one swanky casa. Your husband must be loaded, eh mami?"
"I divorced my worthless husband years ago, but I kept the cash. Do you see a ring on me?" I gave him both middle fingers.
"Sorry lady, but I wasn't looking at your hands," he said as he gave me another apprising look before going back to searching for his ball.
He bent over my one-of-a-kind glass coffee table, even though it was pretty obvious that the ball was not in my living room. I got a good view of his tight little ass though, and it was absolutely scrumptious looking. There was a bowl of organic fruit on the table, and again without any invitation he picked up an apple and bit into it. His bite was quick and aggressive, but he chewed it with slow, thoughtful movements of his jaw. The apple was ripe, and its juices dripped down his chin and hand. He licked at the juices on his fingers before turning his attention back to the stolen fruit. I found the sight to be suggestive and erotic, obviously wondering if he ate pussy the same way he ate fruit, my lurid thoughts sent electric chills down my spine and into my aching crotch. I shunned those thoughts away though, I wasn't going to let my inner cougar make me forgive some little beaner just because he had a sexy ass . . . and lips . . . and body.
