Maria and Her Boys

Last time I wrote that my slutty lifestyle might be coming to a conclusion. But I realised after a while that I need to reconsider. I'm in my early fifties now. A mother and grandmother. I am divorced but not lonely. After my husband opted for a younger woman I found a better life. And so much incredible, rewarding sex. I took a lot of new lovers. Most of them were much, much younger than me. There were so many new things to try and I never thought I'd have so many orgasms. It was like I'd become a new woman. A year ago I assumed that my life was changing again and I'd leave all that behind.

So am I still a slut? What if I told you that I am still screwing young Patrick?

As I said in my earlier updates, younger men are always so ripe and ready. Their cocks get hard so quickly. They shoot so much semen. And they recover quickly from their first climax so they're ready to deliver even more pleasure. My husband was a man who liked to make it last for a while but would cum when he was ready -- and then went to sleep. Whereas young men are always hungry for more and, barely able to control their lust, ready to earn their chance to have sex with an older woman.

I've had so many firsts with my boys. Because they expect an older woman to teach them new things. And because they don't judge but are grateful.

The thing about younger mean is that they eventually find girlfriends. That always has worked out well since I avoided any emotional entanglements. Believe me, I am in this for the hot sex.

Patrick has a girlfriend now. I'm happy for him. It means he hardly ever sleeps in my bed but I think its for the best. The upside is that I have more time for other men. I have found that adultery -- cheating sex -- is as incredibly hot as people say. Its not like that with Patrick, though. I don't think of him as cheating on his girlfriend. For a start, she is the kind of girl who wants to wait till after the wedding. But I believe it is wrong to let Patrick's talent, that I have developed, go to waste. And I have my own needs to be taken care of.

Honestly, I am enough of a slut to accept that I have many needs. And that includes more than one lover. Though Patrick is the right boy to meet many of those needs. He is still very special to me -- my young Asian man who so earnestly desires my naked body and to give me all the pleasures I ask of him.

He has turned twenty. Still perfect for the cougar that I admit I have become. Like his peers - those young males with their straining, throbbing young dicks that are always so ready for me. Boys less than half my age were such a delight after my lousy ex-husband. I'm not chasing after more of those boys but my Patrick is still a delight.

He is experienced after more than a year of coming to my bed -- perhaps trained is the word. I can say that he has very satisfying oral skills. And he is wonderful when using one of my toys on me, either in my pussy or my bottom. I constantly look forward to having his small, soft body next to mine. As an Asian male his penis is not huge. Then again, its no smaller than my ex-husband's. He is circumcised (I think that's unusual for an Asian boy) and his shaft is a wonderful sight as it stands over his small, hairy ball sack.

It feels so good in my vag. And he is a wonderful lover now that he has learned what I truly need for a good screwing. Other times I just love having him in my mouth. His size means I can take his entire cock, until my nose is in his pubic hair. I'm proud of myself for that. And for giving Patrick something he'll never get from another woman.

Last week Patrick came to visit me after work. At first I could use his job to give him a reason to come to me. Not that he needs a reason any more. But by the time he arrived I was incredibly horny. And having all kind of dirty thoughts.

I'd removed all my underwear -- an advantage of still working from my home office. As soon as he arrived, Patrick started undoing my shirt. I am very pleased to say I still have a great body and that even the young guys lust after me. By then it was impossible to hide my own desire. I started feeling for his lovely dick and he was as hard as any young man who knew he was going to get a screw that night.

I'd barely let him inside my front door but my firm B-cups were hanging out of my shirt. I sank to my knees in front of him as I extracted that delicious young shaft from his trousers.

"I've been thinking about this all day," I breathed.

"Oh, Maria..." he moaned in reply.

I know the girlfriend sometimes agrees to give him oral. But Patrick is her first so she still has a lot to learn. Whereas I know just how to massage his young, hairy balls as I slowly work my way down his six inches.

"So good," he gasped.

"You are a good boy," I grinned to him before plunging down again.

I like big cocks. But Patrick is a perfect size to swallow him all and still have enough room to use my tongue on his shaft. It is a thrill every time I feel his pre-cum starting to ooze from his pee hole. And I can only imagine what he sees as I kneel and engulf his precious dick with my mouth. Yes, I still get excited by the wickedness of being an older woman who sucks off boys who are decades younger than her.

"Unghh... unghhh..." he was grunting.

There I was, a woman old enough to be his mother, pleasuring his young cock with my mouth. Kneeling in front of him like, well, a slut. It was a beautiful thing to feel the throbbing of his youthful shaft. And the instinctive movement of his hips. I knew I was soaking. I had to make the most of the short time we had that night.

In my bedroom, I undressed completely. I've kept up my gym workouts. My butt is round and firm. My legs are toned and shapely. I admit I've put on a little weight -- my boobs are a C-cup now. Patrick appreciates it all, of course. I lay on my back and let my young lover show me how much with his gentle touch and his roaming kisses. When he reached for my boobs, and my hardened nipples, I was almost in heaven.

"Yes... yes... oh, Patrick..." I moaned.

I wrapped my arms around his young, small body -- still barely a man -- and hugged him to me as he enjoyed my firm boobs. I'm still proud of them, glad I chose to get a boob-job. And I love it when a nice young man pays lots of attention to them, sucking and enjoying them while I moan with delight.

"Bite them... please baby..."

His sharp nibbling on my hard nipples sent those wonderful electric shock through my body. I gasped with joy and reached down to his lovely young cock. It's the right size to fit neatly into my hand. And I love the fact that his young specimen is so familiar to me now.

"I need this," I mewled. "Baby, I need you to fuck me."

I knew full well that Patrick wanted to screw me just as bad. All young men are made that way, aren't they? But I have trained him to be an extra considerate lover. And in a flash he was between my legs. I spread wide for him, knowing what he intended and eager for him.

"Please baby... please," I begged as my young man explored the pussy he knows so well. "Faaarrrckkk..."

His tongue found the spot in an instant. I wanted to lie back and enjoy it but already I was writhing and bucking as Patrick did his thing. He was giving me those long licks I love so much -- from bottom to top. I saw his young body between my wide-spread thighs and ran my fingers through his black hair as I started to hump his soft face. I came so hard and so loud. I really had been thinking about him all day.

"Fuck me... pleeeaase..."

I don't mind begging sometimes. Not when I get my reward of seeing a young man between my legs. Younger than my own daughter, cock hard and ready to plunge it into me. Patrick knew better than to waste time. And I don't ever object to being screwed in missionary. I clutched my young man as he began to ram his delightful cock into my vag. Patrick is small enough that I can wrap my legs around his hips and pull him tighter into me. And his powerful thrusting, the rising and falling of his hips, was an intense turn-on.

"Baby, I'm cumming... oh yes... yes, give it to me..."

When Patrick is screwing me it's the whole package. His dick really does feel great. Its very arousing to know he is so dedicated to my pleasure. And I love the combination of his youthful energy with my power as an older woman. Reminding me of my own youth except that the sex is better. I was feeling very horny and hungry.

"Good boy... yes, baby... fuck me... don't stop..."

Often I am very vocal. That night even moreso. Like I said, I was in need. But eventually we got into a more steady rhythm and that was a mistake -- kind of. Somehow Patrick figured that, after a string of intense and noisy orgasms, my vag was ready for a rest. Like a good young man, he pulled out of my soaking entrance.

Actually, I was too hot to bother protesting. Instead, by instinct, my hand slid down to my clit. I still needed to cum badly and I get very excited by masturbating in front of Patrick. He rolled over to watch which only got me more heated and in seconds I was crying out with yet another much-needed climax. Like I say, young men are never judgy and its a wicked freedom to play with myself while Patrick looks on. My swollen clit and puffy lips were really enjoying my touch. But I could not ignore the hard, young dick pressing into me.

"Cum for me, baby," I groaned between my frenzied peaks. "I want to see."

I almost came again as he got into position, on his knees and holding that virile penis in his hand. Just watching my boy pleasure himself made me increase the strumming on my clit.

"So hot," I gasped. "Cum on me."

Maybe I came some more. Its hard to know as I was captivated by watching his masturbation. Patrick is such a good boy and would never refuse me. I still get so excited when he does as he's told and plays with that young dick. And it was not long before he was ready to explode.

"All over me," I told him. "Pleeeaaase..."

I was desperately holding off, waiting for his inevitable climax. His hand was moving fast, expertly, along his lovely shaft. I heard his tell-tale grunting. My own orgasm burst through me even before his manly stuff was blasting out of the end of his cock.

"Yes... fuck... ohhh..." I cried out.

I came so hard as his warm semen rained down softly on me. He knew what to do and made sure that plenty was aimed at my heaving boobs. I was really working on my clit by then, our shared groans filling my bedroom.

"Give it to me." I called out as still more huge blobs of manly stuff splashed onto my bare skin.

A second orgasm bore through me before he was finished. I was speechless and my whole body was throbbing as I took in the sight of his sticky stuff coating my boobs. I am not even sure if I was breathing. Then, suddenly, Patrick was grabbing my vibrator. I'd left my current favourite on bedside table because -- well, why not? I must have been stunned or still greedy. But I did not resist as my gorgeous young man slipped the buzzing toy inside my soaking vag. Obviously I've taught him better than I'd imagined. Still super horny, I bucked my hips as young Patrick plunged the fake dick fast and deep into me.

"Fuck... yes, fuck me... good boy... harder..."

Yes, I was cumming all over again. A lovely fresh string of orgasms. It was so decadent to be pleasured like that, my body rising and falling to meet every stroke he gave me. And I won't deny that it felt extra naughty and debauched to so willingly allow a young man - only just twenty years of age -- to relieve my built-up sexual stress.

At last, I felt sated -- finally. And my young Patrick topped it all off by licking his drying stuff from my boobs. I'm sure that he expects he'll never find another pair of boobs as good as mine. I never get tired of him using his mouth to pleasure them.

And rest assured that Patrick is still quite young enough to have a fast recovery from his climax. I still had some of his stuff dried on my skin when he stated screwing me again. That time I got his dick fully inside me when he blasted another load. How exquisite that was. He left soon after but I stayed in my bed with his wonderful load slowly dripping between my thighs.

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Rest assured that more limited chances to play with Patrick, him spending time with his girlfriend, has not resulted in me being deprived. I could have been worried since my sexual peak has yet to show any signs of abating. But I have more opportunities to enjoy other men. Since my ex-husband left me, I've grown to appreciate diversity and the excitement of different lovers. I am a slut but the great advantage of being a single woman at my age is that many males seem to take an interest in me.

I suppose that is how I came to let Rod screw me. Its hard to say exactly how it happened. Since he is my own age, I would have thought I'd have little interest in him. We met at a social gathering, the type of thing I usually do not enjoy. I noticed him because he is a lovely man. Kind of good-looking but with a dad bod. And bald which was to be a first for me. He paid plenty of attention to me though it never felt as if he was flirting. And I had no intention of flirting with him. I was not feeling especially horny that night. Plus he just is not the age I'm usually interested in

When he asked me if I'd like to leave early and enjoy a drink with him, of course I knew what he had in mind. I didn't bother to stop him. And when we were on our way to a bar and he asked if I'd like to go to his apartment well, again, I knew exactly what he was thinking. Especially since I already knew he lives in the opposite direction to my home.

I can't explain why but I accepted the invitation -- and the chance for this older guy to screw me. Was it because he made it so easy? Or was I ready for a new adventure? Was it because I wanted to rescue a boring evening? Maybe it was just that he seemed like a good guy and I thought he deserved some fun.

Rod is a lovely kisser and his hands are so gentle. I really enjoyed his arms around me and the way he slowly started to explore my body -- still fully-clothed at that stage. I was just going along with whatever he wanted. I admit that he was making me feel extra good. And soon he had me standing in the living room of a luxurious apartment.

In no time at all I was on my knees and had his penis in my mouth. Its true that I usually prefer much younger dicks. But there's always a thrill to take a new one in my hand -- or my mouth. I knew that I was being foolish and taking a big risk. This was not like one of my boys where I have the advantage of surprise. But right then I really wanted to be an older woman who could act like a teenage slut. I smiled as I opened his trousers.

"Shit, that's getting to know each other," he growled with surprise.

What fun it was to give such a surprise to a man my own age. I ran my wet lips down his shaft to his greying pubes. Then I kissed his lovely, low-hanging balls. Yes, he was already hard and a nice size -- I can't help comparing a new dick to my ex-husband and Rod was making me feel lucky. What I noticed most was that the ridge on the underside of his shaft seemed more prominent than other men. It made him look powerful.

"I'm glad you asked me home," I murmured.

He is uncut but his spongy head was already showing on top of his hard shaft. In seconds I'd engulfed him, trying to take him all in. Maybe I was eager to show off my skills as an older woman. But it was very satisfying to feel that even an older man can still throb in my mouth.

"Ohhh... wow, Maria..." he moaned in appreciation.

I had thought of that night as just being for a quick screw. But it was turning out much better than I had expected. And, of course, I gave him my very best oral performance while he moaned and ran his fingers through my short, dark hair.

It was not long before we were naked in his bed. It was fun to have the confidence in my body to strip off for a new man - almost a stranger. I saw immediately how much he enjoyed the sight of me. I made a point of showing my shapely bottom but he was most interested in my firm boobs.

"Hmmm... they look amazing," he said as he began to massage them.

He is experienced enough that I didn't need to explain about getting them done. Instead I could just moan with delight as he held them just right, And squeezed them just as I liked, And expertly flicked my nipples with his thumbs. It sent those wonderful shots of electricity through me. And reminded me of why I'd never completely sworn off older guys.

"Oh, yeessss..." I moaned as soon as he began to suckle on my firm B-cups. "Rod... fuck..."

I very nearly orgasmed just from what he was doing to my boobs. I went right over the edge when his fingers started to brush against my bare mound. I hugged him tight, only barely aware that he was spreading my legs.

"Faaarrrckk... YESSS..." I gasped as he began to penetrate me.

None of the other older men I've had were such expert lovers as Rod. Already I was feeling a desperate need to cum and my back was arched, trying to get him to finger-fuck my bare pussy. I take the lead with my boys but this older man knew all about control. It was incredible the way he stretched out my orgasms, taking so much time to pleasure me and - ever so slowly -- bringing me off again. It was almost like torture except that it felt so damn good. And it got even better when swapped his finger for his mouth.

"Oh, jesus... yeah that's... fuck..." I almost screamed.

I am sure he has the best oral skills I've ever encountered. And he very much seemed to enjoy his work. The sight of his bald head between my legs was a first for me and it did not detract at all from my ecstatic response.

"Fuck, yeessss... that's amazing..." I cried out.

As I said, he is a very nice man. He didn't seem too cocky once he let me rest. It was more that he seemed to understand my body -- and this was our first time together. I panted heavily as I tried to regather myself. But now, of course, I very definitely was horny. It was not long before I turned around in his bed to prepare him to screw me. This time I could really explore him, running my tongue over that prominent ridge while trying already to memorise his bumps and veins.

Its been quite a while since I've had a dick that age inside me. Again, he was so gentle but I happily let him take charge for the next round. Why not when he obviously is an expert? I happily parted my toned legs and watched as he held himself over me. That yummy manhood was hard as a steel poker. It was only natural to hold him and guide him into my opening.

"Ohhh... fuck... Rod..." I moaned as my sopping folds opened for him.

Then he was inside me. This was no tentative virgin fuck. He quickly filled me to the hilt of his delightful cock.

"Yes, fuck me..."

"Maria, you feel so good."

The feeling was mutual. A lovely new dick was filling me just right. And the weight of his dad bod on top of mine was a long-forgotten pleasure.

"Fuck me," I begged him simply.

It was the same approach as his fingers -- slow and deliberate as he gave me a beautiful screwing. I remember just staring into his eyes as he slowly pumped in and out of me. Where had this man been?

But soon enough he started to thrust faster and I lost all control as that lovely, hard cock rammed and rammed me. At some point I am sure I was screaming for him. Then I remember I was trying to lift my legs. What a slutty thing for an older woman to do but Rod seemed to understand and placed my ankles on his shoulders.

Having pinned me down, he proceeded to bang me harder. My boobs were shaking with the force of his fucking. And he reached down to place a thumb onto my engorged clit. Not too hard, mind you. But between his thrusting and his thumb I exploded in another amazing series of orgasms.