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Patricia stretched lazily, gazing at her latest conquest as the young, muscular guy continued to sleep off his exhaustion. He'd certainly earned a bit of rest after his hard work the previous night, having managed not one or two or even three, but full four rounds or hot, steamy sex. Which, incidentally, was the reason why Patricia always went after younger men - what they might lack in experience, they usually more than made up for in youthful stamina and enthusiasm.
At 48, Patricia Mills was no longer in her prime. Sure, her large, heavy breasts still got plenty of attention from men of all ages, and while her ass and thighs were quite a bit bigger than they used to be, many guys actually preferred these more voluptuous curves. You couldn't really call her torso slim or toned, but it wasn't flabby either, having just the smallest hint of love handles and little to no stomach paunch. Patricia had also taken to keeping her curly, strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail once again, and it did give her a slightly younger appearance. All in all, as one charmingly awestruck 19-year-old lover had told her while catching his breath beside her, she was "one seriously hot mama". But even so, Patricia knew that as good as she might look today, she'd looked even better before.
It had been some years since she'd divorced her drunkard of a husband, Richard, managing to get a comfortable settlement in the process. Of course getting caught red-handed banging a twenty-something secretary on his office table hadn't done the guy any favors. But as badly as Patricia's lawyer had fleeced the bastard, no amount of money could bring back all those years she'd wasted on that cheating pile of shit.
She hadn't even really minded all the affairs with women half his age. At least not in the last few years. She was mostly angry at herself, to be honest, for having put up with that useless sleaze for so long. Patricia had given him her best years. In the beginning, he'd shown her - and her figure - all the appropriate appreciation, but as years went by, his interest had waned. Or turned to younger women, more like.
The first one - that she knew of - had been a perky, blonde intern with an annoying nasal voice and shit for brains. But it wasn't like he'd picked her for intelligent company, was it, Patricia snorted to herself. She felt like an idiot for not dumping her husband sooner, but there was little that could be done about it now.
Patricia felt her newest lay begin to stir. Joe, was it? Whatever his name was, the young, muscular man made a grunt, mumbling something unintelligible before he turned over and drifted back to sleep again. As Patricia drank in his naked form, she couldn't help but to grin. While no one could turn back time, she'd certainly done a good job of making up for lost time.
Ever since her divorce, Patricia had made a habit of picking up young, handsome college guys and, in a way, reliving her lost years with the exact same kind of bed partners she'd missed out on when she was younger. Sure, judging by the limited conversation they'd had last night, this particular sample wasn't very bright, but his physical qualities sure were attractive. The guy's shoulders were wide, his back toned, and his strong jaw had that chiseled look that Patricia loved in her men. He'd been pretty good in bed, too, making her come several times before he finally passed out. Definitely worth taking out for a second date. Or home for a second fuck, the mature blonde smiled to herself.
A muffled buzz brought Patricia out of her musings. As she looked over the edge of the bed, she could see a lit phone peeking out of the pocket of Joe's jeans, vibrating with a quiet hum. Giving her piece of college man-meat an amused glance, Patricia carefully rolled off the bed and got up, crouching down to pick up the phone. Someone called "Gloria" was trying to ring him, apparently. Had he not worked so hard to please her the night before, Patricia might've been tempted to answer. Who knows, it might even be his girlfriend. Joe, predictably, had claimed to be single when Patricia began to chat him up at the night club, but anyone with half a brain could tell he was lying. Not that she cared either way, of course.
After all those little sluts good ol' Dickie had fooled around with, Patricia reckoned she could return the favor. And that she did. She'd lost count how many furious girlfriends had confronted her for stealing their guy, though most of them had been so shocked to find out that she was in her late forties that their infantile tirades had fizzled out before they'd even gotten started properly. More than one had actually fled shortly afterwards, unable to cope with the embarrassment of losing a boyfriend to an "old broad" like her. Oh, how Patricia loved making those prissy little teenagers cry.
It also felt good to know that while some of those younger girls might turn heads and raise pulses wherever they went, she was still hot enough to compete with - and even beat - them in the looks department. She could still recall the sheer humiliation on the face of one tall, slender brunette when she realized that her guy had chosen Patricia instead of her. Upon pressing the unfaithful college jock to name one thing "the granny" had on her, the girl had gotten her wish.
"She's... pretty mind blowing in bed. And her body looks great. I'd say her boobs are actually even better than yours," the young stud had managed to squeak out, looking sheepish but also unable to keep his eyes off Patricia's ample cleavage.
The girlfriend had been furious, and for a moment, Patricia had been certain she was going to challenge her into a titfight. Many girls at the college had been into it in her time, and the brunette's set, while visibly smaller than Patricia's own Double D rack, had looked impressive enough. Full, round and no doubt pretty firm to boot.
But the girl had walked off without saying a word, leaving her now ex-boyfriend with the cougar that'd so successfully seduced him. Patricia had of course rewarded the young stud for his flattering words, riding him to more than one violent explosion and leaving no doubts as to whether the part about her skills in bed had been accurate. And given how much he'd loved playing with Patricia's big tits, the guy had been quite honest about the bit about whose boobs were better as well. She'd given him the fuck of his life, leaving both the hunk and his thick cock completely drained, clearly thoroughly satisfied and very much happy with the choice he'd made. She'd kept him around for a while, but eventually dumped the guy for a tall, well-built football player. Now that stud had been truly hung...
Anyway, looking back, Patricia couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that the younger woman had given up without a fight. Yes, she'd clearly lost the guy already, but the brunette could've still decided to defend her, and her tits', honor. It'd been several years since Patricia had fought anyone, and while she'd been very dangerous in her day, she doubted her tits were as good as they were back then. They'd grown in size as years went by, but also lost their youthful firmness. They still stood reasonably high on her chest, having limited sag and maintaining a nice, rounded shape that'd no doubt make most women her age jealous, but they weren't the perky, rock-hard orbs Patricia remembered from her school days. A part of her would've liked the chance to see just how well they'd measure up against a younger pair. Maybe the brunette simply wasn't privy to those particular circles? She'd certainly looked young enough to be a teenager, and might've even been still in high school.
The phone that Patricia was still holding in her hand gave another short buzz, catching her attention. A text. From that Gloria again.
[Where the FUCK are you?! Pick me up at my place in 15min or you're not getting any tonight!]
