Yes, I am an older woman who enjoys younger men. Who pursues and seduces them. You probably would call me a cougar -- I confess I have gotten used to that idea.
I'm in my very late forties. And I crave young men -- ones who are young enough to be my son, barely men but fresh and keen to learn. They are eager to please me and to be pleasured. They are willing to be taught how. And well-behaved - I don't keep them otherwise. Their young dicks get so hard for me. They throb perfectly and shoot so many loads of sticky baby-making stuff. Once I've taught them some stamina, they can give me as many as three big loads in one play time.
As the older woman, its exciting to see my boys learn and gain in confidence. It makes them better lovers, quick to give me what I want. Like screwing me hard when I need that. Or licking my bottom when that's my desire. Soon they become more like grown men, ready to pleasure their girlfriends and - one day -- their wives.
I teach them so many things. Then I let them go. And find another.
Matthew is different. Because of his wonderful, muscled body. And his lovely, thick manhood. He was so eager to please that he brought out a different side of me. Or maybe I should say he brought out more of the real me. I felt like I had licence to indulge my fantasies and to explore things I'd never been game for. One of those things was to have real control over my young lover, to take advantage of his willingness to make me happy. I thought of him as submissive -- ready and willing for anything I asked him. I got curious and did some research and I hoped it was true.
The thing is, his submissive side made me feel more confident myself -- especially about exploring more dirty and kinky pleasures. Since he was so obedient and malleable, I didn't feel like I need worry about him judging me. When I am in control, I know he is content to let me explore new things. I still feel like that is most of the time.
I wasn't expecting him to get the confidence to want to take charge of our play. To take his pleasure from me anytime he desires. I actually love that. I really get turned-on by letting Matthew have what he wants, experiencing his fantasies for real -- with me. But it can be confusing, as well, to know I am submissive to him at times.
He likes to spank me and pull my hair while screwing me. I agree its wrong -- and probably dangerous - for a woman to let a man do those things. But its so naughty and wicked that it really appeals to that other side of me. The truth is that I love it. Yes, it hurts. His spanking stings my bottom. And its so exciting to feel all of that, to experience his passion and his physical power over me. I know his cock gets harder. Definitely, I orgasm harder.
What makes me confused is how I feel when he wants to take charge. I don't know if there is a line I need to avoid crossing. I cannot refuse when Matthew wants me to do kinky and debauched things. Masturbating for him -- giving him that special experience - was amazing. It was even better for me than it was for him. And, its true, I have allowed other young men watch me pleasure myself. But how much control do I want him to have? Do I, as the older woman, want to be so submissive to a boy of his age? If he is leaving me soon, maybe its best if Matt focuses on his fantasies about small Asian women?
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That Sunday morning, I was so happy to have Matt in my bed. It was the morning after the night before -- he had screwed me hard and slapped my bum. He'd decided to pull my hair and hurt me while he fucked me from behind. Then he came massively and gave me a wonderful, big load of his sticky stuff.
I woke up wanting the most special morning. So I gave Matthew a special treat by masturbating as he watched. I fucked myself with a vibrator and then let Matt fuck me with it, as well. I took his load in my mouth and enjoyed every single drop. Then we had some wonderful sensual sex. As I so often do with Matt, I encouraged him to screw my bum and that, too, was erotic and intense.
Later, we shared a shower. I was very happy. And still very impressed by his big muscles. It felt natural to wash him under the water. I wasn't thinking about being submissive. It was as much about my enjoyment as his. But I was content to let him know how much I admire his body and appreciate all his hard work.
Of course, I could not help myself giving a special, gentle clean to his young penis and his lovely, shaven pouch. He was thick in my hand and his balls hung so nicely. I indulged myself and washed him much more than was necessary. And I was not surprised, or disappointed, when his penis started to grow until he was half hard.
Then something got into my head. I can't explain it or even really describe it. I know I was not feeling submissive. What I wanted was a special treat for me. Something nasty and forbidden.
"Don't get hard, sweetie," I told him with a grin. "You have to pee first."
From the look on his face, he already felt the urge to empty himself. And my wicked thoughts got stronger and I could not stop myself.
"Pee for me, sweetie."
I sank to my knees in front of him. Its what I wanted to do. Right then, I saw nothing wrong with it. The shower was cascading over me, warm and clean and his beautiful dick was right there. I was excited to be so close to it. I only needed one hand to cup his balls and use my fingertips to cradle his shaft at the base. My Matthew needed to pee and I wanted to experience that in a very intimate way -- like before, I wanted his hot pee on my skin in a totally wicked and taboo act. There was no thought of stopping myself.
The falling water was loud. I felt even smaller than usual. But I had to speak up, to say out loud what I wanted. It was wild and exciting at the same time.
"Pee for me. sweetie," I said to him. "Let it all out."
I was aiming him -- he must have known that. And I felt the tiny movements as his body prepared to unleash his hot stream on me. There was only a split second for me to lower my eyes and see the start of his powerful stream shooting out from the tiny hole. I was thrilled to see what his lovely penis could do. His gushing stream landed at the top of my cleavage -- where I'd wanted it. Such power and heat, his stream strong and warm even under the shower. It was amazing to see and to feel. And Matthew makes me feel safe even when I feel wicked and dirty.
In a moment, I was shifting my aim -- testing the wonders of his amazing cock. His pee went higher, spraying on my chest. And then I was directing him to my neck. The warmth of it was incredible and I tilted my head back to feel him all over my soft neck. I am sure his stream looked so intense against my pale skin.
I looked back down, seeing his long and strong flow bursting from his wonderful shaft. It was so easy, so natural, to lift it higher and let him cover my chin. I knew what I was doing but I felt like I was not in control of my hand.
