The sun was already high in the sky when Cat awoke on Monday morning.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched, feeling the warmth surge through her flawless body.
Her voluptuous figure, a testament to decades of meticulous maintenance and a genetic gift, remained as tantalizing as the her younger years.
Her day began like any other, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating her opulent boudoir. Cat's hand drifted lazily down to her already wet pussy, her fingers playing a familiar tune as they danced over her swollen clit.
The walls of her bedroom were adorned with the evidence of her illustrious career--posters of her most infamous films, awards from countless pornographic ceremonies, and framed magazine covers that touted her as the ultimate GILF.
With the house empty except herself and a few members of the staff, Cat's late morning and early afternoon went on like any other. A steaming shower, a thrilling masturbation session. But what she missed was some big, young cock.
As the day grew warmer, the scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the open windows of Kyle's mansion. The sounds of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird were the only interruptions to the symphony of silence that surrounded her.
She slid her fingers into her pussy again, the wetness already gathering, and began to stroke in earnest, her other hand cupping her heavy but firm 36J breasts, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.
The doorbell rang, jolting her out of her reverie. Her heart raced as she padded down the grand staircase, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps. Through the peephole, she saw the young man, his muscular frame and the way he filled out his basketball shorts leaving little to the imagination.
Her neighbor Jamal, a recent high school graduate, who had been the object of her lustful gaze for weeks, stood there. Cat's mind raced as she opened the door, her eyes raking over his chiseled abs and the bulge in his shorts.
"Afternoon Ms. Reynolds," he said with a warm smile on his hairless boyish face.
"Good afternoon," she purred, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.
He smiled again, innocently. "Sorry to bother you. My ball accidentally went over your fence."
"Oh well by all means," she replied, gesturing for him to come inside, "we can't have those balls just neglected, can we?"
She guided him to the back glass door which faced her massive backyard and could see the bulge growing in his shorts as he retrieved his basketball.
"Thank you," he said as he prepared to return to his house, "sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it," she said with a wave of her hand, "Would you like to come in for some lemonade?"
Jamal's eyes widened slightly, unsure if he'd heard her correctly.
"It's awfully hot out there," she continued, her smile widening, "and you could use something cold and refreshing that'll really hit the spot."
He swallowed hard, nodded, and stepped inside, Cat beckoning him inside with a smile, closing the glass sliding door behind him.
She got two glasses and the ice cold pitcher from the fridge, Cat asking him about his plans since graduating and his goals. As they talked, Cat leaned in closer, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her robe with every movement. Jamal took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers.
She could see the hunger in them, the same hunger that had fueled her daily life. The moment was ripe, and Cat knew it. She set her glass down, the condensation leaving a wet ring on the table. Her hand slid up his arm, her nails digging in just enough to make him gasp.
"You know," she began, her voice a velvety purr, "I've always had a thing for younger men. And you, you're just so...delicious." He looked at her, his eyes wide and dark with desire. "How about we take this party to the bedroom?"
Without waiting for an answer, she stood and sashayed down the hall, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. She could feel his gaze on her ass, his cock growing harder with every step she took.
Entering her bedroom, she let the robe fall away, revealing her lush, mature body. Jamal stumbled after her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her plump, round ass and the trimmed bush that framed her pussy.
On the bed, Cat reclined like a Renaissance painting come to life, one hand idly stroking the soft mound of her sex as the other beckoned him closer.
"Come here," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that seemed to echo in his very soul. He approached, his cock now fully erect, the tip glistening with precum.
She took him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his massive girth. Jamal groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock like a serpent seeking its prey.
Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge with every passing second. But Cat was a professional; she knew the art of delay. With a wink, she released him, her lips smacking together as she sat up.
"Now, let's see if that monster of yours can handle a real woman," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He didn't need any fur'her encouragement. He climbed onto the bed, his cock standing tall and proud. Cat spread her legs, her pussy already glistening with arousal. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead nudging against her slick folds.
With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, filling her up like nothing she'd ever felt before. Cat threw her head back and screamed, the sensation of his thickness stretching her out almost too much to bear. But she reveled in it, her body craving the kind of depraved, animalistic fucking that only a cock like his could provide.
The room echoed with the slapping of skin and the wet, guttural sounds of their union. Cat's tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples standing at attention like tiny, pink beacons of lust.
He grabbed her hips, his grip bruising as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. The smell of sex filled the air, a potent mix of sweat, arousal, and the sweet scent of her pussy.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first waves of orgasm crash over her. "Fuck me," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need, "fuck me like the dirty whore I am."
The words seemed to unleash something primal in him, and he began to fuck her even harder, his strokes long and deep. She met him thrust for thrust, her cunt clenching around him as she chased the elusive peak of pleasure.