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Ruth and Christopher get comfortable while Jay is away on business in Japan.
"Get me another drink while you're up Christopher," said Ruth holding up her empty glass in one hand and her cigarette in the other. Relegated to being her personal bartender, she gave her boy toy a sexy look. "Make it extra dry this time with two olives."
As if she was his mother instead of his lover, Chris obediently got up from the couch to make Ruth another drink. She didn't even have to ask him if he was sexually attracted to his mother, just from his sexual attraction to her, she knew that he was already. One of the ways she attracts young men for sex is by allowing them to role play in pretending she's their mother. She doesn't care what their sexual fantasies are as long as they keep her pickled in alcohol and give her an orgasm.
"One dry martini with two olives coming right up," said Chris.
With her husband gone on a business trip to Japan for ten days, Ruth relaxed back in the soft comfort of the sofa as if she was on vacation, albeit in her own home and a man who wasn't her husband. Trying to get all of her fucking, sucking, and drinking in before Ray arrived home, her husband was scheduled to return home tomorrow. Picking them all up at the mall, it's been nine days of inviting different men in her home to have sex with her, as long as they keep her liquored up with booze.
"We have the whole day and the entire house to ourselves," said Ruth raising her arms to stretch her freedom while yawning. "My husband won't be home until tomorrow and my daughter is gone for the entire weekend."
Having just picked up the young man at the mall, as if she was playing the part of Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate, Ruth sat on the couch with her skirt hiked up beyond mid-thigh. With her knees spread and her light blue, bikini panties exposed and in clear view to her soon-to-be young lover's, horny eyes, obviously she was teasing him. Obviously, hoping for wild, unadulterated, extramarital sex, she was seducing him. With him obviously sexually interested, especially in the way that he was staring at her flashing him her panties, she was sexually aroused by his reaction to her showing him her panties.
Obviously, with her advertising what sexual treasure lay between her legs, she wanted more than just a dry martini with two olives. She wanted a big, hard cock with two balls too. Obviously, in the way that he kissed her and she returned his kiss with her kiss, she wanted more than just a dry hump and a desperate grope of her breasts. In the way that McDonalds' employees are trained to ask if a customer wants fries with their burger, obviously, Ruth wanted a cock with her drink too.
Old enough to be his mother and with her daughter nearly the same age as Chris, she should be ashamed of herself but she wasn't. Married to a hardworking man who continued to support her in the lifestyle that she had become accustomed to living, she should feel guilty for cheating on him, but she didn't. If anything, she was proud that she could still sexually attract young men for sex. Chris was just another young man in her long procession of young lovers, actually lovers of all ages. Only, unlike so many of the others who she fucked and sucked before asking them to leave and to never return, there was something about him that she liked. He was a keeper.
With his Boy Scout, good looks, looking much younger than his 25-year-old age and seemingly looking so innocent but not innocent enough to be fooling around with a married woman, he was definitely very handsome. Depending on how things went, if he gives her an orgasm with his mouth, fingers, and cock, instead of kicking him to the curb as she does with most of her young men, she may just keep him around for a little longer. As long as he proves himself to be good in bed, to be submissive to her without complaint, and to continue plying her with alcohol, he has the potential to become one of her regular, young lovers.
As much as Ruth was fascinated with Christopher, with him never taking his eyes off of her, he was obviously sexually attracted to her too. Perhaps Ruth looked at him as if he was the son she never had. Perhaps Chris looked at her as she was the mother he always wanted to fuck and her to suck him. Whatever their mutual, sexual attraction was, with her preferring young men in their twenties and with him obviously preferring women in their forties, seemingly they were sexually made for one another.
While nursing her third martini, Ruth allowed this young man, who she had just picked up at the mall and invited home to have a few drinks, to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. As if she was reliving what it was like with her husband in the backseat of his car before they were married more than two and a half decades ago, she used Chris's sexual attraction to her and his horniness to buy her booze. Willing to give him a good, sexual time in the privacy of her home, she used Chris to show her a good, sexual time too. Seemingly sex was the common thread but just as Chris used her for sex, she used Chris not only for sex but also for alcohol. Actually, not sure how much Chris thought he was using her, with her willing to have sex with anyone for a fifth of gin and a bottle of vermouth, she was the one using him.
Without a doubt, whatever Chris perceived as being his professed agenda, whether he was sexually attracted to her as his surrogate mother or not, there was no denying that he used her for sex. It was definitely cheaper for him to buy Ruth a bottle of gin and fifth of vermouth than it was to take a date his own age out to dinner and to a movie. With Ruth a sure sexual thing, he'd have a much easier time of scoring with her than he'd have in receiving little more than a goodnight's kiss from his date. He'd have a much better chance at getting fucked and sucked with Ruth than in trying to make it to second base in hoping to feel his date's breasts at her front door while kissing her goodnight.
With one no better than the other, exchanging booze for sex was a win/win plan for both Ruth and for Christopher. The only fly in the ointment was that Ruth was married. Ruth had a loving, sucker of a husband who paid her to sit home while she drank and had sex with younger men. Only a wily whore of a woman knows how to use sex to have her husband subsidize her sexual affairs.
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Kissing and kissing him, French kissing him, with her arms around his neck, she allowed him access to feel her breasts through her blouse and to finger her emerging nipples through her bra. A perfect size, her breasts were between a large B cup and a small C cup. Kissing and kissing him, with her legs already spread open wide enough, she allowed him to slowly slide his hand up her long legs and in between her shapely thighs to feel her panty clad pussy. Going where no faithful wife should ever go with any man, especially with a young man she had just met, picked up, and invited home from the mall, she allowed him to remove her clothes.
If only she sexually treated her husband in the same sexual way that she was sexually seducing Christopher, they wouldn't be having marital problems. If only she gave her husband all that he sexually wanted, he wouldn't have the need to sexually cheat on her. Only, she wasn't sexually attracted to her husband and generally men her age. She was more sexually attracted to younger men, men young enough to be her son.
Unbuttoning one slow, nervous button at a time while kissing her, as if waiting for her to stop him, he removed her blouse before unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her short skirt. If only he knew she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, perhaps he would have been more confident, more aggressive, and less submissive with her. Yet, with her the confident aggressor, she preferred submissive, and sexually inexperienced, young men to aggressive and sexually experienced older men, ergo her preference for much younger men than for men her age or older.
With Ruth now dressed in just her blue, bikini panty and her blue, low cut bra, she used her body, her hands, and her mouth to further tease, entice, and seduce her young lover. Not wasting any more time with foreplay, with the both of them already sexually aroused enough, he reached in front of her to unhook and remove her front snapping bra. Proud of her tits, she looked down at what he could see of her and with her sitting there topless, he could see plenty.
With her breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples exposed to the horny eyes of a man who she had just met and who wasn't her husband, she showed no sign of modesty, shame, embarrassment, and/or resistance to him stripping her topless. In the way she used to do with her husband, Jay, more than twenty-five years ago, while still kissing him, her arms were around Chris's neck to give him complete access to her naked breasts. Her nipples were erect with sexual excitement by the thoughts of him fingering them and hard with the sexual anticipation of him sucking them. A telling sign to her wanting and needing to have sexual affairs, oddly enough, her nipples weren't sore now in the way her nipples were always sore whenever Jay wanted to touch them, finger them, and suck them.
As soon as Chris removed her bra straps from her sexy shoulders, one bra strap at a time, and then removed her bra cups from her breasts, one breast at a time, he felt her naked boobs. Obviously sexually excited, he fondled her tits as if he had never seen naked breasts before. He fingered her naked nipples and sucked her tits while she fondled the head of his hardening cock through his jeans. Something that Jay loved doing with his wife, feeling her breasts and sucking her nipples, once they were married, she denied him the sexual pleasure of her breasts but welcomed Chris's sexual touch. With him thinking her a cold bitch all this time, if only Jay knew how much Ruth loved having her breasts felt and her nipples fingered and sucked, wouldn't he be surprised.
Then, as if she was his wife and he was her husband, Chris slid his hand all the way up her thigh to sexual Nirvana. If Chris was married to her instead of Jay, one has to wonder if she'd sexually mistreat him in the way that she sexually mistreats her husband. If she was married to a young man instead of a man her age, one has to wonder if she'd have a sexual thing for older men in the way she now has a sexual thing for younger men.
When he cupped her pussy mound in the palm of his hand through her panty, he ran a slow but firm finger along her clit and pussy slit before sticking his hand down the front of her panty. As if he was holding a pet hamster, he fingered her warm, wet, furry, brown pussy, while she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, and took hold of his erection through his underwear. Then, as if he was her husband and she was his wife, she reached her hand inside of his briefs and took hold of his engorged, naked prick with her fingers while French kissing him. With him rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy through her panties with one hand and feeling her tits and fingering her nipples with his other hand, she fondled the head of his cock with her fingertips.
She removed his hard prick from his underwear to briefly stroke his cock to a harder erection. With Ruth much more sexually experienced than her young lover, a gross understatement, he didn't need to give her any direction by putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. Instead, as soon as she stood, removed her panties, and sat back down on the couch with her knees spread wide apart, she put a forceful hand to the back of his head. As if she was the man and he was the woman, instead of her sucking him, obviously she wanted him to lick her.
