Meredith's Story
"Oh yesss! Fuck my pussy; fuck it, fuck it."
Meredith lifts her legs higher around his skinny hips improving his angle of assault. She loves the feel of cock slamming into her cunt. His pubic bone smacks against her engorged clit on each thrust. She loves the staccato bursts that explode on each impact.
She especially loves young cock. And Tommy is her favorite. Tommy is the nineteen year old son of her best friend and neighbor. Sally had sent him to help Meredith mow her yard one summer afternoon three years earlier when she was struggling to start the mower. He's taken care of her lawn ever since.
Stan, Meredith's husband, travels throughout the week so Tommy's help had been gratefully accepted. Even now that he is in college he continues to come once a week during the growing season. He's not a robust lad and his fair skin blisters easily if he doesn't take care in the sun. He only started helping her with her inside planting, as she likes to call it, the year before.
Stan had forgotten their anniversary. They had married early in college and though both still on the shy side of forty it was their twentieth. When he announced that he had to go to Miami for a meeting instead of getting mad or hurt Meredith planned to surprise him by booking her own trip there.
Instead of being charmed by her surprise visit; she'd been surprised to see him kissing and caressing his executive assistant. Meredith remained out of sight as she watched the two eat a more than business dinner together before retiring to his room together. She waited all night, stomach twisting in knots, until the other woman left, shoes in hand, at six in the morning. She had taken Tommy the very next day.
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Late last spring a light breeze rustles the sun dappled leaves over the tree shaded lawn. Tommy swings the weed eater along the fence edge taking the tops off the long grass. A straw lawn hat that protects his face and neck from the bright sun pulled low. Leaf clippings cling to his pants legs.
Meredith calls his name as she approaches. Today she chose a bright yellow short sundress with wide straps over her shoulders to wear. It is the shortest dress she owns. Normally she prefers in the mid-calf range that flows around her legs. For Tommy, though, she didn't want him to miss the invitation by being too subtle. The hem is mid-thigh on this one. She had thought about getting rid of it because she felt it was too little girl for a mature woman but hadn't gotten around to it yet.
The bodice is snug enough that the straps are almost unnecessary. Faux buttons run up the center. She opted to go braless and her hardened nipples are plainly visible through the cotton fabric. Her hair is caught up in a matching hairband. Yellow flats complete the ensemble. Meredith approaches the young man all innocently unaware of the effect her approach has on him.
"Tommy," she says again, "Honey, I left your check on the kitchen table for you when you're done."
"Yes, Mrs. Hammond." His eyes aren't quite raised to hers.
"Thanks, Hon," she says brightly with a light stroke on his arm then strolls sprightly back to the house. The weed eater zing doesn't start again until the patio door slides closed.
Inside Meredith gets herself ready to spring her very best Mrs. Robinson on him. She makes sure doors are open from the bedroom to the rest of the house. Lights are on making a path to her. The dress is undone so she can pull it down freeing a breast. And she reclines in bed listening to the whine of the lawn tool, pulling gently on her breast with a hand on her muff coaxing her juices to flow in anticipation.
Outside the trimmer whine stops. Shortly, the patio door shushes open on its glides. Meredith turns on her vibrator. It is the loudest model she could find. The heavy penis shaped toy jumps in her hand. She presses it to her opening and gives an authentic gasp as it goes to work on her hard button.
In the living room, "Mrs. Hammond?"
Meredith ignores his query. Instead she focuses on working her snatch with the faux penis. Her effort is rewarded with far from faked moans of pleasure. The noise drifts to her intended target. Through half closed eyes she can see him turn down the hall toward her bedroom. She sets the hook with a loud groan in response to a particularly long contact with the fake phallus. Then she closes her eyes and gives over to the toy's work.
With one hand she twists and pulls aggressively at her exposed nipple. The pain makes her gasp. Propped up on her pillows against the headboard she starts dipping the gyrating knob of the vibrator into her now sopping pussy. She groans as the hardened plastic pushes her lips apart. She groans and gasps as she pleases herself. Her legs push at the sheets. It takes all her restraint to keep from pushing the un-natural thing inside. Soon the sensations, the ecstasy over power her rational mind and she gives herself to the rising tide of sexual release. She cries out loudly. Utters obscenities. Then with the last bit of control left to her she says, "OH Tommy!"
The gasp from the doorway alerts her that her intended audience has not missed any of the show. Her eyes fly open. Tommy stands shame faced staring at her lewd display, the unmistakable outline of a raging hard-on visible in his pants.
In fake terror Meredith drops the fuck toy as she ineffectually grabs at her dress hem to cover her creaming pussy. Awkward silence muffles every sound but the buzzing from the toy. She can see the wheels turn behind his eyes and is lunging from the bed even as he bolts. Uncertain of the way out in his fear he hesitates allowing her to catch him in the living room.
She grabs his arm as they both crash onto the sofa. He scrambles to get disengaged while she presses her bare breast against any part of him that she can.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hammond, I didn't mean to watch you playing with your pussy, Mrs. Hammond I mean with your dildo I mean playing playing I mean I'm sorry please don't tell my mom," he rushes all at once.
"Tommy, it's ok. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Her leg drapes over his keeping his thighs apart while her hand rubs at his hard-on.
"Mrs. Hammond, you said my name," nearly hysterical?
"Oh, Tommy, it's true." She's got to calm him before her plan falls apart. "I'm lonely and you've been so kind to me," she coos soothingly. "Outside you smelled like mown grass and the outdoors. And I got excited. You made me feel that way. You made me feel like a woman should feel. And I'm always alone."
As she speaks he visibly relaxes under her. His eyes start to focus on the situation he finds himself in. They start to wonder toward her exposed breast. He licks his suddenly dry lips.
Seeing that her plan is taking hold she backs away turning her head melodramatically, "It's so wrong of me to feel this way, but I can't help myself." She looks back at him putting all the sensuality she can muster into her gaze. "I need a man to make me feel safe."
He's on the brink. His immaturity holds him back from taking the bounty set before him. She takes his hand and places it on her breast. He cups it gingerly. Breathily, "Thank you. I know I'll be safe with you."
"Yes, Mrs. Hammond."
As his hand slowly caresses her she reaches without permission to his fly, "Can I see it," she asks demurely.
"Yes, Mrs. Hammond," he breathes.
She undoes his fly. The zipper follows smoothly. Now it's her turn to lick her lips as she comes to the last barrier to her revenge. His cock strains against the dingy fabric. In her ear he catches his breath. She looks into his eyes. They're like saucers. Taking his head she draws him to her breast. As his lips brush her stiff bud he does what every man does and sucks her into his mouth. She gasps at the sudden stimulation.
