Author's note:
This is a follow-on story from Cougar Adventures and a few of the characters from my original story make an appearance again.
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Cougar Games
Part I
Mrs Jones got married, darlings! You didn't think it would ever happen did you?
Well, my new husband is sixty-five years old. Yes sixty-five. Oh, don't look so shocked. His name is Robert and he was my gardener!
It turns out that Robert is stinking rich. Isn't it just delightful how an ordinary person roaming in your midst is actually a secret millionaire? Well, once I found out this news, of course I said yes. We all want to be a kept woman, don't we?
Robert is well aware of my preference for younger men and in fact has offered to turn a blind eye to my shenanigans. It also transpires that Robert is gay. He told me in the strictest of confidence. He still hasn't plucked up courage to share this with his close family and friends, except for his son.
Speaking of son, did I mention that Robert's son, Jason is an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man? At thirty, I suppose he is a little bit older than the ones I usually train, but my God, he is delicious.
I think Jason got all his good looks from his father. Tall, broad shoulders, strong back and legs. Very blue eyes. When I saw him, I asked myself, "Is it ok to fuck one's own stepson?" I suppose legally he is my stepson, but in reality, my marriage is only for appearances, so I suppose he isn't really my step anything, is he?
When I met Jason for the first time, I felt a frisson of excitement and tingling in my pussy. We all know what that means!
Jason himself did not seem immune to my charms. When I reached over to give him an enormous welcome hug, I felt something else that was enormous hit my stomach. My God, I practically wet my panties. It was all I could do not to grind myself against him.
When we parted, he had a look of shock on his face, which I found very endearing. To put the poor boy at ease, I gave him a wink and a gentle squeeze on his strong biceps. Wow, how I'd love those strong arms to pick me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me hard against the wall.
I had to figure out a way to get Jason alone so I could have my wicked way with him. I was positively sure that Robert wouldn't mind. He was such a good sport.
Part II
My new, wonderful life is now in a huge mansion, with two acres of land in the leafy posh town in the South West of London. We have our own black wrought iron gate and sweeping curved driveway, lined with trees.
Every time I drive through our gates and to our sprawling house, I feel like the queen. The irony that I live with a queen has not passed me by, darling.
How did a gay man ever spawn a delightful, handsome, heterosexual man you may ask? I did put this question to Robert and he sheepishly admitted that he slept with a woman once, just to see what it was like. Georgina was someone he knew from school. They liked each other and she knew he was gay, but was happy for him to experiment with her. Nine months later, out popped Jason.
As I said before, Jason knows that Robert is queer. He is rather indifferent to it all. I mean once you've seen your father in a dress, heels and make-up, nothing else can surprise you, can it (this was at the age of four, when Jason walked in on Robert and caught him in his finery). Yes, Robert is gay and enjoys dressing up like a woman. I'm sure there's a special term for that, but no one likes to be labelled, do they?
So here I now lie, lounging by our outdoor pool, which is double the size of my previous one. Robert is busy tending to the gardens. It is very similar to my life at my old house.
I am enjoying the sun in my itsy bitsy, black bikini, when who should suddenly appear, as if by magic, but my darling son Jason. Oh yes, you're right, he is not technically my son, but since I have never had children of my own, I do love calling him "son".
"My darling," I cooed when I saw him. "Do come and give mummy a kiss." I waved him over frantically.
He was standing quite far away, at the opposite end of the pool, tall and motionless. His hands were thrust in his jeans. His white t-shirt looked lovely against his tanned skin and dark hair. He looked petulant and moody, which I found quite arousing.
"Come on, what are you dithering for?" I continued to wave at him.
His face was so serious. I needed to inject some fun into his life. His job as a Project Manager in an Engineering company was sucking the life out of him.
I watched him move slowly and cautiously towards me.
"Good morning, Mrs Jones," he said formally.
"Dear Lord, boy!" I said. "I'm not Mrs Jones anymore and I've already told you, you can call me mummy."
His lips pressed into a thin line. "You're not my mother. We are not related in any shape or form," he spat out.
I gasped at the hostility, "Goodness me, young man. You are positively rude. If you're not careful, I'll give you a damn good spanking. Now bend down and give me a kiss."
Reluctantly and apprehensively, Jason leaned down as though he had been asked to kiss a viper.
His mouth was oh so close to my cheek and at the very last second, I turned my head and his lips landed on mine.
He leapt back as though electrocuted his eyes wide in shock.
"Oops, sorry, dear boy." I wasn't sorry at all.
He stormed off in a huff and I admired his perfect buttocks in his tight jeans.
Such a delectable body, but if only I could get it naked and underneath me.
Part III
That evening, during dinner with Robert, we had a serious heart to heart.
"Robert darling, do you think Jason is gay too?" I asked.
He burst out laughing and nearly spat out the piece of chicken that he had been chewing .
"No dear, of course not. What on earth made you think that?"
I couldn't possibly tell my husband that his son was spurning my advances could I?
"Well, darling he never talks about girls and has never brought a girlfriend home to see us. Does he date, do you think?"
"He's fine, love. Just a bit shy around women, I think. He's had a few girlfriends over the years. Trust me, my son is one hundred percent as straight as your hair, after you've run your GHD hot irons over them."
"I do love it when you talk hair and make-up, darling. Shall we have a pamper evening? We can paint each other's nails and do our make-up together. You need more practice."
Robert looked over at me with a huge smile and a wink. "Yes, that would be lovely."
Gosh, it was truly marvelous having my own gay best friend, who also happened to be my husband. I just needed to sort out our son.
Part IV
The very next day, I called Jason,
"Hello darling, it's me, your mother."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line and I could feel his apprehension through my phone.
Through gritted teeth, I heard him say, "I've told you before, you are not my mother. I already have one."
"There, there now pet, don't be so hostile," I said soothingly. "There is nothing wrong with having two mother figures in your life."
"What do you want, Mrs Jones?" he asked in a rather annoying and sarcastic tone.
"Darling, I wanted to ask if you'd like to come over for lunch this Sunday, with your father and I. We would love to spend more time with you. I can make your favourite - beef casserole."
"That's not my favourite," he replied curtly.
"What is your favourite meal then, poppet? I'll cook it for you. I'm quite the masterchef you know," I boasted.
"Beef Wellington," he answered reluctantly.
"Oh what a coincidence, darling! That is one of my specialities and favourite dishes. We have so much in common already. Come round about midday?"
"Fine. I'm only doing this for dad. I know he likes you a lot and I want to keep the peace," he said.
"How positively civilised. Thank you for all your efforts, darling. I look forward to seeing you Sunday. Please don't be late. You know how I love good manners in a young man."
"I..."
I cut him off and smiled to myself in glee. Let the cougar games begin.
Part V
The week past by in a blur of sunbathing and shopping with Robert. I hadn't had a decent fuck in over three weeks and I was feeling terribly horny.
Robert, bless him felt awful for me. I do get a bit ratty when I am not serviced regularly and the poor dear was getting the short end of the stick.
At one point, when I yelled at him for brushing my hair too roughly, he even suggested calling an escort agency and helping me choose a nice young man (one for him too). It was oh so temping, but I was holding out for someone more delicious. I didn't have the heart to tell dear Robert it was his own son I wanted between my legs.
On Sunday, I pulled out all the stops to cook Jason a scrumptious meal. I was rushing around the kitchen like a busy bee; seasoning beef, rolling pastry, slicing apples to make a crumble and rubbing flour to butter for the topping.
Robert kept popping in from the garden to watch me with a delighted smile on his face.
"It makes me so happy, my dear to see you take such a interest in Jason. You are such a good stepmother to him. I am sure he will appreciate all this wonderful food." He came over and gave me a platonic peck on the cheek.
"Oh my darling man, Jason is the sweetest young boy. I would do anything for him," I smiled back at my best friend.
Inside I was in a slight turmoil about my ulterior motives, but at the end of the day, a woman cannot control her natural urges, can she?
The table was set, the beef wellington in the oven and I was dressed to the nines in a pretty pale blue summer dress. It had a very low cut top to show my ample cleavage, was nipped in at the waist and flowing just above my knees. It was a beautiful silk number and I thought it matched Jason's eyes quite beautifully.
"You look stunning, dear," said Robert when he saw me, "if you were my size, I'd ask to borrow that dress," he winked at me.
I giggled coquettishly and went over to give him a big hug. He really was one of a kind.
The doorbell rang at exactly midday. I do love a young man who was so punctual. I rushed to the door and threw it open, my arms wide for a hug.
