I had just gotten out of the shower, blow-dried my hair and was lying on the bed lightly running a finger between my moistening pussy lips when the doorbell rang. I groaned in frustration. I wanted so bad to touch my pussy and cum. As usual, after trying to entice my husband the night before, I went to bed without a cock. For some months now, Jim hadn't touched me once, and I was sure it was because of another woman. Most likely, Jim was banging one of the secretaries where he worked as a general manager. There were the telltale signs, the most telling being the light scent of a woman's perfume – not my perfume – on his dress shirts.
With a sigh, I pulled on a robe and headed for the door. I was surprised to find one of the young men that my twenty-two-year old daughter dates standing at the door. He smiled a little awkwardly when I opened the door. I've only met Ron once before and he seemed so nice that I felt sorry for him. But, you'd have to know my daughter to understand. Heather is a beautiful young woman: long blond hair, trim body with all the curves that men like to see, firm tits and ass, and long, slender legs. Her face is narrow with green eyes and sensuous lips. Being beautiful has caused my daughter to be somewhat of a bitch to the young men she dates. She uses men, and then throws them out like garbage. In short, Heather can be a bitch.
"Hello, Ron," I said politely. "What can I do for you?"
"I was just wondering if Heather is in. I've got the day off and I thought I might take her to lunch."
"I'm sorry. Heather is at work and I don't expect her home before five this evening."
"Oh."
I did feel bad for him. He looked like a lost dog and I wanted to tell him that he'd be better off without my daughter. But a mother can't betray her own child that way, even if the child is a bitch. The activities I had planned in my bedroom with my favorite toy were beckoning to me but Ron looked so lost that I couldn't help myself. I invited him in for something to drink.
As I followed the young man into the den, I noticed his slender, athletic build. Long, muscular looking legs, a tight, nicely formed ass under the shorts he wore and wide, broad shoulders. His chestnut brown hair was cut short, his bronze face cleanly shaven. He was a very nice looking young man, as well as polite. I brought him a soda from the kitchen and sat down beside him on the sofa.
"I've been trying to reach Heather," he said after a sip from the soda. "But I haven't had much luck."
"Well...Ron, Heather's been working some overtime lately and hasn't been home much." It was a lie and I felt horrible for covering for Heather this way. He deserved much more – they all did, who had the bad luck of running into my daughter. "Maybe she'll have more time soon."
"Yeah, I'd like to see her again."
My pussy was still wet from touching it, as it was when Ron rang the doorbell. And, sitting on the sofa with such a nice young man, especially one so handsome, I began to feel the heat again. My nipples under my robe were becoming hard and I could feel my juices begin to trickle down into the crack of my ass. In no time I wanted Ron and I didn't care if I was married and I certainly didn't care if he had dated my daughter. It took less then ten seconds to rationalize what I was about to do: my husband apparently had no interest in fucking me and my daughter could care less about this young man.
My only problem was Ron. Would he welcome an older woman? I mean, it wasn't like I was some horrid looking old bag: at forty-five, I still looked pretty nice, and I'm just an older version of my daughter, except I'm not as slender as she is. My breasts are bigger, not quite as firm as Heather's and my ass is a little larger. But I take care of myself, keep active, eat the right foods and I know that men find me attractive. But, I was afraid that the young man might feel he was betraying Heather and I couldn't tell him that he was probably the furthest thing from my daughter's mind. I couldn't tell him what kind of woman my daughter really is.
"You know, Ron, you're a very handsome man," I said, deciding to be a little direct. I didn't think I'd get him in my bed if I beat around the bush. I casually laid my left arm on the sofa back just behind his broad shoulders and turned slightly to face him. "Maybe you should date more than just one woman."
He shrugged and smiled. "Maybe, but I don't know..."
"A good looking guy like you should spread yourself around a little," I said.
"Well, it isn't always easy, Mrs. Taylor." He smiled and shrugged. "I hate to sound negative but it's a little harder for guys."
"I understand but you are so good looking and I'm sure any woman would love to date you." I tested the water a little by resting my right hand on his leg. "You have sexy legs, Ron. Do you work out? Your legs are so muscular."
"I, ah, jog some and go to the gym a couple times a week." Ron watched my hand as I lightly caressed his hairy, tanned thigh. He seemed a little nervous and I saw his eyes go to the front door once, as if expecting Heather to suddenly walk in.
"You know, we'll be alone for another four hours or so," I said gently, my voice trembling a little with the heat of my building lust. "We could get more comfortable if you know what I mean."
I couldn't believe how hot he was making me. I guess it had a lot to do with seducing a man for the first time in my life, but I really wanted him. I needed his hard, throbbing young cock in me, pumping, slamming hard and fast into my wet cunt.
"I...if Heather found out..." He knew exactly what I meant.
"Heather doesn't have to know, Ron." I slid my hand slowly up his thigh and onto the front of his shorts. "You're hard, baby. I can do something about that."
"Mrs. Taylor..." he gasped softly.
"Karen," I said with a smile. "You can call me Karen."
I released his cock and stood up. I walked around the coffee table, kicked off my slippers and turned to face him. I was so aroused that my legs trembled. He sat on the sofa watching me. Without a word, I shrugged out of the robe and let it fall to the floor around my feet. I sucked in a long, deep breath. I had never been this brazen before but it felt so deliciously wicked that I thought I would go mad with desire.
""I'm offering you my body, Ron," I said softly. While he watched, I cupped my heavy breasts for a moment, gently pulled my hard nipples, and then ran my hands slowly down over my hips. His eyes were wide as he watched one hand slip between my legs and part my wet lips. "If you're interested, I'll be in the master bedroom."
Without another word, I turned and left the room. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I walked and this made me hotter. I felt like such a slut, something I had always despised before. But now, not only did it feel right, but also I liked it! I liked being a slut! I crawled onto my bed and spread my long legs wide and waited. I nearly stopped breathing so I could hear the door close if he had chosen to leave.
Then, he was at the door to my bedroom. I lay in bed watching his eyes rake over my naked body. I can't tell you how excited it made me feel to be naked for this young man while he was still dressed. It was wicked! I could see the huge bulge his cock made in the front of his shorts and I almost cried out for it. But I remained silent. For some reason I wanted Ron to be the first to speak.
"You are so fucking hot!" he exclaimed breathlessly.
"You like my body?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!"
