This is the older woman/younger man version of a set of four separate, three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. "It Doesn't Count" involves a brother and sister, "A Mother's Lust" involves a mother and son, "It Doesn't Matter" involves an older woman and her daughter's young ex-boyfriend, while "It Shouldn't Matter" involves a young woman and her younger sister's ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same.
This is the second of three parts in the "It Doesn't Matter" short series. All are equally good, and all have sex in them, so you might as well start at the beginning, so situations and references to past events make more sense.
-- The Author
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Mrs. Laura Carver stared at the ceiling, bothered by a strand of dust that had seemingly grown overnight in the corner of her bedroom. She'd have to get the broom out tomorrow.
She snapped back to what she was doing, or what she was supposed to be doing, with the sudden realization that she was so utterly bored by Matt that she thought about housekeeping as he fucked her. They'd only been dating for five weeks, and she was already that bored. He lay on her, and between her, and inside of her, thrusting away, while Laura stared at the ceiling noticing bothersome cobwebs.
Laura made a concerted effort to focus on Matt. She let her fingers trace the contours of his shoulder blades, although what she instead noticed was the bulge of his own small pot belly pressing against her more trim one. She let her hands drift down to his ass, where she halfheartedly pulled him further inside her. She let her lips nibble on his ears and neck.
She quickly admitted to herself that this wasn't doing anything for her. She easily let herself do as she'd done for the past several weeks, almost since she and Matt had started sleeping together.
She thought about Danny.
Laura closed her eyes, and instantly it was Danny on top of her, and Danny inside of her. Laura soon came alive, unconsciously stroking Matt's back and moving her own hips in time with his, helping him to find her own rhythm, and to penetrate her more deeply. A low moan escaped her lips. Her breathing quickened. In response, Matt quickened his thrusts as well, either for his own pleasure, or mistakenly thinking that he was having some effect on Laura.
Matt began to kiss her. Laura hated the way Matt kissed, and because of that she couldn't even pretend that it was Danny kissing her. Danny had to kiss better than Matt did, but she had no way of knowing, because she and Danny had never kissed, at least not passionately. She had never given him anything more than a motherly peck on the cheek. She had to imagine what it would be like, but she couldn't with Matt's mouth on her own. It ruined the moment for her. She twisted her head to the side in frustration, seemingly in an act of uncontrolled passion, ripping her mouth away from his.
"Oh, baby," Laura whispered ambiguously. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me like only you can."
Matt redoubled his efforts as Laura pictured Danny, her own daughter's deliciously young ex-boyfriend. She imagined that it was his breath panting on her neck, his young, muscled chest crushing her breasts between them, and his almost virgin ass cheeks withstanding the raking tear of her fingernails. Her screams became louder, matching the rhythms of her body's lust.
"Oh, baby, oh, yes, fuck me Da..."
Laura caught herself, she hoped in time.
"Deeper," she recovered. "Fuck me deeper, baby."
Matt began to groan. Laura wickedly heard her big little boy Danny groaning in his place. She felt the boy's strong hands suddenly tighten on her shoulders, using them for leverage to force himself more deeply inside of her. She felt that darling baby's mouth open passionately against her neck, bathing it in hot, wet kisses. And she screamed with him as she came, soon after she felt his cock stiffen and surge inside of her, imagining that it was that hot young man ferociously pumping her full of cum.
In moments, Danny had brought her to orgasm, just as he had many weeks ago. He'd done it then, and now, without once touching her, although at least that first time they'd been in the same room together. He'd then gone on to do it almost every time she'd been fucked by Matt. Danny had never laid a finger on her in all of her life, and yet he had given her more orgasms, and more powerful orgasms, than any other man, ever.
Laura stared at the ceiling, this time seeing absolutely nothing, but wishing she were somewhere else, anywhere else, with Danny.
* * *
In the weeks after Danny and Laura had pantomimed sleeping together, when Laura had made Danny come simply by brushing his cock with her long hair, nothing more, Laura had gone on to create a twisted but harmless game out of teasing him. She flirted with him shamelessly. She dressed provocatively. She was constantly almost touching him, or almost kissing him, or almost hugging him, just as they had that night in bed together. She called him "lover" and "tiger" and "honey", and any other sweetheart's pet name she could think of. She asked him to start calling her Laura, instead of Mrs. Carver.
Danny grumbled about it occasionally, but at worst he took it well, and Laura knew that in fact he really liked it. He even seemed to get a little angry when she didn't play the game. Sometimes she did that, she just treated him like the boy that had once dated her daughter, to get him jealous. It made her feel warm to know he was jealous, and hungry enough for her attention to let her frustrate him so easily.
And he had stopped dating other women.
* * *
Dan had Megan on her stomach beneath him. He propped himself up on his arms, staring at the curves of her smooth, round ass, as he slowly and patiently slipped his cock in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. He'd taken to bedding only mature blondes lately, preferably straight haired blondes, as close to Mrs. Carver's age as he could. They were all easy lays, for a young, handsome, sex crazed stud like him. By fucking them from behind, like this, with their faces in the pillow, he could easily imagine that his lovers were actually Stephanie's mother, Mrs. Laura Carver.
He focused on the feel of Megan's cunt around his cock. In moments, all that existed were his stiff, engorged prick and the warm, moist feeling of the soft, enveloping, living walls of her cunt. Except it wasn't Megan's cunt Dan felt, it was Mrs. Carver's. Dan would gently move his hips forward and back, trying to subtly increase the strength of the sensations along the length of his shaft. It felt best when he could push himself all the way in, so her hot cunt smothered his cock completely to the base, and he felt entirely consumed by her. He could hold himself there, enjoying the encompassing, drenching warmth, and enjoying the fantasy of both completely filling and being embraced by Mrs. Carver's delicious cunt.
It couldn't last, though. Dan stayed calmly deep inside of her, but as the sensations grew less intense, Dan had to pull himself slowly out, savoring the feeling of Megan's cunt as it tugged on the skin of his prick and the rim around the head of his prick. Once he'd withdrawn far enough, as far as he could stand, he'd reverse and teasingly ease his way back in, enjoying both the friction and the growing warmth as her cunt took his entire cock again, inch by satisfying inch.
Megan began to squeal in a breathy, high pitched voice.
"Faster, Dan, faster, fuck me faster. Please, faster.".
