It Doesn't Matter yet Does

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 third of three parts in the "It Doesn't Matter" short series.

-- The Author

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Mrs. Laura Carver waited nervously in the bar, sipping her drink. It had been almost a week since their last encounter. They'd talked some, and met for lunch, but neither mentioned any of the events of the weekend. They flirted a bit with each other, but not much. It was as if none of it had ever happened. Now it had grown unexpectedly awkward.

Danny was her own daughter's boyfriend. Okay, ex-boyfriend, but Stephanie still loved him. She'd gone too far away to school for them to keep it together. And they were both young. They needed to experiment. They needed to experience other people, other lovers. But she wanted Danny back in the end, everyone sort of knew it.

Laura was never really sure what Danny himself wanted.

She should know, she thought. She knew him well enough. She'd known him since he was a little boy. She drove them on their first, cute little dates. She guided them out the door to the prom. She saw the look in his eye, pride, joy and terror at perhaps being exposed, when he'd taken her daughter's virginity, as if she didn't already know, or couldn't guess. She could still remember that look.

She helped the damn boy do his laundry.

It was all so close to incest, and cheating, it was hard to ignore. Yet Laura didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. It didn't bother her that they'd gone as far as they did. It bothered her that they hadn't gone farther. But she was afraid now that Danny never would, or worse yet that it might have driven them further apart. She couldn't bear that.

And she wasn't sure what he thought of her now. Was she a slut in the boy's eyes? Had he decided she'd gone too far? Had she ruined everything?

At least he'd agreed to meet her here, at a pub on a Friday evening. That was a good sign.

* * *

Mrs. Carver sat primly and properly at the bar, seeming stiff and distant. She must be embarrassed, Dan thought. Or she could be having second thoughts about everything. He'd never imagined she could be this bold, not Mrs. Carver down the street. She was careful, and reserved, even timid. She could be the life of any party if she ever tried, with her smile and her looks and her wit, but she always chose to hang back and play it safe.

He'd never seen such a beautiful, sexy wall-flower in his life. He couldn't understand why she was so reserved and insecure.

At least, she had been until they had started their game. Then she seemed to change before his eyes.

Not entirely change, Dan thought. She'd always acted that way with him, to some degree. She was always more open, and more in control, and more self confident with him. It was almost like she was a different person for him than for everyone else. She was always the loving, protecting, mothering type for the little boy down the block, the one that everyone thought would marry her daughter some day.

But now she seemed to be backing off.

"How was your day?" he asked her.

"Good."

"Just good?"

"Long. The day dragged on forever. The whole week has."

"Because you couldn't wait to see me?"

Dan regretted it the moment he'd said it. It sounded needy. He hated that, and he knew women hated that. Women didn't like needy, insecure guys. They liked a guy in control, a guy brimming with confidence.

But Mrs. Carver brightened at the comment. She smiled widely, then tried to hide it by taking a sip of her drink while fighting it back.

"Yes, a bit," she said after composing herself and swallowing.

* * *

They talked for a while about different things, stupid, meaningless things. Danny was a lot more comfortable and relaxed than Laura had expected. She started to think she'd had it all wrong. She got her confidence back. She decided it was time for one more try.

"My next exams are going to be a bitch," he was explaining. "Too much blowing off lately, and the courses are a lot tougher than my friends lead me to believe. I thought this semester was going to be a breeze."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's not your fault they're tough, or that I've been blowing off."

"No, not about that. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry."

"So I'm going to have to study harder. Maybe stay up an hour later every night, trying to catch up."

"It was my fault, not yours. I am sorry."

Dan was avoiding her gaze, looking into his drink.

"You don't ever have to apologize for anything, Mrs. Carver. Laura. I'm a grown man, now. I do what I want. You haven't made me do anything."

"Not for that, silly. When you were sixteen."

That got his attention. He looked at her with an expression of confusion held in check.

"Sixteen?"

"Yes, when you were grounded. For a month, I think it was."

"That doesn't narrow it much. I was always grounded, and it always seemed like it was for years."

"When you walked in on me, naked."

"How was that your fault, except for the way you carried on about it? Man, I've never seen my parents, or Stephanie, so furious. I was grounded and I didn't even see much of anything. Stephanie wouldn't even hold my hand for weeks. And it really was an accident. Really."

"No it wasn't."

"It was. I swear it was."

"It wasn't. I tricked you into doing it."

"What?"

His eyes were wide now. She'd gotten a good rise out of him with that.

"I left the door ajar. I purposely took the shower knowing you were upstairs. I purposely left the shower on so you'd think I was still in it. I purposely took the book you were looking for and put it in my room."

"You set the whole thing up? Just so you could ground me?"

"No! God, no. I never wanted to punish you. I didn't think Stephanie would come up just then and catch you. Us. I thought she'd just stay downstairs and wait for me to get ready."

"Why, then?"

"I wanted you to see me," Laura said into her glass, unable to meet his angry glare.

He didn't answer her. She didn't think he'd be this angry.

"I didn't expect Stephanie to come in, and when she did, I panicked. I was afraid everyone would realize what I'd done, so I threw a tantrum, and made a big deal out of being embarrassed."

"You wanted me to see you?"

"I felt so bad that night. I put everything on you, and it was horrible. You were grounded, your parents talked about you being a pervert, Stephanie said she hated you. The tension for the next week was unbearable, and it was all my fault."

Laura stared into her glass again, reliving all of the shame and guilt she'd felt back then.

"It was worth it," Danny said.

Laura snapped her head up to look into his eyes. His expression was hard and emotionless, but after a moment his mouth widened into a grin, and once again Laura melted.

"It was worth every bit of it, even for as little as I saw. I virtually fell in love with you that day. At least, I knew what I liked in a woman. Physically, I mean."

Now it was Laura's turn to smile broadly. She watched and warmed and melted some more as Danny's gaze kept dropping to her mouth, and her smile, before pulling back up to look deeply into her eyes.

"Um, do you want to come to my place for dinner tonight?" she asked.

She could hear her voice shiver as she said it. Inside she slapped herself. She sounded like a little girl, shyly asking a guy out on a date. That wasn't how she wanted it to come out.

Danny's smile faded. Now it was his turn again to look into his glass, then look around the bar.

"Sure," he said eventually, but emotionlessly.

"Can you give me a few minutes to get things ready before you drop by?"

The dear boy looked at her for a while, trying to work things out. Laura wanted to make it more clear what she was asking for. She didn't want to come out and say it, but she didn't want him to have any surprises, or doubts.

"Okay. How long?"

"Ten minutes, tops. I'll leave the door open. Just come on in."

Danny smiled at her again, and Laura melted for what seemed like the ten thousandth time in her life. She didn't want to leave until he stopped smiling at her, and she felt herself getting shamelessly wet at the same time. Her entire body tingled.

Danny studied her mouth again, then leaned toward her, moving his lips toward hers. Laura glanced quickly around the bar in a panic. No one was watching them. No one in the bar right now knew them. The bartender was facing the other way, washing glasses.

In a moment his lips were on hers. The touch was soft at first, but it wasn't long before the pressure increased. His young lips were so warm and soft, far softer than she'd ever expected. Their mouths matched perfectly, as he moved his lips easily over hers, pressing, tasting, touching, probing, exploring. Laura parted her mouth, inviting his tongue in, but it never came.

Danny pulled slowly away, while Laura leaned into him, trying to continue the tender, unneighborly kiss. She sat with her eyes closed, and her heart pounding, and her body slipping away. She suddenly felt as if she was falling, making her reflexively snap her eyes open as she reached for the bar to catch and steady herself.

Danny was right there, staring at her with a look of love and longing that she'd never, ever seen in a man's eyes. That one brief, tentative kiss had been amazing. Unbelievable.

With an act of will, Laura pushed herself off of her barstool, stood up unsteadily, and backed away. She held his gaze until she found the strength to turn and walk, but she still stole quick glances back, where her darling, handsome would be young lover sat staring at her, smiling, and nursing his drink.

* * *

Dan entered Mrs. Carver's apartment as quietly as he could, then eased the door shut, hoping to surprise her. He walked and looked first toward the bedroom, to the left. It seemed empty. Turning, he caught sight of her to his right, through the archway leading into the kitchen.

He saw the straight backs of her deliciously long, shapely legs, their muscles made taught by high heels, and her posture. She was bent over the kitchen table, facing away, poised beside a single, long sharp knife, with her bare ass raised and exposed to him. His gaze immediately went there, to the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks, with her tempting holes, anus and cunt together, clearly exposed between them.

Her ankles were tied, separately, to the two nearest legs of the table with sheer black pantyhose, so her legs and ass were spread for him. Her sweet, tight little anus was clearly visible as a slightly darker, puckered hole closed tightly between her fleshy ass cheeks.

Her cunt beneath it was even more beautiful. He could see the curls of golden brown pubic hair, but even better he could see her cunt lips, like large undulating flower petals, glistening with moisture, and seemingly already open for him, beckoning to him to enter her as quickly as he could.

Dan stood there a long while, watching her. He'd moved quietly, so he didn't know if she'd heard him or not. Her body was pressed flat against the table, with her wrists bound together before her with black hose, and bound tightly as well to the far table legs to either side of her. Her head was flat against the table, turned to the side, with her hair again disheveled and falling across her face, obscuring her vision.

Mrs. Carver was a captured angel, bound and displayed for him and offered to him, to be used however and whenever he wished.

* * *

Laura hadn't heard Danny enter, so the shock was thrilling when she heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper right behind her. She fought the urge to twist back to look at him. Instead she enjoyed the thought of him having been there for she didn't know how long, admiring her and lusting after her.

He had to take her now, tonight. He just had to.

Laura was thinking this, while trembling with fear and anticipation, when she unexpectedly felt his stiff, hot cock brush against the left side of her ass cheek. She couldn't entirely stop the squeal that rushed out of her mouth. She cut it off by biting her lip as Danny gently brushed his cock across her entire ass, from side to side, as if tickling her gently with a huge, hot, hard feather.

That torment lasted only a moment before he settled his long cock into the crack of her ass. Once there, it slipped forward and back, smoothly dry fucking her. She eagerly clenched her ass cheeks together, trying to squeeze and hold him and pleasure him as much as she could.

For fun, she taunted him again.

"Don't fuck me, Danny. Please don't fuck me. Not Mrs. Carver. Not with your little boy's cock."

In response, Danny pressed his cock hard against her. She felt his hard stomach muscles and hips crushing her ass, with the pressure of his flaming cock between them. It felt massive now, bigger than it had ever looked. She knew it was her imagination, but in her head she saw the boy's cock as the biggest, most desirable thing she'd ever seen.

"You little slut, Mrs. Carver. You want it. You're not fooling anyone. You desperately want to feel my cock inside you."

"No, Danny, no I don't. Please, please let me go. Please don't fuck me."

Danny laughed at her again, as he took his cock away. Laura gripped the edge of the table, waiting for long, agonizing moments without his touch, or even a sound. She felt as if she'd been abandoned.

His cock touched her again, on the outside of her right hip. From there, he slid it gently down her leg, stroking her. He moved it again, to the inside of her right thigh up just below her burning cunt. She thought about how wet she was. She thought about how close the boy's cock was to entering her, when he slipped it down the inside of her leg, and then the contact was gone.

Laura moaned loudly in disappointment.

"So you want me to leave you alone?" Danny asked. His voice was hard and angry.

"No," Laura said reflexively, then caught herself. "Yes, yes, leave me alone, Danny. Don't make me fuck you. Don't make me feel your sinful cock anymore."

In mid sentence, Laura felt his heavenly tongue touch the folds of skin that covered her clitoris. She wailed at the sudden, unexpected sensation.

* * *

After that one, quick flick, Dan hesitated a moment, there on his knees behind her, to study Mrs. Carver's beautiful, irresistible slit up close. He looked at her bulging vulva, with cunt lips that curled like waves, spread invitingly to reveal the wet, pink heaven beneath them.

He slipped his tongue in, just the very tip, letting it taste her, before tracing the length of her slit down, from the end closest to her anus toward her clitoris. Once there, his tongue artfully separated the folds of skin until it found the button of her clitoris, where it swirled and tickled and tormented her. The woman immediately began to squeal and whimper at his tongue's forays, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning into her sweet tasting cunt.

"Oh, Danny. Oh, Danny, darling Danny, sweet, darling Danny."

That was the beginning of a long, barely changing song from Mrs. Carver, a high pitched, squealing, chorus of love and lust and longing for her young lover. Dan took his time with her, as much time as he could bring himself to endure, as his cock screamed at him to do something completely different. Still, as long as she squealed and sang to him, he thought he could never stop.

* * *

Danny's tongue was like a wicked sorcerer's wand, magically sucking Laura's life and soul out of her body through her clitoris. Her young lover's tongue was like nothing she'd ever felt, and her passion increased ten fold with that thought. The boy was enjoying her cunt, and pleasing her, like no other man ever could or would.

Laura felt herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She knew it could come at any moment, that she was losing control and that when it hit her, when she was pushed over the edge, she was going to lose her mind. As delightful as it was, before that happened she needed something else from him, something more.

"Fuck me now, Danny. Please, please, my dear baby, my darling little boy, fuck me now. Teach Mrs. Carver to love your cock now. Teach my cunt to love your cock like I love your tongue."

In response, Danny drove his tongue deep into the crevice of her cunt. His tongue marauded through her, like an evil snake searching for something, hunting for something to devour, or to torture. For herself, Laura responded by driving her cunt back into his face and onto his tongue. She could move a lot, despite the bonds, and she took advantage of that bit of freedom, grinding her ass and her cunt against her young stud's face with utterly wicked, sinful abandon.

And then he was gone.

Laura grabbed the edges of the table more tightly. She continued to rotate her ass, searching for him. Half of her wanted his talented tongue back on her aching clitoris. She was so close to orgasm, she felt that one more touch from him would send her mind spinning into space, never to return. Yet another part of her thought that now he would finally, gratefully, and perfectly enter her. Now he was going to fuck her.

She listened in frightful disappointment as he walked around the table. Laura opened her eyes to admire his hard muscled, athletic body as he moved. He slipped along with the grace of a lion, and with the same obvious, strong rippling movements of his sinews. She admired the folds between his abdominal muscles, and the dramatic, powerful "v" shape of his frame where it spread up from his strong thighs and hips to broad, rounded shoulders and arms above a chest accented with more taught muscles.

Then he stood before her. Right before her eyes, just inches from her extended arms and hands, his cock hovered, his young, engorged cock, the cock she'd longed for and dreamed of for months now. It was right there, just out of reach.

* * *

"Is this what you want, Mrs. Carver?" he asked her.

Dan stared at her face, almost immobilized by the look of total, unrestrained lust in the woman's eyes. She stared at his cock the same way, unable to take her eyes off of it.

"Answer me. Is this what you want?" he demanded.

She glanced up at him then, briefly, only to quickly bring her smoldering gaze back down to his cock.

"Yes," she whispered. She looked up at him again, a little frightened, like a child looking to a teacher for praise, to see if she'd answered correctly.

"Yes," she repeated, more firmly. "That's what I want. I want your sweet cock."

Dan eased himself forward, guiding his cock into her bound, waiting hands. Her fingers quickly enveloped it, gently dancing over its taught skin with feather touches, just as he'd tormented her with his lips when she had been bound to the door.

"Touch it like Stephanie used to touch it, Mrs. Carver."

Dan closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock gracefully through her fingertips, fucking her hand much like he soon intended to fuck her sweet cunt. Her touch was painfully delicate, as ghostly as the kisses he'd once bathed her in. Despite that, or maybe because of it, he felt the cum quickly building in his balls and his cock. The unexpected sensation made him snap his eyes open, as he began the tormenting struggle of fighting it back, of making himself last, both for her and for him.

"Like this, Danny? Did my baby touch you like this? Did Stephanie touch you like this?"