I had chased after young Ajay when I thought I would not have enough boys to satisfy my needs. I know that I need young men, young enough to be my son, to come to my bed and provide me with all kind of sexual pleasures. Boys, almost, just like I lusted after when I was in my university days. Boys with perpetually hard dicks and an eagerness to do anything I ask. Who can shoot big loads of their baby-making stuff and still be ready for more. It lets me relive my youth and I have enjoyed the thrill of seducing them and teaching them.
My sex life is so much better than with my boring ex-husband. And I get horny even when I am not with one of my young men. My vag is often wet from thinking about screwing. My nipples are almost constantly hard. I masturbate more than ever, lying on the same bed where I've had my fun with my young lovers.
Ajay has been special in his own way. He has a fine body - muscled and hard and with such power if he ever wanted to use it. And I admit that his dark skin was part of the attraction. Its fabulous to watch his darkness against my pale body as he lies between my legs, licking my vag, or when gets behind to give me a proper "doggy" screwing. His penis is a delight. Black and uncircumcised – my first on both counts. Its another naughty pleasure to play with his foreskin, in my hand and on my tongue.
I almost could not believe my luck that he was a virgin when I first took him to my bed. I still remember the day I gave my virginity away – to a rather nice young man called Peter. I was not sad at all. The feeling was more a mix of pride and thrill to have finally done it. I had no idea wat I was doing, then. And along came Ajay and the tables were turned. It was very special to know that I was his first and that he'll never forget me.
I have enjoyed teaching Ajay, as much as any of my young men. Even after a few visits to my bed it was obvious his technique was betting better.
At the same time, I started to feel that I should let go of Ajay. In fact, I knew I was not going to keep him. He is special. But all of my boys have been special.
Ryan was my first, almost an accident, and he started me on this wonderful adventure. I've not forgotten how grateful and excited I was to let him fuck me. I rediscovered my passion for sex. I did things I'd not done for a long time – and enjoyed them more than ever. Guiding his penis to my vag. Stroking his dick and making him spurt. Making him cum in my mouth like I was a desperate teenager. He helped me to feel really alive again.
Ben, from the train, had the most wonderful penis. I knew I was lucky the day I took him home and seduced him. I still wonder what we might have made of a longer affair. He is often in my thoughts when I masturbate, playing with my vag and thinking of the way he filled me. Ben was the reason I got a larger vibrator and sometimes I like to slowly work it into my vag and think of his young body on top of mine.
Jens was a brief fling, opportunistic and very satisfying. He had confidence but still the clumsiness of youth. With Jens I let myself be slutty from the start and that was validating.
And there have been some other, older men as well since my husband left. Not forgetting the chance with Kristine.
The crowning glory so far has been Clayton. Maybe that's why I kept him for so long, even after I 'd decided I didn't want a boyfriend or a long-term lover. Seducing Clayton has been the best. I've known him for a long time and I knew he had lustful thoughts about me. And the risks have been so much greater. I won't tell you exactly how I know Clayton. Its enough to say that we are not related by blood - its not an incestuous love. He will always be my favourite
Clayton made my pulse race from that first time, when I surprised him in his home and got him to show his penis. The way he responded to me, the shooting of his copious jets of semen, was so thrilling and rewarding. That excitement has never stopped. I've helped him grow into a man. He has a girlfriend now. Its time to let him go, slowly.
So when I started planning to seduce Ajay I was thinking of a replacement for my sweet Clayton. Which was always doomed to fail. Its not Ajay's fault. He is a very nice young man. And I was truly grateful to have two young, horny lovers to take care of me.
But I knew it could not last when I asked him to lick my bottom. You see, Clayton is eager and willing to give me whatever I asked. He was grateful to me and happy to let me, as the older woman, guide him. When I asked Ajay to lick my bum, even after that first time, he has seemed reluctant. I began to realise that perhaps Ajay was not as excited about our lovemaking as my other boys.
So I needed to start over. It's a good thing that a woman with my needs can always find opportunities.
First, I set my sights on Richard. He was going to be especially enjoyable because, at least in my mind, I would settle a score with my daughter. He is a little older than I like. I am certain he is long past being a virgin. But the power of sex with Richard would be that I was taking something from her. How wicked I've become.
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Richard is a very nice young man. He was always polite when he came to the house. I knew he was not the type my daughter would date. But I always felt she was safe with a group of friends like Richard. He is 25 years old now. He is a plain-looking boy with short brown hair. A little taller than average with long, lean limbs. I always knew he was fit because he was a keen runner. I had never fantasised about his penis until after we met in the street by accident that day.
My passion these days is luring sexy young men – barely men – into my bed. Its risky and there is always a little fear as well. And it is thrilling and so very satisfying.
The same feelings rose in me when I thought about Richard. This time the fear was for a good reason. I had no idea of how Richard would respond to me. I didn't want rejection. Worse would be if he was so repelled that he exposed my new life. What if he told my daughter?
But those fears faded away as his car pulled up in the street. I was thinking that he was a different kind of taboo altogether. My heart was racing. Underneath my thin summer dress my nipples were hard.
"Hi. Its really good to see you," I said with a warm smile as I opened my door. "Did you find it OK?"
"Yeah. I've been here plenty of times so I remembered the way."
"I don't have many visitors now. And it's a big house. I'm in the process of moving, actually."
It was just small talk. I don't know that Richard had any idea what I wanted that day. But I was determined to go through with it. And I've gotten very comfortable with young men – even younger than him. We made small talk for a while. I'd told him to come over for lunch. The food was prepared. I had to seize the chance while I could.
"Do you notice anything different about me?"
"Ummm... yes. You look really good, Maria."
"I've been working out. A lot."
I stood up and turned slowly around. I knew my dress was hugging tight around my hips and my bum. I told him about the thousands of squats and lunges I've done in the gym. I even lifted my dress a little to show him my thighs. They're in great shape and it wouldn't hurt to show a little more skin.
"Yeah, Maria. You have a great body. A lot of women would like to look as good."
I knew what he meant – for a woman as old as me. But that was OK. I enjoyed his compliment. And I knew that I had his attention. But I was still taking a huge risk. What if he ran from the house? But I had to go ahead with the plan so I rubbed my hands over my butt.
"I like my bottom now. Not saggy. Not as good as yours. But it's a nice shape and its firm."
I could see that Richard was uncomfortable. He was wanting to look and, at the same time, wishing he could look somewhere else. But I do have a good-looking arse. No doubt he felt weird ogling a woman who was the mother of one of his old friends. But he was looking. He was enjoying the sight. So I turned around and put my hands on my hips.
"You didn't say anything about my boobs. Do you notice something different?"
