So much has happened in the last couple of months. My lifestyle is still the most rewarding thing, being an older woman who seduces and beds young men who are still almost boys. Despite it being a wicked secret, I would not change it for the world.
Just lately, I've done some foolish, impulsive and risky things. I say risky because bad things would have happened if I'd been found out. I am going to try to tell you as much as I can. But trust me -- I've been a wicked and slutty cougar. And perhaps the worst part is that I don't mind that one little bit. I am still loving my new life, finding young men (barely old enough to be my son) who will learn how to pleasure me with their immature bodies and their throbbing, bursting dicks.
My newest lover, Brady, is still going wonderfully and the sex is improving all the time. Like all my young men, he was a step into the unknown. Of course, once I had my eyes on Brady I was always going to make a move. At that time I needed a new, exciting young man to take to my bed. I just didn't know whether he would have the kind of sexual energy I crave. Or, to be frank, the kind of hard and throbbing manhood that will satisfy me.
I needn't have worried. While I have had a couple of misfires, I am more and more confident that I can pick the right boys for me. Despite our age difference -- almost thirty years -- Brady is hot and horny for me.
I know he enjoys my body which I keep fit and toned in the gym. And my extra firm, large boobs. Naturally I am always hungry for him. While he has really learned some stamina with me his dick is always hard and throbbing. I adore his bendy penis and the way it feels in my hand or my mouth -- and especially my vag.
Like most males his age, he has enough sexual energy for me and his girlfriend. I have seen him at least once every week. Often its been twice. Sometimes we have long sessions of play and other times we have to keep things short and sweet. He enjoys me fucking him, riding on top with his dick poking deep into my vag. And I will say that his oral technique has improved with the constant practice I am giving him. He soon will be a match for my lovely Clayton.
Let me tell you about my Clayton. Yes, we are still in contact. And, yes, I don't doubt that he still lusts after me and would drop everything to come to my bed again.
I did go to the party at his family's house. I still don't dare tell you exactly how I first knew young Clayton. Just think of me as a friend of the family, someone who has known his parents for a long time. That was one reason I went to the party -- I'd been trying to stay away for so long for fear of us being found out. But his mother was getting suspicious. And now I feel able to keep my feelings under control.
His girlfriend, Sara, was there as well. She seems very nice and is even prettier than her photos. And she dresses in a very sexy way with quite revealing clothing. I guess young women can get away with that. But I can see she is a good catch for Clayton. I was pleased, of course, that my boobs are much bigger and more impressive than hers. And I did see Clayton stealing a few looks at me. I don't think Sara realised but she would not have understood in any event. Plus I imagine that she is very happy with Clayton these days since I taught him to be such an accomplished lover.
The most awkward part of the day was when I went to their bathroom. Of course I'd been there many times before. But I could not help experiencing a strong flashback of that fateful, wonderful day when I confronted Clayton about his lust for me. I suppose I could say that was the day when I seduced Clayton but he was already so horny for me. I could not stop smiling as I stood again in that bathroom, remembering my first touch of his virile manhood and the way his semen blasted over me. I admit that those memories left me trembling a little even after I rejoined the party.
So I have no regrets about the path I have taken or the choices I have made. All my young men are special to me. Ryan, naturally, is a sweet memory since he was my first choice to have sex with much younger men and to experience more of the excitement I'd felt during my years before I met my husband. He really opened a door for me to relive my own youthful sexual pleasures. Its thrilling to open the eyes of a young man, barely a man in some cases, and teach him about sex and hot to properly attend to a woman's needs.
While there have been other young men, I kept Clayton as a lover the longest and, for many reasons, our relationship will always be special. I think about him often, especially when I masturbate. Standing in that bathroom made my vag throb till it hurt.
The next day I was desperately horny and really needing Brady to give me one of his best performances. And, truthfully, I felt a little bad that I'd been spending so much time thinking about Clayton. Brady has no idea about Clayton but I felt like it would not be a bad thing to focus on a special treat for him. So I tucked a favourite vibrator under my pillow before I met him at my door with an old shirt left open strategically at the front.
I still get turned-on just knowing Brady is coming over. Although I have been thinking it might be time for a second lover, he is more than enough to rekindle the thrill and the nerves I experienced at his age -- barely out of my teens. The desire and the anxiety. The wanting and the embarrassment. But we kissed and straight away his hands were inside my shirt. Somehow that settles me down. I don't mind at all that Brady wants to play with my boobs. The reason I got them done was to make myself feel sexy again. Well, my first idea was to make myself attractive again to my foolish ex-husband. But he missed out and now I get a thrill from my young men going crazy for my bouncy C-cups.
In my bed we kissed and groped like youngsters -- boys his age make me feel young again. He was kissing and suckling my boobs and making me fevered as I felt his thin, youthful body next to mine. Brady knows what I need after our time together and soon I was grateful to feel his hand slipping down to my wet vag. He has become very deft and it was lovely when he parted my lips and spread my wetness over my clit. But I had my plan and that was as good a moment as any.
"Would you like to try something different?" I murmured.
Of course sweet Brady was game. I reached under my pillow and found the vibrator. Perhaps its natural for a woman in her late forties to have sex toys. But I can still be a little shy when it comes to the topic. When I saw Brady's eyes light up I was eager to teach him some new skills. I asked Brady if he'd ever used a vibrator on a woman before. Naturally he shook his head and I smiled some more.
"Would you like to use this on me? That would be fun."
My vag was quite ready. And its not a big vibe -- about 5 inches with a hard cover and a little twist knob for the vibrations. With a wicked grin, I showed Brady how to use it and warned him to start gently. Then I lay back, moaning, as he began to rub it against my entrance. I knew the vibe would be nicely slicked in seconds.
"Put it inside," I moaned my instruction. "Start slow."
I don't think he meant to tease me but the buzzing tip against my entrance almost made my vag spasm. I felt my juices spurt in response.
"More... more," I gasped.
I pulled his head to my chest. Suddenly I needed to feel my young man suckling on me as he filled me with that buzzing toy. The combination of sensations was making me hungrier.
"Good boy... yes... like that."
Brady was getting the hang of it quickly. He wasn't really moving the vibe since I'd told him to be slow and gentle. Nothing wrong with that -- except I was incredibly turned on by having a nineteen-year old boy slowly filling me with a sex toy.
