Maria And Her Boys Ch 16

My wonderful sex life over the past few years has kept me satisfied and happy. But lately I am wondering if my experience with Brady, and all my young men, has made me become more demanding in bed? I've always preferred to take charge of them. At their age I was so timid and grateful to any boy who had half an idea of how to bring me to orgasm. Now I am confident and experienced and just as horny. Isn't it natural or the older woman to be in control and showing her boys what she needs?

There was a point, with Brady, when I knew that I was becoming less inhibited in bed. I know that's also true with Matthew/ Of course, I want to get the maximum I can from him before he, too, finds himself a new girlfriend. But when he is in my bed, I can't stop myself being bossy. Its not just being in charge, guiding and teaching him. With other boys, I wanted certain things and I wanted pleasure. But I was gentle with -- even caring. Matthew is very different.

Matt is well-mannered, well-behaved -- and something else. He is obedient. I've never felt that from my other young men. Maybe he is more grateful or desperate than the others. Or perhaps I am too much of a mother figure for him. All I know is that Matthew does whatever I ask. At first, I could sense if he had doubts. But those seemed to have disappeared. Now he won't refuse me anything. It feels as if I don't have to worry about his wishes or what he doesn't like. I would not be cruel to Matthew but it turns me on to think that he is becoming totally compliant. Would I say submissive?

One little example? He shaved his balls for me. I had told him I liked that. And in my own mind I knew I would not take "no" for an answer. He seemed a little reluctant and I've only ever asked - or suggested -- to one other of my boys that he shave. But I was firm with Matthew. It was important to me that he shaved all the hair from his balls.

Then he came to me one night with his balls freshly shaved. Yes, he did it. Oh, how fabulous. And, yes, I did reward him and show him why its so much better to have no hair on his soft pouch.

We were standing in my bedroom having just kissed and groped each other for a few minutes, I was wearing just my over-sized T-shirt. My nipples were poking through and my vag was throbbing. I pulled down his jeans and his underwear and just had to help myself to his fabulous, hard penis. I gently slid my hand over his length and let my fingers curl around him.

"You are such a good boy," I murmured in his ear, "when you come to me like this."

He still needs to cum early so that he can last for our screwing. I don't mind at all. I slipped my hand lower. And then I realised -- he was fully bald on his sack. He'd been so dutiful and removed all the hair underneath the base of his shaft. I gave him a big grin.

"Oh, Matthew. That feels lovely. Much better." I signalled to my bed. "Lie down for me and I'll show you."

I was between his powerful thighs, licking and sucking his throbbing shaft. One hand had room to slide underneath and stroke the soft, bare skin of his scrotum. I wondered if he was actually softer than my bare vag. And I'd promised to show him how much better it feels. So I ducked down, one hand still gripping his penis, and gave some soft kisses to his sack.

"I prefer this," I told Matthew. "Let me show you."

That soft, bare skin was a delight. It felt so good on my tongue and I licked all around his pouch and massaged his hard eggs. It was incredibly intimate and I was aware not only of how good it felt for him but how much trust he was giving. A boy's testicles are a thing of wonder and fear -- so delicate and easy to hurt. But he lay still, moaning softly, as I enjoyed this other special part of his equipment. I even let my tongue drift further down to that ridge of skin underneath his balls.

Then I licked all the way up to the head of his young cock and sucked him a little more. But it wasn't long before I was once again licking his sack. I thoroughly enjoyed myself going back and forth. I didn't stop till he was oozing a good volume of his shiny pre-cum.

"Suck my boobs," I ordered him lying back on the bed beside my young man.

He has learned fast and was really making my boobs feel good with his mouth and his hands. I was moaning freely for him, happy to show Mathew how much pleasure he can give me. It is a lovely indulgence to have a young man pleasure me like that, luxuriating in his gentle lust for my boobs. But I kept one hand on his smooth, bare pouch.

"Lick my vag," I commanded him.

It was not a request. Already I know that I am losing the need to ask or beg my sweet Matthew. Because I can sense that he is always ready to comply with what I tell him. I gave him the order to use his mouth on my vag and spread my legs as he got into position.

"Do what I tell you," I ordered Matt as I reached for my vag and opened the lips for him.

I have never exposed myself quite like this - not to any man. But I was feeling so confident and so needy. And the wickedness of it seemed more exciting. I spread my vag so he could see everything.

"Kiss my clit," I instructed him. "Soft..."

Oh, my. I had to stop my hips from bucking at the first touch of his lips. I made sure my lips were still nice and wide, so that he could see everything.

"Lick around it," I told him and was on the verge of an orgasm as he went to work.

Soon he was following every instruction. Shoving his tongue into my hot opening like a little penis. Flicking his tongue lightly on my clit and sucking it when I needed that, too. Oh, I came for him. I came plenty and loud. My lovely Matthew has turned into a dedicated pussy licker and he was impressing me with the improvement in his oral skills. But mostly I just came because a sweet young man was lapping at my vag and taking every order I could think to give him.

I could have kept him there all night, obediently licking me to ecstasy. But I wanted some good screwing from that young dick.

"Put it in," I told him firmly. "Put your dick in me."

He remembered to stay on his knees as he penetrated me with that lovely young cock. I was intoxicated as he forced inch after inch of his hard shaft into me. He reacted to my moaning by starting to thrust. And he showed his confidence, grabbing my big, heaving boobs.

"Give it to me," I groaned. "But don't shoot."

He filled me so beautifully. And his physical power was an incredible turn-on. I came plenty from his lovely cock ramming me before Matthew signalled that he was about to lose control.

"Gonna cum...inside you..."

"No, no," I commanded him. "My boobs. Shoot on my boobs."

And he did just what I wanted, this time aiming much better and spraying his sticky, hot semen all over me. Even with his hand working so fast he got most of it on my skin. Long strings reached all the way to my boobs as I watched with excitement. How delicious to be made so dirty by a boy of only nineteen. I was in awe of what a young man's cock can do as he laid long, thick ribbons of yummy stuff across my naked, heaving body. His power was even enough to shoot as far as my neck and, naturally, there were blobs on my tummy and my sheets. It was a lovely, big load and I was very pleased because I could tell that he'd been saving it for me.

Some might regard it as deviant and disgusting to let a young man do that -- any man. But to me there is no better demonstration of the virility and power of a young man than to feel his semen splashing onto my skin. And to smell the special scent and feel his semen running across my skin before it can dry. I lay underneath Matthew, feeling like I was in heaven. I was still panting softly as Matthew cleaned me up as best he could. He is a good boy.

"I love when you do that," I told him with a grin. "Do you think its dirty?"

"I think its really hot. You are the sexiest woman."

"Sometimes porn can be real. And sometimes I can be better than a girlfriend."

Then I was rolling onto my tummy. He'd not quite given me all the relief I needed. One thing I have learned is that after a lovely string of orgasms my body still craves attention. Its in that time when I am still warm and throbbing from my orgasms and I like to extend those sensations as long as possible. With Matthew still l earning how to make his screwing last longer, I was in the mood for some of that extra stimulation. And its also true that I get a wicked thrill from knowing I can make him do anything I want.

"Lick me," I told him and he knew roughly what I meant.

But I needed to teach him. And I was ready to give him orders.

"Lick me. My other place. My butt hole."

Watching in the mirror, I saw the look on his face. But he didn't hesitate to shove his face further into my bum.

"Spread me," I told him. "Hold my cheeks open."

He did what I said. I think I was holding my breath as my new young man spread my pert, shapely bottom and exposed my opening. Once upon a time I'd have said that was going much too far. I'd have been too shy to let my husband do that. But with Matthew, only nineteen years old, I wasn't feeling any of those old inhibitions. And then his tongue touched my rear opening. Oh, how fabulous.

"Yes, like that... oh, yes, Matt...".

It did feel good, and not just because I was making him do something wicked.

"Nice and soft..." I urged him. "Oooh, that's it... now deep, inside me..."

Of course I'd cleaned myself beforehand. I didn't want him tasting anything nasty. I might not have cared, though, because its fun to shock young Matthew. It was the best licking on my backdoor any boy has given me -- because I was being a dirty older woman. And it seemed like his tongue could really last.

"Yes, Matt," I groaned. "I want you to be dirty for me."

At this stage I was not thinking about letting Matthew put his penis in my bottom. I was hoping that he gets better with his mouth on my vag because I would like him to finger my bottom at the same time. But moistly I focused on the sheer pleasure of his tongue on my little anal opening, sending warm waves through my body and keeping my vag nice and wet.

He was quite adventurous. And eager to please me. He soon had my little place feeling warm and soft and he was sticking his tongue further inside. What a perfect young man. And all of that lovely attention eventually made me need to cum some more. I rolled over and told Matthew to eat my vag again. I told him what a good pussy licker he is. And I meant it. Then I sucked his cock, making him fully erect and hard for me.

I don't remember any of my boys making me quite as fired-up as I was feeling with Matthew right then. I was supposed to be in control but that was so hard when my brain and my body were on fire with wicked lust.

"Lie back," I breathed to my young man. "Its time for me to show you another treat."

I mounted him just like that, my toned legs squatting over him as I guided his throbbing penis into my vag. I groaned loudly as I sank down. What a wonderful sex position for a proud young dick like his. I could sit down and have every last bit of his manhood poking up inside me. I was impaled on a thick poker of flesh, feeling the tip pressing up into my belly.

"Don't cum," I groaned as I started using my thighs to ride up and down on that thick manhood.

There's nothing wrong with riding a young man. I didn't mind doing the work for a change. It was even better since it was his first time to have a woman on top. Young girlfriends usually lack the confidence to ride their boyfriends. But I made good use of his hard dick, moving around on top of him so that he was touching and stroking all the right places inside my vag. I pulled his hands to my boobs as my humping became more lusty. Oh yes, I came and came hard and kept on cumming. I could hear my wetness squelching between us.

And whenever I sensed that he was getting over-heated I could slow down and gently ease him back from the brink. I think that was the best lesson he's had yet in self-control. But each time I could only last so long before my own needs took over

"Don't cum," I warned him as I resumed my humping on his thick cock.

But even the best-behaved young man only has so much stamina. After all, my lovely boobs were still bouncing right in his face. Luckily, I was ready to take his load deep inside me, blasting up into my vag as I rode him to the end.

"Maria... I need to..."

"Do it. Shoot... cum for me... yes, Matthew... give it all to me..."

I really enjoyed watching his orgasm from on top. And I was impressed, once more, about how fast a young man's balls can recharge. I knew he had another sizeable load of precious baby-making stuff shooting into me. He seemed to last for ages, thrusting himself up into my vag.

When I rolled off, his stuff was oozing out and his penis, finally softening, was covered in it. I could not help myself -- I needed to taste him. I bent over him and carefully cleaned his shaft with my tongue. I was hoping to shock him but, oh my, I did enjoy the taste and scent of his fresh semen. I tried not to miss a drop. When I thought it safe, I took his entire dick in my mouth and sucked out the rest. I enjoyed very much, thinking about when I will make him shoot in my mouth.

"Good boy," I told him, "See? You are learning how to last. Like a real man."

We lay together after that, not really saying much. It was good to have those muscles in my bed. I didn't make any mention of his licking my back entrance. I enjoy the lovely, warm feeling he sends through my body when he licks me there. And I won't tell Matthew but it turns me on to make a sweet boy do something so naughty, perverted.

After a while, I played with his lovely, shaved balls. Then I sucked his cock some more. I just could not resist him. Plus I was still horny so I made sure he was extra ready for me. This time I got into doggy-position. Feeling a little naughty, I told him I wanted to be rammed hard.

"Start slow... then I'll say when..."

Matthew is the most physically powerful lover I've ever had. His technique still is clumsy. But he did what I said and rammed me hard. It was almost brutal. I wondered if I had made a mistake in telling him to screw me so hard. He made my eyes fly open with his pounding. My boobs were bouncing and I could see in the mirror how my bottom was rippling as he slammed into my vag. What a sight we were, like animals, as I watched a nineteen year-old boy give me the best fuck he could manage.

And I came. Oh yes, I came good and hard all over that young dick. I think we were both proud of him for managing to screw me three times in one night. And I was very satisfied to have another small load of his stuff inside me.

For a long time after he left, I could feel my vag still throbbing. All that hard screwing had likely given me a little bruising. I went to sleep with a smile on my face, knowing I'd still feel Matthew the next day. And happy in the knowledge that he will lick my bottom whenever I want.

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I have some more big news to tell. Its not good news but now it kind of effects me. Firstly, Clayton has broken up with Sara. He has moved back to his parents' house. I am sad for him, naturally, because they were together for a long time. She had seemed very keen on my Clayton. I learned about it when I was over there for a Sunday lunch. Yes, I am a very close friend of his mother -- it gave me tremendous guilt to be bedding her son behind her back and yet, at the same time, it was delightful to be turning him into a real man the way his mother never could.

Thankfully we somehow managed to keep our fling secret from his family. And from Sara. Though I'm not sure how we did that.

Then I made a foolish mistake. Maybe I was feeling bad for Clayton and wanted to comfort him. Or maybe I was feeling naughty and wanted to tease him. But I touched his dick -- on the outside of his jeans.

I am certain that no-one else saw. He was walking past and needed to brush against me. It was a reflex. Almost like old times. I turned my wrist and, as easy as that, let my hand rub over his lovely bulge. He wasn't hard then but I bet he was soon afterwards. When I realised what I'd done, I was shocked at myself. And I was confused. I'd given up my sweet Cayton but now I discovered that I still have feelings for him. Well, we did share some very special times in my bed. And he can still turn me on.

The best thing to do was ignore what I'd done. As I say, I'd given up Clayton. Moved on. That was best for him, as well. I don't need him as my lover any more. The risk is too great. And he is older now -- too old.

Who was I kidding? A mistake like that had to be rewarded. And I knew that Clayton would not be able to resist the temptation. He is still a young man, after all. That night he sent me a message.

"Can I come ovr? I really want to see you. Have sum fun."

I told him no, straight away.

"Not a good idea."

I already knew that Clayton was going to persist. He soon sent me another message.

"Wld love to see you. Want to make you feel good."

Did I want to let Clayton change my mind? Clearly, I still have lusty thoughts about him. I'd him so well-trained to be my lover and the sex always was fantastic. And, lets face it, he is not getting any from Sara. A second round of screwing that week would feel extra good. I tried to shake myself away from such thoughts, to focus on Matthew instead.

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Lunch with my girlfriends was a welcome distraction from Clayton. It also stopped me daydreaming about Matthew for a little while. That boy has really gotten under my skin. I can't really describe how he is making me feel. But its different. There definitely is a new side of me coming out.

I am a woman with needs. The fact I am in the middle of my sexual peak only makes those needs stronger. I choose young lovers who can satisfy me and pleasure me. Its exciting to be older and confident. To be in charge and tell my young men how to be good lovers. Usually, I take control but I ask them to do what I need. I encourage them to pleasure me in special ways. But in the back of my mind, I always know that they might refuse.

That is not how I feel with Matthew. He is a sweet boy. With Matt I feel more controlling and more demanding. Its like I am giving orders and he has no choice but to obey me. Happily, that's what happens and he is turning into a wonderful lover. But it feels so natural to make him do what I want. It is intoxicating to have such power over a willing boy who always comes back for more. And I will not be taking no for an answer from him. I don't suppose Matthew realises it yet, but the first time he says no I will tell hm to get out of my bed.

I do wonder if I am more ready to behave like that because I have been spending time with Jill and her confident, bossy manner. I get the sense that with her businessmen lovers she likes to please. That one man, Ken, wanted to cum on her and to have anal sex. Jill said yes and she was happy about that. But I don't think she is meek with her boyfriend, at all. And I know that she is not backwards with me -- when Jill wants sex play with me, she lets me know.

And it turns out that Jill has not been wasting time. Of course, she is still seeing her boyfriend. There's been no sign of them getting more serious or moving in together but he makes her happy. Which hasn't stopped Jill from having other fun. Since our previous lunch Jill has replaced her man on the side -- she ended things with one lover and quickly found another. This one is not a businessman but he is out of town a lot. And Jill loves the fact that he wears a uniform.

"Does he want anal sex as well?" asked Kerry, who finds it hard to accept that Jill so often cheats on her boyfriend.

It feels so wrong for three women, almost in their fifties, to sit at lunch and discuss our sex lives. But, of course, that's why we enjoy it so much. Even Kerry who is a little prudish and definitely does not approve of everything that Jill gets up to. Luckily she doesn't know the truth about my sexual lifestyle.