I am a woman in my fifties. I have kept my looks. I work-out a lot to keep my body in the best shape. My legs are toned and my bottom is perky. Men enjoy looking at me. I know because I see them. And I admit that I enjoy their looks -- especially at my age. I also got my boobs fixed so now they are almost a C-cup, sitting firm and high. They seem to attract most of the looks. So I am happy about that decision.
I was married for a long time. You could say I was happy and, since sex is such a big part of my story, I admit that I was more or less satisfied in bed. Our sex life was nothing special and it was never adventurous. Other people, other women, enjoyed all manner of sex acts but that didn't seem necessary. Perhaps that led to my being single.
Once I was single again, I discovered that young men -- young enough to be my son -- want to have sex with me. And that they don't judge me. That I can explore and discover new pleasures and new thrills. If only I am brave enough. The first time it was anger that led to me bedding a young man. I felt liberated, I felt desired. And I could explore sex the way I'd wanted to when I was that age.
Because now I am experienced and in control. I am greedy and slutty and I love my sex life. There are so many new things I have tried in the last few years. Wonderful pleasures I'd never contemplated when I was married. The list is too long to repeat here. I am still surprised by some of them, things I'd once thought of as too extreme or even dirty. But young men seem interested and willing to try those things. And each new lover seems to take me further.
I am not too ashamed to admit that there have been multiple young men. Although I could never tell that to even my close friends. I assume they would not understand. Maybe they'd judge me. Besides, it would be too difficult to explain why young men thrill me and pleasure me so intensely.
When I say multiple young men, I ought to clarify that often I have had multiple lovers at the same time. I don't mean threesomes -- although, yes, I did experiment on one occasion -- but having two boys that I can choose from whenever my urges arise. Which is often. That, too, is something so different to my marriage. I have left behind predictable sex, habitual sex for variety and anticipation. Screwing one young man only makes me hungry for the next and I never have long to wait before the next one will come to my bed.
There's nothing wrong with that. I have more than enough energy for two lovers in the one week. And they are young and eager. I teach them how to pleasure me, how to screw like real men. Mostly we enjoy a fling before they settle down with a regular girlfriend -- rather than a slutty cougar.
Things have been different with Matthew. He has become very special to me. Not just for the sex -- which is amazing - but because I feel a kind of emotional security with him. Yes, the kind that I got married for. The kind that lets me think I can open my soul for him and share everything.
We have certainly shared a lot in bed. He has that fabulous body with big muscles and wonderful six-pack tummy. His dick is the other thing -- uncircumcised is not something I preferred but he is a lovely size, almost seven inches and always hard for me. And he has learned how to use it.
Sometimes, when I need it, Matthew can be obedient, even a little submissive. Is that the reason I am becoming more open, more wicked with Matthew? Before, I had no interest in kinky sex play but now I am drawn to it, wanting to explore and push further. Is that because Matthew will move on soon? Do I need to seize this opportunity? Or is it because he is the boy who helps me really enjoy my freedom and my desires?
He should be a fling. And now is the time when I need to prepare for ending things with Matthew. I have tried my best to encourage him to find a regular girlfriend. It helps, too, that I am searching for other boys who will fill the gap. Besides, he is now aged twenty-one which means soon he will be too old for me. Well, getting to the age where usually I draw a limit and being to pursue other, young lovers.
But I have to be truthful to myself and admit that I am not ready. That I am pondering keeping him. Its not that I am in love with Matthew. But I am in love with what he gives me -- his power to unleash my freedom and my desires. Perhaps I can explain.
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On a recent Sunday morning, after he'd slept in my bed, we talked in between our sucking and our screwing. Matthew was concerned, or curious, about my reaction to being spanked on my bottom while he fucked me.
"I did it for you, sweetie. It was good. You asked me. I wanted to give that to you."
"Yes... but I don't want to hurt you... you know..."
"But if you spank me... If it doesn't hurt then what's the point?"
He had to admit there was something in that. But he seemed unconvinced. The truth, however, was that the morning after being spanked while we screwed, I was feeling very excited and pleased by what I had done. Yes, I'd let a man hit me and hurt me -- something dangerous. But that was strangely thrilling. Besides, the danger is not real with Matthew. It is more the hint or the suggestion of danger and his power to damage me. There was no damage, after all, and it was electrifying to experience his physical energy in that way.
It had brought a new passion to our fucking. Not just the naughty fun of being so daring and kinky. The sting on my skin was real but the warmth through my butt and through my body was just as certain. Focussing on his power and his cock became necessary. And I discovered that brought out the most incredible climax. I already knew it had excited him more than usual.
"I know you liked it. Parts of it were good for me too," I reassured him.
Saying that a lover hurts me sounds so terrible. But I was ready for more. For the dastardly act of allowing a man to hit me. Allowing Matt the freedom to explore his dirty desires just as he gives to me. The strange, kinky experience of being spanked had made me feel closer to him.
"We will do it again," I promised him.
Not because he is a young man but because he is the only man I'll ever allow to do that.
It was natural to be on my knees soon after. Urging Matt to stroke his beautiful cock and to shoot his semen all over my face and in my hair. Yes, a lovely cum facial. I would never have agreed to that with my husband. I have wanted it with some of my boys -- a chance to explore and experience something extra daring. I have learned it can be very sexy. But that morning it was about Matthew and not me. wanted to give him that pleasure and that satisfaction. I am sure he doesn't realise but wearing his cum on my face was a private tribute to my wonderful young man.
We showered together. That was another bonus of him sleeping in my bed. As before, I took the liberty of washing him. Always in awe of his body, I cleaned all traces of our sex play. Naturally, I paid special attention to his penis and his lovely pouch. Even at my age I am fascinated with dicks -- the young ones. I couldn't help taking my time, fondling him as we shared the warm water. But the running water created a different kind of urge for Matt.
"I should have peed," I heard him muttered. "Before the shower."
