Maria and Her Boys

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."

I have watched Mathew pee before. In the shower. I have even touched his hot stream as it rushed from his penis. Fascinated by everything about his young cock. And we are so comfortable together now. So I wasn't really thinking before I answered.

"Doesn't matter. Pee in here."

He gave me a sly grin. And I saw that he really did have a need. Maybe that's why he didn't mind me watching so intently. I love watching a man hold his penis while peeing, the casual way he holds it in his fingers. My mind was racing. I had a sudden urge to help him, to be the one who was holding that wonderful manhood. At first it just a playful thing.

It felt awkward and my heart was racing. But Matthew and he always lets me have my way. In my hand he was soft but still meaty. At rest and yet gorgeous. We looked at each other and I tried to smile. I felt like I was intruding on something where I had no right. But I had a strong urge to do something affectionate, personal -- to show Matthew that I was feeling a little emotional.

"Yes, sweetie," I murmured. "Let it out."

His stream started and I could actually feel it. The pressure of his pee rushing through that little tube in his dick was enough that I felt it in my palm. Hot and strong, it gushed from the hole at the end of his dick. It was exciting that Matthew had let me be in control. I instantly forgot that it was supposed to be dirty or disgusting. It was wonderful - secret and exclusive. And breath-taking.

Naturally, I could not stop there. Almost without thinking, I lifted him up and aimed his stream at my arm. I was testing his power but, truly, I was testing myself and how I'd feel. Yes, I know urine is nasty stuff being expelled from the body. But it comes from his body, from his penis, and that was all I cared about. Under the shower, everything was cleaned off anyway.

And I was enthralled by the force of it. My boy must have really needed to pee because there was so much gushing onto me. An unmentionable act but it was fun. Why stop there when I could have more? I directed his warm fountain across my tummy.

I was surprised at how good it felt. Silently I was hoping that he would not be repelled. But Matt was agog once more. I won't lie -- I was proud to shock and please him like that. And it was so easy -- and delicious -- to move my aim so that his warm fountain was landing on my boobs. I know Matt loves my boobs. It was kinky and super hot to have his warm piss squirting onto my favourite assets. I saw how the yellow, nasty colour of his pee stood out against my pale skin. But quickly his stream weakened and I knew he was done.

I locked my eyes on his. I don't think either of us could believe what I'd just done. He looked amazed, not disgusted. Once again, he made me feel free and daring, lifting my heart. Which was important since that was the most taboo act ever for me.

Now I felt I had to make my own little performance for my sweet boy. What would he think of that? But I somehow knew that he would be thrilled. I was nervous as I spread my feet and squatted slightly. A naughty grin came over his face -- he knew what I was planning and he was giving me his approval. So I spread my labia to give him a good view of my own stream. The important thing was the excitement in his eyes. And this time there was no stage fright -- I wanted to do it for him and I was ready to overcome my inhibition.

Turning a little, because I didn't want my pee to land on him, I managed to release a small stream of my own. He put his arms around me and held me close as I gave my own nasty performance for my sweet young man. I forced myself to relax a little to let my pee flow a little faster and stronger. It was not as big as his. Though I was grateful that the shower hid the noise of my peeing.

And the best part? His cock was hard by the time I was finished and it stayed that way even when he was getting dressed.

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Why did I want Matthew to pee on me? Why did I want to be so shameless for him? Was it worse to let him slap my butt or to encourage him to piss on me in the shower? Its all so crude and lewd. I'd never have done anything like that with any other man. Not my husband, even if I'd thought of it or even if he'd suggested it. Is it because I am a cougar who is desperate to keep a young man? But I might be risking my time with Matthew by going too far, turning him off.

I know what the answer is. And its going to get me into trouble. It will lead to heartbreak.

I don't love Matthew. Though I am besotted by his amazing, manly body and his gorgeous dick. What I feel for him is something different -- and maybe stronger. And that feeling makes me want to give Matthew every experience and grant every desire. I want to give myself to Matthew. Give myself totally. In a way I've never wanted before.

I have not forgotten that this all started with my sin of screwing a younger man -- younger than my own daughter. I was excited and then I realised how much I enjoyed sucking them and taking their semen down my throat. It made me daring for more and, because I knew I was in charge, I took advantage -- having a young man lick my butt hole. Having done that, it seems like I cannot stop my cravings for new, forbidden pleasures.

The spanking should have made me afraid. Made me realise I was going too far. Its wrong for a woman to accept that from a man. And a man who wants to hit a woman is...

Of course, when he mentioned it, I knew what he had in mind. It has always turned me off. Surely it must be too painful and surely I would never meet a man who wanted to treat me like that.

But it was Matthew's most secret, darkest desire. When he revealed it to me, I was very proud of him. And also very aroused -- because he had told me something that could have been shameful and because I knew it would be a special thrill for him.

Matt will have lots of deviant things he wants to try. After all, he's like any young man and I know he watches porn. His head will be full of all kinds of kinky and perverted ideas. I want him to experience all of that with me. Letting him pee on me should have been depraved and loathesome felt so glorious and triumphant. Matthew is the man I want to experience that with. I guess the proof was my panting from the thrill.

I am safe with him, at least in my bedroom and he is safe with me. Matt allows me to explore my naughty, wicked fantasies and it is only fair that, now he is learning and turning into a grown man, that he is allowed to explore, too. That was why he asked to spank me. I was turned-on by his desire, his wish to try something kinky. Even if I was afraid, I had to say yes.

I don't even know what I want next. I am sure it will be perverted and deviant. But Matthew gives me the freedom to go there. I never had these needs with my husband, I guess I changed when he left me. And Matthew has helped me to become a totally new woman.

I am sure we don't have much time left. Soon he will take-up with this young woman, his new girlfriend. She will have demands on him and he will have no time for me. How can I fight that? I shouldn't fight it since that will be best for Matthew. Our fling will be over and I will have to move on to another young lover.

That doesn't change the way I feel about my Matthew. I still want to explore with him. And he is such a special young man that I will be happy to give him whatever way he might desire.

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There was no visit from Aaron the next week. Honestly, that was for the best since I don't want to disturb things with his girlfriend. I also don't want Aaron to think I am needy or that he might be my only source of sexual relief. Yes, I was frustrated to miss out on that big dick. It annoyed me a little to imagine the girlfriend was getting it that night when I would have provided much more pleasure.

Still, I have never thought of Aaron as a long-term fling. I retired to my bed and my toys. First, I filled both my holes and then I played slowly with my clitoris. It was so hard and swollen that night. I edged myself for almost an hour before finally I exploded, making almost as much noise as when Matthew screws me.

Then I went on-line and swapped messages with a nice young man, Adam. He is too old for me, already twenty-fours years of age. But his erection measures eight and a half inches. Its true -- we have been communicating for a little while and he's proven it.

Adam is not at all my kind of young man. Well, too old as I say. And he is a very nerdy type. The complete opposite of my Matthew. Though I suppose its true to say that I am intrigued for that reason. But its hard to imagine that skinny, weedy body carrying such a huge penis. And he swears that he's only ever had sex with three women. Being so nerdy has made it hard for him to convince girls his age to take him to bed.

He is adamant that he is horny for me despite my age. I mentioned that his big dick might hurt me and he admitted that, yes, two of his other girls have complained. He has promised that he would not get any feelings for me. And it helps that he lives a two-hour drive away.

Its not a nine-inch cock like Kerry once had. But, oh my, I will admit that he makes my mouth water and my vag moisten. He is not the perfect man but I'm focussing on his penis, after all. And we are making plans.

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All of which was in my head on Saturday when I had lunch with Jill and Kerry.

"Any more nine-inch dicks?" I asked Kerry, being provocative.

It was fun to see her blush. Jill laughed as well and then admitted that she, too, would love a chance -- just once -- with a man so massive. I was surprised Jill had not indulged until now.

"Oh, I wish," she sighed. "Not that I accept wieners. A man has to know how to use it. But nine inches would be worth the risk."

"So how did you get so lucky?" I demanded of Kerry.

"I didn't go looking for him, that's for sure," said our prim friend. "And never again, I am telling you."

"Too long?" I teased her. "Or too thick?"

"Both," she assured me. "It wasn't nice going in. And when he got going, I couldn't stop him from hitting my cervix."

I was interested in more details but also a little worried that Jill might guess the reason for my questions. So I changed the topic to talking about my most recent sex partner. As usual, I lied and described a man who was my own age and sort of a mixture of my real-life lovers.

"It was only a few times," I told them. "He was a bit slow to go... you know, down there..."

"Dump him," was Jill's instant verdict. "A man who won't eat pussy is no man at all."

I enjoyed Kerry's furious blushing. But the three of us were in agreement. Lucky for Aaron he quickly learned his proper place between my thighs. I smiled inwardly at the idea that his girlfriend owes me a debt for showing Aaron the error of his ways.

I didn't eat much. That's usual for our lunch dates as I invariably end up horny from talking about sex. I didn't ask Kerry more questions about big dicks. But Adam was very much on my mind -- he'd sent me another picture of his erection the night before. I will have it soon.

Mind you, the real reason I was horny was because Matthew was coming over that afternoon. Or it might have been because I went to lunch wearing the purple princess plug I was planning for him to "find" in my bottom when he came to my apartment.

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I was wearing nothing but a G-string when Matthew arrived. For some reason he looked especially good that day. More importantly, he was very horny -- the way I like him. And he appreciated my choice of outfit.

"Hope you wore something else to lunch."

"Come in and I'll tell you all about it."

We kissed at the door and my panting increased as I let his young hands roam all over my naked body. I am proud of being in good shape. And Matthew is a hot-blooded boy who makes me want to expose myself. I walked to the lounge, giving him an eyeful of my toned, rounded bottom as he followed. He'd had a date with the new girlfriend the night before and I was enjoying being "the other woman".

Its a porn cliché that a woman always goes to her knees to extract the man's penis and suck him before they do anything else. What's wrong with that? I'd already decided that I was going to give lots of attention to Matthew - to his muscled body and, most of all, to his almost seven inches of manhood. And that was doubly so when his rock-hard dick sprang into view.