Sharon Jameson stretched out on her belly on the patio chaise. She tugged gently at her bikini swimsuit bottom, which had crept up a bit too tightly between her legs and threatened to leave an unwanted crease mark alongside her pussy. It was a good day for her to add to her already attractive tan, and to give some serious thought to the current state of her life.
Sharon was past her fortieth birthday. Not far past it, but far enough so that the traumatic impact of that milestone age was, thankfully, behind her. She could now see "The Big Four-Oh" for what it was, the arbitrary invention of a youth-obsessed society, and her fears about reaching it seemed silly to her now. Sharon started to add up the good things in her life. The plusses.
She still felt young and vigorous, and her face and figure still drew admiring glances on the street. A definite plus. Her breasts still looked good in the bikini halter, and she knew that she had a nicely turned ass. Another plus. 'Oh, wait a minute. My ass is worth two plusses', she thought, giggling and giving her shapely hips a playful wiggle.
Her family was financially stable, and she liked living in the house and neighborhood she now called home. Another plus. She had married well. Kevin Jameson was a good husband in every way that mattered to Sharon. He was handsome, reasonably fit, steady, reliable, a good provider, a good father to their daughter Erin, and a skilled lover. And that magnificent cock of his ... oh my oh my ...
Kevin's cock was a formidable weapon, physically up to the demands of robust sex on a regular basis with a woman whose sexual appetite was as hearty as his own. Their sexual romps were nothing less than perfectly orchestrated raw fucks, the enthusiastic coupling of two carnal athletes in peak form and utterly committed to their joyful debauchery.
Kevin was unquestionably the most generous lover Sharon had ever known. He encouraged her to satisfy her lustful cravings in any way she deemed suitable, which allowed her to occasionally sample the delicious -- and sometimes sweetly perverse -- sexual delights of other men. And women. And sometimes both at once. Sharon wasn't sure how many plusses Kevin was worth, but he pretty much tipped the scales on the good side no matter what she might find on the bad side.
Their daughter Erin had just turned eighteen. She had the good looks and wholesome sexuality that were her genetic inheritance. A plus. Erin had just graduated from high school, and was hopelessly infatuated with her boyfriend, Ricky.
Sharon wasn't sure whether Ricky belonged in the plus column or the minus column of her life ledger. She'd have to think more about that. Erin had told Sharon repeatedly that Ricky was a good catch among the boys back at school, but Sharon detected in Ricky's dazzling smile and easygoing confidence an element of dangerous machismo that probably thrilled Erin but might someday prove to be more than the girl could handle. Kevin and Sharon had taught Erin how to handle herself in sexually charged situations, but teen hormones could hardly be counted on to play by the rules. Ricky radiated a raw sexual power that Sharon loved in men but was worrisome in a teen boy.
Sharon didn't know what to make of him. Every time Sharon thought about what Ricky might be up to on his dates with Erin, her mind kept coming back to the time he'd stopped by to pick up Erin for a beach date. She remembered it well:
Ricky had walked right through the house to the back patio, where Sharon was sunning herself alone, without knocking or ringing the front door bell. He was wearing only a skintight Speedo swimsuit. Sharon, who was nearly naked herself at the time, was caught totally off guard by his sudden appearance at her side, and couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the huge bulge the boy's semi-erect cock made in his swimsuit. The bulge was precisely at Sharon's eye level. She resisted an urge to flick her tongue over the spandex mound before her, which Ricky seemed to have deliberately thrust forward toward her face, and directed him back into the house to where she knew Erin was waiting for him. As if the sight of Ricky's snugly sheathed cock and balls wasn't arousing enough for Sharon, the motion of his slim muscled buttocks as he walked back into the house, barefoot, sent her right over the edge. As soon as the kids left for the beach, Sharon went to her bedroom, grabbed a dildo from the bedside table drawer, and relieved the pressure that had begun building in her cunt from the moment Ricky had appeared.
Sharon shook that line of thought from her mind. She started to look at the minus side of things in her life, saw nothing of consequence there, and concluded that her life was very good indeed.
If only Ricky had an outlet other than Erin for his raging lusts, Sharon wouldn't have to worry so much about Erin's virginity being lost before the girl was fully ready for all-out sex, and everything would be perfect. Sharon knew that Erin had not yet been fucked, although she knew that Erin had plenty of experience in giving blowjobs. Erin's virginity was seriously at risk with a boyfriend like Ricky, whose lustful urges apparently extended even to women old enough to be his mother. Sharon knew that she was ideally suited to be that outlet for Ricky, but what mother would secretly seduce and then secretly continue to fuck her own daughter's boyfriend?
The answer seemed clear enough to Sharon: A mother who cared enough to offer her own body in exchange for the protection of her daughter's virginity. Could she offer her body to Ricky on the condition that he keep his cock away from Erin's pussy? Well, why not?
She reached down between her thighs to readjust the damned bikini bottom, which simply would not stop creeping into the crease between her well-defined labia, and this time she kept her hand there and moved two fingers slowly and caressingly over the warm and now-moistening mound of her Temple of Venus. Kevin had first used that name for her pussy years ago, and Sharon loved it because it made her feel like a goddess. At this moment she indeed felt like a goddess -- a beautiful and sensual creature worthy of carnal worship. Kevin wasn't around to worship her at the moment, so she'd just have to perform the rituals herself.
Her hips and ass cheeks moved rhythmically in a circular motion, combined with an up-and-down humping movement, as her fingers played inside her tiny swimsuit and then thrust deeply inside her Temple to find its sacred places and to bring pleasure to them, as proper performance of the ritual demanded. This was going very well. The Goddess would be pleased today.
Just as the ritual reached its climax, just as a shudder rocked her entire body and brought a deep moan from her throat, and just at the moment where Kevin would have blessed her Temple with his creamy offerings if he'd been there, the image that sprung to her mind was that of Ricky!
In Sharon's fantasy, her daughter's boyfriend was totally naked and leering boldly at her, within the Temple where his presence was forbidden. He was stroking the shaft of his rigid cock as her Temple exploded in a brilliant shower of lights.
"Oh, Erin, baby, I'm doing this for you!" she gasped as her orgasm swept her over the edge of the familiar cliff and sent her flying blissfully into the void beyond, where she floated for several minutes.
When she had regained her composure, she thought through what had just happened. She had made the conscious decision to seduce Ricky, and to become his fuckmate in exchange for his vow not to deflower Erin without Sharon's permission. Ricky was a sexy hunk, and his rampant horniness would make it easy for Sharon to get him into bed and to control him there. For now Ricky belonged to Erin, but Sharon would borrow him, at least temporarily, for Erin's own good.
Sharon would never do anything which might bring heartbreak to her daughter, and Sharon could only hope and pray that Ricky would treat Erin's heart with that same kindness. Ricky's cock certainly wouldn't treat Erin's pussy with anything resembling gentleness, she thought, with concern for her daughter's wellbeing and a rush of lustful desire to have that cock buried deep within herself. Sharon put her plan into words to clarify its purpose in her own mind.
'Ricky is really well hung,' she thought. 'He should be pumping that monster of his into pussies better able to handle it than my sweet girl's is.'
She suddenly felt the need for another visit by her fingers to her Temple. It's doors opened instantly to their familiar touch. Soon her Temple would welcome a new worshipper, one younger than any that had been within its walls for some time, but this newcomer would still be just another adoring visitor to the Temple's sacred places, there to present his love offerings to the Goddess.
And Sharon would be ready to receive them.
What Sharon would be offering to Ricky was nothing less than the realization of a fantasy that has brought secret pleasure to boys since boys first discovered masturbation -- the opportunity to revel in the carnal delights of a mature and sexually skilled woman.
Sharon would have to make him believe that he was in control of what was happening, when in fact she was seducing him. She would have to maintain a delicate balance between aggressive and submissive behavior, leading him on while seeming to be the victim of his irresistible charms.
Sharon's plan wasn't a complicated one, but its execution and timing had to be perfect. Ricky had to be made to fall into her trap the very first time she set it. There would be no second chance, and Erin would never forgive her mother if things didn't go exactly as Sharon planned they should.
Sharon would begin her seduction slowly, teasing Ricky in a way that made him continuously eager for more. Only when he knew exactly what pleasures could be his for the taking, and only when he was so eager to take them that denying himself those pleasures would be unthinkable, would Sharon give him what he so desperately wanted to have.
