The Stimulus Plan Slut

Here is the continuation of what has emerged as my most polarizing and controversial story yet. Either you love it or hate it...lol. Please read Ch. 01 first to get the full backstory. Because of the focus of this story, I'm choosing to list it under Mature rather than Loving Wives (although I suppose it would almost fit nicely in the incest category too - I'll let the administrators make that final call). I look forward to your feedback, both for the new chapter as well as the first chapter.

As always, all characters are fictional and exist only within the confines of this story and in my mind, Enjoy

I stood in front of my bedroom mirror appraising my looks and I admit, I was both pleased and a little turned on by what I saw. Not too shabby for a forty year old woman. I have a good body, accentuated at the moment by a more than scandalous tube top stretching tightly around my 38D breasts, leaving much of the upper halves of my still fairly firm tits exposed and nipples clearly outlined against the white, elastic cloth. This combined with a short white skirt to make me look like the whore that I've become. The look was completed by four inch 'come fuck me' heels. My longish black hair hung down to my shoulders, framing my brown eyes. I could feel my pussy slowly soaking my thong panties. Time to go to work.

I was just finishing my first week as well, a whore, in the service of a group of businessmen led by our banker, Mr. Richards. Facing foreclosure of our house, I had agreed to provide sexual services in exchange for our house payments. Proof of them keeping their word came in the Saturday morning mail, a notice from the bank informing me that our mortgage was now paid up to date. They showed good faith in me and now I intended to show them good faith right back, partly because I wanted to keep my house and partly because I really enjoyed it. From the moment I first sucked Mr. Richard's cock in front of my husband, Donnie, I came alive as never before and I knew I was never going to get enough. Funny that it took forty years to make me realize I have the soul of a wanton slut! Donnie was struggling with this new knowledge even as he was struggling with his own newly discovered desire for me as a slut. I think in the end it will all work out.

At one o'clock, I pulled up at the address Mr. Richard's secretary, Lilly, had given me. It was a private home, one that made our modest Tudor home look like a shack. I double checked the address again and then looked at my contact name. Grace Thurman. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't say I knew her. I emerged from my car, wondering if any neighbors were watching this scantily clad woman strut up the brick walkway and ring the doorbell.

I half expected to see a butler or an old fashioned maid answer the door, but instead was greeted by a woman maybe a few years older than myself. She was very pretty, short black hair tinged with a hint of silver, cut short like Aubrey Hepburn used to have. Unlike the slender Hepburn she had a body that would stop traffic. She wore a fashionable, modest dress, cut knee length with a slightly scooped neck that did not conceal the fact that God had blessed her with an abundance of breast flesh. Around her neck was a double strand of pearls – the real deal unlike my bargain basement cultured pearls.

I stopped staring and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Sonya Lawson. I'm supposed to meet with a Grace Thurman." I held out my hand.

The woman took my hand and held it while she studied me intently, looking me up and down like there would be a test later. Finally she nodded. "You will most definitely do, Mrs. Lawson. Arthur Richards wasn't lying when he said you were beautiful." She let go of my hand and stepped back, gesturing for me to enter. "I'm Grace and it's nice to meet you. Please come in."

We strolled down a long hallway and into what I suppose was some kind of library or den. Walls lined with books, several leather chairs and a sofa and a huge, big screen television. She asked me if I wanted a drink and I told her no. She led me to the couch and we sat down. "I'm sure you're curious as to what you'll be doing today," she said, smiling at me mysteriously.

I nodded and said perhaps a bit too eagerly, "Yes, yes I am. I can't wait!"

She laughed, a deep and hearty laugh and said, "Yes, Arthur mentioned you were quite the eager beaver." She scooted a bit closer and said, "Alright then, I get right to the point. Today is my son's eighteenth birthday. Joel has always been a bit backward with the girls – oh hell, he's a complete nerd and he's a virgin and what I want from you is to teach him about the pleasures of a woman. Can you do that?"

I'm sure I looked completely stupid, what with my mouth gaping open like that. To be honest since the moment she had introduced herself, I expected to be making love to her or maybe her and her husband. The last thing I would have expected was for someone to tell me they wanted me to fuck their son!

Grace leaned over and touched me on the knee. "Mrs. Lawson? Sonya, are you okay?" She was still smiling, looking quite amused at my apparent shock. "Arthur said you are a born slut, Sonya. Is taking my son's virginity something you're willing to do?"

I slowly nodded as my brain processed the information. Let's see, take an eighteen year old virgin, practically a child and fuck his brains out? I could feel myself grinning like a fool as I replied, "Absolutely. I'd love to fuck your son!"

Grace nodded and smiled back and suddenly I think I understood the secret of the Mona Lisa's smile. There was motherly love there mixed with the secret knowledge of sex in Grace Thurman's smile. "Do you have specific instructions for me?" I asked.

"Well, nothing too specific. My arrangements with Arthur Richards were that you're my son's fuck toy for the next eight hours. Within reason, I'd like you to let my son do whatever he wants. Afterwards, I want a complete report from you."

I could feel the cunt juice already trickling onto my thighs as I struggled to deal with the awesome craziness of this moment. I was about to go fuck this woman's son at her request and afterwards she wanted all the naughty details. God, I loved my new job!

She stood up and so did I. "Are you ready, Sonya? Joel is expecting you."

"Yes, I can't wait." Then a thought occurred to me. "Grace, do you think Joel will be happy with me. Might he not want a younger woman, someone nearer his own age?"

Grace smiled and shook her head. "No, no, no. You are exactly what he requested. He wanted an older woman, dark hair with a good body. You're perfect, Sonya." She gave me directions to his room and then reached out and tenderly squeezed my arm. "Take care of my baby, Sonya. Do him right."

As I sauntered out of the room and towards a wide flight of stairs, I looked over my shoulder and said in my best naughty tone. "I'll do him right, Grace. I'll do your son and fuck him until he can't see straight."

Upstairs, I followed her directions and came to a door at the far end of the second floor. I was pretty sure I had the right room as the door was adorned with a poster from the cartoon Star Wars that I knew my own son watched avidly. I knocked and was rewarded by a reedy voice calling out, "You may enter!"

I opened the door and stepped through. I almost laughed. The room smelled of young teenager – a mix of sweat, dirty clothes, decaying food and what I suspected was semen, much like my own teenaged son's room. Like my son's room, it was strewn with clothes on the floor, CD cases, comic books and other trapping of male adolescence. On the wall were posters of super endowed female comic book characters, Angelina Jolie and something called Robot Chicken. A bed, looking as if it hadn't been made this decade sat near a large window and opposite it was a computer station complete with a tall, gangling teenage boy who was staring at me in disbelief.

He had a shock of black hair, intentionally spiky (I think). He was wearing a Star Trek T-shirt and gym shorts and lord help me, white gym socks with red stripes at the top. He had a speckling of acne across his face. No doubt about it. "Hi, Joel, I'm Sonya," I said.

Joel blinked at me several times, licked his lips and nodded nervously as he stammered, "Yes, ma'am – er, Mrs. Lawson. Momma said you were coming today." He seemed to be devouring me with his eyes, shifting up and down, one moment focused on my breasts, the next on my long, bare legs and the next focused on the hem of my very short skirt. Joel then glanced away at the computer screen and blushed. He then hurriedly reached out and turned off the wide screen monitor. He stood up then and continued to stare at me. I was more than a little pleased to see a bulge in his gym shorts.

We stared at each other for a minute, not saying a word. Then I smiled at him and slowly turned around. "Well, do I live up to your expectations, Joel?"

He eyed me up and down and nodded his head vigorously. "You're really something Mrs. Lawson!" he said in a hushed tone.

I gave a little shimmy, allowing my tits to jiggle a little and asked, "Am I sexy, Joel?"

"Oh yeah!" he said a little more loudly and then he giggled. He was nervous and I have to confess it was a turn on to see this kid so excited.

We stared at each other a little more and then I said, "Well, Joel, what would you like to do?"

His eyes widened as he realized I was hinting at going beyond staring. "I don't know, Mrs. Lawson."

I looked around and then went and set on the side of the bed. I crooked a finger at him and softly said, "Would you come here and sit with me, Joel?" He nodded and slowly plodded forward and he was actually breaking out in a sweat by the time he sat down – a foot of empty space between us. I sighed a little and scooted over until my body was leaning into his, my left breast rubbing against his arm. "Any ideas, Joel?" I asked again.

His whole body was shivering as he slowly shook his head and whispered, "No."

I inspected him up close. He wasn't a bad looking kid – his body hadn't totally filled out yet. His arms were still thin, although there was a hint of muscle to them and his chest was narrow – his shirt hanging off him loosely. Joel had lovely blue eyes like his mother and her full lips. They gave me an idea. I leaned a little closer, my face just inches from his. "How about we start with a kiss, Joel? Would you like that?"

He replied in a whisper, "Yes," and so I leaned in a little closer and kissed him. He closed his eyes as we did and kept his lips pressed together. The kiss lasted about ten seconds and then he eased back and said, "Wow!"

I reached up with my hand and stroked his face. "You liked that huh?" I said, grinning as he nodded his head. "Well, Joel, that's how you'd kiss your grandma goodbye maybe, but now you want to kiss me like the woman you're about to fuck. Just relax and do whatever feels right, baby."

I leaned in again and pressed my open lips against his. I slipped my tongue out and ran it over his lips and after a few seconds, he slowly parted his own lips and let me in. I turned so we were more or less face to face and chest to chest, my barely clad tits brushing over his chest as I felt the first flicker of his tongue against mine. I moaned appreciatively and began the sweet chase, showing him how our tongues could serve as an extension of our entire bodies, roiling around, twisting and teasing, working and rubbing against each other until his body began to shake violently.

I put my arms around Joel to keep him close, mashing my tits against his chest as our tongues dueled. I heard him moan as I surprised him by trapping his tongue between my lips and sucking on it before returning it to the custody of my hungry tongue. I felt his hand come up and touch my waist. I murmured approval into his mouth and wriggled against him more.

Our kiss went on and on and I had hoped that he would make a move on his own, but I felt his hand touching my waist, trembling as was his whole body. I moved my hand down and took hold of his hand and slowly moved it up until he was palming my breast through the tube top. He groaned against my mouth but didn't pull away. Instead his hand began squeezing my meaty tit like it was a squeeze toy. I made little happy noises and indeed I was enjoying his touch, loving that I was having the privilege of being his first woman.

When finally our French kiss ended, our lips wet with saliva, I was pleased that he didn't pull his hand away from my tit. He was grinning like it was Christmas day and I was the long hoped for present waiting under the tree. I looked down at his hand grabbing and squeezing my tit. I looked back up into his eyes and said with a grin, "Do you like that, Joel?"

He replied, "Oh yeah," and then bravely reached up with his other hand and took hold of my other breast. "I love your um, breasts, Mrs. Lawson!"

"I can tell," I said, delighted with his eager playing with my breasts. I leaned in close and in a stage whisper said, ""You'd probably like them even more if you take my top off."

Joel's eyes grew wide and then he slowly reached up with one hand and slipped fingers under the elastic band of the tube top and pulled downwards. My right nipple, hard and swollen got hung up on the material and then my whole breast bounced as it burst free. "Oh, my God!" Joel moaned as his fingers dug into my tit, squeezing it and then he laughed as he let go and pinched my nipple. He pulled the tube top down off of my other tit and I watched as he kneaded, squeezed and played with my breasts. I shivered with delight as he tugged and worked my sensitive nipples.

"You can suck them if you like!" I said, stroking his black hair with my hand. Joel wasted no time in getting his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking in as much tit flesh as he could fit in his mouth. I sighed happily as I felt his tongue flutter over my throbbing nipple and then squealed as I felt his teeth nip at my rubbery flesh. He switched to the other breast and continued sucking and nursing. I could feel my cunt burn with need. What this boy lacked in finesse he made up with enthusiasm.

Finally, I pulled him away and said, "Now it's my turn, Joel!" and I quickly yanked his T-shirt over his head and flung it away. As I had suspected, his chest still lacked definition, but he looked good enough to eat anyway. His smallish nipples were two rock hard pebbles. I kissed Joel again and then nuzzled my way down his neck, stopping long enough to nip at his flesh (every boy deserves a hickey his first time!), and then down to his nipples. I slowly tongued each one and then playfully nipped at them with my teeth. I finished by again running my tongue up his chest and neck until I had my tongue in his mouth again.

Joel again reached for my breasts, but I caught his hand and slowly dragged it down until it rested on my knee. I broke the kiss just long enough to suck on his earlobe and whisper, "Explore, sweetie," before kissing him again.

I'll give the boy credit. He obeyed orders well. I felt his hand crawl along the top of my thigh and then under my short skirt. He paused just long enough to appreciate the softness of my upper thighs, rubbing his fingers over my skin before sliding on forward. Joel's hand brushed my stomach and then moved south. I spread my legs wider to give him better access and felt him inhale against my mouth as his fingers slid over the wet silk of my thong. I flexed my pelvis to press against his hand as he cupped my barely clad and soaking wet cunt. A delicious shiver went through me as he rubbed back and forth, pressing the material slightly between my swollen labia.

"You're wet!" Joel exclaimed! "Girls – women really do get wet down there – and so freaking hot! This is so, so, cool!" He was almost jumping up and down with glee as it hit me that this kid really was a virgin – eighteen and never had even actually touched a girl between the legs before!

"It gets better, Joel," I sighed, standing up in front of the boy. "Take my panties off, please." I asked, lifting my skirt and showing off my panty clad pussy complete with a large wet spot – the white satin now almost completely transparent as it hugged my wet cunt. Joel stared hungrily at my crotch and didn't move until I urged him on by saying, "I want you to touch my cunt, Joel."

With shaking hands, Joel reached out and tugged my panties down to my ankles which I quickly stepped out of. "Take them, Joel, they're yours," I said, stroking his hair. "Smell me, smell my pussy."

Joel did as he was told and lifted my thong to his face and deeply inhaled. I could see his face redden and his nostrils flare as instinct took over and his body responded to my scent. "Now touch me, baby," I said softly. "Touch my pussy."

Joel reached out with his right hand and his fingers gently slid over my already blooming cunt lips. He extended his forefinger and began to press it between my lips and then looked up at me for permission. I nodded and said, "I want you to, Joel. Finger me, please."

"Oh my god," Joel gasped, his chest starting to heave as he slipped his finger into me, past the first knuckle, then the second until his finger was all the way inside me and he began to stir it around, poking and probing my wet, slick flesh. "Mrs. Lawson, you are so hot inside your, um, cunt! I never knew..." He was at a loss for words.

"Add another finger, sweetie," I urged him. I sighed happily again as he added his middle finger, reveling in the knowledge that I was letting an absolute stranger and one barely an adult to touch me. "You made me wet, Joel. My pussy's hot because of you, baby!" I held his fingers inside me for a minute, enjoying the penetration. I whispered again, "Add another finger. I like feeling you inside me!"

"Yes, ma'am," Joel gushed eagerly as he inserted his ring finger in me. He began to thrust in and out of my wet cunt, finger fucking me as I swayed and moaned and stroked his hair lovingly. Now we were both sweating and I felt the need to take things further.

I took his hand and pulled his fingers from my pussy and then pulled him up off the bed so he was standing before me. I lifted his hand to my face and took his forefinger in my mouth and slowly sucked it off while Joel's eyes nearly popped out of his head. I then led his hand towards his own mouth. "Taste me, Joel. See what I taste like when you get me excited."

Joel quickly shoved his other wet fingers into his mouth and a look of wonderment came over his face and he grinned. "Awesome, Mrs. Lawson! You taste awesome!" I smiled and leaned forward, my bare tits brushing against his chest to kiss him again, loving the fact that I could taste myself in his mouth.

I straightened up and undid my skirt, letting it fall to my feet. I wormed the tube top back over my tits and then over my head and flung it carelessly away, now standing naked in front of this eighteen year old boy. Slowly I began to squat, dropping until I was facing his crotch, his gym shorts barely containing the big bulge inside.

I slipped my hand down his right thigh, over his knee and down till I could take his sock and take it off. He lifted each foot so that I could remove them. I smiled up at him and said, "A man never fucks a woman with his socks on, it just isn't right." I ran my hands back up his long, gangly legs, up along his thighs until my fingers were reaching over the waistband of his gym shorts. I looked up at him and licked my lips. "Joel, I've been dying to discover what you have hidden in here!"

I pulled them down slowly and gasped when his erection sprung out, slapping me in the face. I was at a loss for words for several seconds as I could only stare. Joel was a scrawny teenager – scrawny legs and arms and chest, but there was nothing scrawny about the penis that was now standing up straight and slapping against his stomach.