Young Men and Milf

It is a good idea to read the first part first to understand some of how and why we got this far. Hope you enjoy and all comments good and bad appreciated.

I have a private meeting with Brad, he has peaked my curiosity. I am especially puzzled, finding interesting pictures on his phone. He has expressed regret at what happened, where he along with three other men did take advantage after intentionally drugging me. Thinking they would get away with it, Brad did try to stop unsuccessfully. He did his best taking care of my helpless unconscious body after I was molested.

The men were punished. Brad told to come back to recover his phone. Taking him to my dining room, telling him once again "Take off your shirt, drop your pants", they now pool around his ankles.

Truthfully, it is a funny sight to see, but for my purposes, I believe keep him very humble, if not, super nervous. Having nothing to hide I get honest answers to questions. I am firm but gentle in my tone stating "you tried to stop them, thank you for that, I know you tried to clean me up after including tucking me into bed, staying with me for hours after."

I ask "Why."

He says "They were wrong to do what they did. It should never have happened, it was bad."

We both know he witnessed just about everything, I ask "How did you feel about that?"

Brad, "I thought I was going to get sick."

I move on, "You have been welcome in my home, I thought you were nice. How long we have known each other?" I watched him grow up.

He says "Since I was 10."

I take his phone out of my pocket, open it using his face recognition, flipping to his personal pictures, and in particular the one file that says MissC. I scroll through them, hundreds of them, all of me over the years. I mentioned the file, showing some to him, ask "Please explain this?"

He is trembling knowing he has been caught and again I asked "Why?"

He holds back tears saying "I will remove them".

I tell him "That is not what I want to know. I want to know why you've taken all these pictures of me, that I did not know about."

He can barely answer finally saying "I always wished you were my mom."

That comment lingers before asking "You are not interested in Tracy?" (my daughter).

He quickly replied "She is like my sister".

I change the subject and ask "Why he did you not participate with the other men?"

He replies " I would never hurt you. I wanted to protect you, l love you too much."

I am shocked and flattered and humiliated all at the same time. I have this grown man, fully naked, standing in front of me, in tears, saying he loves me. I ask softly "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Brad "No, not now most girls do not interested me."

I quietly push asking what he does with my pictures. He says he just looks at them. I probe more pointing out a few pictures, and then a few of me sun-bathing asking his thoughts on them. A few we go into detail, and I'm surprised as he mentioned such things about my face, contours on my neck, and then one or two particularly centred on my cleavage. I reminded him that we are being very honest here, I ask "Is that all you do, just look at them?"

He doesn't say anything, I get more blunt and ask "Do you masturbate looking at them?"

I get a whispered "Yes, I am sorry."

"So you take pictures and stalk me all the time?"

He won't look at me now I've been sitting to one side of the table, the same side he is on and I tell him to come closer to me, until he's standing right in front of me, I question him bluntly " You fantasize sex with me?"

He replies that he does.

" You like to fantasize having sex with me?"

Brad whispers, "Lots, but I would never."

I ask "Why?"

He just says "You're married, I could not do that to hurt you or Mr. C."

I ask "What if I wanted you to?"

Brad, "Why would I want to?"

I then gently reach out taking his cock in my hand, massaging lightly getting a very soft moan before a deep growl from him. He starts to firm up immediately, making me warm inside knowing I have so much power, could break him so easily. I ask, "So your dreams include me?"

Brad says "Yes, all the time."

I as sultry as I can "OK, I should reward you for trying to protect me, for your dedication all these years."

He manages a nod. I start to stroke him gently, overcome with a better idea. I kiss the tip before just covering the head fully, slowly sucking him deep in my mouth. Brad is shaking visibly, trembling as I suck him to his full hard on. He is not huge, maybe 7 inches, thick enough, now hard as a rock. My lips slide up and down, sucking, making sure he enjoys his reward. He does not last, trys to pull away, but cannot as I have him in a firm grip. My hands clenching his ass, nails dug in, keeping his cock down my throat. He tightens and pulses in my mouth, down my throat. I enjoy, letting him finish. Of course I swallow.

I lick my lips, smiling I look up, "Did you enjoy that?"

He says "I can't believe you did that, but your are the best, the best."

I tell him to get dressed giving back his phone, I have his number. "Who are you going to tell?"

His quick response is "I can never tell anyone, this is so unbelievable."

I do inform him he better not! Adding "You better leave, I expect you to be comfortable, to continue to feel welcome around my house and home. You will have added responsibilities next Saturday."

Thursday I have called Brad to the house. On his arrival I greet warmly enough, telling him to go talk to Ted, (husband). Brad has a look of dread I add "Do not worry, he is not going to kill you."

Off he goes looking very worried. Earlier I had told and discussed in great detail what happened including each of the four men's involvement. He watched some of the video so knows everything. Brad returns after 15 to 20 minutes, I ask "How did your chat go?"

Brad "Much better than I ever would imagine".

Whatever was said Brad now understands my husband knows everything, what happens from here on is up to me, with his approval. I know there is still a huge amount of uncertainty. I just say, "Brad I have plans for you. You enjoy getting or giving a massage?"

He replies "I have never done that."

I hand him a professional illustrated book on massage informing " You need to learn."

I question "Wouldn't you like to touch me?" All I get is a nod, "Should I take that as a yes?"

I tell him "I expect you to have a good look, I will be calling soon."

I mentioned that I love massages and think I am going to have some fun teaching him. I do tell him to make sure he is not late for the work detail on Saturday with Ted.

After the recent episode with these four young men, I did talk with a lovely elderly lady, she has a home, all by herself. Recently widowed, her place is way more than she can handle by herself. Ted is going to supervise yard work, including replacing a deteriorating fence, a full restoration paint of her home and small storage shed.

It is now Saturday and I arranged for Brad to be here early morning, and look here he comes. I am dressed to entice and entertain in a short, sheer negligee, with a full length, sheer cover-up. He opens the door and I'm not sure what he was expecting, His eyes pop open seeing me standing here. I let him absorb before moving to the side to let him in. He does whisper "Wow" with me happy to see his obvious appreciation.

I was hoping for a favourable surprise.

I know how to tempt and tease, doing a slow turn before asking "Would you like to take a picture?

He stutters, an "Oh my god yes, can I?" He does take several, me posing a bit for him.

I smile, nodding approval, "For you only!"

I ask if he looked at the book I gave him, "Yes, and other research also."

I tell him today is his chance to show me what he's learned and that I will help teach him what I enjoy. Taking him by the hand I lead him to a spare room where a massage table has been set up. I show him some oils he may use. I have quieter music playing, the room is warm.

Asking "Are you ready?" I stand back, his eyes glued to me, I tug on the strings to my cover-up opening slowly before dropping and draping over a chair. My negligée is sheer, leaving little to imagine, besides he has seen me naked before. Inside I am tingling seeing his look of amazement, desire, of love. I let him take a few more pictures, make me feel super warm inside, naughty. We do discuss I enjoy a deep massage more than too light and will direct him as we go.

He is tentative asking me to put my hair up so he does not get oil in it, I curl my hair into a bun on top of my head before lying face down on the bed. He touches softly, runs his hands down my back, over the contour of my body right down to my feet. He does this a couple of times before he does work my feet one at a time. He pinches and pulls on every single toe. He works his way up one leg slowly, pressing his thumbs into the muscles, switching legs as he goes. He ignores my ass and back first caressing each arm before doing similar on my hands and fingers as he did with my feet. He progresses up my arms kneading and massaging up to my shoulders. He has added oil time to time, now pours some on my back before working it in. He spends considerable time on my back and shoulders, I feel his lips brush against my neck, which make me whisper a gasp. He apologizes with me responding that he can do more, a very open invitation to do as he likes. He plants a few tender kisses, including some light nibbles, which sends some chills through me.

Brad "I would like you to turn over", I do as he asked.

I tell him "Take off your shirt", he does. " I am all yours".

I am very aware of his low, but heavy breathing, his eyes wandering over my naked body. I am very warm on the inside. I'm sure my face and eyes express approval, desire. He moves around the table works up my legs, the outside and inside of my thighs, without touching me more privately. More oil, his hands caress my upper body first my neck down to my waist. His hands lightly rubbed over my breasts, but now with more intensity, squeezing, pinching, pulling my nipples, brings a low moan responding to his ministration.

I ask, "You sure you have not done this before?" He assures me this is his first time.

He asks if I am OK. I assure him that I am, pointing out he has left one area untouched. He responds with "If I am allowed, I was saving the best for last."

I give him a desperate look, whispering "You have surprise me, please do your best."

He then slides me down the table spreading my legs. My feet are flat on the outside bottom of the table, him, standing between my legs, his hands travel up the inside of my thighs, firmly pushing legs wide apart. I offer no resistance. His oiled hands tentatively but expertly open my lips as he examines me, caressing, just making me tremble with desire. Slow, methodically for many long minutes, he massages me there.

He asked, "May I" as his finger circles my opening," I nod and he presses one finger in. It is overwhelming as my hips raise involuntarily. He examines and explores, feeding my desire, now desperate need. He adds a second finger, sliding in and out before his thumb rubs, applying pressure to my clit. This send me over the edge with a very nice release. I am uncontrolled for a few moments.

He asks "You OK?"

"I am wonderful thank you".

I ask him to help me sit up, my hand reaches around his neck, bringing his head to mine. I demand a warm kiss as my other hand takes a firm grip on his manhood. He is hard, but not fully hard. My hands slide his shorts down partway, he does the rest, stepping out. My hand gropes and slides up and down his cock bringing him to a full firmness. Sliding forward on the table, legs wide, my open invitation, we both moving closer together. I rub the tip of his cock between my lips before impaling myself, wrapping my legs behind his back, holding him tight to me. We both groan. His hands again attack my breasts as he moves, pumping in and out of me, I feel wonderful.

While the feeling is overwhelming, I do force him to slow down, making our moment last longer. I do not want it to end too soon. I see the determination, lust, a need to reach completion as I let my hands flow up and down his chest. Right now I am wishing he would just overpower and take what he wants. He shows great restraint. I take one of his hands, bring it down, covering my clit, motion to get a slow circular pressure there. He understands, and I think possibly heightens his pleasure. After 20 seconds, I nod, feeling him quicken, tighten before trying to pull away. My legs are wrapped around him, I cling to him letting him know, he is going to cum inside. His head falls back, groaning as we both cling tight to each other. His cock grows, pulses, starts to release pumping his sperm deep inside. This also triggers me again, my head spins, body vibrating as we share together this heated moment of passionate release. We just hold each other tight, regaining, our senses, catching our breath, me still maintaining a tight hold, keeping tight to me.

I take his hand, leading him to the shower. We enjoy more caressing each other, make sure we are both sparkling clean. We towel each other off. I stay naked, watching him dress, he is very nice eye candy, strong, young firmly muscled and a nice cock to. I make no effort to cover up, walking him to the door. Facing each other he bends down and we kiss in parting.

I tell him "We must do this again very soon."

He agrees "May I call you?"

I smile "Yes, I would like that."

I close the door, but watch him go, thinking I have a boy toy, a super nice one to.