The Seduction

[Sweetp4u]

I am taking this from my own story of Sasha and Jason. New names and a different story but the concept is the same. An older neighbor is fascinated with the neighbors college son. Her Seduction is about to begin.. This is one on one for now, Possibly open up other roles once we get under way and it is alright is Gareman. Enjoy..

Amy Jones
35
Attorney. married. New to the neighborhood.
5'6" 120, brown hair and blue eyes. 34C-28-36
Dominate, meaning she goes for what she wants.

Male Role (Gareman)
19
College student out for the summer break. Wrestler, so he is bigger than most guys his age in this neighborhood.


Amy came home from a very long trial. Seems her cliente had a wife who liked to screw everyone on the staff. She was arguing all day with her different conquests. Trying to get this over with was just taking alot from her. She walked up the steps to her new home and waved to the neighbors. Belinda came jogging over to give Amy a hand since she was carrying so much.
"It's the first day of summer, and soon my son will be home again. I miss my baby sometimes.. How was your day Amy?"
She smiled at the friendly older woman, and thought it best not to tell her the truth. "It was alright, thank you.. So a son huh? Your family grows more and more everytime we talk." She faintly laughed, "How many kids is there really Belinda?"
The older woman grinned, " six in all.. You've got to come over and meet him later. Perhaps dinner? Or cocktails afterwards?"
"Well..." Amy didn't want to hurt her feelings none, so she agreed to drinks and a friendly hello. Since Amy had met most of the others Belinda wanted her to meet her youngest too.
"alright drinks after dinner it is.. See you then Amy.." With that the older woman pushed open Amy's door, handed her the keys and trotted back home mumbling something about cooking her son's favorite meal.
Once inside she stripped down and took her ritual shower. The master bedroom and bath were connected on the top floor of her home. Not more than forty feet away was the window into one of the rooms in Belinda's home. Since it was still furnished and carried many interesting Items Amy could see from her window she assumed this was the mysterious "baby's" room.
She would find out sooner or later, since he was going to be home in about an hour or so.
Fun stuff.

** note once I get started writing I will change formats to first person.**

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

Dinner was over and done with, my husband home and very untalkative tonight.
"Micheal? is something bothering you?"
He just gave me a blank look for a moment and shook his head no. He went back to scanning the paper for god only knew what and ignoring me. I should have been used to this, It was his routine every night. Being married once, divorcing and married again perhaps that was their problem?
I had no idea really, but I just chose to ignore him as he did me. Rising from the chair i gently touched his shoulder, "I need to go and change into something more relaxing and then we're supposed to go next door to meet Belinda and Charles's youngest son. I promised her I would come over..."
"Go without me, make my excuses. They will understand I have a stressful job and just wish to relax. Amy be a dear? Please?"
I nodded, as usual his excuses were always there to be made. It it wasn't one thing it was another.
"Alright." I bent down and kissed his forehead, "I will be back in a little while. I shouldn't be too long, besides I have a few cases to go over before the weekend gets started." He nodded, but I doubt he really heard me.
Walking upstairs, I kicked off my shoes as I turned on my bedroom light. Walking over to the bed and sat down on my side and glanced out the window. The sun was still up, but it would be setting in about an hour. Like clock work anymore. I was half tempted to quit working and just stay home and be young and free again. We had more than enough money, why did I need to keep working anyways?
I stood and removed my jacket and untuck my blouse. Walking to the huge walk-in closet I pulled out a pair of old jeans and a tshirt. Maybe a classey neighborhood, but I still needed some relaxation. I slipped on some sandal's and made my way downstairs.
"Micheal? Dont forget to turn on the pool cleaner!" I called as I stepped out my front door and started towards the neighbors house.

 

[Gareman]

Owen returns home

The drive was long but relaxing. I had completed my first year of college and was feeling pretty good about myself, having passed each class with flying colors. Although I had always been an "A" student, there were always those lingering doubts...something I had tried desperately to control without much success.

As I approached my old neighborhood, I began reflecting on the year past, wondering how much I had really changed in the preceding 12 months. Had any of my shyness dissipated ? How about the self-confidence...any higher yet ? I had my doubts. But it was summer and I was determined to make the most of it.

Pulling into the wide driveway, I saw the curtains move and knew that mom was anxiously waiting for me. She was so sweet. I couldn't imagine having a better mom. I wish I could say the same for dad, but I guess I should be grateful for what I had and not too greedy. Many of my friends had fathers that put career over family, so I guess I was in pretty good company.

As I parked, mom came out to greet me. Hugging and kissing me, she began speaking a-mile-a-minute, her excitement at having her "baby" home getting the best of her. I comprehended very little of what she was saying but remembered her mentioning lasagna and neighbors stopping over after dinner.

Taking my "stuff" up to my old room, I began unpacking...looking around to requaint myself with the small room I called my own for so many years.

Standing and taking in the moment, memories flooded my mind...emotions returning like old photographs found after years of absence. But this had been less than a year !!

I noticed my computer, still set up and hopefully in working order. I'd definitely be needing that sucker !! The school computers had introduced me to a world where I could lose my shyness and explore places that I never had experienced in reality. In chatrooms, I could be anyone I wished to be. And I had even found some interesting women who had introduced me to the concept of cyber-sex, something I had found extremely exciting and had become completely hooked on. I especially loved cybering with a woman named Karen who I discovered was an older woman. The endless hours of pleasure she had provided were too amazing to ever forget. Just thinking about our online adventures gave me an instant erection.

Shaking my head to clear the sexual thoughts from my mind, I continued unpacking until mom called me downstairs for dinner. Being home felt wonderful. There was a definite sense of security in the familiar surroundings that I'd known so well over the years...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I made my way to the front door, wondering why micheal did this everytime we were invited over? It made no sense, almost as if he hated being anywhere outside of his own home.
I put my hand out and pressed the chiming doorbell, waiting for Belinda to come from the kitchen. Over the past nine months we had become aquainted as were as close as old high school chums. It gave me a smile as she made her way to the door. Looking through the glass opening she smiled and opened the door.
"Good to see you made it Amy.. Micheal coming?" She looked expectedly.
"No, I am afriad he was feeling under the weather..." I made his excuses as usual. She shrugged it off, nothing was going to spoil the night for her and her son.
She motioned me inside and took me into the kitchen.
"Smells heavenly.. I swear on of these days Belinda you will devulge to me that secret recipe of yours for making mouth watering Lasagna.." She blushed and thanked me for the compliment. "The husband still out of town?" She nodded her head again, "Yes Charles is gone once again.. but Owen is here. And I am just dying to show you my baby.."
I turned in the barstool as I heard the heavy foot falls coming down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
A surprise lit my eyes as I glanced at her "baby" coming into the kitchen. That! Was no baby. He was a full grown male, well he looked like it to me. Belinda wiped off her hands and came around to hug her son. My eyes met her son's and held his gaze as he hugged his mother.
"Hello Owen. Pleased to meet you." I offered him a warm friendly smile.

 

[Gareman]

Mom and I ate dinner, reminiscing about "old times"...the camping trips...baseball games...picnics, etc. It felt good to be home.

I ate like a glutton, savoring every bite of mom's cooking. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a "home cooked" meal and I really appreciated what I had been missing.

As we ate, mom caught me up on neighborhood gossip, telling me what a wonderful woman Mrs. Jones was and hinting that she thought quite a bit less of her aloof husband. She mentioned that "Amy" was an attorney and commented on what a nice, friendly woman she was.

"I really think you'll like her," she said, smiling that big broad smile that I had known my whole life.

After dinner, I helped mom clean up and went back upstairs to answer some email and continue getting settled in. As I put some of my clothes into my dresser, I glanced out my window and noticed movement in the room directly accross from mine. Moving to the window, I stepped behind the curtain and peaked through the small gap beside the wall.

Watching intently, I saw an older woman (I assume Mrs. Jones) sitting on the bed. She stood and removed her jacket and began untucking her blouse.

My heart began racing, my penis responding immediately to the scene....

She turned and walked accross the room, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.

I continued watching, ashamed of my behavior but not able to pull myself away.

As her blouse dropped, she moved out of view, returning a few minutes later wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Oh man, this could be a great summer," I whisper to myself, the voyeur within rejoicing in my good fortune.

Minutes later, I hear the doorbell and made my way downstairs to meet my new neighbors. My curiosity was definitely at a high pitch having been given a nice visual preview.

As I move into the kitchen, I immediately recognize Mrs. Jones and notice that she is alone. Of course mom has to embarrass me by hugging and kissing me, but I really didn't mind, that was just her way. As mom squeezes the daylights out of me, I glance at Mrs. Jones and notice an intensity in her eyes.

"Hello Owen. Pleased to meet you."

Mom releases me and I reach out to shake the woman's hand.

"Hello, Mrs. Jones," I respond quietly. " I've heard a lot about you."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled warmly. He was deffiantely no baby. Hell he was larger than her own husband.
"And what has your mother been telling you about me?" I grinned and gave a false stern look to Belinda. "You aren't gossiping are you?"
She laughed releasing her hold on her son, "No never.. No more than you anyways." I laughed at her bantering. "Shall we go sit in the living room and relax?" I nodded at Belinda's suggestion, and followed her in. I turned to glanced over my shoulder as Owen followed behind me. He blushed a little, but said nothing.
"So Amy, how goes work? Getting anything done? Owen dear.. Amy is an attorney for the state.." I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, turning towards Belinda and accepting the held out cocktail. "Sure Belinda scare him with that." I laughed and continued, "Actually I haven't gotten much done. The damned internet has become addictive." I laughed again, "Seems everytime I log on to check out laws and clauses and such I got someone sending me a message wanting to chat. And you know me offering free legal advice is a downfall, but I can't say no." Belinda laughed at me knowing full well I was always doing that whenever someone asked me to.
"I'm sorry Owen, Did not mean to bore you with my old lady talk. How is college coming along?" I queried. My eyes met and held his as I waited for his answer. Being a lawyer I always had to look someone straight in the eye, sometimes though it made others uncomfortable as often as I did it.

 

[Gareman]

Watching Mrs. Jones, I got a strange feeling. It's kind of hard to describe, but there was something devilish in those blue eyes. As she joked about what mom had told me, I almost got the impression that she was flirting with me.

Listening to the word-play between the women, I tried to figure out what I was sensing about Mrs. Jones. It was probably just my imagination, but usually my gut-feeling are pretty accurate.

I studied her movements, noticing her full breasts beneath the thin cotton of her t-shirt. Thinking back to the image I had seen in the window, I couldn't help undressing her, casually glancing at opportune moments. Several times I thought she may have noticed as I scanned her, but she made no obvious indications to confirm my suspicions.

When she mentioned the internet, my ears perked up. Besides masturbation, it was my second favorite pastime and sometimes was used to foster my first love.

"Seems everytime I log on to check out laws and clauses and such I got someone sending me a message wanting to chat. And you know me offering free legal advice is a downfall, but I can't say no."

Cool !! Another cyber junkie.

"I'm sorry Owen, Did not mean to bore you with my old lady talk. How is college coming along?"

Her eyes met mine and the uneasy feeling returned. I tried to gather my thoughts but something about her intimidated me. Finally, I managed a few words, hoping to not sound too stupid in the process.


"Ummm...well my first year went pretty well," I stuttered.

"I'm still not sure what my major will be, but I love computers and may want to persue that."

She was still looking directly into my eyes and I felt my face turning red, embarrassed by my awkwardness.

"I mean...I spend a lot of time online too."

I glanced at mom, she smiled broadly nodding her head...

I glanced back at Mrs. Jones, wanting to find a way out of the room and wishing I wasn't such a fucking nerd...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I smiled at the boy, he sure seemed nervous around females. But it was to be expected, or so she guessed. She herself never had a child. Even with being on her second husband, she was unable to conceive. It bothered her sometimes, but not always.
"Well I can understand the desire to learn computer Owen. It's a big industry now, and tech's are always needed lately. In the chatroom I hang out in, the legal's room, we talk about all kinds of things, and one of those things is computers and their impact in today's economics. You would do well to get involved now." I turned to belinda, "One of these days, you are going to have to come into the eagles and meet some of the people in there. I know I know.. i am too old to play online, but it is fun.." I glanced at the clock over the mantel. It was getting late and I heard my car outside shutting and opening a few times.
"I wonder whats going on....?? I best get home Belinda. Thank you for the drinks, and it was nice to meet you Owen.." I shook their hands and headed outside. I stopped short. Micheal was packing up his suitcases into the car.
"Where are you going dear? And at this time of night?" He paused and bent down giving her a quick kiss, "There is some troubles with a company store down south, and they need me down there ASAP. So I will be gone for two days there fixing their fuck ups...Sorry Amy.. I know you wanted some time for us.. but this has to be done.." I stood there speachless, it was fucking 10 pm at night! Couldnt it wait until tomorrow? He bent and kissed me on the cheek again, hopped into the car and backed out, calling he would call me later from Georgia.
Well that was all fine and dandy. I walked inside the house and sat down on the couch. Shaking my head, I just turned on the news until ten thirty when it was chat time..

 

[Gareman]

After Mrs. Jones left, I sat and talked with mom for awhile. She laughed, asking what I thought of "Amy".

"She's certainly quite a character, isn't she Owen ?"

I laughed also, but still hadn't found the right words to describe the woman next door. Her confident demeanor had certainly made me feel awkward, almost inadequate...but there was also something else that haunted me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sexual excitement when I thought about her.

As mom and I spoke, I kept finding myself wondering what it might be like to have sex with a woman so much older than I. I mean really have sex, not just cyber like I do with Karen, but actually to feel myself sliding deeply into her warm moist pussy...

Would she even consider the possibility of being with me ? I wondered. Or would she just view me as a foolish kid, unworthy of her sexual attention.

My mind kept drifting back and forth between mom's conversation and Mrs. Jones until finally mom announced that she was tired and heading off to bed.

Taking the opportunity to head back to my room, I open my closet, remembering something hidden long ago. Getting down on my hands and knees, I move to the far corner, trying to find the loose floorboard.

"Aha !!" I whisper, pulling up the long, thin piece of wood and sliding my hand inside the small opening beneath the floor. Moving it around, I found the shoebox that I'd hidden there many years ago.

Taking it over to my bed, I open it and smile. Inside is my video collection. Something I've never shared with anyone else, but something I've had hours of pleasure viewing...

I walk over to the door and lock it, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Flicking on the TV, I insert a video into the VCR and move back, spreading a towel onto the floor. As I've done hundreds of times before, I fast-forward to my favorite scene and unbutton my jeans.

Unzipping my pants, my eyes focus on the small screen, anticipating the familiar scene about to be played out again.


My hand reaches inside and finds my hard penis...

The scene is a deserted road...

An older woman's car has broken down and a group of young men are trying to help her start it again. As one looks under the hood, another stands by the 40ish woman and begins to slide a hand up her skirt.

She protests, but he isn't listening.

His buddy joins him and the woman is brought to the back of the vehicle where she is pushed forward...



I begin stroking my hard cock, enjoying the sexual video as much this time as I did the first....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I walked into the house, upset with Micheal's sudden vanishing. But there wasn't much i could do about it.
Walking upstairs, i stripped off and climbed into the shower, washing as I wondered when he would ever touch me again? He was always so busy working he never had time for me. That is why the net became such a sudden addiction. Attention from males, even younger ones wanted to speak with her.
Groaning in furstration, I quickly got out and dried off. Slipping on my robe I walked into my room and sat at my vanity table. rubbing in lotion in my upper body, I stopped. Peering into the mirror there was a movie playing? I turned around and glanced at my tv. It wasn't mine. Standing i walked to the window and looked across the few feet between the houses.
A sudden intake of my breath, I gasped in surprise. Someone was watching a porno tape in the that room. The only ones home was Belinda and Owen.
I felt heat rush over me in embaressment. It had to be Owen. Belinda's room was on the other side of the house. I knew because I was in there one day helping her select a dress for a dinner party. I quickly backed off from the window, feeling the heat climb to my face with the direction my thoughts were taking. Almost by magic a pornographic picture hit my mind of Owen stroking himself while he watched that tape.
I needed distraction. I had left the window open for some air, and I could hear the sounds from the tv set across the way. This made me heat up even more. I backed up a little more and to the side so I wouldn't be seen. I couldn't see Owen in the room, but I knew he was there. His moans started floating across the gap. I dont know how long I stood there watching that movie of the older female and the younger males pounding and fucking but I backed off. And from Owen's noises I knew he had yet to finish.
I was awed, then disgusted I was watching and listening to this! He was a kid compared to her. Hell his mom was a good friend, I was feeling immoral and sick. I walked quickly back to my vanity and closed my eyes, trying to stop the pounding in my head and in my body.
Perhaps it would distract me some? I finished brushing out my hair, and rubbing lotion on my body. I didnt think about closing the shades, He was busy with other things. And those shades were the last thing on my mind. I stood up and slowly applied lotion to my legs, then my neck and finally my chest. Putting the lotion away I moved just a few feet over on the other wall and sat at my desk. I could hear the movie still playing, but not much longer. I would find some music and good chat online to distract me.

 

[Gareman]

The older woman has been bent over the back of the car and her panties removed. She struggles at first, but realizes her dilemma and submits.

One of the young men moves in from behind and slides his hard cock inside the middle-aged womans slippery pussy..."


Images of Mrs. Jones appear in my mind as I continue rubbing my long hard cock. Her deep mysterious eyes, her large breasts, her long slender legs....


Holding the older woman down, the young man begins to move, pushing his thick penis deep inside and then withdrawing.

Low moans begin escaping from the womans mouth, as the sensations of her young lover's invasion begin to spread throughout her body.

She is now being held by her hips finds herself being turned and lowered to the ground. Her knees hit first and then she braces herself with her hands.

The second young man steps forward and presses his cockhead against her lips...


My heartbeat pounds in my ears, the scene mixed with images of Mrs. Jones causing a near meltdown in my brain.

Moving my hand quicker, I begin to feel the familiar sensations building inside. My knees begin to quiver beneath me, my eyes locked onto the screen.

Harder and harder I stroke my cock, keeping time to the thrusts of the young man into the older woman.

I watch eagerly as the second kid grabs his conquest by the hair and begins fucking her mouth...moving her head up and down in rhythm to his forward motions.

"Arggghhhh...." I moan as I begin cumming...spewing thick cum onto the soft towel. The sensation of release is magnificent, as each spurt of hot jism jets from my spasming member.

My mind locks onto the vision of Mrs. Jones and something tells me that I have to find a way to get her.

As my orgasm subsides, I squeeze out the last few drops of semen and wipe my cock on the dry area of the towel.


Cleaning up and tossing the towel into the dirty laundry hamper, I turn on the computer and wait for it to boot up....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I just barely got the internet booted when she heard a deep groan come across the distance. A flush crept over me even further as more erotic pictures flashed in my mind. This was insane, and it was sick. I was just a little edgy from being left alone. Nothing more. I was not thinking naughty thoughts. Mature women can control themselves.

Yeah, right.

I logged onto the net and entered the LegalEagles chatroom under D.I.Jones

Several friends said hi and away we went at chatting. A few times I found myself glancing at the window, wondering if he was done or not. I kept finding reasons to walk over by my bed and back to my desk. Crossing over the window each way. I kept my robe tied tightly and eventually got engrossed in a conversation about the legal age for consentive sex in the lounge.

D.I.Jones: The legal age in this state for consensual sex is 16. There is catched though. If the girl is under 18 and gets pregnany the state can sue the man for stagitory rape. If she doesn't get pregnant, they cant do anything. But the laws governing males under 18, well there is none. As long as they are 16 or older they can have sexual intercourse with whomever is willing. He could have sex with his mother and nothing would be done..

The room was speachless, then all hell broke loose. I sat back reading what I just wrote. The law was the law. And this was a law in this state. A few minors popped up with comments about never ever wanting their mothers or some dried up old ladies. And a few older men commented that those were unfair laws. I just smirked as everyone started debating the topic.

Picking up my cup of tea a name flashed on my screen, sending me an instant message from the room....

 

[Gareman]

Watching the monitor, as the machine comes to life, I glance over my shoulder and again notice movement in the Jones's bedroom. From where I sit, I can tell that it is Mrs. Jones and I see that she too is typing away at a computer keyboard. My cock again springs to life...maybe she's in that chatroom she was telling mom about...

Finally the machine is up and ready for action. I login using "Young_gun_1983" and begin searching for a room....now what was it ? "Eagles" ? Yes, something with "Eagles".

As I scan, I find one called "LegalEagles"...

"That's gotta be it"

Checking out the room, I notice a discussion about the legality of sex with minors. I read a few comments, noting how most are very negative. My own mind is filling with thoughts of Mrs. Jones and I start looking for a user-id that may be hers.

Finally I see it !! D.I.Jones....yes, it makes sense.

Sending her a Private Message, my heart begins to beat heavily in my chest....


Hello !!

As a young male, I find the idea of sex with an older woman very exciting... Have you ever fantasized about being with a much younger man/boy ?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I jumped a little as a private message popped on the screen. Now who was bugging me during a heated discussion? Glancing at the I.D. I didnt recognize it as any I've seen before.

His question caught me a little off guard. I was not expecting this reaction.

Hi There

Curious if I should think about it or just flat out deny it? I wasn't too sure, So I just said what was on my mind.

No, actually I have never really thought about a younger man sexually. Well that's not entirely true, I've seen some college boys that are very appealing to look at. But I've never acted on that, just looked.. Why Are you interested in older women?

I typed it in and waited for a responce while typing more into the discussion in the main room.

*It is hard to know the age of who you are talking to, so you cant really say you have never thought sexual thoughts about a younger male.* I hit enter and watched one lady blow a gasket over that comment. Someone was paranoid. Laughing at her, I stood up and ran downstairs to get a coke. I checked the front door made sure it was locked and ran back upstairs. My robe came open but I paid no mind to it, since I never had children in my home I was used to walking around nude at odd times.

 

[Gareman]

I couldn't believe I was actually chatting with Mrs. Jones. What a turn-on !! I could turn around and see her, typing away, knowing she had no idea that it was me she was chatting with.

I typed away, trying to get as much information from her as possible. Wanting to know exactly what made her tick in the anonimity of cyber-space. I knew my chances were much better if she thought that her online conversation was with a stranger, so I began pressing her for answers on some intimate subjects.

As we chatted, I found myself thinking about her...all dressed up...standing in a crowded courtroom. Her business suit fitting her perfectly, accentuating her sexy curves. Hair pulled back...glasses on...short skirt showing off her long slender legs, encased in sheer black stockings.

My hand finds my hard cock again, the images too exciting and real to deny. My back is to the window, so I feel safe in allowing my hand to begin stroking myself again.

She dodges my questions at first...playing dumb, feeling me out. But then I begin laying out one of my all-time favorite fantasies, she responding and asking questions as I go:

You are my defense attorney, defending me in a rape trial. The rape of my highschool english teacher. From the very beginning, you know that I am guilty, but decide to defend me anyway.


As I type, I notice that she has left for a moment...but returns again in a few moments. Sneaking a quick peek, I notice that her robe has opened slightly, exposing the majority of her nice round breasts. As she sits, the robe also slides open at the bottom and from my side angle, I get a nice look at the long thin leg on this side of the desk.


You make me describe in detail the events of the alledged attack, scribbling notes as I comply. I describe to my fantasies involving older women, especially those in positions of authority. As I speak, your attention seems to wander away from the notepad and you become more caught up in my story.

I continue...laying out the scene as I wait patiently for Mrs. Hill to finish up and leave the building. I knew that she was always one of the last out, at night and had no trouble quietly sneaking up behind her as she opened the door to her mini-van.


My cock is throbbing as I type away, knowing my fantasy is being shared with my sexy older neighbor.

Once in a while she asks for more details...sounding more and more interested in my evil fantasy...

Mrs. Hill puts up a small fight, as I push her inside the van and follow her into the cover of the family vehicle. It is already dark outside, so I know that nobody will witness the scene that is about to unfold inside.

As I speak, I notice a change in your facial expression. Once a mask of disgust and disbelief, I now notice something much different.

Your breaths are quicker, your hands trembling as you try to continue scribbling notes. My hand reaches out to touch the softness of your cheek. My eyes, pitiful look directly into yours.

Whispering, I beg you to open your blouse..."No one will ever know"

You hesitate, but I've struck a nerve...


I await a response, hoping I haven't scared her off, looking over my shoulder and noticing the strange look on Mrs. Jones's face as she stares at her monitor...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I felt a flush wash over me as my hands left the keyboard and sat in my lap.
"My god! he really loves older women.." I took a drink of coke and tried to calm my nerves. His descritpions were turning me on, and it felt sinfully wrong. But being a lawyer I shouldnt have any morals. Shouldnt, but I did. What was I to do here? He obviously wanted more from me than I was used to giving.

D.I.Jones: This is all flattering but a little new to me, perhaps you would like to chat tomorrow and let me think about this a little bit? I am not sure if I really want to try this.. And It is past my bedtime over here. It was nice to meet you Young_Gun.. Nite


I didnt give him a chance to respond but logged off and shut down my computer. Moving to my vanity once more, I sat there staring in the mirror, wondering just what the fuck I was doing, and if I would get caught at it? Hell I hadn't done anything yet, just thought about it. I should have asked him for pictures, perhaps then it would have been easier to decide?

 

[Gareman]

"This is all flattering but a little new to me, perhaps you would like to chat tomorrow and let me think about this a little bit? I am not sure if I really want to try this.. And It is past my bedtime over here. It was nice to meet you Young_Gun.. Nite"

The message surprised me. Everything had been going so well. Sitting staring at the screen I took a deep breath, hoping she'd reconsider and come back online. But as I looked over my shoulder, I saw the empty chair and realized that she was gone.

Slipping on a pair of shorts, I flicked off the light and slowly moved over to the window. Pushing the curtain away from the wall, I peeked out the small opening and scanned the viewable portion of the room. At first, I didn't see her. But then, I noticed a small vanity and in the mirror's reflection, saw Mrs. Jones seated, staring at herself.

My hand immediately slipped under my shorts and I began rubbing my fully erect penis. The voyeur within totally satisfied by the ability to watch without detection and the kid inside thrilled that the subject was such a beautiful older woman.

Stroking my cock slowly, I began thinking about Mrs. Jones kneeling before me. Her warm mouth gently sliding down the length of my penis...sucking...licking...

Wearing her conservative business suit....her hair pulled back I have a great view as she begins lowering her head to take me fully in her mouth. Her face contorts as more and more of my long prick disappears from view, slipping between her soft pink lips...

My hand reaches down, pushing her head farther, forcing my cock deeper. She is frightened by my sudden boldness and tries to back off, but my I am unyielding and force her to accept more.

My eyes are locked onto the sexy older woman, my mind concocting events that I could only dream of..my hand slowly stroking myself...moving deliberately...causing a deep sense of pleasure to spread throughout my trembling body...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I looked at myself in the mirror. Could I honestly attract a younger male? I didn't see it. Just did not make sense. Sure I wasn't fat or anything, but I was middle aged. How can that be attractive? My body hummed a little bit at his suggested words came back to my mind. I stood up and walked over, turning off the overhead light but leaving on the vanity lights and the bedside lamps. I stood and dropped my robe. Turning slowly around, watching the mirror as I moved.
The only thing I did to alter my appearance, no one seen but my husband Micheal. I trimmed down my pubic hair to a small heart shape. Smiling I recalled the first time he had asked me to do this. It turned me on, so I did it with out hesitation.
Turning to face the mirror once more, I ran my hands up and over my breasts. A nice c cup, just barely sagging now. I had to work on that before it got bad. Large nipples, always easily puckered up. I followed the line of my torso down in the mirror. Flat tight stomach with just a little pouch. But I always had that tiny pouch, even when i was 21. Smiling I turned sideways and looked at my ass. Nice, round and firm. No extra weight anywhere. But I never let myself gain any. Not one single pound.
A perfectionist. But I was content with it. I switched off the vanity light and walked to my bed. Walking over to the second window I cracked it a little, turned off the lights, then opened the curtian a little for breeze. I completely forgot about the sex show next door and climbed into my bed.
Reaching into my nightstand I pulled out my little vibrator and slowly started teasing myself. The last rational thought in my head was perhaps I would sun tan tomorrow and swim in my pool. I hadn't done it for awhile, and I felt like looking good and relaxing at the same time.
perhaps in the back of my mind I was more along the lines in thinking I would spark some interest in my neighbors and boost my ego a little. I was always a cock tease, even in high school. Some bad habits never die.

 

[Gareman]

Mrs. Jones moves from my line of sight and apparently flicks off some of the lights, for the room becomes much darker. I continue masturbating, allowing my mind to visualize her kneeling before me, giving me head.

The warm, tingling sensation of sexual excitement washes over me as my eyes scan the dimly lit room, waiting for another view of my sexy neighbor. My wait lasts for only a few seconds. She again moves to her vanity, this time removing her robe and allowing it to fall to the floor. My heart pounds heavily in my chest and my hand begins moving more quickly on my throbbing cock.

In the dimness, it is hard to see every detail, but from my vantage point, I am very impressed by her body. The mirror's reflection provides a fantastic view of her nice round breasts...not huge, but perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body. She moves her hands to fondle the firm orbs of flesh and I begin to feel myself getting very close to another orgasm.

She turns, examining her tight ass, giving me a great view also. Pumping my excited prick faster, I imagine Mrs. Jones on all fours and me fucking her doggie-style. Seeing my thick cock disappearing into her hot pussy is too much for me to take and I begin to cum...

Streams of thick jism flow from my erupting penis and splash on the wall. My eyes lock onto Mrs. Jones as my mind continues to visualize her beneath me...taking my hard cock deep inside her slippery cunt.

My orgasm seems to last for minutes, but I know it really could only be seconds. As I finish...as if on cue...Mrs. Jones flicks off the lights and disappears into the darkness.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

I crawled into bed and for the longest time could no sleep. The words of the unnamed male online still ringing in my ears. He wanted to engage in cyber-sex. I knew he did, but why? He was young and apparently single, why an old woman like me? I dozed off dreaming of all sorts of sexual encounters with a young stud. And when morning finally came I was tingling all over.
I quickly rose and showered. I had no time for this, I shouldnt even be thinking these things. But it was saturday, and I could relax and begin to enjoy my day without those thoughts.
I glanced at my computer, wondering if tonight he would be back there when I logged on? I did not know, but my nipples instantly perked up hard.
Groaning I slipped on my bikini and headed downstairs and out back. I would soak in some sun, swim a little and clear my head. I had to stop thinking of all these sexual things, especially with younger men. I was married, and had been faithful always since the day we wed. True I wasn't getting laid enough anymore, Micheal seemed to be wearing out and working more often. But still that did not give me a reason to think these things..
I laid out on a folding lounge chair and began to run tanning lotion on my thighs and legs. Laying back I managed to get my chest and stomach.
Laying this way I tanned for awhile, then stood up. Diving into the pool, I did two laps and hopped back out. Walking over to the lounge chair I laid face down this time and closed my eyes. I heard someone walk over to the fence and call my name.
"Amy?" It was Belinda.
"Hey Belinda.. What's up?" I giggled at my words, hell i was acting like a 22 year old today.
"I need to go in to the hospital and work swing tonight, will you keep an eye on Owen for me? Incase he needs anything? We only have one car and I need to take mind... and.."
"Dont worry about it belinda. It's alright. Tell Owen if he needs anything I am over here and he can use my car if he needs to."
"Thanks Amy, you are a good friend. Alright, I best get to work. Take care and have fun!"
I called back, "You dont work too hard ya hear!?" She laughed as she walked away. I was glad the fence was high enough around my property no one could see in my yard unless they were in the attic of their houses anyways. It didnt bother me, I had lived here long enough to know I had freedom in my back yard.
Knowing this I rolled a little and untied the top of my bikini and pulled it off. I didn't need tan lines. Smiling I laid back down on the lounger chair and sunned my back.

 

[Gareman]

I awoke, still wearing my shorts and t-shirt from the night before. Walking downstairs, I found a note on the kitchen table from mom, explaining that she had to work and that if I needed anything, to go nextdoor and ask Mrs. Jones.

I smiled at that idea.

"I wonder if Mrs. Jones would really be willing to give me what I need," I said to myself.

Making a bowl of cereal, I climbed the stairs and went back to my room. The computer was still on and I logged on to see if my neighbor happened to be online. She wasn't, but I still sent a message...a little something for later.

Jumping into the shower, I stood below the warm stream of water and began devising a scheme to convince Mrs. Jones to go to bed with me. Each scenario was so unbelievable that I quickly gave up and resigned myself to jerking-off and fantasizing about what sex would be like with her.

"You're just a shy little pussy," I muttered. "You'd never have the balls to really try anything anyway."

Finishing up in the bathroom, I got dressed and went back into my room. From my room, I heard the sound of a radio playing very softly in the Jones's back yard. Not able to see anything, I climbed up into the attic and sneaked a quick look outside.

Mrs. Jones was lying, face down on a lounge chair, bikini top untied. My heart began racing...I had to get closer...maybe get a peek when she flipped over. Racing own the stairs, I hurried before my new found courage faded. Quickly opening the front door, I sprinted across the Jones's front lawn and ran around to the side door. I knew that many people, in the perceived safety of the suburbs were sometimes careless about locking their doors. I hoped Mrs. Jones was one of those people....

Trying the screen door, it opened easily....

I reached out and grasped the knob to the main door and was delighted to discover that it too was unlocked.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest, as I moved through the house, having been inside many times while the previous owners were still there. Making my way to the large staircase, I took the steps two at a time and was quickly at the top. Turning to my left, I strode purposefully and found myself entering the master bedroom in a matter of seconds.

The side windows looked directly into my room, but there were also two back ones that provided a perfect view of the backyard. I stepped carefully toward the first one and had the absolute best view of my older neighbor. She lay still, her well oiled skin glistening in the sun. Her long thin legs spread slightly allowed a nice peek at her firm round bottom and a tease of what lay between.

I stood fascinated...taking in the beautiful view and knowing that something inside had been released...something that I'd been able to control to date....but all bets were off now...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

After awhile my back began to burn a little, i could feel the skin aching. So I stood up and turned the chair away from the fading sun. Looking directly at my patio doors, I laid down on my back. I slowly poured more oil onto my skin and rubbed it in, making sure to get my nipples too. I did not want them burning and hurting. Stretching out I sighed and smiled. This was the life no job this weekend, no husband to bitch at me. I thought for a moment about going up and logging online to chat, but decided against it until later. The thoughts of that younger male hitting on me made me ache fiercly for some hot young stud to fuck the day lights out of me.
Sighing, I knew that was wrong and quickly killed the thoughts. It was almost noon by now, I needed to eat. Standing I put my top back on and dove into the pool once more. Swimming slowly from one end and back to the other I rose out of the water and rung out my hair. Grabbing a towel I walked inside and started hunting for something to eat.
I thought I heard some suffling but realized I was hearing things because it didnt happen again. Grabbing a carrot stick I headed up into my bedroom. Walking in, I started drying my hair with a towel and walked into the bathroom. turning on the shower I started humming the tune I just heard on the radio. Undressing was easy since I was only wearing a bikini and within seconds was in the shower.
I should go next door and check on Owen, see if he needed anything but last nights display held me back. He had been watching a really dirty porno and I was certain he was jerking off... It was normal though. Guys did that from an early age on up.. Its just that I had never really thought about it until he came home.
The heat infused my body as my thoughts ran away with me. Watching him jerk off appealed to me greatly. I shook my head, "What the fuck am I thinking?!" I groaned aloud in my empty bathroom. Soaping up I began washing and before long it turned into a major masturbation fest.

 

[Gareman]

As Mrs. Jones lay outside sunning herself, I began to scan the large bedroom. Taking a quick break from my post at the window, I walked over to the long wooden dresser against the far wall. Opening several drawers, I finally found the one I was looking for. The drawer was filled with bras, panties and stockings. My hand moved inside, touching the soft, sexy fabrics and finding a smooth, sheer pair of black stockings.

Removing the hose from the drawer, I moved back over to the window and again focus on my older neighbor tanning below. As I spied on her, I slipped my shorts down over my hard cock and hook the elastic band just below my balls. Without taking my eyes from her lovely body, I gently slipped a stocking over my excited prick, allowing the smooth fabric to slide over the throbbing head and glide softly down over the thick shaft.

Mrs. Jones rolls over, exposing her nice breasts and I begin to slowly slide my penis in and out of the sheer stocking.

"Mmmmmm," I moan as the material stimulates me, "You are so hot Mrs. Jones."

I stare down at her, imagining my cock sliding between her long slender legs and deep inside of her mature pussy. My hand moving the thin stocking up and down over my cock.

"Yes, Mrs. Jones....Yes...Yes...mmmm," I whisper. "Oh yeah, your pussy feels so good."

Suddenly, she rises and dives into the pool, swimming up and back before exiting and drying off.

I continue watching and masturbating, but I begin to realize that she may very well be heading inside.

I hear the door open and footsteps downstairs.

Stepping away from the window, I move to the other side of the bed as the sounds move up the stairs and down the hall toward me.

Ducking down and sliding underneath the large bed, I see Mrs. Jones's feet and hear her move quickly into the bathroom. She drops her bikini onto the floor and runs the shower.

My cock aches, needing release.

I hear a moan...and another....

Oh my God...she's masturbating !!!

I want to stay so badly, enjoying the low moans she's emitting as she pleasures herself...but I know I'd better leave.

Crawling from beneath the bed, I quickly glance into the bathroom and make out the outline of Mrs. Jones's body behind the steamed shower doors. Her hand is obviously between her legs....

Stepping away reluctantly, I leave...still clutching the stockings in my hand...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

My eyes had closed as my panting lips parted, letting out even louder longer moans of pleasure as I thought about a young stud servicing me non stop over and over and over again. And in that dream trance I began to think of Owen, servicing my hungry cunt over and over again. Moaning out I leaned back against the walls of the shower, as my fingers worked furiously on my clit and wet hole. In no time I let out a wild scream of pleasure as I began to orgasm, my knees giving out as I sank to the floor in the shower. Panting I let go of my clit and just laid there. My heart was racing but my hearing was perfect. Thats when I heard something bump in my room.
"What the?" I whispered between pants for air. I rose from the shower and opened the glass door. I saw nothing, even in my vanity mirror and the one by my bed I could still see nothing. I shrugged it off and finished my shower.
Walking out in my robe into my room and flicked on my pc and sat down watching it load. I jumped nearly a foot in the air as my phone rang loudly beside me. I quickly picked it up.
Micheal. He didnt waste no time or energy. Just called to tell me he would be home tonight instead of tomorrow night and he was flying out now. I said alright, have a nice flight and hung up.
Finally I was logged online and inside the room.

DIJones: Hello everyone? Hows your saturdays going?

I sat back and watched as some of the people I knew greeted me and went back on a topic of discussion. Since I was a late arrival I sat this one out. I had no idea what was going on, But it gave me plenty of time to apply some lotion to my body while I read the text.

 

[Gareman]

Rushing outside and accross the front lawn, I throw open our front door and enter, slamming it behind me. Bolting upstairs and entering my room, I close that door also, eventhough I know that mom won't be home for hours.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I try to catch my breath and regain my composure. What the fuck had I been thinking ? How would I ever explain my actions if I had gotten caught ?

Finally, after a few moments, I begin to feel slightly better. I mean, no one would ever know what I had done. As I sat, I looked down and saw the stockings in my hand. The sheer fabric felt so soft against my palm and I slowly unwadded the material and allowed the hose to drape down onto my lap.

The thought of Mrs. Jones masturbating in the shower began to excite me again. Rising, I walk over to my computer and allow it to boot. As I wait, I walk to my window and notice my sexy neighbor sitting at her desk, typing on her keyboard.

Moments later I log on an send her an instant message.

Young_gun_1983: Hello DIJones, how are you today ?

I sit and wait, hoping she will answer.