When a man sleeps with a woman 30 years his junior, his friends slap him on the back. When Leo trades them in at 25, despite being 47, I’m sure Y chromosomes around the world cheer his prowess. But what happens when she fucks someone 30 years younger? I guess it depends who you tell, so let me know in the comments!
The produce boy
It started with a cob of corn and a dirty dream a few weeks before. So what was it like? As the last few weeks passed, things heated up with my new friend. A year older than my son, I finally got him exactly where I wanted him.
Where was that?
On his knees behind me, ramming his young, vigorous cock in me doggie style. I’m sure he liked the fact I let him take me bareback and encouraged him to plant his seed deep inside me. Who wouldn’t?
But let’s back up a little!
Last weekend he texted that his parents were going away for the Labor Day weekend and asked if I wanted to get together! Can you imagine? When was the last time you got excited about someone’s parents going away? High school? So 30+ years ago for me! Crazy!
As it happened, I had Friday night free, and so we set up a date! Hub and son headed to his hometown to visit his brother, who was home to see dear old mom. We were just down there a couple of weeks ago, and my BIL is a loud talker, so I opted out — there’s not enough Tylenol in the world that will take away the pain of listening to those two.
Can we have a pizza?
The last time I was at the grocery store checking out my produce boy, I picked up some pizza stuff, and he noticed as we chatted. I told him I’d started making pizza from scratch since Covid, so he asked if I could make him one.
How could I say no?!
I told him I’d make him a pizza Friday night, and if he were a good boy, I’d be dessert. There was a line in Peaky Blinders on how to keep a man loyal that I’ll never forget –
A wife’s job is to keep her man’s balls empty and stomach full.
There’s a lot of truth in that, so pizza it was! Not that I need to stop him from straying. He knows I’m not looking for a boyfriend, but I think I surprised him when I told him he could have me.
Up to then, it was just flirting, some sexy pics, and I teased him into sending me a short video of him coming as he said my name. That was hot AF, but there were no plans to meet or time before mom and dad went away. I still had to make sure my lover had a smile on his face too!
Pizza party!
Pulling up to his house, it was what you’d expect. A decent size single-family dwelling in the burbs. Well taken care of and a lovely garden. It was evident his parents loved their home.
I parked in the driveway and walked up to the door with my pizza ingredients in one shopping bag and my toys in another. I’d sent him a vid of me using my Magic Wand ©, and he begged me to bring it. If you’ve been reading me for a while, you’ll know you don’t need to beg for that to happen!
I premixed the yeast, sugar, and salt and put my two cups of flour in another ziplock and the meat and veg in a third. I figured his mom would have everything else I needed.
What surprised me is I was far more nervous than I thought I’d be. Thanks to my lover’s constant praise, I feel good about my body, but I’ve always had a little anxiety about getting naked in front of a man for the first time. Especially a fit 21-year-old-man I’d already promised to have sex with. Yikes!
He opened the door and took my bags as I slipped off my shoes and put my purse down on the hall bench.
“Where’s the kitchen?” I asked, looking around. It was as well-kept inside as out. Mom had good taste and a lot of time to keep the place well-sorted. I work from home and doubt I could do it without the cleaners coming in every two weeks, but that’s just me.
“Back here,” he called out, letting me follow his voice.
Getting into the kitchen, I dialed the oven to 425 F and started unpacking the groceries. What made me feel better was that he couldn’t hide the fact that he was shitting bricks.
It was sweet.
“Come here,” I ordered, turning to him and opening my arms to him once the food was out, “what do you think? Do you want some of this?”
Melting into him
He didn’t reply but folded his arms around me, and that’s where I wanted to be! His arms are what I’d first noticed. Arms make me melt, and when he held me, I melted into his chest. He smelled so good. I breathed deeply, nuzzling my face into him.
I liked making out with Sarah, but there’s nothing like being wrapped in a man’s arms.
Looking up at him, I offered my lips, and he kissed me passionately. It was wonderful. He surprised me with how good a kisser he was.
As we kissed, he felt me up, letting his hands wander across my ass, hips, and chest. He exhaled deeply when he cupped a breast and then the other. I loved how handsy he was like a kid at a candy shop.
What turned me on was he didn’t hesitate despite my mature woman thickness. I’ve got a woman’s body, and many men have complimented me on it. But to have a young man enthusiastically molest me? It was a far bigger ego boost than I expected. Far bigger!
We were interrupted by the oven telling us it reached temperature, at which point I broke free of his octopus arms and told him I had to make supper before I took care of his cock. I gave him a little squeeze and wasn’t disappointed with what I felt.
When the pizza was in the oven, I poured us each a glass of red I’d brought and walked into the living room.
“Do your parents know you have a friend over?”
“No, not really, but they wouldn’t mind. They let my ex sleep over sometimes once we were 19.”
“Do you think they’d be happy to know an old lady was stalking you? Or do they know?”
“I didn’t tell them. I think my mom would freak!” he laughed.
“What about your dad? I don’t think he’d be happy either.”
“No, I don’t think he would, but more because you’re married. His mom cheated on his dad.”
“Well, they don’t have to know, do they? It can be our little secret. Would you like that?” Listening to myself made me feel like a Boy Scout leader, but again, for the folks at home, he is 21!
“That’s the way to go,” he laughed.
The appetizer
I moved back to him, took his hand, and led him to the center of the living room. I dropped a throw pillow to the floor and knelt before him.
Undoing his belt, I opened his jeans and teased his cock out of his boxers. It was nice. Maybe seven inches or a bit more, circumcised, and nicely shaped mushroom head. He had a nice-sized girth. I could get my hand around him and had room to stroke his shaft.
My pizzas usually take 27 mins, so I had 25 minutes to make him cum. It wasn’t going to be that long.
His cock had a nice heft, I thought as I stroked him. Then, letting go, I grasped his hips and took him into my mouth. He let out a soft moan as I sucked him in. He was salty in a heady, manly way. I love the feeling of a man in my mouth and hearing him react as I pleasure him.
Pro tip — for you quiet guys out there, put the effort in and make a little noise. Show some appreciation. It’s hot.
I sucked and played with him for a few minutes before I moved him to the couch and told him to lie down. Then, kneeling once again, now over him, I sucked and stroked him, alternating between hand and mouth, never letting up pressure or contact with him.
He responded to my touch as my boyfriend does. His eyes were closed, his breath deep but not yet ragged. He was getting close but not yet fighting it. There’s something about pumping a slick cock that drains a man’s energy.
When he began to squirm, I began sucking and stroking him simultaneously, my lips following my hand down his shaft and back again. Paying particular attention to the corona at the base of his head to ensure maximum pleasure, I soon had him bucking off the couch as he tried to fuck my mouth. He was close.
Not letting up, I could feel him fighting his orgasm to extend his pleasure, but it was futile. When the first spurt of cum shot into my mouth, I ran my tongue around his head and held him in my mouth as my fist still pumped him. His load was too much, and soon it ran back down his shaft as I pumped him in unison with his pulses until his orgasm subsided.
“Did you like that?” I asked, wiping his cum from my chin with a finger.
“God, yes! That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had!” he gasped, “and you’re the first girl who let me cum in her mouth! I’ve always wanted to do that. It was fantastic! You’re fucking amazing!” still reeling from the orgasm I gave him.
“The first girl to let you cum in her mouth? That’s sad, but I’m sure you’ll meet more. You have a very nice cock, you know. How about we get cleaned up, and I’ll pull the pizza out? It’s almost done.”
Dessert
I told him I’d be dessert, and I was because, like most young men, he had a remarkably short refractory period. So, after supper, we managed to relax a little before beginning round two, which he was more than ready for.
I’ll leave the rest for another time, but what was cute was that when we got to his room, he proudly announced he’d cleaned it up for me!
“What a good little boy!” I told him, “ you did such a good job!”
And then we made a mess of his bed as he sank his beautiful cock into me over and over for the rest of the night until I couldn’t take it anymore.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been sore like that.
Penthouse letters weren’t just for boys when I was a kid —
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