15 comments/ 244298 views/ 34 favorites Mature Woman Has Her Way By: Panty_Licker Due to the great and unexpected comments I have had with my first little story I felt encouraged enough to write another. I hope that you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. * * * * * Finding life on unemployment street very boring, not to mention the fact of always been broke, I decided to go job hunting. In the job office were all the typical jobs on offer from the likes of the burger giants but then one caught my eye. "A mature minded young person required to work in local clothing store. Wages and hours will be discussed at interview." Ok it wasn't something that an 18-year-old lad like myself would normally go for, but anything other than been up to my elbows in grease all day seemed pretty good to me. The woman on the desk gave me a strange look and asked me if I was really sure I wanted to work there. I was puzzled by her behaviour but nonetheless she set up an interview for the next day with the store. The following morning found me in a freshly ironed suit and clean shoes walking through town to find the store. I felt a bit of a fool dressed up as I was and hoped that I wouldn't run into any of the guys. Eventually I found the store and nearly turned away to walk back home when I first clapped eyes on the place, but I needed the job, badly. The bell tinkled a cheery warning to the owner as I swung the door open and stepped inside. If the front of the store looked old fashioned then the insides of the place looked like I had just stepped back in time to the forties. Everything in the place seemed to be every shade of brown that could ever be. The clothes hanging on the racks, the big old heavy wooden counter top and even the old fashioned till with its big brass buttons. "Hello young man may I help you?" a matronly looking woman asked me with some distain from behind the counter. "Hello... yes... I am John Miller and I have come about the job." I stuttered and held out my hand. She studied me with piercing blue eyes through her half moon glasses, refusing to uncross her arms from under her ample bosom to take my offered hand and shake it. Her grey hair was tightly knotted into a bun onto the back of her head and a black suit hugged her ample frame just as tightly. She scornfully pursed her bright red lips, and even though I don't like to admit it, she scared me. What seemed like an eternity later she finally spoke. "You are a boy and this is a ladies fitting store. We only supply the finest clothing to the finest ladies so what on earth could you possibly offer me?" It seemed more like a demand rather than a question such was her authority. "I am a hard worker and I am..." "Yes I bet you are." She abruptly cut me off. "Come here and join me behind this counter to see how it fits you." She ordered. Although she didn't snap her fingers I could have sworn I heard it and I jumped to attention. I quickly joined her side and noticed that everything about her was stern and that she wouldn't take any nonsense. As strange as it sounds I found the smell of her lavender perfume alluring, even sexy. Maybe it wasn't just the perfume because I realised that whenever she spoke to me a little shiver run up my spine. "Pay attention boy. In these draws are kept buttons, various lace trimmings and silk ribbon for making bows and all sorts of bric-a-brac. You will learn the name of every button and you will memorise where everything is kept. I do not like and will not accept tardiness of any sort. Do you understand boy?" I opened my mouth to reply but didn't get the chance because as I went to lean on the counter my fingertips caught a dish of paper clips and flipped it over throwing the contents all over the floor behind the counter. She glared at me then down at the floor before slowly turning her blazing eyes back to my madly blushing face. That shiver ran up my spine again. Instead of talking she simply pointed a well-manicured finger that was painted the same bright red as her lipstick, to the floor. I understood her orders and quickly dropped to my knees. My fingers scrabbled at the little clips and it was then that I noticed her black patent leather stiletto shoes. I paused briefly in my task to let my eyes wander from the shoes, over her nicely turned ankles and up her strong calf muscles to the hem of her skirt which ended just above her knee. I saw that she was wearing either black stockings or pantyhose with a black pencil line on the back of them running from her shoes to the darkness underneath her skirt. I gulped and for some wierd reason found myself hoping that they were stockings. Suddenly the tinkling of the doorbell brought me back to reality. "Stay where you are boy." She whispered harshly at me. This was one order I didn't mind following at all because it would give me plenty of time to drink in the beauty of her legs. I moved quietly so that I was sitting on the floor with my back resting on the draws and my knees huddled up to my chest. All manner of erotic thoughts ran through my mind as she dealt with the customer. What was i thinking, i chided myself, this woman is at least fifty. I noted that she spoke a lot more civil to the lady than she did to me. Suddenly she stepped over me so that she had a leg either side of my hips. I couldn't believe it; maybe she had forgotten I was there. But no she cant have because I heard her telling the customer that she was going to employ a helper at the store so long as she could find one that did as she asked and never answered back. Then they had a little laugh about how difficult it was finding good staff these days. She shuffled forward a couple of inches as she messed about with something on the top of the counter, and because my face was on line with her crotch I couldn't help but have the tip of my nose brush the front of her skirt. My heart was pounding with excitement and I could feel my prick begin to respond to the crazy situation I now found myself in. I couldn't help myself as I began to nuzzle gently against her front. I thought she might move away but I was wrong and found her pressing her hips forward. With the excitement bar raised I used my shaking hands to caress her shoes and ankles. She still didn't move so I softly stroked my fingers up her nylon-clad calves to the hem of her skirt and when I met no resistance I pushed a little further. "Mrs. Matson would you be a dear and hand me that small case of handkerchiefs down from the shelf behind you?" I heard her ask the customer. I thought i had blown it and thought that she was going to go mad at me. I mentally kicked my own ass for been such a pervert for lusting after an older woman. But the moment the customer had turned around she quickly lifted her skirt and dropped it over my head. It took me a second or two to realise what had happened as I found myself suddenly encased in a muffled darkness. Then my straining cock lurched violently in the confines of my trousers as I found from the softness of her thigh against my cheek that she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. Turning my head slightly I kissed first one inner thigh just above the stocking top, to test the water. When i found that there was no resistance I turned my head to the other side so that I could apply my lips to her other inner thigh. My hands continued to caress and stroke her calves and ankles and as I became bolder I began to use my tongue instead of my lips. After barely a minute of licking around her stocking tops my mature and stern soon to be boss parted her legs a little bit more either side of me. I couldn't believe it. Although I had a little idea of what she wanted me to do next I was unsure whether to actually do it or not. Was she really offering me to go even further. I had come this far and she had instigated all of it so taking the bull by the horns I tilted my head back a little way and ran my tongue over the gusset of her panties. The cotton felt both rough and smooth at the same time and I was in heaven. Five minutes ago she wouldn't even shake my hand but now she was offering me one of my wildest fantasies. With my hormones running wild I began lapping at her covered slit. My senses were reeling with the combination of the smell of her lavender perfume and the musk of her excited pussy. All I wanted to do was rip her panties off and bury my tongue into her hot cunt so that I could taste her womanly juices, but I knew I had to restrain myself because I didn't want the customer knowing what was going on. I was also pretty sure that I wasn't the only one who didn't want anyone else finding out either. The muffled conversation between the two women continued and after a few short minutes of sheer panty licking bliss I heard the tinkle of a faraway bell. "Oh fuck me with your tongue boy!!!" She almost screamed as she pulled her skirt back up and dragged her spittle sodden panties to one side. "I thought she would never go." She hoarsely groaned as she grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my face into her crotch Her fat juicy cunt lips seemed to cover most of my face as I drove my tongue into her hot depths. She pushed herself down onto me with such force that I thought she was going to break my nose as I tongue fucked her. Her pussy washed my face with its slick juices as she rocked feverously backwards and forwards. Using my nose to rub on her engorged clitoris I lashed and whipped her frothy cunt. "Oh fuck... fuck... I'm cumming boy... don't... you dare... stop." She gasped and panted as she let loose a river of sweet juice. I wanted to drink all of her feminine liquid down into my belly and to make sure that not a single drop was wasted I reached up and clutching at her ass cheeks I pulled her even further onto my gulping sucking mouth. Her hips bucked wildly and her legs shook with such force that I thought she was going to collapse. Slowly her orgasm ebbed and subsided and her wild shaking slowed to a gentle tremble. She went to move away but I held her in place as my tongue and lips continued to pay homage to her sex. I gently sucked and licked every part of her womanhood to make sure she was cleansed of all her cream. Only when I was satisfied did I allow her to move. I still remained seated on the floor as I watched her use her hands to flatten her rumpled skirt out. "Well young man because you have proven yourself to be a good worker you will arrive here for work at precisely nine am tomorrow morning. Not a minute sooner and not a minute later. Now get off the floor and go home." She had returned to her former strict and disciplined self and as I pulled myself off the floor I grinned to myself. I just know that I am going to love working here. My hard prick was screaming for attention and I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew it wasn't going to be today. I thanked her for the interview and for giving me the job before I made my exit out of that old world woman's clothing store. Maybe it wouldn't happen at all and that I would have to just make do with satisfying her lustful needs. But that night as I lay in bed stroking my cock I fucked her in every way possible. To be continued... maybe * * * * * Thanks for reading this story and I would be grateful if you could leave a comment on any aspect of this story. If you like it, or even if you don't, and feel that it could be improved in any way please let me know. Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 02 The following morning I arrived for work exactly on time just as she had said I should. I had dispensed with the suit in favour of a smart but casual look. Mrs... what was her name? It dawned on me that although I had eaten her pussy the previous day that I didn't even know her name. "Good morning Jo..." she began to greet me as she lifted her head up from the box of multicoloured ribbons on the counter then stopped short. "What's this!!!" she exclaimed while flicking the back of her hand towards me. "I thought that...." I began to say. Ok I wasn't dressed in a suit but I wasn't worth the distasteful look she gave me. "STOP!!!" she shouted at me and raised her palm towards me for added effect. "You do not think anymore. A tie will always be worn for work. My customers expect nothing less. You are a disgrace but lucky for you I have a tie in the back room." She turned away from me and barked for me to follow. Quickly chasing after her I saw today that although she was still dressed in black that she wore a pair of what looked like jodhpur pants instead of a skirt. I watched the full globes of her ass clench and unclench with every step she made. Damn she looked good, whom am I kidding because she looked better than good. To my teenage eyes she looked the epitome of sex on legs. I felt a familiar pulse from my prick. 'The storeroom looks as old and dusty as the shop itself' I thought to myself as I scanned around the cardboard box laden shelves. Suddenly she spun round to face me clasping a tie in her hand. "Here this will do for now." As I reached out for it she purposely released her grip on it before I had a chance to take it from her. "You clumsy boy pick it up." She calmly said. This bothered me more than the scorn and shouting she normally laid on me. If anyone else had talked to me like she did I would have soon told him or her which cliff to jump off. But this woman was different to anyone else I had ever met before. She didn't just demand respect she also expected it like it would be second nature. Now I know that it sounds like she is a dominatrix but it isn't quiet like that. The closest I can come to is that we follow our mothers orders without a second thought, and although my boss is harsher I don't feel that there is any malice behind her words... well at least I hope not. Dropping to my haunches I went to pick the tie up. I instantly regretted gasping out loud and I had to quickly put my hand onto the floor to balance myself as my eyes saw for the first time what she wore on her feet. They were of course made from the same kind of shiny black patent leather that she was fond of wearing, but these were also open toed. I hadn't noticed any lines through her jodhpurs when just moments ago I had been ogling her ass. So that must mean that the black nylon stretching over her toes were pantyhose and not stockings. My heart began to beat faster and seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as I fought the almost irresistible urge to kiss those gorgeous painted feet. The tinkling of the little bell above the door in the store dragged me kicking and screaming back to reality. "Ah a customer. Hurry up boy and make yourself presentable." She grinned down at my upturned face before she waltzed past me into the store. She knew what she was doing. She knew she was teasing me to distraction. Yesterday, after eating her offered pussy like a starving puppy, she knew she had me hook, line and sinker. I hastily knotted the tie around my neck and after adjusting my iron hard prick into what I hoped was a less noticeable position I followed after her. "Ah so this is the young man you were telling me about Rosemary." Smiled a woman just as buxom as my boss. "Yes this is him." She replied back "He doesn't know how things work around here yet but he is eager so I will soon have him whipped into shape." "Yes. Yes I can imagine you will dear." They both shared a laugh at my expense that didn't help because I was blushing so much. Well at least I now knew what my boss's first name was, I thought to myself as I waited patiently for my orders. It seemed to take forever as the two of them, deep in conversation, completely ignored me. Every so often I sneaked a quick peek at my boss's ample curves. My mind drifted back to yesterday and my still hard prick twitched in response to the taste of her. My daydreaming was interrupted when she told me to go and put the kettle on. In the backroom I filled the kettle with water and as I did I heard my name been mentioned. I was intrigued and leaned closer to the partially open door so I could better hear them. "You are such a tease Rosemary. That poor boy couldn't take his eyes off you." "Yes I know aren't I wicked. He seemed to be enjoying my feet just before you came in." my boss giggled. "They weren't the only things he had his eyes on I can assure you of that. Judging by the bulge in the front of his pants I think he finds you quiet a turn on." Laughed the customer. I was mortified. I thought I had hidden my obvious excitement but it seemed I was as easy to read as an open book. "I think you must be mistaken dear." "Rosemary I'm not too old to not recognise a hard prick. My husband, God bless him, hasn't been able to rise to the occasion for quiet sometime but I still remember what one looks like." "You really think so? Well in that case lets find out... John come out here." My boss called out to me. I began to panic. I caught my reflection in a dress mirror by the door and realised that my prick was indeed very noticeable. I stepped out of the doorway into the store with my hands clasped together in front of me, trying in vain to hide myself from them. I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an approaching car as my boss walked over to me. Taking hold of my wrists she moved my arms to my side. "Hmmm." She smiled before turning to her friend and instructing her to bolt the door. Once everything was secured my boss turned her attention back to me. My throat went dry and I began to tremble as they both stared openly at my crotch. After a few minutes my boss spoke. "Mary you can have the honours." "Really!!!." Came the rather excited response from the other woman as she sidled over to me. What on earth did she mean by that? I asked myself and then my question was answered when she placed her hand on the front of my pants and grasped my cock through the material. As she looked into my eyes I could feel her undo the button on my pants and then tugging my zipper down she slipped her hand into the open folds. I couldn't help but gasp as her cool fingers wrapped around my rod and pulled it out into the open. I looked over the woman's shoulder to my boss who was standing a couple of feet away with a big grin on her face. Mary's hand began to stroke up and down my shaft while using her thumb to smear my leaking pre-cum around the bulbous tip. The situation I found myself in was very surreal and I knew if I had told anyone about this they wouldn't believe me in a million years. If anyone else had told me it I wouldn't have believed it either. But it was happening because here I stood in the middle of a woman's clothing store getting a hand job from a much older woman while my boss looked on. "You are lucky to own such a beautiful virile cock." Mary praised my boss over her shoulder. "Although I haven't had the pleasure I feel quiet proud that you think so." Came the reply. Mary released my throbbing prick and raising her thumb to her mouth she licked my pre-cum from it. "I know it's a lot to ask but would you mind if I..." "Of course not dear you go right ahead. But be quick about it in case someone else turns up." My boss laughed. Suddenly the old woman dropped to her knees in front of me and in one fell swoop she swallowed half of my prick between her red lips. "Oh fuck." I cried out as her experienced mouth began to suck expertly up and down my shaft. Apart from the obscene slurping noises she made the store was filled with silence. I looked over to my boss and my cock lurched violently when I saw her stroking her mound over her jodhpurs. I glanced quickly out of the store window and saw the world walking by totally oblivious to the actions going on inside this little shop before returning my eyes to my boss's toying fingers. How I wanted and desired her. How I wanted to bury my face between her legs and drink from her cunt once again. My lust filled gaze returned to Mary as I watched her snake her slippery wet tongue all over the dome of my prick while her hand stroked faster and faster along my shaft. Mary's hand became a blur as she expertly brought me closer and closer to my orgasm. With shaking legs I just managed to shout out that I was going to cum before the tip of my prick exploded with a torrent of spunk. The first spurt splattered across her nose and cheek before she had chance to suck me into her mouth. The power of my gushing cum caused the old woman to gag as she tried to gulp all of my hot seed down into her belly. I reached down and grabbing a hand full of her grey hair I forced my erupting prick down the back of her throat until her nose was pressed into my pubes. Eventually my orgasm subsided and I released my grip on her hair. This woman must have been starving for spunk because even after my final spurt she kept suckling on my softening cock, and only when it had totally shrunk did she finally release me. I stood there in the middle of the room panting for breath with my mind reeling and my now flaccid cock still hanging out of my pants as Mary stood up and readjusted her clothing and hair. "Marvellous... just marvellous. Thankyou so much Rosemary." Grinned an obviously satisfied Mary. "I do like my customers to be happy with the services that this establishment provides." She smiled back. The door was unbolted and Mary left, leaving just my boss and me together. Rolling her hips as she walked she crossed the room towards me and leaning forward she whispered in my ear. "You were a good boy today and I am pleased. Now put that cock of yours away and go and wait in the store room because I have a little treat for you." To be continued... * * * * * If you have read this story I would be grateful if you could take a few seconds to leave a comment. Authors feel more inspired to write more if we know how you like or dislike our work :) Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 03 Time always seems to drag slower in proportion to how excited and anxious you are and right now as I sat amongst the shelving and old cardboard boxes time couldn’t have passed slower if it had stopped. My mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what she had meant by my “Treat”. Maybe I was going to get to eat that juicy cunt of hers - again. I was drooling at just the thought of it. If someone had told me last week that I would be sitting where I was, waiting to service an old woman’s pussy, I would have laughed in their face. Strange how life can turn out isn’t it. My thoughts were broken when the door swung open. I sat quietly on the old metal framed chair just staring at her because I was unsure what to say, or indeed if I should say anything at all. She smiled at me, bent down to look me straight in the eyes and placed a long fingernail underneath my chin. She pressed it so hard into my skin that it forced my head backwards then she spoke. “You may think that you are cock of the walk but if I ever see you sitting in my chair again, I will make you suffer.” Her tone was soft and calming but the sharp nail threatening to cut my skin open gave her words a whole new meaning. I went to stand up so I could get off the chair but she quickly pushed me back down again. Placing a leg either side of my hips she told me to find another way off. The only way I could see was to slide out from underneath her, so I took that route. My heart was pounding as my face neared her tightly black covered mound; I inhaled deeply through my nose as I searched for the scent of her sex. My prick twitched to life and began to rapidly stiffen as her musk invaded my senses. I was hoping and praying she would stop me moving, which would give me the excuse to prolong the pleasure of inhaling her scent, but instead she just laughed and told me to get a move on. Once I was free, I turned around to face her. She still had her back to me and my knees hurt on the hard concrete floor but the view of her round ass cheeks made the discomfort acceptable, in fact I think my submissive posture added to the erotic pleasure I was feeling. My silver haired boss moved to one of the shelves and produced a pair of thin bladed scissors from one of the myriad of boxes. I watched with some fear as she took her place on the chair and toyed with the blade. Slowly, she parted her strong thighs before holding the scissors out to me. “You will use these to cut open my pants. You will not cut anything else and you will definitely NOT cut me. If you make one mistake you will leave this store because your services will no longer be required. Do you understand?” My mouth and throat were far too dry to enable me to talk properly and all I could do was nod my head like a fool. I gingerly took the blades from her and attempted to make the first cut. I was so nervous that beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and running down my face. The material of her Jodhpur pants was tougher than I first thought and it took a bit more persuasion for the blades to have an effect. Gradually a penny-sized hole appeared along the crotch seam, so I snipped a bit more. Pleased with myself I carried on cutting and within seconds the crotch of her panties were on full display to my gaze. “Enough.” She barked at me. Apart from what seemed to me the thunderous rhythmic sound of my heartbeat up until that point, the room had been totally silent and I jumped with shock at her sudden command. My prick was threatening to burst out of my pants as I quickly looked up into her eyes before turning my attention to her black lacy panties. Yesterday because of the darkness under her skirt, I didn’t get to see much of her pussy, but today I could just about make out her pubic hair and the top of her slit. The combined smell of her heat, sweat and perfume tormented my senses until I was on the verge of lust-crazed insanity. But I knew my place and held back from devouring her. Looking up into her eyes once more I saw a sparkle in them that I knew meant she loved her position of authority, and right at this moment I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I watched with bated breath as she slid the palms of her hands over her glorious covered breasts, across her plump belly and onto her inner thighs. She used her thumbs to pinch either side of her sweet cunt so that her labia nipped at the gusset of her panties. Gently massaging her pussy in this way, she lifted one of her feet and pressed the sole into my crotch. “Oh fuck.” I gasped as I continued to watch her fingers. She pressed harder onto my prick with her shoe whilst moving her hand in such a way that she now used two fingers of one hand to do the job that her thumbs had been doing. Then with her free hand she used one of her long red fingernails to graze along the creased material covering her slit. I suddenly became aware that I was panting like a dog at the erotic show she was putting on for me. “Are you hungry little puppy?” she barely whispered the question. She had obviously noticed my panting as well. “Yes… yes very hungry.” I stammered. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as I waited for her to speak. “Good. In that case why don’t you feast on my pussy.” She grinned down at me. I didn’t need a second invitation as I quickly leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her panties. I sucked and licked them with all the energy I could muster. Drawing the soft cotton and her cunt lips into my greedy mouth, trying to suck her juices through the thin material. I was soon rewarded for my efforts when my taste buds sparked like an electric shock as the familiar tang of her juices seeped over my tongue. I whimpered with pleasure as I sucked and sucked more of her into my mouth. “Oh God… you… you are hungry… aren’t you.” She panted huskily as her hips rocked up and down against my face. I wanted her naked cunt. I desperately needed to feel her soft wet pussy lips on my tongue. I wanted to rub my face all over her sex so I would be covered in her juices. I picked up the discarded scissors and deftly snipped at the gusset of her soaking wet panties. The elastic snapped them out of view and there it was – my prize. For a few long seconds I stared at her full bush of graying tangled pubic hair. The very unkempt nature of it excited me even more. In the past I had preferred my girls to have it neatly trimmed but this had more of an effect on me than I could have ever known. Her fat pink labia shining with her slick juices begged to be eaten and once more I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her womanly aroma was even stronger now that she was uncovered. Using my tongue I stroked it up her cleft. I repeated it again and again and each time my tongue buried itself a little deeper into her sopping pussy. Suddenly I felt tremendous pain as my boss grabbed my hair and half dragged me to the floor. “You little bastard how dare you tease me!!” She screamed at me. I was dazed and confused and it took a second or two before I managed to get my bearings. I had ended up on my back on the concrete floor and had just enough time to see her big hairy cunt descending towards me. Her hot wetness threatened to suffocate me as she sat on my face with all her weight. She no longer cared about my comfort as she roughly rode my face. I knew I had deserved it somehow, but for the life of me I couldn’t work it out. Her weight forced my mouth open and her juices flowed freely like a river over my face and down my throat. I tried to drink as much as I could but it was proving impossible to drink and fight for air at the same time. The last thing I remember was her screaming and thrashing about on top of me before I blacked out. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious for as I slowly opened my eyes. My surroundings had changed because now it looked like I was in a bedroom judging by the chintzy curtains covering the window opposite where I lay. My nose felt very sore and my jaw ached as I became more aware. I turned my head and saw my boss standing a few feet away from me with her back to me. Apart from bra and panties she was undressed and searching through a draw in the chest against the wall. A little groan escaped my lips that caused her to spin around. “Oh thank God you are alright.” She cried out as she rushed to my side. Sitting on the edge of the bed she stroked her fingers through my hair and gently spoke to me. “I’m so sorry sweetheart. I didn’t realise how much I was getting carried away. At first I thought I had killed you but then when I saw that you were still breathing I was so relieved.” “Where am I?” I whispered. “You are in my bedroom. It’s ok don’t move. You can stay here for the night so that I can keep an eye on you.” She soothed me. Moving onto the bed she carefully lifted my head and cradled me like a baby to her bosom. Her voluptuous breasts were like big soft pillows and I couldn’t help but lick my tongue up the side of one. “Of course… of course… hold on sweetheart.” She quickly said. Hefting one of her large tits out of the hammock like cup of her bra she pulled my head and my mouth to her big fat brown nipple. “Suckle on my breast and that will help you relax more.” That hadn’t been my intention but parting my lips I sucked it deep into my mouth as she continued to stroke my hair. It felt strange at first to be cuddled like a baby, but I was a horny eighteen-year-old guy and my hormones were beginning to take control. The familiar stirrings began in my crotch once again. The more I sucked on her nipple the more my cock began to waken and stretch. Because of the way I was laying on the bed my quickly expanding prick became trapped and painful so I turned round more onto my side to release the pressure. This caused my dick to spring free and slap against my boss’s leg. She giggled and muttered something about me been a naughty young man. Still keeping my mouth pressed to her breast with one hand she rested the other on my hip. Not a word was spoken as she slid her hand down and curled her fingers around my throbbing shaft. With a slow feather light touch, she began to stroke up and down my strong member. Somewhere in the room the soft ticking of a clock could be heard but apart from that the room was silent. It seemed like I had lain there forever as her hand continued to stroke my manhood. Now and again she would alternate from my shaft to my balls, gently caressing and squeezing them. I had been given hand jobs before many times, but this wasn’t just a hand job because she was making love to my manhood with her hand. I looked up at her and saw her smiling back down at me. “Is that nice?” she softly asked. Smiling around her fat nipple I nodded my response and closed my eyes. I felt like I was in a dream state in her tender caress. My prick was leaking profusely from the tip and I knew I wouldn’t be far off cumming. She must have also known this because she began to speed up her motions. She smeared my pre-cum all over the bulging tip of my dick with her finger that sent shivers up and down my spine. I was grunting with lust now and thrust my hips out to meet her hand, any second now I was going to burst as I felt my balls beginning to tighten. Moving her hand further down my shaft and over my cum filled balls she slipped her spunk-coated finger between the cheeks of my ass and pushed it home. Never in my life had I ever experienced anything like that and I couldn’t help but bite down hard on her nipple as my dick erupted with such force that the first three jets splattered all over her shoulder and tits. She unrelenting worked her finger in and out of my asshole as my white-hot cream continued to boil from my balls. The spunk on the tit I was sucking at trickled down to my lips but I didn’t care as I also sucked that into my mouth as well because if had I let go of her nipple I would have screamed out so passionately and loudly that someone might have called the police. Eventually my body ceased its convulsions and I slumped exhausted like a rag doll onto my boss. Our bodies were covered with my sticky cream but I still refused to let the nipple go and with her finger remaining imbedded deep inside me I drifted off to sleep. To be continued… I would like to thank the good people who have left me comments on my previous stories. I have taken note of all comments placed on my previous posts and I will incorporate those subjects into future submissions. Because of the lag in time from posting to actually been posted on the site I had already written parts one to three before I had chance to react sooner to your requests. Your words of support have been a great help to me and I hope that you continue to read my works. As always all comments will be most welcome. Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 04 "Go home. I will contact you later." I read it again and again but the short note didn't change. I was confused when I woke up and found that I was alone. The indentation on the pillow beside me proved that I hadn't slept alone. Maybe I had upset her, but the faint tingling in my asshole coupled with the memories of the previous night made me think otherwise. Still half asleep I got dressed and stumbled downstairs to the store. I called out her name but the store was empty. Without her around the place felt somewhat eerie and I was glad to get out of there. My mom greeted me with her usual warm smile and my dad gave me a big wink as though he knew what I had been up to. Mom fussed over me explaining that she was worried about me staying out all night but dad chided her and told her to leave me alone. "You know what we were like when we were kids." He laughed and gave me another all knowing wink that meant I had now become a member of some secret male club. I blushed like crazy and ran up the stairs to my room. He probably thought I had been screwing a pretty young thing but he wouldn't he be shocked if he ever found out just how wrong he was. I flopped onto the bed and in my mind I relived the incredible night from before. My dick responded with a twitch and by the time I had dragged my pants down to my knees it was at full mast. Curiosity overcame me and wiping a fingertip over the end of my dribbling prick I moved it to my ass. I managed to get the tip in but I felt far too tight to go any further, cowardice overcame me so I contented myself with just stroking and teasing my prick. Downstairs I could hear all the usual noise that my family made. The volume of the television competing with the radio and my parents trying to shout over the top of it all. I heard the front door bell go and my mother shouted up the stairs that my boss had come to see me about the stock taking in the store. My heart beat like a drum as I quickly dragged my pants back up and rushed round to make my room more presentable. Suddenly my door swung open and there she was. Normally she dressed from head to toe in black but today she was dressed more... more... I suppose mature. She was dressed in a tweed outfit with brown boots that ended just below the hem of her skirt. She still had that formidable bun on top of her head though... that in my opinion would still give her that dominant aura no matter what type of clothing she wore. She calmly stepped into my room and closed the door behind her. "I see you were thinking of me." She said while looking directly at my crotch. I followed her gaze and realised that in my hurry I had forgotten to tuck my prick away. "Leave it alone and sit down boy." It's surprising just how much authority she carried as I eagerly complied. Putting the briefcase she was carrying onto the bedside cabinet she turned back towards me and placed her fists on her hips. I began to squirm under her gaze and wondered when she would speak. She quickly lifted her hand up to smooth the side of her hair and I felt myself jump. What was going on? I felt completely stupid for flinching but I couldn't work out why I had done it. My boss seemed to derive some kind of pleasure out of it judging by the way she laughed at me. While keeping eye contact with me she placed her left foot on the bed beside me and leaned forward. Instinctively I moved backwards to get out of the way but she followed me. I moved again but to no avail. The hunt was on and I was her prey as she crawled across the bed towards me. I couldn't help but look down her white blouse to her magnificent cleavage. My back was against the headboard of my bed and I had nowhere else to move to. "Are you scared of me boy?" she asked with a mocking look on her face as she straddled my prone body. Yes I was scared, but more scared of my parents coming upstairs and discovering me... us... in this situation. My boss grabbed hold of my by now very hard prick and squeezed it. A pearl of milky fluid rose to the tip and rolled down the back of her fingers. I looked into her eyes and saw something I hadn't seen before. I know she loved danger, the thought of getting caught, but this was something very altogether different. In one swift movement she reached under her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and sat on my prick. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as her hot dripping cunt swallowed me. "Ohhhh yesssss." She hissed through clenched teeth as our pubic bones mashed together. Downstairs I could still hear my parents talking as this silver haired woman slowly began to fuck me. I only have an average sized cock but the way she was screwing me made me feel at least twice as big. I had wanted to fuck her for so long but I had never in my wildest dreams imagined it would be like this. She grunted and groaned as she steadily rose up and down my shaft, squeezing me with her cunt muscles with such strength it felt like she was trying to stretch my dick off. I went to grab her ass but she quickly grabbed my wrists and wrenched my hands above my head. She kept me pinned there as her fucking became faster and faster. She wasn't particularly strong but at that moment in time i felt as weak as a kitten and offered no resistance. I could feel her juices trickling down my balls and between my legs as a series of mini orgasms washed through her. "Imagine what your parents would say if they could see me fucking you." She panted and shuddered as another orgasm rippled over her. My bed was knocking quiet loudly against the wall and although the noise downstairs was loud I was sure that at any moment my parents would hear it and come rushing up the stairs to see what was going on. And there it was. I heard my mother call up the stairs asking if everything was ok. "Yes... yes mom." I croaked. I quickly cleared my throat. "Yes mom everything is fine." I managed to shout out. "You had better hurry up and squirt me full of your seed because moms are nosey and she will come up and check just to make sure. I'm not moving until you cum so it's up to you. Do you want to be caught?" my boss whispered seductively in my ear. The combined excitement of getting fucked by this older lady and the thought that my mother would catch us sent me over the edge. My shaft throbbed and pulsed as I let lose a torrent of cum deep inside her. "Ohhhh yes... yes ... yes... fuck yes... I want every last drop of your boy juice." She almost screamed through gritted teeth. There seemed to be no end to my orgasm as I thrashed around underneath her. I could hear footsteps on the stairs getting near and nearer. My boss was right; my mother was coming up to investigate. My boss also heard the footsteps and as quick as she had taken me into her cunt she let me go and jumped off me. My prick bobbed and thrashed around in the open air as my balls contracted one last time and the final spurt shot out across my stomach. Quickly I rolled onto my front and took the hastily thrown brochure from my boss just in time as my bedroom door opened. "Everything ok mom?" I asked nervously and shot a glance over to my boss who was sitting on the old wicker chair I had in the corner of my room. I don't know how my boss managed it but she looked the picture of pure innocence. My mother's nostrils flared and a puzzled look came over her face. She could no doubt smell the reek of sex in the room but couldn't figure out why. "Yes everything is ok dear. Are you ok?" she asked. "Of course mom... why shouldn't I be?" I answered and cast a glance down to my boss's feet and noticed a big blob of spunk across the toe of one boot where it had no doubt dripped from her freshly fucked cunt. "I just heard a lot of noise and..." she trailed off. I hoped and prayed that she wouldn't notice what I had just seen. But I had no reason to worry because she turned around and before closing the door after her she muttered something about giving a shout if I needed her. My boss looked at her wristwatch before stuffing everything back into her briefcase. "Well as much fun as that was I have to go now." She smiled at me. "Why? I thought we could..." I began to say. "What have I told you about thinking?" She cut in, "I have a business to run in case you have forgotten." "But..." "Oh do stop snivelling boy. You have just had one of the best fucks of your life so be happy you have had that." She barked at me. Before she stood up she removed her panties and was careful to wipe the spunk that had dripped onto her boot. "Look boy use that tongue of yours and clean these for me. Fetch them to work tomorrow morning and I want them spotless." She threw her soiled panties at me and strode out of my room and out of the house. I couldn't believe what she had just asked me to do. I turned the soft black lacy cotton over and stared at the gusset. They were sodden with a mixture of both our juices. At this point I would have liked to say I couldn't go through with it and threw them away. But I can't lie. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and quickly licked at the gooey mess. It didn't taste as bad as I first thought so I gave another lick, then another and another. Before I knew it I had lost control and was avidly sucking on the gusset of her panties. I felt so dirty and used. But I wasn't complaining, far from it, because I turned over on my back and took my almost painfully hard prick in my hand. I wondered what it would taste like directly from her cunt. To have our juices flow from her depths into my mouth. When I first started this story I didn't expect anyone to read it. I am not only amazed that so many people are reading it, but that some are also leaving me encouraging comments to show me that they are enjoying it. It is thanks to you good people that I continue to carry the story on. As always if you have anything to say please feel free to write it down and let me know. Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 05 I know it's been a while since my last story but I had stuff to do... so without further ado on with the show. The morning sun twinkled through a gap in the curtains of my bedroom. Bleary eyed I turned onto my side and saw the panties on the pillow beside me. Just the very sight of them made my cock twitch. I moved my head closer and inhaled deeply through my nose. When the aroma of her pussy didn't assail my senses I knew I had done a good job of sucking them clean. My eyes focussed on the clock that was sitting on my bedside cabinet and it took a second or two for my mind to register that I was late. Leaping from the bed I hurriedly dressed and ran downstairs. Dad had already gone to work and my mother sat at the kitchen table reading the morning post. "Hi mom." I smiled and grabbed a piece of toast. She didn't reply, in fact she didn't even look at me. I leaned over to kiss her cheek but she pulled away. This was strange but I didn't have time to think about it as I rushed out of the door. When I was halfway down the road I slowed down to a walk and thought about the previous day. Maybe my mother knew what went on and that was why she was ignoring me. I hope I hadn't upset her, but I really didn't have any choice over what happened. The more I thought about it the more it bothered me. I needed time to think about what was going on and decided to skip work that day. Later that evening I returned home at the usual time so that no one would be any the wiser about me skipping work. When I entered the kitchen I got the shock of my life when I saw my boss sitting at the table with my mother calmly sharing chitchat and sipping a glass of wine. "Ah the wanderer returns." My mother giggled, which made me wonder just how much wine she had drank. "Hi mom." I replied and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "I have been having a very interesting conversation about you with your boss." My mother continued. She slugged back the rest of her wine and poured another one out. I panicked and looked towards my boss but her face didn't reveal anything. She had that stone cold expression on her face that I had been so accustomed to, normally that look would have been enough to make my prick stiffen, but not today. Had she told my mother what had been going on? Had she spilled the beans on how she has made me her little lap dog? "Really mother... all good I hope." I smiled. I was putting on a very brave front but inside my stomach was doing summersaults. "Oh yes indeed. Why didn't you tell me your little secret?" she smiled at me. "I... I ... didn't know how you would take it." I stammered and nervously sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the table from her. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead and my palms felt clammy. My stomach churned making me feel like I was going to throw up. "I'm surprised at you. I would have thought that you knew me well enough that I would have been over the moon to hear that you had been promoted." She grinned. "I'm so... Pardon!" did I hear my mother right or was it just blind panic that made me hear what I did. "Why didn't you tell me that you had become head sales assistant?" my mother asked with a playful pout of her lip. I stared wide-eyed at my boss as relief swept over me. Of course my mother didn't know that I was the one and only shop assistant. "Well I was going to say something but I knew you would make a fuss." I almost laughed because I was so happy that she didn't know the real truth. My mother took a long drink of her wine and then turned to my boss. "I'm sad to say that you were right and that I was wrong. I didn't realise that he would lie so blatantly to his dear old mother. He has to be punished." "I'm pleased that you see it my way. You can stay to watch the punishment or you can go to the other room. But to add to his humiliation I would suggest that you stay." My boss said and then pushed herself and her chair away from the table so that she could face me. Reaching into a bag beside her chair she pulled out a pair of black leather gloves and proceeded to slowly slip them onto her hands. "Yes you are right as always. I will stay and watch his... punishment." My mother giggled as she watched me begin to squirm in my seat. Fear and panic welled up inside me once again and if I had been brave enough I would have made a run for the door and freedom. But I knew that sooner or later I would have to face the wrath of my boss. "I'm sorry for skip..." I began to moan my apology. The sudden crack of her gloved hand on the tabletop made both mother and myself jump. "Shut your mouth boy. You will only talk when you are given permission to. Now stand up and drop your pants." She barked at me. Even my mother looked surprised, but strangely not shocked, at this order. Slowly I stood up and with shaking hands I unfastened my pants and pushed them down past my knees. I didn't know where to look because I was so embarrassed, but my mother certainly did because out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring at my exposed flaccid prick. I could have tried to cover myself up, but I was resigned to the fact that if I dared try I would be severely punished for it. It seemed like an eternity as I stood on full display to my mother's inquisitive gaze. How I wished I had just gone into work. If I had have done I wouldn't be in this situation right now. But I took a different path and now had to accept what was coming. My boss, or dare I admit to her been my mistress, came and stood beside me. The heady aroma of her violet perfume washed over me as she breathed in my ear for me to bend over the kitchen table. As though hypnotised I did as she asked. On the way down I looked at my mother and saw a glint in her eyes. I couldn't believe she was enjoying this. Why didn't she put a stop to it? I knew what was going to happen and so she must have. But still, it caught me off guard as the first stinging blow lashed across my bare cheeks By the fifth slap of her leather clad hand my ass was burning as though on fire. But what was worse was that my prick was stiffening. By the seventh slap I had a full raging boner. This lady, my boss... my mistress... was plumbing depths in me that I didn't know I had. With her other hand she reached between my legs and taking my balls in her hand she pulled hard on them. I winced with the pain but kept quiet. She stretched and released them a few times more before she continued spanking me. I was glad that she did or else I would have ended up spraying the floor with my spunk. As the sound of the tenth and final slap against my flesh echoed around the kitchen my boss abruptly told me to stand back up. I knew my mother was there in front of me but I was so overcome with lust that I was past caring if she saw my stiffness. Mom let out an audible gasp as her eyes alighted on my engorged member. I know that for some people that having their mother in the same room would cause their pecker to droop. But for me it added to the pleasure of my degradation and it pulsed all the more for the taboo audience. A long strand of pre-cream hung from the tip of my shaft and then dropped onto the tiles below. "Now that you have been punished you can thank me by doing what you do best." My boss said and sat back in her chair. I dutifully dropped to my knees in front of her and reached for the hem of her skirt. If I had to wash her cunt with my tongue then that would be a treat for me, to do it in front of my mother brought it to a whole new level of erotica. "No not me boy. I can see that your mother got rather hot while watching me spank you so it is only fair that you see to her needs first." She smiled at me. It wasn't a sweet and gentle smile; it was the smile of a cat that had the mouse cornered. My mother was about to object when my boss leaned over and pressed a finger to her lips. "Shush dear. We will have a nice glass of wine while your son services you. Open your legs and let this nasty boy put his talented tongue to work." I couldn't believe my mother was doing as she was told. Moving to the edge of the chair she slowly parted her slender thighs. I was pleased to see that she had on a nice pair of white lacy panties. Yes I know it is wrong to do this, but I had my orders. I pushed my head under her skirt and kissed my way up to her covered cunt. The heavenly aroma of her sex filled my nostrils and as my lips kissed the gusset she let out a gasp of surprise. Maybe she thought I wouldn't go through with it, but she thought wrong. I sucked on her panties hard to draw her juices through the soft material. After a short while my tongue tingled with the friction against the cotton. I needed to get at her naked sex. Above me I could hear them talking about everyday things. If it hadn't have been for the occasional gasp from my mother no one would have known what was going on. Using the tips of my fingers I pulled her panties to one side and caused my dear mother to groan out loud as my tongue slid from the bottom to the top of her juicy slit. I had never tasted honey as sweet as hers as I slurped and lapped on her cunt. When I found her clit and sucked on it she let out a guttural cry and exploded with a tremendous orgasm. Her juices were flowing so fast I thought she was pissing on me and at first I had trouble swallowing them all down. But I didn't want to waste a drop of her nectar so I clamped my wide open mouth over her furry cunt and let her fill me up. She shook and bucked her hips against my face as my tongue continued its onslaught of her pussy. She must have had five earth shattering cums before she pushed my head away from her sensitive sex in submission. "Fuck... that... was... amazing." My mother panted as she fought for breath. "You... have trained him... very well." "Thankyou dear..." my boss began when she was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the front door lock. "Oh shit its my husband home from work." My mother panicked. "Calm down... keep drinking your wine... and you boy stay still." My boss, as always was in full control of the situation. For myself I was scared witless that he would see his half naked son hiding under the table. What excuse could I possibly use if I was caught? To be continued... * * * * * As always all comments and suggestions are very much welcome. And many thanks to the great people who have left comments on my previous works.