5 comments/ 157743 views/ 29 favorites Impetuous By: DetectiveSpecialist Authors note. First of all, I want to thanks everyone for all of their amazing comment s about my last submission (My sister's new bathing suit). That was my first submission to Literotica, and my first attempt at writing in many years. I want to apologize to everyone for the sloppiness of the writing. Believe me, if I had known that it was going to get so much attention, I wouldn't have thought twice about getting an editor. For this submission, I was lucky to get a good editor. His pen name is Lord McCord, and his help was invaluable. I'm not going to reedit my previous submission; even though Mr. McCord assures me that it wouldn't have required much editing. I think that I will leave it as a monument to my intractability, and stupidity. Thanks again for all of your comments and e-mails, both good and bad, they are greatly appreciated. * My life was very typical. I'm a forty-year-old mother of a teenage boy. I could have been one of a million housewives, except that, a few years ago, my husband left me for a younger woman. The divorce devastated me; left me a wreck. If not for a couple of good friends that picked me up and got me back on my feet, I'd be about three hundred pounds, wearing housedresses. I was put back on the straight and narrow, and I redirected my energies into more positive pursuits, other than watching the shopping channel, eating bags of chips. In other words; they got me a gym membership and a job. Not that I needed the job. My divorce settlement was quite generous, but having the job really helped me get a more positive image of myself. Between the gym and diet, I was able to get down to my pre-marriage weight, and I even dropped a few extra pounds after that. Not having a sex life sure gives you a lot of energy. Having a man would have been great, but there are not a lot of opportunities for a forty-year old mother of a teenage boy. I've been fixed up, introduced and been blind-dated without success. So, I resigned myself to a life of boredom and celibacy; but, sometimes, the fates have other ideas. My life, while boring, was not tranquil. Between work, looking after a teenage boy, and trying to get to the gym, my life was pretty hectic. My son, Andrew, is a good boy. He does well in school and is a fairly good athlete. Wrestling and lacrosse are his passions, and there always seems to be a herd of teenage boys in my house, eating all of my food. Of all of Andrew's friends, I like Roberto, his best friend, the most. Roberto is just a little older than Andrew (just turned eighteen) and, as I like to kid him, a Latin Lover. Whereas Andrew has just one steady girlfriend, Roberto seems to have a new girl every couple of months. This school year has been a new phase in the two boys' lives. They've become young men, both emotionally and physically. Maybe it is just all of the wrestling workouts, but they have certainly blossomed. Especially Roberto. I've known Roberto for a couple of years now, but now I've noticed that my eyes linger on his body longer than they should. My God, I thought, I've got a crush on a teenage boy. Andrew and Roberto lift weights in my basement and then come up, shirtless, to get drinks for themselves. It's all that I can do, not to stare at this young man and drool. At this time, I also noticed a difference in Roberto's attitude toward me. He has become two different sets of Roberto. It started right about the time I was doing my own physical transformation, losing all that weight. When my son was around, Roberto was his usual respectful self but, when Andrew was away, he became a flirt. It was very innocent at first; a simple remark, a smile, a compliment. But his remarks became more sexual as he grew braver. Months ago, he would tell me that I was the prettiest mom he knew. I bent over in front of him lately, and the comment was "Wow, Mrs. Teller, you really have a great ass!" I'd like to say that I discouraged his advances, but I'm ashamed to say that I welcomed them, in a way. He was a very handsome boy, with a great physique, and I deluded myself into thinking that it was just innocent flirting. I didn't help the situation by being a bit of a tease. I was wearing tight jeans on the day of the comment, and I intentionally bent over in front of him. I wanted to see if I would get a reaction. I got what I asked for. Besides, he was paying more attention to me than any man had in years. About a month ago, things took a dangerous turn. "Mrs. Teller," Roberto said to me. Andrew was in the shower. "That's some outfit you have on." I was wearing a regular white shirt, but I had undone enough buttons to show some cleavage, and my skirt was definitely business attire, but tight, and the slit on the side was high on the thigh. "This is a business suit," I corrected him. "It's not the suit that makes the woman; it's the woman who makes the suit. And you are some woman!" "Oh, Roberto," I blushed, as I tried to squeeze past him in my cramped kitchen. "Shut up." He grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me toward him. "Roberto!" I squealed, in mock protest. "Would you please cut it out?" "Why is it that you don't have a boyfriend, Mrs. Teller?" "You know that I'm secretly yearning for you." Unfortunately, that statement was closer to the truth than I was willing to admit. "Why should you yearn? I'm right here; ready, willing and able," he said, pulling me even tighter to him. "I'm old enough to be your mother." I used the classic old and trite line. "You might be as old as my mother, but you sure don't look like anyone's mother. I've never met any mother that was as hot and sexy as you." His hands went from my hips to my waist; he pulled me up tight against him. Suddenly, I noticed two things. First, the sound of Andrew's shower stopping and second, Roberto's large bulge in his pants. The boy was definitely getting excited, and it startled me. I pushed him away. "Andrew is getting out of the shower," I whispered in a hushed voice. Roberto was too involved with grinding his cock into me to notice, but he heard Andrew's steps on the floor upstairs and he immediately let me go. Andrew came down a few minutes later and noticed right away that I was a little flustered. "Are you OK mom?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "I just have a few problems at work that I've been dwelling on." "Why don't you quit work?" Roberto chimed in. "And let me take you away from all of this." I tilted my head to one side, and gave him a poignant Shut the fuck up look. I changed the subject. "Where are you guys going?" "I'm meeting Dana at the mall," Andrew replied. "Roberto." I turned my gaze back to him. "Are you being a third wheel?" "Well, Mrs. Teller, I thought that these young people needed a good chaperone." He couldn't resist. "Dana has a girlfriend that wants to meet him," Andrew explained. "Well, alright, call me if you need a ride." I thought about Roberto after the two boys left. I was conflicted. It felt very good when he complimented me, and I hate to admit it, but it felt pretty damn good when he pulled me close to him. The erection in his pants though was surely an eye opener. I needed to think about this and take a shower. I let the warm water soak over me as the events of the afternoon still raced through my head. I thought of Roberto in those tight pants, without a shirt. He had a body most women go to shows to see. I thought about him holding me close and running his hands all over me. My God, I thought, he's just a boy. He's past the age of consent, I countered myself. Okay, now you're a lawyer. The thoughts of Roberto kept coming back. Finally, I relented to the fantasy. My hands moved up, then over my ample bosom. I fingered my areola and nipple until it became erect, then I stroked the nipple with my thumb. I unhooked the shower massager from its cradle, turned it on pulse, and ran it over my breasts. Closing my eyes, I imagined... Roberto ran his hands up my blouse, ripping buttons, and grabbing my tits through my bra. Then, his hands were up my skirt, pushing the material of my panties up inside of me as he stroked my clitoris. My panties were magically swept away as I undid his pants and grabbed hold of his large, young member. All of our clothes were gone as he pushed me down to my knees, onto the head of his throbbing cock. I took it greedily into my mouth; I looked up to see his tight abdomen and bulging chest. I grabbed his testicles and massaged them between my fingers. He forced his cock deep into my throat, and I sucked on it rhythmically. I wanted him to come in my mouth, right then and there, but he lifted me up off my knees, spun me around, and bent me over against the wall. I reached between my legs and guided his cock into the yearning warmth of my pussy. His cock was long and thick and didn't hurt a bit. In fact, it felt like a velvet rod that was pounding into me. His rhythmic thrust brushed against my clit with each stroke as I took all of him inside of me. I took a look back at him. He was so young and handsome. He smiled at me as his loins repeatedly banged into my ass. His shoulders, chest, cock all were one giant muscle entering me, over and over. "You like me fucking you?" Roberto said, with a little more bass in his voice than I remembered. "Yes," I answered sheepishly. "Say it," he demanded. "I like when you fuck me," I said louder. "You like my big cock inside of you, don't you?" Roberto insisted. "Yes, I like when you stick your big cock in me," I agreed. And then he stuck that big cock of his into me farther and faster than I could ever believe, and I started to come. The waves of orgasm rolled over me again and again until I was exhausted and done. I leaned against the shower wall, weak in the knees, panting. It was all I could do to slam the shower massager back in its holder. "Thank you, Roberto," I said to it. It now had a new name. The next Saturday, I had just gotten back from the gym. I was wearing a sports bra and tiny yoga shorts, and I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail. The gym was a woman's gym, so I wasn't afraid of being overexposed. Besides, I liked showing off my new body. Andrew was at practice and he wouldn't be home for hours. I decided not to change, but to start right away with the housework, and take a shower later. I put in a load of laundry, took the breakfast dishes out of the sink and placed them in the dishwasher, and was in the middle of vacuuming the family room when I heard something behind me. Andrew and Roberto. I was a little embarrassed by my attire, or lack thereof. "What are you doing home?" I may have been a bit short. "I'm home for lunch," Andrew snapped back. "You remember mom, it's a split session today. We have to be back in the gym by two." I looked at him confused. "What?" "I told you yesterday." He glanced over at the table, at a book. "Oh, shit! I forgot to give Dana back that book. I've got to run it over to her house. She's gonna kill me." He picked up the book, and headed for the door. "Mom," he said over his shoulder. "Can we have lunch when I come back?" "And mom?" He stopped halfway out. "Put some clothes on." He was gone. Roberto and I stood there, facing each other. He had on shorts and a compression shirt that left little of his physique to the imagination. Roberto smiled at me. It was contagious. I smiled back. I felt naked under his gaze. The yoga shorts cover so little that I had to buy thong panties to wear underneath them, and my breasts were just barely confined by the sports bra. "Don't change for my benefit," Roberto said mockingly. "You look sensational." "Can it, Roberto," I replied curtly. I put my head down and started to walk out of the room, but again he caught me by the hips and pulled me towards him. "What?" I meekly asked as our eyes locked and he kissed me right on the lips. I weakly pushed him away, and I finally was able to pull myself away from him. "Roberto, what about Andrew?" Like that was the only reason we shouldn't be kissing. "He'll be gone for a half hour. It'll take him fifteen minutes alone to run to her house. We've got time." He planted another one on my lips and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I turned away, but then he bent down and picked me up with his two forearms under my ass. I don't know why I did it, but it just felt natural for me to put my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. He drove his crotch into mine as he kissed my neck, my shoulder and, as he lifted me higher, my cleavage. "Roberto, we can't do this," I said. But I wouldn't tell him to stop. Before I could collect myself, he lowered me down on the couch, and laid on top of me. He started to drive his erection into me, and I ground my crotch up against the bulge in his pants. "Roberto!" I started to protest, but he was kissing me again. When he forced his tongue into my mouth again, I met it with my own. The kissing and the grinding had me in such another place that I welcomed his hands as they moved up my torso, pushing my bra up and over my breasts. I would have let him take off my panties right then, but I heard a car pull up in the driveway. Andrew! Dana must have driven him home. "Get off me Roberto. Andrew is home," I said. The boy was obviously in sex world and did not hear me. "Roberto, get off me!" I screamed, and he finally moved. I was upstairs in my bedroom in an instant. I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I went into the master bathroom, closed the door and sat on the bowl. What was I doing? What was I thinking? After I finally composed myself, I went downstairs. Andrew and Dana were talking in the living room. Roberto was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of ice tea. "I thought you were going to make us lunch," Andrew said as he walked into the kitchen, holding Dana's hand. "Hello, Mrs. Teller," Dana chimed in. "Yes," Roberto said mocking me. "I thought you were making us lunch." I sent him a clear stare; Go fuck yourself and die. "Your Aunt Susan called, and I got stuck on the phone with her," I lied. Andrew wasn't interested. He was already looking in the refrigerator, and taking out a plastic bag full of cold cuts. "Roberto, what do you want, ham or turkey?" Andrew asked. "I thought you had roast beef," Roberto snarled. The boy's banter continued, but my mind wandered elsewhere, as I drifted into the family room. I sat down on the very couch in which Roberto had me half naked. What was I thinking? I went over it in my head again. We could have been in the middle of fucking and not heard Andrew and Dana come through the door. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was I thinking? "Are you okay, Mrs. Teller?" I looked up; Dana. She was a sweet girl. I really liked her. "Yes, of course sweetie. Just thinking about work. It's been really busy lately." I smiled at her. "What's going on with you lately?" We talked for a while, and then Dana drove them back to school. I got a call later that afternoon. It was Roberto on his cell phone. "Are you okay?" "Yes, my self esteem is a little damaged, but basically, I'm okay." "I just hope that what happened hasn't scared you off." Scared off, I thought. This big dope is only worried about whether he is going to get in my pants or not. My shame became rage. "First off, Roberto," I yelled into the phone. "You are not to tell anyone about this ever. If you tell just one of your idiot friends, it will be all over this town in a day." "Okay," he replied sheepishly. "Secondly, this is never going to happen again. Never, you hear me? If Andrew and Dana had walked in on us, do you know the shit that would have happened? Do you know the embarrassment, the shame and the psychological trauma that we would have inflicted? My son would have never talked to me again." "Okay, okay!" He shouted back. "It's just that-" "It's just that, what?" "It's just that I've never met a woman like you. I've never wanted a woman as much as I want you." "Roberto..." My tone eased. "That's just a boyhood crush. Believe me; I had a crush on you." "It's not a boyhood crush. I'm a man, and I know what I want." His voice quivered. "Roberto, dear, it's over," I said with finality. "Okay," he said. I thought I could hear him crying before he hung up. I tried to call him back, but he wouldn't take my call. What have I done? I thought. "Where's Roberto?" I finally asked Andrew one morning, before school. "I don't know; he's in some kind of funk." My heart sank. "What kind of a funk?" "I don't know. I think it's a girl, but he won't say. I don't even know what girl. He really hasn't been seeing anyone." Oh God, I thought again. What have I done? That night, while driving home from work, I called him on his cell phone. "Roberto," I said as he answered the phone. "Yes." "It's me, Marie." Oh great, I thought. Not even Mrs. Teller, Marie. "I'm glad you took my call." "Yeah?" he said softly. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" My God, I thought. I really hurt him. My heart sank. "Roberto, I wasn't rejecting you. I really like you. God knows you had me really hot for you. I just can't risk this." "Yeah. Whatever. Listen, I have to hang up. I need to call my mom for a ride home from practice." "Roberto," I yelled. "Don't hang up. I'll pick you up." "Okay." He sounded surprised. "I can't pick you up at school. Walk toward town, and I'll pick you up on Broadway." "Okay." His only reply, then he hung up. I then made a quick call home, knowing that Andrew wasn't there yet. I got the answering machine, and left a message that I was held up at work, and he should make his own dinner from the leftovers in the refrigerator. While I was driving down Broadway, I spotted him about a block and a half away. Even from this distance, he was a striking figure. He was tall and thin, and he had ridiculously broad shoulders. I honked my horn, pulled over and he got in. Every time I saw him, it amazed me how good looking he had become. We are here to talk, I thought. Think clearly. We drove for a while, making small talk, but the subject had to be broached. We were coming up to the community park, and I thought that this was a good place to pull into and park. Beside, this time of year the park should be empty. I was relieved when I pulled into the parking lot and realized that I was right. Except for a few workers cars, parked by the administration building, there were no other cars in the park. I parked as far back in the park as I was able. "Roberto," I said as I put the car in park. "I am really attracted to you." Even though what I was saying was true, I was saying it more to comfort his ego. "You are a very good looking boy, with a great physique." "Yeah? Because I am really attracted to you too." "But we can't act on those attractions," I butted in. "Why not?" He slid next to me on the seat. Unfortunately for me, the car was a midsize, and had a bench seat. "This is not an appropriate relationship. The ages are wrong." "Fuck appropriate! I don't give a fuck about appropriate. All I know is that I want to be with you." Ah shit, he was saying all of the right things. No wonder he had all of the teenage girls wrapped around his finger. But I didn't think he was being manipulative. I thought it was coming straight from the heart; which made it even harder to resist. Impetuous He put his arm around my waist, pulled me close, and started to kiss me on the neck. "Roberto," my voice grew louder. "We're just here to talk." "I'm not here to talk. I've said all that I have to say." Ah, the dynamics of being a teenager. He started to kiss my ear. "Roberto," I insisted. "This is not going to happen!" "So tell me to stop," he dared me, and then he kissed me on the lips. I pushed him away. "Roberto!" I protested, but then he kissed me again. Now another unfortunate thing for me was that I had elected to wear this pretty new wrap dress to work that morning. It was conservative enough, but if you undid the wrap, I would be totally exposed. And now, Roberto was going for the bow on the side of my dress. A few seconds later, the bow was undone, the dress was unwrapped, and he was pulling down my bra cups to expose my breasts. "Roberto!" I protested again, but I never did tell him to stop. I tried to grab his hand, but he was too big and too strong. It was no use. I couldn't or wouldn't stop him. I felt a sense of déjà vu. I was in a car with a teenage boy, and I was trying to stop him from doing what we both wanted him to do in the first place. I was totally conflicted. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but he was so good looking and sexy, and it felt so good to kiss him as he felt up my tits. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. He nuzzled my breasts as he un-wrapped the rest of my dress. I was now naked to the world except for my string panties. I opened my eyes and looked out of the car, but there was no one in sight and no new cars in the parking lot. His hand slowly moved down my torso and headed right for my panties. Again, I tried to stop him, and again it was no use. He was so strong, and the fabric of my panties was so delicate, I thought he would rip them right off my body. Instead he slipped the material to one side and slid his finger right inside me. My mouth opened wide, I arched my back, and let out a low moan as he entered the lips of my labia. I must have been pretty wet, because he just slid his finger right into me as far as it would go and I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I ground my hips back and forth so that he was finger fucking me. It felt so good. He started to kiss me again, but this time I stuck my tongue in his mouth. Any semblance of self-control I had was gone. At the same time I shifted my attention to getting his cock out of his pants. With a little help from Roberto, I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, and then we had his pants down to his ankles. His hand returned to my pussy, but this time he concentrated on fingering my clit. I stroked his cock as he drew little circles around my love button with one hand. He stoked my nipple with the thumb of his other hand, and had his tongue down my throat as I sucked on it greedily. Roberto was quite good at foreplay for someone so young. His finger first drew little circles around my clit and then he changed to a more up and down movement. Each change of movement sent new shivers up my spine, and got me closer to Nirvana. I tried to keep up with stroking his cock, but I was too wrapped up with the way he was touching me. He switched back and forth, from circling my clit to rubbing it up and down, and then he stuck his finger deep inside me again. I rocked my hips back and forth again so that his finger was fucking me again. I guess he really liked that. "That's so hot. I guess you really want me inside of you." He started to slide me down in the seat so that he could fuck me, but I stopped him. "Roberto," I pleaded. "Me first. I want to come and I'm so close." "What do you want me to do?" "Just what you've been doing. You are really good at it." His hand moved down to my panties again, and I rocked my hips up to meet it. I wanted him to touch me again so bad, but he pulled his hand back as I arched my back to reach for it. "You want me to touch you, don't you?" he teased. "Roberto, please," I pleaded. Five minutes ago I was telling him to stop. Now I was telling him not to stop. How had I become such a slut in my old age? His hand moved down to my panties again and traced the line of my slit through the material until he touched my clit, and then he pulled away again. My pelvis strained to reach his finger, but it was gone. "Stop teasing me!" I begged. He moved his hand up my thigh, but then stopped. "Do you want it?" He tormented me. "Yes!" I begged again. "What do you want?" He asked as he moved his hand farther up my thigh until he was a breath away from touching my labia. "I want you to touch me." "Where do you want me to touch you?" "My vagina!" As soon as I said it, I knew it was wrong. He pulled his hand away. I was crushed. "Oh, where?" He sounded amused. "On the cunt," I corrected myself. "I want you to touch my clit. Finger fuck me! I want you to kiss me hard and finger my pussy. Is that what you want me to say?" He bent down and kissed me hard on the lips as he stuck his tongue deep inside my mouth. He then ran his hand up my thigh, pushed my panties aside and stuck his finger all the way up in me, hard. He pulled it back out again, and ran it along the slit of my pussy and then up to my clit. There he just flicked his finger up and down real fast until I came closer to orgasm. I was sucking on his tongue and driving my hips into his hand as hard as I could with each stroke of his finger. My breathing was hard and shallow through my nose "Oh Roberto, don't stop doing that, please! I'm coming!" It was all that I could say; he had stopped kissing me and started to suck on my nipple. His finger inside me, and the flicking of his tongue on my nipple was excruciating. Together, they sent me right over the edge. All of my actions; my heavy breathing, my hips driving forward and back, my moaning all built to a crescendo. At that point I would have let him do anything to me, and I would have done anything for him. I wanted him to fuck me right then. I wished that it wasn't his finger but his stiff cock inside me, but somehow I kept silent. Except, of course, my screams of pleasure. After witnessing my orgasm, I knew that he was all worked up and he probably wanted to fuck me, but I headed him off. I still had my hand on his cock, and I started to stroke him again. "Roberto," I said drawing his eyes up to mine, away from my exposed breasts and pussy, which were all poking out of my underwear. I looked at him with the biggest doe eyes I could muster, "What do you want me to do to you?" "Suck my cock." I got what I wanted. "Do you want me to? Because I want to," and I did want to. He had been really good to me. He was attentive as hell to my needs, and so muscular and good looking. I really did want to suck his cock; but first a little teasing was in order. I bent down to his waiting member. It was dark purple with blood and desire. I breathed on it first, and then, pursing my lips, I blew on it. He rocked his hips up trying to get his cock in my mouth, but I pulled away. You're not the only one who can tease you little shit, I thought. I bent down again towards his cock. But I only kissed the head. "You fuck," he cried out. "You're trying to get me back." "Why, Roberto? You don't like being teased?" I licked the tip of his cock. "Oh my God, Mrs. Teller, put your mouth on it," he pleaded. Instead I held the shaft of his dick, while I flicked my tongue on the hyper sensitive slit at the bottom of its head. The penis is so sensitive there, it's excruciating. "Ah...Ah..." was all he could say. Enough teasing. I should have kept going, but I really wanted to suck his cock. I started to stroke him again as I lowered my red lips onto his dick. I rhythmically plunged his engorged penis into my mouth, taking it in greedily. I couldn't get enough of this hot stud's manhood. The excitement built up in me and the adrenalin and lust let me suck and pump his cock for longer than I normally could. Robert grabbed the back of my head, and started to ram his cock deep into my mouth. I wanted him to. I wanted him to ram that cock of his right out the back of my neck. I'd never been aroused by giving head before, but I could feel my heart beat wildly, and my nipples got erect just thinking about him pumping into my face. He had just given me a great orgasm, but I was getting so turned on by sucking him, and how much he was enjoying it, that I reached into my panties and started to finger myself. That got me even more excited and I sucked his cock harder than before. He couldn't hold it any longer and I heard him cry. "Oh, Mrs. Teller, suck my cock! I want to come in your mouth." He was pulling my head down hard on his cock, but I wanted to come too. So I flicked my clit harder and faster in unison with his stroking. "Oh, suck my cock. I'm coming!" he said as the first ejaculation exploded into my mouth. He held my head still, and I kept sucking the head of his dick, as I surprisingly came again. It was only a small orgasm. Not like the gallons of semen Roberto was filling my mouth with. I kept swallowing and sucking and swallowing. But I couldn't hold it all and some still ran out of my mouth and down the shaft of his prick. His orgasm was over, but I was still on mine. I stopped sucking his dick but kept it in my mouth as I finished fingering myself. I wanted his penis still in me as I finished my orgasm. It also gave me a chance to swallow all of the come in my mouth. After I was done, I sat up and laid my head on his shoulder. He then did something surprising. He turned his head and kissed me on the lips. I wouldn't think a young boy would want his mouth anywhere near where he had just unloaded all of that semen. "You are so beautiful," he whispered as he looked at me with puppy dog eyes. Oh Christ, I thought, I'm in trouble. "Roberto, snap out of it." "What?" He looked at me puzzled. "Sweetie, this is not going to be any type of romance. I'm just being a slut for you, and you're just a stud for me." "I don't see it that way." "Honey, I don't know how it is that we sexually clicked. For some reason, I just can't say no to you. For you, it's probably that your hormones are in high gear, and a forty-year-old woman is some kid of a novelty for you. But you have to see this for what it is. Basically, just an animal attraction." He didn't say anything. He just sat there silent. It was starting to get dark and I could just barely see his face. "Roberto, I'm not even that pretty. When I was seventeen, you wouldn't even have given me the time of day." More silence. "Roberto, if you're going to get all goofy on me, then I can't let this continue. I don't know how, for the life of me, I should let it continue." "Okay," he replied, but I wasn't convinced. "Pull your pants up," I said as I started to straighten myself up. "I'll drive you home." On the way home he just sat there all moody. "Sweetie, in ten years you'll be getting married and thinking about having kids with some pretty little thing. And I will be joining AARP." I smiled at him. Oh come on Roberto, I thought, that was a joke. I let him out about a block from his house. "I can't let you out in front of your house. We can't let your parents see us together." "I know," he replied. He kissed me on the lips and got out. On the way home I couldn't help but think about what happened. I wanted the old Roberto back; the one that teased me, and flirted with me. I didn't mind being a slut for him. It was exciting! The rest of the week, Roberto came over with Andrew, but he wasn't the same. He was moody and I was crestfallen. What was going on? That's it, it's definitely over. "What's with Roberto?" I asked Andrew one day. I knew the answer. "Mom, I don't know. He's all dopey over some girl, but he won't say who. I don't get it." Fuck, I don't need this. Saturday morning, after I had made Andrew his breakfast and sent him off to practice, I was startled by a knock on the back door. It was Roberto. "Roberto," I said, surprised to see him. "What are you doing here? Andrew left already for practice." "I know," he replied. "I'm not going to practice. I told the coach that I had a doctor appointment." "Well, you can't come in," I said firmly. "Please, I just want to talk." "No!" I repeated, and shook my head. "Mrs. Teller, please don't make me force my way in." He grabbed the doorknob. "No, Roberto!" He pushed on the door with all of his strength and it was pretty easy for him to fling my whole hundred twenty five pounds across the room. He was inside, and I was in deep shit. I tried to run, but he caught me and put his arms around me. "Okay, Roberto, let's talk." I tried to diffuse the situation. "It's too late to talk," he replied. "I don't want to talk now." He tried to kiss me on the lips, but I turned my face. My arms were folded in front of me, and I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. All of the things that attracted me to him were now working against me. His arms moved from around my back to around my ass as he picked me up, and put me on the kitchen counter. I was still trying to push him away when he grabbed my wrists with his two hands and pinned my arms behind my back. "Roberto, no!" I yelled at him. "This is not going to happen!" "You've said that before," he reminded me. "This time I mean it, and I'm telling you to stop!" "I don't care." He had a look in his eye. I had been lazy about getting to the gym, so I was still dressed in my cotton nightshirt. I had no bra on underneath, and my string panties were now visible with the shirt bunched up underneath me. The nightshirt had five buttons that only buttoned two-thirds of the way down. The first two were undone already. Roberto, even with me fighting him, was strong enough to grip both of my wrists with just his left hand. His right hand was free. "No, Roberto, stop!" I was totally helpless. He then proceeded to unbutton, or rip off the three remaining buttons on my nightshirt. He then pulled down the material at the shoulders so that both sleeves were at mid arm. My breasts fell out and were totally framed by the shirt. With my hands pinned behind my back, it made my tits stick out. I'm sure that turned him on even more. His hand and mouth were all over them, and he wasn't kissing them he was biting them. "Roberto, please stop! Please! His hand now moved to my panties. He pushed the material to one side and stuck his finger deep inside of me. But making me feel good was not his intention. He was going to fuck me, and I knew he wasn't going to waste any time. With that, his attention changed to taking off my panties. "No, don't," I pleaded, but to no avail. He ripped my panties off: down my thighs, over my knees, and past my ankles. He was back between my thighs and was now pulling his own pants down. I saw his cock; dark and swollen with lust and anger. He then started to guide his cock inside of me. "Robert, no! Stop. Wait. If you do this, it will be rape! You can't do this to me." "I don't care. They can lock me up and throw away the key. I want you. I have to fuck you," he replied, and then he started to push his cock inside of me. It was then that I realized how turned on I was. I was telling him to stop, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to force me to have sex with him and I didn't care if he hurt me. He had a hand holding each wrist now and was pulling and pushing to get inside of me as far as he could. "Oh God, no Roberto, you're raping me! I whispered to him, and I'm sure that turned him on more. It had to; it was turning me on. He was now inside me all of the way, and then he started to pump me. I wrapped my legs around him and helped him fuck me. I had never had a rape fantasy before, but I was having one now. The idea of him holding me down and fucking me was driving me crazy. He fucked me. He fucked me hard. This was no soft tender lovemaking. We were both grunting with every stroke of his dick. "You like me fucking you hard," he said. He was starting to comprehend. "No, I don't," I whimpered, as I pulled him into me with my legs. "You like when I hold you down and stick my prick in you." "No, please stop," I pleaded, but I rocked my pelvis to meet him, every time he entered me. "I'm going to fuck you until you're sore," he said as I started to orgasm. I never thought something like this could be so erotic. "Roberto, please stop!" I cried, but if he had stopped, I would have knifed him in the heart. We were both grunting with the force of our coupling and we were both coming. I could feel his come surging inside of me. I rocked my hips to get every last stroke to brush against my clit. "Oh god, Mrs. Teller, I love fucking you!" he screamed as he finished his orgasm. He was done, but I kept rocking my pelvis to finish my orgasm. He let go of my hands and I put my arms around his chest, exhausted. We were both breathing heavy. His penis was still inside of me, because I still had my legs wrapped around him. "You really liked that?" he asked. Ashamed, I hid my head in his shoulder. I lied. "No." "What, are you kidding me? You were like a wildcat." "Stop, please. I don't want to talk about it." Great, I thought, not only am I a slut for this guy, but now I'm a slut with a fetish. The forty year old S&M slut. What are next? Whips and leather masks? "Let me get up." I let go of him and tried to pull my nightshirt back on. He backed up and started to pull up his pants. "I think you better go," I said sullenly, getting off the counter. "Are you okay?" He sounded concerned. "No. No, I'm not okay. First, I let you feel me up as my son is coming through the door. Next I give you a blowjob in my car, and now we're playing rape the housewife. To what level of debauchery are we going to sink to?" "Bestiality?" I laughed and my laughing made him laugh. It was just what we needed: a bit of comic relief. "Why, Roberto, I do believe that was a joke?" He just smiled. "Are you okay?" I sensed a change in mood. "Well, I just had my way with the most beautiful woman. Why wouldn't I be okay?" I smiled again. Now that's the old Roberto. "I just don't want you getting too attached to me." "I'm okay. I'll play it cool," he replied, but I wasn't convinced. I started pushing him towards the door. "We are both going to play it cool, because this is never going to happen again," I sounded like I was trying to convince myself. Roberto just smirked. "Yeah, right!" He was still laughing at me when I closed the door behind him. Oh great. I didn't see him the rest of that or the next day. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I missed him. You're worried about who getting too attached? Finally, by Sunday night I had to call him. I went into my room and pretended to watch TV. "Roberto?" I asked as I got him on his cell phone. "Mrs. Teller?" "Roberto, you can call me Marie, at least on the phone. We have been... intimate." "Oh, that Marie!" "Yes, that Marie. Wiseass." "I'm glad you called. How are you doing?" "Emotionally or physically?" "Both." "Well, true to your word, I am a little sore, but emotionally I'm fine." "Sorry about that." He sounded genuinely concerned. "No, you're not." "No, I'm not. I enjoyed it." "I enjoyed it too," I admitted. There was silence on the phone. "What's our next step?" He asked. "I...don't know." "Isn't Andrew going away with his Dad next weekend?" Impetuous "Yeah?" I said hesitantly. "Andrew's cousin is getting married upstate." "When's he leaving?" "Early Saturday morning." "Then we have the whole place to ourselves. I can be over as soon as I get out of practice," he said energetically. "I don't know, Roberto." "We won't have to worry about anyone bothering us." "Roberto, I don't think it's a good idea." "Marie, can I call you Marie? You need a little quality time with a man who's going to take care of your every need." "Where do you learn this shit?" I said laughing. "Soap operas." "You're an ass." "So we're on?" "I don't know. I'll think about it." I wanted to, but it seemed too dangerous. "Don't think about it too long. I might get another offer," he teased. "I'll think about it." "Marie?" "Yes, Roberto?" "Do you have any lingerie?" "What? Lingerie? No." "Did you get the latest Victoria Secret catalog?" "I think so." My interest was piqued. "It's somewhere around the house. Why?" "On page thirty two, there's a corset that would look really hot on you." ""Oh there is, is there?" I liked to wear lingerie, but I had thrown out all of the stuff I used to wear for my ex. "Yes, I'm looking at it right now, and thinking about you." His voice sounded all sexed up. "That's enough Roberto!" I wasn't getting drawn into any phone sex. "It's in stiletto red!" "I'm hanging up now." "And has a matching thong." "Goodbye Roberto," I said as I hung up. Yeah, right, lingerie. But then I found myself downstairs looking for the catalog. I found it in the bathroom. There, like he said, on page thirty-two was a red corset. Like I'm going to wear that, I thought. It was after midnight when I got off the phone with Victoria Secret; I even overnighted the package so that it would get here by the weekend. I didn't see Roberto all week. In fact, I didn't see much of my own son. They had a big test at the end of the week. So, with practice, and then studying at night, they were pretty much cloistered. All I got from him was a text. "See you on Saturday night," was all it read, and I didn't answer him back. On Wednesday, when I got home from work, the package was waiting for me. "A Victoria Secret package, mom?" Andrew questioned me when I picked it up from the kitchen counter. "They sell more than lingerie you know. Bras and panties. Do you want to look at them?" I held the bag up to him. "Ew. No!" After dinner, I couldn't wait to try them on. I ran upstairs while Andrew was doing his schoolwork and quickly locked the door behind me. I held up my purchases after getting them out of the packaging. I got undressed and put the panties on first. They were lacy and very pretty. Not much to them, but they were, after all, thongs. Next was the bustier. I had a little trouble figuring how to get it on, but then I had them both on and was standing in front of the mirror. Wow. Very sexy, but I guess that's the idea isn't it? I looked pretty good in it, too. I spun around on my toes admiring myself in the mirror. Something was missing, though; besides my modesty and better judgment. Shoes. High heels, to be exact. I looked through my closet and tried on every heel I had, but none were right. None were enough like stilettos. I sat on the bed; legs crossed in my little outfit, with a pump dangling from my right foot. Was I really going to order a pair of stilettos so that a teenage boy could rip them off in two seconds? Yes, I guess I was. Saturday morning, Andrew's dad was late as usual. I had all day, but I also had a lot to do. When he finally did show up, Andrew was dressed and ready, and I had my workout gear already on under my running suit. "You look great, dear!" I said to Andrew all dressed up in a new suit. Then I turned to his father. "And you better get going. It's a two hour ride." I rushed them out the door. The bimbo was in the front seat, but I pretended that I didn't notice her. I kissed Andrew goodbye. "Have fun dear, and call me when you get there. I'll see you tomorrow." I didn't even wait for them to pull away, before I got in my car. First, it was the gym, then to the nail salon, and finally to the hairdresser. I know was acting more like a girl going out on a dinner date rather than a slut getting ready for an evening of lust, but I wanted to look pretty for him. I wanted to feel pretty for myself. I finished my errands, tidied up the house and was in my little outfit by 4:45. By 5:00, I was standing in the kitchen trying to find the best spot and pose for him when he walked in the back door. The stiletto's heels were already killing my feet, but they were very pretty, with a thin leather strap that wrapped around my ankle and partly up my shin. They were kind of sexy in a vampish kind of way, and they made my ass look great. The corset kept falling down off of my boobs, and I was constantly pulling it up. I was nervous and a little apprehensive. Would he think I was pretty? Sexy? Five-thirty came and Roberto still hadn't shown up. Maybe he went home first to get something to eat. Six o'clock came and I was starting to feel a little silly sitting around dressed in this ridiculous outfit. I sent him a text, but I didn't get a response. Then I called him, but it went right to voice mail. By six-thirty, I was furious. Seven o'clock came and I didn't even bother to change. I put on my running suit over the corset and zippered it up. I looked pretty silly dressed in a running suit and wearing stilettos, but I was beside myself with anger. How dare he stand me up? I got into the car, and sped out of the driveway like a crazy woman. Fucking shoes. I could hardly drive with them on, but I didn't have time to take them off right now. I was headed straight for Roberto's house. I don't know what the fuck I was going to do once I got there. I turned the corner and caught a glimpse of him right away, but someone was there with him. It was a girl. That little fuck was with a girl. They were in front of his house, standing in the driveway when I passed by them. I glared at him as I passed, but he pretended not to see me. I drove down the block, pulled over at the corner, and got out my phone. "Don't pretend that u don't see me. I'm rite down the block," I texted him. A few seconds later; "I no wait." A minute later, the girl walked the other way and he came down the street to my car. I rolled down the window. "What the fuck are you doing?" I was crazed. "What?" was what I got by way of an answer. "Don't play games with me. I'm not some seventeen year old whore that you can fuck with." "Marie, you never got back to me about whether I was supposed to come over or not." "Don't Marie me. It's Mrs. Teller to you, and that didn't stop you last week from kicking in my door and raping me." Well, that's not really how it went. "Well excuse me, Mrs. Teller, but I think you liked it." "Don't ever say shit like that to me. Fuck you! Why don't you go back to that little tramp of yours?" I was livid. How dare he throw that in my face? I put the car in drive and started to speed off. "Marie, wait!" He cried out, but I kept going. I could feel the tears welling up in me, and I didn't want him to see me cry. On the way home I slowed down and started to think about it. He was right. I didn't tell him to come over. In fact, I kind of told him not to come. I breezed over his request for me to wear lingerie for him, and yet here I was still wearing it. And he really didn't rape me. I really did enjoy it. Was I playing games with him? I stopped crying. Well, this is really the end now. He's going to think that I'm some sort of lunatic. It's for the best. I started to cry again. I pulled in the driveway and walked in the house. I took off my jacket and was about to proceed upstairs when I heard the back door open. I walked into the kitchen to see Roberto. I must have forgotten to lock the door. "Marie, I'm sorry." "Roberto, I think you should go." "No, Marie." He had that look in his eye again, and it scared me. I started running up the stairs. The idea was to get to my room and lock the door behind me, but it's hard to run in stilettos and he caught me just as I reached the door. He tackled me and we both landed on the bed, but he was on top. The impact cause my breast to slightly pop out of my outfit. "Get off of me," I yelled as I struggled to free myself, but he was too strong. "You are going to lay there and listen to me." But I wouldn't and I started to hit him. I was still very mad at him. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them down above my head. I still struggled. He held both of my wrists with his left hand as he sat up on top of me, ripped his muscle shirt off with his right hand and proceeded to tie my wrists with the shirt. I didn't think that he could do it, but before long both of my hands are restrained together and he was tying them both to the headboard. "Wow!" he said, panting. "You are as strong as a tiger, and you bought the corset I liked." He said leering at me. My areolas were just peeking out above the corset. "Fuck you!" I screamed in restrained contempt. "We'll see. But first, let's see if you bought the matching thong. I screamed in frustration as he started to pull down my pants. "Oh, my God," he said in awe as he got my pants pulled down to my knees. "You are so beautiful, and those panties are so sexy." "Roberto, let me go!" "Let me see how your ass looks in the thong." He pulled my pants over the stilettos, and flipped me over on to my stomach. "Mrs. Teller, you really have a great ass. And by the way, nice shoes!" Even with all of the compliments, I was still furious with him. Especially since he had me tied up. He let go of my legs and I spun around onto my back and kicked at him, but he just blocked it with his hand. He grabbed both of my ankles again. "First of all, you told me not to come." He was now yelling at me. "You said, and I quote, 'Roberto I don't think it's a good idea.'" I was still miffed, but he was right. "Second, that little tramp is my sister's friend. She's thirteen." "She's thirteen?" I said embarrassed. I felt like such an ass playing the jealous older woman. "Yes, just turned," he said grinning. "Ok, I'm sorry." I apologized. "Can you untie me now?" "No way," he said with a glint in his eye. "You look sensational like this, and I'm not going to pass up this opportunity." "What are you going to do to me?" I asked with a little fear. He stood up, and took off his pants and shorts. I caught sight of his hard cock as he returned to the bed. "First, I'm going to give you a reward for wearing this beautiful lingerie for me. The shoes are a nice touch; I didn't even think about shoes," he said as he started taking my panties off. "How do you know that I'm wearing them for you?" I teased. "Don't be such a wise ass. You're already going to get punished for being such a naughty girl." "Punished? What do you mean punished?" He pulled my panties over my heels and then crawled between my legs, headfirst. He slipped his hands under my thighs and stuck his tongue into my pussy. I arched my back and drove my hips into his mouth. "I'm not enjoying this," I lied. He was even better at giving head than he was at manual stimulation. Being tied up made it feel even better. It was almost as good as last week when he was forcing me to have sex with him. In my fantasy, he was again. "I'm really not feeling anything!" I cried as he flicked my clit with his tongue. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back trying to get my clit closer to his tongue. He reached up with his hands, pulled my corset down under my breasts, and began to rub my nipples between his fingers. I arched my back again to his stimulating my tits. Roberto stopped flicking my clit and started to run circles around it instead. I started to loose consciousness of anything else in the world but his tongue and his fingers. In this dream world, the image of Roberto holding my wrists behind me, and fucking me so hard, came back to me again. That's what I want, I thought. This was nice, but I really want him to fuck me. "Roberto, I want you to fuck me," I cried. He hummed to the negative. "Roberto, please fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad." I begged. But he just kept on licking me. Not that I was complaining, but I wanted his cock in me when I came, and I was getting so very close. "Roberto, please! I want you to stick your cock in my pussy!" I remembered his love of dirty talk. He couldn't resist. He stopped licking me and crawled up my body and stuck his prick in me just as I was starting to come. "Oh, Roberto fuck me hard, real hard!" He was pounding into me and I wrapped my legs around his, while digging my heels into the back of his shins. I could feel each and every orgasm as they crested and I drove my hips into him for each one. I came and I came, but when I stopped so did Roberto. I know he didn't have an orgasm yet. "Aren't you going to finish?" I panted. "No, I have other plans." He got up and went into the bathroom. He left me still tied up, and struggling to catch my breath. A few minutes later, he was walking out with a plastic tube in his hand. It was a tube of lubricant. Why would he need a tube of lubricant? I'm so hot and wet for him... Then I realized. "Roberto, you can't fuck me in the ass," I said with horror. I had never let anyone do that, and I heard anal sex hurt like hell. "You've been such a naughty girl, and Mrs. Teller you have such a great ass how can I resist?" He lubed up his dick. "Roberto, it's going to hurt!" I pleaded, trying to untie my hands. "I'd never hurt you Marie, but I've never done it before and I really want to fuck you in the ass." He flipped me over on my stomach like a rag doll, and holding an ankle in each hand he climbed between my legs. I felt his prick between the cheeks of my ass and then I felt his head at my sphincter. "No, Roberto, please don't, it'll hurt." Despite my protests, he slipped his cock easily into my ass. I arched my back waiting for the pain. "Oh God," I grunted. But the pain didn't come. Maybe a bit, but I was doing all right with it. Roberto was up on his hands, watching every thrust of his cock as it entered my ass. "Are you okay?" he asked as he was fucking me. "Yes," I said, relieved. "Does it hurt?" "A little, but I'm okay," I said. I laid my head on the pillow. "You like it, don't you?" "Oh Marie, I fucking love it. Ever since I saw you bend over in those tight jeans, I've wanted to fuck you in the ass." Serves me right, I thought, I'm getting it right where I deserve it. "I like you fucking me in my tight ass," I moaned. "You do?" His eyes never left my butt. "I love that you like it so much. I want you to fuck me in the ass." I grunted with each thrust into me. This was a situation I never thought I'd be in. I'm tied to my bed, dressed in a corset and stilettos, and a teenage boy is fucking me in the ass. What's even crazier is that I'm enjoying it. Roberto's pace quickened and he started to breath heavy through his mouth. I started to moan to his rhythmic humping. It was hurting a little more, but I didn't want him to stop. I knew how much he was enjoying fucking me in the ass. "Oh God, I'm going to come in your ass Marie." He was pumping into me even harder. My whole body was swaying front and back to his massive thrusts. "Oh, God I love fucking you in the ass," Roberto screamed as he started to explode. God, I love it. After he was finished, he rolled off me and lay on his back. He scrambled up and kissed me on my lips. "Thank you," he said sleepily then rolled back again. "Don't fall asleep on me," I commanded. "Untie me first." He got to his knees, and, with a little trouble, untied me. He rolled onto his back again and fell asleep. "You know what I wish?" I said to him as I lightly kissed him on the lips. "What?" he said from his dreams. "That just once, we could do it normally." "Mmph," he said from his sleep. I went into the bathroom, took off the corset and stilettos and proceeded to wash off my makeup. I returned to the bed twenty minutes later with a washcloth soaked in warm soapy water. Roberto was asleep on the bed, but he had an erection. Do they walk around with an erection all of the time? I lay next to him on the bed and started to stroke his penis with the warm soapy washcloth. I wanted to screw again, but I had to wash his dick first, especially after where it had just been. "Mmmmmm," he said as he woke up. "That's nice." He rolled over on top of me, and started to kiss me. Not hard, hormone fueled kisses, but warm, tender, rolling kisses. The way that lovers kiss after they've made love. He was really a good kisser, and so good looking. Forty isn't too old, I thought. I could still have his babies. He grabbed my tits and broke the fantasy. Here come the hormones again, but this time it was my turn. I rolled him onto his back. It's easy when you still have a hold of someone's cock. I threw the washcloth on the floor and mounted on top of him. He was playing with my tits as I started rubbing the head of his dick on the lips of my labia. "That feels even nicer," he said as he fondled my nipples with his thumbs. I then guided his rock hard cock into my pussy. "That's the best." I sat back far on his cock and rocked back and forth so his cock was rubbing up and down on my clit. It probably wasn't the best motion for him, but I loved it. In fact, when I sat really far back on his member it hurt him a little, and he grimaced. "It's okay if the lovemaking hurts a little, right? As long as you're giving pleasure to your partner," I said as I sat even farther back on his cock. "Right," he was obviously in some pain as he arched his back. I let up on him a little even though it felt so good against my clit. I finished on top and then we rolled over and we humped with him on top. We then fell asleep... Rinse, lather, repeat...