9 comments/ 141755 views/ 15 favorites My Soccer Toy Boy By: mandywilluk2000 Was that the stairs creaking I wondered just as I was dozing off? Was it? No it couldn't be, I told myself, my desire to go to sleep outweighing my curiosity. I heard it again. It definitely was the stairs creaking. Open staircases are prone to making noises as they are used. In my very modern flat where the walnut wooden stairs start in the large lounge and rise up to the mezzanine floor the slightest sound seems magnified. But then if most of the space is taken up by the hard surfaces of the floor to ceiling glass doors, dark grey tiling floors and charcoal coloured steel arms and legs of the furniture, it's to be expected. I really should have listened more closely to the interior designer instead of wondering what she would look like naked. I heard it again and knew for certain that it was the stairs. There was one creak after another as obviously he made his way up the fourteen stairs. My bedroom was on the top floor. In fact that and a lovely secluded balcony that was accessed through the floor to ceiling windows on two sides of the room was the top floor. Well along with a big wet room with a deep kidney shaped sunken bath and two showers and a dressing room. The creaking stopped. That told me he had got to the mezzanine floor. I heard a door open and then close. There are three rooms on that floor. A small bedroom that I use as a gym, a tiny box room I use for storage and a reasonable sized bedroom. It was the door of that I had heard open and close. And that bedroom is where my daughter stays when she is home from university as she was now. And it was that bedroom that her boy-friend had just entered. The idea of my eighteen year old daughter being fucked just yards from where I lie naked in bed concerned me. But it also excited me. There were no more noises, but I lie awake for some time. Without realising it I had cupped one of my breasts. The nipple was fiercely hard, it was like an acorn. I squeezed it. Both of my nipples were aching and my D cup breasts felt so full and heavy. A heat travelling from the pit of my stomach was filling my body. My skin was tingling and I was wet. I couldn't believe what the thought of my daughter having sex was doing this to me. But then as I masturbated and made myself cum I rationalised that not having been with a man for six or seven months plays strange tricks on a forty five year old, divorced woman. * I knew that I had to have it out with her. Although we were very close and had become more so after the divorce three years aog, since when we have lived together in my London Docklands flat, I knew it would be difficult. It was. "Oh come on mum, get serious" was her reply when I said I heard Jack going to her room last night. "I am nearly nineteen and at uni." She was right. I had to let her grow up and having sex was part of that. After all I was at her age. We chatted about it for some time and I lost on every count. "Good night mum," Sara said around eleven that night. "We're going up we've got an early start tomorrow." She gave me a kiss as Jack said. "Goodnight Amanda" looking me in the eye and smiling, his thanks I assumed. I went up shortly after. I undressed slipped into a floor-length, pale pink, silk dressing gown and took the glass of wine I had brought with me out onto the big balcony. Although we were into mid-September it was quite pleasant. I love standing or sitting there seeing the Thames in one direction, the tall buildings of Canary wharf in another and the lights of London in the third. I sometimes read for a while as I sip a glass of wine. Tonight there was no way I could read, my mind was buzzing too much with the thought of my daughter and Jack in bed together. I was wondering if I had been wrong giving in so easily. Maybe I was making it too easy for her, but then I had no control over what she does at uni. I kept vacillating. Just because she can do as she wishes when she's away there was no reasons for her mother almost aiding and abetting her get laid, I was thinking. I was contradicting that almost immediately, however, by suggesting to myself that girls at nineteen nowadays are no longer girls, they are women. I would add to that by recalling that at the same age as Sara, I'd had sex with four different guys and had experienced my first taste of other women. As I finished my wine with these thoughts running through my mind so I found myself becoming aroused. My hand slipped inside my dressing gown and found my boob. I squeezed it as images of Sara with Jack came into my mind. This is fucking terrible I said to myself as my other hand slid between my legs. I 'saw' Sara kneeling on the floor, Jack sitting on the bed naked, my daughter holding his full erection, pulling it so it was nearly horizontal and then taking his nicely sized cock right into her mouth. I stopped myself and went inside to my bedroom. I dropped the robe on a chair and got into bed naked. I just couldn't get Sara and Jack out of my mind. I had to fight myself hard to stop getting up and going onto the landing and listening for any sounds of them having sex. I didn't though, but I couldn't resist masturbating and quickly I made myself cum just as I imagined my 'baby' groaning her ecstatic pleasure as Jack gave her an orgasm. * I had borrowed a friend's apartment in Juan les Pins in the South of France for a few days and was taking Sara and Jack there before she went back to uni. Jack was a professional footballer. Although he was a London boy he played for a team in Birmingham called Aston Villa, a premier league club. He obviously wasn't a first team player being only nineteen, but had been in the first team squad a few times until he got injured playing for one of the youth teams. He had a ligament problem and wouldn't be playing for a few months, hence his frequent visits to Sara and him coming away with us. Sara and I had been to the apartment several times before. It was quite luxurious and the complex had a nice pool. "Well I'm for a swim" Jack said sliding his shorts down and pulling his tee shirt off. He stood up. "You coming Sara?" "No I've just put my sun cream on." "Amanda?" "Not right now Jack" I replied looking up. I was sitting in a chair with Sara beside me lying face down on a sun bed. Jack was standing a few feet in front of me looking towards us. I was wearing a white bikini, which because I was in one of those times when I had put weight on, was slightly too small for me. I shouldn't really have been wearing it for my tits that bloat up to DD when I add weight were almost tumbling out of the cups. Through my fashionably large dark glasses I saw that Jack was staring, but I wasn't sure whether it was at his girl-friend's bum, at me or at them. What I did know, though, was that he had a fantastic body and that in his tiny Speedo shorts he looked to be hugely well-endowed. As I looked at him I felt a surge of arousal. "Ok, by myself then" he said turning, looking over his shoulder at me, winking and saying. "You sure I can't tempt you Amanda." "No" I retorted probably a little too sharply. "Ok" Jack smiled walking away from his beautifully pert bum seeming to sway and wiggle far more than usual. Was he putting that on for me I wondered as I watched him dive gracefully into the pool and swim powerfully to the far end. Trying to make it look as if I was reading my Kindle I watched through the dark glasses as he cut through the water doing a quick ten lengths or so. "He's a good swimmer Sara." "Yes mum, he's good at most things" she replied laughing, for some reason making me feel as if she meant sex included. Without thinking really I idly said as I watched him climb out of the pool and walk over to us. "Yes I imagine he would be." He picked up a towel and again standing facing me he dried his body. "That was great you two should really try it." "I will later, but I'm not a good swimmer like you" I told him unwisely adding. "I only do the breast stroke. Smiling and staring at me or my boobs he said. "Well I imagine you're good at that." "Not very." "Just going to the loo" Sara advised us getting up. "Is there a gym around Amanda that I can use?" Jack asked "Yes in that next apartment block, we get automatic membership." "I have to do some exercises so I'll pop up there later, can't let the body go because I'm injured." "No sign of that." "What?" "Your body going, you have a great physique." "Thanks Amanda" Jack replied lying on one side and looking at me. "And so do you Amanda, you have a lovely body er figure" he went on now quite obviously looking at my chest. "Thanks" I said pointedly staring at my Kindle. I had to avert my face from both Jack and Sara when she returned as I said thanks, for I was flushed or blushing. 'Is he flirting with me?' I asked myself. I ran over some of the exchanges we'd had and it seemed as though there was a saucy edge to some. 'Sure I can't tempt you.' The reference to him thinking I would be good at the breast stroke as he looked at my breasts and him telling me I had a lovely body. There had been other 'suspicious' remarks previously that hadn't hit home to me and of course there was now the more and more obvious glances and stares at my body, particularly my boobs. As I got ready for our dinner I ran it all through my mind again and put it down to me imagining things.' It's because you're so fucking frustrated' I told myself. "That really was a great dinner mum" Sara said as we climbed into the back of a cab outside the restaurant in the old town part of Cannes. Jack was in the middle. Our arms and shoulders, legs and knees were inevitably pressed together.' Was the pressure increasing on my outer thigh?' I asked myself as the driver sped too fast along the Corniche. "It's one of my favourite restaurants down here" I replied feeling Jack moving his arm against mine. Surely he was now pressing that harder I thought as Sara was saying something about her studies. I couldn't take in what she was saying and that wasn't just the excess of wine I had drunk as I had sat across the round table from Jack with Sara between us at dinner. I was wearing a white blouse with a black linen jacket and thin yellow, slightly flared skirt. As it was a fairly dressy restaurant I had my long, unruly, chestnut coloured hair half up with tresses falling down onto my shoulders. His eyes had seemed to be almost permanently on my chest. Twice he had smiled unnecessarily as I caught him staring or, was I imagining that. What I most certainly hadn't imagined was his foot pressing against mine a few times during dinner. They were just brief touches. Each time I felt the pressure I moved my foot, but soon it was back again. I was becoming convinced that he was pressing his leg more firmly against me. I couldn't really believe that he was coming on to his girl-friend's mum particularly with his girl-friend next to him. "Fantastic views" he said looking first at my chest then past me and out of the window turning his body a little as he did. His hand brushed against my knee. Was that on purpose? He looked right at me, smiled and I am sure pressed his hip harder against me. Jack leaned further forward and towards me and this time he rested his hand on my bare leg just above my knee. That made me jump, but not with surprise no it was the sudden surge of excitement that went through me. Sara and I had a fair amount to drink, Jake didn't touch alcohol, and I guess I was a little tipsy so I put my sudden arousal down to that. Deep down I knew that was wrong, but for my self-esteem I couldn't admit to anything else. "Oh sorry Amanda" Jack said moving his hand away and smiling. After we got back home there were several more covert actions over the next few weeks. Jack spent most of his time in Birmingham, but due to his injury he was able to come home most weekends when he was now a regular at my flat and in Sara's bed. I still had some guilt about them sleeping together, but on balance I gained more arousal than anything else. Each night I strained my ears for any sounds fearing with mounting excitement that I would hear my daughter moan with orgasmic fulfilment. During those three week-ends or so Jack: twice came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel coincidentally as I passed by; seemed to wear his shirt open most of the time flaunting his awesome physique brought about by the soccer training he'd undergone since he was ten or so; stood far closer to me and held my gaze longer than was necessary and appeared to find ways and mean of touching me with his hand, arm, leg or feet. He also made more come-on remarks such as I've always had a thing for older women and complimented me more often. It was all very flirty and provocative, but fortunately down without Sara's awareness, or so I hoped. With some men that sort of behaviour would have been sleezy and pervy. For some reason it wasn't with Jack, fuck it for it would have been easier for me to handle. Fortunately until the last weekend before Sara's return to university in early October, it was all covert. That Friday we all went to a dance at Sara's and my tennis club before which Jack had said "I'd love to see you in your tennis gear Missus W. You wear a skirt?" He pulled me onto the dance floor during a slow dance. It was quite dark and we were in a corner of the crowded clubhouse. I was in his arms. He had his arms round me and slowly his hands slid downwards until both of them were on my butt. It felt good and I probably left them there a tad too long before saying. "No Jack that might be ok with Sara, not with me though." Smiling he slid them up my back and rather provocatively put them right on my bra strap. "Thought you might like it." The next day Sara was in the bathroom I was in the kitchen. I knew Jack was around somewhere. I was reaching to the top shelf in a cabinet in the kitchen. "Here let me" Jack said. Still with my hand reaching onto the shelf I turned so I was side on to the cabinet and facing Jack. "No it's ok." "I insist" he went on moving closer. He was also side on to the cabinet and reached up to the top shelf. As he moved closer he easily reached the bowl I was looking for, but didn't bring it down and for a moment or two we stood there facing each other. He moved his chest forward a little until it pressed lightly against my boobs. "Want it?" He asked. "What?" I said genuinely shocked. He smiled. "The bowl Missus W, what else? A kiss perhaps?" He smiled brushing his lips across mine in a gesture that was far from innocent. I didn't react at first and for a moment or two I savoured the feel of his lips on mine. "Stop it" I said moving away. "Just joking Mands, you know me" he replied as we held each other's gazes. "You shouldn't do that you're my daughter's boy-friend." "Would it make a difference if I wasn't?" "Don't be silly" I replied thinking that what he was suggesting was far from silly. Wrong and unthinkable for sure, but certainly not silly. Sara and Jack were out somewhere and I was alone. I thought about the dance at the club and what had happened in the kitchen that afternoon and evening. Although obviously I couldn't be sure I was becoming pretty convinced that I wasn't mistaking his actions and words. 'He is trying to pull me' I said to myself as I poured a glass of wine. I couldn't believe that a guy well young enough to be my son could be trying it on with me, his girl-friend's mum. I thought it was a terrible cheek and awfully disloyal of him. I felt sorry for Sara and part of me wanted to tell her. She didn't need such behaviour from the shit that I was beginning to think he was. She needed to know for if he was having a go at me then probably he was doing it with other girls and maybe women as well. But I knew there was no way I could tell her. I felt that if I did she might think I had been leading him on. That thought shook me. Had I? After all I had sat beside the pool in Juan le Pins in a white bikini that was too small for me so that my tits were tumbling out. After all I hadn't stopped him when he pressed his chest against my boobs and he would know that I hadn't mentioned to Sara the other things he'd done and said. I acknowledged that he was a very good looking guy with an awesome body. He was a talented footballer earning very good money, he had a degree of fame and thus, to many women he would be a good catch. I suddenly found myself thinking 'would he be a good catch for me?' Almost as soon as I thought that I cast it from my mind. 'He's your daughter's boy-friend for fuck's sake' I told myself. All evening I tossed this around in my mind before going to bed around eleven. Even as I went upstairs I knew that I would masturbate, And I did, lying in the middle of my bed naked. And as I masturbated so, to my horror I was being fucked by Jack. * "Mum, Jack and I have split up" Sara said down the phone a few weeks later. "Oh dear, I'm sorry darling." "No it's fine mum." "How do you mean?" "I have met someone else." * Later that evening just after I returned from the gym, the intercom buzzed. "It's me Amanda." "Hello Jack." "I assume you've heard?" he asked as I saw him on the tiny screen. "Yes." "Can I come in?" For some reason I replied. "I'm not sure it's a good idea." "What do you mean?" "Er nothing." "Then can I come in I want to pick up my stuff." "Ok" I said pressing the button that unlocked the high wrought iron electric gates that guard the 'compound' as the residents call it. Feeling edgy and a little nervous I watched him on the screen as he walked across the cobbled courtyard and approached the front door of the apartment. As he got near I pressed the button to unlock the front door and went to it and pulled it open. "Hello Jack." "Hi Amanda." He looked terrible and I guessed that he had been crying. I felt sorry for him and did nothing to stop him putting his hand on my hip and pecking me on the cheek as had become our custom. As his face neared mine I could smell drink on him, something I had never done before; in fact I had never seen him touch a drop. After he kissed my cheek he didn't move away nor did he remove his hand from my hip. "You know she dumped me" he murmured as I involuntarily put my hand on his shoulder. "Yes Jack, Sara phoned." "It was right out of the blue, I had no idea." "It happens." "Not to me it doesn't. Well hasn't before." "There's a first time for everything" I said as I felt his arm slip from my hip and go round my waist a little way. It was an awkward situation. I felt very sorry for him for over the year or so he and Sara had been seeing each other I had got to like him as a person. And recently, of course, I had in unguarded moments had lurid thoughts about him. My feelings towards him were confused and garbled. He was, well had been until a couple of hours ago, my daughter's boy-friend. Even had I have been attracted to him I could never have let anything happen and I quite resented him for the overt advances I felt he'd been making towards me; he should have shown more respect to Sara. On the other hand I wasn't totally sure that they were real advances. He was a bit of a joker, he had a quick wit and a good way with words and he was always sending me up in an affectionate sort of way. But this was more overt than anything else he had done, but there still was a get out of gaol element for him and a doubt for me. He was upset and maybe slightly drunk. Did he really mean anything by holding me like that and leaving his face resting against mine? And then I got my answers. He moved his face away and looked right into my eyes from very close up. He smiled and said quietly. "Yes Amanda even a first time for this." My Soccer Toy Boy He pulled me to him. "Jack stop" I said sharply as his chest squashed against my breasts and his stomach pressed against mine. "What would the lovely Missus Williams say if I kissed her?" I didn't say anything, but I turned my face away as his came towards me so he missed my lips. "I think we should stop right now" I said as my mind and body fought the conflict. Every cell in my brain said I should stop him, but to my increasing horror every sinew in my entire body was saying quite the opposite. Both parts of my being recalled the brief kiss we'd had in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago, the touches on my feet under the table and on my knee in the car. All the lingering stares, especially round the pool in the South of France when my tits were hanging out of the too small bikini, the double entendres and, of course, the vision of his toned body wrapped in a towel or wearing a shirt open down the front flashed through my mind. "Something tells me" he went on. "That you don't completely mean that." "I do Jack please stop" I told him as calmly as I could muster although I was on fire inside. "She's not my girl-friend any more" he said quietly applying more pressure with his hand in the small of my back pulling me more tightly against him. My boobs in the ugly, but necessary when you have big tits, black sports bra felt as if they were being flattened. His body was so firm and muscular. He pushed himself forward and pressed the lower half against me. 'Oh shit' I groaned to myself when I felt the length of his erection pressing into my lycra covered stomach in the tight, cropped just beneath the knee gym pants. "That was your problem last time wasn't it?" He asked referring to the incident in the kitchen when he had tried to kiss me. "Yes." "Well" he went on writhing his torso against. "That problem has gone away." He went to kiss me, but again I turned my face away. "Jack please this is ridiculous" I groaned not meaning one word of it. "It's not ridiculous Mandy. It's what we both want." "No." "Yes it is." "It isn't" I croaked trying to wriggle away from him, but doing so in a half-hearted way. "You know it is. I want it, you know that, you've known it for ages, haven't you?" "No." "Yes you have Mandy, be honest." "I may have thought you did at times." "Well I have ever since the first time I saw you, I adore older women and especially this older one" he went on pulling me tighter to him, burying his head in my long hair and kissing my neck above the collar of the open tracky top and white singlet. "I did guess" I murmured rather pointlessly. "Now let me go Jack and let's have a cup of tea or something." "No I want to kiss you." "No you mustn't." "I must it's what we both want. You know I do. You know I want to make love to you." "Jack no, don't even say it" I groaned my heart pounding and pulses racing at the thought. "And Mandy you want it as well don't you?" He said sliding his hand between us and onto my boob. 'Oh God' I moaned to myself as the lovely feelings went through my body reducing my will to resist him. I should have replied, but I didn't. I stayed silent and he took that to mean exactly what it did mean, that my resistance was fading, but I didn't mean to show him that. He squeezed my breast surprisingly lightly, just perfectly in fact. 'He knows what he's doing' I thought as reluctantly I turned my face towards his. I felt terrible. The guilt poured over me. I was so disappointed in myself. Surely by the age of forty five I should be able to fight off such feelings, resist such advances, stop myself from giving in, particularly to a guy of nineteen who was young enough to be my son? But I clearly wasn't for I was looking into his eyes, I wasn't wiggling my breasts away from his hand, I wasn't squirming my stomach away from the erection that was pressing so deliciously into the softness of my tummy and I was no longer turning my face from his. No I was looking at him, I was holding his gaze and as his mouth closed the gap between us I parted my lips. Then we were kissing. Then our lips were squirming together and his tongue was probing deep into my mouth and then my daughter's nineteen year old ex- boy friend and I were starting to make love. His hand almost immediately went inside my singlet and right onto my breast in the sports bra. I was losing it, I knew that, but could nothing about it. I kissed him back very strongly. I writhed against him and I started giving in to the wondrous feelings surging through me. He thrust his hardness against me the base of his cock pressing right against my clit. I really was losing to him. My resistance had pretty much gone. No longer was he in the no go area of being my daughter's boy-friend. No, from that aspect he was fair game. But he was twenty six years my junior. Did it matter? After all he's a man and I'm a woman, isn't that all there is in such situations? Is there anything else than ying and yang, on and off, black and white and yes and no? I almost smiled despite his mouth covering mine when I thought that for so long I'd been saying no with both my mind and body yet now I was saying a clear yes with my body and a possible yes with my mind as well and that was a disastrous combination. It all seemed so simple. Just give in and let him fuck me. I wanted it, he did and who would know? Straightforward and natural. Boy wants girl, girl realises she wants boy so they have each other. But the age difference was bugging me. He pushed my open track top off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. 'Fuck he's undressing me' I thought. But then I realised I wanted that. I wanted him to take my clothes off, to gradually expose my body so that I could flaunt all my womanly places to him. Yet at the same times I was nervous about that. How would he react to my full, slightly, saggy tits, the 'motherly' swell of my tummy and the excess flesh on my hips and butt? A good looker like him would probably have had a string of young, slim, model-like girls, with 'stick-insect- type bodies. His cock felt so good and big pressed into me and I wanted that. God how I did! I wanted to feel it, hold it, stroke it and kiss it. I was becoming obsessed by his cock. I had to feel it and I had to see it. I reached down and found it through his jeans just as he pulled my singlet up above my breasts. He fumbled his hand into my bra as I slid his zip down. He scooped one of my tits from my bra as I slipped my hand inside his jeans that were now open and around his hips. He sucked my nipple into his mouth at exactly the same moment as my hand found his cock. This was becoming very heady stuff indeed. But then my mobile rang. "Leave it." "No I can't, it might be Sara." "Fuck it, you can't stop now." But I could and I did. It wasn't Sara, but a business call. As I chatted he tried to kiss and touch me, but I moved away and stopped him. It seemed rather surreal standing talking business on the phone with my bare breasts hanging out of my bra and a nineteen year old boy with his arm around and his jeans round his knees. Rather ridiculously I suppose, I pulled my singlet down modestly covering my boobs. Jack moved away a little and stood right in front of me. He smiled and took his tee shirt off. His wonderful physique made me shudder as I imagined my breasts being squashed against his firm, muscular chest. He raised his eyebrows and mouthed 'Ok?' I nodded. I felt the heat building in me and my heart pounding as casually almost he slid his jeans and underpants off and stood before me rampantly naked. I turned away as it was impossible for me to concentrate on the call with a naked and erect young man in front of me. It was not just that it was Jack who I now recognised I had subconsciously been lusting after for some time, but also that I was as good as fully dressed with a naked man who would soon be my lover. I have always found that and vice versa being naked when he is fully dressed massive turn ons. It got worse. I felt him behind me, his arms came round me and his hands cupped my breasts outside the singlet. I felt his erection hard and hot through the thin, tight, black lycra that was moulded to my bum like a second skin. "Hurry Amanda I can't wait" he whispered into my ear. I didn't like to tell him that I couldn't either. At last the call ended and I clicked off. I turned and faced him. "You bastard" I grinned. "You liked it though, didn't you?" There was no need for a reply for I was immediately in his arms and we were kissing again. This time with the reservations and the 'will she won't she' questions gone from the agenda things were a lot easier. I had I realised now capitulated completely and was primed and ready to have sex with him. My long, self-inflicted celibacy was about to end. The kiss went on for ages as we writhed our bodies together and our hands visited places on the other's bodies where they hadn't been before; the soccer training does wonders for a man's glutes I found out thinking 'what does he think of my glutes?' Still standing in the lounge his hands confidently went for my breasts firstly outside the singlet and bra, then up the singlet and sliding into the cups of my sports bra. He pulled them out just and pinched my achingly hard nipples. I was now totally committed to having sex with him. He was no longer my daughter's boy-friend, no longer a kid and wonderfully no longer off limits. He was a man who wanted me and I wanted him. I yanked the singlet up and over my head. As he squeezed and rubbed my tits I reached behind me and unclipped the bra. It joined the singlet on the floor. "Oh my God Missus W" they are fantastic he groaned seeing my bare breasts for the first time. "I have got to have you Mandy." "Yes, come on." Taking him by the hand I led him upstairs. My tits jiggling and wobbling and my arse in the tight lycra swaying and bobbing just in front of his eyes we made it to my bedroom. "Get on the bed" I ordered pulling the cover off. He looked fabulous and so sexy lying in the middle of my bed with his cock rearing sensationally right up his flat stomach. Without taking my eyes off him for one moment I slid the gym pants and my thong off in one go and walked slowly over to the bed. I climbed on lay beside him and welcomed his arms round me. He pulled me to him and I had the fabulous experience of feeling his beautifully thick, but not overly long cock pressing into the soft, slight swell of my stomach. I reached down and stroked it. "Mmmm" he groaned gently biting my nipple. We kissed and stroked each other as we slowly increased the tempo and intensity of our foreplay. I thought he was ever so good for his age and it wasn't long before he was giving me my first orgasm with his fingers on my clit and up my pussy. He held me as I shuddered my way through that climax but then croaked. "I have to fuck you now Mandy." Probably sounding far cooler and relaxed that I was I smiled and rolled from my side onto my back. "Be my guest." "Do I need a condom." "No that's fine" I replied, pleased that he'd asked but sure that all was ok for he'd been with having sex with Sara for months. He rolled on top of me put his arms round me and nestled his cock against my landing strip of pubic hair and my stomach. I held him and we kissed. He slid down a little and I parted my legs slightly. We were still kissing passionately and roaming our hands all over the other's body. He felt so good. His body was toned and firm, unlike any I had held for many, many years. I began to understand women of my age, me now included, having a fascination for young men. He slid forward and the bulbous end of his cock pressed right against my lips. "Yes Jack" I groaned as with shrug of his slim hips he surged forward and his cock roared inside me. God did it feel good! It had been so long I had almost forgotten the sensation of a cock going up my cunt. He started to fuck me immediately with long, rhythmic surges deep inside me then almost all the way out. It didn't take long for either of us. Soon he was grunting that he was near and I was telling him to cum for me. Then we exploded and in a series of groans and grunts shudders and convulsions we had a wonderful mutual orgasm. "Oh Mandy that was so good" he started. "Shush" I told him turning onto my side facing away from him. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to discuss anything with him. I felt guilty and a little ashamed. We lay there for a while until amazingly no more than twenty minutes or so later he was pressing a full erection against my bum and his hands were cupping and squeezing my tits. He wanted me again. "Yes" I grunted as I felt his cock exploring between my legs from behind. He fucked me like that, quick and urgently. It was longer before the third time when at his request I knelt on all fours and he had me doggy style. We fucked once more that evening before at my insistence he went home. He wanted to stay and as much as I would have liked going for a record number of fucks in an evening I needed to be alone to think. After all he had fucked me four times in an evening and it was probably over twenty years since that had happened. I was full of remorse that night and over the next day or so. Jack had to go to Birmingham to his football club so we couldn't see each other, which really was the best thing. I didn't want to see him and talk to him. True I wanted to be fucked by him, but that was it. Sex and chatting are not natural bedfellows I began to see. We got together a few days later. Before then I must have had getting on for fifty texts and emails from him. I found that hard to cope with, but then I am not part of the digital generation. He came to the flat again. We had an early dinner and he stayed overnight. I have no idea how many times he made me cum or how many times he fucked me. It didn't matter; the number of times was irrelevant really. The point was that we were able to have sex for hours on end and that he was able to keep me near to the orgasm boiling point for most of that time. This went on for a couple of weeks. We extended our sexual practice to include lengthy and intensive foreplay based largely on oral sex.. I let him cum in my mouth and I let him watch me as I swallowed his cum. I masturbated for him with him watching and holding me. I masturbated him and wallowed in him shooting his youthful masses of sperm all over my face and tits. I thrived on the quantity of sex with him, but could not discount the fact that there was a fair degree of quality as well. I felt pleased for Sara that her initiation into grown up sex was with an adept guy like Jack. I was living my life round Jack. I was arranging my affairs so that I could have him to the flat and spend hours having sex with him. I now fully endorsed the older woman's concept of sex with a younger man. It was wonderful. The fact that when I was with him I had sex on tap was so new, but so fantastic. After three weeks of being regularly 'serviced' by my young buck I was beginning to think I may have fallen for him. Yes, when I was alone and missing him I started to mistake sexual need for affection and maybe even love. Deep down I think I knew it was ridiculous, but when I was naked, in his arms with my full breasts squashed against his muscular chest and his thick, stubby cock deep inside me, it was easy to misplace love with lust. * My mobile rang. I saw that it was Sara. "Hello darling." "Mum how could you?" "What?" "Jack and I back together, he's told me everything.