[Fm] I was celibate for a long time. And then I seduced a high school boy.

I was a typical wild child as a teenager. It was the early 80s. I partied. I drank. I used drugs. I slept around.

I REALLY slept around. And I got knocked up.

Being a teen mom slowed things down. I spent 18 years being a good girl. And my son grew up with such a soft spot

for young single moms that he decided to marry one. I thought I’d be done with child care and ready to focus more on

myself, but instead I was a grandmother in my mid-30s and having to lend a helping hand.

That’s not a complaint. Just a fact. I loved it! But it didn’t leave much time for dating. I had relationships.

Some of them were very nice. But nothing got too serious. And it definitely never got too wild.

I spent a lot of time doing yoga. I also did some cardio, but avoided running since it is uncomfortable when you’re

as busty as I am. I got really into the internet. And porn. And sex toys. And masturbation. In my 40s I felt like

I was dying inside. Obsessed with sex and not getting any, despite the fact that I was fitter and hotter than most

women in their early 30s.

And I was always around young men. Young men who were looking. Luke, my (step) grandson was always at my pool. And

he’d grown into a fit, intelligent young man. A little nerdy. But also athletic. And his friends were all cut from

the same cloth.

I don’t remember exactly when I started looking. And I don’t remember when I noticed them looking at me. I’ve never

been shy about doing yoga in the house. Walking around in tights and a sports bra. And I didn’t have a pool put in to

lie around in a one piece. It’s always modest bikinis for me. But when I noticed the boys looking I started to get a

little less modest. Show more cleavage. More ass. Bend over more.

Jose was the alpha of the group. Tall and lean and very fit. The son of Brazilian immigrants with tan skin and dark

hair. By the time he was 18 I’d overheard him brag several times about getting laid while the other boys listened

with their jaws on the floor. When Luke wasn’t around, he’d also talk about wanting me. He thought he was being

quiet. But I heard him more than once.

After that he’d often swagger up to me and wink at his pals and flirt. It was silly and awkward. Without his friends

watching, I knew he’d wilt. But I encouraged him. He often asked about yoga and swimming and always talked about

wanting to work on different muscles. I kept telling him it was a good work out. And then, suddenly, one day I

decided to give him lessons. I’d been a certified instructor for years.

He got awkward and asked if he should just come over with Luke. I told him that Luke wouldn’t be interested. I could

give him one-on-one instruction. And I wouldn’t even charge since he was Luke’s friend. I let him know that it as

normally quite expensive for that level of dedicated training.

we started 3 times a week. Honestly, I thought it would just be fun to tease the boy. At 18, he had to be all

hormones all the time. He’d come in with a lot of swagger, then I’d make a few comments that could easily be

construed as flirty, and then he’d get quiet and awkward. We’d spend 90 minutes going through the poses. And he was

very good. Athletic. Balanced. And I quickly realized I was teasing myself as much as him.

The first few times he wore an athletic shirt and shorts. I’d wear a sports bra and yoga pants. He’d mostly focus on

the poses. And sometimes on my ass. Or my tits. Or my auburn hair. But mostly he was really trying and working up

a sweat. I found myself thinking about his long, lean body after he left. How strong he looked. How easily he moved.

We’d probably been working out together for two weeks the first time I got myself off in the shower after. Of course

I was thinking of him. I hadn’t had regular sex since my last relationship ended over two years ago.

I stood in the shower with the hot water dripping off my body and rubbed my pussy frantically thinking about young

Jose bending me over and having his way with me.

It was my turn to be shy the next time he came over. I felt awkward. But I kept looking at that hot body. Thinking

about the way I had touched myself. Feeling guilty. And still getting wet. And ten minutes after he left I as in

the shower and plowing myself with a dildo.

Eventually I got over feeling guilty and happily fantasized about him and the way he’d sneak peaks at me. It was

ridiculous how I wet I would get working out next to a kid who could be my grandson. And then I’d rush him out the

door after the session so I could hit the shower and masturbate. And after that got old I started encouraging him to

take off his shirt. I’d leave the house hotter. I’d tell him to go ahead and take it off if it was more comfortable.

The day he finally listened I ended up cumming three times after in the shower. I’d see the boy shirtless a hundred

times in my swimming pool, but it was different when it was just the two of us and his muscular torso as covered in

sweat.

I knew I was going to act on my desire well before I did it. Things like that don’t just happen on impulse. I tried

to convince myself not to do it. I tried to believe I’d regret it or feel guilty after. But I knew that wasn’t the

case. I’d never felt guilty about sex in my life. Not even when I was a pregnant teen.

I played out little scenarios in my head. Should I maybe fake an injury? Ask him to give me a massage? Hit him over

and over with innuendo until he made a move?

But in the end it was more straight-forward then all that. I woke up one morning, decided my celibate streak was

over, and knew there was no good reason that Jose shouldn’t be the one to end it. He was a grown man. Even if he was

very young. He talked a big game to his friends. The fact that I had known him since he was in junior high shouldn’t

matter.

The only question was how long I should wait. After the work out? Before? In the middle?

Turns out there was no waiting. When he came in and peeled off his short I walked over and put a hand on his toned

chest.

“I love it when you do that.”

Of course he got awkward.

“Don’t be shy,” I told him. “I see you looking at me. Do you like what you see?”

He nodded.

“Not too old for you to look?”

He shook his head.

“Am I too old for you to touch?”

He hesitated.

I traced my hands down his firm abs to his shorts. Found his cock. It was already growing. And it felt impressive.

“What are you doing?” he stammered.

I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and started tugging them down.

“Tell me to stop,” I said.

He didn’t say a word.

His shorts slid down to the floor. His cock sprung free. It was long and lean like him. Not too thick. But still

beautiful.

I could see the desire in his eyes. His dick was pointing straight up like only a young man’s can. He awkardly

leaned in for a kiss.

“It’s ok,” I told him. “I want you to.”

He slid his tongue into my mouth. It was clumsy. But still nice. I grabbed my sports bra and pulled it off. Jose

stared at my tits. Then he roughly fondled them.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“How many girls have there been?”

“A few,” he said.

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

I quickly shed my tight yoga pants. I guided his hand to my shaved, wet pussy. He started poking and prodding.

There was something sexy about how clueless it was.

I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. I took the head in my mouth. He quivered and groaned. I licked

the shaft. Then I started jacking him off. I tongued the head of his cock. He was trembling. It didn’t last very

long at all. He came a massive teenager load in my mouth. And I swallowed every drop.

I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to recover. I guided him down the hall to the bedroom. The sheets were already turned down. A box of condoms I’d bought that morning sat on the bedside table. I fanned my long auburn hair out on the white pillow. I spread my legs.

“Do you know how to eat pussy?”

He nodded and went to work. He’d obviously had some practice. He wasn’t gentle and didn’t focus on the clit like I would have liked. But he was enthsiastic. He slipped two fingers in my pussy and started fucking me. Just the excitement of being touched was enough for me.

“Can you fuck me now?”

He nodded. I tossed him the condoms and he put one on. Seconds later he was in me. He felt BIG. His strong body excited me. And I’d been fantasizing so long. I came almost immediately. He fucked HARD and quick. I dug my nails into his flesh and told him to keep going. He didn’t last very long at all, but I didn’t care. He cried out when he came. And when he rolled off I took out a vibrator and got myself off again.

The afterglow was awkward. Lying there with a boy is far different than a man. But I tried to keep things light. I purred and flirted and touched his chest. Told him how good he was. And then I let him fuck me again. He lasted longer, but it wasn’t nearly as intense as the first time and I didn’t come close to an orgasm. But I was ok with that. I’d take care of myself again later.

And I knew he’d get better. He’d already proven himself a fast learner at yoga.

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