To relieve my guilt and cover my tracks, I told my family I was going to visit a friend at her cabin. It was silly that I had to do this. My daughters were in their twenties and still living at home. They had many sexual conquests of their own, but I still blushed at the thought of them knowing what naughty things I had done over the years.

I packed light with the things I knew would entice a hungry wolf! My big, bad wolf had booked a cottage for our fantasy getaway. I was sure my mother wouldn't approve of the naughty thoughts I had, but "you only live once" had become my mantra after the untimely passing of my life partner a few years ago.

After driving for an hour I stopped for gas and to slip into my Little Red Riding Hood costume in the restroom. I wanted to be ready for action as soon as I reached my destination. I received a few interesting stares as I proudly pranced back to my car with my old clothes bundled into my little basket. The attention I received sent goosebumps up my spine. I still wasn't used to the sexual attraction men felt for my mature, slender body. My breasts were larger now than at anytime since I breast fed my daughters. The costume I wore accentuated them. It cut low and revealed the valley that my hungry wolf loved so much. I had red fishnet stockings running up my tanned legs that continued under my skirt and blouse with the appropriate access holes! My skirt was short and barely hid my red thong underwear I wore over top of my stockings. My pussy was smooth as silk after the Brazilian waxing I had in preparation for this lust away! I knew my hungry wolf would love the site of my see through panties that did little to hide my tender lips. I have to admit that the thought of my wolf admiring my pussy made me damp with desire.

My excitement grew as I made my way along the country road. It would not be long now before my horny desires were fulfilled. With one hand on the steering wheel, my other hand wandered along my thigh. The feel of my fishnet stockings tingled my anxious palms. I had the air conditioning on full blast to keep my body from overheating, but it did little to cool the heat of passionate sex that filled my mind. My thumb reached the apex of my lustful thoughts and gently massaged my labia. I pushed a little harder and my tender lips parted. I could feel my swollen clit aroused by my thoughts and now by my hand. I had never been comfortable touching myself in the past, but that was the old me. I was a free woman, unshackled from old inhibitions and unashamed of my need for physical pleasure.

While I preferred the touch of another, I was more than content and capable of stoking the flames of wanton lust that this next chapter in my life held for me. I didn’t want to get my panties too wet, so I reluctantly pulled my hand back. The thought of pulling my red panties off and sliding a finger inside my wet love tunnel crossed my mind. A quick look at MapQuest showed I had 20 more minutes to reach my destination. Twenty long minutes! Enough time for me to cum on my own, but I wanted to save my lustful body for my hungry wolf.

I wondered what little surprises he had in store for me. He always had some creative ideas to stimulate my imagination and desire. He was so special that way. My daughters had told me there were young men, their friends, who desired me. I was the fun parent. My sleek form stoked their desire despite my mature age. I “supervised” my children’s parties, but more often than not joined in the fun of drinking, dancing and partying with my daughters and their friends. These young studs had the bodies, but not the brains to win my affection. While I’m sure their young, hard cocks could pound my pussy into a state of bliss multiple times in an evening, I still desired my horny, hot wolf and his naughty, creative mind. He could afford to fulfill any of his dreams with me. Something these younger studs couldn’t. Not that material things were necessary for me, but they did create an ambiance that made our time together even better.

Imagine my embarrassment if one of their friends was seen sneaking out of my bedroom in the early morning. My mother would be appalled and she would give me a stern lecture on her overly conservative, Catholic moral values. To be truthful, I’m not sure how my daughters would react. A high five and a way to go Mom, you rock! Well maybe for a brief moment. Kids don’t really want their parents outdoing them when it comes to sex. Of course they knew we did it, but the thought disturbed them. Sometimes they over share their experiences, but rarely do they surpass mine.

I slowly made my way down a quiet country road as I approached the co-ordinates. There it was. As I turned into the driveway, I took a deep sigh of relief knowing that my pussy would soon be satiated. Trees surrounded the driveway and sides of the property. Awesome, privacy for outdoor fun!

I slid out of my seat and adjusted my skirt. I pulled out my overnight bag and sprayed my favourite perfume (Forbidden Desire) on my neck and thighs just to make sure my Wolf caught my scent.

I got the feeling of being watched as I slowly strutted my way to the front door. There was a dim glow from the interior. In the distance, a wolf howl could be heard. So appropriate! Taking a deep breath, I opened the front door.

To be continued…