I get home after a long day at work. The end of semester student presentations had dragged on and on and all I want to do now is relax on the sofa with my girlfriend and drink wine. There is something so indecently erotic about being over twice as old as Lily. She's only nineteen and a second year English literature student at the same university where I lecture in art and design.

As I kick off my heels, I hear her banging about in the kitchen. I still haven’t gotten used to having someone living with me since my divorce from my philandering husband. We’d split four years ago and since then, I’d been free to pursue my reawakened love of women. Much younger women, to be precise, and being a middle-aged woman in a university full of teenagers and women in their early twenties, it was like being in a sweet shop.

I walk into the kitchen and watch her as she chops peppers to add to the pasta sauce she’s making. She turns and smiles, her long dark hair framing a cute elfish face with green eyes and pale skin. Without saying a word, she bends over slightly, pushing her ass out and wiggling it in my direction.

“What exactly are you doing, honey?” I ask as I lean against the door frame, my eyes lingering on the soft roundness of her ass in the tight pair of denim shorts she’s wearing.

“Nothing,” she says innocently, glancing back over her shoulder.

“Uh huh,” I nod, amused. “Because it looks like someone is begging to be spanked.”

“No,” she says sweetly, our eyes meeting over her shoulder. Her smile is cheeky and I raise an eyebrow at her when she wiggles her ass from side to side again.

“You’re sure about that?” I ask, stepping closer, pressing my hips into her ass, leaning in to cover her back completely.

“You’re not just wiggling this pretty ass around to tease me, are you, baby?”

Her breath hitches when I thrust forward, pressing her hard into the edge of the worktop. I have to bite back my own gasp at the friction of her ass against me.

I curl an arm around her, fingers trailing slowly up her chest and over her firm little boobs until they reach her throat. Wrapping my fingers around it until I can feel her pulse thundering against them, I press my thumb and forefinger in, applying a gentle pressure and guiding her head back against my shoulder.

“I bet you’re all wet for me already, aren’t you?” I whisper against her cheek. “Let’s find out just how wet my needy little girl is.”

One hand stays wrapped around her throat as the other slips down her stomach. It moves teasingly slowly as she whimpers and trembles against me. My fingers tug the button of her shorts, then slip under the waistband of her panties. It’s obscene how quickly my fingers get coated in her wetness.

“Needy girl,” I chuckle into her ear, my fingers toying with her swollen clit.

“Please,” she whimpers. Whatever she was going to beg for turns into a low guttural moan as I push two fingers inside her. The wine and the dinner will have to wait as she jerks on my hand. Held in place by the hand around her pretty little throat, she bucks and thrashes as she writhes, impaled on the two fingers deep inside her.

“Such a needy little fucktoy,” I snarl and all she can do is whimper in response. I can see her face reflected in the glass door of the microwave. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open as I take her. Her pussy squelches when I shove my fingers in deeper, harder, and faster. Juices dribble down my fingers and soak her panties.

I grind against her ass, humping her as I take her over the kitchen worktop. I can hear the sauce bubbling on the hob.

“Is my little fucktoy going to cum on my hand so she can finish cooking dinner?”

Her face contorts and she giggles. “Fuck! Yes, Mommy. Finish me off.”

I curl my fingers inside her and press on her soft, spongy spot, massaging her special place. She convulses. I hold her to me as she spasms. Her moans turn into little whimpers as she cums for me.

“Good girl,” I whisper as she slumps over the worktop. I suck my fingers clean, relishing her flavour.

With a swift spank to her ass, I order her to hurry up and finish the dinner while I head to the fridge and pour myself a well deserved glass of wine.