Clare Hawes stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror and studied the naked image staring back at her.

"Not bad for 50," she mused aloud.

At 5'7", she was still lithe and toned. Years of yoga and an addiction to exercise had kept her fit and shapely. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her strong thighs and their junction with her round, perfect ass. Just a tiny hint of cellulite was starting to form on those firm, meaty globes. Her husband Richard had always complimented her ass. But now that he was gone after a thankfully short battle with colon cancer, Clare had no one to appreciate her efforts to stay in shape.

She turned sideways and thrust out her chest in a profile view. Even though she was blessed with fleshy, D-cup breasts, she still considered her ass her best feature. Richard was an ass-man, and even though he doted on her big tits, it was her tight buns that commanded his attention. Nevertheless, it was those boobs that seemed to hypnotize other men and women alike. Admittedly, her heavy globes hung a bit lower these days, but they still had some perkiness. Her large, upturned nipples still tried to defy gravity. Richard loved to nurse on those ripe buds.

Her nipples hardened at the mere thought of a pair of lips gently chewing and sucking them. She pinched each nipple and with a hand under each breast, raised them in an effort to see how they used to look when she was younger. She missed a partner's lips and tongue nursing on those ripe buds. Finding a replacement for her husband was more complicated than she had realized. All the men she knew were taken, and she wasn't about to break up a marriage, even though with her charms, that was likely easy to do. She still had a sense of propriety. Married men were off limits. Affairs were messy, and men usually came out the winners from what she had witnessed.

Still, she smiled at the thought of waking up with a morning erection poking her backside and a hand exploring her body.

Richard loved morning sex. Clare often woke with her husband's tongue delicately probing her ear, followed by a husky entreaty.

"Your pussy is already wet. Clare. Let me fuck you from behind so I can watch my cock sliding in and out of you between those perfect globes, and I'll be your slave for the day."

Clare would slowly waken and comply, feigning resistance at first, and soon she would be on her knees waiting for his swollen cock to stretch her cunt. She loved the anticipation as much as the actual act of sex. And Richard loved to give her a play-by-play, something she found exciting.

"I love your beautiful ass, Baby. Jesus, you should see how your flesh ripples with every stroke. You are so sexy. Yes, squeeze me like that. Your pussy is coating my cock. Those big pussy lips of yours are clinging to me when I pull back. I love your cunt."

He was never short on vivid descriptions of their sex. And Clare loved to hear it.

But that was then. Now, the closest thing to sex was either her own fingers or a large, realistic-looking, mail-order dildo she relied upon. "Mr. D" for donkey, as she called it, received frequent use during the several weeks since it had arrived in a plain, brown wrapper. Still, it wasn't the real thing, even though it was always erect and ready for action with a little lube for comfort. The ad she found for it claimed it was based on John Holmes' cock at full erection.

On more than one occasion, she had imagined she was getting fucked by the porn star. She had even bought videos of him to watch as she masturbated.

Her blonde thatch of fine pubic hair had begun to turn gray, a reality of her age that distressed Clare. She had thought about coloring it to match her shoulder-length blonde hair, but for what reason? Who would care?

I do need to trim it, though, she thought. Richard had never cared for unruly maidenhair, and Clare appreciated his willingness to use his tongue expertly in that arena, something Clare now missed greatly. Even in his dying days when erections were no longer possible, he had attempted to go down on her.

"My cock isn't what it used to be, but I can still use my tongue, Honey."

Richard was such a thoughtful lover. A large dildo is just not the same thing. I need a real man. Not a rubbery replica..

But dating at 50 had proven to be disappointing. Clare intimidated men, even at her age. She always dressed professionally, but with a certain air of sexiness. A hint of cleavage never failed to get the attention of both sexes. Men drooled, and women gossiped. In desperation, Clare had begun to consider a lesbian relationship. Mr. D with the touch of a live tongue and lipstick. Another option was to find a younger man for sex only, but then why would a young stud want to hang out with an old lady?

Still, she began to dress more provocatively at social functions. The results were predictable, but still disappointing.

"If you've got it, flaunt it," she reasoned. Her full breasts and apple ass turned heads, but that seemed to be as far as it went. Despite her voluptuous attributes, opportunities were few and far between. Besides, the unmarried men she knew were just not her type. It seemed they either wanted a one-night stand or were panting fools. Richard was hard to replace.

So, she resigned herself to self-gratification with her donkey-dicked nightstand companion. And since she was already naked, what the hell. Just thinking about sex got her juices flowing.

She retrieved the thickly-veined toy and, on a whim, inserted it into her mouth as if it were a real penis. Richard loved her blowjobs, but he was much smaller than the veiny, plastic device in her hand. She wondered how a real penis this large would feel. Or even if she could deep-throat it as she had learned to do with her husband. Gagging with only a small part of the dildo in her mouth answered that question.

But if the toy was too big for her mouth, it fit other areas nicely. She spread her legs and smiled at the butterfly wings of her labia. Her lips were large and hung loosely until they were separated with two fingers to expose her pink treasure. And with a little lubrication, her plastic penis was soon spearing apart her meaty labia and sluicing in and out of her moist pussy. She sat crossways on the bed and watched the reflection in her closet-mirror as the thick sex toy disappeared into the flesh between her spread legs. As good as it felt, she struggled to bring herself to orgasm. She focused on her standard fantasy in an effort to find release.

She imagined a young, muscular, athletic body pounding in and out of her as she grabbed his hard buttocks with both hands and pulled him into her spread legs. Her breasts flopped back and forth as she increased her efforts with the dildo, and eventually she was rewarded with an orgasm of sorts. She permitted herself a scream of carnal pleasure, forgetting that her bedroom window was cracked.

In a brief moment of panic, she looked up to see her neighbor's son raking a patch of lawn not thirty feet from her window, but his face had a look of concern as he swiveled his head scanning the area of her house for the cause of the commotion.

He must have heard my scream. He probably thinks someone is being murdered.

Clare quickly threw on an old cotton T-shirt of Richard's and a pair of nylon shorts. She peeked out the window and could see that Wes, her eighteen-year-old neighbor, was still looking around as he raked, alert for any signs of danger and, no doubt, wondering if someone was in trouble. She slipped on a pair of flip flops and casually walked out the back door to the yard and waved at her neighbor.

"Everything okay, Mrs. Hawes? I thought I heard a scream from over there."

"Everything is fine, Wes. Believe it or not, I thought I saw a mouse in my closet. I know–typical female response. It just startled me, is all. No worries."

The two yards were separated by a low, three-foot rock wall marking the property lines. Clare sat on it and reached down to pluck a weed out of the lawn. Wes watched her out of the corner of his eye as he raked. Clare's braless boobs caught his eye immediately. Her nipples were clearly making an impression as they protruded from the thin cotton. He had noticed those breasts before. Who couldn't notice them? They were more than nice; they were huge. But for an older woman, she also had a nice butt. He tried not to stare, but his brain overruled that notion. And his cock was growing by the second.

"Thanks for your concern, Wes. I appreciate it. With Richard gone, I'm all alone now and learning how to cope with things like that. I'm afraid I'm not used to taking care of a house by myself."

"If you ever need anything, Mrs. Hawes, I'm happy to help. Anything at all. Would you like me to check for mice?"

"That's so nice of you, Wesly. I may take you up on helping me out. I'm happy to pay you for chores. Maybe you should come over, and we can talk about it later. Is that something you'd be interested in?"

"You don't have to pay me, but sure. That sounds great to me. I'm available most of the time. Just name it."

"I need a shower first, but why don't you stop by in an hour, and I'll show you a few things I need help with."

Wes agreed, and Clare smiled and walked back to her house. Wes's eyes were glued to her every step of the way. When she reached the door, she turned and saw he was staring at her. That's when it hit her.

I think my handsome, teenage neighbor might have a crush on me. She smiled and blew him a kiss. Wes smiled in return and quickly turned away, embarrassed.

Just then, an idea popped into Clare's brain. She had never considered using the resources of her cute, teenage neighbor, but never look a gift horse in the mouth. Wes was out of high school and would soon be off to college. He was certainly handsome and physically fit, as far as she could tell. And if those size 14 boats he wore on his feet were any indication, he might be sporting a nice package as well. She imagined him naked and on top of her for a brief second before dismissing her dirty thoughts as ridiculous.

Clare hopped in the shower, and soon her fingers lingered over her private areas as she imagined her neighbor slowly making love to her.

God, I am so horny for a man, I'm now thinking about seducing a teenager. I need to do some housecleaning to get my mind off sex.

Out of the shower, she decided on a tank top and shorts after first deciding to try out a new bright red lipstick for Wes. But when her eyes fell upon some of her husband's things, she forgot about her neighbor and decided she needed to start getting rid of Richard's clothes still hanging in his closet. It was a depressing task, but she needed to start over. It was going to take time after so many years together, but she might as well do a little each day. So, later, when the doorbell rang, she had completely forgotten about Wesley. She opened the door a crack to see him standing there. Wes was dressed in clean shorts, and his hair was neatly combed. Then she realized she had not put on a bra after her shower.

Oh well, I'm sure Wes won't mind seeing some old lady boobs jiggling. Probably give him a boner. She giggled and opened the door.

"Oh, hi, Wes. Sorry! You caught me off guard. I forgot you were going to stop by. You look like you're ready for a date. You clean up nicely, Honey. You didn't have to do that for me! But thanks, anyway. C'mon in and have a seat, and we can chat.

"Excuse my attire, Sweetie. I forgot you were stopping by. I had to throw on some shorts and a top. Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Water? It's hot outside, and you're sweating."

Wes tried not to stare at a pair of nipples jutting from the thin material. The top was loose around her arms and he could see part of her boobs. Jesus, he thought. No bra and look at those tits.

"No worries, Mrs. Hawes. I'm fine. Really. I was wondering if you needed any help like we talked about?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. And call me Clare. Mrs. Hawes was Richard's mother. But let me get you some water. I'll be right back."

Clare turned and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with a tall glass of ice water with a lemon slice. As she bent to put it on the coffee table in front of Wes, her loose neckline gave him a birdseye view of her cleavage and a brief glimpse of a nipple.

Clare smiled and sat opposite him on the couch. She spread her legs as she leaned forward and tidied a stack of magazines. Her breasts were ready to fall out of her top.

Wes tried to look at his middle-aged neighbor in the eyes, but he was mesmerized by the twin orbs covered by only the thinnest of clothing. He could almost taste her tits.

"Are you okay, Wesley. You seem a little nervous." She looked down and then acknowledged what must be the problem. "Sorry about my braless boobs in this old shirt, Honey. I'm alone all the time and forgot that a teenager with raging hormones was coming over. They're just old lady boobs, Honey. But not too bad, huh? They still turn heads. I bet you don't mind, though. Do you, Wes? Boys your age love big boobs, don't they? And these puppies are big, I know. But I bet you prefer the perky little boobs of girls your age over an old lady like me. Gravity and nature are cruel. But I don't care if you want to stare at them. I understand. You should have seen them when I was your age. They really turned heads then. You could hang your hat on them."

Clare put a hand under each breast and hefted them so they were perpendicular to the floor and jutted impossibly from her chest.

"Like this." She giggled again. "So...what do you think. Do you like breasts big or small? Probably either way. No such thing as bad tits when you are young, hmmm?"

Clare was fishing as well as teasing. Wesley was clearly uncomfortable, and she loved it.

Wes hesitated and looked like he had swallowed a goldfish at her question. Was Mrs. Hawes coming on to him? She made a slight adjustment to her top, loosening it and letting her breasts resume their normal position a bit lower, but her nipples still protruded in the thin material provocatively. He took a chance.

"If you don't mind me saying so, Mrs. Hawes, I think you have a nice figure. And not just for an old lady...I mean...you are not an old lady. You are very attractive."

"Oh, Sweetie, that's so nice of you to say. Flattery will get you everywhere. I don't get too many compliments these days. But coming from a handsome young man, you are making me blush. You can't imagine how nice it is to hear you say that. As long as we're talking frankly, can I ask you a question that is...um...personal? You don't have to answer, but I sometimes feel like I'm out of touch with kids these days."

She noticed Wesley squirmed just a bit at her query, but he nodded agreement. He wanted to see where this might lead.

"Are you a virgin, Honey? I'm unsure when young people first have sex these days. I'm curious, I guess. I know young men masturbate a lot, but I'm wondering if teens are more promiscuous than when I was growing up. I lost my virginity when I was 18, but that was ages ago. You're eighteen, correct?"

"Yes, I'm eighteen, and no, I'm not a virgin. I lost my virginity last year. And it was with an older woman. That's all I can say."

"Oh, Wesley. You are so lucky. Older women have valuable experience...and needs, too. We know just how to treat a young man in most instances. I imagine it was a wonderful and exciting experience for you. You are smart and handsome, and from what I can imagine, you would be quite a find. I won't ask who you are talking about, but she was lucky to be your first.

Clare paused. Her libido was now raging as she imagined her cute neighbor fucking a gray-haired woman. Her face tightened as a thought came to her. She wanted to hear more, and she was about to take a plunge. All restraints had given way to latent desires.

"Would you consider having sex with someone even as old as me if you had the chance, Honey? I know that sounds forward of me, but, again, I'm just curious. I never get to talk to someone your age, and Richard and I never had children, as you know. It's refreshing to talk to a young man about such a private subject."

Her young neighbor's heart pounded in his chest. He stared briefly at those huge breasts only a couple of feet away, the prominent nipples begging to be sucked. His crotch became uncomfortable, and he desperately wanted to rearrange his package, but Clare's eyes were glued on him. She was smiling curiously and leaning forward attentively. He decided to see how far this would go.

"Oh, sure, Mrs. Hawes. I like women who are older than me. But you are not old by any stretch. The lady I had sex with was older than you, I'm sure. It sort of happened by accident. It's a long story, but I was helping her out, and she seduced me, I guess. I was moving bedroom furniture, and before I knew it, I was in her bed. It was a wonderful experience, and it happened a few times after that. Mrs. Cas...oops. I almost said her name. She is an old friend of my mother. That's all I'll say. She felt bad afterwards, but I assured her I loved every second of it and would never tell a soul. Since then, she has moved to another city."

All the sex talk had Clare's brain on fire. She had a pretty good idea about whom Wes was referencing...someone she never would have guessed. But then, she understood now how it could happen. She was as horny as a teenager in heat, and the solution seemed to be only a couple of feet away and likely as excited by their talk as she. Her pussy was already wet. She reached over and tenderly grabbed Wes's two large hands in her own.

"Okay, Wes. I'm just going to go ahead and say this. Honey, would you like to have sex with me? Right now? I see you staring at my boobs, and I notice that you have a nice-sized bulge in your pants that seems to keep getting bigger. Not to mention that it looks uncomfortable. Would you like me to help you get rid of that? I'll be gentle. All this talk about sex has got me so excited. How about you?"

She winked at Wes. After a brief look of serious thought, a smile erupted on his face.

"Oh, Mrs...I mean Clare. I would love that. I've dreamed about you often."

"Why don't you stand up for a moment?"

Wesly paused for only a second and then stood in front of Clare; his erection tented his pants obscenely. Clare loosened his belt and undid the waist button of his shorts. She slowly unzipped them and slid them down to reveal his tight-fitting Tommy Hilfiger underwear. A large bulge ended with the tip of a thick, circumcised helmet peeking above the waistband.

She gasped at what she saw. Her eyes grew wide, and her lips slowly curved into a smile.

"Look at you, Sweetie. What is this thick tube I see? And it is not only big, it feels rather hard as well."

Her fingers outlined the bulge and the helmet peeking above the elastic before she grabbed the waistband and pulled his underwear to the floor. Wes's cock flopped down and nearly hit her in the face.

"Oh, my, Wesley! This is a real man's penis. So thick! This is an even bigger surprise than I hoped for. Honey, you have a beautiful, big penis for someone so young. No wonder your mother's friend seduced you."

As she spoke, her hand wrapped around his girth but could not fully enclose it. She slowly stroked her hand up and down the length of the fleshy snake in her grasp. The circumcised head was even bigger than her husband's. A drop of precum had already formed at the large piss hole. She smeared it with her thumb and rubbed it over the smooth skin of the knob.

"That feels wonderful, Mrs. Hawes." Wes was beyond delirious and thought he might pass out from pleasure. He bent his neck to take in the sight of his buxom neighbor as she gently stroked his cock, her mouth inches from the tip, her large breasts jiggling with each stroke.

Oh, please, he thought. Put it in your mouth.

"Would it be alright if I gave you a little taste, Honey? Have you ever had someone perform fellatio on you? You know...a blowjob? I've been told I'm quite good at it. I don't think I've ever tried it on a penis as big as yours, however. You look delicious, Sweetie."

"Um, no. Of course. Please. Go ahead. I would love that." Wes watched as Clare slowly moved her lips over just the head of his cock and wrapped them tightly around the plum-sized crown. Once they were in place, her cheeks hollowed, and it felt like a vacuum hose was sucking him. Her hand slowly stroked him, and her tongue licked all around the shaft and crown. Her recently applied lipstick left a red ring just below the fat knob. It was the most exciting thing he had ever experienced.

Eyeing him all the while, she slid her lips until just the tip remained in her mouth, and then she tongued his large piss hole. Wes's knees became wobbly, and he feared he would faint.

"Why don't you sit on the couch next to me, Honey, and lie back so I can do this properly. I bet you'd like to play with my big titties while I suck on your cock, wouldn't you? Let me take this top off, Sweetie. There! Not bad for an old lady, hmmm? A little saggy but still firm. Yes, go ahead and feel them. I bet you thought I'd never ask. I love to be fondled, especially by a sexy young man like you."

Wesley sat next to Clare and squeezed her breasts as she threw back her shoulders and offered them to him proudly. He was amazed at their firmness. Her large nipples each capped a teacup-sized areola and projected a good half inch from the orbs. Clare's smooth white skin was enhanced by a narrow waist with just a hint of excess fat around her stomach. She slipped off her shorts, and now he had a full view of her neatly trimmed, graying pussy hair. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Clare kissed him on the lips and gently pushed him back so he was lying with his feet dangling on the floor. His cock, still in her hand, pointed toward the ceiling like a fleshy stalagmite. Clare leaned forward and dangled her fat tits on his cock and then in his face. She shimmied her shoulders so her breasts beat against him like rubbery hammers.

"Go ahead and suck on my nipples, Wes. Men are just like babies, aren't they? Yes, just like that. Ummm, that feels nice. You have soft lips, Sweetie."

She let him nurse for several moments, all the while slowly stroking him. Finally, she straightened and kissed him again briefly.

"I know you aren't finished, but let me suck on your big cock a little more, and then I can't wait to try you on for size. You're so big, I'll need to get you nice and wet first."

Smiling, Clare kissed him again–a motherly peck and then leaned down to once again fellate the eighteen-year-old. His cock filled her mouth so completely that she had to be careful not to gag as she took in as much as possible. Her tits were now mashed against his stomach as he gently rubbed the smooth skin of her back and hips with a free hand.

Suddenly, Clare felt his body tense, and she knew what was about to happen. She lifted her head briefly and faced him.

"Go ahead and cum if you have to, Honey. Let it go. That way, you'll last longer when you actually fuck me. I can tell you need to release a big load of sperm. Don't worry. I love the taste of cum."

And with that, she planted her lips over the head of his cock once again and sucked with all her might. It was too much for the teenager. Wesley's legs stiffened, and his toes curled as a huge load shot from his balls, up the length of his rigid cock, and into her mouth. He continued to shoot spurt after spurt from his throbbing member into her waiting mouth until the white, creamy discharge was running out of her mouth and down her hand. When it finally stopped, Clare scooped what she could between two fingers and then fed it first to herself and then to Wes. The shock of tasting his own cum was turned into an erotic moment as she placed her fingers in his mouth and then replaced them with her lips.

"Wow, Honey. I don't think I've ever seen that much cum. Now let's just lie here for a few minutes while you regain your strength and get hard again. Can you do that for me? I want to feel this snake inside me. You've got this old lady more excited than I've been in ages. Yes, go ahead and play with my breasts while we lie here."

Clare kissed and stroked her neighbor, offering breathy compliments about what a wonderful lover he's going to be, her lips next to his ear, and occasionally running her tongue there. Wes continued to fondle and kiss her breasts while Clare told him how wet he was making her.

"Feel my pussy, Honey. Yes, like that. I'm soaking already just anticipating what's next."

The effect was almost immediate. In no time, his cock began to show signs of life. Clare stroked him slowly until his penis resembled a tubular Eiffel Tower once again.

"That's my man. Are you ready to feel my pussy slowly sliding up and down that rocket of yours? I can't wait. I'm already soaking just thinking about it."

Clare stood and adjusted Wes's legs, so he was lying full length on the couch after first getting him out of his T-shirt so that he was as naked as she. Then, she draped her legs on either side of him and, kneeling, reached behind, grabbed his cock, and rubbed it back and forth between her large labia. Once she felt the spongey crown gain purchase at that sacred opening, she slowly let her hips slide down as her pussy engulfed the thick shaft. She raised her ass so that only the head remained inside her and leaned forward to watch his cock between her thighs as it disappeared inside her.

"I have big pussy lips, Honey, but a tight little cunt. Richard loved my labia. Look how they cling to you. God, that is so sexy."

Wes strained to see, and Clare put a couch pillow behind his head for a better angle.

"I love watching a big cock going in and out, and yours is a doozy. Look at my pussy juice running down your shaft. Isn't that about the sexiest thing you've ever seen? How does that feel, Sweetie? Speaking for myself, you feel wonderful inside me, just like I knew you would. Ummm, nice and slow at first. You are a big boy, and I'm not used to a thick cock there. Yes, go ahead and play with my tits. They love to be sucked on and pulled while I'm fucking."

Clare leaned forward and propped herself with one arm while her free hand fed a ripe tit to the greedy lips of her neighbor.

"You know, Wes. This is so nice, we may have to do this more often. Would you like that, Sweetie? I know I would. I have needs, and I think you do too. I love the way you are fucking me, Honey. You are stretching me out even more than Richard used to. I never would have guessed that my cute neighbor was blessed with such a big cock. Oh! Careful! Not too deep. I like that when you grab my ass with both hands. Is my butt firm enough for you? I do yoga almost every day. Richard liked my ass even better than my tits."

Clare giggled and quickened the pace of her hips as she humped and wriggled her ass up and down Wesley's cock. Letting him cum earlier had been a good idea, and he was showing no signs of an early ejaculation. Occasionally, his lips would leave her tits, and she would kiss him, her tongue finding his and sending newly discovered waves of pleasure through both of them.

"Honey, you are making me feel so good. Just like that. You are going to make me cum soon, Baby. You are going to give me the first real orgasm I've had in ages. You are such a wonderful lover. You are so deep. Oh fuck. Don't stop."

Clare focused on her fucking and what she knew turned men on, grinding her hips, sitting up, and clasping her hands behind her head and thrusting her tits forward so they bounced and jiggled provocatively like two large, rubbery missiles. She leaned forward and placed her lips by his ear.

"That's it, Sweetie. Do me a favor. I'm going to cum soon, and you'll know it when it happens. When you feel it, work your finger in my ass, only the tip. You'll be able to feel your cock inside me that way. Maybe you can cum again, too. I can't get pregnant, Honey, so no worries. I'd love to feel your cum inside my moist cunt if you can cum again."

Clare's dirty talk was having the desired effect for both of them. As Wes intensified his strokes, Clare met him thrust for thrust until she felt the beginnings of her finale. She placed her tongue in Wes's ear and squeezed him with all her might.

"Yes, now, Honey! Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. There! Can you feel my pussy contracting? Am I tight enough for you? Put your finger in my ass. "

As her brain became a mass of synapses firing in different directions, she felt a finger sliding down her backside in search of her other opening and finally slipping inside her. That was all it took, and for the first time in weeks, she had a violent, squirting orgasm.

Wesley felt his neighbor's pussy tighten and then flood him with a squirting deluge. He had seen orgasms like that on porn sites but thought they were faked. But this was no fake orgasm. As he wormed the tip of his finger in Clare's ass, he felt his rigid prick sliding back and forth on the other side of her perineum. His brain was in a primordial state of fast-changing erotic images, and for the second time in the last hour, he felt a huge volume of sperm, smaller than the first but still noteworthy, surging from his bowels. Clare's breasts were mashed against his chest as she jerked and moaned as if in the throes of a violent seizure. Wes grunted, and then he filled her sopping cunt with the thick, gooey jizz that normally ended up in tissues by his bedside. His cock throbbed once, twice, followed by several more smaller jerks until it was drained and mixed with the copious quantity of sex juices that flowed freely from the woman on top of him.

They stayed that way for several minutes, Clare's voluptuous body on top of his with his flaccid cock still resting inside her. She kissed him repeatedly on the lips, face, eyes, and ears, slowly and at times motherly, whispering how wonderful he was. In time, he felt her slowly raise her hips, and his cock slipped out of her, now soft and covered in sticky goo. His stomach and thighs were likewise covered in the same mix of erotic leftovers.

"Just relax for a while, Darling."

Previous terms of endearment meant for friends and acquaintances were now replaced with more intimate ones like "Lover" and "Darling," but mostly they remained that way without speaking.

Finally, Clare kissed him and broke the ice.

"I'll be limping for a while, Lover. You handled me like a pro. Of course, this is our little secret, right? But I see no reason why we can't continue. I certainly want to, and we still haven't found those mice. Wesley, Darling, you are welcome to visit me just about any time we are both free. You made ME feel like I was eighteen again. As I said, I'll need some time to recover, but even if I'm too sore, you can always come over here and just cuddle. Who knows what it might lead to? I bet I can teach you a few things that you would enjoy. And so would I."

They kissed and snuggled for some time before they got up and dressed, their bodies still bearing a coating of dried passion.

"I think I'd better take another shower. Maybe at a later date, you can take one with me."

When he finally left, Clare kissed him and squeezed his cock through his shorts.

"Bye for now, Darling. Love you."

Fortunately, Wes's parents were gone when he finally went home. He showered and buried his clothes in the bottom of the hamper. Clad in a pair of running shorts, he lay on his bed and ran the movie of the day over and over in his head. He was the luckiest man on earth.