Becoming a Cougar Ch. 01

No sexual activity by a younger than 18 years old is mentioned.

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My father died when I was 10 years old. I never forgot what he told me just before his death, "Sonia, despite our flaws, always love your family members. On the other hand, certain others will pretend to be your friends, and trusting them might turn out to be a mistake. Money by itself will not bring you happiness, but the chances are much better with it than without it." He expired the next day. We knew he wouldn't survive the summer. His end-stage cancer was too advanced, but we hoped he'd stay with us longer. Mom and I cried together for days. We were fortunate Dad had generous life insurance, which allowed us good living for several years.

When I started high school, Mom found work as a secretary at a lawyer's office. Two years later, in my first week at junior high, I noticed Mom looked more smiley than usual. I asked her if she got a bonus or a promotion. She said, "Something better. My employer asked to date me. He claimed he was smitten by me and wanted to go out with me. He got a divorce 3 years ago and said he found me irresistible."

I grinned, "Good for you, Mom. I've never met him, and I hope he is a good man."

"Honey, I Invited him for dinner on Friday. Please be here."

"OK, I'll stay for dinner."

Mom knew she had to beg me to remain at home; most Friday evenings, I was out of the house early.

...

By then, my body had undergone substantive changes: I was 5'4", 128 pounds, with long, dark brown hair, C-cup breasts, narrow waist, and hips that were slightly wider than I liked. I was a good student and very social. I kept in touch with a few girlfriends, with whom I frequently went out to Starbucks, movies, or shopping downtown. My face became prettier compared to the ugly duckling appearance of my youth. Boys, my age and older, noticed the changes in me and attempted to get my attention. At 17 I had my first boyfriend. It was Jay. He was a senior, very handsome, and on our football team. I went out 4 times with him. On our 5th date, he suggested we should get intimate. I said it was too early for me. It was the last time he talked to me. Jay's behavior reminded me what my father said, 'others will pretend to be your friends, and trusting them might turn out to be a mistake.'

In retrospect, the fact that Jay could leave me just because I was not ready for sex, probably affected my behavior later in life. My trust in other people was shaken, and I became more suspicious.

I had my second boyfriend, Sergei, 6 months after turning 18. He was the son of a Russian oligarch, who chose to study in America. He was good-looking, loved partying, and was very rich. Sergei persuaded me to use weed and drink vodka. I fell for his charms, and soon we started having sex. He showered me with presents and complimented me on my gorgeous body and my skills in bed. I fell for him and thought one day we would get married.

One day, at one of his parties at home, Sergei got drunk. He pulled me to his bedroom and undressed me. I thought he wanted to have sex with me and smirked, "Sergei, can't you wait to fuck me after all the guests have left?"

He stuttered, "No I caan't. In fact, I invited Steeeve and Oleg to jooin us."

He barely finished, and his 2 friends barged in. I tried to cover myself, but to no avail. The 3 guys were stronger. They pushed me to bed and forced themselves on me. I was so shocked, that later on, I could not remember details except that I left the house partially dressed, crying. At home, I stayed in the tub for hours. My mother tried to find out what happened, but I refused to talk. In the following days, Sergei attempted to apologize, but I avoided him.

Once again I learned the hard way that my father was right. ONLY family members deserve full trust.

...

After ending my affair with Sergei, I stopped drinking and using grass. I concentrated on achieving good grades in school, and finished in the top 20% of my class. Mom suggested I register at the local college, but I chose to become a flight attendant. I passed a background check, and following 7 weeks of rigorous training, I graduated. After 6 months of being on probation, I became a regular attendant for United, working mostly from Newark.

I was now 20, eager to exploit life. My dream of the glorious life, traveling abroad was soon crushed by reality: Most of my flights were in the USA, my service hours were unpredictable, my sleeping times were frequently interrupted, and many passengers were annoying. After my first full year on the job, I began regretting my decision.

One afternoon, I was assigned to a nonstop flight from Newark to San Francisco. Many seats were empty, and our job turned out to be much easier than usual. I was assigned to the first class passengers. When I finished serving dinner, I noticed a middle aged passenger staring at me. I approached him, smiled, and asked if he needed something.

He mumbled, "Yes, I'd like to talk to you. Please sit down for a moment in the empty seat by me."

I continued smiling, "Sir, it's an unusual request. We are not that busy now, so I can do it, but for a short time only."

He said, "Lady, it will be very short."

I sat down and gazed at him. He blurted, "I have never been married. I am very wealthy. I arranged a big party for tomorrow night to celebrate acquiring a startup company for 1.2 billion dollars. My sister was supposed to join me, but she got sick. I hate to go there by myself. If you join me at the party, I'll introduce you as my girlfriend. We'll sit together, and probably have a couple of dances. My private driver will bring you to the party and back to your hotel. You will not be required to do anything else. If you agree, I'll pay you $20,000. What do you say?"

"Sir, I don't know you. How do I know you are legit, or that your intentions are kosher?"

He pulled his ID from his wallet and showed me. The name was Jonathan Lillard, and he was 43 years old. The name sounded familiar, but I could not remember the connotation. He said, "Now google my name on your phone and read about me."

There were several articles about him, some with his picture. He was a well-known Silicon Valley personality worth an estimated 12 billion dollars according to Forbes. In an article from a week earlier, the purchase of an unfamiliar company was mentioned. He definitely was who he said.

I grinned, "Mr. Lillard, nice to meet you, but even if I was willing to do it, I didn't bring the proper clothes for an occasion of that magnitude."

"Not a problem. Tomorrow morning, my chauffeur will arrive to pick you up and drive you to Union Square. He will accompany you to any store you choose. Take 2 sets of clothes and shoes, and he will pay for everything you selected."

"May I think about it and give my answer in an hour?"

He smiled again, "Take all the time you wish, but I need an answer before we land."

I stood up and went to the back of the plane to talk to my friend. Without giving too many details, I asked her how often she got offers from passengers. She chuckled, "Obviously, one of the guys in First Class approached you. It's fairly common to get offers of 'going out'. Of course, the pretty, young attendants get more offers than me. If you have nothing better to do while there, and the guy can prove he is serious, why not?"

I returned to Mr. Lillard and said I'd agree. He thanked me and blurted, "At the party, I'll introduce you as my girlfriend, so I'd rather you call me John. When we sit at the table, I might put my hand around your shoulder, so people won't suspect, but I promise not to do anything else to invade your space."

I gave him my phone number and told him I stayed at the Holliday Inn. When we landed, John winked at me and said that Lance, his driver, would wait for me at the lobby at 9:30 am.

...

The next morning, I checked several stores, and after hours of shopping around, I ended up with 2 elegant evening gowns and matching shoes.

In the evening, the driver brought me to John's house. It was a mansion in Pacific Heights. John inspected me up and down and smiled, "Sonia, you are the prettiest woman I ever saw. That is why I approached you on the flight. With this dress, you look perfect. At the party, I'll tell people we met on a flight a few months ago, and since then, we started going out together. I'll tell them you are recovering from an illness and very tired, making sure nobody bothers you too much. So your job will be to smile during introductions, now and then say a word, and once or twice dance with me. After staying at least 2 hours at the party, you can leave whenever you feel like it. The driver will bring you to the Holliday Inn and will hand you the check for $20,000, as agreed."

At the party, John and I sat at the front table with 3 other older couples. He introduced us. They stared at me curiously, and one of the guys leaned and whispered in my ear, "Every woman is jealous of you. You look wonderful, and you captured the eternal bachelor's heart. Most men ogle you, wishing THEY had a chance with you."

I grinned and whispered, "Thank you, sir. You are very kind."

John sat by me and deflected most of the questions that were directed at me, claiming I wasn't feeling completely healthy yet. A middle aged guy joked, "If this is how Sonia looks when she is not at her best, I wonder if she considered participating in the Miss Universe contest." Everybody laughed politely. There were 2 food tables with various meats, salads, snacks, and desserts. A waiter took our orders of drinks. The high society really knew how to live! John and I danced twice. In both cases, it was slow. John held me in his arms and did not try to do anything inappropriate. I liked his soft touch and the smell of his aftershave.

When I was ready to leave, John kissed my cheek and mumbled, "Sonia, I hate to let you go. What will it take to see you again?"

"John, thank you for a lovely evening and the generous check, but tomorrow I have to return to my home base in Newark."

"Do you really like your job as a stewardess with an ever changing schedule?"

"I admit I thought the job would be easier and more fun, but it pays my bills."

"If I double your salary, would you consider working for me?"

"You exaggerate. I only finished high school. What work I'll be able to do for you?"

"You can begin as my secretary, typing and answering phone calls. Once I see you get along with the rest of my team, I'll have my assistant show you other opportunities within the firm."

"You want me to move to San Francisco? Everything in the city is very expensive, and more importantly, I don't know anybody here."

"In addition to your salary, you'll get all your expenses covered separately. Send me the receipts, and each month I'll reimburse you."

"John, I am confused. I thought it was a one time deal. Why do you attempt to keep me here?"

"The truth: I like you. Yes, you look terrific, but it's more than that. Both on the plane and at the party, I observed your behavior. You are quiet, efficient, and pleasant, and I need somebody like you on the team."

I stared at his eyes, "Is it REALLY what makes you offer me the job?"

He blushed, "Well... I feel toward you something I've never felt before..."

"Are you trying to date me?"

His face turned redder, "You are very direct... I am much older than you, but I hoped that working together would allow us to know each other better..."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be 40 next month."

"So you are 19 years my senior. You are still young. Are you sure you wish to date me?"

"I'd love to..."

"Is it a good idea to date your employee?"

"I own the company, so I set the rules, but if you agree to go out with me, it will be up to you if you wish to work for us or not."

"John, I like you too, but I still don't understand how can we date if you live in California and my home base is on the East Coast."

"The key problem is your unpredictable schedule. Otherwise, every weekend I'd fly to New Jersey to meet you. But if you move to San Francisco, everything will be easier: Your job will be more convenient and pay you higher salary, your schedule will be normal, and we could meet whenever you feel like it. If our relationship fails, I'll compensate you for the time you wasted..."

"... can you put it in writing? You know, just in case..."

He grinned, "Now you are talking! I love to hear you'll consider my offer. You can write the agreement yourself, and I'll sign it. Don't forget to mention the amount of compensation you'd get if, after a month, you wish to get out of the deal."

John's intention sounded genuine, but after my prior disappointments, I was reluctant to take further chances. Moving from one side of the country to the other without relatives or friends there was way too risky. I scribbled a short document, stating that Mr. John Lillard offered me a daytime job at his company for $80,000 a year plus expenses. If, for any reason, I choose to cancel the deal within the first year, I'll be compensated $100,000.

John looked at the piece of paper, typed it on his computer, and changed the compensation to $200,000...

I had tears in my eyes, "Do you like me that much?"

"At the party a couple of times I was tempted to kiss your lips, but I didn't dare. I am not going to do it tonight either. I want you to think about my offer for a day or two. If you still agree, text me. I'll arrange everything you need to move here, and it will be up to you to tell me when you wish to start in town."

...

It didn't take me much time to accept John's offer. He seemed like a good man who liked me a lot and was ready to do everything in his power to have me around. It didn't hurt he was handsome and very wealthy... I was fond of the guy, and the age difference didn't bother me a bit.

John paid for my rented apartment in San Francisco, and I began working in his headquarters. In the first week, I shadowed his assistant, who taught me everything from filing to answering the phone and introduced me to the important members of the team. I joined her in most board meetings and slowly learned about the big firm.

During the first week, except for brief hellos and seeing him conducting conferences, John stayed away from me. On Friday, just before leaving work, he phoned me and asked me to come to his office. When I entered, he asked, "Sonia, how do you like it here so far?"

I grinned, "Everybody is very helpful and nice to me, but I haven't done much yet."

"The weekend is upon us. Would you join me for dinner at a restaurant of your choice?"

"Isn't it too late? Don't you need earlier reservations to good restaurants?"

"Try me."

"I am not familiar with San Francisco's restaurants, but if you invite me to a seafood restaurant, I'll be happy to accept."

Later he texted me he'd arrive at my apartment at 6 pm. I was in the mood to impress him and wore a short, tight black dress with low neckline. A long necklace reached the open valley between my ample boobs. I added 3" black pumps and put red hot lipstick.

He knocked on my door right in time to pick me up. As I opened the door, I watched his eyes widen, and he froze with a large bouquet of red roses in his hand. I grinned, "These are for me? Thank you."

He woke up and mumbled, "Sonia, iis it really yoou?"

"It's me in the flesh."

"I knew you were beautiful, but now you look like Aphrodite..."

"Thank you, sir. You look very handsome too." I wasn't lying; His tall stature was complimented by an expensive suit, shiny shoes, and a silky tie.

"Lady, at the restaurant everybody will ogle you, and we won't be able to enjoy private time."

"John, if you want me to change to something simpler, I'll do it."

"No, please don't. You are so pretty and attractive in this attire, that like everybody else, I'll stare at you the whole time."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"At times, my eyes may wander to areas lower than your face."

"If you mean my tits, do you think I should be ashamed of them?"

He sighed, grabbed my arm, and led me to his BMW. Half an hour later, we arrived at Fisherman's Wharf. After a short walk from the parking lot, we reached the Scoma's. John was right; along the way, millions of eyes inspected me unabashedly, with some guys whistling at me. We ignored them. The waiter led us to a nice table by a window with a great view.

I touched John's palm, "We are lucky to get a table with the best sight of the bay."

He smiled, "Luck has nothing to do with it. I called the restaurant in advance and promised them 100% tip if we got the best seats in the house."

"Is it worth it to spend so much on a sitting place?"

"Sonia, I make more money than I'll ever need. I do not have a wife or children, why not enjoy a small part of my fortune on fun things?"

"You seem to make much effort to impress me. Who am I to you?"

"Simply put, I want you for myself."

"I like you very much. So yes, we can date, but I wonder how people are going to deal with a situation if I date the boss."

"There are 2 options. I can move you to one of our affiliates, or you can stop working for me."

"I just moved here, and I do not have a college degree. How would I find another paying job?"

"Sonia, I have an idea. Let's keep it a secret for one month, during which you'll work in the main office as agreed. After a month, I'll come up with something that I hope you'll like."

I smiled, "In a short time, I started to trust you. I hope not to be disappointed."

I took the clam chowder and halibut, and John ordered Gulf Shrimp Bisque and a Pacific Snapper. We shared cannoli and had espresso martini. Everything was delicious. I took John's hand in mine and said, "Thank you for doing all of that for me."

He gazed at me lovingly and asked, "Do you wish to stroll on the nice wharf, or you'd rather go home?"

"It's cloudy and slightly cold for my clothes. I prefer to go back home and have you there with me for... a nightcap."

He eyed me intensely, "You don't have to do it. I can wait."

"Johnny, I am not doing it only for you. As I said, I am fond of you, but if YOU think it's too soon, I'll wait."

"Honey, I want you right NOW!"

He paid, and we drove to my apartment. The whole time, I leaned on his shoulder, and my palm caressed gently his closest thigh. When he parked the car, I noted a big bulge in his pants...

...

We barely crossed the threshold, and John turned me around, lifted my chin, and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. It was a simple, though passionate kiss.

I chuckled, "I am sure you can do better than that."

He smiled, "I tested the waters. Realizing you didn't slap me, I can kiss you appropriately."

His lips parted mine, and his tongue penetrated my mouth. He tenderly licked my palate and then pulled my tongue into his oral cavity. His mouth tasted minty; sometime during the driving, he sneaked a mint into his mouth. I pressed my body into his. my tits crushed his muscular chest, and I felt his erection growing. His hands began trailing my body, and soon his fingers found my left breast. They were warm and gentle. My cunt started leaking, and I murmured, "Let's go to the bedroom."

He sat on the bed's edge and said, "I fantasized about this moment for a long time. May I see you naked?"

"Only if later I'll see you in the nude too."

I teased him by lowering the dress's back zipper at a snail's pace. Next, the shoulder straps fell sideways, and the upper part of the dress landed on my tummy. John gasped loudly, and the front of his trousers threatened to rip the zipper. I lowered the dress further, letting it fall on the carpet. Next I unclasped my soft bra, and it flew forward, revealing my round tits. He licked his dry lips, and his eyes focused on my nipples. The mere stare was enough to cause them to harden and become pointy. I bent down and slowly lowered my low-cut panties, displaying my bare cunt. He stopped breathing and clutched his fists, likely trying to hold himself from pouncing on me.

I smirked, "Sir, are you happy now, or you wish me to remove my high heels as well?"

He blurted, "You are so stunning! I am speechless. No, don't take off your shoes, please."

Unlike me, he undressed rapidly. In less than a minute, he stood naked before me. John's skin color was lighter than mine. His muscles showed a good tone, and I liked his hairy chest. My eyes explored downward, watching his 6 pack and focusing on his tumescent dick. It was a beautiful specimen: about 7+ inches long, thick, with a large spongy helmet, and it stood in attention. His muscular, long legs completed the appearance of a younger person.

I said, "Johnny, are you sure about your age? Judging by your looks, I'd say about 30 years old."

He didn't bother answering. He came closer, raised me in his strong arms, and placed me supine on the bed. He growled, "You are so sexy, that I can barely keep myself from attacking you..."

I whispered, "I want you too. Don't hold back."

He mounted the bed, spread my legs, and invaded my pussy. I was drenched, and his cock slipped smoothly inside, even though his girth pushed the vaginal walls to the limit. As his eyes concentrated on mine, he began ramming his member back and forth at an accelerated pace. My hands trailed his shapely pectorals. My horniness heightened. His rhythm increased, and his palms tweaked my boobs. I heard myself moaning, and my fingers pinched his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into me. His thrusts turned fast and furious as I felt I was close to cumming. I mumbled, "You feel great. I am so close..."

He roared, "Me too. Here it comes!" and then I felt him tense, and his organ started erupting in my cunt. That was the moment I lost it as well. In my daze I could feel my pussy spasm on his ejaculating pole, squeezing it and milking it for all he got. I had no idea how much time had passed; I was in my own heaven...

John gradually slowed down, and when his penis began deflating, he pulled out and lay by my side. We relaxed for a while, and then I raised my upper body and kissed his lips, "Thank you, lover. I feel great. Are YOU OK?"

"I am better than OK. I am trying to lie still, thinking it was a dream, and I hate it to end."

I chuckled, "Honey, it wasn't. Would you like a cup of coffee before you leave? I am afraid you'll have to go home because if I am late tomorrow, my boss may fire me..."

He smiled, "Right now I am at your mercy. I want you mine whether you work for the company or not."

I caressed his flat tummy, "Johnny, I am already yours, what else do you want?"

"When will I see you again?"

"If you promise to behave professionally toward me at the office, I'll let YOU decide."

"How about tomorrow after work?"

"As long as you let me take a shower first, you are on."

"I have a suggestion: After work, we'll leave together and go to MY house."

"But I do not have clothes to change there."

"I have an idea: Would you like to move to my house? You'll have your own room with a nice private bathroom attached."

"Honey, we had sex only once, and you already made up your mind to invite me to move into your quarters?"

"Since I first saw you, I had a hunch we were meant to be together. It never occurred to me before. And so far, I haven't seen anything that showed me I was wrong."

"I'll move to your house, but I want to be more careful. I wish to keep this apartment for now, in case your hunch and conclusion were premature."

"Sonia, keep the apartment for as long as you want. I already paid for 6 months."

...

The following morning, we entered the office separately. I served him coffee and a donut. He winked at me and whispered, "I try very hard to resist my temptation to hug you. I miss you already."

I pointed a finger at him, "You better behave, or I'll tell my supervisor you harass me." He giggled.

My eyes followed all his moves at work. He seemed to be in an unusually charming mood, and his secretary whispered to me, "Look at him. Either he got a very good news, or he fell in love." I kept quiet.

After work, we left separately and met at his car. As I sat down, he French kissed me for a long moment, taking my breath away. I smiled, "Buddy, can't you wait until we are inside the house?"

"I resisted the whole day. It was so tough that I deserve a reward for it."

"If you are a good boy and wait, you'll get your prize at home."

"You are so cruel to me!"

"Honey, shut up and drive carefully, or our intimate meeting will be at the nearest hospital."

John drove faster than usual. I wanted to calm him down and gently fondled his thigh, but my fingers met his engorged pecker instead. I laughed, "God heavens, you behave like a child seeing a new toy. Can't you control yourself for 10 more minutes?"

"It's so hard..."

I rubbed his covered raging prick and smirked, "I know, I feel the hardness!"

He blurted, "At home, you'll pay for teasing me."

I grinned, "I do not believe you. You are all talk."

...

As he parked the car, I exited and rushed to the door. He opened it, grabbed my waist with his left arm, and literally tore my clothes off my body. I chuckled, "So now, if we choose to go out, I have nothing to wear."

He joked, "Even better. I love to watch you in the nude. You can stay like that all the time in the house."

"No, seriously, John, how can I leave the house without clothes?"

"First, since you were a tease, I want to conquer your body. Then, you'll wear a long coat I'll give you, and together we'll go to buy you new things."

I sighed, "You are such a brat! What did I find in you that I agreed to share your bed?..."

He grinned, "I have no idea, but I think we found chemistry, and I am very happy with you."

"So now what?"

"The truth? I'd like to have sex with you. After that, we'll go to buy you new things."

"HOW would you like to have me now?"

"What are the limits?"

"No limits. As long as you do not hurt me physically or emotionally, there are no limits."

"Are you familiar with a cowgirl position?"

I smiled, "It will be a pleasure to ride my boss."

Next, he lay on his back, and I climbed his body. I carefully sat on his erection and began playing horsy. Initially his eyes were mesmerized by my jiggling tits, but then his hands roughed them, and his pelvis countered my movements. I climaxed first, and he followed soon after. It was really enjoyable.

...

The trial month passed quickly. After work, our 'place' was the king size bed. We ate in bed, watched TV in bed, and had a lot of sex in bed. It turned out John repressed his passion for too long, and my arrival freed him to explore new horizons in this area. His sexual behavior resembled that of a 20 year old: Inquisitive, ready to experiment, everything goes... Our escapades expanded to do it on the soft carpet, on the kitchen table, the laundry machine, and on the open balcony. The positions included doggy, titfucking, and lately even anal. And everything I mentioned happened in only one month!

When the month was over, Johnny knelt on one knee and proposed to me. I agreed wholeheartedly. He bought me an engagement ring with a stunning 5 carat diamond. I had tears in my eyes and thanked him.

He suggested I'd stop working and prepare myself for a big wedding and then become a mother for his future children. On my last day at the office, some employees congratulated me, while other women were very jealous. The guys pretended to curse the boss for taking away their favorite beauty. I thanked everybody and left.

Subsequently, I completed the move to the big house and registered to the local sports facility. For our wedding, we invited 250 guests, out of which only 12 were from my side. The others included John's family, some other relatives, a few celebrities and many people who he had work relations with. It was too much for me: I had to wear an uncomfortable gown, smile a lot, dance with people I didn't know, and take a thousand photos. Eventually everything was over and I had a sigh of relief. After the wedding we went to bed, and for the first time in months, we didn't have sex before falling asleep.

...

I got pregnant with Matt in our second year together. We were elated: He was a cute baby, ate normally, grew normally, and very rarely got sick. I breastfed him for 6 months. John complained I preferred nursing our son than let HIM milk me, but it was just a joke. About a month and a half after Matt was born, John and I resumed our sexual encounters with renewed vigor.

During my pregnancy, my weight went up by almost 20 pounds, but 3 months after the delivery my weight was only 3 pounds above my initial one, mostly in my tits, which refused to shrink. Then I started again going 3 times a week to the health center and added twice weekly yoga classes. During these times, my elderly neighbor kept an eye on Matt and we paid her handsomely.

Two years after Matt was born, John and I discussed the possibility of having another child. He said, "Sonia, I love you and Matt. It's up to you if we have another baby." I wasn't sure about it and elected to let fate decide. I used no contraceptives and was surprised that after a year, I did not get pregnant. I went to my gynecologist, and she performed several diagnostic tests. Three weeks later, she notified me that I had multiple noncancerous tumors called Fibroids. Based on the sizes and location, the doctor was surprised Matt was even conceived and born. She notified me the likelihood of another baby was very remote. I was disappointed I may never be able to bring another child to the world, yet happy the tumors were not malignant. OK, if god (Or fate) decided on no more babies, we'd live happily just the 3 of us.

...

As Matt was growing up, John and I got settled down into our respective roles. He was spending much of his time at work and arrived home around 5 pm. Matt went to school and returned somewhat earlier. I waited for him and prepared a snack to keep his hunger in check until his father arrived and then I served dinner. Often I drove Matt to friends or for after school activities. I was proud of him: He was a good student, his body started to get his father's shape, and he had pleasant manners

At 16, Matt got his driver's license. John bought him a Honda Civic, and my driving him around was over. He spent less time at home as well. I missed chatting and seeing my son more often, but it was time for him to consider leaving the nest. John and I took advantage of Matt being so much out and rekindled our sexcapades. These were the good times.

However, as the saying goes: Everything good comes to an end. We were hit with a major disaster: One afternoon, rather than John arriving home, there was a soft knock on the door. Two policemen told me there was an accident involving 3 cars. John was one of the 2 casualties.

Matt and I were devastated. Hundreds attended the funeral. In the first week, I behaved like a zombie. I didn't care about food or dressing up and often burst into unrelenting cry. Matt was by my side most of the time and did whatever he could to make it easy on me, but I was inconsolable.

On the 7th day, he mumbled, "Mom, I have to return to school, otherwise I'll lose the year."

I said, "You are right. I love you, and you were terrific, but it's time for you to go back to your studies." I refused to have friends come by and gradually started to catch on.

One morning I told myself that John would hate to see me like that. I took a long shower, dressed nicely, and for an hour strolled in the nearby park. It gave me time to think. When I returned home, I called John's lawyer and asked him about my late husband's will. We arranged a meeting in his office the following day.

I arrived on time. He said he was sorry about John's demise, and read his will to me. In short, Matt would get $1,000,000 a year when he turned 21, and much of the money would go to different charities. The company and the rest of his wealth would all be mine. He requested me to be generous to the company's employees who were there for him in good times and bad.

I assembled the senior staff and announced, "Guys, you worked hard for my husband firm and I appreciate all your efforts. I cannot continue owning it since I know nothing about managing it or have the will to learn. I wish to sell it. Please come to me with a plan recommending how to do it and who to sell it to. Once you arrived to a conclusion, let me know it. Ten percent of the selling price I'll hand you to distribute it among the employees as you feel fit, and the rest will enter into my account."

All eyes were on me for a long moment, and then the most senior member said, "Ma'am, you know we loved your husband. It's not just that he owned the company; he built it and made it highly successful. He was a good and generous man. I think I represent the others around the table, saying that we agree that your idea is probably the best. Let us discuss the issue among ourselves, and we'll contact you and your lawyer when we find the best option."

Two weeks later, I was summoned again to the board room. I arrived with John's lawyer. The senior member showed me all kinds of numbers representing how the company was doing and it's market value. Much of what he talked about was over my head, but the lawyer assured me he understood everything and agreed.

In short, after selling the company and making the donations to charity, my total wealth was worth about 4 billion dollars (Yes, BILLION, with a B!). I was dizzy; one million dollars was a lot, and all of a sudden 4 billions?!...

...

For about a year, I busied myself reading, chatting, and exercising. My heart was empty: My prior emotions dried up, and I was numb. However, my physical needs, which were fulfilled to the rim when John was alive, began bothering me. I bought a set of sex toys and alternated them, but the relief was always very short. I started thinking about going online using a dating service, but Matt's 18th birthday was approaching, and I got distracted. He was in his senior year and was already accepted to a good college.

Matt told me he wished to celebrate it in our spacious basement, and planned to invite 6-10 of his best friends for a private party. It was his choice, and I agreed. As per his wish, I ordered food, cold drinks, and beers. Together we arranged sitting places, checked the large screen TV, and the music instruments. I helped him decorate the place and told him I wouldn't bother them, but I'd be upstairs in my room, in case he needed help with something.

Before the party, Matt asked me not to use my usual robe and dress up. I smiled to myself: He wanted to be proud of his Mom, so why not?

I wore a short red dress with matching color 2" heel shoes, put on a touch of red lipstick and looked in the mirror. I haven't done it in a long time. Tears poured as I remembered John asking me to dress sexily before going out.

When the time came, Matt's friends began showing up. All of them were in his class and were very tall. My son introduced me to the first 2 guys and then he took them downstairs. Later, one by one the others knocked on the door. I smiled at them and led them to the basement. Each one of them at one point ogled me with hungry eyes. It felt good: I still got it...

After the last guy descended downstairs, I went to my room and read for about half an hour. Then I walked to the bathroom. To my surprise, through the venting system I could hear the guys talking.

I peed, washed my hands, and was ready to leave when I heard one of the guys say, "Yes, Sidney Sweeney is hot, but I think Matt's Mom is even hotter."

I stopped and continued listening. Another guy commented, "Yes, she is a real MILF."

Matt chuckled and said, "Guys, stop that. She is my mother."

Another guy intervened, "So what? everything that was said only complimented her. Tell me the truth; don't YOU find her attractive?"

My son stuttered, "Yeees, but stiill..."

The first guy laughed, "I told you. I wish my mother was as sexy as yours. Matt, when you jack off, do you think about her or Lucy?"

Matt blurted, "Non of your business. Let's change the subject."

Then the boys began discussing football, and I exited the bathroom. So they thought I looked good and... sexy... Nobody addressed me that way in quite a while. My cunt became moist. I thought of closing my door and use my Jack Rabbit, but in the last minute changed my mind. I wore yoga pants and sports bra and did yoga poses in front of the mirror.

About 10 minutes into the session, I noticed slight movement by the door. I turned my head and saw one of Matt's friends standing there and watching me.

I smiled, "What happened? You got bored with your friends?"

He continued ogling me unabashedly and said, "We always talk about sports, and there is nothing new. I was looking for the bathroom and heard soft music, so I followed my ears. Seeing you perform so effortlessly these difficult poses is much more enticing."

"Honey, are you enjoying the moves, or your eyes inspect my body?"

He smiled mischievously, "Will you hate me if I say I like both?"

"I won't hate you."

"Do you mind if I continue watching your sexy body and the yoga?"

"Big boy, don't you think I am too old to be ogled by a teenager like you? Don't you have prettier spring chickens in your class?"

"We do have good looking girls, but I am more into mature ladies, and you just fit the bill."

I stopped posing and said, "It's a beautiful compliment that I'll cherish for years to come. However, you are too young. Try your luck again in a year or two."

He winked at me, "OK, ma'am. I got the message, but I assure you I'll try again." And then he left.

I stayed in my room, wondering if I forgot to close the door or if he entered uninvited with me not hearing him open the door. The whole scene was ridiculous, but it reminded me of Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. Seeing this young guy's eyes exploring my barely covered breasts sent shivers through my spine, and my labia moistened...

The thought that crossed my mind revolved around John, who was much older than me, and our sexual encounters were fantastic. Younger guys may be less experienced, but have more stamina. I was in urgent need to rescue myself from the drought I was in since my husband's death. Matt's classmate was naughty and shameless, but his overt innuendoes made me feel warm...

...

Monday was hot as hell. It was very unusual for San Francisco. I decided to go to the beach. I haven't been on a sea shore for a long time and a change may do me good. I grabbed a large towel, a water bottle, and suntan lotion, called an Uber, and arrived at Baker Beach.

I strolled along the beach from south to north. I crossed to the north part and reached the clothing optional area. It was less beautiful than the south part, but the Golden Gate was closer and looked more impressive.

I removed my cover and remained in my white bikini. Many years ago, I bought it to impress John. The bottom part fit snuggly, while my tits probably filled more since that time, and the top barely contained my D+ size. The sun's heat was becoming too much, and I began spreading lotion on my legs. As I did it, I saw a very young guy sitting not far away, with a towel on his thighs, looking in my direction. He smiled at me. I smiled back and continued applying the lotion. Then I heard him, "Lady, if you need my help to do your back, let me know."

I finished my legs and did my tummy, shoulders, and neck, but there were areas on my back I could not reach. I glanced at him and mumbled, "Will you do my back, please?"

"I'll be happy to." He stood up, and only then I saw he was naked! His penis was partially erect. If I had known it before, I wouldn't have asked him to help, but it was too late now. I lay on my tummy and handed him the suntan lotion. He began spreading it slowly. His hands were very gentle, and his touch felt more like caressing than rubbing. It was sensual. I closed my eyes and let his hands smear the oily stuff on my backside. Gradually, his tender touch turned into massaging the stuff into my skin. He knew what he was doing. I felt relaxed and even purred.

Suddenly, he blurted, "If you continue wearing the bra, you'll end up with strap marks. Better release the straps." And without waiting for my approval, he unclasped the bra. I resigned to his strong hands, which continued rubbing lotion all over my back. As I enjoyed the free massage, his hands gradually began moving from my spine to my sides. Once his fingers reached my side boobs. I gasped, but assumed it was unintentional and let him continue. His hands moved to my shoulders, rubbed the back of my neck, and returned to my back, again moving from center laterally. The massage was very erotic, and I felt my pussy getting damp. I sensed his fingers slowly aiming for my sideboobs again. Not having sex for too long and feeling his pleasant touch, I became horny and chose to see how and when he'd achieve his goal.

As predicted, his fingers again carefully caressed my sideboobs. This time, my respiration and pulse turned faster. The young stranger was the first guy touching me there since John's death. I became aroused...

Next, I lifted my upper body slightly. He took it as a hint of acceptance, and his large hands cupped my tits. I turned on my back to look at him. With my bra straps released, my boobs became fully exposed. And then I noticed his dick. It was stiff, and as long and thick as my forearm. It was the most enormous monster I've ever seen. I was hypnotized, and I could not take my eyes off this marvelous tool. He smiled, "Yes, lady. It is a big one, but your tits are much more interesting." Without permission, his palms began kneading my mammaries. Involuntary moans escaped my mouth.

Geez, a very young guy fondles my boobs on a public beach. Rather than reprimand him and ask him to leave, I am being played with like clay in his hands! My mouth refused to talk, and my body froze under his magic touch.

Next, he whispered, "I love your sexy body. It's perfect. You seem to like mine as well. How do you feel if we continue our little game in a more comfortable place? I have a room in a hotel nearby."

I still couldn't talk and stared at him blankly. He helped me up, tied my top on my back, and led me to his car. My head was spinning: 'Sonia, what are you doing? You know nothing about him. Run away!' but I couldn't. My legs followed him to his car. He drove his car to My Rosegarden Guest Rooms. He held my hand, and we crossed the entrance and arrived at the yellow room.

Then he put me on the bed's edge and smiled, "It's time to take off your swimsuit."

I just sat there. He moved behind my back, released my top, helped me stand up, lowered my bottom, and his eyes inspected my body as if I was a piece of meat in the market. My brain was torn between several contrasting emotions: Shame, arousal, confusion, and helplessness.

He gently pushed me to lie on my back and stood before my head. He gingerly pulled my face toward his raging beast and ordered, "Suck it!"

I was still in a daze and didn't react. Next, he aimed the spongy head onto my lips and pushed it inside. My lips gave up and soon the large helmet was engulfed by my lips.

"Now suck it like a good girl!"

I woke up from my delirium with his giant pole in my mouth. Even if I wanted to retreat, I couldn't. His powerful hands held the back of my head, pushing it in. I began bobbing the huge organ, praying not to choke on it.

He let me do it for a couple of minutes and then removed it from my mouth, spread my legs apart, and penetrated my pussy. I was wet, but he was enormous, and it hurt. I screamed, and he caressed my cheek and whispered, "Take it easy, lady. I'll stop here and allow your cunt to widen and adjust to my cock. Then I'll fuck you, and you'll see stars."

Gradually the pain subsided, and he started pounding my vagina. He was way bigger than John, but the way he intensified his strokes was miraculous. My arousal increased so fast, that I came very soon after he began. He didn't stop. His plowing became harder and merciless, and my orgasm turned into a convulsion. I screamed like crazy, feeling I was in heaven. I could faintly hear what he was saying, "Your body is an art, but you are such a slut, aren't you?"

By this time, I cared about nothing but to keep having his humongous thing drilling my pussy and never stop. I had no idea how I reacted and what I said back to him. He rode my shaking body, roughed my nipples, and even French kissed me. I rode the huge climactic wave and woke up hearing him shout, "Now take it, bitch!" and then I felt his prick flooding me with a stream of slimy goo. After cumming, his member remained rock hard and he continued relentlessly ramming my vagina viciously for another 5 minutes. When he was done, I was sweaty and trembling wildly. We rested for 20 minutes before going to the bathroom.

I washed my body and face, and looked at myself in the mirror. The face of a harlot with disheveled hair stared at me. I looked terrible, but my body felt energized like I hadn't felt in decades. The experience was humiliating, but my body loved it. It was tough to admit it, but I needed that...

I entered the room and saw the young guy still naked, smirking at me, "Ma'am, I had a lot of fun. I noticed you were also on cloud nine. I don't even know your name."

I mumbled, "It's Rebecca Ferguson. Look, I need to go home."

He smiled, "Mine is Hugo Lecter. I'd love to meet you again." He scribbled his phone number and gave it to me.

I dressed up, went out, called an Uber, and an hour later, I was back at home.

I lay in my bathtub for hours, thinking about what happened. Was I taken advantage of? Did I agree to everything? How did it happen that my climax was so powerful? Am I a slut now? Will I do it again?

So many questions and no answers. Yet...

(To be continued).