by Duckegg Blue
Jason pushed me back into his house and once in his hallway, he slammed the front door with his foot.
I watched in amusement as he started to strip off, right there. First his t-shirt went over his head and then he was un-buttoning his khaki pants.
I smiled, delighted by the sight of his rock hard body, but didn’t move from my position near the front door.
“What are you doing, Jason?” I asked, watching him pull his blue boxer shorts down.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mrs Jones.”
I raised my eyebrows at him and smirked, “Well, we are being rather cocky now, aren’t we now?”
I walked over to him slowly and started to un-button my pink silk blouse, “You know that cougars always take charge, even when young men think they are the ones with the power?”
I ripped the blouse off my body, showing my black push up bra underneath. My breasts were spilling over the top, barely contained by the tiny bit of lace.
I looked at his turgid cock pointing at me like an arrow and I grabbed it with both my hands.
“Arrggh shit, Mrs Jones! I’ve been desperate for you to touch me for so long,” he yelped, his body almost bending over in ecstasy as I stroked his length.
“And have you been dreaming about my lips wrapped around your shaft too, young man?” I demanded.
“Yes, yes! I want to fuck your mouth,” he cried.
I looked at Jason’s thick, hard cock in front of me and knelt down. First I licked his balls and took them one at a time in my mouth and sucked gently.
Jason’s body bucked slightly at the first warm touch of my lips and he moaned, “Fucking hell. That feels so good.”
I nibbled my way up slowly to the base of his shaft and licked him with the flat of my tongue from bottom to almost the top, like a delicious ice cream cone. My hands took hold of his balls and gently squeezed. I pressed the tip of my tongue along the ridge, just under his cockhead and swiped all around it.
I could see some pre-cum and licked that off and swallowed it down. He tasted salty and earthy. I pressed my tongue in the slit on the top and prodded it gently.
“You’re driving me insane, Mrs Jones,” Jason groaned loudly. His hips started thrusting, his cock seeking a warm cave to dive into. I blew cold air to the tip of his wet member.
“Swallow me whole,” he pleaded.
I put his bulbous cockhead inside my mouth and took him far down my throat, sucking him strongly. One hand was fondling his balls, the other was now gripping his hot shaft and stroking him firmly.
I could tell that Jason was on the verge of coming and he grabbed my hair and started to thrust his hips in and out of my mouth.
I released him quite suddenly and stood up.
“You’re not going to pump your seed inside my mouth. You haven’t even made me cum yet, young man,” I exclaimed in annoyance.
Jason’s eyes snapped open and he looked quite befuddled.
“Come along, it’s time for you to really service this cougar of yours.”
I strutted over to the stairs, further down the hallway and pointed to it.
“Get on the stairs. I want you sitting down,” I demanded.
Jason looked a little apprehensive, but he came over and sat down on the fourth step, with his feet still on the ground and his legs wide.
I climbed over him and straddled his face. My knees were on the step by his head and my hands reached out to hold onto the sides of the wall. It was a bit of a balancing act, but I was good at circus performing.
“Right, I want you to lick me clean and make me cum. I know that’s what you wanted to do when you saw me with Liam the other day,” I teased.
His eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. I could hear his breath quickening.
I ground my pussy onto his face and he didn’t hesitate to lap me up. “That’s it, young man. Keep going and don’t stop until I tell you,” I urged.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious sensation of his thick, hot tongue stroking my folds, probing my pussy hole and licking my clit.
“Now stick two fingers inside me and fuck me hard with them.”
My orgasm was building fast. All those weeks of sexual deprivation had made my body overly sensitive, and within minutes, spasms were starting in my pussy and spreading out towards my thighs and stomach.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good, young man. I’m cuming. That is so fucking good.”
I screamed and collapsed down on top of Jason, slightly dazed by how quickly I had come.
“Can I cum inside you now, Mrs Jones?” asked Jason politely.
Gah, I did love a young man with manners. “Yes, but give a lady a chance to recover, will you?” I murmured.
My legs were a little shaky when I moved them from the side of Jason’s face and lowered myself down a few steps so that my pussy hole was directly on top of his cock.
I took hold of his rigid length and smoothed it over my clit. His pre cum added extra moisture to my slick folds.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Jason and only because I want to,” I said and proceeded to sit down on him hard and fast. I gasped at the exquisite sensation of his huge cock driving into me.
He moaned loudly and started thrusting his hips up, while I bounced down hard on top of him.
“That’s it, boy. Pound me hard. This pussy hasn’t been serviced in so long. I need you to fill me up.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Mrs Jones. Fuck, I’m going to cum soon,” he panted hoarsely.
I had a self-satisfied smile on my face as I milked him for all he was worth.
Jason’s release came seconds later and he grunted and shouted, while spilling all his potent seed inside me.
Towards the end of my climax, I threw back my head and screamed. My second orgasm was as just as earth shattering as the first and my internal walls clenched down hard on Jason’s cock, sucking him in further.
This young man really knew how to satisfy a cougar and I felt elated and sated.
Part XIV
Back home again, I found Robert sat at the kitchen table, trying on a wig in front of a mirror.
“Darling Robert, how are you?”
He turned to look at me and smiled. His wig was on all wonky. I walked over to help him straighten it. It was a long black wig, similar in style and colour to my own hair.
“Let me help you get this on properly, dear. There you go. Much better.”
I leaned over his shoulders to stare at us both in the mirror.
“We look like twins,” he guffawed.
“Yes, but you’re so much prettier than I am,” I laughed.
“How did it go with Jason?” he asked me kindly.
“Hmmm, it was good. I also went shopping. I bought you a dress.” I pointed to the shopping bags by the kitchen door.
Robert turned to look at me with glowing eyes, “Did you scratch that itch of yours, dear?”
“Hmmm, yes for the time being, darling,”
Robert smiled a sweet smile and patted my arm lovingly.
“Very good, dear. Very good. Let’s put the kettle on and have a cup of French Early Grey tea, shall we?”
The End.
Authors Note
I first wrote about Mrs Jones and her exploits in "Cougar Adventures." I loved the character so much that I decided to bring her back in "Cougar Games", but this time her personal situation was drastically changed.
I really hope you enjoyed this character and if you have not read "Cougar Adventures", please check it out on Amazon.
Thank you, as always for your support.
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