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A Cougar’s Awakening

Raven Black




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Preface



You know one of those moments when you're doing something stupid, and you know it's stupid but that doesn't stop you from being stupid and doing it? Well, that's the kind of moment I was having. My knees ached like a 45 year old woman's knees, but I can't complain.


I stroked this young man’s shaft pointing it down for my lips as I watched his pre-cum ooze with every pump. The saliva coated my tongue while anticipated his dick sliding down my throat.


I spread my pussy lips and cood while my middle finger pressed between them feeling the slick juices and warm tightness. Squeezing on his shaft I felt him flex back into my palm. It was like a flirtatious conversation between my hand and his 19 old cock that makes him weak in the knees. I lifted his cock to his tummy still working it like the seasoned veteran of this handshake that I am and extended my tongue. The tip of my tongue touched his left testicle as I licked down and around his ball. My pink lips tenderly cradled his ball before letting my tongue ran the length of his cock all the way to the ridge of his penis.


Mmmm...


"Ohmm… Amanda Mm!" He started.


My watering lips pressed and widen around the head of his cock as I tasted the honey I craved. Sucking and pulling my lips back on the head of his dick, I popped my lips causing enough pressure to make the young one bite his lip.


"Mmm," I slurpped at the saliva hanging at my lips my hand still working my saliva up and down his shaft. "No, Eric. I want you to call me, Mrs. Stewart. Hmm. Now come to mommy."

Chapter One



The week started with a sick day, which had been the usual as of late. The soreness from the surgery was gone now, but I was too used to four day weeks to go right back to five. The best part of calling in sick, though, was not being awake for Jeff's breakfast, though, he still felt the need to wake me up for a brief berating before he was off to work. It wasn't bad. Nothing out of out of the norm after 15 years of marriage to this slob.


"Ugly bitch, stupid bitch, fucking cunt..." It was his usual insults, but it was not fine. I wasn't like one of those battered wives on lifetime. No, he never hit me so it wasn't a big deal if he had to let off some steam. Jeff had a stressful job and he was the main bread winner of the family. So I owed him some slack


The rest of my day off alternated between reality tv trash shows and online shopping. My breasts had finally lost all of their irradiating pain that had slowly dissipated over the past few weeks since the boob job brought me up to a 40dd. My tits poured out of any bra I owned now, so I was due a little online shopping. For my age, I knew how attractive I was. Out of all my work friends I was the hottest and most popular, I knew. As I always was growing up. Flowing blond hair that hung just below my shoulders. My ass had rounded out some, but the older I became the more the fat seemed to find its way to my hips and thighs. Which left my tummy nice and taught- and now that these tits are done, my whole front is high and tight. I grinned at my reflection in my bedroom mirror. Turning from side to side and watching the angles change on my bare breasts.


Maybe Jeff's 30 second fuck will only be 15 seconds, now, I think. Bouncing up and down some, I watched my tits together in the mirror.


As I turned and watched my breasts sway, I noticed movement out the window beside me. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon I expected no one to have sight into my 2nd floor window, which is why I never bothered with curtains. But I did have a view over the privacy fence into Arlene's backyard and pool. And Eric, Arlene's youngest, did have quite the view of me.


I saw him staring at me before quickly turning away. He fumbled with his swimsuit trunks for a moment before diving into the pool. And I dove to the side of the window. Eric must be back home from college. Shit, if he tells Arlene, I'd never hear the end of it, I thought.


I clothed myself and hid my blushing face in kitchen as I prepared Jeff's dinner. All the while I rubbed my thighs together wondering if my tits made Eric stir in his trunks or not?


That's really gross to even wonder about, Mandy.


It was weird, I'll admit. I've known Eric since he was 10. I used to babysit for him while Arlene and her husband bowled. But still... it's not like he was my kid...


Jeff sent more cuss words over dinner and even more over beers while he watched the game. Fuck, assholes, dicks, low lives, idiots, bitches... most were meant for his incompetent coworkers, but some were directed towards me. But even so, the near run in with Eric left me moist and needing to be touched and I know Jeff wouldn’t get it done. Besides, beer and passing out on the couch was in Jeff's future tonight, as was most nights.


Work for the rest of the week slid by in a moist blur. I worked in HR, a dull field, but my entertainment came in the form of girl gossip and long lunches. On my first day back after the long weekend Arlene pulled me aside before I even got to my desk. I, being the nice lady I am, had gotten Arlene a job here a few years ago. Nothing on my level. More clerical work like a glorified secretary. Closer to quiet Deb's job than mine.


Why is this dumb skank upset? It was her damn son that was spying on me!


"Mandy!" Arlene whispered in the corner of one the dark conference rooms.


"Ok," I kept my eyes on my mocha late in my hand. "It was an accident."


"You're not going to believe this- wait, what?"


"What?" I back tracked carefully. "Wait what are you talking about?"


"Deb fucking quit. Like yesterday! Like in crazy fashion. In front of everyone," Arlene said wide eyed and grasping my hand in excitement. Arlene was like me in the since that we get wet when we have good gossip to tell. I could tell by her grip on my arm that this was a going to be good. "There's more! Oh my god. Just wait till lunch."


"What? Are you kidding?" I snapped. "You can't just not tell me now!"


"No, just wait, oh my god. Just wait."


"Mandy..." Tom called for me from his office in his annoyed voice. "Those copies I needed yesterday. Need them now..."


The morning hours dragged until finally I had my girl time at lunch. "In the office!?" I yelled. My face was stuck in pure shock for minutes. "No way, I don't believe it."


"For real!" Arlene said shoveling salad by the fork full into her mouth. "Like Deb came in like dressed ultra slutty. Like overdone everywhere- make up, tits hanging out-" Arlene stuttered a moment stealing a glance at my tits barely contained in my older bra. "Um. I mean, it was ridiculous. Anyways, so she quits right? And as she's cleaning out her desk, she stops and goes to the bathroom and Becky said Matt was already in there."


"Mmmhmm... He was," pudgy Becky said from across the table between mouthfuls of breadsticks.


"-And they were soo loud!" Arlene butted back in. "Like Deb was moaning like a hoe throughout the office."


"I can't believe I missed this... But with Matt?" I said making a face. Everyone had to cover their mouth to laugh at that. Matt was about the same age as Eric, but Eric was definitely better looking. But with Deb I guess that makes since.


In my flock of hens, Deb was the quite one. She always dressed in muted colors trying to cover her weight. She was the kind of woman you always had to tell her to speak up, because she talked so soft. Never did anything exciting or interesting...


"I think Matt quit that day, too," Becky speculated. "Maybe they got married?" She laughed.


"What a skank," I laughed.


"I know right!?" Arlene whispered through a smile. We spent the rest of lunch discussing how much of a desperate pathetic slut Deb must be. All the while, I felt a little insulted. It takes a lot of guts to pull that off. It’s bold thing to do. It felt like something I should have done. But it was Deb who did it.


The insult heated into a slow anger over the afternoon and was left at a boil all week. I would try to go about my work only to fail. Concentration no longer was an attainable thing. There was the faintest doubt sowed into everything I did. A nagging thought nibbled on my mind day in and day out. And to add to the annoyance, despite not even wearing a bra at night, Jeff never even came near me. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... nothing.


I would spend the evenings locked in the bathroom, molesting my body to no end. Every time I came close to cumming, the thought of Deb doing something I couldn't busted into my head and I lost it. By Thursday night, I was tipping on an edge of insanity. I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. I lied there all night trying. Turning from side to side with no success. As dawn came about I felt myself burned by the realization of the irrefutable truth…


This is not the life I wanted…


Young, beautiful, homecoming queen. Intelligent, confident, driven. I was all those things and more. The world was at my fingertips and I let it slip through the cracks into nothingness. I hitched my wagon to a man that barely moved. My job I settled in was one of convenience not excitement. I wanted to be famous and vacation on exotic beaches. And instead I’m a middle aged office worker who’s greatest achievement was buying a pair of tits for a shit husband who doesn’t even want her.

And this is my life for the next how many years? Quiet fucking Deb. Who knows what she’s doing.

Once Jeff was in the shower I stopped pretending to be asleep and texted my boss on Friday morning to let him know it was going to be another sick day I waited for Jeff to leave for work before sitting up in bed.


My pussy actually ached from fucking myself all week with no release. At this point I figured I was at the female equivalent of blue balls. I sat on the edge of my bed exhausted, frustrated, and, most of all, horny. Grinding my teeth and thinking about... of course, quiet fucking Deb.


Forget her fucking that boy- how's she going to pay her mortgage? Bills? Groceries?


She was single and has worked there for years as just a secretary. Did she get another job? Who is she to quit like that?


Her action and courage only stood as a bright shining example of my lack there of. I didn’t think I’d ever cum again. I didn't think I'd ever sleep, again. And then I saw motion outside my window. I peeked my eyes over the windowsill and saw Eric rubbing on sun tan lotion while he sat with his legs in the pool. I eyed him for a long minute. He'd always been quiet, too... kind of like Deb. Fucking forget about Deb! She shook her head some. He was taller- 6'3 maybe, and skinny. His tattoo on his ribs was something new. Tribal, unfinished, but large and jagged peaking around his back.


After several moments I realized how wet my right hand was and look down to see my palm had found its own way between my thighs. Well, maybe I can go over there?


It was a simple thought and before I had it and all my responses to his obvious questions, my swim suit was on and I was walking down the stairs.


This is not the life I wanted…


I had yet to buy a new swim suit so the black two piece that I wore looked more like postage stamps stretched over my round tits. With a last minute self-consciousness appearing before I left, I tossed one of Jeff's baggier white t shirts over my top as I went out the door. I was horny, depressed, and sleep deprived. Those pains are what got me to Arlene’s privacy gate. But it was a voice that got me to walk through the gate. A small voice deep in the recesses of my mind whispered the faintest words.


but it could be…


"Oh... Hi, uh, Amanda," Eric said still sitting on the side of the pool.


"Hi." I said biting my lip. "I uhhh... um. Wasn't feeling well today, stayed home from work, is Arlene here?"


"N-no, my mom's uh. Working," Eric said stealing several glances at my breastoutlining my white t shirt.


"Oh okay... umm... do you think it'll be alright if I take a dip with you? Think it'll make me feel better," I said already removing my t shirt.


"Umm yeah, okay. Of course, I mean." Eric said looking back at the pool as I dropped the shirt beside me.


"Good," I smiled with a devilish look, feeling the confidence of his stares. I snatched up the sun screen from next to him without asking and walked over to the pool chair already stretched out for sun bathing. It was nearly noon and like most days summer, it was hot and humid. With my back to Eric and a long squirt of sun screen in my hand, I smoothed it over my thick thighs down my calves and back up my hips. My hour glass hips were a little too wide for my taste, but I knew it caught the eyes of men and Eric was no exception. He couldn't even look away.


"Eric?" I said over my shoulder while I flipped my hair behind me. "Can you put some sunscreen on my back?" I laid down face first before he could respond.


"Yeah, umm..." He came and stood over my back with the bottle of lotion in his hand.


I shouldn't be surprised on my affect I have on young men still. Just look at me.


"Umm... are you sure?"


"Of course I am, honey," I said. I heard the squirt and felt his hand begin to caress my back gently. Afraid to touch too hard or I may break. I pulled my hair to the side and let him get my shoulders. When his hands came to my neck I felt something press on the back of my thigh then quickly pull back and couldn't help but release a playful coo. When he finished, I felt him move to leave but he stopped when I turned over to my back.


Adjusting the black piece of cloth covering my right nipple I squinted up into the sun, "now can you help me with my stomach." I couldn't help but smirk as I said the words. It was palpable how uncomfortable he was.


This is like a scene from one of those pornos, I mused in my head.


He didn't even respond to my ask but just began applying more to belly. He half sat on the seat beside my thighs as his hands rubbed up and down my ribs and center. My eyes bounced between his eyes and his white swim trunks to see what they hid. Through the bright sun I couldn't see much. "Thanks, hun." I said grabbing the bottle of sunscreen. "Let me see your hand."


I poured more into his hands, noticing that despite his broad shoulders and size he still acted like the child I baby sat, but his harry arms and large hands were that of a man's. My eyes adjusted as I saw him watch carefully what I did with his hand. I moved his slick palm to my left breast and slid it under my thin bra, and had him cup my warm breast. Coating it in the lotion and circling it in his palm I whispered, "be gentle with them, hun," while biting my lip.


He sat stunned in a trance as I guided his other hand to my right breast and had him grope and fondle my over flowing breasts. I was a fantasy come to life for him, I smiled.


"Mmmm..." I gasped as I raised my hips and lowered it. "I'm sorry, but this is the first time someone's felt my new breasts, baby, don't they feel good?"


Eric didn't answer at first, then he stuttered out, "y-yes."


My hands grasped both of his, I had him squeeze both my tits under my top and felt myself nearly cum there, "Ohh..." I twisted my hips as I slid his palms down my center. By the time his hands found themselves at my thighs, my legs were wide open. Pulling my bottom to the side, I helped him push two fingers inside my warm, dripping pussy. Arching my hips and grabbing my own tits while mashing them together, “don’t stop!” I groaned.

As if awaiting my order I felt his strong fingers pull out then push, inside me. I heard my pussy squish with every thrust of his finger. "Ohh don't stop-no ah!" I pulled his left hand that was doing nothing and moved it to my breast. He squeezed without needing being told, like a good boy. "Oh fuck me yes- finger- yes!" I felt his two fingers penetrate deep and drag down the roof of my pussy. My thighs clapped together and my torso jutted upright making heavy tits bounce in front of me as I came. "Ohhh Eric- fuckmmmm..."


When I opened my eyes and my thighs relaxed I immediately snatched Eric's neck and pulled him in tight, kissing him. The whole thing seemed to take him by shock as his face was stiff at first but he became loose while my hands jerked at his trunks. Within moments he was on his feet and his trunks were on the ground.

Chapter Two



"Ohmm. Amanda? Mm!"


My watering lips press and widen around the head of his cock as I taste the honey I want. Sucking and pulling my lips back on the head of his dick, I pop my lips causing enough pressure to make the young one bite his lip.


I know how stupid this is. He is my friend’s son. If I am caught. If he tells...


"Mmm," I slurpped at the saliva hanging at my lips. "No, Eric. I want you to call me, Mrs. Stewart. Hmm. Now come to mommy."


I parted my lips as I felt the head of his cock drag on the roof of my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. Mmmm... He was average in size but he was so hard, I forgot how it felt to have a young cock flex in my mouth.


My tongue lapped at the head of his cock over and over, before sliding my lips down as far as I could on his shaft and back up twice. My lips worked his shaft up and down. My eyes closed and I was lost in his taste. Moaning at the feel of his throbbing cock dragging down my tongue. I was lost in the moment as I realized this was meant for him but I can’t imagine him being more turned on than me right now. "Mmmmm... good now. Sit."

I had him sit where I lied at and I throw a leg over his hips. By the time the notion hits me that he should get a condom, I already feel the head of his cock penetrating my pussy. Slowly hanging over him I squatted on the head of his cock. Teasing it. My breasts spilled out of my bikini. Finally I worked my hips down so I feel him inside me. "Mmmm..." I took both his hands and had them grab my ass. "Ohh fuck, baby. Do you want to fuck Mommy?"


"Mm what?" Eric asks in a daze.


I leaned forward letting my blond hair drape down my face. As I did I felt his dick flex and press inside my pussy. “Do. You. Want. To. Hmm,” I had to close my eyes to keep from losing myself. My breasts smooshed into his bare chest and I bit my lip just inches from his. “Mmm… Fuck. Mommy?”

“Y-Yes,” he stuttered like a boy, again.


I raised and lowered my thick hips down slowly on his cock. Arching my back as I can't seem to focus. I panted while opening my mouth but no sound would come out.


when I felt his fingertips grip my ass as he bucked his hips up I knew there was no going back.

This is soo wrong! Mmm but it feels so good. Fuck, I love his feel in me...


“Oh my god!” My nails dug into his chest as I fucked down on him faster. My tits bounced freely from my bikini.


You used to make him snacks mmm... now your pussy his dripping on his cock... I wonder how Jeff would feel, seeing my cunt stuffed like he never could...


A smirk grew across my lips. "Mmmmmmmm!!" I growled loudly forcing my pussy down on his lap as I grinded vicious circles on his lap. Imagining his young cock cumming inside this cougar's cunt. And with that thought it was there.


“Oh my god! Oh my, I- fuck me now, I'm gunna cum- more more!" I screamed.


"Yes!" Eric groaned. I slammed my ass down on his lap hard enough to shake the chair. "Yes Mommy!"


"Yes!! God yes uughhh!" My tits bounced violently smacking each other as I fell into Eric's chest in a silent scream of a moan. My body tensed. My thighs and arms suck in holding my breath. Till finally with a gasp, "Ohhh my goddd..." I cried out letting my body turn to jelly.


Lifelessly, I raised my hips and I felt Eric's hard cock fall out of me. "Ohhh my god... baby mmm..." I moaned into his chest as I reached down to grab his cock. "Mmm..."


"Mmmm... come here," I said as I stood and nearly fellfrom my legs giving out. He followed like a good boy as I walked to a brown privacy fence a few feet from the pool and rest against it with my head. Resting my forehead against the wooden fence I stuck my ass out, grazing it from left to right across Eric's cock behind me. "Mmmmm... I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me... mmmm.. I want you to cum in me, baby."


Eric's warm hands slid up my hips guiding to my breasts. I felt his palms caress and cup under my tits squeezing as the head of his cock teased my pussy lips, lining up. He pushed inside me and it was like a wave crested over my mind. I drowned in euphoria as his thrusts turned harder and his grip tighter on my body. "Ohh jesus..." My hand cupped over his grabbing at me, the wooden fence.


"Fuck-fuck Fuck!" I cried louder. "Yes! Don't sto- ohhhh godddd..." The wet thrusts pound in my cunt. My huge tits bounced with every buck. "Cum in me. Cum in- Ahhh!"


Eric grabbed a mess of my blond hair, torqueing it back while his cock pounds me sore. I clamped one of Eric’s hand down hard on my left breast.


"God" Eric grunted. “Mrs. Stewart”


"Yes cum cum in me yes!" The words spilled out of me without thought. "Fill me up baby! Cum. Cum now!"


"Oh god!" Eric grunted as I looked back at him. His teeth snarled and his squinted eyes rolled back to the sky.


"Yesssssss!" My voice broke and I felt him flex inside me. With my hands braced against the fence I brushed my ass back and forth against him until I felt his cock fall from me.


When I stood straight I felt his cum already oozing from me. I turned to cup his cheek and his face fell to my cleavage.


"Mm mm mm, good boy," I commended him. With the sun beating down on us and the clear pool beside us, I thought of what we may do next.


But then a noise came from the house. Arlene's house. The noise was of a door slamming.








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By R. Black



The roads clear up as I leave the downtown scene and get away from the Saturday night traffic while the sun sets. I don't know where I'm driving. I'm not going home, I'm going away. Far away. I slow to a stop at the red light before turning on to the interstate. That's where I see him hunched over beside the road with back pack resting between his knees. He's a young man, maybe 19 or 20 years old. Lots of things strike me about him. He's a fit boy, muscular, and tone. His brown hair is matted and sweaty. More sweat spots showing through his t-shirt.


He's been walking for a while in this heat.


It is in the mid 80's still, as it cools down this evening. Not nearly the hottest for Alabama, but still is taxing over time. But the thing that strikes me the most about this boy, is the solemn expression on his face. His defeated look. He looks like he's tired. He looks... He looks like he could use a chair... I roll down my passenger window nearest him.


What the fuck are you doing, Debra? You know you're not supposed to- He could be a serial killer, drug dealer, fucking rapist. You don't fucking give rides to hitchhikers, idiot.


"Always with the rules, always with the rules..." I whisper to myself as the light turns green. "Hey... Hey!" The boy looks up, dazed as he leaves his thoughts. He comes to my window. "You uh- you need a ride?"


A horn blows behind me, raising a panic inside my stomach. I don't like to keep people waiting. I'm not good with inconveniencing others. I look back as he does and wait for him to respond.


Fuck. He's gunna ask where you're going? Where the fuck are you going?


He hesitates a moment looking at me, watching me. I see his eyes follow my straight, brown, highlighted hair down to my shoulders, and I watch his eyes linger for a moment at the curve of my breasts. It makes me fidget with my fingers, nervous like.


Just before I try to drive off and cut my losses, he opens the passenger door sliding in his pack in with him. I quickly turn the steering wheel and enter the freeway, subconsciously hiding in my seat as I receive angry looks from the cars behind me passing.


"Thanks," I hear the young man mumble without looking.


"No problem, um, Where you heading?" I ask trying to adjust my seat belt so it doesn't choke my right breast. My auto adjustments begin on their own. Pulling my skirt down to my knee to cover my pale thighs, straightening my back so my love handles disappear some, and sucking in my stomach. I've done it for so many years that it comes without thought.


He pulls his phone out of his pocket looking at the screen.


He's got the new phone, same as me, I notice.


He rubs his forehead and sighs, "it uh- it doesn't matter. I don't care..."


At least he's going to the same place I'm going.


We drive for 20 minutes or so, watching the sun lower in the sky. I think about introducing myself a few times but the silence feels right. Him sitting there isn't awkward to me as most people are, but... fitting. His clothes are new and his skin is clean. He is done with this life as much as I am. I picture him as a college student, maybe a baseball or football player. He has a calm energy about him, but it feels like a mask over a storm down below.


My mind wanders and I welcome the distraction from my night. Mostly to men. It has been over 7 years since I've had anything that remotely fit into a category of a boyfriend. The thought of a man finding me sexy anymore doesn't occur to me. I figure my time has passed. My mother likes to repeat that this is part of aging in womanhood- losing that desire. But something in the scent coming from this boy awakens a curiosity of thoughts. It isn't body odor coming from him, but a mix of a strong men's body wash, sweat, and something else I can't put my finger on. A smell a 40 year old office worker doesn't notice often.


"I'm- sorry, I uh, I'm not really going anywhere," I say. "I don't know where I'm going I just- something happened and I just uh- I'm leaving- I'm going somewhere else..."


He looks at me then back out his window to watch the warm reds and soft blues of the sky.


"I'm sorry, my name's Debra, by the way," I fidget.


"I'm John," he speaks. "And you don't have to keep apologizing. You're the one giving the ride... Thanks, again."


"Sorr-" I start to say then stop, laughing nervously. "Us older ladies don't talk to you younger guys too often." I watch him for a reaction to my age comment. He glances a look at my chest, again, eyeing my 32g breasts. His hand moves to the crotch of his pants, pulling, and adjusting.


"We don't need to talk," John says folding his arms. I close my mouth from what I was about to say. Doing my best keep him from feeling uncomfortable. I hear his phone vibrate in his pocket and he takes it out, reading the screen.


"Fuc... mother... goddamn," John whispers to himself through clenched teeth. Shaking his head, he shoves his phone hard into his pocket. "Nothing mat... Nothing matters... It just doesn't," John mumbles convincing himself. He glances at me, "Sorry, I'm-" he cuts himself off as he looks me down, again.


I try to think of something to say, but can't come up with anything that doesn't start with an apology. We sit in a different silence for a minute as I move to pass a semi-tractor ahead. I feel him thinking and fidgeting. The message he read on his phone changed him, somehow. I feel the heat from his body fill the vehicle as if he just transported the rest of him into here. I look in my left mirror as I merge into the fast lane and feel a warmth on my right inner thigh. I turn slowly and see John's left hand held against the middle of my thigh, under my skirt.


His hand is on my thigh! His hand is on my fucking thigh!













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