Matt arrived at the house early asking for my son Roger who wasn’t back from football, so I did the next best thing and invited him in, gave him a drink and sat him down on the sofa while making small talk.
I wasn’t exactly dressed for entertaining young men like Matt and I was acutely aware of the way he gazed at my body; catching him staring at my breasts that my swimsuit did little to hide.
I was relieved when he asked to use the toilet and I decided to get changed as soon as I had cleared up a few things in the kitchen; like the vibrator I was using before the doorbell rang.
I was on my way to my bedroom when I noticed the toilet door was open and the room unattended. I hadn’t noticed Matt anywhere downstairs and my eyes opened wide on entering my room. On the bed was Matt, his stiff cock in his right hand and a pair of my severely wet knickers in his left. My mouth fell open but I said nothing, I just stared at him, sniffing them.
He practically jumped out of his skin when he noticed me standing there – watching him. He covered himself as best he could, he hid my knickers under his thigh and he continued to stutter and spurt out why he was so sorry.
So sorry – my arse, I thought.
And then – I did something an older woman shouldn’t do.
I smiled and walked towards him, not a get-out-of-my-room kind of walk but a slow, sexy kind of walk; a horny kind of walk. I pulled the straps of my swimsuit off my shoulders and by the time I had reached the young man they were dangling free; the fabric clinging just enough to hide my voluptuous breasts from view.
“Take your hand away,” I told him.
“Wh…what?”
“Take your hand away and play with it. I want to watch.”
Matt looked dumbfounded but complied with my commanding tone of voice.
And then – I slipped my top down and revealed my bouncing breasts to his gaze.
His eyes opened wide and his hand grasped his cock harder. It was like he was caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, waiting to get run over.
And then – I lifted my breasts with both hands and started to play with them, leaning forward slightly and wiggling them to-and-fro. I pulled back when his free hand started to move towards them and I scolded him for trying to touch them. Once more, he blurted out his pitiful sorry.
“Wank for me, I want to see you spurt.”
Matt started to masturbate, but his eyes never left the deep cleavage of my breasts. I let them go and shook my body from side to side to let him see how they moved when unfettered.
And then – lifting one breast to my mouth I sucked on my growing nipple. Matt had amazement written all over his face. I released my nipple and started to lick it before raising the other one to repeat the action. By the time I had finished, my nipples were poking from the end of my breasts like miniature bullets.