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Nancy was cleaning up the family cabin for her son and his friends to spend a weekend fishing. The lake was great for hiking around, and her husband said there were some big fish in there. Her husband, Hank, had asked why bother cleaning up the cabin for a bunch of k**s.

Nancy was fastidious with keeping house, and couldn't bear the thought of her son and his friends sleeping there with cobwebs in the corners. It was the thought of their mothers finding out that motivated her. She had been right, the men hadn't cleaned it out for months. They could afford to hire a cleaning squad, but there was no time, so she set to work cleaning the cabin up.

Reggie was her friend's teenage son and arrived with the beer. He quietly walked into the cabin, with the cans, cautious not to reveal them to, "Miss Careful". Although she was a MILF, no one dare make a joke about it, as she was so pedantic, and straight.

For that reason, her son Michael was pleased to get away from home for a couple of days, and just hang out relaxing.

That's why Reggie brought the beer. No one was around, so he quietly put the beer behind the coach. He pulled off his wet clothes, while looking around the bunk, looking for the best bed. He picked his clothes off the floor, ready to dump them into the washing machine. The wind and rain outside meant the friends would just sit around drinking, eating, and having fun.

Nancy was in a small cupboard off the kitchen, they laughingly called a utility room. She was transferring some towels from a washer to a dryer. There were no more dirty jobs to be completed, so she removed the overall and pushed it into the washing machine. She would be ready to leave as soon as they turned up, when she would give them instructions on how to behave, and what to do there.

Reggie found some other clothes neatly folded on one of the beds. He picked them up with his own, and decided to put the lot in the washer. He headed toward the kitchen, and the small utility room. He knew the layout of the place, as he'd been fishing with his friend and the guy's dad.

Nancy heard him knock against something in the kitchen, but before she could warn him she was there, Reggie lumbered into the small room.

'Sorry, Mrs Wells, I didn't see you there. I just need to put these clothes in the washer,' Reggie apologised.

'No, don't come in, I'm not dressed,' she said, only it was too late, the boy was right behind her.

'Sorry, Mrs Wells, I'll just do this and I'll be gone,' he said, while pressing himself up against her bottom.

He couldn't resist the cute bottom he'd often admired, as all the guys did when around at his friend's house.

'Careful Reggie, there's not much room in here,' Nancy warned.

Nancy was bending over in the laundry room, trying to unblock the washing machine filter. Reggie rushed in wearing his shorts, and nothing else. She was right, there wasn't enough room for two. He'd seen the MILF's cute bottom, and couldn't stop himself getting close.

The door conveniently slammed behind him, locking them in.

'Oops! Sorry, Mrs Wells, I left the front door open. A breeze slammed this door closed,' he needlessly said.

'Don't move, I need some space to stand,' she told him. 'Can you move back a bit, your too close,' she scolded him.

In the confined space of the laundry room, he was pressing against her upturned bottom. It wouldn't have been so bad, except she was only wearing underwear.

The overall was in the washer, and somehow she would have to get it out of the machine and put it on. With him so close, she was feeling uncomfortable.

'I'll get the light,' he said.

He was squirming around looking for the switch, and innocently rubbing himself against her bottom. It was then she realised he was rubbing against her panties, and he wasn't wearing anything much.

'What are you wearing, Reggie?' she asked, sounding pissed.

'My shorts. I'll just put my clothes in the washer, it'll free up my hand,' he said.

He knew where the clothes came from now. They hadn't been left there by someone unkown, they were Mrs Wells' clothes. Damn! She was a real eyeful, and this was the first time he'd seen her almost naked. He needed to find that light switch as he couldn't see her in the dark.

'Okay, job done,' he said, and shut the door on the machine. 'I can't find the light switch,' he said.

'It's OK!' she quickly said.

He smiled to himself, on figuring both their clothes were now in the machine. They could stay there as far as he was concerned. He could feel she wasn't wearing much, but couldn't see her, though he could feel her. The image of her bottom stuck with him, burnt into his brain forever.

'If you stand up there'll be more room,' he said.

'I can't, I'm stuck,' she pointed out.

'Oww, stop!' she complained.

He'd grabbed her waist and pulled, banging her head against a shelf. The shelf was useful for folding clothes, but in the way when trying to unblock the washing machine.

With the pain subsiding, she realised he still held her tight. He'd stopped as instructed, but that is all. Her bottom was pulled closer to him. So much so, she could feel a lump in his shorts pressing between her cheeks. Damn! Her friend's son was too close for comfort. He leaned over her, pressing close, feeling for her head, to find out why she couldn't stand.

'A shelf is in the way. If I pull you back as far as I can, you can stand,' he said.

'Just do whatever you need to do. Then get the damn door open!' she grimaced.

'Hey!' she hissed.

The damn boy had gripped her waist, and pulled her up. With her head under the shelf he'd bent her in two. Her bottom was pressed firmly against his hardness. It felt like a large roll pressing between her cheeks. Surely he couldn't be interested in an old woman of thirty-eight, for surely she was too old for him to be interested.

Though, maybe anything would excite an eighteen-year-old.

'Stop that. You're shaking me up and down!' she said, with rattling teeth.

It was a good job he couldn't see her breasts jiggling around. They were under her, while he pulled and shook her.

'Let me down, this isn't going to work,' she pointed out.

'Sorry, didn't mean to make it worse,' he apologised.

'What are you doing now?' she hurriedly asked.

'Looking for the light switch,' he explained.

'No! Leave it. Let me get my breath back,' she said.

When he lifted her, the panties caught on something and were pulled down. Not much, but enough to be embarrassing, if he switched on the light. He'd look down at her and see the top half of her bottom. All that fidgeting around had rubbed his hardness in her crevice.

He had his shorts on, but she was beginning to believe all this was on purpose. Had he seen her in the utility room, and shut them in on the spur of the moment?

'Can you feel the door handle behind you?' she asked.

'Yea, it's in the small of my back. I can't reach it,' he said.

He'd tried, and that meant wriggling around again. When he pushed up with his hips, his cock had caught in her panties. Keeping very still, she hoped they would be pulled up a little. No luck, they were pushed sideways. One of her cheeks was bare!

'Can you turn around and reach behind me? You could twist the door handle then,' he advised.

'I'll try,' she mournfully said.

Moving her bottom one way then the other did no good. Not for her anyway. She'd just rubbed her bottom over his cock.

'Wait a minute, I've got to adjust my shorts,' he told her.

What now!

Feeling his hands on her bare ass, was dreadful. To be fair, he'd adjusted his shorts, by pulling them up. There was no room between them, so his hands had to rub against her bottom. It was her fault it felt so nice, not his.

Her panties were now rolled down to her thighs. If she tried to pull them up he would know what she was doing, and they were so close, her hand would have to rub against his cock. The last thing she wanted was for her cheeks to be sprayed with a young boy's cum!

Bending further forward, with hands outstretched, she fell between the two machines.

'I'm stuck!' she shouted.

There was no need to raise her voice in that small room, but panic was taking over.

He groped around in the dark, until finding her. He put his arms around her and lifted.

Damn! His hands were gripping her breasts! At least he was pulling her out from between the machines. Like this she couldn't defend herself, with both arms trapped at her sides. It was also very hot between the two machines, and she was feeling dry.

As he lifted, she felt her bra caught on something, then a pinging sound. Damn! Her bra had unclipped itself.

'Stop! Please!' she croaked.

'What's happening, Mrs Wells?' he asked.

'Nothing, nothing much. Can you try again, but slowly,' she said.

He pulled her up without a sound, except their heavy breathing. No ripping sound this time, but the bra was dangling. Except where he held onto her breasts.

'You can let me go now, Reggie,' she whispered.

Feeling her bottom slide down the length of his penis, she just accepted it. Her panties were rolled around her thighs, and were all she wore. Her mind was turning to mush. The heat was bad enough, but it had to be admitted, arousal was sending the wrong messages to her brain.

'Don't turn on the light, Reggie,' she purred.

Trying to sort herself out, she took deep breaths. Smelling her own arousal didn't help.

'We're dehydrated, Mrs Wells. We need water, and cooling down,' he said.

Reaching past her, he was pressing tight against her back, and bottom. Especially her bottom with his big penis. She leant forward to help him reach the tap, but it was a mistake bending even just a little. His cock nestled in her crack, as though it belonged there.

'I've found the laundry scoop. There's water in the machine, is that because it broke down? We can't drink it, but it will cool us off,' he said.

Unable to think of what to say, she said nothing. Maybe it was a good idea. She felt the water splashed over her, and did feel cooler. Unable to raise her hands from below the shelf, she let him get on with it.

'It's soapy water,' she said.

'Yes, it's from the washer,' he said. 'Is that alright? You're not allergic to it are you?' he urgently asked.

'Don't think so,' she answered.

'I'd better rinse you off, just in case,' he said.

His hands scooped her arm, pulling water from the skin. He did the same to her other arm. Realising what he was doing she opened her mouth to stop him. Too late, his hands went around her to scoop water off her front.

'Oh! Mrs Wells, you're naked!' he said, sounding surprised.

'It happened when you lifted me out from the machines, my bra got ripped,' she defensively stated, needing to justify being naked.

'Sorry, Mrs Wells. I'll finish you off, then I'd better get us out of here,' he said.

He finished squeezing her limbs and torso. Even her breasts, and her mound. He'd got most of the soapy water from her, leaving her feeling sexed up like a bitch in heat.

With little room to move, she bent over the shelf, pushing her bottom at him. Rising on tiptoe, she felt the head of his cock nudging her pussy, or was she manoeuvring over it.

'It's hot in here, I'm so damn hot. I need cooling down,' she huskily breathed.

Her hand went behind her, searching for her panties. She fumbled and hooked a finger in his shorts, pulling them down a little.

'What are you doing?' he asked.

'Trying to unravel my panties. Or maybe not. What's this?' she asked.

'It's my penis, Mrs Wells,' he nervously spoke.

Damn! Mrs Wells had just brushed his penis and he almost spurted his load. How would it be to spunk over her pretty ass. Damn! She was a terrific MILF, and he was so close. Of course he dare not do it to her. The woman was his friend's mom, and his mom's friend. A sort of friend, as his dad worked for Mr Wells. It would get him in so much trouble he dare not go further than this.

How fabulous was it for her to touch his cock, and to rub it between her cheeks? That was enough for a dozen fisting sessions, while thinking about it.

'Keep that thing well away from me. I can't reach, and I can't bend over. You'll have to pull them up,' she stated.

'What? Sorry Mrs Wells, what did you say?' he asked.

Maybe boys did have trouble thinking when there penis was up.

'Pull my panties up, I don't want any accidents,' she tersely spoke.

'Err, no, I mean, err, yes, okay,' he murmured.

His hands weren't shaking but they were difficult to control. She said nothing when he ran them up the outside of her thighs, found her panties, unravelled them, and pulled them into place.

Feeling him pulling them from between her cheeks, she told him off.

'That will do! You're being far too intimate with my body, especially for a boy,' she haughtily spoke.

With a hand between her legs, she reached behind her and pulled the material from between her cheeks. Because he was so close, the back of her hand rubbed his penis, but she ignored that.

'If I get you straightened up, you can reach behind me to open the door,' he said.

The boy was pressing up against her bottom, and she wondered how necessary that was.

'Alright, but please try to keep away from me,' she said, without much hope.

Again he wrapped his arms around her, grabbed hold of her breasts, now bare, and pulled her up his body. She was folded in two, trying to avoid the shelf. It was a difficult manoeuvre and she was lucky to be so slim.

'Just a bit more,' he said.

He had a good hold on her breasts, and again she wondered if that was necessary. Still, if it meant getting out of this nightmare, she was prepared to suffer a little.

'Are you above the shelf?' he asked.

'Yes, I am, thank you, Reggie,' she said, sounding as though she meant nothing of the sort.

Now upright, she was ready to help open the door. He turned her around to face him.

'I'll let you down then,' he said.

She slowly slid down his sweaty body, then suddenly cried out, 'Stop! Hold me!' she demanded.

'What's wrong?' he asked.

'Your thingy, its digging into me. Be careful, it's caught in the crotch of my panties,' she said, as though a snake had slithered up her leg.

'Sorry, I can't do anything, while holding you up,' he explained.

'Don't let me go! Please, hold on to me,' she said.

He lifted her higher, and held on tighter, so her breasts were squashed in his face.

'Lower me down just a bit,' she said.

She guided him, until she could grab his penis, and push it against his belly.

'All right, lower me to the floor!' she said.

'Just reach behind me for the door handle,' he told her.

His cock was throbbing from being so closely squashed between them, yet it was so far away from taking her. He tried not to think about it, but she was a sexy woman, even if she acted like a stuck up bitch.

'Can you get at the handle?' he asked.

'Yes, its locked, I think,' she said, pressing herself against him to reach the door handle.

'Okay, maybe the door locks itself. You need to turn the key, it's just below the handle,' he told her.

'No its not, its fallen out on the floor. Damn! I can feel it with my foot. I'll try to reach it. She slid down his body, with her cheek rubbing his cock. He hadn't bothered to put it back in his shorts. To be fair, there wasn't much room between them to do anything much.

'I've got it,' she declared.

Her face was turned sideways, with his cock pressing against it. She had an urge to bite it off. That might give them some extra room!

'Damn! I can't get up. Pull me up out of here,' she told him.

He wasn't a muscular athlete, though in this situation he didn't know his own strength. He pulled her up off the floor, then lowered her down again, letting her slide down his soapy body.

'Okay, put me back on the floor. No! Careful! Oh! Hell! Noooo! Don't do that!' she cried out. 'Stop it!'

'What's the matter? Oh! Have I? Sorry, Mrs Wells!' he apologised, trying to be innocent and sincere.

'Damn! You! I won't be Mrs Wells for long if he finds out. Lift me up, quickly. Just get your thingy out of me!' she stipulated.

Even now she was trying to be detached, unemotional, and sensible. Her voice was giving her away, as it sounded shocked and afraid. That was natural enough, as a boy's cock had slid inside her. He was her son's friend, and she only knew him in passing, when he called around to play computer games.

'Oh! Sorry, Mrs Wells! I can't stop, I'm really sorry about this,' he murmured, as he lifted her up on her toes with his cock.

'No! This can't be happening! Stop it, you're only a boy, you can't do this to me!' she cried out.

'I'm really sorry, Mrs Wells, I can't stop!' he grimaced.

'Stop it! Stop it now!' she trilled, like a bird.

Knowing it was almost impossible for him to hold back, she clung on to him.

'Do it, slowly. Take your time, and don't hurt me,' she told him.

At least he heard that. He wasn't completely out of it. She'd heard from a friend that the husband made a****l grunts, was lost to all reason, and didn't hear anything she said. Nancy figured the man didn't want to hear about his wife's needs. It was true after all, as this boy was gone, and in his own world of sex.

Damn the boy! He was slowly pushing up with his penis, entering her deeply, then pulling back. It was so annoying that she would have to wait until he'd finished with her. Being used like this was dreadful. She wasn't getting anything from it at all, just the same as at home with her husband. After the boy had his orgasm, he would shrink enough to pull out, and she would be free.

Damn him! Men were such brutes! They took advantage of women wherever and whenever they could. Sex was overrated, it did nothing for her. The boy had a large penis and it hurt.

He changed the angel of his thrusts, and happened to hit her 'G' spot.

'Oh! What did you do to me? Stop that!' she bleated like a lost sheep.

Reggie ignored the damn woman. She had tried to tell him what to do, not understanding he'd trapped them in the cupboard. She was a stuck up bitch, and he at least was doing what every guy in class wanted to do to her.

'Not that! Not with a boy! You must stop! I'm going to. Oh! Yes! I'm going to orgasm!' she yelped.

'Oh! Yes! Oh! Fuck! More! Keep going, I'm nearly there!' she squealed.

After a couple more strokes hitting the spot, she shuddered. Having never done it standing up before, she nearly collapsed in a sticky heap at his feet. The only thing holding her up was his cock. She thought it was his strong muscular arms, and a moment later it was.

'Good grief!' Nancy mumbled. 'You're still inside me! Didn't you orgasm?' she asked, sounding incredulous.

'No, I wasn't ready,' he said.

'Sorry. You must remove it,' she said.

'You enjoyed yourself, so why can't I?' he asked.

'This isn't right, we can't. I'm a married woman! Please, remove your penis, please!' she said, no longer sounding demanding and imperious.

'No, I'm going to enjoy myself, it's my turn,' he said, and resumed thrusting into her.

She began to pant in time with his thrusts. Trying to say no, or fight him off, was useless. She couldn't fight the strong boy. Verbally she might have, but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. In any case, she was speechless. Asking a boy her son's age, to remove his penis from her vagina, had her beat. She felt like laughing, only it would be hysteria, and might not ever stop.

'Oh! God! I'm going to orgasm!' she declared.

She didn't want to orgasm, or admit it to a mere boy. It was happening and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. The declaration just spilled out. Her legs began to tremble.

'Oh! Yes! Oh! My god!' she declared, as an orgasm rolled from her belly throughout her body.

The orgasm was nothing like any other experience. Her mind seemed to take off, then shut down. She was at once ecstatic, then suddenly introverted, concentrating on his penis and what it had done to her. She reached up on tip toe, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him close.

'Kiss me, kiss me,' she implored him.

He deeply explored her mouth. Their lips were firmly planted together, sealing their mouths, while tongues explored, twisting around each other. Nancy needed a token sign of caring. She felt his penis shrinking then leaving her. A feeling of loss almost overcame her. It was only that she was used to controlling her emotions, that she didn't cry.

'We shouldn't have, Reggie. You know that don't you,' she said.

'I don't know that. It was wonderful, the greatest experience of my life,' he said.

'I'm too old for you, how can you say it was wonderful?' she said.

Unsure if she was pointing out a truth, or fishing for a compliment, she said no more.

'You are a MILF, Mrs Wells. You have a great body, and a lovely face, beautiful!' he declared.

'What do you mean, a mill, what?' she asked.

'A MILF, a mother I'd like to fuck. All the guys think so,' he pointed out.

'What, that's disgusting!' she said.

'No! It's a compliment. When you turn up at school, or we come around to your house, we all comment on your looks. You are so sexy, especially in a tight skirt. Though some of the guys like it better when you wear tight trousers,' he was saying.

'Stop that now! It's not a compliment, it's boys being very rude,' she protested.

Still in the afterglow of an orgasm, she nevertheless warmed to what he was saying. Too used to rejecting anything unseemly, she had to cut him down. After what he had done to her, he had to be silenced.

'You won't talk about what you did to me, will you, Reggie,' she cagily said.

He caught on quickly. He was waiting for her to stamp on him, and keep him quiet about this.

'You enjoyed it, as much as I did,' he declared. 'More than me, as you had two orgasms,' he heavily said.

'I, err, well, there's no need to mention it again. We should forget it ever happened. Move on to other things, be responsible, and adult about this,' she lectured.

'I'm not an adult, at least most people don't think so. When I do something wrong they treat me like a k**, and tell me to be an adult. I haven't done anything wrong. I'm not married. I'm not a naked woman in a cupboard, cavorting with a young guy. You enjoyed it, don't deny it. Come on, admit it,' he said.

'I, I, can't. Alright, let go of me, please!' she moaned, when he pinched her nipples.

'Alright, I enjoyed it. I've never had an orgasm like it,' she admitted.

Knowing how wrong that was didn't help, as she'd said it and couldn't take it back. Telling her son's school friend he'd given her exceptional orgasms, was all wrong. She hung her head in shame. He wrapped his arms around her, and held on tight, while she sobbed.

'I'm not letting you off the hook, Mrs Wells. You owe me an orgasm, I only had one,' he joked.

She didn't get the joke, she was too much into being hurt, pained, and feeling sorry for herself.

'Whatever you say. Just don't tell anyone, promise?' she sobbed.

The thought of her son finding out from his friends was awful. Her husband was sure to find out, and that would be devastating. The boy knew that, and it sounded if he meant to use it against her. Just so long as he kept quiet she might be able to recover, and forget about this, eventually.

She slid down his soapy body, to retrieve the key. Her cheek was again sliding over his penis. This time it was sticky, but she didn't think of that. Pressing herself against his body, she reached behind him with the key. The door swung open revealing them both in dim sunlight.

'It's still raining,' he said.

Mrs Wells was embarrassed to hell. Her panties were wet with soapy water and his semen. He stroked her cheek, then put his finger to her lips. She licked her lips, tasted the salt and wondered what it was. Her eyes opened wide and she recoiled in horror. Damn! She'd tasted the boy's semen! Not even her husband had dared do that to her!

'Let me pass,' she crossly demanded.

Running back to the kitchen, she demanded his attention, 'Where are my clothes!'

'They're in the washer, with mine,' he said.

'But it's broken! You did this on purpose! I'm naked, with nothing to wear!' she shouted at him.

'I'll fix the washer, there can't be much wrong with it. The guys won't drive up the track in this rain,' he told her.

'Oh! No! My son will be with them,' she murmured.

'It's broke. The pump needs replacing,' he said.

'What am I going to do?' she bawled at him.

'Calm down. Put our clothes in a bag, and take them home. Driving up is almost impossible, but we can drive down the track, if we're careful. We can get out of here before they arrive. Just put your coat on, no one will know your naked underneath,' he told her.

'Alright, I'll do it, I have no choice. I just can't be here when they arrive,' Nancy decided.

Both cars slipped and slid on the wet mud, but going downhill was possible, just as he said. They turned onto the highway, and sped north, only just keeping to the speed limit. The rain didn't ease off, and it was getting dark. The rain turned to snow, as they climbed, with a sensible falling off of speed. A flashing light ahead told them the pass was closed.

'We'll have to spend the night, at the motel,' Reggie told her.

Reluctantly she agreed. Only because the weather was closing in on them and they couldn't go up or down the road. Trudging to the last available room, Nancy felt it was the walk of doom. Opening the door, she saw a double bed, not singles, which she had prayed for.

'Damn! You'll have to sleep in a chair. Oh! No chair. The floor then,' she told him. 'Because I'm paying and I'm a lady,' she quickly said.

'There's no more blankets, and the heating is out. We'll freeze to death in here. We'll have to share body heat,' he said, trying to sound sensible rather than excited.

'No way! We're are not sharing a bed, no way,' she defiantly said.

'You explain to your husband and friends why I died in a motel room we were sharing,' he flatly stated.

The idea of him dying wasn't so bad, as it let her off the hook. Mention of husband and friends made her think again. Was this a veiled threat for when they returned to civilisation?

'Very well. We share body heat, that is all,' she firmly stated. 'Don't even think about anything else. Do you understand?' she crossly spoke.

'Whatever,' he sullenly said. 'There's no need to be so shitty,' he quietly added.

'Shitty? You think I don't have good reason to be angry over what you did to me? You practically, well, you took advantage. You shouldn't have done things to me. That's obvious isn't it?' she said, through gritted teeth.

'I guess. No! It was an accident, and you enjoyed it too. Can't you just admit it happened, and let it go?' he asked.

'We are going to have to share a bed tonight, and I want you to understand I'm off limits. I'm your mother's friend, not some cheerleader you fancy,' she emphasised, and then figured she hadn't put it right.

Not knowing what to say, she slid into bed, and shivered under the ice cold sheets. He bounced into bed as though nothing was wrong.

'Shut out any draughts, pull the blanket around us,' she ordered. 'What are you doing? I warned you!' she heavily said.

'I'm sharing our heat. We learned it in scouts. If you don't want to freeze to death from hyperthermia you scrunch up, together!' he heavily spoke right back at her.

'Oh! Well, as long as it's just that,' she murmured.

After awhile they warmed up.

'Can't you do something about that? It seems like you've been poking it at my bottom all day. Just do what boys do to themselves, so I can relax and sleep,' she complained.

He smiled to himself while fisting his cock. He wasn't doing it right, on purpose. Even though being in bed with her was a tremendous experience, he wasn't going to make it that easy for her. He was in bed with a beautiful woman, and wanted her. He just had to be patient, and he would get what he wanted.

'I can't, not with you here,' he said, and turned to her, putting his arms around her.

'It's no good I can't sleep with you like that. I'll do it,' she resignedly said.

This wasn't expected! Mrs Wells grabbed a hold of his cock, and began to masturbate him. Her rhythm was all wrong, just as his had been.

'What are you doing now?' she demanded.

'Trying to get into the mood,' he said, with a hand sliding between her legs.

'You'll not get me in the mood! Just leave it alone. Damn! My hand is getting cramp. I need a full nights' sleep, and for you to leave me alone. Oh! Hell! Just do it. I don't care anymore, just do it,' Mrs Wells told him, and rolled onto her back.

Reggie wasn't going to ask her if she was sure, or ask why, he climbed on top of her, and slipped in. His playing with her pussy had got her going. At least enough to open her up. Maybe she was trying too hard pretending not to want it. He knew that much from playing around with Sally, a mousy girl in his class.

'Just get on with it, will you. I want you in, out, and asleep,' Nancy said.

Feeling him enter and slide in deep, it brought to mind that naughty episode this afternoon. He'd touched something in her vagina, and it set her off. The boy was bigger built than her husband, so maybe that had something to do with it. She shifted under him to get it at a different angle.

'Lift yourself up on your elbows,' she complained. 'Your squashing me.'

'Oh! Shit!' she cried out.

He stopped, and asked her, 'Did I hurt you, Mrs Wells?'

'No! It's nothing. Carry on, and do it faster, and harder,' she told him.

'Oh! Yes! Keep going,' she yelped.

This afternoon wasn't a one off, she was experiencing it again. He must have found her g-spot. Not believing it existed, because she'd never felt it before, it was now a revelation. It was a wonderful experience, an exciting new adventure. The orgasm was on its way and it was going to hit hard.

'Oh! God! Yes! Yes!' she yelled, and heaved up with her pelvis.

At the same time he pushed hard with his strong legs, spurting strings of virile young semen into her. Nancy imagined feeling it splash her vagina, and shoot into her womb. His sperm was so potent and powerful, it subdued her into becoming his earth mother, his lover, his bride, and the mother of his c***dren, all rolled into one.

'Hold me, Reggie, hold me tight. I think I'm going to cry,' she said.

He rolled around so she was now on top. He tucked the blanket around her, and held on tight. He felt tears drop onto his chest, and she wiped her nose in his sparse hairs. As far as he knew there were no tissues within reach, and he wasn't going to get out of bed. It was cold out there.

The one blanket, and their two coats, and her hot body kept him warm. He'd made her hot, so she was satisfied.

'You enjoyed that. You enjoyed it this afternoon. No, don't deny it, I know you did. It was obvious from the way you yelled. You don't swear usually, but you do when you cum. Do you normally rant and swear?' he asked.

'c***dren should be seen and not heard. Go to sleep, like men are supposed to after sex. No! Not a word. You can put me down now,' she said.

Nancy pulled his arms around her, and made her last demand of the day.

'You haven't kissed me, kiss me,' she quietly said.

He gave her the most tender and loving kiss ever. As though it might be their last, he lingered over the kiss. Their lips were together, matching each other perfectly. When they opened their mouths the tips of their tongues teased. This lead to a scrummy devouring of each other's face. Then their tongues duelled until they ached.

Finally they stopped kissing after some time. Looking at each other, examining the eyes for signs of something, trying to make out expressions in the dim light, they occasionally kissed. An eye, ear, nose, neck, everything was eventually covered. It had become a little game of guess what's next, without talking.

Sometimes she or he licked somewhere. It was cold out, but red hot under the blanket and coats. Big smiles broke out for no reason at all. She yawned, and he caught the infection.

Nancy gently touched his lips and turned over inside his arms. They were still around her, cuddling her. She covered his hands with hers, and guided them onto her breasts. He squeezed them, making her smile with a warm feeling of happiness.

Still held tight in his arms, she fell asleep. His eyes closed, flickered, and he too fell asleep.
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Reggie walked into a neighbour's kitchen, to find her vigorously cleaning the work tops. Concentrating on the job, and daydreaming, she didn't notice him. She was mumbling to herself, and as he crept up on her, he noticed the blue-tooth earplugs.

Nancy was listening to a Spanish language tape, and mumbling the words as she worked. Always wanting to be efficient, this suited her perfectly. It was also a distraction from what happened a couple of days ago at a motel.

That had been the most dreadful decision of her life. Sharing a bed with a boy was bad enough, then letting him have sex with her, was just damn stupid! It would have been impossible to sleep with his erection poking her bottom, and the thought of waking up to find him doing it to her, was dreadful. In the end she told him to get on with it, and just do it.

The excuse had been that she needed a full night of sleep, to get over what happened earlier that day. How stupid was that! A need to experience the strong orgasms of that afternoon, was driving her into making the wrong decisions. How could she have fooled herself, and actually tell him to do it to her. Stupid woman! Stupid!

Concentrating on cleaning, and the language tape, Nancy shut out everything that happened.

'What the!' Nancy exclaimed.

A pair of hands wrapped around her, holding on tight, gripping her breasts.

'Reggie! Let me go! What in hell do you think you're doing!' she heavily whispered, while trying to peel his hands away from her breasts.

'Why are you whispering, no one is in,' he said.

There was a pleasant ring to his voice, of happiness and contentment.

'Reggie, please, sit down. I'll make coffee and we can talk, please,' she tried reasoning with him, as trying to squirm from his grip did no good.

'You sound very formal, Mrs Wells. After what we did in that motel, that's surprising,' Reggie said.

'We've got to talk about that. Reggie! Stop playing with my nipples, please!' she crossly said.

The strength of her hands was no match for his. Any one of her son's friends were strong enough to manhandle her, but they wouldn't. A mature woman of thirty-eight, and a mother, she deserved respect. With Reggie, she'd completely lost all respect, and had to somehow regain it.

The pleading came to a halt as he breathed on her neck, and ears. Damn! She'd stuck her bottom out at him! The memory of those heavy orgasms reached into her mind and couldn't be shoved aside. The boy had done things to her that no boyfriend, or even her husband, had managed to do.

He was only eighteen yet she couldn't fight him off. Her ability to talk people around to her way of thinking had been well honed, in committees and business meetings. This damn boy had her defeated. She was squirming with delight in his arms. This shouldn't be happening!

'You can't just walk in here and, err, well, you know, do whatever you like with me. This is my home,' she said, no longer sounding stern.

Feeling him lift the dress, she reacted by kicking backwards. She missed, as it hadn't been a strong or determined attack. The half hearted attempt to escape was more show than substance. He didn't know that, and should have got the message. It was difficult for her, as she had to fight her own desire, as well as fight him off.

'No! Reggie, don't do this!' she heavily sighed.

Pushing her panties aside, he cupped her bare crotch, with fingers readying her pussy. Both of her hands tightly gripped the edge of the sink. This wasn't wanted, he was being a jerk. This couldn't be put up with from anyone, let alone a mere boy. He hadn't been invited into her kitchen, and certainly not into her. She'd said no, but he wasn't taking any notice of what she wanted.

'Reggie, stop it, please!' she exclaimed, sounding more desperate.

What did she want? Not to be needing this, that's what she wanted. Not to have experienced the first deep orgasms of her life with him, that's what she wanted. Not to have experienced them with a boy her son's age, that's what she wanted. There were so many things she wanted and didn't want, it was difficult to think straight.

Knowing that giving in was inevitable, she arched her back, and groaned. This was all the approval he needed. The bulbous head of his cock pushed at her slit, sliding out of position to hit her clitoris. Maybe that was enough for some women, but not for her.

When drinking too much on a girly night out, a friend had confided she didn't want her husband to enter her. A thorough touching and rubbing of her clitoris was enough. After an orgasm that way, his penis felt uncomfortable inside. Nancy had sympathised, yet couldn't reveal she'd never experienced an overwhelming orgasm ever, just the occasional little tingling sensation.

The boy's cock slowly entered her, pushing deeper and deeper. All she experienced was anticipation, nothing more. When he was fully inside, a feeling of disappointment overcame her. It must have been the circumstances of that day that made sex so exciting. Accidently stripped and groped, being slippery with soapy water, all that had worked her up. It was very disappointing that it wasn't going to happen again.

It wasn't Reggie, it was just the thrill of the moment that brought on the exceptional orgasms. She just stood there holding onto the sink, letting him use her, trying to be patient until he was finished. The thought of him spurting his semen into her was horrible, yet he gripped her too tightly to escape.

Oh! Shit! In her home, in the kitchen, the bastard was taking her! He was helping himself to her sex! An adolescent was just learning the adult moral codes, so he had no qualms about sating his lust with her body. Because of that weekend mistake, he thought he could just use her whenever he wanted, and a young guy wanted it too often.

Having got away with taking her this first time in her home, he would come back for more. Oh! Shit! She was in trouble, and it was impossible to ask anyone for help. He was too strong to fight off. Talking him out of it didn't work. What if he visited every day, could she stand up to these sexual assaults?

Nancy wasn't excited, she was just letting him get on with it, while terrible thoughts of guilt racked her brain. It was all her fault for letting it happen in the first place. With the thought of pushing him away, she shoved her bottom at him. The angle of his cock changed inside her vagina, making her yelp, then yelp again.

'Oww! God! Reggie!' she shrieked.

He stopped to find what was wrong.

'Nooo! Keep going, Reggie, please fuck me hard! Fucking do me Reggie!' she cursed him.

His cock found her g-spot, as it had before. His cock rubbed over it and rocked her entire being. As his cock rubbed her vagina, a spark lit up her mind, causing fireworks to explode. The light of arousal was burning bright like sulphur, setting fire to her nervous system. Her heels rocked against the floor. The kitchen was so bright it hurt her eyes. Her arms fell limp to her sides. Her whole body felt so light, she would have drifted away, if his cock hadn't been anchoring her body.

'Oh! Yes! Reggie, you bastard, fill me up. Fill me with your potent cum! Cream me, Reggie. Fucking shoot your load deep inside me Reggie! Oh! Yea! Fucking do me Reggie,' she seriously shouted.

Reggie listened to every sigh, yelp, and shouted word, both understandable and garbled. Every sound made sense at that moment. They were on an a****l level, grunting and shoving, and rutting. At least she was. He was in control, amazed at how out of it the woman was. The decent housewife had become a lustful slut.

His legs stiffened, and she was lifted up on tiptoe by his cock. His penis was pushed deep, and she squirmed on it with all her weight. He shuddered as he spurted his load into her. He could feel her vagina tightening upon his cock, flexing.

She turned her head sideways, and demanded, 'Kiss me, kiss me!'

A sideways kiss was awkward, but he tongued her, sucking her tongue and lips in turn, into his mouth. His hands played with her breasts, squeezing and nipping her nipples. She let out little pleasurable whimpering noises. He felt warm and happy from giving her so much pleasure.

Her breathing rate calmed down, and she let go of the sink. Slumping forward over the sink, she began to revive. As though waking, and crawling from a long dark tunnel, the brightness of the kitchen made her squint.

The blinds were up, so anyone could have seen them behaving like a****ls. The boy couldn't be blamed, for it was her giving in to him that caused this.

'Oh! Reggie! What have you done to me?' she asked.

'I fucked you, Mrs Wells, is that alright? I mean, you liked it didn't you?' he asked, with concern.

'Yes, it's alright. It was great! I mean, no need to worry, it was my fault,' she sighed.

'What do you mean? Your fault?' he asked.

'We shouldn't have, I shouldn't have let you,' she said, then shrugged her shoulders.

The energy wasn't there to get into a discussion.

'Pass me a tissue,' she told him. 'Damn! You've shot gallons up there, give me more tissues.'

Always a practical woman, she would find a way to deal with this. He was a teenager, and young boys had lots of sexual energy. Could she cope with that? Could it be diverted to something else? Maybe someone else? Someone his own age would be more appropriate.

'Sit down, I'll make the coffee,' she told him, and straightened her panties then the dress.

'We can't ever do this again, you know that, Reggie. You sneaked in here and took me. You didn't ask me, or consider me at all, you just did it. You used my body as though it were just a sex toy. I'm a married woman, your mother's friend, for god's sake! You must show me some respect. It's my body, and I'll decide who and how someone interacts with me,' she ranted.

'Oh! I'm so sorry, Mrs Wells. I didn't look at it like that. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you enjoyed it,' he sincerely said.

'I'm sorry! It had to be said, I'm sorry I shouted. Look, you know it's wrong, let's just be friends,' Nancy quietly said, at last calming down.

'You did that swearing thing again. You shouted, and told me to fuck you hard,' Reggie accused her, retaliating to her shouting.

'Well, I know. I didn't say you did that bad thing, err, ****. I, err, alright, I admit it, I liked it. Yes! I liked it a lot. That's probably why I gave in to you again,' she reluctantly admitted.

'You do like it a lot. You wanted me to do it to you. You told me last time, and this time, so don't lie. Maybe it is wrong, but it's your body, and you can have pleasure if you want. We don't live long enough to waste time. Just do it, my dad says,' Reggie confidently said.

Nancy opened her mouth, then shut it again. His father was dying of cancer, so how could she counter that statement. At a party his father said, live for today, and die tomorrow, and everyone cheered him. They'd all been drinking too much, from being nervous over how he would look, and behave. It was a great relief to see the man didn't look at death's door, and had accepted the bad news. He was being tough, fighting it, not being a defeatist.

'Well, Reggie, what can I say. You should respect my decision, and not, well, just don't make me into an object,' she said, wondering if he understood what was meant.

'What you're saying is, that we can't continue, in case someone finds out. It's to do with others, not us. You want to continue, but aren't brave enough,' he said. When she didn't answer, he added, 'What if I told my friends, or your husband.'

'Alright, you've got me in a difficult position. We both know that. I don't believe you would be brave enough, or nasty enough, to tell my husband. I won't play your dirty games, Reggie,' Nancy stated.

'I'll tell my friends what we did, and show them the video of us in bed together,' he told her.

'You're a bastard, Reggie. Do I have to report you to the police, for ****?' she warned.

'They won't believe you, not when I show them the shots of you in bed with me,' he said.

'You can't tell your friends. It will get back to my husband, and break up my family,' she protested.

'Admit it, you enjoyed our games, it was fun. You had good sex, satisfying sex,' he scolded her.

'Please, don't say that. It was nice, but very wrong. You know that, you're not stupid. Do the right thing, please,' she said, trying for sympathy.

Reggie almost gave in, seeing the look of regret on her face. He got up from the table with the coffee, and mumbled something about milk.

'Admit you enjoyed it. At the time you said it was the best sex you've ever had,' he reminded her.

'Maybe. Alright, it was, it was great sex, and I enjoyed it, but that does not make it right!' she asserted.

'Right or not, I want to continue, and you'll have to, you have no choice,' he told her.

'Let me see that video and pictures,' she said, over her shoulder.

Before handing over his phone, he told her, 'I sent copies to the cloud, so don't bother deleting anything.'

He put the phone onto the table, and began to massage her neck. Watching the video over her shoulder, he massaged her head, concentrating on her sinuses.

'Oh! Shit! This is very damning. It looks bad,' she sighed.

'It isn't bad, it was what it was. You look excited, and afterwards you were satisfied, and that is how it was. You screamed and yelled, which you don't usually do,' when she was about to deny it, he added, 'You told me afterwards, remember. You said you'd never had such a deep orgasm.'

'Oh! Yes, it's all there! I shouldn't have said anything,' she murmured.

'Well then, what is it to be? Ruination of your life, your words not mine, or some fun and games?' he asked.

'I'll have to think about it,' she said, with head down, looking sorry for herself.

He figured she was in shock, and hadn't noticed his hands cupping her breasts. He began to gently massage them, trying hard not to startle her. He breathed on the nape of her neck, tickling the tiny hairs. He kissed her ears, and soft neck, licking there too.

She sighed heavily and intently watched the video as it played again. She pushed a hand between her thighs and squeezed her sex.

'Hey! What do you think you're doing? This is what I meant, you're just a boy playing with me. I'm not a toy,' she quietly spoke.

'Now! Tell me,' he said, and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. 'What have you decided?' he asked.

'Yes, damn it! I admit I have to, I have no choice. Well, alright, this is how it must be, I'll play along with your dirty blackmail. Is that what you wanted me to say? Happy now? So what are you going to do with me? Besides playing with my breasts I mean. Just tell me,' she heavily sighed.

'I'm going to, err, do whatever I like,' he said, lost for ideas now he'd unexpectedly won.

'There has to be rules!' she said.

'Yes there will be. Rule one, you do as I say. Rule two, there are no other rules. Agreed?' he heavily spoke.

'Well, I, err. . . Damn! You! You! Yes, I agree,' Nancy sighed. 'Just be careful, that's all I ask. Don't tell anyone, and don't do anything reckless. Keep it between us and don't risk your nasty game by letting anyone find out, please,' she crossly spoke.

'I make the rules, remember? Now tell me what you are going to do,' he heavily demanded.

He grabbed her chin, again forcing her to look at him. He deeply kissed her and noticed she was still playing with herself. He noted this but said nothing. He could see she was excited yet reluctant to give in.

'I'll do anything you say, satisfied?' she meanly said.

'You're determined to spoil it aren't you. Well, we'll see. Don't forget, I can ruin your reputation any time I want. So, be good and I'll keep our secret,' he harshly spoke.

The determination and harshness of his voice came unexpectedly from somewhere. It seemed to tame the woman somewhat, but he didn't think that would last long. He guessed she was thinking of a way out of this fix, as Mrs Wells wasn't the type to capitulate so easily. It would take a lot more than a video and some pictures of them in a motel room, to keep her playing along. Still, it had been fun so far, and if it ended tomorrow, what did he have to lose?

Still playing with her breasts, he kissed her roughly as though taking her. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring everywhere and he sucked hard. She passively let him. Was this a message, telling him she wouldn't play, but would just passively let him do it to her?

***

Next day Reggie waited until she was alone in the house. This time she was prepared to fight him off, with whatever came to hand. It was completely unexpected when he brought a gift. She put the flowers in a vase, and smiled at him. He had a way about him that made her forgive anything he did. Though letting him have sex with her was going way too far.

They had coffee and talked about anything except their arrangement.

'I've been thinking, Reggie. We should cool it, as neither of us want to be found out. Coming around every day will be noticed,' she said.

'You need to fit this to make it easier for both of us,' he said, and handed her another gift.

Expecting a small box of chocolates, she asked, 'What is it? I don't understand, what's it for?' she asked, while turning it around in both hands. 'No! You can't do that to me! Please Reggie, not that!' Nancy cringed, and almost dropped the butt plug.

'You promised to do as you were told. You promised to be my obedient girl,' he reminded her.

'I, I, err, maybe, err, I guess I must do things, if you say so. I believed you, when you said you'd tell everyone. I really do. I intend to keep the bargain, I'll honour my promise. You must keep your promise, Reggie, please. It's just, well, please don't! Not this! Anything else, please, Reggie!' Nancy begged.

'Get on your knees,' he demanded.

Reggie knew this was it. Once she committed to something, she would see it through, even though she abhorred the very idea of being blackmailed. He wasn't sure if he liked the idea either. Giving in to someone, and giving up her freedom, was very hard for her. It seemed the butt plug had frightened her enough to bring her into line for the moment.

'Keep it safe, in case I decide you need to use it,' he said.

'Thank you, Reggie. I promised to obey you, and swear I will keep that promise. I've never broken a promise, you can rely on that,' she said.

Looking down at her, squatting on the floor of her lounge, he could see the sincerity in her eyes. He took her chin in his hand and bent to kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, and let him explore her mouth. He knew she enjoyed kissing, as it had been demanded by her, after, and during sex.

When they broke off smooching, both were breathing heavily.

'While you are there, suck my cock. It will reinforce the agreement,' he told her.

Nancy just looked up at him, with a pleading look. Her face said no, but she didn't want to test his patience at that moment. The thought of him fitting that disgusting plug into her asshole was horrendous.

This wasn't going to give her the slightest pleasure. Being put in her place was something she had never experienced. She had been spoilt as a c***d by indulgent parents, and then by an indulgent husband. He bought her expensive presents, to make up for working away from home so much.

'Would you rather I fit the butt plug,' he told her, and quickly upended her.

They were on the sofa wrestling, where she ended face down, struggling to get free. It was like trying to hold on to a bag of eels. He slapped her bottom a few times, until she got the message.

'Oww! Stop it, please!'

'Ouch! That hurt!'

'Oww! I'm not a naughty girl, stop it!'

'Oww! Alright, I give in! Honest! Please, sir!' she tried for sympathy.

'Oww! Whatever you want, I'll do it, please stop, please!' she begged.

He pulled her over onto his lap where she sat still.

'Are you going to be a good girl for me, and do as you are told?' he asked.

She tried to struggle free of his arms, but he held on tight.

'I don't have a choice, do I? I have to do as you say,' she said.

'Do you want another spanking?' he asked.

'No! I'll behave. I'll be a good girl. I promise to be an obedient girl for you, Reggie,' she said, and bit her lip, so as not to spoil the promise by adding a sarcastic remark.

Promising to be a good girl left her feeling small and weak. He was a big strong young man, and handsome too. He was overpowering her physically and mentally, and that was doing something to her. She would have to be careful not to completely succumb to him.

He pulled her panties aside, then lifted her up. Realising what he was going to do, she kicked out. Unable to break free, she instead put her arms down straight to hold herself off his lap. He lowered her onto the head of his cock, and her arms gave way.

'No! Please, you can't do this! I'm not ready, I need foreplay! You'll hurt me!' she warned.

The head of his cock slipped in and she shut her mouth. What happened? He was slowly lowering her down the length of his cock! It didn't hurt at all, which meant she was unaccountably ready. How was that?

The sense of fullness, was satisfying, but that's all. The excitement of before wasn't there. She was wondering why she was so ready for him, without being played with.

'Oh! God! That is so deep!' she exclaimed, and bit her lip. 'Reggie, you can't just keep taking me like this. Stop it now! Please!'

Why had she admitted to such a personal thing? Why say he was so deep when she was trying to get him to stop this nonsense. Making him feel like a stud was the wrong direction to go in. That gave her an idea.

'You'll not make me orgasm! I don't like what you are doing, and I don't want it. You must stop it right now. Take your penis out of me, and leave me alone,' she firmly told him.

Hearing the words spoken out loud, they sounded strange. Asking her son's friend to remove his penis from her vagina, was certainly a strange request. He wasn't listening, or he was ignoring her.

She felt him lift her up the length of his penis, and this time let her drop. The impact was felt upon her bottom, and inside. If he was trying to hurt her, she would remind him she liked it hard and fast. No! That wasn't the thing to say. Encouraging the bastard to fuck her hard was all wrong.

'Just stop it, you won't have me giving in to you this time,' she stubbornly said.

He pulled her down his cock, while holding onto her breasts. He was squeezing them, while shoving his cock up inside her. Then it struck. His cock sawed over her g-spot, and she yelled something unintelligible.

'Oh! God! Keep going! Please! Fuck me hard! Faster! Fuck me faster, pound my pussy,' she demanded.

'You want me to fuck you, Mrs Wells?' he asked, while hesitating to ram home into her.

'Yes! Fuck me, don't stop now! Go on, fuck me hard and fast, please you bastard, just do it, do me hard,' she shouted.

They both had an orgasm together. Normally she'd have to wait for her husband to catch up, after a weak orgasm. Then she would fake a climax, so he didn't feel bad. This time she could feel his semen shooting deeply into her vagina. Maybe it was in her imagination, but it was inspiring. He held his cock still, pushed right up inside her, while it vibrated and buzzed with tension. She felt her vagina clamping down on it, as though it were sucking his cock dry.

He held on tight, pumping her full of young virile semen. Nancy wanted to bounce up and down on his cock, and shout for joy. The mood passed as the orgasm lessened. It was still tingling throughout her body when he shrank from her. Again it was a wonderful orgasm, with the swearing and commands to fuck her still remembered. The dirty talk was too embarrassing to admit to, but this time she knew what she had been doing, and saying.

'Kiss me, Reggie,' she heavily breathed.

He lifted her up and turned her around to face him. The dress was up around her waist, and he was holding her bare bottom. Their tongues duelled, fighting and exploring each other. She made a humming noise, that he knew was a pleasant noise of satisfaction.

***

They had coffee in silence. What was there to be said, after such a vigorous sex session. Both their heads were still spinning from having such an all consuming orgasm. Nancy took him into the bedroom just in case someone walked into the kitchen, and found him looking post-orgasmic, with a silly grin on his face.

'I think you should call me, Master,' Reggie suggested.

'I think you should call me, Your Royal Highness,' she countered.

They looked at each other and laughed, for they were completely relaxed in each other's company. After what he'd done to her, she couldn't shout at him, or accuse him of being a monster.

After having a beautiful woman, a perfect MILF, he thought she was the most wonderful person in the world.

'In case you ask again, think about it. If I call you master, I might forget when we are in company. The same goes for you if you call me by my first name,' she explained.

'You're right. I don't want to wreck what we have. It's important to me. You're wonderful, and I,' he began.

'Stop that right now! We have sex, that's what we have, nothing more. It is good I'll grant you that, but don't go thinking we have a relationship. Come on Reggie, be sensible, don't go crazy on me. You know how it is. Be honest with yourself. You like screwing me, and I don't have a choice, except to let you. Let's just leave it at that, okay?' she asked.

'Alright, whatever you say,' Reggie said, then changed his mind. 'Just so long as you know, you have to do as I say. I agree we have to be careful not to be discovered, and I will be careful,' he promised.

Nancy heavily sighed, and said, 'Again with the macho man stuff. Can't you just use me, and not bother with all this dominance thing. I'm an adult and more than your equal. I'm a woman and know about emotional things, the things you men don't have a clue about. So, just be satisfied with what you get, okay?' she told him.

'No, it's not okay. I'll think about it though,' he said, which kept her quiet.

This wasn't working out as he had expected. Over the past few days, since sharing a bed, he'd figured she should be on her knees to him, begging him not to tell anyone. Instead she was lecturing him on how to behave. How could she possibly tell him how to behave, after what they had done?

He still couldn't believe he was in bed with the most gorgeous MILF in town. He ached to tell his friends, but of course that would spoil everything. She was right about keeping it quiet. What was that other thing she mentioned, male dominance, that was it. He was going to work on that one. He was just a k** in her eyes, but he had loads of experience, far more than she could possibly have. It was called the internet.

He had her wrapped up in his arms, kissing and mauling her body. He liked the way she tried to resist him, then gave up, pretending it was because she couldn't break free. It was because he'd sexed her up, and was laying back to enjoy it. The look of bliss on her face betrayed the protests.

He remembered her asking him to kiss her after an orgasm, and when he was cuddling her afterwards. She enjoyed it, so he would insist on kissing her every opportunity he got.

***

Next day Michael, Mrs Wells son, phoned, putting Reggie into a bit of a panic.

'You okay mate? You sound as though you've had a bad night! Dad and I are going fishing, and I figured you'd like to come,' Michael asked.

'What time? Damn! I can't I'm going over to visit aunt Mabel. Aged relative time once a month. It's dad's idea, not mine,' Reggie explained.

'Too bad. If you can get away later come over. We'll be cooking fish, so come over and have dinner with us,' Michael said.

'Don't count your fish before you catch them,' Reggie said.

They gossiped about a couple of girls in school then broke off.

Nancy heard her son invite Reggie fishing, and breathed a sigh of relief. With that boy out of the way she could relax. He promised to be discreet, but an adolescent didn't understand discretion. It was all elbows, mouth, and big feet. Looking for something to read, she suddenly found a hand gripping her crotch.

With a gasp of surprise, she quickly snatched her hand away from her pussy. What in hell was she doing? Thinking of the boy led to being needy. u*********sly she had squeezed her sex. The next step would have been to masturbate, while thinking about him. Shit! That was so very dirty.

Her two men, Hank and Michael said their goodbyes and took off for the cabin. The snow had cleared yesterday and the sun was out, so they would have a clear run.

Reggie was thinking about visiting his sexy woman while they were out, then he remembered her daughter would be at home. At least he would get to see her at dinner. Maybe even play with her in the kitchen again.

***

'Hi Reggie, you're early,' Nancy greeted him. 'The guys are in the den watching football,' she added, expecting him to join them.

She backed away from him, holding her hands up.

With a theatrical grimace, she told him, 'Not now! They could come in for a beer any moment!' she hissed. 'Remember our agreement! You mustn't take chances!' she warned him.

'Just a kiss,' he said, and forcefully grabbed her.

Since she mentioned it, he'd been learning something about dominance and the techniques for being a dominant male. The WEB site had opened up all kinds of ideas for him to try out.

'All right, but make it quick,' she scolded him.

Ignoring her permission, he was already wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her neck. They began to smooch heavily. After a moment or two, he felt her arms embr