Age Gap Erotica Stories

A low moan escaped Mia’s lips, the sound swallowed by the humid air under the bleachers. Her full ass quivered as it moved up and down the hard shaft of the young man beneath her. Each descent brought a fresh wave of sensation, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around him. She felt the slick heat of her own arousal coating him, satisfaction blooming in her belly as she sank deeper, feeling the stretch, the fullness, a delicious ache that demanded more despite his clumsy efforts.

A smirk played on Mia’s lips as she tightened her grip further, feeling the answering surge from hi. He was so easy to control, a puppet dancing to the tune of her desire. She didn’t need finesse from him, just raw, untamed energy. And he had plenty of that. Each upward thrust filled her, stretched her, a delicious invasion that made her breath catch in her throat. She was in control, and it was intoxicating.

Mia had sensed the boy’s interest weeks ago. The way his eyes lingered on her body when he thought she wasn’t looking. College boys never could control themselves, which made her job at the campus bookstore perfect and her seduction easy. All she had to do was move close to him, ask him some innocent sounding questions and accidentally brush against him and the boy was hard…

It had seemed like such an innocent and minor request that of course Kathy had said yes to letting Diana’s daughter Leah stay with her for a few weeks while she found a place near her new job. Kathy didn’t know Diana that well, but since they worked together, it just seemed rude and awkward to refuse.

Leah seemed pleasant enough at first, if a little entitled. But as the days past, that entitlement started to annoy Kathy. Leah just assumed that Kathy would prepare meals for her. Dishes piled up in the sink, unwashed until Kathy got to them. Dirty laundry strewn across her room. Her tendency to wander around the house in just her underwear.

She was a pretty girl and Kathy didn’t blame her at all if she was proud of that, but this wasn’t her place and she wasn’t just dashing from her room to the shower and back. She’d come out and browse the fridge for snacks or sit down to breakfast in just her panties and bra. Which was how Kathy discovered that Leah didn’t even shave.

Once she noticed, Kathy found it hard not to stare, and to wonder. If she didn’t shave her armpits, did that mean? Kathy had always shaved, it just never occurred to her to do anything else. And so her eyes wandered from quick glances at Leah’s curly pit hair, down to the cute, skimpy, panties that she kept wandering around in. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew it was inappropriate and yet, she kept looking. Leah certainly wasn’t shy or hiding anything from her.

Things came to a head three weeks in.

“I’m out of clean clothes.” Leah announced. “Didn’t you do laundry this week, Kathy?”

“Did you bring it out?” Kathy’s voice was tight with irritation…

Mia moaned as her tongue flicked out to catch another drop of cum as it oozed from the hard cock in front of her face. The man grunted, his cock twitching and throbbing, but still hard despite the load of his cum dripping down her face.

No doubt he was already thinking about what he’d tell all his friends. About the eager MILF slut he’d bumped into at the bar. About all the things she’d let him do to her.

Let him boast. He didn’t know her name, any more than she knew his. Two years divorced deserved a celebration, and what better way than to take some young stud’s cock and cum everywhere she wanted?

Pushing herself up, she wrapped her lips around his cock head again, looking up at him through lowered eyelids, knowing exactly what that would do to his ego. Big, dominant, alpha male, conquering this helpless, desperate woman. Her hand cupped his balls and squeezed gently. His sort always loved that idea, and it was going to get her exactly what she wanted…