Age Gap Erotica Stories

“Oh! I… I didn’t realize anyone was here.” The words were breathy, almost rehearsed. Kathy stopped dead, her hand still on the doorknob. The words she’d been about to say caught in her throat. Krista made no move to cover herself, a subtle defiance that sent a flicker of something unreadable through Kathy.

Krista watched her for a moment, a slight glint in her eye, then finally, casually stood, exposing her shaved pussy. Kathy’s breath hitched. Deliberate? The thought sent a jolt through Kathy. A silent dare, and one she was suddenly very interested in accepting.

“We are alone, Krista.” Kathy closed the door firmly. “And I think it’s time we had a talk.” For the first time, Krista looked uncertain, perhaps regretting how vulnerable she was, half dressed like this.

“My son seems quite taken with you, Krista” Kathy said, letting the words hang in the air. Infatuated was more like it. Blinded by that pretty little face and those curves. “Worshiping that pert ass of yours, no doubt.” Kathy sat herself down on the edge of the bed as she spoke, smoothing her skirt with her hands. “You’re a pretty young thing.” She continued, her voice softening just slightly. “I bet that’s got you everything you’ve wanted, hasn’t it? Made you think you can just waltz in here and take what you please.”

Kathy patted her lap, looking up at Krista. Even from this position, the authority in her gaze was clear. Krista bit her lip, her fingers twisting together uncertainly. Kathy patted her lap again, not saying anything further. A blush crept up Krista’s neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. She hesitated for a breath, then lowered herself, kneeling and laying herself over Kathy’s lap as if drawn by an invisible leash only she could feel…

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…