Author: tannem
Description: A young man matches with an older woman on Tinder, he's looking for a fun experience, she's looking for a boy-toy to have an affair with. A match made in heaven, or at-least Tinder.
Tags: Gentle Fdom, Cheating, Age Difference, Older Woman, Lots of Good Boy, Call me Mommy, Voyeurism, Riding, Handjob, Breast Play, almost uncontrollable lust, teasing, Big Ass, worship. Cumplay
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'It's a match!'
Those words flickered on Andrew's phone.
It had been several months since he had installed Tinder on his phone. His friends had all convinced him to give it a try, recounting stories of 'spicy' hookups and 'loving' relationships. With the help of his friends, he made his profile.
'Andrew, 21'
'Hi, I'm Andrew, I'm a College student, Looking for something new. I'm a little quiet at first, but I promise I'll take you somewhere fun. I enjoy art and cool things, as well as meeting new people.'
A rather bland and innocent profile, but Andrew thought nothing of it. 'Just be himself' he thought as he uploaded the profile. Eventually, he would match with someone, and that's when the real fun begins.
At least, that's what he hoped would have happened. Much to his dismay, he had very little luck with the app since installing it. Most of the time he wouldn't get a match at all, he was prepared to wade through the long list of silent rejections, though every day it continued to ground slowly on his self-esteem. Added to that, the few matches he did get in the past usually ended up being very short-lived conversations, or worse, bots.
By this point, Andrew was sick of it. It was a pointless waste of time that only made him feel worse about himself. He was going to delete it, move on with his life. Hopefully, meet women in 'the wild.' But before he did any of that, he decided to swipe right, on everyone.
Swiping again and again in frustration, Andrew no longer cared what they looked like, or who they were. He just wanted a single connection to make this all worthwhile, or to hit the end of his limit and use it as the final excuse he needed to delete the stupid app.
'It's a match!'
Andrew did a double-take. He didn't expect it to actually work. He was immediately greeted by this new profile description.
'Alison, 37'
'1 Mile away
Not looking for anything serious. Don't want any commitments.
If you're simply on here to hook up and have some no-strings-attached fun swipe right.'
Andrew was skeptical, very skeptical. The photos showed off a very shapely woman, posed in a variety of different outfits. Her thick, curvy thighs displayed the type of large ass that would make a man sweat over. While not quite the slandered definition of a 'thick girl,' with her flat stomach and hips making her look rather thin by comparison to her legs. She did, however, have sizable breasts to complete her 'heavenly' figure.
Added to that, her slightly curly, brown hair fell to her shoulders and a smile that was almost as eye-catching as her body. This Tinder profile was the proverbial 'white whale' of Tinder profiles. A gorgeous woman, 'Thick' with two C's, with a beautiful smile and fantastic cleavage. She was actively looking to hook up, no strings, no commitment and has purposely swiped right on Andrew's profile.
He didn't believe it, he couldn't believe it. There was no way in hell this 'Alison' was real. Further proof to this claim came from the very obvious examples in her photos, once Andrew could pull his eyes away from her body, that in every photo of the woman, the top half of her face was hidden. Either cut off at the top or scribbled out in an attempt to censor herself. Alison had made sure that her face was not visible in any of her images. An outstanding red flag for Andrew.
Andrew sighed with frustration, his phone thrown to the bed. He wouldn't entertain the idea that this woman was real. It was the very definition of 'too good to be true.'
"Stupid waste of time..." he whined, falling to his bed.
He spent a good several minutes laying in bed. Sulking and debating in his mind. After a while, he picked up his phone again and scrolled to the app. His finger held down, the options for it popped up on the screen.
Uninstall.
His finger hovered over the section of the screen but before he could commit to the app's deletion, his phone buzzed.
A notification from the app he was about to remove. It taunted and tempted him until Andrew couldn't take it anymore. Against his better judgment, he opened the app. A message from Alison waited for him.
"Heyyy" The message read, the extra y's creating an illusion of a real and excited person on the other end. "It's nice to meet you, Andrew." Adding a smiley face emoji to the end of it.
Andrew considered his options, to the best of his recollection, he had never seen a bot use his own name. Usually, they'd give a few generic responses before sending him a link to some horrible looking website.
This felt different, or at least part of Andrew wanted to believe it was real. He felt like an idiot, hoping that this was a real person, but after several long minutes, Andrew sent a reply.
"Hey, Alison. It's nice to meet you too."
Andrew waited for the inevitable generic response. The final, damning piece of evidence that proved that 'Alison' wasn't a real person and that Tinder was the waste of time Andrew knew it to be. His phone buzzed again as he braced himself for the disappointment to come.
"I hope you don't mind the age difference between us." Alison replied, "Personally I think matching with someone so young is, exciting." This time a winking face emoji ended the message.
Andrew realized that was too specific a comment towards him to be a bot. He couldn't help but smile as the hope that this was a real person grew.
"No, not at all." Andrew texted, "I don't mind it at all."
"So Andrew, Tell me about yourself? What are you looking for here?" Alison probed, very directly which kept Andrew wary.
"Just like it says in my bio." he messaged nervously, "Meeting new people, Looking for something new… something fun."
Andrew became painfully aware of how bland his profile looked. He winced at his horrid attempt at being flirty.
"Haha, sorry." He quickly apologized, "I'm too used to getting bots on this app, I don't have great experience at messaging actual people."
He immediately regretted sending the message as soon as it was sent. Not only did he admit that he thought she was a bot, but he also pointed out his lack of experience. It took several long agonizing seconds before Alison responded.
"Fun is good." Alison returned, "And don't worry, I like the shy quiet type. Especially if they're as cute as you."
Andrew was blushing, never in his life had he seen a woman be so aggressively forward with him. As the two exchanged messages back and forth, two things became apparent. Andrew had no idea how to flirt through text and Alison didn't care. To Andrew's surprise, she actually found his inexperience to be, as she put it, 'quite adorable.'
As flirty as Alison was, and as direct as her intentions with Andrew were, she didn't appear to want to meet up as soon as possible. She wanted to get to know Andrew first, which was understandable. Andrew himself was apprehensive to meet up with a complete stranger, regardless of how attractive she appeared to be.
Once the awkward introductions were over and the 'ice' relatively broken, the two started to share basic details about one another. Andrew was very forthcoming when talking about himself. He talked about his current living situation, life at college and his bad experience with Tinder.
Alison on the other hand, for all her flirty and forward nature, was very reserved in talking about her personal life. Andrew learned that she worked at a pharmacy, but wouldn't say which one. She had a fondness for drawing as she once wished to be an artist in her youth. It was also her first time using Tinder, she also didn't have much experience with the app, she mentioned that she received several matches, however, Alison claimed that Andrew was the 'most promising match' she had.
It was obvious that Alison was hiding herself, her photos all avoided showing her full face, along with her avoidance of talking about her current-day personal life, even refusing to give her last name. Andrew however chose to ignore this fact, as the excitement of talking to someone real overrode any gnawing curiosities he might have had.
Even after an hour or two of messaging, Andrew didn't want the conversation to end. With some trepidation in his fingers, he sent Alison his phone number, with the hope that they could continue to get to know each other outside the app.
She didn't respond. One hour went by, Andrew began to worry. Another hour went by, worry turned to regret, Andrew read back over their conversation, trying to work out where he went wrong. He debated sending her another message, apologizing in the hopes to start over, but he decided against it. Defeated, he put his phone down and went on with his day.
That night, as Andrew laid in his bed considering the events of the day, his phone buzzed. The tune one he immediately recognized as a text message. He spun around as fast as he could and grabbed his phone. A short text from an unknown number greeted him.
"Hi Andrew," the message read, "It's Alison, sorry about going silent on you, but some things came up in life that distracted me. I hope you're still up to talk?"
The bouncing ellipsis on the screen told him she was still writing more.
"My life can be pretty chaotic, so I might not always be able to text back. To be honest, I didn't think anyone would swipe on me, or that I'd get a cute boy's number."
Andrew read the message with a giant grin on his face. He tried
his best to respond casually, attempting to hide his excitement.
"Hey, I'm up," He responded, "And don't worry about it, I know life can be crazy at times. I never expected to get this far either, Not exactly sure what to do. Haha."
Andrew had spent several minutes considering what emoji to end the text with, but ended up sending it without one after realizing how sweaty his hands had gotten, he chuckled to himself about how worked up he was getting.
"Also..." The message from Alison replied, "In regards to our earlier conversation. Here's some proof that I'm not a 'bot' or a scammer."
Alison ended the message with a 'tongue out emoji' and capped it with a photo. The photo in question made Andrew's jaw drop.
It was a selfie, Alison sat on her bed, phone held above her. This time her face was fully in the frame, her beautiful, brown eyes completed her already gorgeous smile. More distractedly though, was her very risque, white lace corset lingerie, complete with a matching thong. The angle that Alison had taken the photo highlighted her deep cleavage and made sure to fit as much of her body as she could.
The only words that Andrew could think of texting back were, "Wow..."
His brain was too focused on burning the image into his mind to think of a more appropriate response.
"Oh, And please don't share that photo with anyone." She added on to the message, "I'd hate for people who know me to see it."
"Yeah, of course," Andrew replied, "Though I'm starting to feel way out of my league, haha. You're so beautiful, How'd I get so lucky? Like what's the catch?"
Andrew also added a 'tongue out emoji' to this message, he sent it as a sarcastic, innocent joke. He didn't actually expect there to be a catch, or for Alison to actually answer the question. It took several minutes before she replied.
"Well actually..." The first message said, "There is a catch."
Andrew braced himself after reading that message, his immediate thought went to money. Had this all been a long con to pay for sex? He dismissed that thought, Alison had specifically stated that she wasn't a scammer.
"The reason why I've been so elusive with my personal life." Alison began, "Is because I want this little 'relationship' of ours to be a secret. And the reason I want it to be a secret is..."
There was another pause between messages, Andrew watched in silence as the little ellipses bounced. His eyes occasionally jump back up to the image of the beautiful, half-naked woman on his screen.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it and you can decide if you want this to go further." Andrew was confused, intrigued and anxious as the final message came, "The truth is, I'm married."
"Oh," Andrew responded, unsure of what exactly he could say to that. He was partially relieved that her interest in him was still genuine, while also thinking of all the ways this could blow up in his face.
"Yes..." Alison continued, "So I'll understand if you don't want to continue you. I know it's a lot to ask of someone, especially someone so young."
"No, I want to see you!" He responded, his fingers typing faster than he could think.
Andrew had made a snap decision, he knew that he was 'thinking with his dick' and that the tantalizing photo Alison had sent prior had made a large impact on that decision, but he was willing to risk it.
"I'm fine with it, honest." He continued, "Just let me know when you're next free and we can meet somewhere. Discreetly of course."
Andrew wasn't sure what he had gotten himself into, but all he knew was that he wasn't going to let a woman like that slip through his fingers.
"Great!" Alison replied, "I'm free tonight if you're not busy? I have the house to myself for a few days."
The sudden invitation threw him off balance, he hadn't expected it all to happen tonight. He's looked at the clock in his room, 10:47pm. As a poor college student, he didn't own a car, often relying on public transport to get him from place to place. His chances of getting a bus were low, and an Uber was sure to be expensive depending on how far away she lived.
"That depends." He said with hesitation, hoping that he could find a way to make it all work.
"What's the address?"
As Alison's response came, Andrew was surprised for the millionth time today. As Alison's address was a very familiar street. Another wide smile grew on his face, as Alison lived not five buildings down the road. This mysterious married woman had been so close this entire time.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes." Andrew texted. Tonight was going to be a memorable one and Andrew had to get dressed for the occasion.
Thirteen minutes later, Andrew stood in front of Alison's door. He'd thrown on a dress shirt and some slacks in the hopes to appear more mature. Fiddling with his hair all the while he approached the door. The adrenaline rush of the anticipation beat out the rising anxiety in his stomach as he knocked on the door.
Alison opened the door, revealing Alison, the exact same woman as the photos had indicated, he was relieved to see that she was who she said she'd be, and also a little surprised to find her ever so taller than he was. She was wearing a dark purple dressing gown, with the faint scent of something floral emanating from her. Upon locking eyes with Andrew, she smiled, before taking a quick peek behind him. Once she was certain that no unwanted eyes were on them, she pulled Andrew inside.
"H-hey." Andrew said excitedly, "It's nice to finally meet you."
He chuckled nervously as he inspected the room, the place was much larger than what he was used to, and the furniture looked far more expensive than he felt comfortable being around. He quickly turned his head away, not wanting to gawk for too long, Alison then closed the door and walked past him.
"Do you want some wine?" Alison offered, pointing to the bottle that was already prepared on her dining table, two glasses ready for pouring. "I think that's what people do in this situation, to loosen up."
Andrew nodded in affirmation as Alison opened the bottle of wine and poured herself two glasses. The two stood at either end of the table, unsure if they should sit down or stay standing.
"Thanks," Andrew accepted the glass, he'd never gotten a taste for wine but he wasn't going to let that show now. "It's a real nice place you got here."
Alison smiled in reply, the chosen topic seeming to strike a nerve.
"Yes," She grumbled dismissively, her fingers fiddling with the ring around her finger. "It's a fine place, but far too large for my taste, especially the days when I'm all by myself."
Andrew noted her annoyance was not towards anything he said but spoke more to whatever situation had led her to seek an affair in the first place.
"Um, Not to dampen the mood," Andrew probed, wanting to get clarification on her husband's whereabouts, "Where is your… uh, husband? He's not gonna like, walk in on us or anything?"
He cringed a little after mentioning it, the last thing he wanted was to bring up a sore topic and ruin any chance of things continuing.
"No." Alison replied, returning to her glass of wine, "He's away, business trip or some such nonsense. I don't actually know what he's doing."
Andrew could hear the slight tinge of anger in her voice towards her husband.
"But he won't be home for the week, leaving me alone in this house, in this city… away from everyone else I cared about." Realization flashed across Alison's face as she shook herself out of her bad mood.
"Sorry, it's been a while," Alison continued, "Since I've done this, I may be a little rusty. Not that I've done this before..."
Her assertive personality online had now softened, the way her finger danced around the glass made Andrew realize that Alison was just as nervous as he was.
"That's alright," Andrew said, taking a sip of the wine and trying not to react to it. "It's alright, it's my first time doing this."
Panic set in as Andrew realized how that might have sounded, "Uh! I mean, it's not my 'first time' but it's like, my first time meeting up with someone… online that is."
As Andrew stumbled over his words, he chose to shut himself up by taking a larger swig of wine, before stifling a cough, he felt himself digging deeper and deeper into the proverbial hole. Much to his surprise, Alison simply giggled at his panicked rambling, as she gave Andrew a calming gaze.
"Well then." She chuckled with a playful smile, before sculling the rest of her wine, "Since we're both such 'virgins' at online hookups..."
She placed her glass down gently, the wine giving her renewed courage.
"Why don't we just take this slow." She walked off towards a nearby couch, not wanting to be left behind, Andrew quickly followed, similarly sculling his wine "Get ourselves, comfortable."
As she sat down on the couch, Andrew could see partially between her dressing gown. The same white lingerie could briefly be seen as she adjusted herself, the mental image of the photo flashed in his mind. Coupled together with her now exposed leg as she sat sideways on the couch, Andrew could feel an erection growing.
"Sit down." Alison purred as she pats the couch seat next to her.
Andrew noted that the couch was smaller than he initially assumed and knew that with the way she was sitting, the two would be very close. His assumption was proved correct as he sat down, as Alison's leg gently kicked right next to his, not quite touching but inching closer with every movement.
"Good boy." She praised Andrew as he relaxed into the couch, "I like a boy who does what he's told."
This sent a shiver down Andrew's spine, along with a huge blush across his face.
"Oh?" Alison perked up, "You like that did you?"
Her leg moved slighter higher as she leaned closer toward Andrew, her perfume radiating from under her dressing gown. Andrew instinctively followed his nose towards the
pleasant scent and was greeted with the lovely view of her large cleavage staring back at him.
Her stunning breasts were still held back behind her lace corset, but they still looked as soft and inviting as ever. Her scent tugged his face ever closer as Andrew imagined landing face-first into her tits. He quickly stopped himself and looked back up to Alison.
"Uh.. sorry," Andrew said with embarrassment, shyly looking away.
Alison giggled again, she seemed to enjoy being ogled by the young man
.
"No, don't be," Alison breathed, "It's nice to know that I can still have that effect on some men."
Her leg continued to rock back and forth. Revealing more and more of her upper thigh.
"Especially one so..." Alison sighed as she bit her lip, "young".
Andrew squirmed in his seat, she had basically given him permission to stare, yet years of courtesy was telling him to look away.
"Do you want to see more?" She asked coyly, her hand pulling against the gown, teasing more of her body underneath. This drew his eyes right back, her playful teasing goading him on.
"Do you want to touch me?" She whispered, pulling back the gown fully and exposing her semi-naked body. "Because only good boys get to touch."
She sensually rubbed her neck, slowly drawing her hand down across her breasts and landing it down on her hip.
"Are you a good boy?" She playfully teased, seeming to delight in having Andrew's eyes all over her.
"Y-yes?" Andrew answered, too distracted to think.
"Yes, what?" She dared, leaning closer towards Andrew's face.
"Yes… Alison." Andrew answered again, attempting to kiss the closely approaching lips.
A finger met his lips, as Alison held him back. A devilish smile across her lovely face.
"No, no." She cooed, "Good boys don't get to use my name. Try again."
Andrew thought hard about what game she was trying to play. They hadn't established any prior pet names and he knew no other name to call her. He did however have a pretty good guess on what she was expecting to hear. Her smile perked up even higher as Andrew began again.
"Yes… Mommy?" He replied, hoping that he hadn't just made a fool of himself. Too embarrassed over what he had just uttered, he kept his eyes closed waiting to hear the woman's response.
The response arrived suddenly and passionately, as a warm set of lips placed over his, followed by the wonderful sensation of her tongue greeting him. Her larger body pushed against him, as he fell back into the corner of the couch. After several wonderful seconds of kissing, Alison increased the tempo by grabbing Andrew's hands and placing them on her rear.
Andrew was already aware that she had a large and inviting ass, but no picture in the world could prepare him for what he felt. Two big, meaty handfuls of soft flesh graced his palm, as he squeezed into her gently. The playful desire to jiggle her ass cheeks took over, as he rocked the older woman back and forth in his hands.
His fingers even nudged their way under her thong, gently teasing the possibility of inserting a finger, but never daring to. As Andrew groped and fondled her ass, she pulled in closer to him. Grinding herself along with his erection, hidden behind his pants.
Alison's hands wandered up Andrew's shirt, taking the time to feel every part of his stomach and chest. Andrew never thought he had a particularly amazing figure but that didn't slow her down in the least and after several long, heavenly minutes of lustful kissing, she pushed herself away from him.
Once free, she kept Andrew down on the couch as she moved to straddle him. Andrew's face was now in line with her breasts and Alison playfully leaned into him so he could get a good face full of her cleavage. She giggled as she shook her shoulder from side to side, allowing him to kiss the exposed flesh above the corset.
Andrew tugged on the fabric but quickly gave up when it wouldn't come undone. Alison responded by gently slapping his arms into the air and removing his shirt. Giving his chest some tender kisses in return. She rocked back and forth in his lap, allowing Andrew's hands to return to her ass cheeks.
"Does my good boy want something?" She teased, nudging her breasts back into his face. "All you have to do is ask nicely?"
Andrew looked up at the older woman, her face showing a mix of loving care and playful arousal as she stroked his hair. He tried his best to give her his best pleading face, still embarrassed about the pet names, even if he did find them to be exciting.
"Please mommy, can I see your breasts?" Andrew urged, giving Alison's ass another firm squeeze.
Whatever sexual thrill Andrew received from being called a 'good boy' seemed to be multiplied tenfold for Alison when she heard herself being called "mommy." As she immediately sped up her hip thrusting and giggling at the request.
She agreed to his request. Removing her lace corset, slowly and seductively. Andrew's eyes were hypnotized by the soft, round, and thanks to her constant thrusting, jiggling breasts. When she finally removed the corset and threw it behind the couch, Alison took an extra moment to simply sway her tits side to side.
Andrew went headfirst back into them, nothing else seemed to matter, he wanted to rub them with every part of his face, all at once and then his hands also needed a turn. Pinching, pulling, rubbing and stroking. Never in his life did he imagine being face first in titties like this and he was going to make the most of it. Of all the things he dreamed about doing to a nice, round pair of tits, he had one desire above all else. He placed his lips around the closest nipple and started to suck.
Alison let out a surprised moan, Andrew tried to move back, fearing that he'd gone too far, but she held his head in place, even pulled him in closer.
"Oh fuck!" Alison gasped, gently tugging on his hair, "Right there baby, suck on mommy's nipples."
She slowly nudged herself further down Andrew's legs but made sure to keep his face, and lips, firmly planted on her breasts. Her breathy moans, along with her fingers running through his hair, edged him on. He was so distracted by suckling on her boobs, that Andrew didn't even notice how Alison unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He was in the middle of swapping to the other nipple when he felt the warm embrace of Alison's fingers wrapped around his cock.
"Don't stop," Alison moaned, kissing the top of his head and holding it against her chest, "Let mommy take care of you."
With her free hand grabbing the underside of his cock, she started to jerk her wrist. Gently at first, moving around until she could find a comfortable position. Long, loving strokes would start at the base and work all the way up to the head. Every time she returned back to the base of his cock, she would give Andrew's balls a gentle squeeze with her fingers before making another stroke up.
Andrew pulled away from Alison's nipples, she stared at him hungrily while she continued to jerk his cock. He returned that look with a kiss, as Alison readjusted herself by climbing off him and cuddling up to his side. All the while without removing her hand from his dick. This allowed them both to finish striping Andrew of his pants. It also allowed Andrew to simultaneously return to sucking on her nipples while having a handful of her ass, as well as position Alison to give a more enthusiastic handjob.
Once in position, her pace picked up to match the energy Andrew was showing to her tits. Soft, loving tugs were now replaced with energetic, passionate jerking. His hips bounced in response, trying to fuck Alison's hands as she worked.
"Good boy!" Alison praised, speeding up her wrist movement to match Andrew's hips. "Does this feel good? Do you like it when mommy jerks your cock like this?"
Andrew attempted to pull himself away to speak, but Alison pulled him back into her boobs.
"Shh," She affirmed, "No need to talk. Just keep sucking on mommy. I need my good boy to release a nice big load. All over mommy's hand."
Those words in his ear were the final nail in the coffin, between the joy of suckling on Alison's magnificent breasts, her loving, yet intense handjob, and now her unique sense of dirty talk, Andrew hit his limit. Almost as if on command, he ejaculated right into Alison's hand. The sticky, warm seed coated her palm as she wrung out the last few spurts from his dick.
"Shh. Shh," Alison continued, delighting in the way Andrew would twitch in her hand, "Good boy… You shot out so much for me."
Andrew was in a state of blissful shock, never in his life had he thought that a simple handjob could make him cum so intensely, although this was anything but simple. He laid against Alison's breasts while gathering his breath. He looked up at Alison, who was looking at her cum covered hand in amazement, specifically her wedding ring, which was now coated in the young man's seed.
"Look at that?" She chuckled, seemingly content to let the liquid pool and occasionally drip down her arm. "Such a good boy for me."
"T-thank you, mommy," Andrew replied, still slightly out of breath, cuddling up into her boobs while he watched her play with his cum.
"No thank you." She returned, "For giving mommy such a wonderful gift."
Andrew then watched, in stunned silence, as Alison poured the white liquid into her mouth, making sure to lick any and all drops that had made its way down her arm. Then licking her palm and fingers clean, taking extra care to remove the last remaining globs of cum from her ring. She then tilted her head back and shut her eyes, before finally making a loud, satisfying sigh. Licking her lips in exaggeration. This entire display was enough to bring the young man back, his cock hardened by the seductive display.
"Wow..." Andrew murmured with awe, the same "Wow" was returned by Alison, who had noticed his hard again erection.
"Come with me,"
Alison commanded, leading Andrew by the hand into the bedroom.
The bedroom was just as fancy as the rest of the house, however, Andrew didn't get enough time to inspect the place before being pushed back onto the bed.
Alison straddled him for the second time tonight, her wet pussy gliding along his cock, her thong had been removed while he wasn't looking.
"Now be a good boy for mommy." She began, placing his hands on her thick thighs, "And let me fucking ride you!"
Andrew opened his mouth to respond, but simply moaned as her welcoming cunt fell down onto his cock. Gently, she bounced up and down, each time making her way deeper and deeper towards the base.
"Oh fuck!" Alison moaned.
"Oh fuck..." Andrew repeated, ready to hold on for dear life.
Alison leaned forward, her tits dangling in front of Andrew's face. Speeding up the tempo as Andrew squeezed her thighs. This only further spurred her to fuck him even faster as she let out a very loud moan.
"It's about damn time!" She yelled passionately, making sure to slightly twist her hips with every bounce. "Do you have any idea how long I've imagined doing this!"
Leaning all the way down, Alison kissed his neck.
"Finding a cute and obedient boy to corrupt!" She whispered into his ear, "A young and handsome stud to bring home… and fuck!"
She let out another loud squeal as Andrew found the energy to thrust up into her. All he could say in response was a strained, "Yes mommy."
"Bouncing on your beautiful dick. As you make me moan." She continued, pinning Andrew to the bed by his shoulders, she sped up her bouncing again. "This is a dream come fucking true!"
"Oh fuck." Andrew groaned, slowly approaching his limit, "Mommy, I'm going..."
"I wonder how my husband would feel if he saw you fucking me so damn hard!" Alison moaned, blatantly ignoring Andrew's warning, lost in her lust for his dick.
"Mommy, please..." Andrew pleaded, but Alison's moans drowned him out.
"The guilt, the excitement." She giggled, "Why does it all make it all feel so god damn good!"
Andrew attempted yet again to warn Alison of his impending orgasm, but she responded with a deep kiss and an even more forceful thrusting down onto him. He knew that at this moment it was pointless, so he surrendered to the pleasure.
It didn't take long before he burst. With nowhere else to go, Alison's enthusiastic pussy welcomed spurt after spurt of Andrews sticky seed. This was compounded by Alison's own apparent orgasm as she started twitching and moaning into their shared kiss. She made no attempt to remove herself from Andrew's ejaculation, even grinding herself down into him as if she was attempting to keep it all inside her. After several blissful seconds of orgasming, she pulled away from the kiss to speak.
"Oh fuck! That's it, baby!" The 'cum-drunk' woman moaned, "Shoot a hot sticky load into me. Did that feel good?"
She gave a few more kisses all over Andrew's face, he was too exhausted to say anything, though Alison could tell he was trying to thank her.
"Such a good boy for mommy," She continued, pulling herself off his cock and watching as her new cream-pie dripped out of her, "Cumming inside her while she cums..."
Upon hearing that, Andrew worried about what he had just done, but Alison assured him that it was perfectly alright, calming him with some more kisses and hair stroking. Once sufficiently calmed down, Alison climbed off him and snuggled up beside him. Her fingers trace random circles along his chest.
"You know..." She cooed, kissing Andrew's neck. "My husband doesn't get back for a week… If you wanted to stay over for a few nights..."
Andrew grinned, mainly to himself, also in confirmation to Alison. As he fell asleep in the older woman's arms, he knew that his life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.