Last time I wrote that my slutty lifestyle might be coming to a conclusion. But I realised after a while that I need to reconsider. I'm in my early fifties now. A mother and grandmother. I am divorced but not lonely. After my husband opted for a younger woman I found a better life. And so much incredible, rewarding sex. I took a lot of new lovers. Most of them were much, much younger than me. There were so many new things to try and I never thought I'd have so many orgasms. It was like I'd become a new woman. A year ago I assumed that my life was changing again and I'd leave all that behind.
So am I still a slut? What if I told you that I am still screwing young Patrick?
As I said in my earlier updates, younger men are always so ripe and ready. Their cocks get hard so quickly. They shoot so much semen. And they recover quickly from their first climax so they're ready to deliver even more pleasure. My husband was a man who liked to make it last for a while but would cum when he was ready -- and then went to sleep. Whereas young men are always hungry for more and, barely able to control their lust, ready to earn their chance to have sex with an older woman.
I've had so many firsts with my boys. Because they expect an older woman to teach them new things. And because they don't judge but are grateful.
The thing about younger mean is that they eventually find girlfriends. That always has worked out well since I avoided any emotional entanglements. Believe me, I am in this for the hot sex.
Patrick has a girlfriend now. I'm happy for him. It means he hardly ever sleeps in my bed but I think its for the best. The upside is that I have more time for other men. I have found that adultery -- cheating sex -- is as incredibly hot as people say. Its not like that with Patrick, though. I don't think of him as cheating on his girlfriend. For a start, she is the kind of girl who wants to wait till after the wedding. But I believe it is wrong to let Patrick's talent, that I have developed, go to waste. And I have my own needs to be taken care of.
Honestly, I am enough of a slut to accept that I have many needs. And that includes more than one lover. Though Patrick is the right boy to meet many of those needs. He is still very special to me -- my young Asian man who so earnestly desires my naked body and to give me all the pleasures I ask of him.
He has turned twenty. Still perfect for the cougar that I admit I have become. Like his peers - those young males with their straining, throbbing young dicks that are always so ready for me. Boys less than half my age were such a delight after my lousy ex-husband. I'm not chasing after more of those boys but my Patrick is still a delight.
He is experienced after more than a year of coming to my bed -- perhaps trained is the word. I can say that he has very satisfying oral skills. And he is wonderful when using one of my toys on me, either in my pussy or my bottom. I constantly look forward to having his small, soft body next to mine. As an Asian male his penis is not huge. Then again, its no smaller than my ex-husband's. He is circumcised (I think that's unusual for an Asian boy) and his shaft is a wonderful sight as it stands over his small, hairy ball sack.
It feels so good in my vag. And he is a wonderful lover now that he has learned what I truly need for a good screwing. Other times I just love having him in my mouth. His size means I can take his entire cock, until my nose is in his pubic hair. I'm proud of myself for that. And for giving Patrick something he'll never get from another woman.
Last week Patrick came to visit me after work. At first I could use his job to give him a reason to come to me. Not that he needs a reason any more. But by the time he arrived I was incredibly horny. And having all kind of dirty thoughts.
I'd removed all my underwear -- an advantage of still working from my home office. As soon as he arrived, Patrick started undoing my shirt. I am very pleased to say I still have a great body and that even the young guys lust after me. By then it was impossible to hide my own desire. I started feeling for his lovely dick and he was as hard as any young man who knew he was going to get a screw that night.
I'd barely let him inside my front door but my firm B-cups were hanging out of my shirt. I sank to my knees in front of him as I extracted that delicious young shaft from his trousers.
"I've been thinking about this all day," I breathed.
"Oh, Maria..." he moaned in reply.
I know the girlfriend sometimes agrees to give him oral. But Patrick is her first so she still has a lot to learn. Whereas I know just how to massage his young, hairy balls as I slowly work my way down his six inches.
"So good," he gasped.
"You are a good boy," I grinned to him before plunging down again.
I like big cocks. But Patrick is a perfect size to swallow him all and still have enough room to use my tongue on his shaft. It is a thrill every time I feel his pre-cum starting to ooze from his pee hole. And I can only imagine what he sees as I kneel and engulf his precious dick with my mouth. Yes, I still get excited by the wickedness of being an older woman who sucks off boys who are decades younger than her.
"Unghh... unghhh..." he was grunting.
There I was, a woman old enough to be his mother, pleasuring his young cock with my mouth. Kneeling in front of him like, well, a slut. It was a beautiful thing to feel the throbbing of his youthful shaft. And the instinctive movement of his hips. I knew I was soaking. I had to make the most of the short time we had that night.
In my bedroom, I undressed completely. I've kept up my gym workouts. My butt is round and firm. My legs are toned and shapely. I admit I've put on a little weight -- my boobs are a C-cup now. Patrick appreciates it all, of course. I lay on my back and let my young lover show me how much with his gentle touch and his roaming kisses. When he reached for my boobs, and my hardened nipples, I was almost in heaven.
"Yes... yes... oh, Patrick..." I moaned.
I wrapped my arms around his young, small body -- still barely a man -- and hugged him to me as he enjoyed my firm boobs. I'm still proud of them, glad I chose to get a boob-job. And I love it when a nice young man pays lots of attention to them, sucking and enjoying them while I moan with delight.
"Bite them... please baby..."
His sharp nibbling on my hard nipples sent those wonderful electric shock through my body. I gasped with joy and reached down to his lovely young cock. It's the right size to fit neatly into my hand. And I love the fact that his young specimen is so familiar to me now.
"I need this," I mewled. "Baby, I need you to fuck me."
I knew full well that Patrick wanted to screw me just as bad. All young men are made that way, aren't they? But I have trained him to be an extra considerate lover. And in a flash he was between my legs. I spread wide for him, knowing what he intended and eager for him.
