Her young lover takes over
Max's father was opening a new branch office and wouldn't be back for a couple of months. In the meantime, Max was left in charge of their old office, and was pleased to get the staff on his side. More importantly, he had a beautiful older woman as his lover. He felt like a conquering hero, with everything going his way.
The woman's husband had left her, and wouldn't be back. It was a shock, and she was hurt, feeling emotionally vulnerable. Added to that, her finances were in ruins. He took all the paperwork concerning the money situation, with a genuine intention of doing his best for her. He hadn't expected her to give in to his advances so easily, but she had, and he felt very satisfied with how things were progressing.
He gazed at her while she cooked dinner, and smiled.
'You're wonderful, and I'm a lucky man,' he said.
'What brought that on?' she laughed.
'I was just thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful woman looking after me,' he said.
'Wait until after dinner,' she playfully warned him.
'I wasn't thinking of that. I was,' he faltered.
Chloe recognised his contemplative mood, and wondered what he was thinking. Was she a mother substitute? His mother had walked out when he was very young. That might explain the crush he had on her. He admitted he hadn't thought to start an affair, and that it happened spontaneously. If she considered the coincidence of him being there when the letter from her husband arrived, she would have been suspicious. Before she could dwell upon it, the cooking demanded attention.
Together they cleared away, and sat with a cup of coffee, smiling at each other.
'Do you have any more of those nice underwear sets?' he asked.
'Do you think of nothing but sex?' she teased.
'When I look at you, no,' he teased right back.
'You mean the stockings and suspenders, no,' she said.
'You need to buy more,' he suggested.
'I don't have any money,' she reminded him.
'Don't worry about the mortgage, I've fixed that, and I've taken over the bills,' he said.
'What do you mean about the mortgage?' she asked.
'I bought the house. The utility bills are paid out of my account, so that's not a problem. I arranged for the interest on credit cards to be frozen, but they had to be returned to the lenders. You'll have to deal in cash from now on,' he explained.
'You bought the house? How?' she said, looking worried.
'My grandmother left me a lot in her will. It's a good investment,' he explained.
'But how did you? What did I sign the other day?' she asked, becoming more worried.
'You signed a power of attorney form, so I can deal with the debts,' he explained.
'I didn't realise, you didn't tell me, why did you do that?' she asked, sounding cross.
'You needed help, and weren't in a fit state to deal with it,' he shrugged.
'But this is serious, Max. I can't let you do this,' she complained.
'You were right about the bills. Your finances are out of control. The bank was ready to foreclose. The credit cards are maxed out. It's a real mess,' he explained.
'Is it really that bad? Is that why he ran out on me?' she said.
It looked as though she was going to burst into tears.
'Don't worry. I'll take you out shopping tomorrow. Buy you some sexy underwear, to make you feel good,' he cajoled her.
'I need food not underwear,' she tried to joke.
She tried to smile at him, wanting to hide her feelings. This was very worrying. Buying naughty underwear would please him, not her.
'What's the matter?' he asked.
'Nothing,' she said, and got up to wash the coffee cups.
He wrapped his arms around her, tightening the grip to stop her squirming away.
'Tell me,' he forcefully spoke.
'You've taken over my finances. I didn't realise what you were doing,' she stated.
'It's just until you get on your feet. I'll get you a job, and you can re-build your life. It will be alright, you'll see. I told you, I care about you, and I'll look after you,' he reassured her.
'Thank you, Max,' she said.
It would take far more than kind words to allay the uneasiness. He was being nice, even fulfilling a promise to care for her, yet it didn't feel right. He was an eighteen year old, and she felt it was taking advantage. Or maybe he was taking advantage of her, though there wasn't much she could do about it. Nothing at all.
'Come on, cheer up. You're safe with me here,' he said.
She did feel safe in his arms, so relaxed and gave in.
'Come on, let's go to bed,' he encouraged. 'We'll have a nice cuddle.'
She was about to make some excuse, and send him home. Then she realised things had changed between them. It was going to be very different from now on. It was now his bed, his bedroom, and his house. Her husband had run out on her, and Max had taken over responsibility for her. This young man had completely taken her over, without bothering to ask her opinion.
'If you want,' she reluctantly agreed.
She slipped between the sheets and pulled them up under her neck, waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. She felt shy and vulnerable. He began kissing, and caressing her body.
'You're not very enthusiastic tonight,' he said. 'Is there something wrong?'
'No, it's alright,' she said, and kissed him gently on the lips.
He kissed her more enthusiastically. As a married woman she knew how to fake it. With the minimum of effort she responded to his foreplay. Making amorous noises, wriggling her curvaceous body, and kissing his body when it came in range. It was a dreadful thought, that she had to play along with this boy to keep him happy.
He made his way down the bed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was hoped it sounded like a passionate sound. With him down there, she wouldn't have to put on a sex face. She laid back with legs apart, trying to ignore him, needing to think things through. He was an eighteen year old, unused to the responsibilities of adulthood, which left her in a precarious position.
She felt his lips, tongue, and nipping teeth travelling over her thighs. His lips reached hers and she couldn't help lifting her hips, offering her sex at a better angle. She deeply sighed, giving in to the delicious feelings. Her body was becoming energised, full of life, with churning emotions. When he found her clit, engorged and sensitive, a garbled sound of approval escaped her mouth, from deep within her throat. It sounded as though she were gargling. Only with him did she make such a basic animal sound. The intense foreplay was mind numbing, sending her into a private little world of pleasure.
It was a pleasure she couldn't resist, and he was patient and persistent with foreplay. She laid back letting him suck her sex into his mouth. Despite the earlier resolve to just endure it, she became ready for him.
As soon as he entered her, an orgasm rocked her, shaking her whole body. His enthusiasm and caring love-making, renewed overwhelming feelings of emotion. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing his face into her breasts, wanting to make him happy in return for the wondrous place he had taken her. When he fell asleep in her arms, she smiled and stroked his hair. The feeling of wrongness melted away, to be replaced by a deepening affection.
***
Next morning, Chloe was up early, letting him sleep. It gave her a chance to think without him influencing her. It was true that she needed help with the finances. At least she no longer had to worry about losing the house and finding somewhere to live. He was paying the bills, but what about Wendy's college fees?
Wendy had phoned on Sunday to say she was off with friends for a few days. She had no idea when she would be back. How easy it was for the young, without life's boring responsibilities. She sat at the kitchen table with her head in her hands. The coffee was going cold.
'What the hell have I got myself into?' she asked the coffee cup.
If it had answered back, she wouldn't have felt more insane than she already did.
'That boy has me trapped!' she whispered.
At last it was sinking in. Her whole life had changed. Max owned the house and everything in it, leaving her with nothing. No income meant it wasn't possible to save for a deposit on an apartment. She'd have to ask him for money to live on, until she could get a job.
'Hell! I'm a grown woman asking a boy for pocket money!' she fiercely whispered at the coffee cup. 'He's going to buy my panties, even my panty liners every month. I'm sleeping in a young boy's bed, having to pander to his whims, or I'll be on the street!'
It was true. Relying upon an adolescent was a precarious existence. If he grew tired of her, or found a girl his own age, what then? Would he throw her out on the street? The independence and freedom adulthood brought, had been stripped from her, leaving her feeling like a pathetic child. She was dependent upon Max for food, clothes, make-up, and absolutely everything.
'I'll have to quickly learn what he likes in bed, or I could be on the street,' she moaned.
'Damn it! I know what he likes. He likes me in his bed, fucking me,' she said, and coarsely laughed. 'I'll be fucking him for pocket money. Does that make me his cheap whore?' she quietly asked the cup.
'I can't blame him. It's all my fault,' she whined.
She had already succumbed to his advances. Would she continue submitting to him, when he made more adventurous sexual demands? He was too young to have developed kinky habits. Though, he wasn't old enough to know what he liked, and would be experimenting, trying things out. She would have to play along with him, letting him experiment upon her.
She would be his plaything, kept for sexual games. She would be nothing more than his fuck doll! Chloe felt small and insignificant. If she didn't want to be thrown out on the street, she would have to pander to his whims. To keep his interest and receive an allowance, she would have to show enthusiasm, and feed his imagination.
'Oh, hell! I'm so wet and horny just thinking about it,' she moaned. 'Surely I haven't always been like this, a dirty slut. Has he brought it out of me, or has he changed me? Damn, it! I don't care. I just want him to fuck me,' she laughed.
After breakfast, Max was enthusiastic to go shopping. This was a new experience for Chloe, as her husband hated spending money. It made her wonder what he had been spending it on. She felt angry that he got them into debt, obviously by overspending on his mistress.
She asked Max to wear a business suit, so that he looked older. She was still apprehensive over meeting anyone she knew. What would they think of her, with a young lover, for it would show on both their faces. With her on his arm he felt older, and more responsible. She felt embarrassed.
'Let's get something in here,' he said.
'They're a bit expensive. We need food and essentials, rather than playthings,' she reminded him.
'I guess you've always been sensible, so it's about time you relaxed and had some fun. Besides, if we buy frozen food it will need to be taken home. This first, then the essential things,' he scolded her.
