Lucille pulled Luke Gable's tee shirt up off of his broad chest and over his face, momentarily trapping his arms above his head. She pushed him playfully up against her bedroom wall, running her hands down the sides of his torso and over his sharply defined abdominal muscles. Reveling in playing the aggressor, she kissed his belly then trailed her tongue upward across his chest. She captured one of his nipples between her lips and bit it. His entire body jerked reflexively.
"Ouch—watch it!" Luke twisted away, yanking his shirt off and tossing it to the floor. Lucille's heart raced at the sight of the athletic teen standing bare chested in the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. "Man, you are serious business, Mrs. Aldrich."
"Oh, I think you can call me Lucie," she teased. She advanced on him, hips swaying. She loosened the sash of her robe. It was a long, transparent blue silk number that she'd purchased recently just for occasions such as this one. She knew that Luke had been getting a good look at the outline of her pert tits and ass and her long legs since she'd met him at the front door a few minutes ago and led him up the main stair of the quiet, empty house to the bed that until recently she'd shared only with Frank. Now she let the robe fall open. It slipped half-way down her shoulders as she knelt on the carpet before her son's teammate and friend.
"But really, dear...boys I get naked for can call me anything they like as long as they give me a good fucking."
Luke looked surprised and intrigued by her use of the plural. That was the effect she'd hoped for. In truth, Luke would be the first youngster other than Trey that she'd seduced. She'd chosen him based partly on the easy confidence he'd displayed on the occasions that he'd hung around her house. He had a little bravado about him that to her mature point of view came across as sweetly naive. Mainly, though, she'd picked him because of the images on Trey's laptop.
Lucille let her fingers glide up the inside of Luke's thighs. She rested her hands on the bulge straining the front of his jeans for a few moments before continuing on to undo the heavy steel buckle of his studded leather belt. She unsnapped his jeans, pulled down the zipper and tugged his pants and under shorts down to his ankles.
His cock sprang out, hard and inviting. Lucille had admired that cock in photographs of Luke drilling powerfully into the willing pussies and mouths of her friends and neighbors as well as total strangers. Now the big fleshy missile curved up from the thick blond nest of Luke's pubic hair mere inches from her face. It was nearly as long as her son's and perhaps a bit bigger around, and ended in a shiny, crimson, blood-engorged cock knob already wet with seminal fluid.
"What a beauty," Lucille whispered. She closed her right hand around the base of Luke's prick and jacked him slowly. More fluid bubbled out of his cock-slit. Her pussy moistened in response. She used her left hand to play with her clit.
"Now, we have the afternoon to ourselves. What should we do first?" Lucille rubbed his cock-crown over her mouth.. "Hmm...you taste so good, I think I'd like to suck your cock. How about that?" Lucille looked up at Luke through her long eyelashes, licking sticky pre-cum from her lips.
"Uh-huh." Luke suddenly seemed almost shy, knocked off balance by her boldness. She was finding it remarkably easy to break through the tough facades that adolescent boys presented to adults, and the discovery of that power excited her.
"Uh-huh...what?" she taunted. "Tell me what you want. Use your words, child."
"S-suck me, Mrs.—
Lucie,
" the boy pled, curling his fingers in her long silver tresses. Oh fuck, my dick's so stiff. "Suck it for me, please?"
Laughing triumphantly, Lucille opened her mouth wide as she could and sucked the first few inches of the teenager's prick inside. She closed her pink lips in a tight, wet seal around the smooth warm cock-stalk. She shut her eyes and moaned contentedly. His cock throbbed so hard that she could feel his pulse as the head pressed against the roof of her mouth. Pre-cum continued to drool from his slit. Lucille swirled her tongue around his spongy cock tip as she sucked, catching and swallowing his tasty, leaking spunk.
Boy juice is so delicious
, she thought happily. It pleased her to discover that Luke tasted different from Trey. She was sure that nothing could quite equal the degenerate thrill of drinking her own son's jism, but she hoped that Luke's would be as thick and as plentiful.
Luke had responded surprisingly quickly when she had begun texting him three days ago. Perhaps Lucille had herself been naive to think that her behavior was any more brazen than that of his other older, married bedmates. This boy was already an experienced stud, after all. She planned to reap the benefits of that experience.
Their first suggestive exchanges had progressed quickly to explicit sexting and finally to Lucille sending him several photos of herself wearing only sheer panties and a half-bra that she'd taken while standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. After that, arranging an afternoon meeting had been a simple matter of course. Frank's schedule was completely predictable. Luke, who figured that he knew more about Trey's daily plans and whereabouts than either of Trey's own parents did, had assured her that her son would be helping the music teacher at school out with "some kind of extra credit project." That had secretly amused Lucille.
Luke shuddered as Lucille dragged her nails lightly down the backs of his thighs. His gaze was fixed on her face, watching her eagerly making a meal of his prick.. Lucille slurped and smacked her lips and gurgled on his throbbing boner, making a show of her appetite for cock-meat. Luke rewarded her performance as she'd hoped, his hard-on growing even larger and stiffer as she sucked him deeper into her throat. She snaked her left hand up between his legs, tickling and teasing his swollen balls.
"Goddamn, doll," Luke groaned. "Who knew you'd be such a great cocksucker?"
Lucille's heart swelled with womanly pride at his words. Her arousal climbed feverishly. She moaned softly as she slid her warm lips wantonly up and down his prick. Daily practice with Trey enabled her to easily take Luke's cock further down her throat more quickly than she had on that first night with her son. Judging from Luke's glassy-eyed look and the quickening pace of his breath she was sure that very shortly her efforts would pay off in a long drink of rich cum.
Luke had other ideas. Without warning, he yanked his dick from Lucille's mouth. He slid his strong hands under her arms and lifted her up before him so that her nipples were level with his mouth. He nibbled and sucked one and then the other, moving back and forth between her hard little brown buds. She cried out and pedaled her legs frantically in mid-air, unable to even touch the carpet with her toes while this boy used his raw physical strength to hold her in erotic captivity.
He was in no hurry now. He seemed to enjoy exciting the older woman with his mouth nearly as much as she enjoyed being the subject of his lustful attentions. Every time his teeth scraped across one of her nipples her pussy walls contracted needily.
Just when she began to believe that Luke might be able and willing to hold her suspended in the air and tease her indefinitely, he carried her across the room and dropped her casually on to the middle of her bed.
The horny older woman lay atop the cool sheets and watched her young playmate kick off his track shoes and step out of his jeans. Her open, dripping pussy ached for hard cock...but when he crawled across the bed to reach for her, she rolled effortlessly out of his grasp. A momentary flash of frustration crossed Luke's face—not anger, but the mystified surprise of a boy playing in the sandbox whose favorite toy truck had just been snatched away by a grown-up.
