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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Cougar ahead - warning dangerous curves! He was of age, but he was also nearly her daughter's age. He was also too hot to resist. She knew what happendd in Vegas would have to stay there. But when that much younger man made a pass at her, she found she couldn't say "No!" He had the body but she had the knowledge. It was one long weekend of love. Another true and fascinating look at the erotic adventures of today's cougars from the pen of Eleanor Tremaine!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [132 KB]
Words: 27801
Reading time: 79-111 min.

CHAPTER ONE

Jacob and I had only one child, Olivia.

I don't think we really spoiled her. But, as our only child, I suppose I did hover over her somewhat. And, whether you call it hovering or simply being a responsible parent, I was pretty active in the Upas Avenue School PTA.

That's in San Diego, California, if you didn't know.

When Olivia was in Mrs. Thorn's room, in the sixth grade, I volunteered to be room mother.

Of course, I cleared it with Olivia beforehand. I knew that for some kids, it can be embarrassing to have mother hanging around the classroom.

But, Olivia assured me she was 'cool with it.' And I knew my daughter. She meant it.

So, on special occasions like Halloween and Christmas, I contacted other mothers of kids in Mrs. Thorn's room and we brought things like cupcakes and punch for the students' class parties.

Now, let's face it. Some people are more appealing to each of us than others.

And, I freely admit that I was more attracted to some of Olivia's classmates and friends than to others.

So, I'm not ashamed to tell you that I found Kaden Brodick a real doll.

I could tell the other mothers found the boy attractive as well. That was natural enough. He was tall for his age. Extremely good looking. He was outgoing, friendly, had a gorgeous smile, was well-built, good at sports...

Jesus! Just listen to me. Here I am raving about a damned twelve-year-old boy.

You'd think I was a cradle robber or something.

Well, I'm not.

As I said, some people are just more appealing than others. It has nothing to do with sex or anything like that. I just liked the kid. And I could see that the other mothers did, too.

And, Kaden always seemed to go out of his way to be nice to me.

After all, I was Olivia's mother. And Kaden and Olivia had been good friends ever since kindergarten.

Olivia and quite a few of her classmates took ballroom dancing lessons at the Rainbow Dancing Academy, a neighborhood school. Kaden and his best friend Grayson were part of the group.

Most of the mothers sat on the side at the studio and watched the kids learn things like the fox trot, the waltz, the cha-cha-cha, and other steps they would not have too much use for when they got out into the modern world. But those were all steps that would be needed at the school dances the next year when they went to Palmer Junior High School.

I was pleased to see that Olivia was popular in that setting. And she caught on to the steps fast and was as graceful a dancer as any of the girls.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Kaden while I watched the kids on the dance floor.

You could see he was very popular with the girls.

He moved smoothly and with great self-assurance.

I thought he was just darling.

I felt a stirring excitement as I ogled him doing his cha-cha-cha or when he was whirling one of the girls about in a waltz.

Again, the feeling I had was not what you could call sexual. But it was quite a pleasant sensation. I suppose you could call it a tingle.

Sometime that spring when the kids were in the sixth grade, Olivia came home from school excited.

"Mom," she gushed. "Guess what!"

"What, Dear."

"Kaden Brodick's Boy Scout patrol is having a dancing party at his house Friday night. And he's invited me to go with him as his date."

Kaden and Olivia on a date. Their first date. What an exciting moment for Olivia ... and me.

"Can I go?" she asked.

"I'll have to call Kaden's mother first to find out more about it, of course," I told her. "But I'm thrilled for you and I feel sure it will be all right."

I went directly to the phone and Mrs. Brodick answered.

I asked her about the party. She told me that the boys in Kaden's patrol wanted to have a party with girls and dancing. They had disks with most of the music they played at the dance studio.

She and her husband would be in the house the whole time, of course. And she told me that if it was all right with me for Olivia to attend, she would drive Kaden to our place to pick her up at six-thirty. And, of course, to bring her back home around nine o'clock after the party.

So, after I hung up, I told Olivia that we would have to wait for her father to come home. But that I thought it would be all right with him, too.

When Jake got home, he thought it sounded fine, too.

So, after dinner on Friday night, Olivia dressed up in her favorite dress and we waited for her swain to arrive.

Jake excused himself from being present when the boy appeared. He said a hovering mom was enough for a twelve year old to have to deal with. The poor kid did not need a glowering father standing there, too.

Of course, Jake would not have glowered.

But I thought that was pretty sensitive on his part. For him.

Sensitivity was seldom one of my husband's finer attributes.

When the doorbell rang at seven-thirty that Friday evening, I believe I was as excited as Olivia. I certainly felt more flustered than she appeared, anyway.

I answered the door.

There he was. He was simply darling. He was nicely dressed. His hair was freshly combed. The smile that he flashed at me could just make your heart go pitty-pat.

He had a gardenia corsage in his left hand.

"Good evening, Mrs. Bosworth," he said. "I have come to pick Olivia up."

"Come in, please, Kaden," I invited him.

I could swear the kid gave me the once-over.

That was ridiculous, of course. He was just a kid. And I was a thirty-five year old matron.

But the look that accompanied that original impression did seem very mature. It kind of rang my bell. If you know what I mean.

He stepped into our living room where Olivia was waiting and presented her with the corsage.

Wasn't that sweet?

I pinned it on her.

"I'll have Olivia back home here a little after nine," he told me.

"My mom will see to it."

That last was accompanied by his rather wicked little smile.

Adorable.

With that, my only child walked out the door for her first date.

That was not only her first date with Kaden Brodick. It was her only date with him.

She dated a number of boys when she was in junior and senior high school. But Kaden was never again her beau.

Olivia and Kaden were always friends. Good friends. And she 'went steady' several times over those school years with his best friend, Grayson Chisholm.

Over the course of those couple of years, Kaden came to our house often. Always accompanied by Grayson. The two boys came to see Olivia. They called their appearances 'visitations.' They did not pay their 'visitations' only when Olivia and Grayson were an 'item.' The three young people were always good friends regardless of Olivia's romantic status at the time.

And on every single visit that darling Kaden made to our house, I always sensed that he was more interested in me than in my daughter.

Imagine that.

When the three young people were sitting in the living room chatting and laughing, I always somehow managed to be busy doing something or other in the kitchen, within reach of their voices.

Not that I eavesdropped. Actually, I could only make out bits and pieces of their conversations. You know, when one or the other of them spoke louder than usual. Outbursts like that were usually followed by laughter.

I assure you, I was not being a nosey parent.

When the boys left, Olivia sometimes left with them. But, more often, she stayed home to read or watch television or do schoolwork.

If she remained in the house, I would tell her I was tired, or had a headache or I would give her some other excuse to go to my room and lie down for a while.

If she left with her friends, then I did not need any excuse, of course, to go directly to bed.

I liked it best when she left. Because then I could put on one of my 'relaxing disks.'

I assume most women have those masturbating albums. You know: Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself, Cyndi Lauper's She Bop, Lady Gaga's So Happy, Britney Spear's The Touch of My Hand...

With or without my musical background, I got undressed, stretched out on the bed, and ran my hands over my body.

I plumped my breasts, pinched and pulled my nipples, gave my belly a nice massage, and groomed my bush.

I just innocently spent time pleasuring my body with my hands and allowing my fantasies to flourish.

My fantasies did not feature any actual person. But, I did imagine a kind of anonymous man. Sometimes I gave him a name. Ron. He was no particular age. Just Ron Blank.

And Ron hovered in my imagination substituting his hands and fingers for my own as I entertained myself.

I would not want to give the impression that I engaged in my autoeroticism only on those occasions when the boys had been by. Not at all.

I engaged in my pleasure once or twice nearly every day back then.

I still do.

My sex life with my husband was pretty bleak in those days.

Jake had been an avid lover back before we got married.

And he was very carnal for the first seven or eight years of our marriage.

When he started to cool down, he only 'put out' on what he called our Wednesday Night Romp.

That romp was a ritualized "Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am" kind of thing.

It was then, when I wasn't getting what I needed from my husband, that I bought my Trojan Twister.

I ordered that vibrator on the internet and have treasured it ever since.

I acquired my CD collection to go with it bit by bit.

I suspected that Jake was getting his jollies elsewhere. I was sure I detected a female scent on him some evenings when he got home late. It wasn't enough proof to dare accuse him of philandering. But a wife gets a feeling for that sort of thing.

So, when I bought my twister, my sex life improved way beyond one hundred percent over what it had been.

And, after Olivia went out on that first date, the fantasies accompanying my jilling-off afternoons took a teenage twist. Ron, my phantom lover who appeared when I was pleasing myself, grew considerably younger in my imagination. Not quite callow. But he did definitely did grow younger.

So, on those occasions when Olivia, Kaden and Grayson had socialized in our living room for an hour or so, I was happy to hear them go out the front door.

The coast was then clear, and it was perfectly natural for me to have a session with my twister.

I would stretch out on the bed with my hands and fingers busily touring my body.

After the rundown from titty to pussy, I got pretty damp down there and it was time for a nice comfortable glide of a finger up and down my slit. The familiar tingling sensation radiated throughout my body.

Ahh.

Hello, Ron. Do you remember where the clit is? It's playing peek-a-boo with you. Yes. Oh, good. You've found it.

Dear boy.

By that time I loved to toy with the twister.

Oh, the places that doodad finds to stimulate. Labia, clitoris, through the folds. And look how it's built to caress my G-Spot. Jake has never, ever, struck that baby right with finger or dick.

As a matter of fact, he hadn't given me an orgasm for years and years. Jake got his rocks off fast and then went right off to sleep immediately.

The bastard.