Life as I knew it was over when I looked into his eyes that day. Those beautiful blue eyes, seeming to glimpse deep down into my soul-eyes of cool fire that wrecked my life.



My name is Jeanine Oliver. Before that day, I had been happily married (really!) for over 18 years, although I've experienced some angst lately from celebrating (?) my 40th birthday. I have one child, a daughter named Marie, who's a 17-year-old high school senior. My husband says I have good genes, his way of complementing me on keeping a youthful shape. The truth of the matter is I work at it, exercising regularly-some would say religiously-either at home or at the gym. No bragging, but my younger sister no longer wants to be seen with me at the beach; she says I look too good in a bikini. My husband, Jim, still has the hots for me; we make love often, but not as frequently as when we were first married, I must admit.



The day that changed my life was the day Marie brought her new boyfriend home to meet Jim and me. She appears to be smitten with him. Matt had been seeing Marie for a few months now, and has asked if he could escort her to her senior prom. Since he's in college and a couple of years older than Marie, we wanted to meet him first. Marie arranged to bring Matt over later in the day, so I used the intervening time to do some cleaning around the house. I put on my favorite, comfortable white bikini and started cleaning. I was out back, tidying around the pool, when I heard Marie call out for me from the front of the house. Oh shit, they're early; well, Marie can show Matt around the house while we wait for Jim, and I can change out of my suit. I responded to Marie's call by hollering for them to meet me by the pool.



When Matt walked through the patio door, my heart stopped. Oh God! Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, lean yet muscular, and nicely tanned, he was something to look at. And he was certainly looking at me.I could have been naked the way he was checking me out from head to toe. When those fantastic blue eyes locked on mine I could feel the heat spread through me; sensing my nipples harden, feeling like a hive of bees buzzing around and through me. I stammered an "excuse me" and quickly went to the bedroom to change. I keep imagining those eyes and that body. When I slide out of my bikini bottoms, I'm amazed to find the whole crotch area soaking wet. I reach down and probe my vulva. I'm so wet my fingers practically fall between my well-lubricated labia; I think of Matt's eyes and body-what would it be like to have him touch me, I wonder? I imagine Matt's naked body over me as I masturbate to a quick climax. Have I ever had an orgasm so intense? What got over me?
I gather my senses, get dressed and go downstairs to speak with Marie and Matt. Can they see my post-climactic glow? Matt is polite, but I can see the way he is looking at me-or is it just my overheated imagination? I'm trying not to look directly into his eyes, or I'll swoon. Marie is oblivious to my distress, though, as all her attention is on Matt and you can't blame her, I think.maybe I'm lucky Jim isn't home yet. After some small talk, I let Marie know I approve of Matt (if only she knew how much!) and that she could go to the prom with him. When Jim finally gets home, the kids are gone. He asks me what I think of Matt, and I answer, "He seems to be a nice young man." I hope he doesn't see on my face what's in my mind. Later that night in bed, I believe I surprised Jim by the ferociousness with which we made love. Fantasy-Matt was my lover, not my husband.



In the weeks leading up to the prom, I realize my growing jealousy of my own daughter: she will have Matt, not me. That's right-instead of being a Mom and worrying about prom night, I'm jealous Matt will fuck her and not me. Can I really be in heat over a man I've met once and is young enough to be my son? The night of the prom, I'm just as fidgety-nervous as Marie. When Matt arrives at our front door, and I look into those eyes once again, I need all my willpower not to jump his bones right there in the foyer. After they leave, I excuse myself from Jim and head to the bathroom upstairs, where I feverishly masturbate.
I knew something was wrong when I see Marie late the next morning. Marie and I had a pretty good mother/daughter relationship; I knew she wasn't a virgin and I made sure she was on the pill, so I wondered what was bothering her (sex? did Matt hurt her?) I wait for an opportune moment to ask Marie what was wrong. To my surprise, she explains she is very much in love with Matt, that although they had had sex before, (I can feel the jealousy rise again, overpowering my motherly instincts!) Matt seems to have lost interest lately and didn't want to make love to her after the prom. Marie doesn't believe he has another girlfriend, since Matt has been spending the same amount of time with her than earlier. She does believe she's losing him for some reason.



My God, am I the reason for his sudden change of interest? I find it hard to believe, but the thought does intrigue me. I can't shake the fantasy of Matt taking me in his arms and fucking me silly. Can it really be? Is this just my libido talking? I console Marie with soothing, motherly words, yet at the same time I'm beginning to plan making my fantasy come true. The mother in me wants to put Matt to the test; the woman in me wants him to fail.



A week and a half following the prom, I invite Matt over to the house to talk, hinting, but not actually saying Marie would be home. I knew Marie had classes all day and Matt only had an early morning class, and Jim of course would be in the office. I wear my shortest shorts and an old halter-top without a bra. When I answer the door for Matt, it's clear he is both surprised and turned-on by what he sees. He's wearing shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt. I invite him in and offer him a beer, even though I know he's underage-he must think it's a trap so he refuses it. I have him sit on the sofa and I sit next to him. Stop looking into those eyes or you'll lose it-got to keep cool Jeanine, I keep thinking. We talked of college, Marie, Marie's future, and his life growing up. While we talk, I focus on Matt's hands: somewhat out-of-proportion larger than the rest of him. I'm thinking: is it true what they say about men's hands and feet? I draw a mental image of a lon!
g, thick cock coiled in Matt's pants. I must have been momentarily overcome by the fantasy image, since when I refocused on Matt he was looking at me strangely (had I made a noise?) I can't help it; I want him to take me. My nipples are erect and tingly (I'm sure he can see them through my thin top), and my pussy is soaking wet (can he smell my woman-musk?)



"Are you OK, Mrs. Oliver?" Matt says, sounding innocent enough, but he's not blind.he can see my arousal. "Can I get you something?"



"I'm good." (Good and ready to have you fuck me!) I move closer to him on the sofa, placing a hand on his bare thigh. He doesn't know how to respond. I can see it on his face.go for it.or play it safe? The growing bulge in his shorts tells me all. My mind flashes back to how he stared at me in my bikini the first time we met. "We have the whole day to ourselves, Matt," I whisper, my voice growing hoarse from anticipation. "I'm yours.take me."



Matt's eyes bulge in response to my directness, yet his eyes aren't the only thing bulging. I lean into him, gaze into his eyes and I'm gone. My tongue darts into his mouth as I caress the swelling in his shorts. In his excitement, he fumbles with my halter-top, but can't get it undone. I stop him, rise from the sofa, take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Motioning for him to stand still, I face him and drop the halter to the floor, freeing my breasts. Larger and pointier than Marie's, my breasts with their dark, protruding nipples have Matt mesmerized. When he reaches to touch them, I shake my head 'no' and in a husky, aroused voice ask him to remove his shirt. With his shirt off, I lean into him and kiss him again, pressing my tingling nipples into his chest. I undo his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. When I sink to my knees to remove his briefs, I'm stunned and exhilarated by what's in front of me. The outline of his erect cock is immense, w!
ith its head poking out above the waistline. I slide down the briefs and embrace his magnificent member. My hands and then my lips play over its full length. I WANT THIS IN ME plays like a mantra in my brain; I've never felt like this before-total abandonment of will.



He's breathing hard, wanting me to blow him, but I don't. Rising from my knees, I drop my shorts and wet undies to the floor and lay down on the bed, nodding for him to join me (quick!) He awkwardly kicks off his sneakers and the shorts gathered around his ankles, and hastily climbs between my parted thighs. I'm wide open and ready-no foreplay required. Without hesitation, Matt enters me and begins his rhythmic thrusts. Every sense is on overload: I smell the musk of my womanly juices; I look into his blue eyes; I taste his tongue as it probes mine; I hear myself making small keening sounds as I feel his cock stretch me and fill me. His pace quickens as he nears climax.



When I scream "aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH" in an ever-louder crescendo, a part of my overloaded mind realizes this orgasm really began when he first penetrated me, all I just did was hit a new plateau, one I've never experienced before in my life. Matt makes a series of grunting noises then his whole body shudders as he grinds his pelvis into mine and shoots his load deep into me. I feel at least 6 or 7 spasms inside my vagina-wow, did he really cum that much? Amazingly, that final deep thrust and the pulsing of his climax again takes me over the edge, my new orgasm so intense I almost pass out. We lay there a while, arms, legs and torsos entwined in a sweaty knot of spent flesh. I feel the ooze of his cum and my juices leak from me down the crack of my ass, and it FEELS GOOD.



"I, ah, ah.Mrs. Oliver.I never.ah.Marie.ah."



"Sssh" I whisper to him, holding an index finger to my lips. "Matt, that was the best fuck I've ever had," surprising myself with my blunt words. "You are not going to leave this house today until you fuck me some more...understood?"



He mutters a few rather incomprehensible phrases, trying to get his mind around the idea that not only has he just fucked his girlfriend's mother, but she also wants more today! I cut off his mumbling by kissing him full on the lips, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I'm usually a closed-eyes kisser, but today all I want to do is gaze into those eyes of his, which is what I do. During our kiss, I feel his cock begin to stir.



I break away and jump out of bed, pulling him with me. "Let's go take a shower, ok," I say teasingly as I lead him to the master bath.



Because of our rush to intercourse, we are only now able to take full measure of each other's body. The way Matt is looking at me sends dizzying waves of heat through me-the thrill of not being the least bit self-conscious of showing off my 40-year-old physique. My pride turns to lust as I look over Matt's body. He's every woman's dream: young, tanned, tight, nice ass, and 8-9 inches of very thick manhood between his legs. My pussy is dripping again. I grab his cock and pull him into the shower stall. After adjusting the water to a low spray, I fall into him and we kiss, keeping my eyes open and looking into his baby blues. I reach for the soap and hand it to him. He begins to lather my body, spending an inordinate amount of time rubbing soap on and around my breasts. He's obviously taken by my ample chest, his cock growing as he soaps me. The attention to my sensitive breasts and hard nipples is getting me going too.



"Fuck me," is all I manage to moan as I turn and-bent over and grasping the shower controls-offer my ass to him. He rubs the head of his cock over my clit a few times while positioning himself for entry. When one or two of these 'passes' strokes my anus, I'm electrified. Before he even gets the head between my labia, I groan "Oh God, I'm cumming," and slam my ass back at him, impaling myself on his cock. He's surprised by my quick climax so he doesn't immediately pick up the rhythm. I'm on fire.my orgasm seems to be ongoing (is that possible?) as my insides continue clenching and rippling.
One thought and one thought only is burned into my brain-I NEED HIM IN MY ASS. After watching a XXX video on one occasion, my husband Jim took me anally, but it was clumsy and messy and, although I liked it we never did it again. This is different. I reach behind me and push Matt out. Before he can react, I grab his hard cock, place the pre-cum-lubricated head at my anus and sort of wriggle it in. Like an animal, he grunts and thrusts his cock almost all the way on the first push. My head explodes in a rush of sweet pleasure-pain as my sphincter is stretched to the limit. Matt grabs a breast in each hand for leverage, keeping the animalistic grunts and thrusts going as he pounds into my ass. I scream a long, low "ah" for maybe a minute as my insides convulse in wave after wave of delight. I didn't even realize one of my hands was stroking my pussy until one of the orgasmic convulsions squirts a stream of woman-juice, coating my hand in the liquid.



I've heard stories of female ejaculation, but always thought they were male fantasies. The squirting cum from my pussy was an amazing reality. In one final thrust Matt unloads deep into my rectum; I feel the ejaculatory twitches of his cock and the spreading warmth of his ample semen as it coats my bowels.



After showering and toweling each other dry, I lead Matt back to bed. "Could you see my need the first time we met?"



"God, Mrs. Oliver.when I saw you in that bikini.I, ah.you're the most beautiful woman I think I've ever met.you're all I've been thinking about."



"Please Matt, call me Jeanine." I'm looking into those blue eyes again and I can't focus on anything else. "You knew I wanted you too that day, didn't you?"



"Oh, yes, Mrs. O.I mean Jeanine. I, ah, saw how wet you were down there.your bottoms.ah, and you were having a hard time breathing.I knew." After a hesitation, he starts "Marie."



"No, Matt, this isn't about Marie," I bark, "this about you and me.this is about what we want." My voice lowers to a whisper, ".what we need."



While we lay next to each other, I start touching and stroking his cock, which begins to grow to its glorious length and girth once more. Matt, aroused and ready to go, tries to mount me but I stop him.



Gazing into those hypnotic eyes yet again, "Matt.do you want me?" When he nods his head, I add, "I don't mean today, I mean forever. I'm offering myself to you.I'm yours." I won't let him answer, smothering him with another open-eyed kiss.



The look in those blue eyes is a blend of lust and confusion. I push him onto his back and straddle him. When I guide his cock into me, I ponder if my pussy will ever be dry again, it's so well lubricated. I nearly faint from the feeling of fullness; I want to have this feeling forever. I bounce on his cock. Wanting to more fully savor the experience, I go slowly, my eyes drinking him in. Men must enjoy this position, I'm thinking: having the woman in control, looking up at her flushed face, watching her breasts bounce up and down. I can see Matt is extremely turned-on, his eyes focused on my bounding breasts. I can feel his cock thicken within me, ready to spurt. He's not going to cum without me, I think. Wow! Watching him about to cum is a sight! He closes his eyes yet opens his mouth, breathing very hard, beads of sweat springing from his forehead, letting out a low groan. My mind says: I NEED TO SEE HIM CUM. As I feel his first orgasmic tremor, I swing off h!
im, swivel around and straddle his face. Holding his cock in both my hands, I give him the necessary last few strokes and he squirts his first cum-shot (a fountain!) straight up into the air. The following spurts are guided to my face and chest. I'm in girlish amazement at the volume of it all! All the while he's cumming, I'm grinding my pussy into Matt's mouth, his tongue (good boy!) at my clit. This time my climax is an atomic bomb-no build up, just the massive explosion-as I arch my back and scream to the ceiling. My mind is a zero while my body is at 1000. I can't remember anything else except the ecstasy.



The next thing I remember is looking up into those eyes, concern painted on them. Matt is all apologetic and worried-I passed out! When I regain most of my awareness, I realize Matt must have been exploring my body. His ejaculate is coating me everywhere, massaged onto my breasts, stomach, and pubic mound. I can't get my mind around the bliss of our coupling, the heavenly glow emanating from my groin; can he comprehend the magnitude of what he's done to me? I assure him I'm ok and again guide him to the shower. We wash up; no sex this time. Before dressing, we embrace and kiss, each of us relishing the sensation of the other's hot body against our skin. Matt's cock is stirring once more, but we're done for the day.Jim will be home in a while, so I can't risk another coupling (but I WANT MORE my mind and body scream).



"Matt, am I the one you want?"



"Yes," he murmurs.



"Am I the only woman you will fuck?"



"Yes."



"Listen.you will break off with Marie.I will be your woman.we will fuck every chance we get.I will do anything you want." I continued to paint the picture and Matt listened and agreed, his eyes (THOSE EYES!) burning into me.



We set a "date" (ha-ha) for the next afternoon. I would meet him on campus, and we would go to his small apartment to fuck. We explore each other fully-no position, no demand, no need left undiscovered. Hunger, that's what it is-HUNGER-I crave his splendid cock, losing myself in his eyes, and the bombs exploding in my mind.



It took two weeks for Jim to suspect what was happening. I'm surprised it took that long. Was it in my eyes for all to see? Was my forever-wet pussy screaming out my desperation? Was my loosened anus begging for deliverance? Marie confronted me first; I got the "how could you" and the "I hate you" cudgels thrown at me with full force. You want to know how much they hurt? THEY DIDN'T! All I wanted was Matt; nothing else mattered.



Remember me saying how my life was ruined the day I met Matt? Two days after the confrontation with Marie, it was Jim's turn. "Slut" - "bitch" - "whore" - I had them all hurled at me. When Jim told me I should leave, I didn't argue, just packed up some clothes and left. I spent about a month living with Matt, but he wasn't ready for the relationship I was looking for. Face it, I was just too demanding of this boy/man, and he eventually rejects me.



A year later, I'm alone. Jim has met someone new and I'm happy for him. The divorce is proceeding through the courts. I demand nothing from Jim. My life now is a string of one-night stands; trying to rekindle the same ecstasy I experienced that day with Matt. I've been with both men and women, desirous of my body but giving nothing in return. What is missing? Is it chemistry, pheromones, psychic energy? What possesses a woman to bloom.to give herself away to the pleasure of the ultimate climax.to forever search for it? Yes, my life as I knew it was finished that day-looking into those eyes. I search for another Matt.another set of fathomless eyes to drown in.



I'm hoping to one day cum again.



Author: STEVESAINT