We Single Moms Also Love Being Fucked in the Ass

The young man needed no further urging. He thrust deep, and my loud moans echoed around the room. Quick hard thrusts that took my breath away and speared my sphincter.

I ran my fingers lightly, over my hairless mons. Satisfied with the smoothness, I put the razor onto the shower shelf and turned off the water. Catching a glance in the bathroom mirror, I posed, eyeing myself critically. Forty-five, with two daughters, I could still call myself an attractive woman. I was tall, and a good diet and regular exercise kept my body toned. While my breasts were small, I compensated with targeted ass exercises to keep my ass full and well-shaped. I toweled myself dry and ran a brush through my shoulder-length blonde hair.

It had been almost three years since a car accident robbed me of my husband, John. Despite interest from other men, I had remained faithful to his memory, at least until the grief had become bearable. I had shared many tears but recently reached a point where I was ready to live my life without John.

A sudden knock on my bedroom door snapped me back to reality and I wrapped a robe around myself before my daughter, Samantha, poked her blonde head around the door.

“We’re ready to go, Mom.”

A school camping trip would take the two girls away for a full week and Mister Miller was here to pick them up.

“Okay dear, I’ll be right out,” I responded, tying my robe securely.

I left the bedroom and followed Samantha to the front door where Olivia, my youngest was waiting for us, along with two backpacks, a tent, and sleeping bags were waiting for them.

“Alyssa, you dressed up for me?” Mr. Miller joked.

“What, this old thing? It was just something I had lying around.”

I turned my eyes to the girls.

“Come on girls, get your stuff out to the car.”

Mr. Miller helped the girls put everything in the trunk and the two girls jumped into the car, next to Mr. Miller’s son, Dave.

“Any plans while they’re away?”

“Nothing yet,” I responded.

Actually, I did have plans, but they weren’t the kind to be shared with an acquaintance.

“Alrighty then. Enjoy the time alone,” Mr. Miller said and climbed into the driver’s seat and they were off.

I waved at them as they backed out of the driveway, then turned back inside as they drove away.

With the girls gone, I dropped my robe over the nearest chair and poured myself a glass of wine, wandering about the house as I sipped. Mr. Miller had asked me about my plans, but I couldn’t tell him of the seduction that I had in mind.

Pouring myself a second glass, I wandered outside to the wooden porch that surrounded the pool. Framed by tall hedges, I could both sunbathe and swim naked without concern of prying eyes, although I always wore at least my bikini bottoms when my daughters were home.

Standing there naked, I picked up the phone and dialed. Almost immediately, from beyond the fence line, I could hear the ringtone and I waited for an answer.

“Hey, Mrs. Irvin,” immediately I heard the teenager’s voice on the other side.

“Hi, Darius,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice even. “I have some heavy lifting that needs doing and I was wondering if you could come over and help me with it.”

“Sure, no problem,” Darius responded with enthusiasm. “Right now?”

“In about ten minutes. Okay?”

“No problem, Mrs. Irvin. See you then.”

I hung up and hurried to my room. Making plans before being dressed for them was not the best decision I could’ve made. I had already picked out what I planned to wear, refraining from my natural impulse to be subtle.

Tiny white thong knickers, so small that when I pulled them on they barely covered my labia, and so shear that they concealed nothing at all. A white bra matched the thong and I slipped my feet into a pair of high heels and strapped them on.

“Damn,” I whispered, admiring myself in the mirror. “If he doesn’t go for this then I might as well become a nun.”

To complete the sexy look, I put on a short red dress, cut just low enough to cover my ass while I was standing but concealing nothing when I bent over.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, applied a minimum of makeup, and was on my way to the door when Darius rang. Swinging the door open, I was greeted by my young neighbor’s shocked expression, his eyes nearly bugging out as they took in the package I had created. Darius just turned eighteen but was taller than me, even in heels, and he was fast maturing into a man.

“Darius, come in.”

Not waiting for his response, I pulled him in and slipped my arms around him in a hug, grinding against him just enough to determine that my sexy appearance had made exactly the right impression. I could feel his arms tighten around me.

“Mrs. Irvin… were you expecting company?” he finally asked.

“Of course, Darius,” I purred. “You.”

“I… umm… I…” Darius stammered, and actually drew back toward the door as I advanced like a cougar stalking its prey.

His innocence and confusion were even more arousing in reality than it had been in my fantasies.

“Darius… Please say that all this…” I said, moving my hands up and down, indicating what I was wearing, “…wasn’t for nothing.”

He stopped retreating and reached up to brush his hand through his hair.

“You mean you… you want me… to…”

I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat, and leaned up to kiss him lightly on the lips.

“I want you, Darius,” I murmured.

“But… but…”

“You’re not saying I’m too old for you, are you?” I teased, still exploring his body with my hands.

“No… no of course not… It’s just,” he shuddered, then stepped closer, putting his big hands on my waist. “I’ve just never…”

“Darius, honey, don’t tell me I’ll be your first!” I exclaimed then took the opportunity presented to move closer to him.

I lifted myself and finally, my lips met his. He was awkward, but I had expected that. What I hadn’t expected was how quickly he improved. He used my ponytail as a convenient handhold as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I pressed him back gently, extracting myself from the kiss.

“You’re a quick learner,” I said and he flushed slightly, as my hand rose to caress his cheek.

My other hand slid down his belly to cup his cock and balls through his shorts. I smiled brightly. Even through his pants, I could say that he was of more than satisfactory dimensions. I leaned forward again and brought my lips to his ear.

“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered.

His eyes open wide in surprise again.

“Darius, a woman my age is not going to be subtle. I’ll tell you what I want to do, and what I want you to do to me.”

He nodded slowly.

“Any questions?”

He shook his head no.

“Good boy.”

I grabbed his hand and guided him inside the house.

“Get your clothes off and sit down there,” I said, pointing to the couch.

He hastened to obey, and I smiled approvingly as his body was exposed. Strong, muscular, and with dark hair over most of his torso and arms. Kicking off his shoes, his pants and underwear dropped, exposing him to my hungry, lustful eyes. My first impressions had not deceived me. He was most certainly satisfactory in that department, judging him both above average and uncut. He sat and I made my way toward him, my fingers tugging the hem of my dress, exposing the tiny panties that were already soaked with my juices.

“Oh, you bad boy,” I murmured, running my fingers over the slick fabric and then bringing them to my lips. “Look what you’ve done to me. You’ve made me so horny I’ve ruined my panties.”

“I’m sorry about that, Mrs. Irvin. If you like I can take them home and wash them,” Darius played along with a twinkle in his eye.

I giggled, then turned around, spreading my feet and bending over so that everything was displayed for him. Everything from the swollen clit that pressed through the wet fabric, to my brown puckered hole, split in half by the white strap of my thong. His gasp was the reward I expected.

“Do you see something you like?”

“Umm, yes. Yes, I do.”

I hooked my fingers under the material of my thong and pulled it aside, baring everything to his eyes. When I turned back to him, there was an expression of barely controlled lust on his face, as if he was straining every muscle to keep from ravishing me.

Sinking to my knees in front of him, I had my eyes fixed on his throbbing red shaft that rose from his crotch. I wanted to tease him some more but realized that he was probably seconds away from exploding. Given the level of stimulation he had experienced it was probably remarkable he had held on as long as he had.

Without any other word, I lowered my lips onto his cock, taking his swollen head into my mouth as my hand encircled the shaft. Just a couple of seconds passed between the contact of my lips on his member and the convulsion that told me he was cumming. His pulsing shaft ejected its load and I eagerly swallowed everything he had to offer, squeezing the shaft in a familiar rhythm to milk out every drop.

I let his organ slip from my lips as it softened and shrank. Looking up into his face I was startled by the embarrassment he displayed.

“Sorry, that didn’t last long,” he said, snapping me back from the blissful state of finally sucking another man’s cock.

“Don’t worry. It was your first time,” I reassured him, gently stroking his soft shaft. “I’m sure you’ll be ready to go again soon enough, and you’ll even last longer.”

I ran a hand across his chest.

“But while we’re waiting though, I want you to return the favour.”

“Yes, Mrs. Irvin.”

“Darius, I just swallowed your cum. It’s time you call me Alyssa.”

“Ok, sorry. Yes, Alyssa,” he hesitated.

“But only when we’re alone together, okay?”

“Okay.”

Darius sprung to his feet, his hands sliding up under my dress and lifting it up over my head. Caught up in his enthusiasm, I couldn’t wait any longer and slid my panties off in one motion, stepping out of them as they hit the floor.

“Now, Darius,” I said, drawing his head down to kiss him again. “I’m going to lay down where you were and you’re going to put your face between my legs. Don’t start anything before I tell you to. Just look for a moment.”

I sat down, leaning back onto the couch, one foot on the floor, the other stretched along the couch. Darius knelt on the floor, leaning in so his face was just inches from the dripping heat of my pussy.

“Give me your hand.”

Darius gave me his hand and I folded the fingers until only his index was extended. I brought it down to my cunt, guiding it around my folds. I ran his finger around my fleshy folds, over the wrinkled thinner lips, and up to my clitoris.

“This is where the magic happens,” I said, shivering as I slid his finger over my sensitive bud.

I then guided his finger lower, pressing it lightly against my pleasure hole, then guided the finger lower, to my anus.

“This is also where magic happens if the girl likes it.”

“Understood.” Darius nodded. “Can I lick you now?”

“Yes,” I said, stroking his hair.

I raised my leg a little to make access easier and I could feel the heat of Darius’s breath as his wet tongue glided over the soft flesh of my labia. His hand slid up my body to caress my nipples. Even though my breasts were small, I was blessed with very sensitive nipples and I moaned my appreciation as his fingers toyed with my firm, erect nipples.

Darius’s lips rose higher, closer, until at last, he could place a kiss on my clitoris. My hips moved involuntarily, pushing up, offering myself to him. Almost instinctively my leg hooked over his shoulder, my fingers tangling in his soft dark hair as he began to lap my sensitive nub. My breath slowed, my eyelids fluttering as I concentrated on the immense pleasure he was giving me. There would be time later to assess his technique, to guide his improvement, but for the moment he was good enough. I shuddered, grinding my drenched cunt against his face as I came.

“Don’t stop,” I growled through gritted teeth as I continued to move against his mouth while he kept trying to lick me as I worked myself to another peak.

“Oh! God!” I slumped back, panting.

Darius lifted himself up, a concerned expression on his face. I giggled weakly at the sight of him covered in my juices.

“I’m ok, Darius. Don’t worry. It’s just been a while for me.”

Certainly, my vibrator had provided more than enough orgasms, but a real man was something else.

Darius sat up, wordlessly and drew me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest, my fingers toying with the dark curls. Moments passed, and then I kissed him.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I said.

Darius nodded and followed me. I was sure his eyes were glued to my firmly muscled ass, and I wasn’t surprised when, upon entering the bedroom, his hands grasped my hips, and his restored erection was caught between my cheeks. I turned to place my hands against the wall, pushing back against him.

“Are you sure you want to go there?”

My challenge was answered by the young man pressing his swollen head between my ass cheeks and into my puckered hole.

I felt him pause when he couldn’t penetrate at first but looked over my shoulder, smiling encouragingly.

“Go ahead, just push harder. I want it.”

He pressed forward and I pushed backward, the momentary resistance from my sphincter was overcome and he slid deep into my anus with one thrust. We groaned together in unison. I wriggled, seating his cock as deep as I could take, ecstatic when I found his hips pressing against my ass cheeks.

“It’s all the way in my ass,” I moaned.

“Yes,” Darius grunted.

I slid back and forward on his shaft.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

“It’s better than good, it’s great,” I hissed. “Fuck me, now.”

The young man needed no further urging. He thrust deep, and my loud moans echoed around the room. Quick hard thrusts that took my breath away and speared my sphincter. I soon found myself pushing back on his cock as hard as he did, eager for his youthful member to fill my rectal passage. It wasn’t long before his groans were telling me he was close.

“Alyssa… I’m close.”

“It’s okay, sweetie, just give me your cum.”

The spasming as his thick cock began to shoot its load into my asshole was accompanied by his incoherent gasps and moans. I smiled broadly, resting my head against my arms, as I felt him fill my rectum with his seed. When he finished, I turned to him, not caring about his cum leaking from my gaping asshole, and down over my slit and thighs. I took him in my arms once more, supporting him in his momentary weakness as I kissed his lips.

I then dropped to my knees and brought my lips down to his cum-covered cock. This cleaning after the act was a decadent joy of mine, something I’d loved with my husband. I ran my tongue over his soft shaft, collecting our mingled juices. Darius’s presented his fingers, with a smile on his face as he offered them to me. I sucked them clean, and when he was clean, we both lay on the bed.

“Did you…” his question trailed off.

“Not with your cock in my ass, sweetie,” I responded, shaking my head. “ But don’t worry, I had a good one when you were eating me, and there’s always tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Of course, tomorrow.” I smiled at his enthusiasm. “You don’t suppose I was intending this to be a one-time thing.”

Darius kissed me, a kiss that curled my toes. Damn, he was getting good at that.

“Also, we must keep practicing, sweetie.”

“Yes, yes we must.”

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