Almost recovered, Mat replied, “No, go right ahead. Mind if I change the channel? Movie’s over, and the next one doesn’t look like any count.”
“Sure. I don’t care what we watch, just as long as you don’t go anywhere,” she said as she put her head on his lap and pulled her feat up on the couch.
Her face pointed to the TV, Mat now stared at her voluptuous body without restraint. He just wanted to reach out and grope every part of her. Instead, he rested his right hand on her side and tried to watch the TV. Pam immediately took his hand and pulled it up to her upper stomach so it was grazing the bottom of her tits. She pressed it hard against herself and moaned softly.
Resting in such a provocative pose, Mat noticed that the bottom of her shorts had ridden far up her ass. They were so far up that he wondered how she was even comfortable. He was thus soon again fighting another losing battle against the growing hard-on in his shorts. He was worried his mom would feel it poking against her cheek and freak out; instead, she didn’t seem to notice anything; if she did she gave no sign of noticing. She just laid there and squeezed his hand up against her, breathing softly.
Mat changed the channel to a movie station right when a new program was coming on. He didn’t know what it was, but a parental warning came up moments before the WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT label flashed across the screen. Pam said, “Ooh, these are always fun.”
“You want me to keep it here?”
“Please, I know you want to. Don’t worry. We’re both adults here, right?”
“I guess so.”
It was a ‘documentary’ about social taboos. One of the segments centered on older females and younger males.
“Hmm, oddly appropriate, don’t you think?” Pam said and squeezed Mat’s hand, pulling and pressing it closer to her. Mat could feel the softness and warmth of his mom’s stomach and the outer edges of her tits grazing his knuckles.
After some jazz music and sporadic shots of people hanging out in clubs and having drinks, the camera switched to a guy in his early twenties:
“‘Yeah, I’ve been sleeping with older women for some time now. Started when I was in college. I was having trouble getting laid, so I went online and found a free message board for ‘casual encounters’ in my area. I posted an ad along with a picture of me and my cock, and I got five responses that night. Three of them were of older women, and a couple of BBWs in their late twenties. The one that stood out the most, though, was a woman in her early forties. Writing was sensual, and the pictures…very provocative. So I wrote her back and we met up that Friday.
“‘I think she sensed I was a virgin, because she took things slow. We first went to her couch, had a few drinks, and talked for a while. I was so nervous, though, that my hands were shaking, and I was having trouble lifting up my wine glass to my lips without spilling any. But she noticed and just smiled. It was great. Then she started kissing me and rubbing my chest. I loved it, but I was, for some reason, still afraid to reach out and touch her; so, she scooted in close and pressed her big tits against my chest, continuing to kiss me slowly and sensually. I’d never been kissed like that- and it actually almost made me cum. Slowly she unzipped my pants and took out my cock, and started stroking me- our lips never breaking contact. She must have known I was going to cum fast the first time because she was unfazed when I came. She smiled, stood up and got a washcloth, and cleaned me up. Then she immediately started sucking on my cock, and I was hard again within moments. Cock fully erect, she hiked up her skirt and jumped on top of me without a condom. We fucked for over an hour. It was easily the greatest night of my life up till that point. And that’s…that’s the sort of behavior I’ve noticed with older woman. They love cock. They don’t care about the usual stupid things that younger women do. They just want sex and sexual contact. And they don’t feel like they’re giving you anything they themselves don’t want.'”
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