Steve's Graduation Gift

Normally I do NOT let myself get picked up, especially by younger men. Let's face reality, I'm over 50. But young men seem to hover around me. I'm nice to them, treat them courteously, but I rarely let them get past shaking my hand. OK, a kiss on the cheek may be quite continental .....

A few years ago I went to dinner with a couple of the gals. It was a nice Italian near the Marina here in Los Angeles. Just as we ordered desert one had to rush home and the other was driving her so I was left alone, with a double espresso sitting in front of me and desert on the way.

At the bar was a guy of about 25. As I was sipping my coffee he smiled at me and I smiled pleasantly back at him. He walked over with his drink and asked if he could sit down and chat. He was dressed nicely, was clean and appeared charming so I said "Sure."

We talked for awhile. Steve said he was a grad student at USC in chemistry. I told him that I had sold my business and was sort of retired. We talked for a long time, at least an hour. Then he suggested we go to his apartment in the Marina to have another coffee and a drink.

"I'm old enough to be your mother," I said.

"Yes, so you are. OK, so it's the Oedipus thing."

"Well, I can't have children," being up on my Greek mythology.

"That's very reassuring."

"Look," I said, "I don't know you so I want some bonafides. Let me see your license," I asked him. He presented it and I called my service giving them all the information.

"You're very careful. Does that mean we're going home?"

"Yes," I said.

"...and?" he asked with a smile that gave the Chesire Cat cat-nip fits.

"We'll see." We left the restaurant and I followed him to his apartment house where I put my car in the guest parking slot.

When we got to his apartment door, he opened it, and pulled me close to him for a long "motherly" kiss. I put my arms around him and we both pulled in to each other. I felt his erection through my skirt.

"Hmm, Steve, that was delightful." I said as I pulled away, "OK, Steve, one reminder, then kiss again. I'm over 50 and you're under 30. Understand?"

He pulled me into him and we kissed again. Our tongues intertwined and we pulled each other very close and tight. I could feel his starvation for something more then a college-gal hook-up-fuck and, you know, I was getting very turned on, especially by the growing mound in his pants. He ran his hands over my body and I pulled his rear end into me. We finally separated and I ran my hands over his chest and fully erect cock.

He left the lights off and pulled me over to the sofa. "Sit down and appreciate." He started slowly getting undressed. The dim lights coming in through the window were just enough for me to watch. He got down to just his jockeys and looked down at me. I was licking my lips. "Want something? Something fat? Something big?" he quietly voiced.

"Yes, oh my God, yes," I purred and he slid off his shorts.

GOD dam, but out jumped a fabulous cock. There is nothing more exciting then a fully erect, hard as lead, ready for action cock. He stepped forward and I sucked it all the way in. I worked on him for awhile sliding my lips and tongue up and down but not letting him cum. Finally I made him sit down on the couch and I undressed down to just my bra..

Over the years I’ve learned that men love to take off my bra and let my breasts ease into their palms, especially if my nipples are hard and sure as shit mine were like rocks. I kneeled on the couch with my knees around him and let him take off my bra. My tits fell free and he started sucking on my nipples as I grabbed his cock and slid it into me.

I fucked him on that sofa until we both came. Then we moved to the bedroom where I sucked him off. When he came he asked me to kiss him with his cum on my tongue. We lay next to each other and woke at about 2:00, had a further fuck and I left.

Sometimes, young men do serve a purpose and, as to that purpose - Thank God!!

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I thought I’d just end this tale from my past here, but then my cousin, Terri, suggested I go to the end - the very end.

I would call Steve every few months. He was fun at dinner and really a very good sexual partner. Also he was very interested in learning more and I did some true teaching.

After about a year and a half he told me that his graduation was coming up. He was going to get his Doctorate and had a marvelous job in a distant city all lined up. Steve said that his Mom couldn’t attend as the trip was too difficult for her and asked if I would come, sort of as his Aunt Carla. I said that I’d love to and asked if Terri could come too. He’d never met Terri so he said sure.

I said that I’d get him a really nice graduation present. Now Terri and I were the best of friends even though we were related. We’d participated in numerous sexual flings. I told her the Steve had once said he had never had two women so we thought a true graduation present was to, well, graduate him into erotic heaven.

The day of Steve’s graduation arrived and Terri and I got dressed to the nines. We watched and listened and when his name was called we cheered like parents. We met him afterwards and told him to go home, get all dressed up and meet us at my house as we were going to take him out to the fanciest restaurant in Los Angeles.

He arrived at six and off we went. Two hours and three bottles of wine later we returned to my house. By now Steve had a feeling that tonight was the night. I pointed him to the shower and told him to start showering. Steve’s initiation into fancy fucking was about to begin.

Terri and undressed and joined him in the shower. We lathered up his hard as a rock cock and let him soap our tits and pussies. We sat him on the bench and let him fondle our breasts and suck our nipples. We got out and dried each other off, then moved onto the bed. After a bit of playing we started sucking on his cock. Terri told him that he could scream and beg as much as he wanted but his cuming was our department and he wouldn’t be allowed to cum until we were ready. We turned him around so I could ream out his ass while Terri sucked his cock.

Finally we put the cushion under his butt and Terri continued sucking while I mouthed his balls. That was it! The experience was hitting him. He started moaning, then gasping for air, the sexual intensity started at his toes and worked up into his heart. He started begging, then screaming, louder and louder, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God” then, with one gutteral “Oh Jesus” it was kaboom and he exploded in Terri’s mouth. He just kept on cuming, hell, of course he did. After many contractions I let his balls out of my mouth and Terri slowed down until he could recover. Then we just put our arms around him and cuddled him until he had come down from the highest sexual peak he had ever reached.

Terri and I stayed on either side of him intertwining our legs and murmuring quiet thoughts to him as he started slowing down his heart beat. After about ten minutes he kissed us again and again and started getting hard. We began playing with him. “Hmm, are we actually ready for some more?” I asked.

“More, Oh, God, is there more?”

“Honey,” Terri said, “You haven’t fucked me. Carla says you’re great and I want a sample.”

“I just want to be fucked,” I offered. He was now again hard as a rock. This was going to be a “fuck” session. He climbed on top of Terri and slid his cock into her pussy. I lay next to them and just told him to “Fuck her, fuck her.” He started banging her, harder and harder while she told him to just fuck her.

“Switch time,” I said and he pulled out and slid into me. He was now intensely into fucking and looked down at me and said, “Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking.” He had done this before, he had a huge desire to have fucked his mother and as I was older he equated me with her. Terri played into his desires and whispered into his ear, “Yes, my baby, fuck her, fuck your mommy.” He got harder and harder and slammed into my cunt shouting “Fuck me mommy, fuck me mommy.” After a few minutes he exploded into my cunt and we all came down.

Steve dressed and left. The pity of it is that though we’ve gotten a few e-mails from him I’ve never seen him again. Oh, well, life marches on!!