Miss Demarco came home one afternoon to find her son Sean at home with Danny, his new friend at university.

Danny (short for Daniel) was a young man of 21, with black hair, thick eyebrows and a face that tapered near the chin. With his square spectacles and lean swimmer's physique, he carried an air of sophistication and was, quite unsurprisingly, a popular face at his college - especially with the girls. Danny enjoyed the attention, but he rarely took the initiative to take things forward.

In part

because he was shy, but mostly because girls his age just didn't interest him much.

So when Miss Demarco walked in that evening in her black dress and flat heels (returning from a late lunch with her college friends), her eyes met Danny's, and there was that moment.

That moment when, without a word, it was clear to them both that they were meant to fuck - fuck like hungry animals, intent on devouring each other.

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"Sean, you should have told me you'd have a friend over... I would've come back early and cooked you boys some pizza!", said Miss Demarco, her eyes still on Danny.

"That's okay Mom. This is my friend Danny - we met in Economics class."

"You two share the same class?"

"Yes ma'am", said Danny, with a soft smile on his lips.

".... and he goes swimming with me. Although he's a lot better than me, and is in the college swimming team. I have a lot to learn from him."

"Is that so, young man?" she said, a glimmer in her eyes.

She eyes Danny's physique from head to toe. Danny wore a tee and summer shorts, and Miss Demarco observed a growing bulge between his legs. She could feel her mouth starting to water at the thought of feeling his growing manhood with her hands, and slowly sliding it in between her lips - first the head, and then the sack. Slowly, and sensually - in and out, in and out.

"I'm sure you have a lot more to teach than just swimming."





"He does play the guitar very well."





"He's making that up, I just started practicing". Danny brushed it off with a smile.





"Mhmmm. Well I'll be in my room. You boys call me if you need anything".





"Will do!", Sean chimed in.





And with that, she left the two boys to themselves and made for her room. The lingering scent of her perfume, and the outline of her finely sculpted booty against her black dress gave Danny a head rush unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.





* * *





Soon they'd forgotten about Sean's mother, and were discussing their class project when she called for him. He came back in a few moments and informed Danny that he had to run to the laundry to deposit a batch of clothes.





"Maybe I'll leave too - gotta help Pa with some documents."





"Naw wait a while, the laundry's a couple of blocks from here. I'll be back in a few, then we'll head for Tiffany's together."





Danny was reluctant, but eventually obliged. Truth was, being in the house alone with his new friend's Mom in the next room wasn't something Danny had planned upon. Moreover, the fact that the Mom made Danny's go harder than diamond, was something Danny wasn't entirely comfortable with. He could feel the beat of his heart right down to his cock.





And while some (many) would go many miles for a chance to be in Danny's place, it was a tough spot for him as his primitive instincts fought it out with his sense of morality, of right and wrong.





On the one hand he condemned himself, condemned what he felt for Miss Demarco, on the grounds that not only was she older to him, but she was his good friend's mother. How could he even think that way about Sean's mother?





But then came the mental pictures of Miss Demarco's sculpted arse, of the outline of her voluptuous figure in the black dress, of the tease in her voice when she called him "young man".





This was Danny's weakness - the idea of an older, experienced woman taking him in as an apprentice - pinning him down and straddling him till dawn. Just the idea of this gave him palpitations and sweaty hands.





* * *



It was during this interval when Danny sat waiting for Sean, lost in his thoughts, that Miss Demarco called for Danny. Edgy as he was from the charge of his fantasies, Danny leapt up and walked to Miss Demarco's room. His knock on her door was answered with a melodious "come in".





Danny walked in to find a spacious room, with plush red carpeting and a bed truly fit for a king's amorous expedition. On the ceiling above the bed was a an equally grand mirror, as impressive in shine as in size.





He called out for her. "Miss Demarco?"





"Yes please have a seat, I'll be right out." The voice came from behind a closed door beside a silver-framed wall mirror.





Since there weren't many - any - options for a seat besides the bed, Danny edged towards it but feeling an oddly delicious mix of confusion and intoxication. He waited by himself, with each passing moment making the next seem an eternity away.



In time, she came out, and what Danny saw verily made him go loose in the head.



She wore a satin negligee and netted stockings, both black with the lace bordering of the stockings drawing further attention to her smooth skin and gorgeous thighs. Her wavy hair tied up in a cute bun with a lush red ribbon, she looked over at young Danny with the eyes of a predator studying her prey. For a moment Danny felt like he would indeed faint.



"So what do you think, Daniel?"



"Think about what, Mrs Demarco?"



"It's Miss Demarco, but please... call me Stephanie."



"My apologies, Ma'am".



She ran her tongue across her lower lip, then proceeded to take a seat beside Daniel. Danny recognized the fragrance on her - same as she had on when she'd first entered - but now it was stronger, and he was right beside her. His mind went blank as a slate.



"So how can I help you Miss Demarco?"



"Stephanie. Please make yourself comfortable Daniel, it's just the two of us here."



Danny shifted about in his seat to adjust his hard-on - it wasn't difficult to perceive his struggle, especially for a woman of experience like Miss Demarco herself.



"Okay. What would you like to talk about?"



"Mmmmm. Well I was just wondering, just how lucky Sean is to have a real friend like you. I know he's not the most outgoing person, and I'm very worried about him."



"But what're you worried about?"



She drew in closer to Danny, the scent of her perfume overpowering now.



"Well he is 21 years old and in college, but I've hardly ever seen him talking to a girl, or even showing interest. I don't want my son to miss out on the fun in college."



"Miss... Stephanie, I can tell you with confidence that you have no reason to be worried about. Sean has a lot of friends in college and..."



"No that's not what I meant," she said, as she gently placed her right hand on Danny's thigh, inches away from his now throbbing cock. "Maybe you could teach him a thing or two about girls."



And started running her fingers on his thigh - softly back and forth.



Danny could feel the electricity of her touch to the very base of his neck.



"I wouldn't know what you're talking about."



"Well I'm sure a college team swimmer and has a thing or two to teach about girls."



"Miss Demarco I..."



But before he could finish his sentence, Miss Demarco had, in one swift motion, dropped on her knees to the ground, and firmly wrapped her fingers around his package. Then she dug her face in, and gently circled her lips around it. Danny barely had the wits to know what'd just happened, and let out a soft gasp.



She looked up, her eyes lit desire, and said -



"Sit back and relax, kid.



I'm gonna suck your cock like you'll never forget."





* * *

She pulled down his shorts and undies, and grabbed his pulsating cock with her bare fingers. She then stroked it with her right hand, her left hand on his ass.



"Oh my God..."



"Glad to see you're enjoying the process", she said with a grin.



She then squeezed his ass, and thrusted the 7-inch piece of wood down her throat, her lips closing around the mouth of his sack. She held it like this for a second; then, pulling it out, she started circling the base of the head with her tongue - with a sensual rhythm that made Danny's head spin.



"Miss Demarco... Stephanie... we really shouldn't be doing this... "



She didn't bother responding, and kept on with the job at hand. Danny wasn't the kind to put himself before his principles, and the situation at hand had him in a deeply confused state.



On the one hand, he wanted to get himself free and away from what was happening, away from what represented to him a shock to his beliefs, to his ideals, to what he valued about himself as a human being. But what he'd failed to realize before was that, he was a 21 year old, with a gush of young hormones and a hard cock. Sometimes it's best to let go in these situations.



And so he did. His hand reached down, first across the nape of her neck, then caressing her ears and cheek, until his fingers had slowly found themselves a firm hold of her silken black hair; and he held on, like a sailor during a storm holding on for dear life.



Then, just as suddenly as it had started, she got up and pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, pulled down her panties and sat down on his face with with a simple but clear instruction -



"Your turn."



Now eating pussy was something that Danny had not practiced or enjoyed - he was the orthodox one among his peers. So it was with some hesitation that Danny approached the situation at first.



Sensing his reluctance, she arched back. She softly licked his cock, from base to head, then gave it a hard smack. Then she shook her ass on his face, with the words -



"Come now, don't be shy. It's all for you."



So Danny bit the bullet, dug his face into Miss Demarco's lower lips, and took his first lick.



And then his second.



Then he paused for a second, and then kissed passionately her juicy wet pussy.



Then he wrapped his hands around her legs, and started drinking her juice like it was the essence of life itself.



Miss Demarco let out a knowing laugh, of satisfaction and ecstasy, and drove her wet pussy into his lips with the repeated words,



"Good boy... good boy... just like that."



This continued for some time, but exactly how long Danny had no clue. All he knew in the moment was that he wanted to please Miss Demarco, to satisfy the woman in her in every way possible.



Miss Demarco had let her guard down too. Danny wasn't so bad - as a first-timer at eating pussy - and she threw her head back and savored every moment of the service, occasionally stroking his cock in loving approval.



In time, she moved down from his face. Danny took it as a sign to take the lead, but she shoved him onto his back again; with a smile, as if to say,



"Not yet."



She moved back and noiselessly stepped onto the floor, as graceful as a cat. She turned around, and sensually bent over for Danny's benefit, arching her back further too highlight the fullness of her butt-cheeks. Then she looked back, her lush red lipstick in view with her round buttocks and dripping pussy, and she winked.



Danny's balls felt like nuggets of steel already, barely holding on, but it was all too much for our young Don Juan when she came in closer, and started dragging his 6-inch member against her buttocks.



First slowly, sensually, to tease Danny's cock - now red from all the action - to the point of painful anticipation. The sensation of their skins touching, of the friction and the heat brought out the masochist in him - resisting the pain yet wanting no less of it, but only more.



And then, within moments, she sped things up, giving Danny a glimpse into an older woman's knowledge of the human body - both her own and her subject's - and it's carnal desires, of the nature of its eroticism. It was sex without sex - she shook her ass in every way and direction imaginable; up, down, left right. Then she'd change pace - clench her buttocks and slow down, to rub in the rub, and then just as suddenly change gears again. This went on, until it was it for Danny.



He let out a few meek gasps, and came - six full pumps, square on Miss Demarco's luscious rear. His head spun from the exertion, and he plopped back into the pillow to stare blankly into the ceiling, trying to comprehend what'd just happened.





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