Diane sat on her back deck, enjoying the sun’s rays of late morning. It was getting hot, as was the norm for late summer. She had been thinking about her daring neighbor, Steve. A couple of weeks earlier, she had taken the plunge and indulged her wild side by watching him masturbate for her and eventually going over to his house with her friend for the most exciting sexual romp she had enjoyed in decades. Her friend, Vivian, was seen by everyone in their little Country Club circle as reserved to the point of being dowdy. Diane now knew different. During their afternoon with Steve, uptight little Vivian had done things Dian would have never imagined in a million years. Vivian had not only enjoyed the handsome man’s cock, but she had also gone down on Diane, and she had returned the favor. Diane, who had only ever tested the waters of bisexuality when she was younger, discovered with Vivian’s help that, to put it plainly, she really liked pussy. Diane would blush every time she thought about it but usually felt her heat climbing as well.

In the weeks that had followed their tryst, Diane had chatted with Steve on occasion. Things were normal between them. Other than a couple of leering glances, neither had brought up that day. Diane thought that was fine. They all knew what happened. They were all adults and had no need to rehash what had happened like teenagers, but it was on her mind often. Diane had outlived her husband. He had been a heavy smoker and drinker, and his body had been treated poorly for years and eventually gave out on him at the young age of forty-nine. Now Diane was pushing sixty. Over the years of her widowhood, she had resigned her sexual activity to the occasional solo action. Since that afternoon and night with Steve and Vivian, her fires had been reignited. Her mind was filled with lustful thoughts and fantasies. She had never known it, but some of the young men at the Country Club had given her the moniker of MILF. She had to ask the internet what that meant and was almost giddy at finding out it was an acronym for a mom I’d like to fuck. The fantasy of a young man in her bed was little more than that. She viewed young men the same way she did fast and fancy cars. They were nice to look at and fun to imagine driving, but she really wasn’t that interested in doing it, and she had no idea how to get into a situation like that anyway. Diane convinced herself that her tastes leaned toward a man with more experience.

As she filled her third glass of wine, Diane laid back in the hot rays of the setting sun, letting her mind wander. There was a long period of her life where she would never admit what was on her mind, but that had changed. She was horny. She had checked earlier in the day, and Steve was going to be out of town for the next couple of days and wasn’t due back until late Friday night. That was no good for her. She was horny on Wednesday. Diane considered her options. There was the obvious choice of masturbating, but she didn’t think that would really get the job done. She could call Viv but wasn’t sure that those activities would meet her needs or if she would be interested in any fun without a cock involved. She could go to a bar in hopes of someone interesting might show up, but that was a crapshoot at best. With no options popping to mind, Diane decided to be lazy around the house and see if anything came to mind. She slipped inside, undressed, and slipped into her favorite robe. The windows of the house had been open all day, it was hot inside. She didn’t want to turn down the air, the better option was to remove layers.

It was barely afternoon, and Diane’s situation had not gotten better. A bottle of wine had given way to bourbon. She had the good sense to eat, so she was feeling fine. She walked through her house wearing the thin robe. She paused at the large mirror that hung near the fireplace and looked at herself. Diane was fifty-eight years old. She had never had c***dren. She regularly exercised and ate right. Other than the unique bright silver streak that went from just above her left eye over her head and down, she thought she looked years younger. She let the robe part as she turned to a quarter-profile. Diane liked what she saw. She even heard herself giggle girlishly as she let the robe slip over her hard nipple. One thing remained very true, she needed sex. Diane walked out onto her deck to give the issue some real thought.

It was funny, other than Steve, almost everyone she knew was her age or older. They were a bunch of old people, not necessarily by age alone. It was also an attitude. Her friends and acquaintances all steeped themselves in old people’s activities. They knit and crocheted, played golf twice a week, went to dinner on the weekend, and looked forward to the next time their k**s might come to visit. A party to that crowd was having a few drinks while playing pinochle. The sound of her phone snapped her out of her daydreaming. She saw that it was Vivian. She hurriedly answered.

“Hi, Viv! How are you?” Diane was still on her deck.

“I’m good, Di. How about you?”

“Well, I’m alright.” Diane tried to sound reasonable.

“I can tell that’s not true. What’s up?” Vivian had known her for a long time and knew when her friend was out of sorts. Diane had to make a decision, tell her a deflecting story or the truth.

“Viv, I’m sitting almost naked on my deck, trying to figure out where to find some hard cock.” She laughed with her friend.

“Well, alright, then. Tell it like it is, sister!” Vivian laughed.

“No, I’m serious. After that afternoon with Steve, I have discovered that I have been suppressing my feelings too much. Hell, I’m still a good looking woman, and I want more sex. Steve is out of town, or I’d go over there and jump him. Instead, I’m sitting on my deck alone with the hots!” While it did sound humorous, Vivian could tell her friend was serious.

“I can’t come over because I have a meeting tonight, but I might have a solution. Didn’t you say something about needing some yard work done?” Vivian was trying to remember.

“Yeah, I need to get that brush at the back of the yards pulled around to the front, and I have all that mulch to spread. What are you hinting at?” Diane was a little confused.

“It just so happens that I know a younger man who does that very kind of thing. He’s twenty-three, I think, six feet tall, handsome as hell, and single. I think he might just have the prescription to cure your ills.” Vivian offered a dirty little laugh with her words. Diane was surprised.

“Viv, are you suggesting that I seduce the yard maintenance guy?” Diane laughed. Vivian didn’t.

“I’m not saying that but I could send him over to take care of the chores, and maybe you see where it goes from there?” Viv tried to make it sound innocent.

“Fine, I do need the work done. We’ll have to see about the other part.” Diane was dismissive. Vivian said she would call him and that she would text if she got him, and he could come over that afternoon.

Less than thirty minutes later, Diane’s phone blinked to life with the text.

“The young stud says he can be there in twenty minutes. I told him about the work and said that it was my treat, so he will bill me. So, have fun, and for god’s sake, take some pictures!” Diane laughed as she put the phone on the table. She sat there a few minutes longer before it sank in that he would show up almost any time.

Diane jumped from her seat and hurried toward the bedroom. She had barely taken off the thin robe when she heard him knock. In a near panic, she grabbed a more concealing bathrobe and rushed to the door.

“Hi! Vivian said you were coming over. I really appreciate it.” Diane looked at the young man standing in her doorway. He introduced himself as Dan. He was over six feet tall. He was tanned and appeared toned under the loose t-shirt he wore. He had a square jaw with a Kirk Douglas dimple. She was caught staring when he asked what she wanted him to do.

“Oh. There is a pile of brush at the back of the yard I need to be pulled around to the front so it can be loaded up and hauled off, and there are six big containers of mulch I’d like spread around the flower beds behind the house and deck.” Diane smiled.

“Sounds easy enough. Show me the way?” Dan looked ready to go. Diane walked him through the house and out onto the deck. She pointed at the brush and the mulch. She told him that he should find anything he needed in the small shed in the yard.

“Would that include you?” Dan made a very suggestive joke, and it caught Diane off guard. She just stammered and giggled. Dan smiled and winked and went to work. Once back in the house, Diane rushed to the bathroom. She had to go to the one spot where she was assured of complete privacy.

Once in the room, she looked at her reflection, smiled broadly, and giggled. She had broken into a sweat at the young man’s lewd joke and wondered if he was serious. More so, she questioned whether or not she would take advantage of the opportunity. Upon leaving the bathroom, she went into her bedroom and began thinking about what to wear. It was a little too forward of her to just stroll around in her robe. While contemplating her choices, Diane spotted Dan in the back yard dragging the yard debris onto a tarp to drag it around the house. She stopped to watch him. He really was handsome. He had a firm athletic body. Diane gasped aloud when he took off his shirt to be more comfortable. Without the shirt, he looked like a male model. A muscled chest and washboard abs were certainly something a man her age wouldn’t have. He looked delicious. Diane just stared. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. While her eyes were fixed, her hands weren’t.

Diane watched the younger man as he lifted and carried large limbs and brush. She began to caress her breasts with one hand while the other absentmindedly ran over her hip and down. As Dan pulled the loaded tarp, Diane started to gently circle her clit. She was sure she couldn’t be seen as she was far into the room with no interior lights on, and he was in the bright sunshine. She leaned back on her dresser and brought herself to an intense opening orgasm. Now, with the alcohol in her blood and the hormones flooding her brain, she felt emboldened. While Dan was out of sight at the side of the house, Diane crawled onto her bed. Thanks to the afternoon sun, her bed was fully illuminated. She leaned back against the headboard naked with one leg bent. She picked up a book and acted like she was reading as he came back into view. She saw him glance, and her pulse raced. It was challenging to keep up the charade, knowing he had seen her. The benefit of him being out in the sun meant that Diane had more freedom to look than he did. She watched him as he went to the shed and grabbed a big package of mulch. Dan went to the flower bed at the end of the deck and tore it open. He began spreading the loamy soil while trying his best to sneak glances in her direction. At one point, she saw him all but stop working to look in her direction. His stare was invigorating. She turned in such a way as to look like she was trying to get comfortable, but in actual fact, she was turning to give him a better view.

Their little game went on for over an hour. Dan would spread mulch. Diane would casually let him see a bit more each time. Finally, Diane crawled across the bed and stood up. Dan made like he hadn’t noticed and almost rushed back to the shed to appear that he was working. Diane watched him go across the yard, and she was treated to a show herself. His peeking had affected him as well. When he started walking, Diane could see the outline of a hard cock trapped behind the thin fabric.

Dan had finished the beds in the back yard and went to load up a cart with the last three packages of mulch for the front beds. After seeing him walk around to the front of the house, Diane knew it was the perfect opportunity to take her little game to the next level. She snuck through the house to make sure he was going to be busy for a few minutes. Dan was cutting open the packages and working, so she hurried.

As Dan finished in the front, he pulled the cart into the back yard. He snuck a glance or two and didn’t see the hot woman. He was disappointed. Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way to the shed to finish up his work. Upon opening the door, he was shocked at what he saw.

Diane sat on a bale of mulch she had covered with a towel. It was hot in the afternoon sun, but it was sweltering inside the closed space of the shed. She had worn a bikini bottom and a simple white t-shirt when she scurried out of the house. Both were now drenched in sweat from the heat and her excitement. She knew Dan would open the door soon, so much of the sweat was attributable to her nearly overwhelming sexual excitement and anticipation. She heard him coming and positioned herself in a demure position, lying back on one elbow with her legs extended and slightly parted. She blinked hard with the sudden light when he opened the door. His loud gasp was music to her ears.

“Hi, Dan. I told you anything you might need would be in the shed.” She gave him a sly smile.

“Jesus! I wasn’t expecting . . . I mean, I hoped, but . . . you’re actually here! God, you look good!” Dan stammered as he looked at her. Diane was pleased to see his cock go hard in a flash.

“Should I go?” Diane scooted to the edge of her seat as if she was going to stand.

“No! I mean, no, you don’t have to, but is this right? I don’t want to sound weird, but aren’t you, like, my Mom’s age?” Dan just stared. Diane stood and took a step closer to him. As she moved, the t-shirt clung to her breasts and frame like a second skin thanks to the sweat.

“Does a Mom look like this?” Diane could feel her hands trembling in excitement.

“No, Ma’am. But I don’t . . .” Dan stammered more. Diane saw if she were going to get any further, she would have to take matters into her own hands. She stopped directly in front of him, stared into his eyes, and smiled as she lowered herself to her knees.

“Would a Mom do this?” She smiled as she skinned his shorts and boxers off. As soon as able, his hard cock popped up. Diane smiled at the power of youth. His member was easily seven inches, and once it was freed of its confines, it jutted upward at a sharp angle. Diane barely ook her eyes off of his as she grabbed his cock gently and stroked it a few times. A big drop of pre-cum came from the head and ran over her fingers. Diane stuck out her tongue and caught it to the amazement of the young man staring down at her. She lightly stroked his member for a minute while occasionally touching it with the tip of her tongue. She loved the tease and how he was reacting. It was hot in the shed, but Dan was sweating more profusely than the temperature would excuse.

“What do you want, Danny? Tell me, and you might just get it.” Diane smiled broadly and took his cock and ran it over her closed teeth.

“Suck . . . “ Dan mumbled.

“What was that? Speak up. Be confident. Women like confident men. Say what you want.” Her tongue darted out, touching his hot skin over and over.

“I . . . well, I want.” Dan paused for a moment, and Diane interrupted.

“Say it! Tell me to suck your cock!” Diane tightened her grip around his member as if she was using it to climb out of a hole. Dan drew a sharp breath in response.

“Suck it. Suck my cock.” His voice was still low.

“Again, say it like you mean it. I will let this go and head inside if you don’t let me know what you want!” Again, a tight grip gave him pause. It also emboldened him. He placed his hand on top of her head, gathering her hair into a ponytail handle of sorts.

“Put your mouth on my cock and suck it!” Dan sounded so much more confident, so Diane complied.

Diane had to rise up from sitting on her haunches just to get to a level with the upward straining pole. After making a couple of teasing circular slurps around the head, Diane took the hard member into her mouth. She heard the young man gasp and felt him flex his hips forward. She knew he wanted more, and she wanted to give it to him. A long breath drawn through her nose prepared her. Diane moved down the shaft slowly until her nose was buried in the tight black curls around the base of the young man’s rigid cock. She thought she heard Dan make a yipping noise when she did a couple of bounces with his member fully into her throat. Diane slowly rose until just the head of his member was on her tongue. In that pause, she took a new breath. She could smell his sweat, his musk. It was the most intoxicating cologne. She shuddered before returning to her task. She began really sucking the cock in her grasp. Dan started instinctual movements matching the moves of the woman sucking him. It was rough and a****listic, but short-lived.

In no more than a couple of minutes, Dan started grunting. Diane knew what that meant. She popped the member from her mouth just as it exploded.

Dan screamed to the heavens as he released a torrent of thick cum onto Diane’s neck and chest. She suddenly found his hand wrapped around hers as he used her grip to pump his member. He flinched spastically. Diane was amazed at the cum bath he was giving her. As the last spasms left the young man’s body, Diane felt a little spot of disappointment. She had hoped he had more staying power than that. Her pussy still ached for attention. She stood, doing her best to do it smoothly to not draw attention to her sore knees.

Diane smiled as thick drops of cum hung onto her sweat-soaked t-shirt. She traced a line with her index finger from the base of his cock up to his chin as she stepped past him and walked out into the sunshine toward the house. She put as much flip in her walk as possible. As she walked across the deck, she could see him coming up behind her. He was a little late because he had taken a moment to slip on his shorts. Dan followed Diane into her house. He hadn’t really run but was out of breath nonetheless. Diane took it as a compliment that he had still not completely recovered from the orgasm she gave him.

Diane walked through her home taking off pieces of clothing. It was for a few reasons. First, she thought it would be sexy. Second, she really wanted a shower and to cool off, and last, but not least, she wanted to get into comfortable clothes. She was wanted to get in and out of the shower so the handsome, sweaty, young man could get cleaned up and cooled down too. Standing in the shower under a cool stream of refreshing water, Diane had her eyes closed and didn’t notice the young man standing there. It was the accidental knocking over of a face product that caused her to look. She wiped away the soap and steam from the glass shower door to see young Dan standing naked against her sink. At first, she flinched upon being seen but quickly relaxed when she saw his cock still hard and erect. She marveled for a moment before remembering what it was like to be around horny very young men. One orgasm and there done? Oh, hell, no! To a virile man under thirty, erections are like tissues. Use one, got another ready for ya, then another, and maybe even one more, and three hours haven’t passed. Diane giggled.

Dan stood in her bathroom, watching the older woman just standing under a stream of cool water. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen, judging by his reaction. Diane couldn’t resist. She pushed aside the glass door and took him by the hand, pulling him into the shower. He was very hesitant at first. That went away when Diane wrapped her hand around his cock and used it as a handle to position him where she wanted him. She let him twist under the water and wash away the sweat before she changed his position. Taking her own advice, she pressed down on his shoulders and taking the hint, Dan got on his knees.

“Remember when I told you women find confidence sexy? Heres a good example of what I meant.” She ran her fingers into his hair and jammed his face against her pussy as she put one leg up on the shower edge.

“Eat my pussy!” With that demand, Diane began grinding on the young man’s face. He was a quick learner and started eating her pussy like it was his last meal. In moments, Diane was having to hold onto the pipe with the showerhead to keep from falling over because she came so hard. Dan was enthusiastic, to say the least. Maybe it was his confidence, or even that he rarely got to engage in the activity, or even still because there was lukewarm water running all over both of them, but he took pussy eating to a new level for Diane. He sucked, licked, bit, probed, and lapped at her pussy and asshole through four screaming orgasms. He would have continued, but Diane had to push his face away from her because she had gotten so sensitive she was afraid it would start to hurt, and she wasn’t nearly done with him. Diane stepped out of the shower and left the young man to wash up properly. She watched him as he soaped up and got clean and thought to herself, damn, I could get used to this.

Diane walked into her bedroom and grabbed a robe. She didn’t have anything for Dan to wear, and she thought that was just fine. In a couple of minutes, she heard the water turn off. Stopping by the open bathroom door, she said he could wear a towel or nothing. It was his choice. She said she would have him something to drink in the kitchen when he was ready. Diane waited at the island in the kitchen with two ice-cold beers. Dan came walking down the hall and into the open kitchen with a towel around his waist.

“Do you care if I put my clothes out on the railing to dry out a little?” Dan was so polite. She liked that. Diane nodded. She handed him the beer when he walked back in. He took a long drink before thanking her.

“My clothes should be dry enough to put back on in a little bit with that sun.” Dan took another drink. Diane motioned for him to follow her into the living area and to have a seat. She chuckled when he sort of tucked the towel between his legs as he sat.

“Don’t you think we are past that? I see no reason for you to be modest now.” Diane pointed at the towel. Apparently, her words about confidence had sunk in. Dan stood up, took the towel from his waist, and sat back down naked.

“What about you?” Dan challenged his hostess. Diane shrugged and took off the robe, then laid it across the back of the couch. Dan stared until he took the beer and emptied it.

“You said you like a confident man?” He asked. Diane nodded and smiled.

“And you seem to appreciate a take-charge kind of attitude?” Again, Diane smiled. Dan stood and stepped closer to her. She could barely take her eyes off of his renewed erection. Diane held still waiting to see what the young man was going to do. She was taken by surprise.

“It’s time for you to get fucked!” Dan made the announcement before pulling Diane to her feet. He was rough, and she wasn’t steady on her feet, which played into his actions perfectly. While Diane stumbled slightly, Dan turned her around and bent her over the arm of the couch. With no more foreplay than a hard slap on her ass, Dan bent his legs slightly before running his hard cock through her wetness before finding the perfect spot. Dan shoved his diamond-hard member into the woman’s still wet pussy. Diane yelped in pleasure as he jammed his cock as deep as it could go in one thrust.

Diane gripped the couch pillow in her fists as Dan started giving her the fucking she so desperately wanted. The power of youth was in full force as he slammed her pussy over and over. Each inward thrust pushed Diane forward with such effort she had to fight to keep her feet on the carpet. When he changed the angle, his upward thrusts would lift her off her feet. Diane released herself to the sheer bliss of orgasm after orgasm as the young man fucked her. Dan, who now had the stamina of youth and a much longer fuse thanks to his previous orgasms, talked the entire time.

“You like that cock? You wanted to fuck a young man, well, take it all!” Diane could barely hear him over the slapping of their skin and her own moans, yelps, and panting breaths. Dan continued his relentless assault for a full five minutes before abruptly stopping. Diane had barely stopped moving before the young man grabbed her by her hips, pulled her back and forced her to her knees. Her eyes had barely focused before she had his cock in her mouth.

“Suck your juices off me! Taste your pussy!” She did so with enthusiasm. Dan balanced himself with one hand on the back of the couch as he fucked the woman’s face. Having satisfied that desire, Dan pulled Diane to her feet. Her mind was whirling, and she couldn’t focus on what he was doing. Dan turned her to face him momentarily before pushing her toward the couch. Diane landed bouncing on her back. Before she stopped moving, Dan was between her legs, renewing his assault on her sopping wet pussy. The slight upward angle of his cock gave Diane a new perspective on a g-spot orgasm. The young man’s jackhammer-like actions and high-speed pounding of her pussy pushed Diane into pure euphoria. She even passed out for a moment after yet another orgasm. She had no idea how long this had gone on, but it felt like an hour of sheer pleasure.

Dan suddenly stopped and pulled his cock free. Diane was still twitching when he straddled her body and grabbed her breasts. He pushed them together and slid his cock into the hot crevice he created. While barely aware of her surroundings, Diane grabbed her breasts and held them together while staring up at the man tit-fucking her. Dan, relieved of his task, used his free hands to the best use. He grabbed Diane by the hair and pulled her head up so her mouth would greet his cock every time it popped through her tits. With the other free hand, he pinched and twisted her nipples. It took only a couple of minutes before he grunted.

“I’m coming!” Dan pulled his cock from Diane’s breasts and rose up slightly higher on his knee. With a couple of tugs, he started to come. Diane had never been a big fan of having a man’s seed on her face, but after all the had enjoyed up to that point, she welcomed it. She opened her mouth and tried to lick his cock whenever it came close enough. Dan didn’t come, he exploded. Each shot of sticky white come splashed off of her face, dripped from her forehead, or went straight into her open mouth. As the last twitches left his body, he released his member. Diane wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. She grabbed his member and wrapped her lips around the head before straining her neck upward to swallow as much as she could reach. It was Dan’s turn to yelp. Diane pulled him as close by holding him forward with her hands on his firm ass. Finally, as both were entirely spent, she released him, and he basically fell to the floor. Both panted for breath. Both were covered in sweat and each other once again. Diane couldn’t remember when she had enjoyed such a vigorous sexual escapade. She even had the post-coital twitches that come from having had so many orgasms that her body didn’t know how to react, so it flinched and jerked involuntarily. The pair sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Diane climbed from the couch to go to the bathroom.

Diane returned after peeing and washing her face with a towel for her lover, but he was nowhere to be seen. She checked and noticed that his clothes were gone. She found a note.

“I had to go. That was the best sex ever! Let me know when you want to do it again. Dan. P.S. Shave your pussy next time, so I don’t get hairs in my mouth.” Diane burst into laughter.

“I will gladly shave my pussy, Mister Dan, and I will certainly let you know when I want that cock again!” Diane threw the clean towel over her shoulder and stepped out into the afternoon sun. What had promised to be a frustrating day turned into one of the best she had experienced in quite a while.

“I think I like being a MILF!” She said to no one as she turned and went back inside.