Sex and Older Women: Taboo Erotica - Elsa England - ebook
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We know you're going to just read the free sample preview anyway. You should. This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:****Stephanie Robinson was alone, so she wasn't heard. Her anger was intense, though. Valerie Stevens had, for many years, been her closest friend, but Stephanie hated her now.Stephanie knew what Valerie was doing. It was quite obvious. Stephanie's son, Ricky, being young and excitable, could not keep it to himself. And he was with Valerie now. Stephanie was so angry she was ready to go next door and drag her son from that house. But if she did that, she could be making a fool of herself. Perhaps it was only her imagination, perhaps she only thought Ricky had inadvertently released the secret.But then again, perhaps Valerie was doing it.Stephanie paced back and forth, her imagination running wild. If anyone should teach her son about sex, it should be her, she told herself. Why should a neighbor woman, despite a long-standing friendship, teach her son about sex? Valerie could teach someone else's son, but she wasn't going to teach Ricky!

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Sex and Older Women

Elsa England

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

"Yes, goddamn bitch," she said in a softer voice. "That's what she is, a cunt bitch!"

Stephanie Robinson was alone, so she wasn't heard. Her anger was intense, though. Valerie Stevens had, for many years, been her closest friend, but Stephanie hated her now.

Stephanie knew what Valerie was doing. It was quite obvious. Stephanie's son, Ricky, being young and excitable, could not keep it to himself. And he was with Valerie now. Stephanie was so angry she was ready to go next door and drag her son from that house. But if she did that, she could be making a fool of herself. Perhaps it was only her imagination, perhaps she only thought Ricky had inadvertently released the secret.

But then again, perhaps Valerie was doing it.

Stephanie paced back and forth, her imagination running wild. If anyone should teach her son about sex, it should be her, she told herself. Why should a neighbor woman, despite a long-standing friendship, teach her son about sex? Valerie could teach someone else's son, but she wasn't going to teach Ricky!

The thought went through her mind that she could be wrong, but she didn't think so. With the wild imagination she had, Stephanie could well imagine how Valerie was teaching the boys. And since most young boys were quite impressionable, they were willing and eager students. Stephanie had to admit, however, that Valerie was some woman. She was tall and attractive, with shapely tits and an ass that was amazingly shapely. She was downright stunning in a bikini . . . and she knew it. Valerie was bold and aggressive, whereas Stephanie was a bit shy and withdrawn.

Yet, when alone, Stephanie was not in the least bit shy. As she paced about the room, her anger growing, she roundly let fly the words. "Fucking cunt! Who the fuck does she think she is, teaching my son about sex . . . fucking! I know just how she'd teach! She'd fuck them, that's what she'd do! Valerie would strip naked in front of those boys, show her cunt and tits and then she'd fuck them!"

She twisted her hands together, walking back and forth. Her green eyes blazed with anger as she spat the words from her mouth. She could see, in her mind, her son's eyes becoming huge and excited, hot, as he watched Valerie undress, his little cock standing up hard, throbbing with excitement. She could see Valerie on her back, those long legs wide, her hairy cunt lifted up in invitation, her son moving between those thighs, his cock pointing .. . swollen . . . dripping . . . pulsating.

Stephanie stopped pacing. There was a pulsation of pleasure between her thighs, and her cunt had become wet. She could feel the hair-lined lips of her pussy twitching, and her clitoris strained against the tightness of her bikini panties. A soft moan bubbled from her as she pressed her thighs tightly together.

The small ripple of an orgasm shocked her.

She stood very still, but her body was trembling and her legs became weak. The cheeks of her ass bunched up, and she cupped her suddenly tingling tits through her summer sweater. Her hips jerked spastically as the orgasm, although mild, continued to tear through her cunt. A low sob of ecstasy came from her, and she leaned her hip against the bookcase. She felt so very weak, her orgasm finally receding.

Stephanie didn't understand why she came. It had happened very suddenly, without warning. She closed her eyes, feeling miserable.

Suddenly, she straightened up. There was no reason for her to feel miserable. Women came sometimes unexpectedly. It happened to her sometimes at night, when she was in bed. But usually she had been thinking about sex, about cock. Never had she come while walking about. Then it dawned on her that she had been thinking about sex this time, too, about cock—about Ricky's cock fucking Valerie's hairy cunt.

"If anyone fucks my son, it's going to be me!"

The words shocked her, and for a moment Stephanie wasn't sure she had said them. Fuck her son? Ridiculous! But then, she thought, why was it ridiculous? Despite being his mother, she had feelings, emotions, like any other woman. Mothers get hot, wet cunts, the same as any other woman. And Ricky, like all boys, got hard-ons. It was a mother's position to teach her son, and that included sex and fucking.

With determination growing in her, she moved to the kitchen and brewed herself a cup of coffee. As she sat drinking it, she thought of the best way to go about this.

Stephanie wore a pleated skirt, white, that flared about her own exceptionally long thighs. Her summer sweater was a lightweight knit, and it molded her shapely tits to perfection. She knew her body was very good, outstanding even. She also knew she looked quite attractive. She wasn't a Miss Universe candidate, but she was certainly a close runner-up. Her rich, dark-auburn hair was soft and shimmering, and her green eyes were warm and friendly. Her lips, she thought, were a bit too suggestive, always full and moist and sweetly pink. Her flesh was smooth, like fresh cream, without a blemish. Her tits were still high and firm, with nipples of succulent hardness centered on lovely, pebbled circles of flesh.

Her waist was small, quite narrow. Her hips were rounded in perfect feminine beauty, and her ass arched out attractively, her asscheeks tight, yet they seemed to ripple as she walked. Her body could stand beside Valerie any day wearing a bikini.

Her cunt, framed by rich auburn hair, had slightly puffy lips, lips that were moist and sensitive. She had always thought, though, that her clitoris was somewhat larger than most women. Without a trace of vanity, Stephanie knew she could stack up against any of those center-fold beauties.

Now that she had made up her mind to take over the job of teaching Ricky about fucking, she had to decide when and where to start. Her first decision was to ignore the word sex. It was so coldly clinical, and Ricky would become much more excited if she said "fucking." It even excited her, and she said it aloud: "Fucking . . . fucking."

It was early evening when her plan was put into action.

Stephanie was on the couch, her feet up, as she leaned back on the arm, watching television, Ricky was, as usual, on the floor, his chin cupped in his hands as he watched the violent action on the small screen.

Stephanie glanced at him, her eyes roving about his back and small ass. It seemed to her that he was rubbing his cock against the carpet, but she couldn't be certain.

Dinner was over and the kitchen was clean, and she sat with her pleated skirt above her knees. But so far he had not looked at her. She shifted her position, bending one knee so they were apart. She made a few soft sounds, loud enough to draw his attention. When he turned to look at her, she smiled.

His position was perfect, she thought, for him to peek under her skirt. She could only hope that he could see well enough to gaze at her panties.

But Ricky didn't glance at her thighs. He glanced at her face.

"You're peeking under my skirt," she whispered, the smile still on her lovely face.

"No, Mother," he said, then turned back to the screen.

"Yes you were, Ricky," she insisted. "Don't lie."

"But I wasn't, Mother," he replied.

"I suppose you peek under Valerie's skirt all the time," she said. "She probably tells you it's okay."

Ricky turned to look at his mother. "How do you know she said that, Mother?"

"Well, didn't she?"

"Uh ... I guess so," Ricky answered, a flush on his young face.

"And she lets Robert peek, too, right?"

His flush went deeper, but he nodded his head.

"Ricky," she said in a low voice, "if you peek under anybody's skirt, it should be mine, your mother's."

Stephanie saw his eyes become hot, and just as she knew it would happen, they began to burn with excitement. She spread her knees. "Go ahead and peek, honey."

Ricky, not in the least bashful, gazed between his mother's thighs, seeing the creamy, smooth inner surfaces, and high above, he saw the dim shadow of her cunt. He licked his lips, and Stephanie felt elated.

"Tell me what you see, baby," she murmured, her voice throaty. "Tell mother what you see."

"I see your panties," Ricky replied in a husky voice.

"Does it excite you?"

He nodded, still staring between her thighs.

Stephanie drew her knee up, the pleated skirt falling back. Ricky's eyes glowed now, burning with desire. Stephanie moved. Her crotch fully exposed to her son's blazing eyes. Her panties were very tight, mounded up against her cunt. They were sheer enough so her son could see the outline of her curly pussy hair.

She saw his ass bunch up as he stared at her panty-covered cunt.

Sitting in this wicked position, she said, "Valerie is right about one thing, darling. Boys will peek under a girl's skirt every chance they get. That's normal. I don't mind if you peek under mine. In fact, if there's anything you want to know . . . about a girl, just ask mother."

Ricky turned on the floor and sat up, but his eyes never drifted from her crotch. Stephanie could not prevent her eyes from roaming across the front of his pants, and she saw his cock lumping up.

"What would you like to know, Ricky?" she asked in a husky voice, her eyes lingering on the bulge of his pants. She stroked a fingertip above her knee, then along the inner surface of her thigh. "Surely you have some questions about girls."

Ricky gazed between his mother's thighs as he sat there with his cock throbbing hard inside his pants. For a moment Stephanie wondered if she had been wrong about Valerie. Maybe Valerie wasn't actually doing anything with the two boys. But she shrugged the thought away. Sure she was! Besides, exposing herself to Ricky this way was exciting her as much as it was him. Her cunt was pulsating very hotly, and she could feel her clit tingling. Her nipples now protruded sharply against her sweater, standing up with arousal.

"I have a lot of questions," Ricky finally said his voice very low and quivering with excitement.

"Ask me, darling."

But he didn't say any more.

Thinking her son was bashful. Stephanie drew her fingertip along her thigh, feeling goosebumps ripple along her legs. Her excitement about what she was doing rippled through her like a hot fire, and she was caught up by the lewdness, knowing it would be very hard to stop now.

She circled the tight crotch of her panties, her son's eyes watching every move she made. Stephanie writhed her ass on the couch, pulling her skirt to her waist. Dragging her finger up, she toyed with her belly button, her eyes smoky as she watched her son's expression.

Moving her finger down, she teased him by shoving it under the elastic of her panties, pausing for a moment. Then she moved her hand into her panties and down to her cunt, where she cupped it, rubbing slowly. Ricky gasped, his eyes huge and hot. She glanced again at the front of his pants. His cock was making a tent there, and she wondered if her son was about to come in his pants.

"Want to see me, honey?" she asked in a thick voice, pulling her hand out of her panties. She circled the tight crotch with a fingertip again. "Want to see mother's—" she sucked in a deep breathy then plunged ahead—"want to see mother's . . . cunt?"

Ricky gasped.

Without waiting for her son to reply, Stephanie hooked her finger into the tight crotch of her panties and slowly began stretching it to one side. She revealed the dark, curling hair along one puffy cunt lip, then stretched the crotch of her panties to one side. Her cunt was fully exposed to her son's burning eyes now, and she held her panties this way, her other hand moving along a puffy, hairy lip. She licked at her lips, feeling lewd and wicked.

"Do you like it, Ricky?" she asked, her voice whispery and hot. "Do you like mother's cunt?"

Her son, his eyes very wide, mouth hanging open, nodded his head. He couldn't speak, and she laughed, but not in derision. She knew how excited he was, and she felt elated that she was doing the teaching instead of Valerie.

She moved her finger about her pussy. "These are my cunt lips . . . this is my clit . . . this is my hot hairy pussy!"

Ricky was breathing heavily with excitement, his hands clawing at his knees as he gazed at his mother's cunt. His cock stood up very hard against his pants, and Stephanie could see his prick throbbing, jerking slightly. She pulled the lips of her pussy apart, showing her son the glistening wetness inside. She rubbed lightly at her distended clitoris, then slowly inserted her middle finger into her cunt, working it back and forth.

Her finger felt good to her, and she kept thrusting it in and out, spreading her legs as wide as she could, her eyes bubbling with intense heat. Her son watched her closely, his eyes almost bulging from his head. Her finger was feeding the fires within her slender, curvy body, and she began to writhe and twist her hips. Soft moans dripped from her as she finger-fucked slowly.

"Valerie has probably shown this to you," she whispered, "but my cunt is different, isn't it, Ricky?"

"She didn't do ..."

But Stephanie paid no attention to him. She had become excited now, and her finger moved in and out of her cunt. She was almost boiling, the friction of her finger against the sensitive lips of her clinging cunt causing her to shiver with pleasure.

If she continued, Stephanie knew she would come. She found that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to fingerfuck her pussy before her son's hot eyes, make her cunt convulse in sweet, steaming orgasm. His cock looked so very hard, and she wished he would take it out of his pants so she could see it. But the ecstasy flowing inside her body at this moment had captured her, and she could not tell him what she wanted. Her eyes had become vacant-looking and smoldering, and she could hardly see her son now. Her tongue moved back and forth over her bottom lip as she twisted her crotch against her plunging finger. She was no longer finger-fucking in that slow way now; she was almost racing her finger in and out. Moist sounds came to them, sounding as if her cunt was creating a strong suction around her stabbing finger.

Ricky eyes burned like a roaring fire as he watched what his mother was doing, and he pressed a hand against his cock. He groaned.

Stephanie saw, through the haze of her steamy vision, where his hand was, and her finger thrust even more frantically, the heel of it smashing her inflamed clitoris. The rumbling of a powerful orgasm seemed to be swelling deep inside her shaking body, and she began to whimper softly. Her ass bounced up and down, twisting in tight circles. She had almost forgotten her son now, her ecstasy was so great. She was acutely aware, though, that he was staring between her widely spread thighs, watching her finger-fuck wildly.

When she came, she shot her ass up and began to grind her pussy against her hand, her finger deeply buried. She sobbed with the strength of her pleasure, whipping her ass about violently.

As her orgasm receded, she lowered her ass to the cushions of the couch, and her vision sharpened. Her son was still sitting there, his eyes enormous, and he was pressing hard against his throbbing cock.

In a very soft voice, she murmured, "That's how girls do it when they don't have a boyfriend, Ricky."

"Gosh!" her son groaned.

"But I don't have to do that," she whispered in a sultry voice. "I've got a boyfriend. When a girl has a boyfriend, they don't have to do this to themselves. They can do it for real. You know what I'm talking about, don't you, baby?"

He nodded.

CHAPTER TWO

Stephanie smiled at her son.

He was sitting on her bed, watching her with excitement. She had brought him to her room shortly after finger-fucking herself in front of him, and now she was slowly removing her clothing. Although her orgasm had been strong in the living room, the heat in her pussy continued to boil. She had never felt so aroused and excited in her life.