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Saturday morning, I walk over to my neighbor's house. Wearing basketball shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops. Forgoing the boxers, in order to make my plan easier.

I knock on the door. Tarah answers, my eyes go wide. My first sight is her bust, barely being held in by a sports bra. I scan down, seeing the skin of her tight abdomen. No six pack, but still nice and fit. I see the yoga pants wrapped around her long legs, so tightly, they look painted on. Seeing no outline of panties or a thong.

I smile at her," morning Ms. Fuller, may I come in, there is something I want to ask, it is about my mom."

She welcomes me inside her home. As she shuts the door behind me. She turns to face me, her body freezes. My shorts at my ankles, my cock displayed to her. I grin widely then take off my shirt and step out of my shorts and flip flops.

I stand there naked, looking at the cougar before me. I get a closer look, as my mind reels with all the things to do. But I calm down, remember I have all day.

"Tarah, stand up straight, with your arms by your side, feet together, face forward." She quickly snaps to attention; I still can't believe how quickly she did it.

I stand before her. Reaching out, I cup both her breasts and squeeze. Even in the sport bra, I can feel how soft they are.

"Tarah, remove your sports bra, hand it to me, then return your arms to your sides."

Her hands grab under her bra, lifting it up. I watch as her large mounds flop down. The bra climbing over her head. She then hands it to me. I take the bra; her hands immediately return to her sides.

I look at the tab, 36E. Wow, quite the size. Tossing the bra, I get my first look at her full bare flesh. Her breasts are large, nicely formed, with just the slight sign of sag due to her age.

Reaching out, I cup each one, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. Her pink nipples harden at my touch, my thumb running over them.

Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth. Enjoying the feel of her hard nipple flesh. I nibble on it gently; my tongue flicks it lightly. Although I am enjoying myself, I realize that Tarah is not moving, not making a sound, nothing.

I remove the nipple and step back. Well, I am here to see what I can do. I pick up her bra and walk back over to her.

"Tarah, take your bra and put it back on, then put your arms at your sides." She does so easily.

"Tarah, whenever you hear the word pineapple, you will have a small orgasm." Wanting to see how my suggestions work, I feel this would be the most fun.

I get dressed myself. When I am situated, I wake her up. She focuses on me and smiles.

"What did you want to talk about Jamie?" She asks me nicely, with no memory of what just happened.

"My mom's birthday is coming up next month, I wanted to surprise her, by making her favorite cake, however I don't know how, I was hoping you could help me." I smile brightly at her.

"That is a lovely thing to do Jamie. What is her favorite cake?"

"Pineapple..." her face suddenly flushes; her body seems to shiver. She crouches a bit. Her breathing getting a bit heavy. "...upside down cake."

"Are you ok Ms Fuller?" I ask with a concerned look on my face. Though I know what just happened.

"Ohh... um... yes... I am, going to sit down..." She makes her way to the couch and sits down. I follow her and sit down in the recliner next to her.

She relaxes on the couch, taking a few deep breaths, then composes herself.

"So Jamie, you want help with making a pineapple..." her face flushes red as soon as the word leaves her mouth, the rest of the sentence falling away. She rocks back and forth, biting her lower lip, in order to suppress a moan.

I watch her, concern on my face, though inside I am thrilled about the outcome of this experience.

"Ms. Fuller, do you need something, should I get you a glass of water?" I ask her, using a soft voice, while I watch her come down from her orgasm.

She waves off the comment, straightening herself. "No, no, I am ok." She smiles once again, though I see a sheen of sweat on her brow.

"So, Jamie, you need help making a cake for your moms' birthday?" She asks, not using the name of the cake.

"That is correct, have you ever made an upside-down pineapple..." She falls back on the couch, her legs spread enough for her right hand to cup her pussy. I notice a dark stain right where her pussy is.

"Ms. Fuller, are you sure you are ok?" Showing strong concern on my face for her wellbeing. Though internally I am excited and majorly horny.

I decide to get my satisfaction. I slip off my shorts, move over to her, my cock right above her face. I see her eyes closed.

"Ummm... Ms. Fuller." She opens her eyes and immediately freezes. I help her up into a seated position. First thing I do is remove the orgasm trigger word, no need to have that all the time. Then have her kneel on a couch cushion, with her hands leaning against the back of the couch.

Not exactly knowing how to fuck her and have her animated, something I will have to figure out and soon. I lower her yoga pants to mid-thigh. Exposing her seriously wet pussy lips to me. I notice a small strip of hair right above her clit.

I stand behind her. Running my cock up and down her wet slit. When something dawns on me. "Tarah, are you using birth control?"

"No." She states simply.

"Tarah, how often do you get your period?" I ask her.

"Every three to five months." Her answer is not something I wanted to hear, that Is a big margin of error. If I am not careful, I could get her pregnant. I decide to make a few more inquiries, but also decide to fix it so I don't have to say her name every time.

"Tarah, when we are alone, you will answer every question you hear." Hopefully that will work.

"How often do you and your husband have sex?" I ask blatantly, hoping for a response.

"Once a month." She states. Happy that this works, I decide on a plan of action.

"Do you and your husband use condoms when you have sex?"

"No" she states. Well, this could work. I press on.

"Does your husband cum inside your pussy?"

"Yes" she answers. I grin, seeing my opportunity open up. But I have one major question left.

"Did your husband get a vasectomy?"

"No" she states. I am overjoyed. Now I just need to make sure of one thing.

"Tarah, whenever I come inside your pussy, afterwards, the next night you and your husband are alone in bed, you will have sex and make him cum inside you." I chuckle a bit, Mr. Fuller is about to get laid a lot. I wonder if he can keep up. Though a thought pops up in my head.

"Tarah, if your husband says no to sex, you are to try to seduce him. If he says no again, you are to stop and try again the next night you are alone in bed with him. You will keep trying until he has cum inside your pussy." Hopefully that will work. I don't want her trying to **** her own husband in order to follow my commands.

I then start to press my hard member into her hot juicy folds. The feelings are overwhelming. I keep pushing into her, ever so slowly, savoring every second. I feel the tip of my cock pressing against the back of her tunnel, as I bottom out.

My body pressed tightly against her ass. I hold there, enjoying the feel of her vaginal walls throbbing around my cock.

I grip her hips tightly and start to move in and out of her pussy. The sensations blowing my mind. My pace quickening, my body slamming against hers, as I start to grunt, feeling my orgasm building very quickly.

Slamming into her, my thick tip against her cervix. Cum erupts from my throbbing cock. Rope after rope shooting deep into her. I slowly start to pump in and out once again as I spent myself inside this Milf.

My massive load starts to leak out around my cock and down her legs. Pooling at where her yoga pants are. Finally feeling the last of my cum spurting out, I stop. Still buried inside her used fuck hole. I let the last of my orgasm fade away.

I slip out of her and watch as more of my oversized load oozes from her pussy and lands on her yoga pants. I then realize that this is a problem. She may go crazy trying to figure out how cum all of sudden is leaking from her.

I dress myself, then go to the kitchen, grabbing some paper towels and proceed to do my best wiping my cum from her pants and body.

Then I instruct her to get dressed and sit on the couch with her arms by her side. I pocket the soiled paper towels, not wanting to leave any evidence if possible.

Tarah's body is covered in a sheen of sweat and an idea comes to mind. Running off to the kitchen once again, I grab a bottle of water and empty half of it, then put it in her hand.

"Tarah, when you hear the door close, you will wake up, you will feel tired, but good. Having just completed your daily work out. Then you will go shower and continue on with your day. You will have no memory of me ever coming over."

With that I exit the house. Making sure to slam the door, so Tarah can hear.

As I walk home, I wonder exactly what my newfound powers will be able to do. Does the mind really control the body. Ideas flood my brain. However, I decide to take it slow, with a test subject next door, I have plenty of time.