Lisa The Cougar

The weeks after that second time with Lisa were like living in some parallel universe where my wildest porn fantasies became reality. I’d be sitting in class, trying to focus on design principles, when my phone would buzz with a message from her.

“Thinking about your cock in my mouth while showing houses today,” she’d DM, sometimes with a picture of her cleavage peeking out of her professional blouse, a tiny wet spot visible where she’d deliberately let her tongue dampen the clothing.

Other times, she’d corner me in the hallway at home when Dad was in the garage or shower, pressing her body against mine, grinding briefly before pulling away with a wink. Once, she “accidentally” left the bathroom door cracked while changing, giving me a view of her naked body as she bent over to step into her panties.

Each tease left me harder than granite and **** for more. We never went all the way, though. It was always her mouth, her hands, or her tits bringing me to explosive orgasms that left me seeing stars. “Not yet,” she’d whisper whenever I tried to touch between her legs. “Good boys wait until they’re invited.”

I was going insane with lust, jerking off three times a day just to function. My graphic design professor even commented on my distraction in class, asking if everything was okay at home.

If he only knew.

Then came the announcement that I’d been waiting for.

“I’ll be gone for three days next week,” Dad said over dinner. “A business trip to Chicago.”

My eyes darted to Lisa. She was sipping her wine, looking indifferent, except for the slight flush creeping up her neck and the way her tongue lingered on the rim of her glass.

“Three whole days?” she asked, setting down her glass. “That’s a long time to be away.”

Dad shrugged. “Can’t be helped. You two will be okay without me, right?”

“We’ll manage somehow,” Lisa replied, her foot sliding under the table to press against my crotch. “Won’t we, Dan?”

I nodded, suddenly unable to speak as her toes gently massaged my rapidly hardening cock beneath the table.

“Good,” Dad said, completely oblivious to what was happening under his own dinner table. “I’ll leave Monday morning and be back Thursday night.”

Dad excused himself, needing to go to the bathroom. When he shut the door, Lisa’s eyes locked with mine across the table, a slow, predatory cougar smile spreading across her face. “We’ll have the house to ourselves … come see me Monday night.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Her foot pressed harder against my erection. “I’m going to have some fun with you.”

The way she said it, with that gleam in her eyes, made my cock throb painfully against my zipper. When Dad returned, he continued talking about his trip details, completely unaware that his wife was essentially jerking me off with her foot while promising to fuck me the moment he left town.

*****

When Monday finally arrived, Dad kissed Lisa goodbye at the door, gave me a clap on the shoulder with his usual “Be good, you two,” and drove away. The moment his car disappeared down the street, Lisa turned to me.

“Tonight,” she said simply, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Not now. I want you to think about it all day, fantasize and dream about it.” She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. “Make yourself nice and hard for me.”

Then she was gone, off to work in her tight pencil skirt and silk blouse, leaving me with an aching erection and hours to kill.

I tried everything to distract myself. Homework, video games and a workout, but nothing helped. My cock remained semi-hard all day, jumping to full attention at the slightest thought of what might happen that night.

Around noon, my phone buzzed. A DM from Lisa. Just showed a master bedroom to clients. All I could think about was bending over the bed for you tonight.

Another buzz an hour later. Wear something easy to take off. I don’t want to waste time.

What a nympho Milf.

*****

By evening, I was a wreck of nerves and arousal. I showered twice, trimmed everything and paced my room until darkness fell. At 10 PM, she finally returned. We had something to eat, and she teased me now and then with her foot jobs. “I’m not going to make you come, am I?”

“If you continue,” I told her truthfully, enjoying the friction of her foot on my erection.

“I’ll be gentle,” she said with a teasing smile as she lightly rubbed her foot up and down along my length.

After we’d eaten, she told me she’d take a shower and then the fun could start. The shower felt like an eternity, and my cock was still achingly hard.

Eventually, she finished, and then she called for me to come.

I hurried to her room and knocked.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and nearly came in my shorts at the sight that greeted me. Lisa was standing by the bed in a crimson silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. It was tied so loosely that the sides gaped open, revealing glimpses of her naked, curvy body beneath. Her red hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and the scent of vanilla and coconut shampoo hung in the room.

“There’s my boy,” she said, moving toward me. Her D-cup breasts swayed beneath the silk, clearly free. “Finally, we can have some fun.”

“What will we do?” I asked her eagerly.

She reached me, placing her hands on my chest, then sliding them up to loop around my neck. “I’ll show you … let’s start off with a kiss.”

I bent down, my lips meeting hers for the first time. Unlike the hungry, urgent kisses I’d experienced with girls my age, Lisa kissed with a maturity and sensuality that made my knees weak. Her tongue teased mine, exploring my mouth as her body pressed against me. Her boobs mashed against my chest and her right hand found my bulge. When she touched it, she moaned against my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her back, squeezing her butt, which made her moan louder.

When we finally broke apart, saliva stretching from lip to lip, she looked up at me while biting her bottom lip.

“I’ve fought this,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw. “Tried to keep some boundaries. The blowjobs, the touching … I told myself that was far enough.” She pressed her hips against my obvious erection. “But I can’t anymore. I need to feel you inside me. Your father never has to know.”

A flash of guilt shot through me at the mention of my father. What was I doing? This was his wife, in their bedroom, on their bed. I paused, the reality of what we were about to do finally hitting me.

Lisa sensed my hesitation and leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I’m going to ride you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

My guilt evaporated like morning dew in the summer sun. There was no way in hell I’d be able to resist her. She led me to the bed, their bed, and untied her robe, letting it fall open. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her body was even sexier fully revealed: full, heavy breasts with thick pink nipples; a curved stomach with just a hint of feminine roundness; wide, womanly hips; and a neatly trimmed triangle of auburn hair between her thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, reaching for her.

“Touch me,” she said, guiding my hands to her breasts. “I’ve seen how you look at these.”

I cupped their weight, marveling at how they overflowed my hands. They were soft yet firm, topped with nipples that hardened further at my touch. The scenes of when I’d come all over them flashed in my mind. I leaned down to latch my mouth onto her thick nipple, sucking as she moaned and arched her back.

“Yes, baby,” she said, cupping my neck to push me against her boobs. “Suck your stepmom’s tits.”

I moved from one breast to the other, sucking and licking them till they were dripping while my hands explored the rest of her body. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I found her already slick with arousal.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured against her breast.

“I’ve been wet all day thinking about this,” she admitted, spreading her legs wider to give me better access. “Feel what you do to me.”

I slid one finger along her folds, then carefully pushed it inside her. The heat and tightness made my cock throb harder. Lisa moaned, rocking against my hand as I added a second finger, curling them slightly the way I’d seen in porn.

“Oh fuck, right there,” she said, her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers. “You’re a natural at this.”

Her hands weren’t idle either. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head, then pushed my shorts down my legs. My cock sprang free, harder than I’d ever been in my life.

“Look at you,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “So much harder than your dad … I’ve waited for this.”

The comparison sent a forbidden thrill through me. I was harder for her, better for her. I wanted to prove it.

Lisa lay back on the bed, her auburn hair spread across the pillows where my father slept every night. She spread her legs wide, knees bent, exposing her glistening pink pussy to me.

“Come here,” she said, her voice husky. She reached for my cock, guiding me toward her pink hole. “Just push it in there. I’m so wet.”

I loved the way she pulled on my cock till the head pressed against her wet heat. Slowly, I pushed forward, watching in awe as her body opened for me, accepting the first inch of my length.

The sensation was tight, wet warmth enveloping me, so much more intense than her mouth or hands had been. I pushed deeper, feeling her stretch around me and also her honey that made the intrusion feel so much better.

“Oh God,” Lisa gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re stretching me … Gosh, that feels good.”

I began to fuck her, slowly at first, enjoying each inch as I withdrew almost completely before pushing back in. Lisa’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper with each fuck.

“Harder,” she said, her hips rising to meet mine. “I need it harder.”

I increased my pace, driven by her encouragement and my own **** need for it. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of wet flesh meeting filling the room along with Lisa’s increasingly loud moans.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” she cried, her head thrashing from side to side. “Deeper, baby … make me come.”

I shifted my angle slightly, remembering something I’d read about hitting the G-spot. Lisa’s reaction was immediate and explosive.

“Right there! Don’t stop!” Her internal muscles clenched around me as her first orgasm hit, her back arching off the bed. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

Watching her come beneath me was the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed. Her face flushed, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure washed over her. It took every ounce of self-control not to follow her over the edge.

As her orgasm subsided, Lisa pushed against my chest. “Turn over. I want to ride you.”

I rolled onto my back, my cock glistening with her juices. Lisa straddled me, positioning herself above my shaft. With slowness, she sank down, taking me to the hilt in one smooth motion so her pussy lips were pressed against my groin. I twitched inside her, my eyes widening at the sensation and sight of her on top.

“God, you feel huge like this,” she moaned, beginning to rock her hips. Her breasts swayed hypnotically with each movement, making a light slapping sound, and her hands braced on my chest for leverage.

The visual was straight out of my deepest fantasies, my gorgeous stepmom riding me, her head thrown back in pleasure, and her tits bouncing as she used my cock to pleasure herself. I reached up to cup those perfect breasts, squeezing them hard.

“Yes, play with my titties while I ride you,” she moaned, grinding harder against me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, my stepmom bouncing on my cock in the same bed she shared with my dad. Her pussy gripped me like a wet, soft fist, squeezing and pulsing around my shaft as she rode me like a horny milf.

“This is so wrong,” Lisa gasped, her eyes locked with mine. “So wrong, but so fucking good.”

Hearing her acknowledge the taboo nature of what we were doing only made me harder inside her.

“Your dad has never made me moan like this,” she confessed, her voice ragged between moans. “Never filled me up like you do.”

Something primal awoke in me at her words. The last shreds of my guilt melted away, replaced by a dominance I’d never felt before. I grabbed her hips firmly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“Is that right?” I said, surprising myself with my tone. “You like your stepson’s cock better than your husband’s?”

“God, yes,” she whimpered, her eyes rolling back as I thrust upward, meeting her movements with powerful strokes of my own. “You’re bigger … harder … And better.”

I suddenly flipped her onto her back, never breaking our connection. The move seemed to surprise and delight her as I loomed over her, driving into her again and again.

“Give it to me,” she begged, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Fuck me harder, baby. Come inside me, raw.”

I pounded into her relentlessly, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider for deeper penetration.

“You want my cum?” I asked, sweat dripping from my brow as I maintained my brutal pace.

“Yes!” she said loudly, past caring about neighbors or discretion. “Fill me up and make me yours!”

Lisa’s body began to tense beneath me, her inner muscles clamping down on my cock with sweet pressure. Her back arched off the bed as her second orgasm tore through her, more powerful than the first.

Then it was my turn. With a primal grunt, I slammed into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm erupted. I came harder than I ever had in my life, pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her while holding onto her hips for dear life.

“Yes,” Lisa sighed. “I can feel you filling me up.”

We stayed locked together for what felt like eternity, both of us panting, covered in sweat, my cock still twitching inside her as the last drops of cum leaked out. Finally, I pulled out, seeing her pussy gape open before closing. I collapsed beside her, my arm draped across her heaving chest.

Lisa turned to face me, a look of satisfied wonder in her eyes. She brushed a strand of hair from my forehead.

“I needed that,” she whispered, placing a kiss on my lips. “Thank you, baby.”

We cuddled in the afterglow, our naked bodies pressed together on my father’s sheets. The guilt I expected to feel was strangely absent, replaced by a deep contentment I hadn’t experienced before.

“Is there any possibility we can do this again?”

She giggled. “The way you fuck, I want you again and again. But remember, this will be our secret, and your dad can’t ever know about us.”

“I promise,” I said.

We snuggled closer and wished each other goodnight.

To be continued.

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