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Okay, I have officially reached my sexual awakening. I want to try anything that has to do with sex.
I challenge anyone reading this to try to shock me with their stories or ideas. I’m ready to sling dirty diapers, give (or take) golden showers. I want to use a strap-on or a vibrator (maybe both!).
Let me fuck, suck, blow, jack, or just run around the house naked for you. I want to feel your skin on mine. Stimulate me, body and mind.

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Memorial Day picnic in the Park …
WOW, I still can’t get over it.
Anyway, I go to the park for our little family picnic … you know, visit with the grandkids and all that. Everything’s going normal (“blah, blah, blah … too much make-up, mom … blah, blah, blah”) when we notice that the grandkids are wandering a bit TOO far off. I go chasing after them (anything to get away from the “too much make-up” lecture), and find out they’re playing with a dog belonging to another family that’s having a picnic in the park.
Good thing about this family is that instead of dragging along grandma, they dragged along grandpa … and grandpa was looking goood. He had that Charles Durning thing going for him … a bit chunky, but great sense of humor and a charming laugh.
I suggest we make it a big picnic and mix our two families together, and ‘Charles’ backs me up on this. We end up getting our way, of course, so after a little shuffling things around, there we are with a bunch of kids playing frisbee with the dog, and four parents doing their usual getting aquainted talk. This left time for ‘Charles’ and I to do a little getting aquainted ourselves. We set off for a walk in the park, and once we got out of sight from the noisy families, we ducked behind some bushes … WHOOPS … there was a couple already there, completely naked and very involved. Despite my desire to have some fun with them, ‘Charles’ convinced me to quietly leave them unbothered, and we snuck back onto the main path.
Laughing and talking about the couple kept our minds focused that direction until finally (it seemed) we came across another good spot. This time we were the only ones, and we found a nice out-of-the-way area well back from the path. Real comfortable on the butt, too, I noticed as I sat down.
It didn’t take us long to start stripping down to our birthday suits while groping and fondling each other, and soon we were making out like that young couple we had snuck up on. Just when things were getting interesting, though, another couple starts making their way into OUR bushes. We got real still, and watched while they settled on a place not as far back as us … they hadn’t even seen us.
From our vantage point, we could watch them start kissing and undressing. ‘Charles’ was watching them very intently, so I decided to have some fun with him. While he watched the young couple making out, I started giving him a blowjob. This rocked his world … naked out in the open, with another naked couple only a few feet away, and getting his stick sucked like there was no tomorrow all at the same time. Only problem here was that I wasn’t getting attention. I grabbed a free hand of his and brought it down between my legs. He caught on, and started working his fingers in time with the grunts and moans coming from the young couple. That couple didn’t last long, and as soon as the boy blew his load, he was getting dressed to leave. No sooner had they left, though, than another couple wandered in to the same spot.
It seemed to go on like this for hours, us sitting there naked enjoying couple after couple making out a few feet away. When we finally got out of there and made it back to the families, they had started getting worried about us. We just grinned and said “Don’t you know us older folk can take care of ourselves?” while picking a little twig out of my hair.
Anyway … it sure gave new meaning to the term “memorial day” for ‘Charles’ and me … that day was definitely memorable.

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Oh, MAN did I have a lucky day!
It started out great when I did a private party for a small group of insurance salesmen. You’d be surprised how well those stiffs can tip! I ended up running late because I just couldn’t break away from such an appreciative group of men.
Anyway, since I was running late, I ended up going maybe a little over the speed limit to try getting back on schedule, when I see this cop car come pulling up behind me. I started thinking how I had been lucky enough to have the money to pay off this ticket, when up strode this fine-looking young buck. I did some quick adjustments to allow him the pleasure of his higher angle, and next thing I knew, his eyes were glued to my Double-D’s.
Well, things just kept getting better, and before long HE was giving me HIS information instead of the way tickets are supposed to work.
That night found that sweet young buck at my place. I served him a little dinner, and showed him the rest of that Double-D view he’s missed out on … and he showed me a few things as well. He ended up staying all night long, and we tore up every room in the place.
I’m looking foreward now to the next party that runs late.

Roxy         1-888-379-5442

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I really should be ashamed of myself!  I should.. but.  I’m still in a bit of afterglow, more than a week later!

My youngest son’s best friend from highschool, I’ll call him Joey, he still likes to come around and visit “Mrs. Carol” from time to time.  He was a shy quiet kid, the awkward type who always seemed to be just a little bit behind the other boys his age,   development-wise.   Well… let’s just say he finally managed to catch up to the other boys since last summer, and then some!  He’s gone from a scrawny, pimply  5’10 curly haired waif to a strapping 6’0 brown eyed brown skinned adonis with a military buzzcut.   I barely even recognized him when he came over last week! He said he was popping in hoping to see my son during college spring break…  alas, my prodigal son was gone to Cancun for spring break.   Breaks his mother’s heart that one…  but this post isn’t about him.  It’s about Joey.

Joey was disappointed not to see my boy this time around..but that didn’t stop him from having a long visit with Mama Carol.  I found it a little bit odd at first… I know the kids have their Facebook and their instant messaging to keep up with each other every minute of the day.  It struck me as odd that he would drop in on the off chance my son would be around.  I always suspected he had something of a crush on me…..

 He talked and talked up a storm, helped himself to the cookie batter I was baking, and to the cookies when they were done and just when I was anxious for him to leave, he offered to help me move the new couch I’d just bought and to help out with spring cleaning.    Well, what lonely old widow with a ton of chores is going to turn that offer down?    I was grateful for the help and the cute company.

Joey worked up quite a sweat, he did.  He practically carried that couch all by himself.  The next thing I knew he was shirtless and sweaty, his young tanned muscles glistening under the grime he’d collected from the garage.  I was caught off guard; my eyes must have flashed at him because he grinned a self conscious grin and kept looking down at the floor whenever I looked at him.  ”Well… I see all those years of baseball practice have paid off…”    I smiled.  He chuckled shyly and confirmed he’d had a “growth spurt” and had only begun “working out” since Thanksgiving.  I collected my dirty thoughts along with my good manners,  poured him a tall glass of water in thanks for all his hard work.   ”Well you go on and finish up the garage while I get the laundry together.  If that’s not enough hardwork for you, I’ll think of something else to wear you out.”   Again he laughed that nervous, goofy laugh.  Same old Joey.  Different package.

Once he was done sweeping out the garage he came back to the kitchen and laundry area where I was multitasking.   I noticed he had fallen silent but he wasn’t taking his eyes off of me as I came to and fro.  I was wearing just my baby pink velour tracksuit and some cotton footies, with no bra or panties, and in  spite of myself I had begun to work up a little bit of sweat of my own;  having a handsome eager young man at my beck and call had started to get me hot.  Not that I was trying to think this way about him.  I’ve known Joey for years he’s like a son to me.   But his eyes sure stayed glued to my rear end!! 

He may be alot bigger and better looking now, but underneath it all he’s still the same shy little kid I’ve always known.   I decided to break the ice.  “Joey… since I’m doing the laundry can I get those dirty clothes from you?” I gathered his shirt from the floor, and motioned towards the khaki shorts he was wearing.  

“Umm… sure!  B-but I don’t have any other clothes, Mrs. Carol.” He stammered.

“Oh hon.. I’ll give you one of my sons’ bathrobes. Trust me, Kiddo.. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen already at my age.”

Joey blushed a little as he sat in the kitchen chair, making  a timid half-gesture to remove his shorts but he hesitated a bit.   There was a really  long, uncomfortable silence, but his eyes never broke his gaze from mine.  “Come on now, “  I egged him on.   “If you get those off now I can get them into the load I just started.”   I pulled him up to his feet by his wrist and tugged playfully on his khaki pocket.  “Hurry up you…” I said.

Blushing furiously now, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them slide them down, revealing…. absolutely nothing underneath.  No boxers, no briefs, no undergarments of any kind.  Just his tan, muscular thighs and a very springy, very heavy looking young cock that was growing and growing. 

I stood there for a moment, appraising the sight of him standing there butt-naked in my kitchen, his shorts around his ankles.  A flush was growing over my own cheeks.  “There you go, Joey. ”  I cooed…  “See… Just  like I said.. nothing Ol’ Carol hasn’t seen before.”  I looked him up and down, circling him… admiring him and his naked shame.   “Not that it’s not a welcome sight, hon.  Commando, eh? ”  I said, slapping his buttock lightly with my palm.    By now he was glowing bright red all over, a nervous half grimace on his face, his eyes begging me to tell him what to do now.  I saw his breath getting quicker and more shallow.  “Now hand them to me, sonny. ”  I said.   He stepped out of his shorts, bending over with his large cock swinging clumsily between his thighs and handed the shorts to me.   “C’mon on, Joey… the washer’s almost done filling up.”  

He followed me to the wash room, naked, obedient and shivering… with nervousness or cold I’m not sure, but he looked so vulnerable and sweet I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.  I began chatting about the weather and the kids, and his parents and the holidays like it was no big deal….  as tho he wasn’t standing inches away from me, naked, with a raging hard on.   The tension of the moment began to get to me too and I felt my pussy getting moist.   I carefully measured the fabric softener, separated whites and colors, checked and re-checked the dryer to see how damp the load was, to see if there was anything dry enough for poor Joey to put on.  I made sure to bend over often,  so he could see the faint outline of my labia in my sweat pants.  I wiggled my ass innocently, teasingly, bumping into him again and again, excusing myself as he got harder and more frustrated.  All the while babbling along about the weather or somesuch.  Anything to prolong the delicious torture of our situation.

“I’m sorry Joey, I thought I had something dry for you ..but it looks like you’ll have to suffer for a few more minutes..”

Suddenly, I felt Joey’s hips pushing into my rear end, his arms encircling my waist tentatively, cornering me against the washer.  “Joey!” I gasped softly….    Reflexively I ground my ass into his groin, arching my back against his chest.  “Joey..” I said again.  I felt his lips on my neck, the tip of his tongue shyly flittering on my nape, my shoulder.   My pussy began to swell with excitment and I knew what I must do.  I guided his large hands over my body with my own.  Guiding him to cup my bra-less breasts through my sweat top… guiding his hands slowly over my velour covered belly and underneath the waistband of my sweatpants…..  we stood at the washer locked together this way, his hot young breath in my ear, my plump ass grinding crazy 8′s into his cock… my hand underneath his as I caressed my clitoris, our fingers becoming wet with the juices from my freely flowing cunt. 

“That’s right Joey… Make Mama Carol feel good…”  I exhaled, turning to move my hand to his mouth as he licked and sucked the juices from my fingers and from his own.   With one powerful motion he lifted me up and sat me down on top of the washing machine, burying his face into my cleavage, gripping my hips with his hands.  I unzipped my track suit all the way, exposing my luscious breasts to full view.  Then I eagerly wiggled out of my sweat pants as he tugged them down around my knees… his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses all the way down my stomach to the top of my bush. 

And there it happened.  Sweet Little Joey, my 19 year old son’s best friend from middle school on, ate me out and fingered me to a raging climax right on top of my washing machine! I have never been licked and sucked so thoroughly before by ANYONE.  I have no idea where he learned to do what he does, but he will make somebody a terrific husband one day.  But in the meantime, he’s welcome to be Mama Carol’s special little houseboy. ANYTIME!

Carol

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It was a steamy, hot day.  Sweat covered me completely under my cotton blouse and mid-thigh skirt. I had finally begun cleaning out the basement of my new home, which was full of all manner of crap and was lugging the heavy trash bags out to the curb.  As I was struggling along with the third one, there he was, quite suddenly; shirtless, smiling and offering to help.  I had noticed him before, admiring his young, well-muscled body and handsome face as he went about half-naked in the summer heat and had made a mental note: to be explored further.  He easily hefted the trash bag I had been struggling with and brought it to the curb.  And what a gentleman: he offered to help with any others there might be.  Nasty, horny bitch that I am, I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to do that exploring and see what this young stud really had to offer.  So off we went to the basement and he promptly disposed of the other 3 bags of trash. As he was, I was practically salivating looking at the sweat glistening on his tanned skin as it highlighted his rippling muscles. I found myself wondering what was under those shorts and licking my lips. After the last bag had gone to the curb, I invited him to take a seat in the kitchen and offered him a cool drink; i was surprise he chose milk. In getting the milk carton out of the refrigerator, I made it a point to bend over far, to let him get a good look up my skirt.  I knew he was getting a perfect view…an eyeful of my big ass.  I poured a glass out for him, and speaking in a low, sexy voice, I leaned forward in such a way as to give him a better view of my deep cleavage and could feel his eyes burning on the hetfty, sweaty mounds.  He was forgetting his manners, out-and-out staring, so I decided to go for it. “Ummm, see something you like?,” I asked.  He stammered an apology and blushed, which just made him all the hotter to me. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I purred, taking his hand and putting it on my left tit. His hand squeezed firmly and he brushed his thumb roughly across my nipple, sending shivers of delight traveling through my body to blossom between my legs and manifest as spreading wetness. I shut my eyes and moaned, stepping closer to him and press my voluptuous body into his.  He buried his face between my tits and I grabbed his hair, pressing his head against me and moaning louder.  I stepped in front of him, straddling his legs and standing over him and rasped out “Get your milk right from the source.”  I pulled his head back and unbuttoned my blouse, pulling my tits free of my bra, tweaking my already hard nipples as he stared. I looked down and could see the massive bulge in his shorts. He sucked at my big tits greedily, one hand on my ass, squeezing, the other sliding up the inside of my thigh. I moaned again as his hand reached my soaked pussy, the wetness having drenched the crotch of my panties. Pulling my panties to the side, he rubbed my slippery lips and clit as he continued sucking at my nipples.  Just when I feel like it will never happen, he pushed two fingers up inside of me and I flex my knees, dropping down to push them in further.  Taking his lips off my nipple, my handsome neighbor looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and started chanting the kiddie rhyme, “Milk, milk, lemonade…I’d really like to feel some hot lemonade splashing all over me, strained through those white panties of yours, if you know what I mean.  Haha! I couldn’t believe my luck.  I’d hit the jackpot with this one…my little neighbor boy liked to play in the water…  Give me a call if you want to know how he enjoyed his “lemonade” or what happened when that dirty boy turned “the corner where fudge is made.”

SUNNY   1-888-296-6953