Brief encounters: 18> Caught by the MILF!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: After some weeks of noticing her clothes, in particular, items of lingerie, going missing, Nina Patrick, a local MILF come cougar, discovers the young pup responsible. There really is only one punishment, though...!

For the past two weeks, items of clothing have gone missing. It all started with the washing line. I put it down to the wind taking away my briefest of thongs - two of them - to begin with. When, however, the next two items, a pink thong and bra, both of which I knew I had taken from my lingerie draw and placed on the bed while I had a shower, where gone on my return, I had my suspicions.

Just over six weeks ago, a couple and their children, a girl and a boy, had moved into the vacant property that was two doors down from where I lived. They hadn't, as yet, formally introduced themselves to the neighbourhood; however, I had my suspicions that their son most certainly had.

What with the high wall surrounding my property, I enjoy sunbathing, topless, whenever the weather is hot and sunny. I'm probably the only local woman who does - go topless. Maybe he'd had an inquisitive surreptitious peek at my tanned body, my ample tits, which are a splendid 38C, as I lay sunning myself.

The thing I noticed about the two incidents was, they occurred on the same day, Tuesday. He was certainly daring, especially to have come into my house like that. I normally do the washing on Monday, but I had a dental appointment the first time and so I did the laundry on the Tuesday. That suggested to me, that he was either at college or working on other days.

I decided to set a trap, take the young pup to task. I made sure everything was locked beforehand and then took a shower as before. This time, though, I took my clothes with me. Once I was dry, I put on a towelling robe and, along with the clothes I would be wearing, went downstairs.

Having placed my skirt and black lacy bra on a writing bureau that was near the French windows, I subsequently unlocked them and pulled one back. I then, as if I'd forgotten something, still holding onto my maroon blouse and black thong, went out of the room...

Out, in my backyard, I stood and watched as he tentatively approached. Their son looked to be about 20. Curly brown hair, the sort that, on a poodle, you can't help but ruffle. He was quite tall, I observed, as he had to duck his head to step through the opening I had left.

I quickly scurried after him and waited outside. Sure enough, he reappeared, clutching my bra.

"Ahem," I uttered.

I grabbed his ear and, before marching him back inside, through the very French windows he had just gone in and out of, said, "And where do you think you're going?" emitting a scowl as I did.

He was completely speechless, more out of nerves for what I intended to do, which should have been to alert his parents, who were no doubt out. Instead, an ideal punishment, albeit a quite naughty one, came to mind.

"Sit down there," I enjoined, directing the young blue-eyed man, still holding his ear, to sit on my sofa.

"What? Why?" I vexed, having taken back my two items of clothing.

"Is it that you like dressing in women's clothes," I teased him.

"What do you take me for, lady?"

‘It speaks,' I noted.

"Right, now, I'm not sure. Maybe you can help me find out," I said, and then undid the sash on my robe, which I let fall open.

"I need to get dressed. Maybe, if you're up to it, you can help," I intoned. "Don't dwell on it too long, though," I was quick to add.

He was clearly nervous, at both my nakedness and what I had instructed him to do, more so, than when I had just then caught him.

"What's your name?" I enquired, as I shrugged the towelling robe from my shoulders and felt it slide down my arms and off, the soft material, warmed by my body, catching the backs of my lower legs as it fell.

"Raymond...Raymond Blake," he intoned, sheepishly.

"Well, Mr Blake, my name is, Nina. You've been a very naughty boy - I'm waiting," I said, urging him to his punishment, which was more of a tease in some respects.

"Uh-uh, panties first," I told Blake, when he went to take my bra.

"So, tell me, Raymond, why did you feel the need to take my clothes, in particular?" I asked of my neighbour's son, as he, having taken up my black thong, lowered it towards my slippered feet, which I removed from each before stepping into the leg holes of my panties.

"You're quite..." Blake uttered.

His breathing was long and deep. ‘Was he,' I thought to myself, not fully realising the extent of my invitation.

"You like the smell of pussy, then, I take it," I intoned, extending my hand as I bent forward to ruffle and grasp Blake's hair, holding him off my second most prized jewel as he drew up the narrow waistband on either side.

"Would you like to kiss it, lick it, even, taste my wet cunt, slide your tongue all around and inside it," I teased, flexing my hips back and then forward, letting him smell what awaited his thus far adventurous undertaking.

"Please," he said, I wanted him to beg for it, though.

"More conviction. You need to convince me you're worthy of worshipping my cunt," I almost cooed, my voice husky all the same.

"Dress me, first, then you can show me how much of a man you actually are," I ordered of him, and then watched as he drew the gusset of my thong up onto my hips, covering my lightly groomed pussy and concealing it from his view.

Having released Blake's hair with a light ruffle of his curls, I remained leant forward, offering him my tits to admire. With my thus far behaviour, though, my nipples were their hard horny state, I couldn't help but notice, as I observed the young man tackle with a bra.

It was intentionally strapless, that meant he had to reach up and around me, his face buffeting my firm breasts as he struggled with the single clip. "You okay there; don't want you suffocating," I intoned, doing my best not to sound mordant.

"Well done," I chimed, when I felt the slack taken up, only to notice a flinch, followed by several more, in Blake's jeans, which weren't so tight that they revealed the outline of his hard-on. ‘How sweet, cute, even,' I thought. It had been quite some while since I was last desired. All of two years. Too long for my liking. As he drew back his hands, though, I urged them to mould to my tits and feel how full they were.

"You like those, like how they looked in the sun," I crooned.

Blake's hands were quite soft while his caresses were notably manly. I must say, I found them arousing, especially when he managed to flick each hard nipple with his thumbs. I bit my lip to stifle my moans of pleasure before directing him to take up my blouse and stand up.

He towered me by a good head height. Blake moved around me as I offered each arm for him to slide the nylon material up and along. He was more calm, I noticed. Any remaining nerves dispelled as he confidently took up each button and popped it through a hole.

"Maybe ‘I' should put my skirt on, young man. I don't want you getting the wrong idea about me," I teased, leaving it where it was as I drew both Blake and his maleness towards me, feeling his firm length against that of my abdomen along with its warmth.

His breathing was even more deep as he gazed into my hazel eyes. I took his limp hands and guided them onto my shapely ass, urging the young Blake to hold me against him. As he did, it seemed that the warmth he was generating melted the very lace of my thong clear away. Our eyes grew closer, my lips moistened of their own accord and I felt his warm breath brush each florid cheek.

When his warm mouth soon touched mine, I melted into his embrace and moved my hands onto his firm shoulders. I ground my pussy into Blake's hard-on as he slipped his warm welcome tongue between my lips. We tussled, franticly, for a while before I let him demonstrate how he would tantalise my pussy, which had become quite wet, despite the heat it continued to feel.

"Are you a MILF?" he questioned, finally completing his earlier assertion, I noticed.

I'd heard the term before. Yes, I knew what it meant, alright. Each letter stood for a word, the last one quite erotic and sexy. ‘Fuck'. In particular, it referred to women my age, women old enough to have had children - Mother's being the first word.

"Quite clearly," I began, nudging his hard-on and emitting a sigh when I did, "you're more than equipped to find out, Blakey boy," I teased. "But first, we need to do something about the swelling in your pants. That okay with you!" I intoned.

He nodded agreeably and gave me a warm, welcome smile as he relaxed his hold on my buttocks. I then began to slowly squat down, my hands moving lower over his upper body and feeling both its warmth and firmness as I did. When I got to the waistband of his jeans, I gazed up at him as my hands went to work on his belt, button and zip. A woman my age, barely out of her 20's, has little need to see what she's doing, and, in no time at all, I had Blake's jeans and Jockey's around his shins.

Even as I drew them down, I felt the warmth his cockhead was generating. Then, with my hands around its bulging girth, I noticed how hot it was; hot for me, in fact. That drove me on, and, still gazing up at him, I lowered my body some more until I was knelt on my haunches; my lips just below the glans of his perfectly angled shaft. I kissed the head, to begin with - just the once. I then, having parted my lips, smooched on the bulbous crown while flicking my tongue tip across, back and forth, of the eye, one that, given time and after a hopeful studly fuck from Raymond, would produce his warm love seed; his deliciously creamy hot sticky spunk!

Releasing him from my mouth, momentarily, I extended my tongue some more and glided the warm moist tip around the head as I worked the skin of his shaft up and then let my hands rest before doing it again. Sure enough, my efforts, as always, were rewarded when a bubble of his pre-cum oozed from the eye. Missing not a beat or flick, I gathered it up and soon tasted him. Ray's cum was sweet more than salty, I noticed, as I continued licking the turgid mushroom head, while my hand motions had become casual and relaxed.

For my next bout of attention, I held Blake's erection vertical and against his abdomen - the head resting just below his naval. Starting from his tight balls, which I sucked on and licked for a few long moments, I then slid my tongue tip along and up the underside of his shaft, dithering tantalisingly when I came in contact with a man's sensitive area just below the helmet; the rim of the crown. That caused Raymond to let out a pleasured sigh and groan and so I did it some more.

"Oh yeah, yes, lovely," he presently lauded my proficiency at cock sucking, although, and since I wasn't, actually sucking him, that is, it was more of a tease building up to that.

"You like that, like the way I worship your cock," I intoned, huskily, before returning to the job very much in hand, especially when I cradled his firm warm shaft in my left one and then slid my tongue back and forth along each side in turn.

With Blake's cock suspended between us, the head once more between my lips, which sucked on his firmness while drawing it marginally back and forth, I soon had my blouse unbuttoned and my bra undone. Having drooled some saliva between my 38C's, I raised myself up and let Raymond's shaft plop between my heaving tits with a delicate slap. I liked it so much, that I did it a couple of times more, before pressing my mounds close and encasing him with my interlaced fingers.

I dare say it was his first time fucking a woman's tits, and so, with my lips open in readiness to catch his bulging glans, I motioned myself down and up a few times before Blake got into the swing of things, his hips soon rocking up and down and his cockhead popping in and out of my downturned open mouth.

"You want me to cum, is that it," he said, an indication that he was close to doing so.

"Please," I managed to say, before I got another mouthful of his young firm dick.

It took, in all, three more hard, purposeful swings of Ray's hips and he was releasing his warm creamy cum, flooding my mouth with its welcome presence as he pumped himself back and forth. ‘Way to go, Ray, way—to—fucking—go,' I enthralled, as I sucked, milked, and swallowed his hot sticky love juice; well, it was certainly lovely after all the time without.

When I released him from my grip and lips, there was a notable, confident fire in his eyes. His dick had receded, so there was no question of him fucking me just yet; least, not with his cock. Raymond hauled me up and took me into his arms. As well as being just 5'7", in my shoes, I was quite svelte, despite my shapely ass and tits.

"Bedroom," he said, and with that, I directed the youth I had earlier caught taking my underwear, and who I had let cum in my mouth, towards the hall and subsequently the stairs.

Having set me down on the bed, Ray still dressed, his cock put away, for the time being, he undid the remainder of my buttons and then relieved me of both my bra and chemise. ‘You've got lovely tits,' he indicated.

"Just, lovely," I questioned, as I drew him closer, enough to, not just appreciate their ampleness, but to get to know them; this time with his lips and mouth.

"Spectacular!" he proffered. It did alright for Teri Hatcher in an episode of Seinfeld, and so I had no cause to complain, especially when Blake cupped them, softly.

"You can be a bit harder," I urged; whereupon, and shortly thereafter, he was kneading each one and once more flicking the hard nipple that rose above with his thumb and drawing a sigh and gasp from my lips each time.

With my left teat presently in his mouth, Blake sucked my warm mound while licking and flicking the stout nipple. Yet more pleasured sighs escaped my lips, while Raymond, having drawn himself back, enough that he held the cherry bud between his lips, sucked on it for some long pleasurable moments.

"You'll make me cum, if you keep that up," I told Blake, only for him to stop and lay me down on the bed, my head resting on the pillow.

I fixed him with a concerned glare, one that changed to wanton desire when he moved across to my right breast and repeated the same attentiveness. I subsequently felt his free hand move down my body and come to rest on my heated pussy. My legs parted on impulse when his curled fingers cupped my mound and then lightly stroked my pussy lips.

"That, oh yes, emn, that'll definitely make me cum," I urged his united actions; sucking my teat, rolling the other and all while his long firm finger stroked my cleft.

When two fingers moved with designed urgency, I felt the lace separate my lips and bite into the wet crease. Shockwaves of pleasure rippled through me when I came. Somehow, Raymond had managed to draw the gusset into a narrow strip and had a pair of fingers either side while still close together. Needless to say, they, all four, were soon feeling how wet he'd just made me while his thumb, far from idle, stroked my sheathed clit.

"God, yes, fuck, fuck me. You want more, huh, not, oh yes, just stealing my panties, hurmn, you want to, oh my god, get inside them, engh," I moaned, as another euphoric wave rolled up and over me.

Ray was more than just good, I quickly realised, despite his underwear fetish. He certainly knew what a real woman such as I wanted and there was more. Having released my rosy red nipple, I found myself knelt up on the bed and with Blake, likewise, beside me. He then grasped the back of my lacy thong with one hand and the still gathered up front with the other. He then moved his mouth to mine and kissed me while he began a back and forth sawing action, causing the moist lace material to bite into my deliciously wet and sensitive cunt!

I presently found myself on my arms and knees with Ray knelt behind me. He then slowly peeled my thong from me and drew it down to my knees. I next felt his warm breath on me as he moved closer, kissing each ass cheek several times before making his way across and, to my surprise, to my lovely clean asshole, which he teased with his tongue while massaging the inner folds of my pussy with all four fingers of his right hand and stroking my engorged clit with those of the other.

"Oh yes, emn, fuck, yes, fuck me, huh, fuck me, you lovely stud," I impelled him, my hips moving gyrating and flexing on his fingers while my outstretched hand rested in his brown curls.

"Is that lovely big cock of yours hard? I bet it is," I crooned, having Blake yet again brought me off. Moments later, his fingers were replaced by a solid length of warm pulsating flesh, which slid into my aching needy pussy with such ease.

"Oh yes, just there," I intoned, holding him in place as I relished the feeling of being full of cock, his cock.

"Stay still, just like that, Blake, let me, oh yes, let me fuck myself on your divine manliness," I moaned, as I rocked back and forth. Slowly, to begin with, feeling ripples of pleasure cascade through my body and light several fires inside my head before going that bit faster and with more urgency; urging yet another climax to soon overcome me.

I remained still, feeling the sensations spasm, spiral and spread throughout my horny body like a slut on heat. When it was over, when I'd composed myself, I decided on a fitting punishment, such as it was, for Blake junior.

Lead down, but with my upper body propped up on the pillow and headboard, that way I could watch, I drew him closer. ‘For your final task, before I let you fuck me, I want you to eat my pussy. Lick it out. Taste me cunt. Then, when you've made me cum, I want you to lift my legs onto your shoulders and ram that hard cock of yours deep inside me. Ram it as hard as you can, mind,' I directed him, and then urged his head between my bent knees and out turned thighs.

Watching Blake, as he took to his task, I cupped each breast and was soon rolling and pulling each engorged nipple. It wasn't long before I was moaning, sighing and crying out my pleasure. Thereafter, urging him to fuck me with his tongue as my climax took a hold.

My body was on fire, only another shot of Ray's creamy essence would cool me down. I grasped him under each side of his chin and drew Blake over me, moving my legs up and into position for him.

"God, I need this so bad, I need you so bad. Is that naughty, selfish of me," I swooned, my hands holding myself open for him to penetrate me deeply, to my core, almost, and if he could.

Ray gave it a shot, his firm thick length thrusting into me. They call this the ‘fuck me' position and it's easy to see why, as, for the next 10 minutes, until he came, Ray fucked his length into me. Each firm thrust expelled my breath and a heated moan from my lips.

"You're gonna cum," I eventually said, sensing his balls tighten against me even more.

"I'm such a dirty slut, Ray, letting you defile my body with your lovely hard cock," I said, wanting him to peak at just the right moment.

"This slut, she wants you to cum on her. Cover her face and body with your thick white creamy spunk," I exclaimed, taking even me by surprise. It was out, said, done and, well...

That did it. My legs slid back down as Blake withdrew himself and was soon knelt up beside me. I rolled my offside nipple and stroked my clit; I wasn't far off my final climax, either. It surfed through me just as I felt the first warm splash hit my abandoned tit. Blake then grasped his cock, holding back the remainder as he moved his lengthy hose towards my part open mouth.

The sheer strength of his second emission streaked his warm sticky essence up my face. I felt it splash as far up as my hair while the tail landed in the well of my neck. Two more followed and equally covered me before I took him back into my mouth. I then sucked every morsel of cum from Ray's cock and balls. I still hadn't discovered the why he took my panties, I realised, but the punishment more than matched his little misdemeanour.

"I do believe I need another shower," I intoned.

"You're welcome to join me," I lilted, and he did.

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