Firstly, let me apologise for the 1 week delay in submitting this story. I recently moved home and was without internet access for 10 days.
Although this is story 7 of the 'Art of seduction' series, the 6th story will be published next week.
Also, look out for the free preview chapter of 'Bad Teachers' at the end of this story.
Long before the divorce was final, during the separation period, in fact, Heather Jacobs found herself attracted to Angie Davidson's son, Raymond.
Heather and she grew up together and even went to the same high school. Back then, they were both sexually adventurous for their age, even going so far as to share the occasional boy and compare notes. That closeness continued to the present, and it was on those odd occasions when Angie's son was at home that Heather would get butterflies in her stomach.
Of course, she was married and he was young, 16, when Heather first noticed her body and mind respond to him. 6 feet tall, close cropped dusty blonde hair and quite fit from weight exercise was Raymond. Now, though, he was 18, very much into computers while keeping up his fitness level and had a casual girlfriend.
It was a week ago that Heather called around to Angie for a morning coffee and a chat, both to tell her about the finalisation of the divorce (Alex cheating on her) and, hopefully with her son around, a problem she was having with her PC.
"If I need to set the DVD to record a programme, I have to get Raymond to do it," Angie rejoined, to her friend's dilemma.
"He's tried showing me how to use his but it's a complete other world." Whereas Heather set her sights on secretarial studies and subsequently married her boss, Angie studied to become a teacher and got pregnant with Raymond shortly after completing her college course.
Rather than make Angie feel any more inadequate, Heather changed the subject. "So, how are you and Trevor getting along?" what with Raymond being their only child and grown up, and all, Trevor had brought up the subject of having another, and at Angie's age of 38.
"He still keeps asking me. I mean, my age," she rejoined, only to realise that Heather and Alex hadn't gotten around to having children.
"Do you think you'll ever have any," she said, in an attempt to soften things.
"It's not something we worried about. We discussed it, early on, and both decided to put it off until later."
"Then," Angie intimated.
"Yeah, then." He cheating and putting more than just a spanner in that plan.
Just then, a yawn from across the morning room caused Heather's concentration to turn towards where the sound had emanated from.
"Morning, Raymond," Angie greeted her son, her back to him as he strolled across the tiled floor and went to the coffee machine.
As he did, Heather's eyes couldn't help but follow. Noticing this, Angie turned to see...!
He'd, of course, just gotten out of bed. Yet to use the bathroom, Raymond had what is commonly known as ‘morning pride'; a partial hard-on.
"Raymond!" Angie exclaimed. "We've a guest," she informed him.
"Sorry! Sorry, Mrs Jacobs," he apologised, the realisation waking him up with an almost shock.
As he quickly turned and went to take care of his embarrassment, Heather called, "It's Ms—Adams." That being her maiden name, which, after the divorce, was once more the case.
"Sorry about that," Angie, likewise, apologised for her son's oversight.
"That's fine, think nothing of it. I take it he's got a girlfriend; a fine young man like that," Heather said, all the while managing not to let Angie notice her inner fondness for her son.
Some 10 minutes later, Raymond returned, suitably dressed for company.
"Heather was saying something about her PC not working earlier. Do you think you can have a look at it for her," his mom suggested more than asked.
"It'll save me having to pay for what's no doubt something silly on my part; not that I don't mind treating you for your help," Heather was quick to add.
"Sure. Let me just have breakfast and I'll have a look at it for you," he intoned, before taking a refreshing gulp of his freshly made coffee.
"Can't it wait until later," Angie rejoined, knowing that Heather had called around before going shopping.
"I've got football practice, mom, remember, I told you last week."
"I seem to recall you mentioning something."
"Anything to do with sport and my mind turns off," she told Heather, even though they both bedded their high school's star quarterback.
"That's okay. The sooner I can get it looked at the more at ease I'll feel," Heather intoned.
30 minutes later, and with Raymond sat on the passenger seat of her silver grey Audi, Heather pulled up to the kerb outside her home; a flat. Although she got a quite financially rewarding settlement from the divorce, there was no reason to stay in a three bedroom town house.
"This is new," Raymond intoned, as he unbuckled his safety belt and subsequently got out. Having taken herself from the car, also, Heather closed her door and immediately activated the locking system with her electronic key.
"If only everything were that simple," she exclaimed, having the beep and locks sounded.
Still holding her keys, Heather ushered Raymond ahead of her as she held the gate open. She then, as he walked along the gravel path, eyed his butt in his tight fitting jeans, though not as obvious as the way men eye up a woman's tits and ass.
‘So, you've got a girlfriend,' Heather mused to herself, before he shortly stopped. Moments later, having caught Raymond up, she unlocked the front door to her downstairs flat.
"It's in here," Heather told him, having strolled through the lounge and put her keys and purse on the coffee table before continuing to her bedroom.
"I've got it set up next to my wardrobe," Heather informed Angie's son, as she held the door open for him. Her bed, a double, made up from yet another night alone.
"The base unit's evidently working," he informed Heather; noted by the blinking light.
"I can't get an image, though," she told him.
"Could be the monitor, then."
"Nope, the lights on," Raymond said, having he pressed the on button and waited for the image, which, as Heather had indicated, didn't appear.
"It might be a software loading problem. What's the OS," he enquired.
Not getting a reply from Heather, not that she was, sat on the bottom of her bed, otherwise distracted, Raymond indicated, ‘the Operating system.' Which version of Windows it was.
"Seven," she, immediately, replied.
"I see, so it's relatively new," he mulled aloud - the current one being Windows eight.
"All the same, Ms..."
"Call me Heather, after all, you are my best friend's son," she was quick to point out.
"There should still be an image of some sort, Heather," he informed her, before checking the connections on the base unit.
"Everything appears to be correct there, even the monitor's tightly screwed," he noticed, while Heather took that differently. It had been quite a while since she was last screwed; tightly or otherwise.
As Raymond turned his attention to the monitor itself, Heather rose, expectantly, from the bed and moved a step closer. What had made her react like that, you're no doubt asking yourself...!
"I think, yes, I see what the problem could be," Raymond announced, assuredly, and then tightened the left screw.
"Now, let's try," he exclaimed, confidently, and with that, Raymond pressed the monitor's on button.
Seconds later, an image appeared. A woman was sucking a big cock as a prelude to what had been playing on repeat in ‘Media player'. Had Heather intentionally set the image and problem up? If she had, Raymond was slow to realise, if at all.
"You like this sort of thing," he said.
"Women, especially single and divorced one's like myself, enjoy porn, and for the same reasons as you no doubt do," she rejoined, and with a husky almost low and seductive tone.
"Me! Whatever makes you think that?" exclaimed Raymond, just about managing to control his sheepishness at her suggestion.
"Where else are you going to find out about sex and how to pleasure a woman? Certainly not from what was taught at school, and I gather from your talks with your mom it hasn't changed; right!" Heather intoned, persuasively, as she moved ever closer to the object of her attraction.
"So what, you...!" he rejoined, only going so far as to intimate her masturbating while stopping short of actually saying it.
"Even now my pussies wet and my clit's aroused," she cooed.
"Steady on, Heather, I've got a girlfriend."
"A casual one, your mom mentioned. Wouldn't you like to feel what it's like with an, and I can't believe I'm saying this, older woman."
"I wouldn't call you older. Definitely horny but certainly not old."
"Why don't you go out, meet someone your own age," Raymond suggested, only for Heather to rest her hands on his firm shoulders, gaze into his sparkly blue eyes and indicate, ‘I prefer younger men, one's, like you. Would it offend you to know that I've been attracted to you for the past 18 months.'
What with their height difference, Raymond's 6 foot to that of Heather's 5'2" and even in her two inch heels, he was too tall to sneak a quick kiss and see where that would lead - the bed behind them, Heather was hoping.
"That! I didn't know," he replied, not so much what he said, but the tone with which it was delivered, seemingly giving Heather hope, which she subsequently pursued.
"This morning, when you...!"
"Sorry about that," he, again, apologised.
"That's okay, I find it highly commendable. A nice hard cock in the morning; a wakening fuck on one after I've had my mouth around it. I miss that most of all," Heather cooed, ever more seductively, and subsequently felt her reward, Raymond's hard-on, flinch her pleated check skirt. In response, Heather's nipples, likewise, hardened against her white synthetic wool-like v-neck long sleeve jumper while her clit rubbed against her black lacy thong, which had become increasingly moist by the minute.
"All the same, Ms Adams," exclaimed Raymond, addressing her by her maiden name and not Heather.
"All the same! What's that?" she exclaimed, and indicated with a push of her hips against his hard cock, one that was quite thick Heather noticed before drawing back aways.
Not giving him a chance to come up with an excuse, she moved her cupped right hand to feel the magnitude and warmth of his erection.
"Hey! No! Besides, you're my mom's friend," Raymond responded, and motioned his hips back.
Not one to give up, especially with a hard-on like Raymond was keeping covered, Heather moved her left hand to that of his right triceps and, this time, having again placed her hand on the outline of his cock, massaged it affectionately.
"So, your mom and not your girlfriend," Heather crooned.
This time there was no sudden withdrawal from what she was doing; Heather knowing just how to get a man's attention and, in Raymond's case, urge his cock to swell even more.
"Come on, you'll make me...!"
"Cum!" she finished his reluctant sentence, and then moved her hands to undo the button and zip of Raymond's jeans, just as the woman on the monitor was lanced by a hard cock.
Close-up, Raymond's was big while the head showed signs of that which seeps from an aroused cock. Because of their height difference, Heather had to squat in front of Raymond to lick around the glans.
"You're naughty."
"I know. I'm horny, too," she replied, before sucking on the head and slowly drawing more of his erection into her mouth and between her lips; Heather's hand acting as a buffer, because of its thickness and length - more than that of her forearm it was.
After several minutes of him letting her suck his dick, Raymond, his cock now reasonably moist, grasped Heather's sides, pulled her up - high in the air, almost - gestured for Heather to put her arms around his neck and then, moving his left hand under her small round butt, lowered Heather onto his raging hard-on.
"Fuck, Christ! It's fucking big, and my cunt's fucking tight. Fuck me, Raymond, fuck me with your big hard cock," she appealed, only for him to walk them over to the end of the bed - Heather, more than Raymond, bouncing herself up and down his hard erection.
‘Oh fuck! Is he really going to give it to me laid like this,' she wondered, as Raymond, his cock still deep inside her, removed his top and displayed his six-pack.
Having he done so, the young man withdrew his cum slick cock from Heather. With his hands around her thighs, Raymond drew Heather closer to the end and subsequently flipped her skirt up, thereby giving her every indication that was his intention. When he hooked his thumbs around the narrow waist of Heather's thong, she was left in no doubt, that was, until he directed her bent knees apart and lowered his partially tanned face between them.
"You don't have to. I'm wet enough as it is," she intoned.
"I know, but I don't want you thinking I just want to fuck you and get it over with," he rejoined, before disappearing his head from Heather's view, even though she was momentarily slightly propped up on her elbows.
"What about your football practice," she enquired, before emitting a low deep moan in response to feeling his warm breath as he opened his mouth to extend his tongue.
"That's not for another two hours. You're shaved!" he noticed, before planting his tongue at the base of Heather's weeping slit and slowly drawing it up. As he did, he gathered up her permeating juices.
"I'll drive you," she said, wanting to have as much time with what he was pleasurably doing in addition to getting purposefully fucked for the first time in three months. Sure, there had been a few attempts at being a single woman before the divorce was finalised, but none of those came close to what Raymond was subsequently giving her.
"Stroke my clit for me, suck it, also," she subtly enjoined, as a fulfilling climax began to percolate deep inside her.
"Fuck, emn more, like that, yes, like that. Oh my God, oh yes, more baby, like that, like—fucking that," Heather cried out, just before her body went into climatic spasm and with Raymond keeping up his attentiveness; both to her pussy, which he was pleasurably massaging while his tongue danced along the sheathed stalk of her clit. As if that wasn't enough, as she came down and her body composed itself for the next rush, he slid his left hand underneath Heather's jumper and soon had his fingers on her right breast and nipple.
"Emn, you're good. Do you give your girlfriend this amount of attention," Heather enquired, her hand loosely enmeshed in his hair, more as a means to sit part way up than to school him, something he clearly had little need of.
"Not as much as you. She's younger, and naive when it comes to sex, she wont even go near my knob with her mouth," Raymond rejoined, before returning to pleasuring Heather.
"You, yes, just like that. You asked why I was shaved," she eventually got to his question.
"Most women, girls tend to be nowadays," Heather informed him, as another climax welled up inside her.
"Mind if I turn over for you, got on my knees at least," she purred.
"Okay, you'll be able to suck my cock," Raymond intoned.
"Would you like me to," Heather crooned, she being the one to initiate it earlier and taking him almost by surprise.
"If you want to." ‘Oh I want to, I so want you to cum for me also,' her ‘naughty' mind responded, as she rolled over and invited Raymond to lay on the bed.
"Don't get too eager, in fact, don't, at all. Let me suck down it for you, it's a bit big for my throat," Heather informed him, as she held his cock aloft; her hand once more acting as a buffer.
"One thing, Raymond!"
"Yes."
"I want you to give me your cum - no holding back, okay," Heather appealed to him; after which, she once more slid her warm moist tongue around the velvety glans of Raymond's cock and up and down the sides, before sucking on the head and angling it towards her open mouth.
"I take it, she, your casual girlfriend, doesn't...swallow your cum. No, I suppose not," Heather answered her own question, as Raymond dined on her wet and horny pussy.
"You can tease my ass if you want." ‘She definitely wouldn't let you do that.'
There was now, save for the noise of their low moans and mouth play, a dull silence, one that was punctuated, every so often, by yelps of pleasure from Heather.
Sensing that Raymond was almost there, she braced her hands on the mattress and bobbed her head up and down as much of his erection as she felt comfortable to take and even continued as he erupted his warm sticky cum juice in her mouth.
"Ermn, erm," she moaned, while Raymond let out manly high pitched groans as he came.
"Lovely. Usually, I like to do that first, then, oh yes, more, keep that up for me, Raymond, while Alex went down on me, he'd regain his hard-on...with some assistance from me," Heather elucidated, as she lay with her upper body inclined, her hand stroking Raymond's almost flaccid cock.
"Oh yes, I didn't think you would," exclaimed Heather, when she felt his tongue trail up to her anus.
"Just your fingers, your cock's lovely, Raymond, but it's too fucking big to go up my ass," Heather told him, as she felt his index finger break the surface of her puckered colon.
"It's okay, I wasn't contemplating to," he assured her, before adding a second and then a third to the mix.
A cock like Raymond's would no doubt split her in two; metaphorically speaking. All the same, it had been a while since Heather last got her tight, and now quite tight, anus reamed. She'd expected him, at his young man's age, to be less proportioned. Heather certainly wasn't ready for what she discovered when she'd freed the beast that it was.
As his cock showed signs of life, Heather kissed it and then trailed her tongue down the length of his shaft as she cradled it in her hand. When she reached his humid ball sac, her tongue teased each cum filled egg in turn. That had the effect that Heather desired, and with some slow loose stroking, he was once more hard.
Turned around on him, Heather guided the swollen head of Raymond's cock between her spread knelt thighs and that of her almost dripping wet cunt lips. With his firm shaft once more inside her, she gestured Raymond to offer her his hands, which she entwined her fingers in his.
Fully upright, and holding onto him, Heather slowly raised herself up his glorious column and just as slowly slid herself down it.
"Emn, your cock's lovely, Raymond, I don't want this to end, I want to fuck myself on it and...oh fuck!" she exclaimed, as her body rippled from a most glorious climax.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you," she told him, and with that, Heather, her fingers still interlocked with his, leant forward and began riding his cock with a degree of determination.
Jenny, his girlfriend, wasn't like that, indeed, quite the opposite; Raymond being the one to suggest or guide her into a different position. ‘Heather certainly was a mature woman, especially when it came to sex,' he realised. She also wasn't put off by the fact that he had a girlfriend, if only a casual one at that.
"You like my cock in you," he said.
"Too fucking right, I do," she gasped, after yet another climax.
"On all fours, then," he said, exercising some control.
"Well, you changed your tune from earlier. Right away, big boy," Heather rejoined, as she took her very dowsed pussy from around his cock.
"Let me clean it for you first," she cooed, and then covered the head with her mouth followed by most of his shaft. This time, there was no hand, no buffer as she diligently licked and sucked Raymond's cum-slick shaft.
"There you go," she smiled, job done, before kneeling upright. Once Raymond had gotten off the bed, Heather asked if he wanted her a specific way. He did, directly facing the monitor where the girl was getting her ass fucked by a big cock.
Gazing at the screen as Raymond approached Heather and knelt between her legs, the cock looked big as it slid into the girl's tight asshole.
"Emn, I want, I want you to tease me with it. You probably think I'm a slut for wanting and seducing you," Heather appealed to him, as the cock on the screen was slowly withdrawn and then fiercely thrust into the girl's tight open asshole. There was no sound. Heather hadn't connected the speakers to the PC for obvious reasons.
"Emn, yes, make me wet for you," she intoned, while her mind imagined what the girl was crying out: ‘Yes, like that, fuck my ass, fuck it hard, don't stop fucking it, even when I cum. Oh yeah, more, harder, ram your cock up me, right in my ass, my tight little fucking asshole,'.
"God, your cock's so fucking lovely, Raymond," extolled Heather, her hands grasping the rolled up coverall, enough that her knuckles were white, as he, in turn, grasped her hips and ploughed his ‘lovely' hard cock deep into Heather's dowsed pussy.
No sooner had Raymond made her cum, than she found herself laid on her left side. He then drew up her right leg so that it was in a sitting position and then knelt either side of her left leg. This was quite a new position for Heather. One she found more than welcome when, having the young man slid his cum slick cock into her horny pussy, Raymond raised her right leg, moved his right hand to stroke her clit and, most importantly, lowered his mouth and lips towards hers.
Since her earlier desire to engage her lips with his, something their disproportionate height had prevented, the situation more than the opportunity while they had been in linked congress, hadn't arisen.
‘Emn, maybe I could get a buttplug, open myself up for him with that,' Heather's mind wandered, as she melted from his kiss and the otherwise combined attention he was giving her; Raymond's left hand now on her right breast.
"Fuck me, do it, do it hard. Oh yes, more, again, keep stroking my clit, fuck, yes, kiss me, make me cum," Heather responded, and in fits, to each different sensation, until her body succumbed to one more final fulfilling orgasm.
"I'm, well, but you're," she hinted, Raymond still being hard and not yet having cum for a second time, and with just enough to have a shower, get dressed and drive him to his football practice.
"Let's have a shower, together," she added.
Not longer afterwards, and knelt in the spacious cubicle, Heather was sucking his cock as the water cascaded down from Raymond's bowed head. He hadn't seen a girl suck his cock off before. When Heather had done it earlier, they were in a 69 position. Far from her being remotely anything like a slut, his mom's long time friend looked every bit a real woman as she motioned her lips encouragingly along his firm shaft; the water providing added lubrication as it dripped on his yielding length.
When she sensed he was ready, Heather withdrew her mouth and sucked the head as she stroked his shaft encouragingly; she didn't have long to wait. Mere moments later, as his warm sticky spunk shot up into the air, fountain like, it mingled with the shower water and cascaded on her upturned face. ‘Even now, she looks a pretty picture of womanhood,' Raymond thought to himself, before reaching down with his hands and helping Heather up.
"I could always skip practice, phone and say I'm not well."
"What about my shopping, it's the weekend?"
"Order in, my treat," he said, as he soaped her body and breasts.
"That was my suggestion for you fixing my computer," she reminded him.
"It didn't really need it, now did it," he teased.
"No, but you took care of me and that was better," she thanked Raymond, just as he smoothed his hand over her belly and edged it towards Heather's moist and once more revitalised horny mound.
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