(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Misty was standing in front of her living room window, watching the new people move into the house next door. From what she could see they appeared to be a nice couple, and if they could afford to live in this neighborhood then they were well off financially. She hadn’t seen any children in the short time she’d been watching, and because of their age Misty figured if they had any children they’d be teenagers. A few minutes later a red Dodge Challenger pulled up and parked in front of the house, and a teenaged boy got out.

A very handsome, very hot, very fuckable teenaged boy.

“He’s got a driver’s license, so that means he’s at least sixteen, which makes him legal,” Misty said to herself, one side of her mouth turning up in a smile.

Misty was a cougar, a woman who preferred younger men as lovers, but with Misty it was a little more than that. Not only did she prefer much younger men (she was 48), but she also preferred them to be no more than 22 years old at the most. And the younger the better, with 16 being her cutoff age since it was the age of consent in her state. She had no desire to go to prison, so she made sure to be careful about the age of her lovers when they were teenagers. She had also found that the younger the lover the more stamina he had, and the more open they were to experimentation and learning new things when it came to have sex with a woman.

And Misty was a willing teacher. She absolutely loved teaching boys in their late teens all about sex and how to please a woman, and the more she watched the teenaged boy next door the more she wanted to make him her next student.

Misty watched as the young man walked over to the woman standing in front of the house and hugged her, which told Misty that he was their son. Then he went into the house, and when he didn’t come out after a few minutes Misty turned and walked over to the couch, sitting down and crossing her legs, her hands folded in her lap. She was already scheming on how to get her hands on him, and was frustrated when nothing came to mind right away.

“Well, I’ll think of something. I always do,” she said to herself, getting up from the couch to get a drink out of the refrigerator.

She kept an eye on her new neighbors for the next few days, wanting to see if there was a time when the boy would be in the house alone. It didn’t take her long to see the pattern develop; the parents both worked, with the father leaving the house at 8:00AM and the mother leaving shortly after that. The boy left at the same time as his mom, and he was the first to get home in the afternoon. He’d get home from school a little after 3:30 in the afternoon, and the first thing he’d do was check the mail. Then he’d go into the house and stay there until his parents got home from work, which was usually no earlier than 5:30PM. That gave her a little less than two hours to have her fun with him, and that was plenty of time.

It was when she saw him checking the mail that the idea on how to get him alone in the house with her hit her, and the more she thought about it the more she knew it would work.

“Yes, that will work, I think,” she said to herself, a smile creeping across her face. “That will work just fine!”

She put her plan into action the next day. As soon as the mailman had made his rounds for the day she walked over to their mailbox and put some of her mail in it, making it look as if the mailman had misdelivered some letters. Then she went back into her house to get ready; it was already a little past two, and the object of her desire would be getting home in about an hour and a half.

She took a shower and shaved her pussy, making sure that it was baby smooth. Then she put on some light makeup, being careful not to overdo it.

Before she got dressed she looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, liking what she saw. For a woman her age she had a spectacular body, something of which she was justifiably proud. She worked hard at keeping her figure, going to the gym and to yoga classes on a regular basis. She had deep green eyes and long, flowing red hair that came down to the middle of her back. Her cheekbones were high, her nose small, and her lips soft and full. Her breasts were big, very big, rounded and full, standing out from her chest proudly with only a little sag despite their weight and size. They were capped with perfectly shaped nipples the size of pencil erasers that were almost always erect, surrounded by small, perfectly shaped areola that were just a little darker than her skin.

Her stomach was flat and her waist tapered, flaring out to womanly hips with just the right amount of padding on them. Her legs were long and shapely, leading up to a firm, rounded ass that some men had said was the most spectacular ass they’d ever seen. More than one of her lovers had compared her to the cartoon character Jessica Rabbit, in both her face and especially her body. She loved the character and thought Jessica was sexy as hell, so she took that as a compliment.

Last but certainly not least, her pussy was still as tight as a teenaged girl’s thanks to never having had children. The two things Misty had decided a long time ago was that she never wanted to get married, and she didn’t want children. Some women – and men as well – looked down on her for that, but she didn’t care. It was her life and she was going to live it the way she wanted, and being married and/or having children wasn’t what she wanted.

Next she put on her favorite lingerie, what she called her ‘fuck me’ lingerie, consisting of a black pushup bra with gold flowered embroidery on the cups and a matching pair of thong panties. After that came a gold silk sleeveless blouse that had a scoop neckline and was very form-fitting, followed by a pair of equally form-fitting black chino pants. She completed her outfit with a pair of plain black flats. She was already tall, standing 5’10” in her bare feet, so she didn’t wear heels lest she tower over her intended lover and intimidate him too much.

And she was going to intimidate him, make no mistake. Misty was very aggressive when it came to men and sex, always in control both in and out of bed. Once she was fully dressed she looked at her reflection in the mirror again, smiling with pleasure at what she saw. But there was one thing more that she needed, one thing missing, and she knew exactly what it was. As the final touch she put on a black cloth choker, fastening it behind her neck. She had discovered early on that men loved women in chokers; there was something sexy and exciting about a pretty woman wearing a choker. Misty knew this and had made good use of the knowledge before, and she was going to make good use of it today as well.

“Perfect! And now we wait,” she said, smiling at herself.

She was sitting on the couch in the living room a short time later reading a magazine when the front doorbell rang. She looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 3:40PM, and a smile came across her face.

“It’s showtime!” she said to herself, one side of her mouth turning up into a smile. She got up from the couch and went over to the door, opening it and smiling when she saw the boy from next door standing there, the mail she had planted in his mailbox in his hand.

‘It worked!’ she thought to herself.

“Well, hello, young man, what can I do for you this fine afternoon?” she asked in her most seductive voice, putting one hand high up on the doorframe and the other on her hip, cocking one knee in front of her. She suppressed a giggle when she saw the boy’s eyes go wide when he got his first look at her, stifling a second giggle when he stammered as he spoke.

“Oh, hi, uh, I’m ... I’m Matthew ... Matthew Hill. We just ... uh, we just moved in next door a few days ago,” he said, pausing as he tried not to stare at Misty’s mammoth breasts right in front of him. Not wearing heels turned out to be a good idea because even in flats she was a good inch taller than he was, maybe more.

“Hello, Matthew Hill,” she said, giving him her most seductive smile. “What brings you to my door today?” she asked, looking him up and down.

‘Nice, very nice! I bet he’s got a nice dick, too!’ she thought to herself, making note of the lump in his jeans.

“Are, uh, are you ... Misty Owens?” he asked, looking down at one of the letters in his hand to get her name.

“Why, yes, I am,” she cooed, smiling at him.

“The ... uh, the mailman put some of your mail in our box by accident,” he said, holding it out to her, noticing her eyes for the first time.

‘Damn, look at those eyes! Holy shit!’ he thought to himself as he looked into Misty’s deep green eyes, his eyes darting back down to her chest after a few moments.

“Yes, he does that from time to time,” she said, smiling at him as she took the mail from his hand. Her smile got a little bigger when she noticed him struggling not to stare at her chest and failing.

“Thank you so much for bringing it over to me,” she said, holding the mail in front of her, smiling at him. “You must let me repay you for your kindness,” she said, throwing out the hook.

“No, that’s okay, really, it’s no big deal,” he said, waving his hands in front of him.

“In this day and age it most certainly is a big deal, and I insist on you letting me make it up to you,” she said, looking into his eyes. “At least let me offer you a soda for your troubles, okay, Matthew?” she said, smiling her most seductive smile at him.

“Well, sure, I guess so,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling back.

‘Gotcha!’ she thought to herself, setting the hook. Now to just reel him in!

“Please come inside, then,” she said, stepping aside and motioning him into her house. Matthew walked inside, stopping just inside the doorway as she closed the door behind him. As soon as she did that she turned to face him and stepped towards him, making him step back as a reflex. He took two steps backwards and then hit the wall, with Misty stepping in close enough to him that her huge breasts were pressing against his chest.

“Uh, Misty...” he said, looking up at her with a look of surprise on his face.

“Are you sure there’s nothing else you’d rather have than just a soda?” she asked, her voice as seductive a whisper as she could manage. “Nothing at all?” she asked, stepping in just a bit to press her tits against him a little harder.

“Misty, I...” he began, but she cut him off.

“Maybe there’s something I can do for you instead,” she said, smiling down at him. “Or do to you, rather,” she said, placing the palm of her hand right on his crotch, rubbing his cock firmly through his jeans.

“WHOA! Misty, wait a minute, I...” he started to say, but she cut him off again.

“Why should I wait, Matthew?” she asked in a seductive voice, stepping forward a little more and rubbing his cock a little harder. “You have something I want, and I’m going to get it from you one way or the other,” she said, feeling his cock growing beneath her hand. She closed her fingers on the growing bulge and squeezed firmly, making him gasp.

“Do you like my hand on your cock, Matthew?” she whispered, looking into his eyes with a seductive smile on her face. “Do you like it when I squeeze your cock like that?” she asked, squeezing his cock again for emphasis. “I think you do, because I can feel it getting harder and bigger,” she said, looking into his eyes as she rubbed and squeezed his cock.

Matthew had never been in a situation like this before, never been confronted by a woman this aggressive before, and he had no idea what to say or how to react. So he did the only thing he could think of – he stood there and let Misty do what she wanted. He had a feeling he knew what that was, and in her next statement she told him as much.

“I want to fuck you, Matthew,” she said, pushing her breasts against him even harder as she rubbed and squeezed his cock with her hand. “And what’s more, I think you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” she cooed, putting her other hand on the wall next to his head, stepping in so close to him that their noses were almost touching and her breasts were pressed against him so hard he could feel her hard nipples poking him.

“But you know what I’m going to do first, Matthew?” she said, her voice a soft, sexy whisper as she looked into his eyes, one side of her mouth turned up in a smile.

“N-no, what?” he stammered, his eyes wide.

“First I’m going to give you the best blowjob of your young life,” she said, still whispering and looking into his eyes, her hand still gripping his growing cock. “I’m going to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth, and then I’m going to swallow your load,” she whispered, grinning.

“You are?” he asked, frozen in place with surprise.

“Yes, Matthew, I am. And do you know why I’m going to make you cum in my mouth before I fuck you?” she asked, her voice still a soft, seductive whisper.

“No, why?” he replied.

“Because when I get you hard again you’ll last longer when I fuck you, that’s why,” she said, grinning at him. “And trust me, Matthew, I most certainly am going to fuck you,” she said, squeezing his cock for emphasis. Then she reached down with both hands and began unfastening his jeans, unbuttoning them at the top and then pulling his zipper down, never taking her eyes from his as she did.

‘Holy shit, is this happening?’ Matthew thought to himself, too surprised to do anything except stand there and let Misty do what she wanted.

“And now it’s time for that blowjob I mentioned,” she said, looking into his eyes and grinning. “I’m going to suck your cock and make you cum so hard!” she said, kissing him quickly on the lips before dropping down to her knees in front of him.

Matthew was stunned into silence by all of this. He looked down and watched as she pulled his jeans open, then reached inside his shorts and wrapped her hand around his semi-erect cock. She pumped it slowly in her hand as she spoke, looking up at him.

“Your cock feels good in my hand, Matthew,” she said, smiling up at him. “I can’t wait to see how good it’s going to feel in my mouth, so let’s get your cock out, shall we?” she said, looking down at his crotch as she pulled his cock out of his shorts. She gripped his cock with one hand while she pulled the fly of his shorts apart as far as she could with the other, dipping her hand in his shorts and scooping his balls out as well. Then she looked at his hard cock in her hand and smiled, looking up at him as she spoke.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock, Matthew, nice and hard, and so big! I bet your cock is bigger than all of the other boys at school, isn’t it?” she said, grinning up at him as she pumped his cock slowly in her hand. She looked at his cock in her hand for a moment, pumping it slowly and firmly, then opened her mouth and dropped it down onto his cock, closing her lips around the shaft just behind the flared ridge of the head and sucking hard.

“MMMMMMMM!” she moaned as she sucked on his cock, pumping the now rock-hard shaft in her hand as she did. She sucked on the head of his cock for a few moments, then moved her hand out of the way as she slid her mouth down onto his cock, taking the entire thing into her mouth and holding it there for a moment. Then she slid her mouth back up, running her tongue along the underside and sucking hard as she did. Once she had just the head in her mouth she started sliding her mouth up and down on his shaft in long, steady strokes, her head bobbing as she swallowed his cock over and over again.

Matthew watched in amazement as this redheaded vixen with the huge tits sucked his cock better and harder than he’d ever experienced. He thought his girlfriend gave a good blowjob (she wouldn’t fuck so he had to settle for that), but she was a rank amateur compared to Misty. She slid her mouth up and down on his hard cock, slurping a little as she did. She was obviously enjoying what she was doing, moaning every now and then as she sucked on his hard shaft.

And Misty was indeed enjoying what she was doing. She loved sucking cock almost as much as she loved fucking, and finding a cock as nice as Matthew’s was a rare thing. She moaned softly when she tasted the first of his precum on her tongue, swallowing the salty fluid without hesitation. She sucked harder and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, gripping it firmly and pumping it in time with her mouth, trying to suck and pump as much precum out of him as she could. She knew that he wasn’t going to last long in her mouth, and that was okay with her – the sooner she made him cum, the sooner she could get his dick in her pussy. She slipped her mouth from his cock and looked up at him as she spoke, her voice a seductive whisper, her eyes hooded with desire.

“I’m going to make you cum now, Matthew,” she said, pumping his cock in her hand. “I want to taste your cum, so don’t hold back. Give yourself to me, give me that hot load down my throat!” she said, grinning up at him. Then she dropped her mouth back down onto his cock and began sucking it again, sliding her mouth up and down his cock in long, steady strokes, sucking as hard as she could.

‘Holy shit, she’s good! Matthew thought as he watched Misty sucking his cock. It only took a minute or so of her sucking mouth sliding up and down on his cock for him to feel his orgasm building, and he could tell that he was going to cum quick and hard. She must have felt it too, because she took her mouth from his cock just long enough to speak.

“Cum for me, Matthew, cum for me!” she said, then dropped her mouth back down onto his cock and sucked him harder and faster than ever. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet, and she was anxious to fuck him. She knew that the faster she made him cum now the sooner she’d be able to get him hard again and fuck him, so she used every trick in the book to make him cum. She reached up with her free hand and grabbed his balls, tugging and squeezing them as she sucked his cock hard and fast.

“UNGH!” Matthew grunted when she pulled on his balls, watching as her head bobbed up and down quickly on his cock. A few seconds later he felt his balls shifting and his cock widen, and then he came hard.

“NNNGGHHHHH!” he groaned loudly through clenched teeth, grimacing as his cock exploded in Misty’s wet, sucking mouth. He clenched his hands into fists as the powerful orgasm shook him, his cock pumping hard and fast in her mouth, his balls emptying themselves and filling her mouth up with cum.

“MMMMMMMMMM!” she moaned around his cock as it pumped and throbbed in her mouth. She continued sliding her mouth up and down on his cock, gripping the base firmly and tugging on his balls, intent on making him cum as hard as possible. She swallowed once so as not to lose any of his cum, swallowing a second time when he filled her mouth up again.

‘My, he cums a lot! I can’t wait to feel him cumming inside my pussy!’ she thought to herself as she slid her mouth down onto his cock and held it there, pumping the base of his cock with her hand and tugging on his balls as his orgasm came to an end. When it was over and his cock had stopped pumping out cum it left Matthew gasping for breath and Misty with a mouth full of his cum. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, his chest heaving, watching as she slowly slid her mouth up his cock and over the head, sliding her lips over it and then kissing the tip. Then she lifted her head up and opened her mouth, showing him her mouthful of his cum. She ran her tongue through the pool of cum a few times, playing with it, before closing her mouth and swallowing it. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, a sly smile on her face, one hand still gripping his cock.

“MMMMMMMM, you taste good, Matthew,” she said, smiling up at him. “And you came a lot, too. I had to swallow three times to get it all down,” she said, looking down at his cock in her hand.

“That was incredible!” Matthew said, still trying to catch his breath.

“You’ve never had a girl show you your cum in her mouth before swallowing it?” she asked, looking up at him as she slowly pumped his still hard cock in her hand.

“No, never,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m glad that I was the first to do that for you,” she said, getting to her feet while still holding on to his cock. “And now I’m going to take you into my bedroom and see just how many other ‘firsts’ I can do with you,” she said, looking into his eyes as she spoke. “You’re still hard, by the way,” she whispered, putting her mouth close to his ear and pressing her huge tits against his chest as she did.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he said.

“Come with me, Matthew,” she said, stepping away and turning to walk down the hall to her bedroom, leading him by his cock in her hand. He willingly followed behind her, holding his jeans up with one hand, watching her firm, rounded ass swaying in front of him as she walked. She led him into her bedroom and over to the end of the bed, turning to face him when she stopped. Her bedroom was done up in pink, which didn’t surprise him, and her bed was a queen-size canopy bed that he thought fit both the room and her perfectly.