1. The Kinky Cougar's Quest for a Teenage Chipolata


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: uber_cougar, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    Danny’s face ignited in a fierce red blush before he scampered from the room and out into the kitchen. I saw this as an opportunity to take back the moral high ground. “You arse! You've gone and embarrassed the poor boy now. So what if he’s got a stiffy. There’s no need to shout it from the rooftops, is there?” “B-b-but,” Dave stuttered, “you were at it on the floor, the pair of you, rolling around, squealing and grunting like a couple of stuck pigs, enjoying every minute of it.” I laughed nervously. “He’s your sixteen-year-old son, Dave. Don’t be so disgusting and get your mind out the gutter before you start throwing around ridiculous accusations and make a complete fool of yourself.” His mouth moved but no words came out. Then he caught his breath. “He was grinding himself against you. Your top was undone and he had a raging hard-on. I saw it with my own eyes. A-a-and you said ‘release the beast’. What did that mean?” I gulped and stammered, “We were having a wrestle,” then, laughing nervously, I added, “And ‘release the beast’ is a term used in wrestling. If you were not such a boring old fuddy-duddy and watched WWE occasionally, you would know that.” “Don’t give me that old poppycock! You never watch wrestling. And what about the erection tenting the front of his shorts? Explain that.” Hiding behind an angry façade, I snapped. “He’s a sixteen-year-old boy, for heaven's sake. Teenage boys’ todgers are up and down like a yo-yo. You should know that; you were a teenager ...
    once. Just because he had an erection, it doesn't mean to say that I was the cause of it.” He rubbed his temples with his fingers and sighed with exasperation. “I dread to think what I would have walked in on if I’d arrived home two minutes later." Yes, I suspect you would have seen your wife’s mouth crammed full with your son’s genitalia and her pinkie finger inserted in his arse, tickling his prostrate , I thought. That thought sent a jolt of orgasmic pleasure tearing through me like an electric shock. My mind was once again consumed by my desire to suck on Danny’s sixteen-year-old chipolata, ravish his taut body, rub my tits and pussy all over his face. I was now more determined than ever; I was going to have a ruddy good gobble on Danny’s party sausage and nobody – and I mean nobody – was going to stop me. I marched through into the kitchen where Danny was sat listening to his Iphone. “Come on, young man,” I said, gripping his arm and jerking him to his feet. “We’re going out.” I dragged him outside wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Stunned, the look of fear and confusion was evident on his face as I ushered him into the passenger seat of my car. He still had his iPhone in his ears when he peered up at me and said, “Where are we going?” My husband Dave stood in the house doorway, lip quivering. “Where are you going?” “Out for dinner!” “C-c-c-can I come?” he stammered. “Bugger off,” I snarled, getting in the car and slamming the door closed. Firing up the car engine, I ...
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