Joanna: The Pickup Artist 
 by amazonboy  at amazonboy@rediffmail.com for comments and ideas 



Synopsis: An older woman who likes to pick up shy, unassuming younger men
finds her latest conquest at a car wash. Who says older women cannot be pickup
artists?

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The woman looked to be in her late 30's. Some might even say she was in her
mid 30's. But Joanna was in fact 41. She was a beautiful and tall woman with
6'0 and 210 pds, but one that, at her age, was slowly losing her battle to
stay youthful looking. The signs were subtle but clear enough to a critical
eye, especially her own. She had started developing crow's feet and laugh
lines in her face. Her matronly hips were a little wider then they used to be
and her extremely generous bosom, which had always sagged due to its weight,
sagged quite a bit more now. She had also developed a bit of a belly. Not so
much as to be unattractive, but a gentle roundness was there and noticeable.
The soft 10 or 15 extra pounds young women kept for child rearing had slowly
crept to 30.

Still, she had done well in her war on age and had won on many fronts. Her
exercise regiment helped keep her womanly figure. Her legs still looked as
good as when she was young. Her breasts while sagging a bit more, had
otherwise kept their perfect form and shape. She took pride in the fact that
her large puffy nipples still pointed upwards and her lines where still that
of the classic coke bottle shape. She stayed on the gym as much as possible
and was proud of the clear tmuscles his afforded her. In fact, the only major
sign of age was a few pale stretch marks on her sides; battle scars from
having born four children.

Today Joanna was taking her youngest, Jenny, to the car wash. As usual, it had
been much too long since her minivan had been cleaned and five-year-old Jenny
had demanded that she be included in the outing. Unfortunately, Gregory's
Brushless Carwash was not the drive-through variety, so they had to get out
and watch the car go through the machine, much to Jenny's disappointment. It
was a lazy Sunday, with temperatures close to 90 degrees and Joanna had opted
to wear simple khaki shorts and an old faded t-shirt. She wore her dark cherry
wood hair in a loose bun atop her head in an attempt to keep heat from
building up around her shoulders and neck. After paying, she took Jenny to the
glass enclosed waiting room to watch the cars go by through the various stages
of the machine. Eventually Jenny got bored and the heat inside the enclosure
was even more stifling, so Joanna took her daughter outside to sit on a bench
to play with her toy. The bench was just outside, at the end of the machine's
track where the cars drove off to staging areas to be hand-dried. The moist
spray from the nearby carwash and a steady breeze felt good as they sat and
waited for their car to come through.

As various other patrons milled about, unaware of anything else but their own
cars, a young boy suddenly plopped down on the bench next to Joanna. He was
young looking for his age, but she correctly pegged him to be somewhere around
18 or 19 He was quit thin, but not unattractively so. The boy was very small
around 5'2 and weighed around 115-120pds and it helped to s well, giving him a
child like presence. She also noticed that, despite his height, he seemed very
hansome . In his hands he carried a mechanical pencil and a small book with
the word "SUDOKU" printed in large friendly letters. The young man flipped
open the cover to start on one of the puzzles after first taking a quick
glance around towards the wash line to see how his car was doing. He used this
action to also take a better look at the woman seated at the far end of the
bench. He returned her smile and quickly averted his eyes back down to his
puzzle. Joanna noted the surprised look on his face. He was started that she
caught him looking at her. She thought the reaction sweet. He lifted his
pencil to begin the puzzle but was intercepted:

"Hi"

He looked back to the woman next to him and put on a big smile. She looked
pretty, and nicely built, but was much too old for him he thought. "Hello," he
said to cover his thoughts.

The girl who he assumed was her daughter was busy playing with a toy and did
not seem to notice him, but the mother's bird-bright eyes studied him
intently. He resisted the temptation to look down at her over-large chest,
knowing she would see him do so.

"That's smart," she leaned over slightly and yelled over the droning of the
car wash, motioning towards his puzzle book.

"Oh... yeah," he smiled back after a short pause.

"Is it a crossword?"

"Sudoku? Oh no, it's with numbers."

She was familiar with Sudoku puzzles, but decided to flatter him.

"Oh, you must be good at math."

The young boy gave a shy shrug and smiled, seemingly embarrassed by the
flattery.

"I guess, but it's about logic really...." He hesitated as if afraid he would
bore her if he went on, then made up his mind and scooted closer to show her a
page in his book.

"You see, you have to fill in nine numbers here," he pointed with his pencil,
"but you can't have the same number on the same row or column anywhere
else...." He let his sentence fade as if he was afraid he had said too much.

"Oh, I see. You must be very intelligent." She beamed him another smile.

He shrugged again and smiled again, unsure how to respond. Then said: "I keep
it in my car, just in case—"

"That's very smart. I wish I had thought of that."

"—it's low tech. No batteries to die on you." He finished awkwardly.

"That's right," she laughed, "that's very smart."

There was a long pause as the machines droned onwards. It was his turn to say
something, but the young man seemed unsure how to keep the conversation going.
He was about to begin his puzzle again when Joanna took over for him.

"I feel better when my car is clean, don't you?"

He looked back towards her, grateful that she had finally broken the
uncomfortable pause.

"Yeah," He said with a slight laugh, betraying his sudden sense of relief.

"All these people are probably going away for the 4th of July—," she looked
around, waving her hand at all the cars being washed and dried, "—want to have
their cars clean for the trip."

As she talked, the young boy couldn't help but slide his gaze down to her
chest, where her t-shirt was stretched taunt over the expanse of her breasts.
He could clearly see the outline of her bra and its clasps. Her t-shirt was
stuffed so tightly it rode high at the bottom and exposed a bit of her belly
like a cut-off. He quickly looked back up to her face as she finished
speaking. Too old and too tall perhaps, but still nice to look at he thought.

"I've got family coming to visit," the young man explained, "that's why I'm
having my car cleaned—want to make a good impression."

"That's good. Making a good impression is very important."

He nodded as she spoke but didn't add anything.

"What's your name," asked the woman.

"Oh—Kevin," he said offering his hand. She accepted it with a dainty grip.

"Nice to meet you Kevin, I'm Joanna, and this here is little Jenny," she said
hugging her daughter to her, "that's ours over there." She pointed to a silver
Volkswagen minivan that was already being dried by two workers.

"Nice." He was unsure of what else to say. While it seemed to be in good
condition, the minivan wasn't particularly new or old. It was just an average
minivan. Joanna noted his attempt at being polite.

"It's good to have a reliable car, don't you think; one that will go a long,
long time before you need to replace it."

Kevin nodded mutely, not sure what exactly she was getting at.

"Look at that one mommy!" Joanna's daughter was pointing past Kevin.

"That is a big one isn't it; my goodness what a large car."

Kevin turned to see his own Escalade SUV driving off the line.

"Um, that's mine," he said with an impish smile.

"That will definitely make a good impression, Kevin" Joanna nodded and grinned
broadly, "a very, very good impression."

As luck would have it, his SUV was driven to a station next to Joanna's
minivan and a crew quickly began to dry it.

"Shall we go?" Joanna asked, as she stood up and nodded towards the
picnic-like tables situated near their cars. The trio made their way to the
awning covering the tables. Several such areas were strewn around the many
trying stations where cars were being worked on.

"You must have a very important to be able to afford a car like that," Joanna
said after they had once again seated themselves. Kevin was embarrassed by the
fact that he was a trust-fund baby, and with the exception of several 'fun
jobs' during high school and collage, had never really worked a day in his
life. He simply smiled hoping that would be answer enough for this woman.

"So tell me more about these puzzles, are they very hard?" She asked and
scooted close into contact with him so that he could show her more of the
book. Kevin was taken off guard by her sudden invasion of his personal space.
The hot press of her flesh against his made his already overheated frame
tremor with excitement. She felt it.

"Um, no."

"Tell me Kevin," she spoke softly, her mouth only inches from his ear, "do you
often use your Sudoku book as a prop to pick up girls?"

He was shocked by her sudden accusation. That had never been his intention.
Even if he had thought of that, he wasn't nearly smooth enough to actually try
it. Before Kevin had a chance to explain himself a worker next to Joanna's
minivan wave a towel over his head, signaling that her car was ready.

"Oh, gotta go." She said, her eyes smiling and a tongue-in-cheek frown teasing
him. Kevin was both saddened and relieved to have her dislodge herself from
his side. He smiled and nodded in a manner he hoped looked innocent as she
looked back and gave him her own good-bye smile. Little Jenny waved with her
toy as she was tugged along behind her mother.

As she walked away with a seductive sway of the hips, Kevin thought how
despite their age difference, he could imagine himself fucking this beautiful
older woman. He had often fantasized about older women, but never about one he
had met in person. As he watched her wide womanly ass undulate back and forth,
he imagined himself grabbing those hips from behind and thrusting wantonly
into her welcoming center. His lecherous stare slid up her back, and to the
twin curves of her breasts that stuck out at each side—they were so large he
could see them even with her back turned towards him. And they hung so full
and heavy! Their weight must be massive. The image of his hands sliding around
her sides to grab and paw at the massive mounds of flesh as she ground her ass
back into him flashed through his head. God, the day's heat was getting to
him, and his desire for this woman wasn't helping. He chided himself by
remembering that she had a little daughter. What sort of man drools over a
amazon mom out with her daughter he thought.

A minute later an waving towel by Kevin's car tripped him out of his
lust-addled day dream. He headed to his car, a tip for the worker ready in his
hand. He proceeded to inspect his car to see that no detail had been missed.
Joanna's minivan was still parked next to his vehicle. She had just strapped
her daughter in and was adjusting her mirrors. She saw Kevin walk nearby,
completely engrossed with his work. It was time to see if she had seduced a
little afternoon delight into her day.

"Hey Kevin."

He felt a nervous shiver run up his spine at the sound of her teasing voice,
and snapped around to looked at her. She waved him closer.

"Why don't you come back to my place and you can show me more of your
puzzles—what were they called again?" She feigned forgetfulness.

"Sudoku," he blurted without thinking.

"That's it. I bet they are a lot of fun with a smart guy like you around to
help me."

Kevin was struck dumb. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? While he
was pretty dense when it came to women, he was experienced enough to realize
that when a girl asks you back to her place for puzzle solving, something
entirely different was being offered. Either she was reacting favorably to his
supposed attempt at picking her up, or she was hiting on him! An older woman
no less—a sexy older woman. He suddenly felt a queasy feeling in the pit of
his stomach. He wasn't exactly a smooth operator, and was deathly afraid of
making a wrong move that would screw everything up.

"uh..."

"...is that a yes?"

Kevin felt a sudden pang of doubt. She was at least 20 years older then him.
He shouldn't be lusting after women who were his mom's age. And wasn't the man
supposed to hit on the woman? He felt as if his male-space had been violated,
and yet felt relief that he didn't have to make the first move—even though he
had never planned it to begin with.

He suddenly blurted out: "shouldn't we first have a date or something?"

Joanna chuckled at his naivety. He had just tipped his hat as to what he was
expecting, an easy roll in the hay. Men were so cute when they were out of
their depth.

Kevin regretted the words the moment he uttered them. Why would he say
something as stupid as that? She was blatantly offering him sex. That's all he
could think of when he looked at her. She oozed feminine sexuality. Was this
his subconscious' pathetic attempt at playing hard to get?

"How about I fix you some lunch?" Joanna chuckled again. "That should do as a
first date."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His outburst hadn't ruined his chance
with this woman.

"Come along and follow me, it's only 10 minutes from here."

As Kevin followed the Volkswagen minivan trepidation continued to build in
him. He was wholly unprepared for this. He had left his home in sandals and
cargo-shorts, not expecting any need to impress anyone. He nervously checked
his breath and inspected his teeth and hair in the rearview mirror. He
replayed the events at the carwash over and over, flabbergasted by his own
blind dumb luck. He had acted like a clueless 15-year-old, but somehow this
woman was still interested in him. He still couldn't believe he was following
this amazon-mom type back to her home. What was he thinking? He had had a few
one-night stands in college, but this was something wholly different. He
realized how dumb and lucky he was, and how infinitely more experienced she
was in every way.

He had long harbored fantasies of being with an experienced older woman, one
with many years of practice on how to please a man. Many times he and tried to
imagine what it would be like to bed a woman like that. Would Joanna make his
dreams come to life, or was he completely off target with his expectations?
What if this was all some sort of cruel joke? He was keenly aware of the many
scenarios that lay before him, the vast majority of which, would no doubt end
in humiliation and disgrace. His musings were cut short as he followed Joanna
into a secluded cul-de-sac. Joanna's minivan parked itself in the driveway of
a largish white house. It was well taken care of, but like the minivan, it was
quite average and ordinary looking. Kevin quickly parked on the street in
front and joined the mother and daughter as they made their way to the front
door. He made sure to bring his Sudoku book and mechanical pencil.

"You have a lovely home," he said as he neared the waiting mother and child,
pleased that it sounded so confident and polite.

"You're very kind," Joanna nodded as they entered, "why don't you keep me
company in the kitchen while I make our lunch."

Like everything else, the lunch was very ordinary: club sandwiches with fruit
salad and a grilled cheese sandwich for Jenny. While the food was tasty, the
entire meal seemed perfunctory, as if they were both simply going through the
motions for appearance sake. Joanna was giving him the 'first date' his male
ego seemed to demand. For a brief moment Kevin thought she looked on the meal
as a form of payment for a service he was about the render to her. The notion
was disturbing, yet extremely erotic at the same time. Joanna seemed so casual
about the whole affair. Her confidence and relaxed attitude was like an
aphrodisiac.

Small talk permeated the meal, which lead to some coffee and more small talk.
Kevin's Soduko book remained closed and unused on the edge of the table.
Joanna seemed very elusive as to the nature of her family. When he asked what
she did, she responded that she was a stay-at-home mom and homemaker. This
suggested that she was married, but Joanna didn't wear a ring, nor had she a
discolored band around her ring finger to suggest she regularly wore one. She
skillfully evaded any discussion of a husband along with anything else about
her family, except for little Jenny.

Soon after the coffee was served, Jenny started to become irritable and then
sleepy. Joanna excused herself while she went and put Jenny to bed for her
afternoon nap. By the time she got back the coffee was cold, and Kevin knew it
was time to make his move. As the man he had to be the aggressor and initiate
the intimacy. Joanna sensed his mounting tension, but had no intention of
letting him make the first move.

"You know Kevin, I think we should be as honest as possible with each other.
And let me tell you, I know exactly how you feel right now."

He was afraid to hear her continue, but asked, "You do?"

"Oh yes. I've come cross your type before. In fact, I go out of my way to find
boys like you."

Boys? He thought, but instead said: "My type?"

"Yes," she scooted close and held his hand between her palms, "shy, insecure,
and maybe just a little inexperienced." She paused for affect. "Now, we could
sit here and watch you chase your own tail all day, or I can step in and help
make things easier...." She let the statement dangle.

"uh, make things easier?" He parroted dumbly, stunned by how quickly things
were going out of control.

"Yes, and I'll do that first by telling you that I find you incredibly
charming."

"You do?"

"Oh yes, sweetie." She placed a hand on each of his cheeks, cradled his face
lovingly. "You're everything I could want in a boy. You're well mannered and
polite; you try so hard to be good and decent. And you're so small and cute
and , and soft and cuddly at the same time," she shook his head teasingly, "a
very lovely... boy."

He didn't know what to say. It sounded like she really meant every word.

"Listen, I know you think you are a nice guy. But nice guys don't knowingly go
back to a strange woman's house for Sudoku games."

"Not a nice guy?"

She laughed at his shock. He so badly wanted to be respectable.

"Oh, you are sweetie, you are—but not in some ways. I mean, a handsome young
boylike yourself looking to an older woman—a mother—to get his jollies...
hmmm?"

Again, she let her statement dangle, making it obvious what conclusion he
should make; which he did. Kevin tried to hang his head in shame, but her
hands prevented it, and he simply cast his eyes downwards.

"You're just a bit conflicted aren't you? Trying so hard to be good, and
ignoring the fact that in many ways, being good is simply not in your nature."
She paused to let him reflect on this new found insight she had exposed him
to. She gave him a knowing smile and released his face by sliding her hands
down to his shoulders.

"We both know what you want," she said with a fortifying squeeze of his
shoulders.

"We do?" His voice was several octaves higher then he had intended.

"It's as plain as the nose on your face," she said, giving his nose a playful
tap with her finger. "Why even now, I can see the lust in your eyes—your need.
I can see you smell for me every time you inhale. Can you smell me Kevin?"

He could. She smelled beautiful—like warm spring followers. He wasn't sure if
he was imagining it, or if it was her perfume. What ever it was, it was her;
he could smell her.

"Um," he looked away unable to say it to her face, "yeah."

She turned his gaze back into hers, forced him to look right in her eyes.

"Do you need me Kevin?"

He hesitated.

"Just say it sweetheart," she whispered.

"Yes," he croaked, then louder, "I-I need you."

She pulled his head to hers and gave him a long soulful kiss.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Mesmerized, he watched her red-painted lips form the word 'fuck.' The vulgar
word set off alarm bells in his head. His decency resisted the admission of
his need to rut like an animal—to use her body in lewd and obscene ways. And
yet he wanted to tell her so much.

She caressed her hands over her massive breasts and ran them down her curvy
sides. "I can let you have this," she said coyly, "all you have to do is give
in." She saw the effect her actions where having. An animalistic shadow
flashed across his features. She loved that look—unbridled sexual energy: pure
lust. She decided to let it work and asked again:

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes." The word seemed to be ripped from somewhere deep inside him.

Without another word, she stood up. He followed, lead by her intense gaze as
well the insistent hands on his shoulder. Kevin followed her to the back of
the house like a 1st grader being led on a school field drip. A pang of guilt
hit him as they walked past little Jenny's room but Joanna steadfastly pulled
him onwards and closed the door behind them. She quickly pulled back the
covers of her neatly made bed. She then pulled her young man to stand in front
of her and kissed him once more. She could see he was very nervous and rubbed
his upper arms like a mother trying to ward the cold from her child. She took
her time kissing him again, prying her tongue between his lips; feeling him
respond with his own. Gradually their kissing became more intense as she
repeatedly dove her tongue deep into his mouth. The next moment she sucked
forcefully at him. She let her hands slide down his torso and pulled the edge
of his t-shirt up and over his head, only breaking their kiss to do so. She
ran her red tipped fingers over the roundness of his belly and up though his
sparse chest-hair. He felt so good to her, so masculine and yet soft like a
big teddy bear. His hands roamed her back as they kissed again.

"You're such a handsome boy," she whispered before slowly running her hands
back down his body as she lowered herself down to the bed. Joanna was sitting
at eye level with Kevin's shiny belt buckle. He tensed as she reached for it.

"Shhh, it's alright baby," she hissed soothingly.

She proceeded to unbuckle it and continued to undress him. Her movements were
very simple and practical, taking on the manner of a mother undressing a young
child. As soon as his penis came into view she let out an appreciative sigh.
He was already erect, uncut, and about seven inches long, with a large pair of
testicles.

"He's beautiful sweetheart," Joanna said as she brought her hand under his
testicles as if to weigh them. She then used three fingers to grab hold of his
penis and slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth several times. She felt it
stir under her fingers and watched a copious amount of lubricant seep from the
tip.

"You've got a nice big one," she said in kind, motherly tone as she looking up
to his face and continued to work his cock.

She smiled reassuringly, and kissed his belly as she continued to play with
his penis and alternately ran her hands over the insides of his thighs. She
enjoyed toying with her men this way. Several minutes of this teasing caused
his erection to stiffen further.

"Yeah, make him nice and hard for me," she breathed passionately, looking up
into his eyes.

Joanna spread her legs a bit and pulled him between. Her warm bosom press into
his thighs just above the knees. He felt a bit odd standing there naked, with
his shorts around his ankles and a fully clothed older woman sitting in front
of him and playing with his penis. After once again kissing his belly
lovingly, she lowered her head and engulfed the head of his rigid penis into
her mouth in one swift motion. Kevin moaned involuntarily as the hotness of
her mouth engulfed him. His engorged head fit comfortably into her cavity as
she sucked on the morsel like a woman sucking on a lollypop. She used her
fingertips to keep his foreskin pulled back as she repeatedly lashed his
exposed head with her tongue. Kevin let out small mewing sounds in response.
Joanna knew they were involuntary, and it excited her even more. She then
scrapped her teeth along the underside, causing him to jump and shiver in
pleasure.

"Ahh..."

"Mmmh-huh" she hummed encouragingly in response. The sound was tinged with a
slight, wet gurgling sound.

His penis began to harden even more and seemed to grow bigger. She could feel
the blood pump into his cock with each throb as his flesh strained to greater
levels of excitement. She loved the feeling and moaned in appreciation as he
filled her mouth. She released the base so she could stuff his entire cock
further into her mouth. Soon she let him slid in and out, letting the foreskin
run over the head with each withdrawal and pull back tautly with each thrust
forward. Joanna knew how to best simulate coital penetration with her mouth.
She sucked all the air out of her mouth, making sure there was constant
contact and friction between Kevin's penis and as much of her mouth as
possible—lips, tongue and the insides of her cheeks. Haltingly he began to
thrust his hips at her face. Each trust felt like he was thrusting apart the
slick, hot folds of a vagina; except for the teasing and knowing tongue that
was constantly ready to receive the head of his cock with each of his thrusts
and teased its most sensitive underside until he withdrew again.

"Mmmh-huh," she moaned in encouragement and placed her hands on his hips to
aid him in thrusting more forcefully. Again, her humming was edged with the
lewd gurgling of excessive saliva. Kevin was beside himself with pleasure.

"Oh my God... you... you... that feels so good," he managed to mumble
incoherently between breaths.

"Mmmmuh...mmmuh...mmmuh," she grunted contently with each of his thrusts and
made loud slurping and swallowing sounds for his benefit. Kevin joined in with
satisfied grunts and resisted the temptation to throw his head back in bliss.
He wanted to watch her beautiful face as she took his cock. She was fucking
him with her mouth. His own thrusts were merely reactions to the beautiful
stimulation he was receiving; instead, she was actively and aggressively
seeking his cock with her mouth and tongue. Her eyes were constantly on his as
he squinted in the pleasure. He felt so exposed and vulnerable; and yet so
free and alive. She would take care of everything. There was no longer a need
for doubt, fear, or inhibition. The only thing that was required of him was to
react as nature demanded. He didn't even worry about hurting her since she was
in completely control and obviously ready and willing to take everything he
could give her, as deep as he could go. God, he felt so carefree and alive! So
good! It was all thanks to her, he thought, as he looked into her ever
watchful and smiling eyes.

After this show of what she was capable of, Joanna slowly withdrew his shaft
and sat back to look at her handy work. Kevin looked down intently to see why
she stopped. Like a wooden beam, his cock stuck out at a 45 degree angle from
his groin. He was seven and a half, maybe eight inches in length now, with a
girth that was unusually wide. Could he really be 8 inches? He had never seen
himself look so big before. She enjoyed watching the foreskin slowly side back
over the fat head as his cock throbbed in the sex scented air.

"Oh my, I've never seen one so big," she fibbed. "He's absolutely beautiful."
She looked up to Kevin's face and saw her flattery work its magic. "Oh, you
handsome boy, you" she gushed as she grabbed his cock in a tight grip and
began to jerk him off. She pointed it right at her face, fascinated by the
sliding action of the foreskin moving over the drooling, sensitive head.

Kevin grunted lustily in response and once again began thrusting his hips,
this time fucking her fist.

"Yeah, just like that baby... that's it, that's a big boy." She looked up into
his eyes and gave him a sexy, knowing smile.

Kevin knew he wouldn't last long if she kept talking like that. Joanna was as
skilled with her hands as she was with her mouth, and used her out-stretched
tongue and fingers to tease and manipulate the head each time it poked out
from its cowl. She paid specially attention to the sensitive underside. Her
other hand played with his heavy ball sack, groping it and gently batting it
back and forth as it jiggled and swung with his movements.

"I think baby has a heavy load in there for me," she teased, gently tugging at
his pouch, "do you need to squirt your load for me sweetheart?" She asked in a
syrupy sweet voice. Joanna had correctly pegged him as the auditory type, and
was rewarded by an increased pumping action from his hips.

"Yeah," he panted without realizing what he had just admitted.

"I thought so," she said in a motherly tone. She knew he was close to coming
and pushed two fingers deep into his scrotum to rest against the root of his
cock. She wanted plenty of warning when he came.

"Only problem is, where are you going to come?"

"What?" He panted. The symphony in his head and suddenly stopped.

"Well I can't let you make a mess all over my bedroom, now can I?" she said
matter-of-factly.

"uh... no," he said hesitantly. He was worried she wasn't going to let him
release. "I thought we would, you know—"

"—Kevin, you have to promises me you'll stop and warn me before you shoot,"
she interrupted him.

"Okay." he said hesitantly. He was worried about what she had in store for
him, but was too engrossed with fucking her small fist to keep talking.
Frankly he felt a bit juvenile having her bring him off by hand, but hadn't
plucked up the courage to say anything. Joanna smiled up at him as she saw the
lust for fucking overcome his other concerns.

"Does that feel good honey?" She asked rhetorically as she continued to jack
him. Once again that sugary sweet seductress' voice had returned.

"Yeah." The symphony had returned.

"That's my beautiful man... pump those hips. Fuck my fist baby. Feels good
doesn't it?" She said before using her tongue to tease the underside of his
cock head again.

"Uh-huh," he panted between grunts.

"You be sure to warn me before you spurt, alright?" She could tell he was
getting close and curled her legs around the back of his ankles.

"Uh-huh." Hearing and seeing her lips mouth the word 'spurt,' gave him a
little thrill.

"Cuz, we don't want you making a big gooey mess on my favorite t-shirt."

"Nah." What t-shirt?

She paused for effect then looked up at him mischievously, "though I think
you'd enjoy making a big mess there, wouldn't you?" She let a chuckle roll,
causing him to shyly laugh along between breaths.

"Yeah, huh?" She teased.

He nodded sheepishly.

"You'd love to see all of your nasty mess land right here, huh?" she used her
free arm to cradle her massive bosom through her shirt. Her cleavage bulged
from the action.

"Oh God yeah," he grunted under his breath, more to himself, but she heard
him.

"Yeah, I thought so," she teased him, using her arm to bounce her heavy
breasts and smiled prettily up at him. Her shirt had a v-cut neck which now
strained to contain her plump cleavage. He stared down at her jiggling chest.
She loved the look of lust that enflamed his eyes.

"You want to squirt your mess all over my big tits don't you?" She hissed,
suddenly sounding very serious.

His hips suddenly began to lose their rhythm.

"Ohhhh," he breathed as spasms began to rock his large frame, then said: "Oh
my god... I... I... Joanna, I think I better stop..."

"Oh my, you're not going to squirt already are you baby?"

Kevin slowed his humping and tried to back peddle away from her but stopped
when he felt he would trip over her legs.

"I... I... I," he blathered.

"I thought you would have a little more control then that Kevin," she chided
him but continued to pump his cock in earnest.

"Joanna, I... I'm going to... need to... please...."

He wasn't sure if he was going to ask her to stop or help him finish. He
couldn't stop humping her hand, even though he knew he should. His arms
dangled uselessly at his sides, free to intervene but somehow rendered
immobile. The more he struggled, the more she held on and pumped her hand.
Rather then speed up or slow down, Joanna kept going at the same relentless
pace. She snaked an arm around his hips, hugging him close to make sure he
didn't fall backwards and hurt himself.

"Oh no!" Joanna feigned shock as she felt him start cresting.

"Ohhhh... Oh God!" Kevin moaned as he felt the chain reaction start deep in
his belly.

"Come hard for me sweetheart," she hissed under her breath, "give me all of
it."

His pathetic resistance finally collapsed as pleasure took over. His hips
involuntarily thrust his penis forward as far as it could go. Joanna slowed
her hand into cadence with his starting contractions and aimed his large
bulbous head at her face. The hot, slippery friction of her fingers finally
taking him over the edge.

"Uuuuuuh," Kevin moaned as his foreskin was pulled back once more and a large
strand of milky cum lurched forward from the head. To Joanna time seemed to
slow as his cum made strange and beautiful forms in the air, then landed hotly
on her chin and neck with an audible splat. Before it had time to run down,
Kevin grunted again and another hot sticky load was added to the first.

"Sorry," he tried to say, but nothing came out. His mouth gaped open as it
emitted one grunt after another and his cock recoiled and fired again and
again.

"So much!" Joanna exclaimed happily as his discharge ran down to her chest
where it soak her shirt. Indeed, she had never seen so much cum. Some of it
splattered on the slopes of her round bosom, but most of it was channeled
right into her cleavage and produced a stain further down under her breasts.

"Oh what a naughty boy!" She chided him with mock concern, never stopping her
pumping fist, as thick heavy dollops of cum also spilled over her small
feminine knuckles.

Once she felt she had made a large enough spectacle, she quickly sucked his
spurting member into her mouth and continued to milk him there. Unable to hold
back, Kevin grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face, truly fucking
her mouth like an unthinking animal. She willingly thrust her head onto his
turgid member and grabbed his hips to aid his violent, spasmodic thrusts into
her. Joanna felt all powerful, as her man lost control. She felt his cock
disgorge its load onto the back of her tongue and splatter her tonsils. This
was the thickest cock she had ever sucked, and loved the hot fullness it
provided at the depth of each inward thrust. They were both giddy with
pleasure as Kevin's contractions lessened and he finally finished spending
himself. He shivered as she used her tongue to clean the over-sensitive head
and finally let the shaft slowly slide out. She sucked as it slid out ending
with a comic popping sound. She licked her lips daintily and smiled up at her
young lover. Kevin stared blankly down at her and his gently bobbing hardness,
still high from post-orgasmic bliss. His legs suddenly began to buckle under
him.

"oh, oh, here you go sweetie," she cooed as she slowly aided him onto the bed.

Kevin was still panting heavily as she lifted his legs up onto the bed. His
eyes were blindly flickering across the room as he tried to regain his breath.
He just had the best orgasm of his life, and yet felt incredibly embarrassed.
Not only had she masturbated him, but he had dirtied her shirt even though she
had expressly told him not to. Kevin's eyes darted around the room and came to
rest on her. The beauty sitting next to him on the bed was making a show of
licking his cum off her fingers. Joanna saw him watching and smiled as she
licked, then drew some tissue from a Kleenex box on the nightstand and wiped
down her throat and chin.

"I, I'm so sorry!" he moaned once he had found his voice again.

"Don't worry about it," she chuckled good naturedly, "I wanted you to make a
mess." She had actually seen to it.

"But your t-shirt—you warned me..."

She looked down at herself at the mention of her t-shirt. She grabbed the hem
and pulled it taunt to show off the large 10 inch diameter stain his cum had
created on her belly—not to mention the lava-like dribbles and splatters on
the slopes of her bosom.

"Young men are so predictable," she laughed knowingly, "never have any
control."

Kevin finally realized that she had planned his messy explosion. Joanna had
manipulated his emotions as if he were a puppet on a string. It had felt so
liberating to loose control and let the inevitable happen, regardless of what
he thought he was or was not allowed to do. She had known this all along.

She leaned in the kiss him on the forehead, then his lips.

"Now why don't you take a nap and get your strength back while I go get
cleaned up."

Kevin did feel drowsy after his massive explosion, but was aware of how she
had not been pleasured during their encounter. He was very anxious to make a
good impression with her.

"I'm sorry I... before you could also..."

"Shhh... it's alright," she soothed.

He suddenly felt like he had used her for his own pleasure and ignored her
needs; he knew that's what she would think.

"But I want to... I can..." He was too shy to say he wanted to go down on her
and lick her to a climax.

"Oh, sweetheart," Joanna soothed him again, "you don't ever need to worry
about that with me, alright? Don't you worry about a thing; I'll make sure I
get what I need from you." She gave a sudden giggle, then quieted down and
said: "You just focus on feeling good for me, alright baby?"

Her words were some of the most erotic Kevin had ever heard. She was offering
him total guilt-free release. Not just sexually, but emotionally too. There
was no pressure, no expectations; Joanna would take care of everything. He
felt so content and free with her. No woman had ever offered him this sort of
complete peace before. Joanna watched him for a few moments as her words sunk
home.

"Just close your eyes and rest now," she said with a gentle finality that left
no room for debate.

Before he could say another word she had pulled up the bed covers over his
body so only his shoulders and head showed. Kevin once again felt strangely
child-like as this beautiful older woman practically "tucked him in." She sat
next to him and hugged his head to her as she petted his hair in a soft
maternal way. Joanna had taken offer her damp t-shirt, and he now felt a large
bra-encased breast press into his cheek as she gently rocked him.

"Just go to sleep honey, you're safe here with me" she repeated over and over.
Her voice had taken on strange sing-song quality. Her petting hand soothed him
and his eye lids slowly became unbearably heavy. "Mmmh, hmmm. That's a good
boy..."