Thread: Guidance (MILF, Virgin Teen, Seduction,Dominance)

Guidance Sipping your herbal tea you look out at him, watching as he moves back and forth across your lawn, pushing the lawnmower. What a change you saw in him from only a few years ago. As he was hitting puberty, you were convinced he would die a virgin, but now he seemed to be blooming nicely for a young teen. The acne had cleared up, the braces came off and he was starting to grow a tiny bit taller and firmer not much but the signs were there. He was actually going to develop into a fine catch some day. Not quite yet, but he was certainly already handsome in a cute innocent boyish way. He was still very shy, partly because he had been awkward and gangly for so long, and partly because his father had been a super jock, type A personality who rarely disguised his disappointment in the boy. You enjoyed these long days, him mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool, doing some sort of housework. Having him eagerly work for you was fun, as you knew he had harboured a bit of a boyhood crush on you back when he was a child. You had assumed he had outgrown it, until you caught him checking you out once or twice. You did not confront him, and he did not know you caught him. Had he been a full grown man you might have given him a glare, but you understood and part of you found it a bit cute. You started finding more reasons to bring him around the house to do work, and you also started wearing slightly more revealing clothing. Nothing blatantly obvious you didn't want him or anyone else to know you were teasing the boy. Eventually watching and teasing him had not been enough and you had to move to physical contact. Getting him to rub some moisturizer on your back and shoulders, claiming you couldn't reach as you strained to control the delicious smirk wanting to burst out at how this tortured the poor boy. Eventually you got neck rubs, foot rubs, as you watched the poor dear squirm awkwardly to prevent you from seeing the bulge in his shorts. From there you progressed to accidentally brushing him with your fingers as you patted him on the thigh encouragingly. You actually felt sorry for him a few times when he left, when you could see that he could hardly walk due to his erection. You were quite certain that the instant he got home he ran to his room to relieve himself. Of course you couldn't resist stepping up the game. One time while trying on a bathing suit conveniently just as he showed up, you asked for some help. You claimed to be worried about cellulite on the backs of your thighs and brought him into your room, asking him to check. You knew there was no cellulite but you wanted to make him check. As he stood behind you, looking at the back of your thighs as the material of the bikini clung perfectly to your ass, you could sense his discomfort. Asking about stretch marks you bent forward, and with your legs slightly parted you knew full well he could see the outline of your sex pressing against the material of your bikini. It was so hard to keep a straight face and not let on that you knew full well the effect you were having on him. The poor boy was probably terrified that you would realize how aroused he was, and he had no clue that this was your intention. You sent him out to mow the lawn limping awkwardly, as you tried not to burst out laughing. Later you brought him in and asked him to look at a few dresses you were considering returning to the store. You brought him into your room and sat him on the bed before heading into the ensuite bathroom to change. Of course there was a mirror in there that he could see, and depending on where you stood in the bathroom, he could catch glimpses of you. From time to time while changing, he caught glimpses of you clad in bra and panties. One time you walked out by surprise and saw his head snap away from staring at the bathroom mirror, as he blushed nervously, convinced he had been busted. You played innocent and pretended not to notice. Eventually this lead to you trying on some bathing suits, which of course required you to get fully nude in the bathroom. Again you were careful not to give him too much of a show, just glimpses as you occasionally moved into position. His torment must have been unendurable as he got several glimpses of your breasts, your bare buttocks and even your trimmed bush. The hilarious part was when you were done you managed to keep a straight face while both thanking him and apologising for asking to do this. Most men hate shopping with ladies, so I'm sure you had better ways to spend your day than watching your moms friend trying on clothes.. When he swallowed and assured you it was 'no problem' you almost burst out laughing but held up the facade, telling him how sweet he was, caressing his face and then hugging him when he stood and kissing him on the cheek in a non-sexual affectionate type of way. You definitely felt something pressing against your thigh. OK, back to work you you said playfully as you sent him out to clean the pool. You couldn't help but notice a small wet spot in the front of his shorts. You could tell he was also aware of it, and mortified, hoping you didn't notice. You pretended not to notice. You toyed with him like this for weeks, but eventually found that your own excitement was starting to rise when you played this game with him, and you started allowing your fingers to glide between your legs sometimes after sending him away. You wanted to make a move, but also knew that doing so would be crossing a serious line. If anyone were to find out about you doing such a thing....well that was just something you did not want to have happen. Still, his adoration of you, his innocence just waiting to be soiled. You found yourself becoming increasingly excited at the thought of all the things you could teach him, and the total control you could have over him. Heck, you could even manipulate full grown career men in positions of power with your sexual charms. This innocent young boy.....well he would be as defenceless as a baby lamb in the presence of a cougar, no pun intended. You couldn't resist. One day you had brought him to your room, asking him for some more 'help' and in no time you sat him on the bed, and started asking him personal questions. He blushed when you asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he looked away as he said no. Feeling a bit mean you then asked him if he had ever kissed a girl, knowing full well what the answer would be. You of course countered with all kinds of flattery, telling him how handsome he was and how you could tell he was starting to work out. Then you blindside him, by telling him how sexy and hot you thought he was. You kept a straight face as he blushed, smiled and fumbled awkwardly for words. As he opened his mouth to try to mumble a response, you cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. You intended for it to be done so suddenly and bluntly as you wanted him to be caught off guard. His eyes were wide as pie plates as your mouth locked on his, and your tongue explored his mouth. You kissed him passionately for almost a half an hour, your hands roaming his torso, as he tried to control his breathing. You wondered if it was possible for someone his age to have a heart attack from severe sexual excitement. At one point as you kissed him, your hand started gliding up his thigh, towards the bulge in his shorts, and just as your fingers were about to brush over it, you stopped, broke the kiss and said that you should stop. If I don't stop now, I'll lose all control and rape you! you said, looking at the shocked expression on his face, as you sent him out to do yard work, slapping him on the butt as he left. Before he went home that day, you explained to him how important it was that this remained our little secret. Part of you was nervous as he left, worried that his mother would storm over in a fury to confront you, but he kept it a secret. You couldn't wait to destroy everything that was innocent and pure in the boy. Your little make out sessions happened regularly, as you progressively upped the game. The first time he saw you shirtless, you let him caress your breasts, and even kiss them as the boy trembled with excitement. It wasn't long before you allowed him to have access to your tender female parts. One day without anything by way of warning or buildup, you simply walked up to him wearing a dress with no panties and without even saying hi you grabbed his hand and pulled it between your legs. The poor dear looked like he would have a heart attack when you did that and he felt for the first time in his life what a woman feels like 'down there'. Quickly you guided his fingers to the right places and began to grind against his hand, using it as a sex toy while he sat there stupefied, feeling your soft wet flesh as you moaned and whined, gyrating your hips while holding his wrist. It did not take long until you quivered in orgasm, clamping your thighs tightly on his hand as the climax ripped through you causing you to emit a high pitched erotic squeal. As soon as it passed you let go of his hand and sent him to work as though what had happened was perfectly normal. You loved being that spontaneous with him. Oral was an inevitability. Such youthful innocence simply had to end up with its face between your thighs. It was a particularly heated make out session where the two of you ended up fully naked. Rather than lay on your back and coax his face between your thighs you realized that you had to take command. Despite all the big talk most men engage in, humans invariably have an aversion to sticking their faces in another person's crotch, even with grown men so this young guy would clearly have reservations. This is why you didn't ask. With him on his back you simply moved yourself into position straddling his face and then lowered yourself to smother his objections before he could articulate them. With a little guidance you had him using that tongue quite nicely on your feminine tissue. Due to his inexperience his technique was lacking, however the sheer excitement of the moment, with those big innocent eyes staring up at you as you ground yourself into his mouth had you quivering with excitement. To make this shy, pure and innocent boy do something so dirty and depraved was sinfully delicious. When your climax overtook you, it literally vibrated through your bones. You were hooked on the defilement of this innocent boy. Oral became the new standard. Teasing him with the promise of taking his virginity once he learned to orally please you to your standard, you encouraged him to improve his oral technique. It's not that you didn't want to fuck him, because you would be damned if anyone else took the cubs cherry you just wanted to make him earn it. He would not reach climax until you had actual intercourse with him, and that would not be for some time. First you would train him to be perfect at orally pleasuring a lady. The way you saw it you were doing him a favour. Growing up in a world where all kids get to win just for trying because their 'self esteem' was so important left them with no ability to aspire to higher levels of achievement. This would teach him a little bit about what it means to earn your goals, and would give him tongue skills that would make him irresistible to ladies in the future. In fact he should have been paying you. With guidance and gentle mentorship, you trained him regularly in the art of oral sex, always making him give it to you, not the other way around. Why would you ever put your face down there? He needed you, not the other way around. If he ever wanted to know what it felt like to feel a woman's insides clasping his manhood, he would simply have to meet your oral standards....and your standards were very high. It could take months before he was up to par, but fortunately for him you were more than willing to give him hours of practice and personal guidance. You certainly didn't mind these regular training sessions with the darlings innocent face between your thighs. You would cum multiple times a day, leaving his face dripping wet and your taste permanently in his mouth. It was delicious having this kind of power. Most men would require reciprocal gratification, but not him. He was so desperate to please you, he never raised objection to the fact that he was always leaving unsatisfied despite your multiple orgasms. Simply by taking his earlobe between your thumb and forefinger, you could guide him around the house and make him do literally anything to please you. It was great to end a day sexually exhausted, while seeing him limp away just about ready to burst. Some days you wore exotic lingerie, and made him slowly peel it all of like he was opening some great gift. Other times you just pounced in him raw and dirty without even so much as a kiss for foreplay. Sometimes you even had him run you baths or give you massages first, but the end was always the same you screaming in orgasm with his face jammed into your vagina. Sometimes on your back, with him kneeling face down other times with you straddling him, cowgirl style or reverse cowgirl, and sometimes with you face down with your butt in the air and him coming at you from behind with his nose in your butt cheeks. It always ended with you squealing in a high pitched voice as his tongue pleasured you to climax. The desperate hope that you would someday allow him to seek gratification between your thighs with your pussy grasping his erection keeps him motivated. Anyway enough with the past, and let's focus on the present. He comes in, slightly sweaty as you stand there in your sexy lingerie. Gently grabbing his bottom lip, you lead him to the room. He knows what you expect, and starts removing your garments one at a time. Upon rendering you naked, he kneels before you and starts kissing your feet. and works his way up, until he is breathing on your bush, kissing your pubis as those adorable innocent eyes stare up at you lovingly. He was so adorable. Laying back on the bed, you spread your legs widely to allow him access. You are already dripping wet, your inner thighs trembling with anticipation as he crawls into position and lowers his face towards your flower. Grasping his hair dominantly, you hold your possession firmly as he opens his mouth to do your bidding. As you feel his soft tongue make contact with your sex, you fight to restrain a cry as you don't want him to get over confident just yet. As he goes to work with his tongue, showing he has learned all the lessons you taught him, and waves of pleasure radiate through your body from between your legs as the boy lovingly laps your flesh, you close your eyes and let your body go limp while he pleasures you........................it's going to be a lovely day To be continued...............