Lioness on the hunt
Natalya was a stout woman of 38, though in the summer she looked even older because she wore worn-out "grandma's" dresses on her dacha plot. And who did she have to dress up for? She had kicked out her good-for-nothing husband two years ago and lived alone in the dacha house. The neighbors were as simple and uncomplicated as could be, mostly women with children.
But this year, everything suddenly changed. Her neighbor's grown-up son had come to visit. Natalya remembered him as a boy who used to run around with the other kids. Since then, he rarely visited in the summer, but now he had arrived. A university student, tall, with a bit of muscle. There was no fence between their plots, and Natalya caught herself barely able to look away when he carried boards, hauled dirt, watered the garden with a hose, and pulled off his T-shirt midway through the work. She pretended to be picking berries or sorrel, but she kept stealing glances at his sun-tanned torso and his jeans-clad rear. Sometimes he caught her looking, greeting her casually with, "Hello, Auntie Natasha!" to which she would coquettishly remark that he should have stopped calling her 'auntie' long ago. Though she was even starting to see a certain charm in it. She was attracted to his youth and innocence.
Natalya's moral principles weren't exactly unshakable. She saw nothing wrong with seducing a guy who was already of legal age. However, taking a critical look at her own figure, she concluded she had nothing to hook him with. She had large breasts and a big butt, but they were in a somewhat saggy state. Plus folds on her sides, roughened skin. How could she compete with his peers? But Natalya had already decided she would get him into bed at all costs; she just had to figure out how.
The opportunity presented itself fairly soon. She caught him smoking behind the neighbor's shed.
— Just don't tell Mom," he pleaded, stubbing out the cigarette.
— What a charmer," Natasha thought to herself, "A grown guy, hiding from his parents.
— I won't tell," she assured him, "But in return, you do me a favor.
— Oh yes, of course," he nodded immediately, "What can I do for you?
— Come by my place after dinner, I'll show you.
Pasha was glad he'd gotten off easy, not yet imagining what awaited him. And Natasha fluttered back to her place as if on wings. She took a shower, removed all unwanted hair, slathered herself in fragrant cream, styled her hair, put on a cute city dress that accentuated her breasts and hips. When the neighbor's son arrived, she greeted him with a bottle of wine.
— I get quite lonely here by myself. Keep me company?" Natasha said playfully.
She thought he might feel awkward, but he enthusiastically agreed to have a drink, settling on the sofa. He turned out to be quite talkative and entertained her with stories about life in Moscow. It seemed he also lacked close company at the dacha and he enjoyed how attentively she listened, laughed at his jokes, and was interested in his thoughts. Natasha didn't forget to keep pouring him wine, and the guy quickly got tipsy. She decided it was time to act.
— I noticed you rubbing your shoulder," she said, looking into his eyes, "Everything okay?
— Yeah, probably pulled it a bit while chopping wood," he replied casually.
— Oh, you shouldn't let that go, or it'll hurt for a long time. Let me.
He didn't object, and Natalya sat behind him, starting to knead his shoulders.
— I have an ointment that should definitely help!" she exclaimed, "I'll get it now, you get undressed in the meantime.
Natalya deliberately acted as if there was nothing unusual about her behavior, and the young man obeyed. Her "ointment" was ordinary massage oil, but she didn't show him the tube.
— Lie down, it'll be easier.
When he settled on the sofa, Natalya began giving him a massage. She rubbed his shoulders, arms, back, and lower back. Pasha clearly didn't object; he was enjoying it.
— You have a beautiful body," Natalya said softly, "Maybe you want a full massage?
— Full?" he asked, surprised, lifting his head.
— Yes. Take off your jeans, I'll show you.
She had arguments ready in case he started to protest, but Pasha obediently took off his jeans, remaining in his boxers. Without much thought, Natasha pulled those off too, revealing to her gaze his buttocks untouched by the sun. She began kneading them, restraining herself from sinking her teeth into them. After thoroughly massaging his thighs and legs, she told him to turn onto his back. Pasha obeyed again, covering his crotch with his hands.
— Come on, it's not like I haven't seen it before!" Natalya said cheerfully, "You used to run around naked at the river yourself.
— But that was a long time ago," he said, a little embarrassed.
Natasha ran her hands over his chest and abs, then moved his hands aside herself, massaging his lower abdomen and inner thighs. She didn't touch the guy's cock, but from the proximity of her palms, it rose. Then Natalya took it in her hand proprietarily and began stroking it, massaging his scrotum with her other hand. She looked at the young man's face. His eyelids were lowered, his mouth slightly open: it seemed he had decided to fully surrender to the sensations. His cock was already standing at its full, impressive length, and Natalya decided not to stand on ceremony any longer. Crouching down, she took him into her mouth and began to suck.
Natalya was very proud of herself. She had gotten her hands on the body of a young, attractive guy who was now melting under her touch, thrusting his hips forward and shuddering when she tickled his frenulum with her tongue. But that was only half the job. Interrupting the sweet torture, she pulled off her damp panties.
— Now you help me relax," she said, hiking up her skirt and kneeling on either side of his head, bringing her smooth, plump pussy close to his face.
— Auntie Natasha, maybe we shouldn't?" Pasha said hesitantly, trying to get away. "What a sly one!" Natasha thought, "He had no problem receiving pleasure, but returning the favor is apparently unpleasant for him.
— It's too late to back out now, Pashenka," she said tenderly, "Besides, I did you a favor, I didn't tell your mom you smoke, and you're refusing me such a small thing.
Her words had the desired effect. Pasha wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her closer and starting to lick.
— Yes, like that, my dear," she moaned, relaxing on his tongue. A wonderful reward for her confidence and creativity.
Natalya had already reached a peak of arousal while giving the blowjob, and now it only took her a few seconds to reach orgasm, moaning and sliding over the guy's face. Coming to her senses a bit, she looked over her shoulder and noticed he was jerking his cock.
— Isn't it a shame to make do with your hands?" Natasha asked coquettishly. She climbed off him and stood in front of him, slowly pulling off her dress and bra. She liked his lust-clouded gaze. At that moment, he didn't see her obvious flaws, only a naked woman ready for anything. Pasha quickly got up, pushing her toward the sofa and helping her get into a position on her knees. As soon as she leaned on the back of the sofa, he entered her from behind, making her moan.
— All grown up, boy," Natalya said languidly, wanting to tease him a little. But soon she had no time for that, dissolving in the sensations.
Pasha didn't last long, soon pulling out sharply and dirtying her buttocks. But that wasn't enough for Natalya. She began licking his cock until he got hard again and entered her once more. This time they were face to face, and she quickly reached her climax, admiring his features and catching his hot breath. He continued to fuck her in different positions, and she completely melted into sweet bliss. Natasha was pleased. She just needed to start this mechanism, and now it worked tirelessly, giving her orgasm after orgasm.
When they had both had their fill of pleasure, he settled next to her on the sofa, putting an arm around her. Natasha smiled, brushing a sweat-dampened lock of hair from his forehead.
— You should go, or your parents must be wondering where you are," she said softly but insistently, starting to get dressed.
— Natalya..." he began, but she interrupted.
— Keep in mind, this was a one-time deal," Natasha said, "No need to repeat it.
He agreed and started pulling on his clothes. But she knew perfectly well what she was doing.
Just a couple of days later, Pasha showed up at her doorstep again with a bottle of wine, and she graciously let him in, pretending she didn't want any continuation. But after a while, she "gave in," first making him work hard with his tongue and fingers to get a response from her. Now she had finally transformed from neighbor Auntie Natasha into a desired woman. And even though nothing serious could be discussed, the summer promised to be very bright.