Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Madam will be down shortly," Glenda heard Hilda say as she stepped out of her bedroom onto the landing. She saw Brad disappear into the study.

Glenda started down the stairs. The more the brunette tried to pull herself together, however, the more she felt her dignity and coolness disappearing. Her clit began to burn like a flaming jewel. Each step down the stain added to the friction of her cuntal surfaces rubbing against her clit-tip. The throbbing in her pussy seemed to rob her of her strength. Her twatlips were red and hot.

Glenda felt worse as she reached the bottom of the stairs and walked slowly toward the study. She was tempted to ask Hilda to accompany her. But that would be an insult to her self-respect. She could handle herself. She was a mature woman. If she wanted to, she could face the hot, young, vital Brad Graham with a cool, sexless eye and stare him down mercilessly.

Glenda kept telling herself this as she reached forward with icy cold, trembling fingers and pushed open the doors to the study.

"Mrs. Williams," Brad said, smiling sheepishly at her as Glenda walked in briskly and closed the door behind her.

The brunette refused to look at the young boy as she moved gracefully behind the large wooden desk in front of the English manor-style window and opened the top drawer. Drawing out a large green ledger book, Glenda opened it up to the last page and traced her right forefinger down a row of figures. She concentrated on the statements of salaries of her employees, even though the woman sensed that Brad was aroused by her presence.

"Brad, I'm glad you called my attention to your salary. Actually, my lawyer Mr. Duncan's been taking care of everyone's pay. But I see that yours is far below the rest of the staff. I'll have a talk with him tomorrow," Glenda said, closing the ledger book with a loud snap and shoving it back in the top drawer. Glenda stood behind the desk, looking and almost feeling as cold and businesslike as the characters Joan Crawford used to play.

"Mrs. Williams, I really didn't come up here just for a talk about my salary," the boy said, flushing furiously.

Glenda felt her heart suddenly skip a beat, then pound wildly in her chest. Her brain started buzzing again as she felt her knees turn to rubber. Sexual lust raced through her body as she leaned against the desk and stared hotly at the blushing boy. Her cool went right out the window.

"I don't understand, Brad," Glenda said, surprised that her voice sounded so low and husky. Any nincompoop could tell that she was a bitch in heat just from the throaty tone of her speech.

"I-I mean that, well, nothing," the boy stammered, looking nervously down at his feet and digging his fingers into his sides. His shyness fired up Glenda like a flaming piece of dry bush. She wanted to reach out and run her fingers through his long, straight black hair.

"Go on," she said a little imperiously, trying to ignore the steady pulsing itch in her cunt.

"It's just that I don't like working with Mr. Becker," the boy blurted out.

"Why? He's a very capable horse handler," Glenda said, moving around to the front of the desk.

"I know. But I don't like him," Brad admitted, still looking down at the floor.

"How old are you, Brad?" Glenda found herself asking him. God, what a stupid question! She felt like the wicked witch of the North seducing a schoolboy.

"Nineteen." Brad said, looking up from the floor and into Glenda's dancing blue eyes. She felt her heart leap up to her throat as she detected the same lust she felt in the boy's eyes. He covered it up better than she did. But it was there. All she had to do was reach out and touch him and ten…

"Well, that's nice," Glenda said, catching herself in time as she started to turn away. "You'd better get back, or Mr. Becker will wonder where you are."

"I can't!" Brad suddenly blurted out. Glenda at first didn't know what he was talking about. Then she felt the boy's strong fingers on her right arm. They spun her around quickly. One look into Brad's eyes and she knew that he was talking about his restraint.

"Don't, oh please don't, Brad," Glenda moaned as she felt his hands crawl around her narrow waist. She felt as lifeless as a dish rag as the boy drew her closely to him. Her big tits pressed against his heaving chest as his thick, sensuous lips closed down over her opened mouth. Glenda let the boy touch her wherever he wanted to as she drank in his tongue and spittle. She wanted him to crush her, destroy her body with his as she pound hotly against him. He pulled off his mouth and looked at her like some sex-crazed wildman.

"Fuck me, fuck me," the woman moaned shamelessly as Brad slid his hands down to her buttocks and squeezed her firm, well-rounded flesh. His ass-rubbing added to the friction against her fully-erect clit.

The moaning brunette tilted her head back, opening her mouth and letting out little gasps and sighs of delight as she felt the partly-lit room winning around wildly. Her legs trembled and threatened to give way as trickles of hot cunt-juice seeped past the leg band of her briefs and oozed down her hot thighs.

Brad pulled away from Glenda, reaching up and starting to unbutton his white, slightly soiled shirt. He shrugged his shirt off quickly, revealing a broad, hairy chest that looked as if it belonged to a man of twenty-five instead of to a boy of nineteen.

Glenda sucked in a ragged breath as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. As Brad bent down to slip off his loafers, the brunette lifted off her dress. The material pulled up her titties, letting them slap down noisily against her sweaty chest as she tossed the dress on top of the desk.

She was standing half naked in front of the boy now. The excitement building up in her cunt and belly was indescribable. She felt so deliciously cheap and adventurous, standing like this in the middle of her study being pawed by the stable boy. Every nerve ending in her body begged for the boy's touch.

"I want you so bad…" Glenda admitted shamelessly as she reached up and pinched both nipples of her pendulous titties.

Brad walked up to her, reaching down and starting to pull down her panties.

"Leave them on, please. Just for now," Glenda said, enjoying the wet silky feel of the material against her puffy labes.

She reached down and unzipped his fly, moaning as she pushed his pants down over his hips. Her fingers shook with excitement. His muscular, hairy legs contrasted with the bright white cotton of his tight-fitting jockey shorts. There was a long, tubular bulge just behind the fly flap of Brad's jockeys.

Glenda inhaled sharply again as she noticed the size of the boy's cock. She thought that Carl's was big. But this boy's could measure up with the one that dangled from between Destroyer's hindquarters.

"Oh God, I've wanted you for a long time, Mrs. Williams," Brad said as he slid his fingers wider his shorts and pulled them down.

Glenda didn't say anything as she heard the quick rub of cotton over his thighs. She felt something hot touching the wet nylon front of her panties. Brad kicked his shorts across the floor, then reached around her waist and hugged her body close.

Glenda sighed and groaned when she felt the long, thick shaft of the boy's dick press against her rumbling pussy.

"Oh, it feels sooooo good," the woman said, rubbing her body back and forth across Brad's. She could feel the full, fat dick tip poking teasingly at her nylon-covered pussylips with every move she made.

Glenda opened her eyes and watched Brad. The boy started to sink to the floor, dragging Glenda down with him. Soon they were lying on the carpet. The brunette felt the scratchy piling tickling her hot flesh as Brad crawled all over her hunching body. Every inch of her skin was on fire with lust. It had been almost a year since she'd fucked a man. Now, the dam was broken, and every last piece of desire she'd bottled up rushed over her body.