Old Ladies, Thongs, & Cookie Trays

Dean felt a great amount of shame, knowing how bad it looked that this explosive jack-off session came in such close proximity to seeing Edna again and laying eyes upon her juicy body. He shouldn't be jacking off to thoughts of some old lady. He should be jacking off to thoughts of big breasted young women, like the girls he used to hook up with in college. Well, actually, he probably should be jacking off to thoughts of his wife. His sweet, pretty, lovely wife, who was so funny and so kind. She had such a great personality. That's why he married her. He was a married man, so thoughts of his wife should be what made him cum hard at this point, not this scheming older woman. He would just have to really focus to push Edna out of his brain as much as possible, forget about her, and try to refocus on Pamela and their new life together.

But fate was not on his side.

First, there was a big neighborhood BBQ planned, to welcome all these new people into the neighborhood, the people from Dean's company. It was organized by, who else, Edna. And there was really no avoiding it. Luckily, he was never really put into a situation where he had to interact with Edna. The whole thing was so busy that neither he nor Pam had to ever deal with her, thank goodness. He quickly met up with some of his friends off to the side and enjoyed the festivities. But, this did allow him to observe Edna at work.

She went down the line of people bringing in food, thanking them. She was guiding people around deftly, and people were eagerly following her commands. Men were eagerly following her commands. Lifting heavy plates of food around, cooking things just the way she wanted, following her every word, bending over backwards to do what she wanted. It was uncanny how good she was at making men do what she wanted. At one point, when a man about Dean's age came up behind Edna to help lift up a heavy tray of food, he could have sworn he saw Edna grind her ass into his crotch. But maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see.

Beyond that, Dean watched her chatting with various couples. With some of them, while the wife gabbed with Edna, the men seemed disinterested in the conversation, gazing at Edna's sundress clad body, which looked nice and appropriate, while showing off a fair amount of her large breasts and showcasing the nice round shape of her ass. It was as if she was seducing them just by her mere presence.

In others, the men seemed way too into the conversation, while their wives looked on, unsure. The men seemed to chat with Edna like they would someone their own age, and Edna reciprocated by some pretty clear flirting. Even from far away, Dean could see it, the way she would push out her chest, or play with her hair, or affectionately touch these younger men. Some of these wives looked at Edna with confusion, not understanding why their men seemed so engaged with this old lady. There couldn't possibly be anything going on there... right? No, no, they were young and cute, and this other woman was, like, older than their mothers. No, no. Impossible. So, despite their confusion and consternation, they weren't that worried. This old lady was no threat to them, right?

Dean had to wonder... had she done it to all these other guys too? Had she worked her magic? Were they all as enraptured with her as Dean was? What was it about her? How had all these men become so taken in by her? She was just some old lady! Sure, she had massive boobs, and a mouth-watering ass, and her confidence was very attractive, but there was something about her that seemed beyond all that. It was as if she had the whole neighborhood under her spell. She had her claws in everyone it seemed. She controlled the men with her hot body and confident sexuality, and maybe Dean was just the next in line to fall under her spell.

There were other couples too, and their interactions with Edna seemed rather strange. It was as if their interaction was one-on-one between Edna and the husband, with the wife a little to the side, being unobtrusive. These wives didn't try to interject, try to feel included in the conversation. They would just let Edna and their husband do their thing and try not to get in their way. Both Edna and the husbands would, quite simply, ignore them. When around Edna, these young pretty wives didn't matter anymore. Dean couldn't help but wonder how they got so pacified. Were they just shy, or was there something else going on here? Dean couldn't help but let his mind drift. Was something going on between these various husbands and Edna? Did these wives know? Had these wives been subdued in the face Edna's overwhelming sexuality? Or was it something deeper? Had something happened, including all three of them, something beyond a standard affair that led to the wife becoming so passive when confronted by Edna? Something so wrong and so humiliating for the wife that she couldn't even raise her eyes and face the woman who had stolen her husband's attention.

Dean's cock was throbbing in his pants.

He had to stop letting himself think like this. He had to just forget about Edna. He tried his best to ignore her, just focus on his friends and enjoy the delicious food. But as soon as he realized the food he was enjoying at the moment was, in fact, more of Edna's delicious cookies, he lost his appetite.

After this, he did his best to not put himself into a situation where he might even accidentally come across her. And he did a good job, at least for a little bit. But as hard as he tried, it ended up being all for naught.

And it all came back to that fucking cookie tray Edna had given them.

That damn cookie tray was gonna be the doom of him. It really was. The couple had finished off the tray of cookies pretty quickly, and since then, Pam had deemed it his duty to return the tray to Edna. Dean had hemmed and hawed, like any husband would, but when his wife got more insistent and impatient, Dean had gotten mad about it, asking why it was his job. Dean couldn't tell her about Edna and why he didn't want to see her again, it was too awkward, and he knew that Pam was very possessive of him. So, they got into an argument instead.

This was Edna's effect on the loving couple. She had the two spouses fighting, and she had the husband spilling his thick cum to thoughts of her on a regular basis. Keeping it away from his wife, spilled in honor of this tempting older woman. If Edna knew the effect she was having on them, she would no doubt smirk.

Eventually, the frostiness between the couple became too much, and Dean finally relented, taking the stupid cookie tray into his car to give it back to Edna. Dean had planned it all out. He didn't want to see Edna again, or even get close, so he figured he would just stash the tray on her front step, or in her mailbox or something. He didn't have to see her, and once this damn tray was out of his possession, he would be done with her forever.

He eventually pulled up at a house on the far side of the neighborhood, parking on the street to avoid grabbing any attention. Once he got out of his car, tray in hand, he realized that one of Pam's friends lived right across the street. But no one seemed to be around, which pleased Dean. No one was watching and would think something was up. The driveway was empty, but he didn't want to take any chances. He walked up to Edna's house quietly, moving towards the front stoop, looking to quietly lean the tray up against the door and just walk away. He had done a good job, not making a sound, putting his best ninja skills to work, but just as he bent over to set the tray down, the door opened, sending a cold chill through him. He looked up to see the object of his fantasies standing before him. Edna stood, hands on her hips, looking down at him with a warm smile on her face.

"Oh, honey, you could have just knocked!" Edna said with a laugh.

"Oh, uh, I, uh, didn't want to disturb you," he stammered, caught off-guard, looking up past her massive, jutting rack up to her smiling face. She looked like a normal older woman, wearing a nice, stylish light-blue top with a pair of tight, fashionable jeans. She had an apron wrapped around her front, as if he had interrupted her from baking. She looked at him like all was normal, as if she didn't warn him days prior to not fantasize about fucking her, before shaking her ass at him, exposing her tiny underwear in the process. No, she looked at him like he was a normal guy that lived in the neighborhood.

"Nonsense, dear, I'm always happy to talk to my new friends!" she said warmly, slapping her flour covered hands on her apron. "You don't have to just stand there, hon. Come on in!" she invited, stepping to the side, allowing him passage. Not knowing what else to do, he stepped inside.

"You brought this tray back just in time!" she said jovially as she led him towards the kitchen. Keeping a skeptical eye on the older woman, he began to wonder if he had gone crazy. Had that whole thing with Edna actually happened? She was acting normal, like nothing had happened. Did it happen, or did his twisted mind conjure something out of thin air? Dean was truly beginning to doubt his own judgment.

"Another new couple just moved in down the street, so I'll clean this one up, load it up, and give it to them. This one..." Edna said, pushing another plate of treats towards him with a smile. "...is for you guys."

"Oh, uh, that's not necessary, really," Dean replied. He was happy enough to be done with the last tray.

"Did you not like the last batch?" she asked, with that trademarked raised eyebrow. His cock stiffened in his pants. "I thought I was a good cook..."

"Uh, yeah, they were good. They were. But, uh... you don't need to put yourself out for us," Dean told her.

"Nonsense!" Edna replied, laughing. "Trust me, I'm always cooking up something." She said with a vague, knowing tone. Sliding a tray of cookies into the oven, she stepped back, undid her apron, hung it on a hook, and moved to the sink, washing her hands. As she did, Dean couldn't stop himself from staring at her mammoth tits, jiggling beneath her tight blouse as she washed her hands. And while the top would be decent on most women, the immense size of her rack caused the slim top to show off some skin, and display a perfect amount of cleavage.

'Stop it,' Dean told himself.

"Well, uh, okay," Dean said, not knowing what else to do, gathering the cookie tray in his hands. Edna looked at him warmly for a few moments before he spoke up again. "I can't stay too long," he interjected. He had never felt this nervous around a woman before.

"Come now, dear, at least let me know a little about you and Pam," Edna said brightly, still acting perfectly normal. "I mean, we share a neighborhood. We're practically family now..."

"Uh, well, I, uh..." Dean stammered. Why couldn't he just get it together and act normal? What was wrong with him? He had never been like this before.

"Honey, there's no need to be nervous," Edna said, her tone friendly. "I just wanted to..." she began, before a realization flashed across her face. "Oh, honey... you didn't?" she asked, her smile darkening.

"What?" Dean asked, confused. She began nodding knowingly.

"You fantasized about having sex with me, didn't you?" she accused, her voice like silk as she accused him.

"What! No!" Dean affirmed, but he was slightly relieved that he wasn't completely crazy.

"Honey, I told you not do that!" She scolded him. He felt small beneath her accusations.

"I... I... I..." he stammered, unable to conjure up a decent lie.

"I said it would mess you up! I told you that thinking about sex with me was too hot for a young man like you to handle. Why would you just go and do it anyway?" Edna asked, an unhappy look on her face, her nails strumming on the countertop. But despite this apparent annoyance, Dean couldn't help but notice her nipples stiffening beneath her top.

"Well, you didn't have to accuse me of it before I even knew you!" Dean replied. Those thick, hard nipples were calling to him from under her blouse. Begging him to look. But he couldn't. He had to defuse this, and fast.

"Dean, I can't tell you how many times young men like yourselves, young married men, would come to my door within weeks of meeting me, begging for my loving touch," Edna replied. "I just figured it would be best to cut that whole thing off quickly..."

"Did that involve shaking your ass at me and showing off your tiny little thong?" Dean accused.

"I can't help your dirty mind from seeing what you clearly wanted to see. That happens to be my normal gait," Edna replied, giving him a pointed look as her nipples throbbed beneath her top.

"And the thong?" Dean asked.

"Well..." she began with a small smirk, "I can't help what looks good on me," Edna stated. Looking at Dean, she stepped forward, slightly upset, leaning over the counter. "I don't know what it is about me that drives you young guys crazy. I swear, I think I've made more dicks hard in the last few years than some women have in a lifetime. Why do you think that is, Dean? Is it my tits?" She stepped around the counter and began approaching him, cupping her large, full breasts, bouncing them in her palms, squeezing them lightly. "Do you like my big tits, Dean? Is that it?" she asked. He stepped back as she approached.

"Uh..." Dean stammered, unable to resist the urge now that he was being invited to stare. He couldn't help but gaze at her chest. Her top was decent, but it did show off some skin. Her pale, creamy skin bulged over the edges of the top as she squeezed them, and her cleavage looked so inviting. He couldn't help but think about how soft and squeezable her breasts looked. They looked so big, and so firm, and so, so soft. Those nipples were still throbbing with need, calling out to him, holding his attention. He couldn't look away.

"Is it my butt?" she asked, her voice low. She stopped and turned around, pointing her ass at the married man. Her jeans hugged her curvy rear end, showing off the round, perky cheeks. "My friends are so jealous of my great ass," she boasted. "Do you think my ass is sexy, Dean?" she asked, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow. As she bent over, her top rose up, exposing her lacy black thong to his eyes once more. Seeing a thong on this older woman, it was just... despite himself, he had to admit, the contrast was amazingly sexy.

"I, uh..." he stammered, stunned by this whole thing. Before he knew it, she had turned around and stepped in front of him, putting her hand on his chest.

"So, tell me, Dean, what was it for you?" she asked in a heated whisper. He stepped back, as if burned by her touch. She simply smirked. "What was it about me that made you fantasize?" she asked, stalking him like an approaching demoness. "What made you dream about having sex with me? What really drove you crazy? What was it that really made you burst with pleasure?" she asked, hammering down his defenses relentlessly.

Dean was normally such a confident and calm person, especially around women. But this one, Edna... he was completely intimidated by her. Something about her just terrified him. He didn't know how to handle her. And when she put her hand on his chest once again, a cold shiver passed through him, he froze in place, knowing he was unable to escape.

"I don't know..." he croaked out, looking away from her. "I can't explain it."

"But you haven't been able to stop?" she asked with her calm, mature, knowing voice.

"No... I'm supposed to think about my wife, but I... I can't stop thinking about you," he replied, admitting the truth. For a moment, her kind, warm façade dropped, revealing an almost evil smirk, but it passed quickly. "I don't know what it is, but I can't stop myself..."

"You keep imagining me taking your wife's place?" she asked calmly. Knowingly.

"Yes," he admitted, unable to look at her as he made this admission.

"Underneath you... naked?"

"Yes."

"My legs wrapped around you?"

"Yes."

"Your married cock buried in my mature cunt?"

"Yes."

"My big tits in your hands?"

"Yes."

"Your lips against mine?"

"Yes."

"Since the day we met, has every single load you've fired from that dirty married prick belonged to me, and not your wife?"

Dean met her knowing gaze, shocked that she could so thoroughly read his dirty thoughts, and answered.

"Yes," he repeated. She again let that knowing, confident, wicked smirk cross her plump lips.

"Why did you come here today, Dean? And don't even try to pretend it was because this is about some fucking cookie tray!" she demanded, with a smile on her face, but venom in her words, her language shocking him.

"I... I... I..." he stammered, unable to admit the truth.

"Oh honey..." Edna said softly, smiling, her harsh tone disappearing, replaced by a warm smile. She put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed them gently. "Don't act like a boy. You're a man. An attractive man. A married man. Tsk, tsk." She said, shaking her finger mockingly. "We both know why you came here. We both know why you haven't left yet. We both know why you're about to spend a lot of time here... Me and you are about to have sex." Hearing these words from this woman he had been fantasizing about made his already stiffening dick become as hard as steel.

"Edna! Um, really, that's not..." Dean stammered, but she cut to the chase.

"You came here because you want me to dominate you," Edna explained sternly, her calm dominance pushing all the right buttons. He had never been this turned on, as insane as this situation was. "You want me to take over your life! You want to cheat on your wife with me, don't you, you filthy boy? Answer me!"

"I, uh, I..." he began, before jumping at the sound of a timer going off. Her eyes narrowed at him as she stepped back, put on an oven mitt, and retrieved the freshly baked cookies, setting them down on the counter and slamming the oven door shut. As she moved around, she began speaking.

"I don't know what it is about young guys now-a-days," she began, not even looking at him. "I don't know if it's because I'm the one experiencing it firsthand, or if you young guys are just getting filthier, but... you all get these young, pretty wives, who you should be happy with, but you never are. You always want more. You marry these young, sweet girls, but in the end, you always crave that older, nasty pussy. Mature forbidden cunt! I swear, I come to your house, bearing gifts, being as nice as I can be, and all you can do is check out my tits, stare at my ass, and fantasize about doing filthy things to me and my hot body! Turning me into a sex object in your dirty little mind!" She tossed aside the oven mitt and turned to face him, her hands on her hips, this motion making her big boobs jiggle.

He felt small underneath her gaze, and he didn't know what to do. Even though she had instigated all this, she had flipped it back on him, making him feel at fault. Making him feel like he was to blame. And at this point, she had almost convinced him. He couldn't deny what he was feeling. He couldn't deny how he was behaving. Despite how wrong it felt, he couldn't stop checking out her tits every chance he got, those hard nipples calling to him.

"Hmmm..." she said, studying the married man while thinking things over, letting her eyes travel up and down his body. "I can't lie, I feel our connection, too. I must confess, I have been thinking about fucking your brains out. Tying you down to my bed and riding your fat married cock while your clueless little wife waits at home. Pleasuring every inch of that big, thick married dick with my tight, wet pussy, riding it again and again and again till you fall madly in love with me and forget about your wife completely. Your hands all over my skin, my big tits bouncing all over the place... it would just be perfect! Even though I'm probably older than your mom, our sexual chemistry is undeniable. You have to admit Dean, we would be an amazing couple!" she said to him with a wicked, knowing grin.