Matt and the Cougars Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Matt and the Cougars Ch. 04 by Frederick Carol,Frederick Carol All characters involved in sexual activities are 18 or older* * * * *I was up first next day, and brewed a pot of coffee. I poured a mug for Mom and took it up to her, wafting the coffee mug near her nose. The smell of fresh coffee duly woke her and I grinned at her as I set it down on her bedside cabinet and she heaved herself into a sitting position. Ah, yes. Gorgeous, naked Mom.

“Morning, pretty tits,” I said, grinning. She stuck her tongue out at me and reached for the coffee.

“Morning, son. What time is it?”

“Almost nine. I would have let you sleep on but you said you wanted to get some nibbles for this afternoon.”

“Let me finish my coffee and take a shower, then I’ll have some breakfast and get myself away.”

“Okay, Mom, see you downstairs in a little while.”

Shower and breakfast were done in forty minutes, and it was only a few minutes after eleven when she backed her car off the drive and set off to drive the mile or so to the mini-mart., and she was back again forty minutes after she’d left.

I was upstairs in my room when Mom got back and I finished my email check before going down to join her in the living room, giving her a quick, hot kiss, returned in kind.

“Hi, son,” she said when we broke the kiss. “I got you a chili chicken sandwich for lunch, okay?”

“Very okay, Mom.”

Mom glanced at her watch. Almost noon. “Want to eat now, son?”

“Why not?” I said, and we set to work on our sandwiches. Finished, Mom looked across at me.

“Coffee and a cookie?”

“Yes, please Mom.”

“Okay, then.” She reached for her purse, took her phone out and passed it to me. “You said you would copy our sexy photos to the network drive, so you’ll need my phone to connect to your laptop.”

“It will only take me a few minutes, so I’ll do it now. By the time I’ve done that the coffee should be ready. See you very shortly, Mom.” I took her phone, grabbed my own from the coffee table and set off upstairs. It only took a couple of minutes to copy the photos to our network drive, and to delete them from our phones, then I trotted back downstairs, joining Mom in the sitting room.

Coffee and a plate of cookies were waiting on the coffee table. I handed her her phone.

“Evidence of sexy goings-on duly removed, Mom.”

“Thanks, son.” She gestured vaguely. “The other cougars won’t be here until three, so what do you want to do until then?”

“We could reminisce about yesterday, but except for when you were being fucked by Tony, and I was fucking Jane, we were together the whole time. A very sweet fuck, Jane. Natalie, too.” I smiled reminiscently. “I find myself intensely curious about Molly, Mary and Eloise.”

“No more than I am about the other boys. I enjoyed fucking Tony, almost as much as I enjoy fucking you, but I am curious to find out what the other guys are like, too.”

“Shouldn’t be long before you find out. I don’t see why we can’t get the club going this coming week.”

“We need to have a meeting of us all, cougars and cubs both, plus Natalie,” Mom said, “and we can organize that this afternoon, hopefully.”

“Where would we have the meeting?” I said..

Mom pondered for a moment. “Five cougars, and four cubs, plus Natalie. Mark and Juan have opted out for the moment, as they both have steady girlfriends, so that leaves ten people. Our couch will seat four, we have two armchairs, so that’s six.” I shrugged. “Bring four dining chairs through?”

“We have those folding camping chairs in the garage, Mom, they’d be more comfortable than dining chairs, especially with a cushion.”

“True, they would. Okay, then, we offer to have the full meeting here.” She looked over at me. “But what do we do until three? It’s just coming up to one.”

“We could fuck?”

“True, we could, but I’m hoping the discussion with the others will make me horny, so we can fuck as soon as they’ve gone.” She grinned at me and I laughed.

“Good thinking, Mom. Okay, two hours to fill. Scrabble?”

“Yes! With a ten-point bonus for any word relating to sex!”

“My kinky Mom! I’ll get the board.”

It was a fun time. We managed two full games, but at fifteen minutes before three, we cleared the board and Mom put the board and the tiles away again. She’d only just sat down again when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it, son. In the kitchen you’ll find some bowls under a towel. That’s the nibbles. Can you put the bowls on the coffee table, please. There’s a packet of paper plates as well.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” I said, and I headed for the kitchen while Mom headed for the front door. The bowls of nibbles were exactly where she’d said and it only took a minute or two to set them on the coffee table just as Mom led our visitors into the room. I smiled at the two women.

“Hi, Jane, hi, Mrs Juarez.”

“Matt? Considering what this meeting is for, call me Eloise, please,” said Eloise with a smile, a slight flush on her face.

“Okay, Eloise it is,” I said. I turned to Mom. “Okay, Mom, I’ll away and hide in my room. Send me a text message if you want me to come down, okay?”

“Okay, honey. See you later.” I sketched a salute to them and headed for my room. What to do to kill the time? I opened up Literotica on my laptop and started to read some cougar and cub stories. I’d finished a couple, yes, and enjoyed them, putting myself in the male protagonist’s role, when there was a tap on my door.

“Come in,” I called, and Mom stepped in. “Yes, Mom, what is it?”

“Slight problem. Five cougars, but only three cubs who aren’t our own sons. Would you be prepared to do more than one evening each week? Although, not necessarily every week. If we sort this out properly it means each cougar will get at least one cock in her pussy each week, that isn’t her own son. It turns out that all of us except Eloise have fucked our own sons.”

“Way to go, cougars! Yes, Mom, I’d be more than happy to do an extra night, just let me know the schedule. I suspect the other guys will be agreeable as well.”

“We’re organizing another meeting for that, with all of you boys, plus Natalie, there. Sometime in the next couple of days.”

“Mom, would it help if I tried to draw up some kind of schedule that would ensure each cougar got at least one cock a week.”

“I think it would help a lot. I’ll leave that one with you for the moment. I’ll just let the others know you’ll do more than one night each week if it’s needed.”

And she was away. I pondered for a moment, then opened up a spreadsheet. I tried organizing it from the cougars’ point of view, but I kept getting overlaps and I still hadn’t solved it when Mom called me down to say goodbye to her guests. I turned to her as she closed the door after her fellow cougars had all gone.

“I tried to set up a schedule on a spreadsheet, but it’s proving awkward. Keeping it down to one, or even two, days each week means I keep getting overlaps. That was working from the cougars’ point of view. I’ll try it again later from the cubs’.”

“Okay, son. What do you want for dinner. It’s Sunday, and I usually try harder on Sunday but I won’t be offended if you say pizza. I’m in the mood for something quick, myself.”

“Bacon and scrambled egg?”

“You’re on! About six?”

“About six would be great, Mom. I think in the interim I’ll have another go at a spreadsheet.”

“Okay, honey. I’ll give you a call when dinner is almost ready.”

This time I tried it from the cubs’ point of view and after some starts and restarts, I thought I had it, but it involved two schedules. One for Mom, Jane, Mary and Molly and the four cubs, and a separate one for Eloise. Mom and the other cougars, and the cubs were on a three-week schedule, Eloise on a four-week schedule, but it meant only one of the cubs had to perform twice in any week. I printed a copy off to show Mom, then glanced at my watch. Five thirty. Just time for another quick visit to Literotica. At five to six my phone pinged with an incoming text from Mom. Dinner was almost ready. I grabbed the spreadsheet printout and headed downstairs.

By the time I ambled into the kitchen, the meal was almost done and by the time I’d got the cutlery out and set two places for us, the meal was ready.

“I think I’ve cracked the cougar and cubs schedule, Mom,” I said, before spearing a piece of bacon and popping it into my mouth.

“Tell me more,” she said.

“It’s the imbalance in numbers. It needs two schedules, one for you, Jane, Molly and Mary, and we four boys, and a separate schedule for Eloise. Yours is a three week cycle, Eloise’s, a four week. So, on week one, I have Mary, Tony has you, Jason has Jane, and Peter has Molly. The following week, I have Molly, Tony has Mary, Jason has you, and Peter has Jane. Third week, and I have Jane, Tony has Molly, Jason has Mary and Peter has you. Fourth week is the same as the first week, and so on.”

“What about Eloise?”

“Eloise has a four week schedule. On a different day from the three week schedule, in week one Eloise has me, week two, Tony, week three, Jason and week four, Peter. Week five starts a repeat, so Eloise has me, week six, Tony and so on. What it means is that every four weeks, one of us cubs has to perform twice. So, what do you think?”

“I think my son is a clever young man who deserves an extra fuck from his Mom, later.”

I grinned. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“So will I!”

Just then Mom’s phone pinged with an incoming message. Mary, confirming Peter’s availability for our planned meeting and by the time we went to bed Molly and Jane had also confirmed their sons’ availability.

“When do you think we should have this meeting of the cougars and the cubs?” Mom asked me as I undressed her.

“Soon,” I said, “very soon. I want to know what the other three – sorry, four — pussies feel like round John Thomas, and the sooner, the better.”

“It’s late now. I’ll text the others before I go to work tomorrow and suggest Tuesday. Does that suit you, speedy?”

“Very much, Mom,” I replied, laughing.

“Okay, then. Now, how do you want your old Mom tonight?”

“Wet and wanting will do very nicely!”

“Was that wanting, or wanton?” she said, laughing.

“Both!”

She did her best.

Next day I decided I needed some exercise, so got my bicycle out of the garage, gave it a quick once over, pumped some air into the tires and took myself off for a thirty mile ride on roads which I knew would be quiet, riding about ten of those miles with a nice couple on a tandem bicycle. Joe and Lisa were in their early fifties, a really nice couple, and I enjoyed the ride, but I was back home, showered and changed before Mom came home from work.

It was a quiet evening, but at about ten o’clock Mom turned to me. “Matt, honey?”

“Yes, Mom?”

“I bought some new scanties for our Cougars and Cubs nights, and I want your opinion. I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. Do you want photographs?”

“Why not?”

“Okay, Mom, the camera and I will await your return with interest..”

My camera was in the dining room, so I fetched it through and gave it a quick once over. Everything okay. I had the 18-70mm fitted and I though that would be fine for a photo of Mom in her new scanties.

She’d closed the sitting room door when she went upstairs, and I was taken slightly by surprise when the door opened only a few inches, and an invisible Mom called out to me. “Matt, honey? Close your eyes and do a slow count to twenty, please, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. One … two … three …”

” … seventeen … eighteen … nineteen … twenty.” My eyes opened, I saw her, and a broad smile crossed my face. Mom was wearing a mid-thigh shortie robe, green, with dark tan stockings showing beneath the robe.

“Is this your Cub seduction outfit?”

“It is, yes. What do you think of it?” she said, and slowly opened the shortie robe, shrugged it back off her shoulders to fall in a heap on the carpet, then did a slow twirl. Yes! A half-cup bra in green lace, with trim in a darker shade of green, a matching thong, and a garter belt in the same shades of green. Dark tan stockings, which went well with her naturally pale skin, a consequence of her auburn hair, I think. I knew a few other pale-skinned redheads.

“Mom, that outfit is sinsational,” I said, emphasizing the ‘sin’.

“Glad you like it, son. Do you think the other cubs will like it?”

“If they don’t, there’s something wrong with them, Mom. That outfit would give a eunuch an erection!”

“Glad you like it. I’ll take it off again for the moment. Our meeting tomorrow night should tell me when I wear it first for action, but I wanted you to see it before the other cubs.”

“Much appreciated, Mom, you look fucking awesome in it. Tell you something, though. If I were you, I’d keep the stockings on when you undress. There’s something about the feel of a woman’s legs in stockings wrapped around a guy as he fucks her that is just sublime.”

“Thanks, son, I’ll bear that in mind. I think I’ll head for bed. Coming?”

I grinned. “Not yet, but soon!” It turned out to be an accurate prophecy and by eleven fifteen we were asleep in each other’s arms.”

Tuesday was quiet with Mom at work, but Kevin called round and we went over to Roger’s again and shot a few hoops. I was home again before Mom got home. Mom kept our evening meal light and simple, a cheese omelet and when we’d finished eating she turned to me.

“Honey, will you fetch those four folding camp chairs from the garage, please?”

“Sure thing, Mom.” A five minute task.

By seven-fifteen, everything was ready, and Mom relaxed on the couch while I took one of the folding chairs.

“Chair okay?” she asked.

“Surprisingly comfortable,” I said, with a smile. I glanced at my watch. Seven twenty-five. Just then, the doorbell rang, and moments later we were greeting a smiling Jane, Natalie and Tony.

“Come on in, folks. I think I see some of the others coming.”

By seven thirty-five, everyone had arrived. We four boys took the folding chairs, Molly and Mary took the two armchairs, and Jane, Natalie, Eloise and Mom sat on the couch. There had been a bit of embarrassment obvious as we gathered, but everyone seemed happy to be there.

“Okay, gang,” said Mom, “we all know why we’re here. To arrange a rota that will give us older ladies a regular supply of sexual encounters after years without. Matt, bless him, has spent some time with a spreadsheet and has come up with the conclusion that we need two rotas. The first one is for me, Jane, Molly and Mary, and you four boys. Have you got the print-outs, honey?” I nodded, and brandished a wad of papers. “Pass them out, please. As you can see, folks, we eight are on a three week cycle.” Mom turned to Eloise. “You, Eloise, are on a separate four-week cycle, which will need to be on a different day to the rest of us, as each of the boys will have to take turns at coming to you, and in that particular week will have to be prepared to satisfy two of us women. Can I assume you guys are okay with that?” Four nods, and murmurs of agreement from us. “Now, any questions?”

There was a buzz of conversational comments, but no direct questions at first, then Mary spoke up.

“Are we planning to have a particular night each week?”

“That was my thinking, yes,” said Mom, “but there’s nothing to stop the two people involved changing it to a different night by mutual agreement between themselves. My original thinking was Wednesday. No particular reason, but midweek seemed like a good idea. You, Eloise, can negotiate with your partner of the week for whichever alternate night of the week suits you both.”

“Before we go any further, Liz,” said Molly, “can I just say that I’d like to offer a vote of thanks to Matt for his work on this schedule.” There was a murmur of agreement and a spattering of applause, with a murmured ‘Thank you’ from me. Then Molly spoke up again.

“When are we starting? And do we agree on Wednesday?”

“Let’s start tomorrow,” said Mary, with a feral grin.” She glanced at the printout she was holding. “Does that suit you, Matt? You’re marked for my first week.”

I grinned. “Absolutely, Mary, if we’re starting tomorrow?”

“Why not? said Mom. “Show of hands, please — whoever votes yes to the Carrvale Cougar Club starting operations tomorrow, please raise your hand.” Unanimous, including Natalie, who hadn’t said a word yet.

Eloise raised her hand. “Yes, Eloise?”

“First week has Matt coming to me. Is Friday okay for you, Matt? I’m busy, Thursday.”

“Friday is fine,” I said, with a grin for her.

“Other weeks I’ll expect my bedmate on a Thursday,” said Eloise, “so just turn up when it’s your turn, guys. I’ll contact you direct if I need to change the night. Which prompts the thought that we should all have each other’s cell number.”

“Good thinking,” said Mom. She picked up the notebook and pencil from the coffee table and held it up. “Could you all jot your name and cell phone number in here. Matt, honey? When everyone has put their number down, can you type it up on your computer and print a copy for each of us? It should only take you a few minutes.”

“Sure thing, Mom.”

“Now, gang. In the dining room, you’ll find nibbles. There’s also beer for the guys and a choice of Merlot or Chardonney for the ladies. Please, help yourselves as soon as you’ve jotted your cell number down.” Mom glanced at her own copy of the schedule.

“Tony?” she called and he looked across at her enquiringly. “I’ll expect you at seven-thirty tomorrow, okay?”

He grinned, wide, happy. “I’ll be here.”

It wasn’t long before I disappeared upstairs with the notebook, re-appearing six or seven minutes later with a printout of the cell numbers for each of us, and I quickly passed them out. The Club members were in little knots, chatting as they helped themselves to the food, or poured their drink.

Over the next hour or so, as everyone drank and ate and chatted, Mom managed to let Jason and Peter know that she expected them at seven-thirty when it was their turn, and that she would call or text them if they needed to make alternative arrangements. I noticed the other cougars making similar arrangements with us cubs.

From about ten, our visitors began to drift away off to their homes and by eleven, there were only Jane, Tony and Natalie left of our visitors, and they were preparing to leave. Jane hugged Mom.

“I would say I hope you enjoy yourself with Tony tomorrow, but after Saturday, I know you will, and so will he. Natalie tells me she’s coming here with Tony. You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I already know the three of us will have a good time.”

“Jason is an unknown quantity to me at the moment, but I like him, so I’m sure we’ll have a good time. Want to meet for lunch on Thursday and I can tell you all the lurid details?”

“Why not. Usual time?”

“See you then. Okay, you two, time to head home.”

Five minutes later, there was only me and Mom. “Bed, honey?” she said.

I nodded. “You don’t mind if we don’t make love tonight, do you? I want to keep my pump primed for Mary tomorrow.”

“No, that’s okay, baby. We’ll just cuddle and sleep.”

Fifteen minutes later, we were in bed. Ten minutes after that, we were asleep.

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