Author's Note: Commissioned by: anonymous

Jaune's stomach was full of butterflies as he neared his destination. Despite the Vytal Tournament being only days away, it was the last thing on his mind.

For the city of Vale, the festival had already begun. A portion of the place had been transformed into a huge festival, complete with games, rides, and food booths to celebrate the 40th biennial tournament. It was the perfect place for people of all walks of life to enjoy the party whose epicenter would be at Beacon Academy. The perfect opportunity to get together with friends and loved ones to enjoy food and fun.

Or in Jaune's case, the perfect opportunity to finally meet the new online friend he had made in real life. In reality she was more than just a friend. You didn't search for 'just friends' on a dating app, after all.

Following the school dance, and Weiss' final rejection of him, Jaune decided to take Pyrrha's advice and look elsewhere for romance. As she had said, there were plenty of fish in the sea. There was bound to be a girl for him out there beyond the small and limiting walls of Beacon Academy. So he had signed up for a dating app, made his profile, and went to work in trying to find a cute, fun, and quirky girl who would be perfect for a guy like him.

He'd cast a fairly wide net, swiping right on almost every girl he had found. From seventeen to thirty seven, all he wanted was a chance. He doubted that anyone much older than him would have ever reciprocated interest, so there was no risk in liking as many of the girls as he could.

Until one day he got a match.

Summer. What a pretty name. What an even prettier woman. At thirty six years old she was almost twenty years older than him, but she was undeniably beautiful. With a familiar shade of red-black hair and silver eyes, she looked far younger than the number on her profile indicated. Jaune had tentatively reached out to her, asking if she had made a mistake in swiping right on him. To his shock and surprise, she'd responded. She'd answered no. She'd not made a mistake, and in fact complimented him for his funny profile and cute appearance.

Jaune had been hooked on her almost instantly.

They'd talked for weeks, the boy being glued to his scroll at all hours of the day conversing with her over the messaging service on the dating app. Summer was surprisingly knowledgeable, and even had an affinity for things like comic books and video games due to her daughters being interested in them. Jaune didn't mind that she had kids. Growing up with seven sisters meant that he was used to them.

Finally after weeks of chatting, the pair had decided to meet up. Summer had planned on traveling from Patch to Vale to attend the Vytal Festival, and that was perfect for Jaune. The two would meet up, enjoy some time together, and then…

Jaune's body shuddered involuntarily. The conversations he'd had with Summer had been anything but innocent once the two had grown comfortable with one another. It was clear that she wasn't lying when she'd called him cute…

Arriving at the agreed meeting spot, Jaune searched around the crowd for the woman. With a head of red hair and a white cloak to look for, it should have been easy to find her. Still, scanning the crowd he found nothing. Until he felt a pair of hands reach around his stomach and something press against his back.

"Oh Jaune~" a sweet feminine voice sang from behind.

The boy jumped, and the arms around him were loose enough to allow him to turn around. Looking down, about a foot shorter than him, was the woman who'd been the subject of his fantasies ever since they'd introduced some particularly naughty subjects into their conversations.

"S-Summer?" he asked, unsure why he was even doubting that it was her. He'd recognize that warm, loving smile anywhere.

"My oh my, you're even taller than I imagined," she said, taking a step back and peering up at him. "You weren't lying when you said you were six-one."

And her pictures weren't lying when they portrayed her as a beautiful, downright sexy woman. Wearing a black corset and skirt, with a white cloak draped down her back and a black leather choker around her neck, Summer was hot. Way hotter than a woman in her mid thirties had any right to be. And thanks to the pictures the two of them had exchanged online, he knew that she only got better once those clothes were removed.

It took a moment for Jaune to collect himself, and to do anything more than gawk at the beautiful woman who stood before him. His right hand came up to rub the back of his neck nervously before he stuck it out at her. "Oh, um, yeah! Hi, I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc, at your service."

Summer eyed the hand he offered to her, a bemused smile on her lips as her gaze shifted back up to his face. She held out both arms at her side, indicating that a handshake wouldn't do for their first meeting. "Summer Rose," she answered back.

Unable to refuse her enticing offer, Jaune opened his own arms and stepped into the Summer's warm embrace. Her arms wrapped around his back, as his did hers, and for the first time he felt the soft body of the woman he'd met online. Her face rested against his chest while his own came down to the top of her head. Taking a breath, he smelled the wonderful strawberry scent of the shampoo she used. She was so soft. So warm. So slender. It was unreal that a woman like this would have even showed an ounce of interest in a boy like him.

After a long moment the two pulled back, and Summer continued to smile up at him. "Nice to finally meet you, Jaune."

A grin split Jaune's lips, and he nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Same here, Summer."

Jaune felt like he could lose himself in those silver eyes. In the scent of her red hair. She looked so familiar, but he couldn't place it. The hair. The eyes. The clothing. Even the cloak. It was almost like he was staring at an older version of Ru…by…

Rose.

Jaune's eyes widened, and for the first time since meeting her, the smile fell from Summer's face. "Jaune?" she asked worriedly.

He hadn't meant to scare her or ruin the mood. However, there was a question on his mind that he simply had to know the answer to. "Hey, um, Summer? Do you happen to know a girl named Ruby?"

It was Summer's turn to look surprised, and her brow furrowed in response to the question. "One of my daughters is named Ruby," she answered. "How did you know that?"

Oh crap. Jaune swallowed and took a deep breath. This may have just ended before even beginning. "Well, um… if this is the same Ruby we're talking about, she's… kinda my best friend at Beacon…"

Silver eyes grew incredibly wider, and Summer opened her mouth to speak. In the end her lips clamped back together, and she simply nodded in understanding. "I see."

Jaune couldn't believe it. He'd been flirting with Ruby's mom for weeks. He'd seen Ruby's mom naked. Ruby's mom had seen his junk. He… had said unspeakable things to the woman about what he'd do to her the night they finally met. She'd done the same with him, teasing every young man's fantasy about being with an older, experienced woman who would introduce him to the ways of love.

"Jaune."

Hearing his name snapped him from his stupor. "Yeah?"

"You've known that I was a mother since the beginning. Does being Ruby's mother change anything that you feel about me?" she asked in a serious tone. "Does this information make you want to back out?"

Truthfully? No. He had fallen for this woman long before finding out that she was the mother of his best friend. Knowing that Summer was Ruby's mom did nothing to change how he felt about her. She was still the same fun, cute, and quirky woman who he'd spent weeks chatting with. She was still the same woman who he found out shared a lot of commonalities with him. She was still just as beautiful and sexy as she had ever been.

"No," he admitted. "I mean, this is pretty shocking and all, but I still feel the same way about you that I did before. But this just kinda adds another layer to things, you know?"

Summer nodded. Taking a step forward she reached out and took his hands in her own. "I'm glad to hear that, because I feel the same way. Yes, you may be my daughter's friend, but I was interested in you long before we found out about that. So if it's all the same to you, and it is for me, would you still like to enjoy the day together like we'd planned?"

Jaune glanced around, hearing the sounds of others having fun. Smelling fatty and sugary foods being sold at the booths. There was a whole world around them waiting to be explored, and he wasn't about to let all of this go to waste simply because Summer was Ruby's mom.

His hands squeezed down on hers reassuringly, and Jaune smiled down at the woman. "I'd love to," he agreed.

The words earned a serene smile from the woman, and she shifted so that one of her arms linked around his as they stood side by side. "Then let's go have some fun," she suggested.

Jaune was more than happy to oblige.

Fall was upon them, though the air was still warm. Still, it didn't stop Summer from pressing her body closely against Jaune's as they walked. This was a date, after all.

She took one last bite of the cotton candy that Jaune had so graciously purchased for her, the sugary fluff practically melting on her tongue within seconds of eating it. Despite being only seventeen he was quite the gentleman, offering to pay for everything they'd enjoyed so far. It warmed her heart that someone his age was capable of having a mature date like this. Most teenage guys would be focused on getting one thing.

Perhaps the fact that they'd already made such arrangements for later tonight helped to put an eager mind at ease.

Jaune smiled down on her as they moved steadily through the crowd in the fairgrounds. "So what do you want to do next?"

As Summer peered up at him, she noticed a small tuft of blue cotton candy right where the edge of his lips met his cheek. She quirked an eyebrow, an idea coming to mind.

"You've got a little something here," she said pointing to her own lip with her free hand.

Before the boy could make a move, however, Summer leaned up to him. Her tongue darted out, licking the offending cotton candy away before it quickly dissolved in her mouth. Jaune blinked, staring down on the woman in shock.

Summer giggled at his reaction, it being exactly what she had hoped for. "Don't worry, I got it for you," she smiled cheerfully.

He nodded absentmindedly, his brain apparently struggling to comprehend what had just occurred. "Oh… um… thanks. That was… wow."

Her innocent smile turned to a wild grin, and Summer was beyond amused at how one simple flick of the tongue had turned the boy to jelly. The wonders of youth. Jaune would be so much fun to tease with simple little acts of affection like this.

At the same time it made her feel young as well. A young, carefree girl enjoying the Vytal Festival like she had in her youth. The fact that there was a Beacon-aged boy around her arm only added to the illusion.

"But since you asked…" she trailed, looking all around her for the next activity to enjoy. She found one that they could do together. "How about that?"

Pointing over to a shooting game, Summer tugged on his arm for him to follow. The pellet guns would be test out the user's accuracy and earn them the opportunity to win prizes. Perfect for a date.

The pair stepped up to the booth, but before Summer could even offer to pay for the game, Jaune stepped forward with lien in his hands.

"Two, please," he said to the operator.

The man nodded, taking the money and gesturing to the rifles which sat on the counter. "Shoot out the star in the middle of the paper, win a prize," he explained.

Jaune nodded, hefting his gun. Summer too gripped hers with all the expertise of an experienced huntress, despite not using one as her primary weapon.

Shouldering the rifle, she squeezed a single silver eye shut and began firing off her rounds. She gently bit down on her lower lip, a sense of satisfaction filling her as the red star in the middle of the paper target vanished more and more with every shot. Finally when she had expended all her allotted ammunition, she lowered the weapon to view her handiwork.

Perfection. Her target was taken care of, and she would earn a prize. She glanced over at Jaune to see him still shooting.

Perhaps he wasn't as experienced, for when his gun finally ran dry of ammunition there were still bits and corners of the red star remaining on his target. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed with audible frustration as the game operator inspected the targets.

He must have really wanted to win me a prize… Summer thought. Such a sweetheart.

As if to rub salt in the wound, the operator stepped forward to announce the results. "The lady wins a prize," he declared. "If you would like another round, sir, you may try again for five more lien."

Summer saw the determined look on his face. He was about to spend more lien to try and impress her when it was clear that shooting wasn't his game. She may have only met him in real life, but she'd known him long enough online to know that such a gesture wasn't necessary. She knew how kind and caring he was without winning her a cheap stuffed animal.

She tugged on his sleeve to earn his attention. "Jaune," she said, a warm smile on her face as she looked up to him. "It's okay. You don't need to win to impress me."

It appeared like he wanted to say something, but in the end he bit his tongue. He nodded, though she could tell it was one of defeat.

That simply wouldn't do. After pointing over to the Pumpkin Pete stuffed animal that hung from the ceiling of the booth, Summer handed it off to a nearby child, whose look of pure and utter joy both warmed her heart and revived the smile on Jaune's face.

"That was really nice of you," he commented.

The warm expression remained on Summer's face as she watched the child run off to tell her parents what the nice lady had just done for her. "A mother's instinct never fades," she mused, watching as the parents of the child waved to her. She waved back. "But if you do want to impress me…" she said, turning her attention back to the boy beside her. "How about you show me those dancing skills you once told me about?"

A festival wouldn't be a festival without a dance, and there was a section of the fairgrounds set up where music played and couples danced the night away. Food and games were all well and good, but Summer was a woman who enjoyed a good, romantic dance. And seeing how Jaune had once told her in their online conversations about how good of a dancer he was, she decided she wanted to put it to the test.

The pair made their way to the outdoor ball area, the music growing louder as each second passed. To her surprise the actual dancing space was sparsely populated, and even then mostly by older couples or those around her age. Not many teenagers would choose slow dancing over rides and games.

Not many teenagers, except Jaune. "May I have this dance?" she heard him ask.

Turning, she saw how Jaune had dipped his head in a bow, his arm outstretched to take hers should she choose to accept. It was all just a formality, for she had been the one who invited him to dance in the first place.

Still, she played the part of the lady, and graciously accepted her gentleman's proposal. "Why, I'd love to, Jaune."

He took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. With a surprising amount of confidence for a boy his age, Jaune pressed his body close to hers, his left hand still holding onto her right, and his right arm wrapping around her back. Summer felt a chill run through her body as his hand found a place on her hip.

"Oh… Jaune," she whispered, impressed by both his boldness and familiarity in dancing. He wasn't exaggerating after all, and it showed as he began to lead her. "Where has this boy been all night?"

The blond boy smirked down on her, swaying gently with the sound of the music. "I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe the nerves are finally starting to wear off. Or maybe I'm just more comfortable in my element." She felt his chest rise against hers as he took a deep breath. "Or maybe I just had to jump at the chance to hold you close against me."

Summer released a shuddering breath of her own. By the gods, where had this side of him come from? Did this confidence really come from the art of dancing? Or should she be so vain to assume that he wasn't joking when he mentioned the opportunity to hold her in his arms?

She let her hand rest on his back, and closed her eyes as she leaned her forehead against his chest. She loved that she was so short compared to him. This seventeen year old boy stood and danced like a man right now. She could smell the deodorant on him. She was certain that he could smell the shampoo in her hair. Right now was a moment of perfection she didn't want to stop.

Summer didn't even have to think as she allowed Jaune to lead her movements. She trusted him every step of the way. All she had to do was bask in the moment of being held in his big, strong arms. "You really do dance well," she mused, her head tilting so that her ear rested against him.

His heart was beating rapidly. Though he appeared calm and collected on the outside, inside he must have been a nervous mess. "So do you," he responded. "It takes a lot of skill and grace to move even if you aren't leading."

Very true. Dancing was more than just moving. It was about moving together. Being in sync without saying a word. Right now she and Jaune weren't overtly coordinating together at all. They merely let the music guide them, and she let him guide her.

The music went on, and the two danced for song after song. Other couples came and went, but Summer and Jaune remained. Even when the styles of songs changed they were able to adjust with them. From romantic slow dances to the waltz to the tango, Jaune was familiar with them all. He was skilled with them too. Summer for her part was blown away by the aspiring huntsman's knowledge and ability in the art of dancing.

More than that, however, being so close to the young man and dancing with him had stirred something inside of her. Something which they had long planned on doing together upon meeting in real life. Something which they had been putting off until the end of the night.

Well, there was no time like the present.

After what must have been the fifth song they'd danced to, Summer took the opportunity to take a step back from Jaune and peer up into his loving blue eyes. He smiled back down at her, filled to the brim with confidence and poise.

Well, time to shatter that.

"You look like you have something to say," he commented. "Ready to try something else?"

He was reading her mind. She nodded in confirmation. Little did he know that she had an entirely different activity on her mind.

"Yes," she agreed. "Jaune," she nearly whispered, using her hands on his shoulders to balance her as she leaned into him on the tips of her toes.

"Yeah?"

Her lips brushed against his ear. "I'm horny."

Coming back down to the soles of her boots, she stared up into wide blue eyes. Oh yes, that had certainly done the trick. His confidence had been banished from his face, but she was certain it was a welcome change for the boy.

Jaune swallowed hard, his lips silently moving a few times before words started to come out. "Oh. Oh, I, wow."

Summer giggled, amused that two short words like those could have such impact on the boy. It was little surprise though. She knew that he was a virgin. She knew that she would be his first.

"So if you'd like," she started, allowing her hands to trail from his shoulders down his arms, before eventually coming to take hold of his hands. "We can go back to my hotel room and enjoy a different kind of dance together. A little horizontal mambo, maybe?"

Jaune nodded, and the tip of Summer's tongue poked through her lips to slowly lick the top one. His eyes were glued to it. He was nervous, but she could tell he wanted her. She wanted him too. The night wouldn't be over until they both got what they wanted.

"Well then, Jaune," she said sweetly, tugging on him by the hands again and urging him to follow after her. "I do believe we should head over to the hotel sooner than later. After all, we have a long night ahead of us."

"Yeah," he agreed. His nervous yet eager energy was exhilarating. "We should definitely do that."

Falling in line with him, and walking arm in arm once more, Summer led Jaune through the festival crowd en route back to the room where she would stay while in Vale. She couldn't wait for him to get his hands on her.

The door shut behind Jaune, and for a moment all he could hear was the gentle hum of the hotel room's air conditioner. The cool air of the room touched his skin which was already covered in goosebumps. He was in the room of a woman who was going to have sex with him. To say he was a mess of emotions right now would be an understatement.

If Summer had similar nerves, she certainly didn't show them. Removing her cloak, she hung it on the coat hook on the back of the door. "Make yourself comfortable, sweetie" she told him as she moved toward the bathroom. "I'll just be a few minutes, okay?"

He nodded. "Sure."

With a bright smile on her face, Summer slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Left alone in near-silence, Jaune moved toward the single queen-sized bed. It was made and neat, room service likely having done it once Summer had left. He wondered if the two of them would make an absolute mess of the sheets before the night was done.

Removing his hoodie, Jaune gently tossed it onto the single chair which sat in the room in front of a desk. Feeling just a little bit colder now, he moved to sit down at the foot of the bed. A glance around showed very little of Summer's personal belongings. A single suitcase stood off to the side on the floor. But one look at the table beside the bed sent even more shivers down his spine.

A box of condoms. A bottle of lubricant. She'd certainly come prepared. This was really happening. Part of him was still unable to believe it.

The sound of the door opening earned his attention, and when Jaune's mouth dropped when he saw Summer exit from the bathroom. Gone was the black corset and skirt. Gone were the combat boots. In their place, the pale beauty with a figure that did not look like she was a mother of two wore sexy black lace lingerie.

Slender thighs. A tight and toned tummy. A bust pressed together in the tightly-constraining bra. This middle-aged mother possessed an hourglass figure of a girl half her age. And she was his tonight. All his.

"Now, Jaune," she chided, though the smirk on her face showed that there was no anger behind her words. "Didn't I tell you to get comfortable? I think you're very overdressed for the occasion."

Still wearing his jeans and t-shirt, Jaune knew that she was correct. He immediately stood up and began unbuckling his belts. "Right. Sorry, Summer."

He didn't get far, and before he could unzip his fly he felt her hands gently push him back down to sit on the bed. "It's okay, dear." Her hands remained on him, slowly caressing his chest through his shirt. "I like unwrapping gifts."

Summer's fingers trailed down until they reached the hem of his shirt, which she gripped before slowly bringing it up over Jaune's head and arms. The air would have felt colder if not for the burning desire which had filled Jaune's body.

The redheaded woman's tongue came out to lick her lips as she admired the bare skin of Jaune's chest. "Very good, but I think we can do better."

Sinking to her knees, Summer finished the task Jaune had begun, unbuttoning and zipping Jaune's blue jeans before sliding them down his legs. Much like her now, he was clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs. Unlike her, however, there was a massive tent pitched in his underwear.

"My, my," she said softly. Much like his eyes had been locked onto her body, hers were glued to his hardness. "Looks like you like what you've seen so far." Silver orbs flicked back up to gaze into his blue eyes. "Trust me, it gets better."

Reaching behind her back, Summer undid the clasps of her bra, slowly lowering it down and painfully teasing him as she used an arm to cover her ample chest once the bra had fallen from her arms. Then finally, mercifully, Summer removed the offending arm, allowing Jaune a first live look at the large breasts of the woman he was about to fuck.

"Wow…" he gasped, taking in the beautiful sight of her tits which he'd only ever seen before online. "Summer…"

"You like?" she asked, gently swaying her torso to make them move. Jaune nodded eagerly, earning a sly grin from the woman. "They're all yours tonight, Jaune. Just like this," she said, reaching out to touch his cock. "Is all mine."

Fingers slowly peeled the band of his underwear down, exposing the hard member of Jaune for the woman to see. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, but like with him and her breasts, it was her first glimpse of it live in person.

"Very nice," she commented, her tongue coming out to wet her lips. "I think I'll have a taste, if you don't mind. Are you ready, dear?"

Jaune nodded his approval, staring down at Summer's face as he witnessed what happened next. Opening her mouth wide, Summer brought her head down on his cock, swallowing it in one gulp before clamping her lips around it.

A harsh breath slipped through his mouth as Summer began to suck him off. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, wet slurping sounds mingling with the air conditioner's hum as the only noise in the room. They were quickly joined by Jaune's own forceful breaths, as Summer's lips pressed down tightly on him as she continued to work his dick.

"Summer…" he whispered, a hand coming up to brush through her hair. A stifled moan came from her busy mouth, turning Jaune on all the more. "Oh… Summer…"

Her movements picked up speed as Jaune gripped her hair. The feeling was incredible, and Jaune didn't know how long he would last if the woman continued at this pace.

Perhaps she sensed his body beginning to heave and his legs beginning to squirm, and Summer came up from his cock with a wet pop. A hand lingered there, gently stroking the shaft as she admired her handiwork. He was rock-hard. "Mmm, looks like you're good and ready to go, babe," she purred. Silver eyes shifted up to his, and the lust in them made Jaune shiver. "What do you think?"

Jaune had waited his whole teenage life for this. He nodded eagerly. "Yeah. Definitely ready."

Summer pushed herself up from the floor, walking over to the side table and opening the box of condoms. Tearing the package open, she handed it to Jaune. "I'm on the pill, but this'll help you last longer on your first time," she explained. "We don't want you popping off too soon, now do we?"

He couldn't agree more. Jaune didn't know how long he would last his first time, but he wanted to please Summer. He stood up, rolling the latex covering up his length, Jaune felt armored and ready to go into battle.

Summer had settled near the foot of the bed, enough to be comfortably seated there. She spread her legs open before Jaune, sliding her black panties down her legs to reveal neatly-trimmed hair around the folds of her pussy. Jaune stared at it, entranced by the flesh he was about to feel for the first time.

"Don't just stand there," she said, her sultry tone as inviting as could possibly be. "Come over here and fuck me. Fuck me like how we talked about online."

Jaune wasted little time, moving to the bed and coming to kneel near its edge above Summer. With his hips between her legs and arms pressed down on either side of her chest, he could feel the heat radiating from her body. He stared into her eager mirrored eyes, heart pounding and throat dry.

Her arms came to wrap around his back. "Do it," she whispered. "Let me feel you."

With one hand Jaune grasped his hardness, staring down underneath him to guide it into Summer's waiting folds. Even through the condom he could feel her heat and slickness as he rubbed it against her pussy, until finally he lined himself up with her entrance. Pushing himself in, he heard her groan.

He froze in an instant, and his eyes came back up to her. "Did I hurt you?"

Her chest heaved, and Summer's face curled into a wide smile. "You're sweet, but no. It felt good." Her nails dug into the flesh of his back. "I'm a huntress, Jaune. You can be rough with me and I won't break. Promise."

With renewed assurance and confidence, Jaune pushed deeper inside, Summer's walls squeezing tightly around him as he entered. Another throaty moan came from her lips, and Jaune's heart swelled with pride that he was forcing a woman to make those sounds.

"That's it," she encouraged. "Deeper. All the way. Pin me down. Crush me underneath your weight…"

With one final thrust Jaune hilted himself inside Summer, eliciting yet another cry of delight from the redhead's lips. Her legs coiled around his hips, and Jaune's toned chest rested on Summer's own soft, squishy one. It was a feeling of indescribable bliss. There was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be but on top of Summer right now.

Feeling her hands running along his back, one came to rest on the back of his head where she gripped his hair harshly. "Pound me, Jaune," she whispered desperately. "Just pound me now… I don't want to be able to walk in the morning…"

With an energy and vigor he'd never before experienced, Jaune began to pump his hips into Summer, causing the bed to creak and add another instrument to the passionate song that Summer was already singing. Her cries and moans were like music to his ears, each thrust earning another note from the woman.

"Ah! Yes! Fuck me like a horny teenager!" she begged. Her cries of encouragement did the trick, and Jaune humped her with all the strength he could muster. "Ha… ha… Wreck my… pussy, Jaune!"

Summer was by her own definition a sub. It was a particular kink that she possessed, and one that Jaune was more than willing to oblige. In their dirty online conversations she'd described how she wanted him to pin her down and fuck her brains out. He'd responded in kind, saying how much he would dominate her in bed. Though saying it over text and actually doing it were two totally different things.

He hoped that he would be able to live up to both their expectations. Though so far from the sound of things, he was doing a fine enough job.

The wet slaps of Jaune pounding down between her legs added another instrument to the cacophony of sounds, though Summer's moans of delight stood out over all others. Jaune couldn't get enough of her noises. He was making her feel this good. He was making her scream and moan. He hoped the hotel had good walls, otherwise their neighbors were going to hear Summer's impassioned cries all night long.

"More!" she begged. Jaune's heart was beating a mile a minute, and he didn't know if he could go any faster. "Pin me! Crush me! Fuck me like the dirty cougar I am!"

Jaune's hands came up to her tits, squeezing and playing with them harshly while pressing her down into the bed as he ravaged her with his cock. His hips were like a piston, sliding in and out of her wet cunt with enough force to shake the bed's foundation.

"Ah! Oh gods!" she cried, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. "Jaune don't stop! I'm cumming!" Her words were desperate, shouted at the top of her lungs as Jaune continued to pound away at her. "I'm cumming! Jaune! I- ahhh!"

Summer's whole body began to squirm and buck, but underneath Jaune's crushing weight which she had invited down on herself, she was helpless beneath his body. Seeing her lose control of herself like this was the hottest thing Jaune had ever seen in his life, and he didn't slow down while her body bucked against him, as if it was trying to force him off of her. He didn't relent. He wouldn't. Summer had wanted to be dominated by him, and he would do just that until neither of them could take it anymore.

"Jaune!" she screamed. The slaps of his ballsack against her full ass while he humped her were deafening now, and her whole body twisted and thrashed with her orgasm. "Fuck! Ahh! Fuck! Jaune!"

Her nails dug into his back, and if not for his Aura he was certain they would have drawn blood. Jaune's own fingers squeezed down onto her shoulders, pinning her in place on the bed and leaving her at his mercy to be fucked the way she wanted. However he knew he was nearing his end as well. The condom had done wonders to enhance his stamina, but there was only so much hard fucking and passionate screaming from Summer that he could take before he too was pushed over the limit.

"Jaune! Jaune!"

As she continued to scream underneath his relentless assault, Jaune felt the pressure building up downstairs finally reach its breaking point. As he mercilessly pounded her tight hole, Jaune exploded inside the condom, sending shot after shot of cum inside the tip. He groaned with pleasure and delight, his thrusts not waning until his cock couldn't take any more movement. He was regretfully forced to slow down, shooting the last of his seed inside the protective barrier until he came to rest atop the hot, sweaty body of his lover.

When it was over he was finally able to focus on the finer details of the woman beneath him, and he saw just how heavy she was panting. Summer's eyes were still squeezed shut, and ruby-red lips were open wide as she desperately sought to catch her breath. Beads of sweat dotted her brow beneath her red-black hair.

Leaning down to cover the last few inches between them, Jaune found her lips with his own, encompassing them and giving Summer a loving kiss. She responded immediately, and even while they kissed he tasted her hot breath as her panting filled his mouth. She didn't want to let him go, and for long seconds they laid there making out with each other after they'd fucked to mutual orgasm.

When they finally had to break away in order to breathe properly, Summer opened her eyes to reveal bright pools of love and passion in their silver depths. Even as she gulped down deep breaths of air her mouth was curled into a wide smile.

"Babe, that was wonderful," she whispered, and her hands still roamed freely on the skin of his back. "You made me cum so hard on your first time…"

Jaune was incredibly proud of that. Maybe it was his massive Aura reserves which had given him such stamina and vigor. He couldn't say. All he knew right now was the immense happiness and pride he felt seeing the satisfied woman underneath him.

"That was amazing," he agreed. "I can't believe how good it felt. And how good you felt…"

Her loving hands caressed his flesh, and Jaune stared down lustfully into the eyes of the older woman he'd met online. Not just any older woman though. Ruby and Yang's mom. He'd just fucked Ruby and Yang's mom into a screaming wreck. And he was still hard enough to do it again.

All he needed was another condom…

As he slid out of Summer's dripping-wet pussy, the air felt colder without her warm embrace. He tore off the spent condom, tying the opening into a knot before tossing it in the nearby trash can. Moving over to the side table, he reached into the box and grabbed a second package.

Summer eyed him amusedly, shifting to lie on her side as she watched him tear it open. "You're ready to go again?"

Jaune nodded, looking down at the hard length which proudly stood out from his waist. "Yeah. Are you?"

She took a deep breath, and rolled over to lie on her back once more. "The wonders of youth…" she chuckled, opening her legs in as clear an invitation as he'd ever witnessed.

Summer had asked to be dominated. With age and the stamina that came with it on his side, he would fuck her all night long until she'd had her fill of being conquered by him. He wanted nothing more than to hear her screams of pleasure once more.

Summer was still catching her breath when Jaune climbed back on top of her. Spreading her legs open wide, he knelt between them, his still-hard cock pointing out at her in silent challenge as if daring her to take its length once more. She had to admit, there was a certain appeal in the vigor and stamina that a teenage boy was able to bring to the bedroom. She was glad that she'd swiped right on the boy, and that a simple curiosity had turned into so much more.

Jaune's hands came to rest on her thighs, and he slowly caressed them, savoring the feeling of her silky-smooth skin as he stared down at her. "Gods, you're so hot, Summer."

His lustful whisper sent chills down her spine as much as his touch, and her chest heaved in anticipation of the boy rutting her again. "So are you…"

With his toned chest and defined abdominal muscles, Jaune truly was a perfect male specimen. He reminded her a bit of Tai when he was younger. Before he had tragically passed away on a mission all those years ago. Maybe that was one reason why she had decided to give Jaune the time of day to begin with. To remember the good old days.

Regardless of her reasoning, however, she knew Jaune was his own man. He was the only person on Summer's mind as she peered up at the young man who was about to fuck her again.

Grabbing hold of her thighs, Jaune lifted her legs up into the air, resting her ankles atop his shoulders and pulling her closer to him. A tiny squeak escaped her lips as he pulled her to him, his cock coming to rest just above her pelvis.

"You ready for round two?" he asked.

Summer nodded eagerly. "Gods yes."

With a satisfied grin, Jaune lifted her body enough to line himself with her entrance. Already soaked from desire and orgasm, Jaune slipped in with ease and filled her to the brim with all his length.

"Uuugh," she groaned, gripping down tightly on the bed sheets. "You're so big…"

He wasted no time, pumping into her wet snatch once more while holding her legs against his chest. Unable to do anything but lie there and take it, Summer's fingers squeezed the sheets as she felt every inch of Jaune's cock ramming into her again and again.

"You love this don't you, Summer?" he growled, getting more and more comfortable now that it was his second time in a woman. He knew she loved dirty talk. He knew she wanted to be dominated. He was going to give it his all. "You love being fucked by my big, hard cock."

Summer's mouth was open wide, hot breaths being forced out every time Jaune slammed home. "Fucking… love… your cock…" she managed to breath out as his pelvis struck against her ass like a jackhammer.

She felt his lips press against and kiss one of her calves that was up near his head. Even while he was fucking her roughly, he still managed to be gentle and sweet. Summer knew she could get used to this.

"You're such a dirty MILF, Summer," he growled, barely audible over the wet claps every time he slapped into her pussy. He was thrusting like a madman, and she was so wet that he could slide in and out of her with little resistance.

"Ahh… fuck… Jaune…" she panted desperately.

"Look at you, on your back getting fucked by a guy half your age. But you love it. You can't get enough of me and my dick."

Summer was close to the breaking point again. Jaune's insatiable appetite combined with his dirty talk was driving her insane. Summer may have been a sweet and caring woman. She may have been, as her daughters called her, Supermom. But in the bedroom she turned into an animal. She wanted to be pinned down. She wanted to be slapped around. She wanted her man to talk dirty to her. She wanted to be rutted like a cheap whore.

And Jaune was doing just that.

Taking her ankles in his hands, Jaune pressed them down toward her body, coming down with them and resting on top of her in a mating press. His thrusts didn't relent, and as he pushed down closer to her chest he continued to pound away at her with wet, loud claps.

"You're my woman," he growled down into her ear. "Mine to fuck. Scream my name, Summer. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours!" she shouted, barely able to think as Jaune pounded her. "Ah-I… I'm yours, Jaune! Fuck me! Ah! Pl-please! Fuck me!"

Her back arched violently as she hit her second climax, but Jaune's weight on top of her prevented the woman from bending too much. Her body shook and squirmed again as the powerful orgasm surged through her, and her arms wrapped desperately around the boy who was ravaging her, nails digging into his back and clawing at his flesh as he fucked her into a frenzy.

"Jaune! I- can't! Ahh!"

It was too much. He was driving her wild with his relentless thrusting. She couldn't move. And part of her didn't want to either. She could barely think as her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure brought on by her lover's unstoppable hips pumping into her.

He only relented when Summer heard him start to grunt, the movements into her slowing in intensity, but each thrust a strong and deliberate one as he shot his seed into the tip of his condom.

Summer was sweaty, breathless, and dizzy when Jaune finally climbed off of her. He rolled over to his side to lie on his back, and she heard the boy panting too as he sought to catch his breath after another round of sex which had been even better than the first.

She was broken from her stupor when she felt him lean over and lovingly kiss her cheek. A smile curled on her lips, and she shifted onto her side to meet his lips, taking them with her own.

"Was that… everything you ever hoped it would be?" he asked her.

"Everything," she agreed happily, a satisfied grin curling on her lips. He'd given the mother of two her perfect fantasy. Dominated. Fucked. Enough to have gushed like a geyser when she climaxed.

Summer knew she could get used to this sort of treatment. She knew that Jaune could as well.

This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Author's Note: I enjoyed writing a more sexually liberated and naughty Summer, compared to the one I wrote before in another story of mine. Still still has a bit of a motherly sense to her, but she's also a woman who knows what she wants. In this case, she wants a young man who can and will please her.

My thanks go out to the anonymous commissioner for requesting this piece. This is part one of two, so expect the next chapter in a couple of days.

And of course, thank you all for reading. Let both me and the commissioner know your thoughts on this piece. We'd love to hear them.