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Widow

By: EasyTarget



The club was quiet. Distant glasses clinking, soft, late-night music, a serene heaven hidden in an out-of-the-way corner of Malcesine, Italy. And at the center of the calm swirl of life, its owner.

A slim black European suit and a red tie sat apart from the mild goings-on. Sitting back, resplendent, occasionally putting a slender Romeo y Julietta Reserva Real cigar to his lips, the beautiful Riviera studied, or appeared to study, a stack of business documents pertaining to the Castelpagano casino. Business was plenty good.

He wasn't in it for the money any more, he never really was. He was in it for the...finer things. Finer things like what came through the door to his lounge.

Gennario Riviera sat back, gently taking his cigar out of his teeth, and propping one Italian boot on an adjacent chair. He blew out a cloud of expensive smoke with a soft huff.

"Babe," he said, smiling, a thick New Jersey accent already apparent in that one syllable. "To what do I owe the magnificent gift of your presence?"

Tall, curvaceous Tosca stood over him, smiling a little.

"I was in the area," returned her sultry voice.

Riviera gestured for her to sit. She did.

"Always good to see you here in my house," he said. "Always good to see you here in that dress."

"Oh," said Tosca, "this old thing?"

"Babe," repeated Riviera, "you don't dress like that without a motive. You're dressed like you want somethin'. Hell, you're dressed like you're gonna kill somebody."

Indeed, the "dress" didn't go very far below Tosca's hips. It was black and split down the middle, all the way down to her waist, displaying her navel, held together by tiny, jewel-encrusted straps. Barely deserved the term "clothing." Tosca blushed a little. Expertly.

"And do I ever envy whatever poor bastid you're killin'," said Riviera. He allowed himself a good look, which Tosca afforded him. "In fact, in that thing, all you would have to do is ask real nice and I bet he'd die voluntarily."

Tosca giggled. "I bet you're right."

Riviera once shared a profession with Tosca, and survived more than a few encounters with others whose work was to be him. Knowing this, Riviera had been careful to flirt heavily with the lovely miss Tosca, but never to sleep with her. She seemed to understand. The way those two silencers poked out of his sport coat was pretty hot, though.

Riviera nodded. "Yeah." A moment, and then, "who?"

"Hm?" she asked, chin resting on her hand.

"Who's the lucky dead man?"

"Oh," she said, "nobody."

"I bet," said Riviera, setting the cigar on the edge of the large tray. "Listen. You come in here to see me, flashin' all hot like that, which means you're here for a reason, and not the kind I like. Either I am your business tonight, which if it is you're goin' about this the very wrong way, or, you want something, so let's have it, yeah? Total disclosure, please, if you would, my dear."

"There's no playing you, is there, Mr. Riviera?" she said. "He's a vacationing informant from Los Angeles who wouldn't roll over."

"Lucky him. What gives?"

"He's staying here."

"Ah, christ." Riviera cradled his forehead.

"Mr. Riviera," Tosca tried, "I attend your parties, I know your rules. And it is out of that mutual courtesy I even asked permission."

"Don't do that," said Riviera, "listen. This is a legitimate business. You do your thing up there, I want to be totally free of suspicion, you got that? Publicity damage, replacing the carpet, all that, that's also to consider."

"I guess I'll have to owe you," cooed Tosca.

"I guess you will," said Riviera, a little ice in his voice. "And I'll exact it later."

"In trade, Mr. Riviera?"

"You wish. I can get that for free anywhere. With less risk."

"Well, then. You have my gratitude, Mr. Riviera."

"I can't spend gratitude," he said, scrawling something on a watermarked paper, folding it. "Hand this to Morillo at the front. You've got the "murder central" suite on four and 24 hours of me turning the blindest eye you never did see."

"Much obliged," she said, standing and rewarding Riviera with a full view. He dreamily appreciated it from the safety of his side of the table.

"Good luck, babe. See you Saturday."

---

It didn't take long to get his attention. In that dress, she had everyone's attention. With expert cues and signals, she drew him to her across the bar.

Riviera leered darkly from his table on the other side of the large room. Tosca felt his eyes.

Her prey was very attractive in person. Beautiful even. Long hair, partly-unbuttoned white silk shirt, lithe and graceful. So youthful, and full of life.

She'd break him over her knee.

She got him talking, his big, bright eyes fixated on her, animatedly expounding on...something or other. Looking for an "in," she asked what he did for a living.

Her mind had been skipping over the conversation so far, waiting for the right moment, but she suddenly rewound what she heard when his answer came back. 

She had heard right. He wrote erotica films.

This was her chance. She immediately zeroed in on this aspect of the conversation. Got him to discuss details, where he got his inspiration, how "involved" he was in the process...more and more intimate, more and more hushed. Until finally, with another expert blush and perfectly executed shyness, she coyly asked if he could perhaps...demonstrate?

His eyes lit up.

---

She'd offered. But he'd insisted on his own lavish room. Could be a trap. She was ready. But when she knocked, it was unlocked, and there he was, in the middle of the room straightening the bed nervously.

Tosca glided inside, gently closing the door behind her. She was no more clothed than she was before.

He crossed the room in two steps and gently put his hands on her sides, softly promising things she'd heard many times before, before putting kisses on her shoulders and neck. He was hers. It was only a matter of time now.

Wait. That wasn't supposed to happen. She hadn't felt him handcuff her wrists...but there they were, shackled together in front of her, while her "victim" carried on trying to seduce her. The kisses had felt kind of nice, nothing to write home about, when had she lapsed?

He was either very skilled, or just that naiv. Either she was at a terrible disadvantage and in incredible danger, or was about to kill someone very interesting. Either way, she needed to go along with it for a little while. So she reluctantly allowed him to hang the chain off of some convenient protrusion from the ceiling.

Her arms held harmlessly above her head, things got out of hand as he slid behind her. She was going to kick him in the groin and fling him against the mantle with both legs, but what he did wasn't a lethal attack. It was, however, an assault.

The dress. It left nothing to the imagination. And it protected nothing. Tosca had been touched by men before. But something different happened this time. His hands were certainly skilled, but not the greatest in her memory. It was something else. She'd never allowed herself to be bound before, never felt helpless under the touch of another. But with just the addition of a pair of handcuffs, a garment that was designed to lure prey suddenly felt incredibly revealing and unproductive. The man behind her reached through her dress, through her layers of deceptions and cover identities, past her defenses, and found her.

His hand slid under her braless breasts, and he carefully dodged her head as it fell back, gasping and holding a quivering breath as his other hand crept up her thigh, pulling up the skirt the half-inch required to reveal everything.

She still squeezed her legs shut, but her body had already given in to feelings she'd never imagined before. One hand didn't crush or wad but gently caressed her breasts, and just the soft underside, supporting an lifting them. The other had begun to insinuate itself into her waist band. Her head was completely resting on his shoulder now, her body draped backwards over his as her legs stopped supporting her, and she could only breathe gasps of shock interspersed with surprised moans, both growing as his fingertips softly teased her shaved mound, and nothing more.

She was out of breath when he stopped, her whole body tingling, quivering and weak. She just watched as he excitedly slid her meager panties down her thighs, calves, and her stiletto heels, which he carefully lifted out for her. Then, her heart raced as he, kneeling in front of her, slowly slid and folded her skirt, inch by inch, up her pelvis, over her hips, and above her bellybutton. She watched herself exposed, vulnerable, obscenely open like that, as if seeing her own body for the first time. Her breath came more and more in rasps.

Her legs had parted slightly by now, and he was behind her again, this time his hand occasionally finding her nipples and giving them a soft tease, while his other fingertips stroked her thighs, hips, belly, and everything but what her body wished they'd find, and soon.

Her suspended body sang like an expertly played harp until her breathy, delirious moaning began to include semi-coherent whispers. She softly intoned as his ministrations continued upon her, manipulating her, but giving her frustratingly little pleasure, until her sighs articulated into breathed words, please, oh, please, quietly begging him in a voice hushed by her uncontrolled passion.

After allowing even this to continue torturously for a small eternity, he released her again, and her head lolled forward once more, her hair now hanging in strands, her skin shining with sweat, her mouth hanging open as she panted hotly, looking at him helplessly. She could feel her thighs coated with a dripping sheen trailing from a quivering need inside her.

Just the feeling of him touching her ankles to part her legs was enough to make her shudder and her eyes roll back. The begging became barely coherent affirmation, oh yes, ohh yes, yes, as he fastened the straps of the spreader bar holding her thighs far apart, then back to begging as he positioned himself between them, letting him feel his breath on her.

He let her reach, then frustratedly thrust and twitch her hips toward him for a while before he reached under her and took hold of her behind and plunged his face into her. Her hair whipped as she threw her head back, arching her whole body and screaming. Pleasure and ecstasy took her over completely and she rode helplessly as he enthusiastically devoured her subdued form. Her cries became more desperate as he brought her to the verge of climax, and held her there until her voice became stressed, and tears began to leak from her eyes.

She sobbed gratefully as he released her bonds and mercifully stripped her. She needed so badly to be naked now. She caught her breath in a paralytic heap as he cuffed her hands again, this time behind her back. Her eyes rolled back as she felt the collar go on. He let her regain herself, then helped her to her feet...the look on her face was savage. She needed that tongue back. Now.

She flipped her tangled, sweat-soaked hair from her face to see him lying on the bed, waiting for her, fully erect, one hand gently holding the long leash affixed to the collar on her neck.

He tugged.

The nude and thoroughly ravaged woman, without even her shoes now, stepped unsteadily but with purpose toward the bed. She stalked herself over to it, climbed aboard using only her legs, and collapsed before it like a last meal; she bathed it with her tongue, up and down and under, kissed it with her whole mouth, took it in, all the way, swallowed it, and rose only with another tug at her leash.

She was desperate to give herself to him now. Her body ached. Needed. Hurt. Again without the use of her helpless arms, she drew herself up, and dragged herself over him.

As men must, he guided it with one hand, but awaited her action. It tickled the gate to her opening, and with as much care as she could muster in her state, she rested enough weight upon it to savor the feeling of clenching herself over the head before giving in to the throbbing in her womb and slid wetly over him.

Her breasts thrust forward by the position of her arms, they bounced with her as she gyrated and ground hungrily into him, moaning unabashedly now, squeezing and pressing it as far inside her as it would go, savoring the pain of its size. Now free to enjoy herself, she indulged in his flesh, hedonistically spreading the dew of her wetness all over her thighs and him, twisting, arching, twitching as her whole body tingled electrically. She now teased herself, taking her time, fully drinking him in and consuming his power as deep inside her as she could pull him, until he finally reached for her, embraced and pinned her to his chest, and took her properly, thrusting into her with his whole body until her final release, which she screamed out as his own filled her with thick warmth...

She lay beside him on top of the covers, exhausted, the handcuffs still dangling off one wrist, the leash scattered across the bed. They rested in silence, besides her panting, him smiling at the ceiling at a fine demonstration of his art, her still somewhat catatonic, until finally he looked over at her, beaming.

"Was it good for you?" he asked smoothly.

She dizzily reached for a wineglass beside the bed, broke the bowl off the stem, and stabbed the jagged shank of crystal through his heart up to the stand.

"Oh, very," she breathed, now alone again. 

Widow



I could always say it was the heat that first made me decide to take off my shirt as I worked in the garden. With the temperature hovering near one hundred degrees and the heat index at something like one hundred eight no one would think otherwise, but to tell the truth I did it for her. Sure the light breeze often felt good cooling the sweat that poured down my chest, but it was the faint glimpses I caught of her as the curtains in the upstairs window fluttered that inspired me.

She was the wife of my late employer, Weston Pierce, one of the richest men in the city. He was a man who enjoyed his garden whenever he could and apparently he was quite happy with how I cared for it because he left specific instructions with the head of his household staff that I was to remain and care for his garden after he died. So while some staff changes were contemplated, I was secure in my position.

During the years I had worked for Mr. Pierce I had never met any of his family, they all seemed happy to remain within the household only stepping outside when heading for a car to ride away from the estate. I might catch a glimpse of someone peeking out into the garden but I never really saw anymore of them until late one evening when Mrs. Pierce called out to her husband from the back door. I was nearby, behind a tall shrub but could see her clearly though the branches.

I was so mesmerized by the sight of her in just a nightgown, her body silhouetted by the light inside the house, it was only later that I placed any meaning to the conversation I overheard. My eyes followed the dark curve of her breast as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what darling?" he replied as my eyes moved down her waist, curving out at her hips.

"I just talked to the doctor," I heard as I imagined running my hand along her thigh.

"Well, I didn't want to alarm you, he wanted to run some more tests, just to make certain," I glanced up to her face, her tears flickered in the dim light outside the door. 

"The results are in apparently, surgery tomorrow?"

"That soon?" he replied, his voice cracking slightly.

She then turned and I caught one last glimpse of her perfect silhouette as they stepped into the house. Only then did that crack in Mr. Pierce's voice gain significance. Tearing my thoughts away from his wife, I replayed the conversation in my head.

The following day was quiet. Mr. Pierce's car was gone, they had left even before I stepped out to begin my work. The next morning Jerry, the head of the household staff told me my position was safe, told me about the instructions he received. I returned to work focusing on caring for the garden in the same manner that so pleased Mr. Pierce.

In the weeks that followed I kept the garden in pristine condition even though no one came out to enjoy it. Even though no one did come into the garden I continually felt as if I were being watched. I never really could see anyone looking at me, but I'd catch an odd movement at a window, see a strange flash of light at the corner of my eye.

As time passed I focused my attention to a single upstairs window where I could sense, no, I just knew she was watching though the sheer curtains. It was then that I decided to pull off my shirt. As I continued working I quickly became covered in sweat. The feeling of it running down my body gave me a pleasant tingling sensation, or was that because I felt her watching me.

It was several days later, when most of the staff was off and Jerry had gone into town to do some shopping that I dared to take it to another level. I waited until about two o'clock, during the hottest part of the day. Glancing up at the window, the slightest movement in the curtain confirmed to me she was there, watching. I moved into the sunlight, where the bright rays would reflect off the torrents of sweat pouring from me.

Without hesitation, I reached down, unfastened my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. I then paused, letting her see me, see my body, my unabashed erection. I could feel the rivulets of sweat rolled down into my pubic hair and then trickle out onto the base of my cock. I waited until the sweat had pooled slightly at my cock and then I slowly cupped my right hand and wrapped it around the shaft.

I reached down with my left hand and then slowly began massaging my balls as my right hand began moving out over the head of my cock. I moved my hips forward and let my cock slide through my hand, mimicking the motion I imagined I would make slipping my cock into the woman watching me. Slowly I increased the speed of my motion, stroking my cock while gazing up at the window, looking for the eyes hidden in the darkness.

The heat was brutal and I as I stroked I could feel the sweat running down my face. Beads of salty moisture dripped from my nose down onto my cock, lubricating it as I continued. Wanting to draw out the experience, I had to pause several times as I came to the very verge of coming, stopping just before the wave of pleasure covered me. 

Waiting until the feeling subsided, I then began stroking again until I reached the very precipice of coming and then I'd stop again. Feeling slightly dizzy, I leaned back onto a rock wall to steady myself. I was about to begin again when I heard a sound at the door. It opened and I saw her step out into the garden.

She was naked and her dark skin almost immediately began to shimmer in the sunlight as the sweat formed on her. Quickly moving toward me, she stopped just in front of me and slowly reached her hand out, wrapping her nimble black fingers around my white cock. I reached out and touched a finger to her nipple, watching a bead of sweat fall from the spot I touched her.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she reached up with the hand not holding my cock and held a finger to my lips. Her head shook from side to side. She then pulled on my cock as she moved toward me. I reached down, grabbed her ass and lifted her as she spread her legs. With one hand on my shoulder for balance and one hand still firmly on my cock, she guided me into her.

It took a moment or two for her wetness to cover my cock, but quickly I was able to lean my hips forward and feel her open to me, the wet warmth of her enveloping me in pleasure. I leaned back against the wall as our bodies slithered together, the sweat oozing between us as my cock slipped deep into her pussy and then withdrew. Arching her back, she drove herself onto me, pushing against me as my cock plunged deeper and deeper into her.

Then, all too quickly I felt it surging, the pleasure intensifying. I grabbed her hips and tried to stop her, to slow her movement down so I could perhaps fight off the inevitable, but she didn't stop, instead he leaned her head forward and bit me lightly on the neck. The sunlight covered my face, blinding me in the brightness as I arched my back and came, spurting my cum into her pussy.

Only then did I feel the stinging pain in my neck. I moaned and then felt her release me, her body stepping back as I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed. Looking up at her I first saw it, the bright tattoo on the bottom side of her breast, a bright red glistening in her sweat. I reached my hand up and then everything went dark.

I awoke later to a high pitched sound. I tried to move but found myself strapped down, strapped down to a bed or something. There was an odd red flashing and I felt like I was moving, as I could hear bits of a conversation nearby. 

"Yeah, they found him tangled in some sort of web."

"Naked?"

"Well, his pants at his ankles, but more or less."

"So what about..."

"It's a bite or sting of some sort. I've seen reactions like this to a bee sting, but not a spider."

"You gave him..."

"Benadryl, but it didn't touch him."

"We're still ten minutes out."

"Yeah, I'm trying here. Wish we had some anti-venom."

"Do they even have it for spiders?"

"I'm not sure, I trying to fight the symptoms here, keep the airway open, but damn."

My mind slipped away from the conversation, back, back, back to the garden. The woman, Mrs. Pierce, her body, so beautiful, full breasts, hard firm nipples, her flat stomach and dark patch of kinky pubic hair and the beautiful pink that peeked from her dark lips. I remembered her, standing above me, the white frothy cum dripping from her pussy, running down her leg, the sweat dripping from her breasts and her tattoo, yes bright red, the bright red hourglass against her dark skin.

Voices again, "I'm losing him."

"Still five minutes..."

"Not gonna make it, if only we'd gotten there sooner. Damn it, damn it."

"Why didn't they call us sooner?"

"No one was there, the staff was off and the family had moved out the week before. He'd been working alone in the garden and it wasn't until the head of the household staff came back that he found him."

"Okay, just a couple of blocks now."

"No, no, it's no good, no good he's gone, he's... "



Widow and Nephew



Staying over at Aunt Tori's was always fun for her nephew Jimmy who would come out to visit for a month or so during his summer vacation. This though would be his last summer visiting his Aunt since he graduated high school and will be going off to college in the winter. It will be a little different, but the day would come everyone always knew. Jimmy always enjoyed it because it was a little beach house that she owns now after his uncle had passed away. She had money left for her, so she went far away from her hometown and has been living in the beach house ever since. The year after she had moved her sister, Miranda, suggested if she would like some company and for Jimmy to go down for a few weeks to actually have a real summer vacation and trip. She agreed and kind of looked forward to it. It does get pretty lonely in a town where no one really knows you and it doesn't help when you don't get out much.

With the hot and humid weather that comes around she is accustomed to wearing next to nothing to keep cool and rarely ever goes out to the beach and spends her time either on the deck, sometimes night walks on the beach, or just inside her little cozy house. She talks to family on the phone sometimes and usually being her blood family. She was only thirty-eight and was a widow already. She knows she should get on with life and not mope as much. But a loss is a loss and it hit her hard.

The first time Jimmy came to visit it had been a long time since she had anyone over, especially family, and she wasn't used to it. They were watching a movie and she came into the living room, excited for once, for having to look forward to seeing someone she knows in her living room. She plopped down on his lap and she wrapped her arms around him and smiled wide. She was happy, she missed her family, and this was just what she needed.

With the sudden excitement, Jimmy didn't really hold back as well as he had hoped and she felt something under her and casually got off and was a little embarrassed, not so much on her side, but his. It was kind of funny but wrong. Nothing was said, and hopefully she didn't think he thought that was why she got off his lap. That was then and this is now, few years and summer visits have gone by.

"Aunt Tori, I'm here!" Jimmy was outside her front door holding his suitcases as he was looking in through the door windows. He saw her body shape in the back of the house as he kept looking through the window and before he knew it he was seeing the million dollar smile of his Aunt Tori.

"Jimmy!" She opened the door up and practically dragged him inside out of excitement. "How many years have you been coming here now? You don't have to knock boy, it is always open to you. Your house too, you know."

"Yeah, I just don't like walking in. . . like so and all that." He kind of stammered as he was walking through and saw her in a button up dress shirt and bikini bottoms.

Her legs were fleshy, smooth, and soft looking, especially when her upper thighs would jiggle a little when she walked. The back of the bikini bottoms would ride up a little and show off the lower parts of her butt cheeks and the way her office shirt fit around her body and especially hips made it a wonderful sight to take in. He has always had thoughts of his Aunt like this ever since he could remember. But since he started staying here during summers it became stronger. It seems they have gotten closer now than they ever have before. The both of them look forward to summer vacation now and can't wait for the time to come when he gets to visit.

Tori sometimes volunteers or finds a charity event to go to and help out so she isn't always stuck inside the house. Financially she is fine, but she can never go without doing some kind of work and she knows she can't allow herself to be consumed in becoming a hermit. At least Jimmy breathes a new life in her and he is more than happy to be here for a month. He watched her sit down and she went to cross her legs while they sat at the kitchen bar on the stools. He looked between her legs as she was crossing to see the middle of her legs, the exposed bikini and how full it looked being tightly fit around her plump pussy. Her legs looking all the more delicious being crossed and on top of one another. Leading down to her calves, they were formed well, slender and very beautiful and full. Her skin was radiant and mildly tanned. She always has a different hairstyle it seems each year he comes to visit and now she had grown it out and made it slightly curly. Long hair that went past her shoulders, naturally black with a little brown, heredity there, he knew for his mum has it as well. They sat there and talked, catching up with each others lives while drinking tea she had prepared for his arrival.

"I'm sorry if it is a little hot in here. The central air is broken and is supposed to be fixed tomorrow or the day after." She noticed he started to sweat a little and was on his third glass since they had started talking.

"I thought it was a little hotter than normal here." He noticed now why she was wearing what she was wearing.

"Yeah, I was just wearing my bikini and then saw you come up and threw a shirt on to look halfway decent." She chuckled.

"Oh please, it isn't like I haven't seen you in a bikini before. Why hide your body in front of me." He caught the last sentence he said and took another drink of tea hoping it'd go away by time he was done.

Tori blushed and got up from her seat and went to look at the thermostat. "Goodness! It is boiling in here. You want to go outside, it seems cooler there than in here." She asked with a smile.

Grabbing a hair band and pulling her soft hair back to put into a ponytail to keep from burning herself up with her heavy hair covering her like a blanket on her shoulders and back. They went onto the deck that overlooked the ocean and took a seat in the chairs and resumed their conversation.

"Aunt Tori, seriously, if you want to you can take your shirt off so you don't have to be uncomfortable and hot on my account." He noticed she kept shifting in her shirt trying to get it to stop sticking to her.

"I don't know. I am fine, thank you." She smiled over at him. "Besides, look at you wearing your pants out here you crazy boy!"

"Yeah, but you keep shifting around and I know it is uncomfortable for you. I promise I won't look or take peeks." He joked trying to break the tension and get her nervousness down some.

"Ok, look, I grabbed a shirt because I was just going around in my bikini bottoms, beyond that, I have nothing on under this shirt. I thought you weren't due for another forty-five minutes or so." She confessed and told him why she was going around in a button up shirt.

"Oh." Was all he could say and took a hard swallow.

A few moments went by awkwardly silent and Jimmy kept looking over cautiously to see her breasts under the shirt. Well so she is, he thought, seeing the way her breasts were looking now under the shirt. Completely braless and no support holding them up. God she looks radiant! He kept looking at her and taking her beauty. She was only about five-six, but she was a very beautiful woman.

"What?" She caught him admiring her and he snapped his head to the ocean the minute she heard her voice, she laughed at that.

"It's just you are hot and why be uncomfortable just because I am here. Oh, that sounded bad." He quieted down at whatever it is that is having him saying such awkward things to her.

"Here, how about this. I unbutton it and open it a little so I won't be so hot. Is that ok?" She smiled at his courtesy of putting her needs in mind.

"Um, ok." He thought she would just walk in and get a top but this was even better.

Unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it open until it met her full breasts Jimmy watched on as she was unbuttoning and then saw both sides of the shirt fall to the sides. He could make out a side of a uncovered breast on her. Pushing the fabric out and a glistening a little from her being sweaty. He is glad he was wearing pants now because he just felt his dick start to grow slowly in his pants. He felt each throb and twitch his dick made and was hoping his Aunt didn't look over and see his pants move. Barely noticeable, he crossed his legs and squeezed his dick hoping to get it down. But it was only making it harder with the constant pressure and rubbing. Bad idea, he told himself.

Tori looked over and saw he looked a little stiff and frozen. "You ok, honey?"

"Uh, yeah, just enjoying the scenery." He scanned around him and saw the ocean using it as his alibi.

"Ok. Thought it was because I am halfway topless and you couldn't handle seeing my nearly exposed tits or something." She put him on the spot big time and laughed at his sudden response. He looked over, down, back up to her face and back in front of him again squeezing his legs even tighter wanting his dick to go back down. "Hah! You should see your face now! Oh god, it is so red. C'mon I am just messing around with you!" She reached over and grabbed his knee following a warm rub.

"Yeah. Uh, yup." He looked at her hand on his knee and was thinking of his dick between his legs being squeezed and kept down from popping up.

"You look a little uncomfortable too now." She saw his breaths were a little short and his face red, not just from embarrassment, but from being hot as well. "You want to get your trunks and go for a swim and cool off or what?"

"No, I am fine, thank you." I could go for a swim and cool my dick off, though, he thought to himself looking back over and seeing her shirt opens up a little more and more with each movement.

There was a lot of space between her breast and stomach. Tori was quite top heavy up there and the shirt was hanging off her breasts really, barely touching her stomach, or anything else unless she leans back or sitting up and the bottom is touching top of her legs. Her bikini covered up from the bottom of the shirt being bunched up and on her legs as she was sitting up being amused by her nephew's shyness and blushing.

"Come on." Tori stood up and buttoned one button over her breasts to keep her shirt from coming undone. "Let's go inside and get some more tea. I really am sorry about the mechanical problems and hopefully tomorrow it will be fixed." He followed behind her slowly as they walked inside, once again, watching her lower butt cheeks with each step she was taking. He kept his hands down in front as natural as he can make it look.

Taking her seat at a stool at the bar he watched as she got the tea back out and put the pitcher on the countertop with two glasses. The tea helped quite a bit and he was feeling his erection slowly go down. Tori pretty much knew what she did to him when she unbuttoned her shirt and didn't think she would have that strong of an effect on the poor boy. It did feel kind of good, she thought about it, seeing she still had a body to turn a male on. Taking a quick look at herself and didn't think a office shirt and bikini bottoms would do anything at all. Let alone someone of Jimmy's age.

Jimmy finally felt his erection go down enough for him to actually sit comfortably and move around with his hands in front of his crotch. Taking notice of Jimmy's newfound comfort, she wanted to keep him like he was, it was funny and also kind of made her feel better. Nice seeing a man get flustered over her, she amused herself.

"Be right back, I am going to go and get a top for the shirt so I can be comfortable." She got up and went to her bedroom.

"Ok." He poured himself another glass of tea.

Moments later Tori came back in and still had her shirt on but wasn't worried anymore about exposing too much. She had on a yellow, white trimmed top under her white button shirt. Her breasts being held firm by the fabric but also being shown off in such a seductive manner. They were pushed up from the top close together, creating a luscious line of soft flesh in the middle, where her two heavy breasts touch together. He was lost in time and did not notice his own staring, all he could think of is what it would feel like to push his fingers between those two soft fleshy mounds and feel them engulf his fingers. What it would feel like to let his tongue lick between that line of cleavage and feel the softness of her tits on his tongue and rubbing against his face.

Tori couldn't believe this, the top is making him more crazy than her going basically topless. She felt her body shiver from excitement and nervousness as well. Nothing technically wrong was being done and it isn't like he hasn't seen her in a bikini top before anyways.

"Hey, buddy, you know my eyes are up here." She called him on the spot again and he looked up with a red face and wide eyes. She busted out laughing unable to hold it back and grabbed his shoulder. "Oh my, you are a funny one. You should see your face again."

"Umm, uh, yeah. Yup." He stammered again and tried to catch his words before turning towards his tea. Taking quick sips, trying to avoid eye contact and talking for the time being.

"What you so flustered about? Not like you never seen me in a bikini before!" Enjoying this and wanting to see how far he will go before he wants to stop.

"Yeah, but, I- I, I don't know. Sorry." He said, forcing himself to look in her eyes.

She grabbed her tits and gave them a nice squeeze and laughed to get his full attention. "Oh stop being so modest! My goodness, it natural to look at a woman, especially these!" She pushed them up and rubbed them little bit more before letting them go. That was hotter than she anticipated, her body was silently shaking and her excitement was through the roof now. Jimmy felt his dick get hard in record time as he watched her play with her tits like that. That had to of been one of his most erotic moments ever.

"See? Geez, when you become a prude?" She teased him and gave him a playful push.

She grabbed her hair and tossed it back around to her back and took a drink from her glass. She felt she should slow down before something happened or whatever and he feels uncomfortable or situation just gets out of hand.

"At least it is mid-afternoon and soon the heat won't be so unbearable." Tori quickly changed the subject around to try and ease the tension. She figure she would give him time to process everything and get back to normal, and get calmed down as well. Looking at his legs and how he has them crossed again.

The afternoon went along fine and without anymore teasing as well. Not to say there weren't thoughts roaming through their minds now. It was tame. She asked how he enjoyed his last year of high school and if he feels any different being nineteen now and just catching up in general. They both went back out to the deck until the sun started to set and came in to start dinner. During dinner it wasn't so bad with the sun being down and not as hot as it was. She fixed him a nice dinner and they both decided to eat in the living room and see what movies was on television. They talked a little bit more while eating and watching some movie they just turned on and pretty much ignored. It was a nice evening it's just laidback and relaxing.

After dinner they put the dishes in the dishwasher and went back to finish the rest of the movie they were both lost out on.

"Do you even know what is happening in this movie?" Tori looked over curled up in the corner of the couch.

"Nope, we kept talking and missed out on the beginning." He tried to make sense of what the people are talking about in the movie. "Oh well, I need to go get a bath and wash this sweat and grime off."

"Well you know where the bathroom is." She turned looking at the hallway where the bathroom is.

Jimmy sat his suitcase down on the bed he needed his nightclothes out of and went off to take his bath. His Aunt's bathtub was so cool, had all this neat stuff on it and felt good as well, he rarely takes showers here just so he can relax and all in the tub.

Slowly sinking into the hot water Jimmy let out a sigh and felt the hot water burn his legs as he was inching more and more into the tub. Finally making it all the way in, he felt his skin tingle from the hot water, following him dipping his head into the water. He quickly came back up and figure that to of been a not so great idea. Taking his time before actually bathing he was just sitting there in the tub feeling the hot water and the jets going off all around him. What an awesome tub this is, he thought, feeling the jet cycle going on.

"Jimmy?" He heard a knock at the door and looked over, opening his eyes, and hearing Aunt Tori's voice on the other side.

"Yeah, Aunt Tori, what is it?"

"Umm, can I come in real quick?" She asked slowly and with a bit of hesitation.

Holy shit! he thought, what she want in here for? His mind racing and he wondered what he would do about covering up. He kept thinking of what ifs and the door started to open anyways. "Come on in." He said despite her already coming in.

"I was wondering, since this your probably last time you staying here for a summer and all that, if I could maybe wash you like I used to. Be a nice trip down memory lane." She shyly asked him and saw him sinking into the tub to try and keep himself covered.

"What?!" He was shocked by this, turned on, and speechless. She wants to wash me? "I, umm, I-" He looked up at her and saw a look in her eyes that was saying please and something else. "I guess, if you really want to."

She had changed clothes and was wearing a white undershirt tank top, blue shorts, and socks. Her hair was done up in a rushed bun with her bangs hanging on each side of her face. She looked great for this natural look. Better than any model he ever seen that went through hours of makeup and preparations for photos. Tori was kneeling at the side of the tub and noticed Jimmy quickly moving his hands to his crotch to keep covered.

"It's ok, Jimmy, don't worry. Just let me wash you and get you clean." She smiled at his shyness.

Reaching over for the showerhead, she placed a hand on his wet shoulder, soft to the touch as she was rinsing his sandy blonde hair with the water. Her eyes were wondering around on his thin body as he was a little frozen. He just kept staring in front of him as his hands were over his dick. Upon her touching him, she noticed his hands moving a little to accommodate his now growing dick. Tori was now leaning forward to reach for the shampoo bottle on the other side of the wide tub and top of her tits dipping into the water. Jimmy was looking over a little and was looking down her undershirt at the freely hanging breasts. They jiggled as she was fumbling around trying to get hold of the shampoo bottle. She could have simply asked him for it but she was doing this for his benefit, she finally got it and went straight again. Now her white shirt transparent and Jimmy's eyes were as wide as her visible nipples.

"Aunt Tori?" He tore his eyes away from her wet shirt and to her face. "What's going on?"

"I'm washing you." She simply said. Running her fingers through his hair lathering up the shampoo. Her eyes occasionally wondering down to his hands to see if she can get a peek.

"Ok, well, ok then, I was wondering then if," he stopped himself from finishing. Afraid it might not actually be what he thinks it is and ruin it and make her feel bad.

"What?" She as rinsing his head off now. Without thinking, he naturally rubbed his eyes and left his hard dick exposed now and in view. Her eyes immediately darted to it and she saw the hard cock. It was about six or so inches and thick. His pubic hair trimmed and it made it look longer than it really was. It was a nice sight. Tori kept rinsing his head to keep his eyes closed and his hands rubbing his eyes so she could keep looking.

Tori finally let up and stopped rinsing his hair so he wouldn't maybe catch on or figure out what she was doing. He stopped rubbing his eyes and got them clear of water and shampoo, still not noticing his hands are no longer covering himself, he looked up at Aunt Tori. "Your shirt is all wet. Probably uncomfortable." He pointed out what they both knew.




Widow and Nephew



He reached over slowly, keeping eye contact with her and waiting for her to put a stop but she just kept there. Still kneeling in front of the tub as he reached for the bottom of her tank top and lifted it up slowly. Lifting it faster up when he saw the bottom of her breasts in sight. His eyes glued to her chest, her heavy tits were free and in complete open view as he was lifting the shirt up past them and he left it there to sit atop her breasts bunched up. Her nipples hard, slightly wet from her wet shirt and being in the tub. They were full and heavy and big. He couldn't tear his eyes away from them, her nipples were soft looking even while stiff, her stomach was cute and sexy. A little chubby like, but created cute curves and accentuated her hips greatly. Bellybutton was shadowed just right and made her stomach seem all the more better looking and full. He couldn't take his eyes off her and his dick was throbbing big time, and that made him remember he was uncovered.

Jimmy went to move his hands back down to his dick out of instinct of having someone like Aunt Tori around him naked now. But she grabbed his hands and shushed him, telling him it was ok and to just let her continue to bathe him. She grabbed the washcloth and lathered it up with soap and started to wash his back and chest. Her free hand rubbing and touching his chest as she would wash his back and then rub his back when she was washing his chest. Jimmy was feeling his heart beat faster and his dick twitch under the water. Tori was leaning against the tub now reaching over washing his right arm, her breasts pushing against the tub while he was looking at them squeeze together and push up against the tub.

"Can I touch them?" He asked fast, afraid of the answer and nervous about asking his Aunt a question like that.

"Yes, if you want to." She was now washing under his arm and was looking down at his dick constantly.

Jimmy slowly reached up with his arm closest to her and not currently being washed and touched under her right breast with his fingertips. Feeling the softness of her skin against his wet fingers, he moved up to the outer edge and then squeezed it. Feeling the softness and pushing his hand in on the cushiony tit. Tracing his forefinger now around her nipple, Tori was taking in the touching and stopped washing his arm, feeling his hand and fingers touch her gently, but also hungrily. Pinching her nipple now, he felt the small little bud between his finger and thumb and moved back to squeezing her breast. It was so soft and wonderful, he thought, touching his Aunt's breast.

Seeing as how she wasn't washing him much now, he moved his other arm up and touched her other breast, feeling the both of them now in each of his hands. The softness of her flesh that he would see come between his finger when he squeezed them gently. They were big and his palms only covered a good part of the fronts and his fingers barely reached her underarms and sides. Tori closed her eyes and reacted by reaching into the water at his dick and held onto it firmly, softly caressing it under the water. Jimmy stopped and took in the feeling of his Aunt's hand holding his cock and rubbing it.

He moved his hands away from her breasts and to her sides where he rubbed up and down from the sides of her breasts to her hips, taking in her soft skin and curves. He traced the side of her body and felt the fleshy stomach on his palms. She started stroking his dick as he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it boldly. He was lost as he felt his Aunt stroke his cock and the touching of her tits, he just leaned in without thinking and started to lick and suck on her tits. Tori bit her lower lip and still had her eyes closed, taking in the touching and the stroking of his dick and Jimmy sucking on her tits. Feeling her tits being squeezed together; Tori felt his mouth try to take both of her nipples in his mouth.

Jimmy stood up in the tub and kept his hands on her tits, though, and he was standing in the tub in front of his kneeling Aunt. Without warning, the bathing, turned stroking now went to sucking as Tori opened her mouth wide and took half his cock in her mouth. Holding the bottom half of his cock. Jimmy looked down and stood straight up then moving his hands away from her tits and just watched. Moving her hand down to his balls, she squeezed and held them tightly, then Jimmy felt something. Aunt Tori took his whole cock in, and he felt his head touch the back of her throat. Looking down at her, she was looking up at him as she had his whole dick in her mouth and she kept there. He slowly reached down and took hold of her head and kept her there. He was taking mental pictures of this.

She went to pull back, but he kept her there on his dick and she was beginning to choke a little on his cock being down her throat too long. He finally let go, she pulled back fast and was coughing and trying to catch her breath as his cum was dripping out of her mouth and onto her tits and legs as she sat on her feet. He couldn't hold it back any longer and was surprised at how long he did go not busting his load. Tori acted quickly and tried to swallow the first big load, but ended up having a lot of it spill out of her mouth. "Oh my god!" Jimmy cried out as he felt his dick go semi-hard and hanging still nicely.

Grabbing the washcloth, Tori cleaned the remaining cum up off of her and stood up smiling at her nephew. "Well, I need to get to bed if we are to have a good day tomorrow and I can't be tired out." She said, kissing him on the cheek and giving him a hug with her shirt still bunched up above her tits. Jimmy stood there dumbfounded, his Aunt comes in and bathes him, touches him, and sucks him off and then goes to bed.

"Goodnight," he finally mustered out after she already walked out. "What just happened?" He said to himself, looking down at his dick and the sensation came back of feeling her mouth around it and his dick became hard instantly.

The next morning Jimmy woke up to the smell of breakfast and crawled out of bed, immediately thoughts of last night came flooding in, and his mind was already reminding him. Shuffling into the kitchen, letting out a long yawn, and seeing Aunt Tori at the stove she had a pair of tight shorts on with a low cut blue shirt on. Turning around his eyes were awake fast upon seeing her amount of revealed breasts from the shirt.

"Morning, Jimmy." She said, smiling, and returning back to the food.

"Morning," taking a seat at the bar and watching her fix breakfast.

"About last night," she spoke up and turned around facing him, "I hope it didn't ruin anything or make you feel uncomfortable. I didn't really think it'd go that far and I don't know if I wanted it to or not, and, well, yeah. Sorry if you are upset or anything about it." She explained to him.

"Umm, don't worry about it, it's ok." He couldn't hold his smile back any longer from thinking about it again. "It- it was nice." He admitted to her.

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, relieved he wasn't angry or anything with her about it. "Good." Returning to the skillet and checking her food.

Tori came back and took a seat next to him at the bar and he kept looking at her exposed breasts of the low cut shirt. She noticed this and tossed her hair behind her and was enjoying his stares. "You can touch them again if you want." She offered.

Reaching out, Jimmy looked up at her and put his fingers between her breasts and felt the soft skin just surround them as he played between them. Tori closed her eyes and felt his fingers and hand touch and rub over her tits. Jimmy moved his hand to the outer side of her left tit and he reached under the shirt and beneath her breast and pulled it out of her shirt, following the same with the other. He was looking now at her exposed breasts hanging out of her shirt. Using his palms to massage the outer parts of her big tits, his eyes were glued on them again, they were so full and heavy.

"By the way, I am sure this goes without say, but, don't tell your mother about this." She said softly, feeling his fingers and hands massage and rub gently over her tits. She reached down and lifted the bottom of her shirt up past her stomach, bunching it up above her stomach to stay in place.

"Don't worry, that won't be happening." He assured her, squeezing the sides of her breasts and taking in the softness of her flesh. God these feel so good, better than any girl his age he felt up or seen, these were mature and plump. "They feel so good. Can I lick them. . .and all that again?" He asked, tracing her nipples with his fingertips, feeling her buds against his fingers.

"You can do whatever." She said full of lust. "After I check our food." She teased him, nervous of where this might go and what could happen, but at the same time, enjoying every minute of it.

"That's mean." He joked, feeling the tension ease up for once.

"You don't want burnt food do you?" She looked back, keeping her tits out of her shirt and looking higher than they really are from being held up by the shirt.

She turned the fire down and lifted the skillet off the burner and placed the food on a plate next to the stove. She felt her body still on fire from being touched, and last night, before she went sleep she masturbated at least three times before she could get to sleep. Now her pussy is really on fire and soaked knowing that Jimmy is ok with this. She didn't think what happened last night would have happened as fast as it did. She only thought it would be bathing him and he would make a move or hint or something. But it completely caught her off guard when he asked to touch her. Looking down at her exposed breasts hanging out of the top of her shirt, she was wondering what she was doing was right, but he had no qualms about it. At least she knows he isn't like most and just use her for one thing and he will still be there the next day and not be done with her.

"You want the scrambled or juicy eggs?" Tori turned around and held the plates under her breasts knowing he would be looking at her more than the food and deciding.

Looking at her pink, softly raised nipples and the soft, pale fleshy breasts hanging out of her shirt, he didn't really care what she served him for breakfast. "Scrambled, I guess," His eyes still on her breasts and she knew it, and loved it.

Her stomach looked so beautiful, he never really knew what to look at and admire. Her full breasts or her soft, round stomach and her cute belly button. The way her sides curved and showed off her hips, he could stare at her all day long from the hips up. She sat the plate down in front of him from behind and rubbed her bare tits against his back and neck while doing so. He felt this and his cock twitched, already hard, and he reached down to stroke it. He figure it was ok to do so, she is going around with her tits hanging out of her shirt for him, so this is fine, he thought, rubbing his dick over his underwear. He felt a wet spot from his precum at the tip of his dick as he kept rubbing it. Tori noticed and sat next to him, watching his rub his dick as they ate breakfast together at the bar.

Feeling himself get a little closer to that wonderful feeling, his hand increased. Stopping for a moment, he felt the sensation go away for a short second, until he pulled his cock out and was stroking it bare handed now. Tori saw his dick again, the one she sucked on the night before, she recalled the taste and soft, wet texture in her mouth. She took a hard swallow of the food she had and watched him. Jimmy knew she was watching, did since he started, but knew also she was enjoying it. His hand going up to the tip of his dick and rubbing the skin underneath the bottom of his head on the underside, he would stroke again, repeat. Feeling it almost happening, he looked over at his Aunt Tori and saw her watching for the first time completely and he quickly turned and let out a loud, hard grunt. His cum shot all over her legs and stomach some on her shorts but mainly legs after the first long shot.

Tori felt the warmness of it on her legs and stomach, looking down she saw the white goo on her body and shorts. She opened her legs on the stool and grabbed his cock by the shaft and pulled him over and pumped the rest out onto her shorts over her crotch. They both saw the wet white spots on her blue shorts and the cum was soaking the fabric. Closing her legs, "Mmm," Tori seductively moaned as she felt the cum on her legs press against each other and the cum on her shorts soak through from the pressure. Not like she could actually feel it, but the thought of it soaking through her shorts and not wearing any panties was a nice thought alone.

Watching her rub her legs together and her hands now massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples with her thumb and fingers. Rolling it between them, pulling on them, and letting them go to bounce back in place above her shirt opening. Jimmy was watching now as she was touching herself and bringing herself to a climax it looks like just by rubbing her thighs together. Tori reached down and unzipped her shorts, lifting her hips up from the stool using her feet to balance on the bars, she was peeling her shorts off as fast she could until they were down around her knees and from there she let them fall to her ankles by themselves.

His eyes opened wide now upon seeing his Aunt Tori's bush and how wet it was and her black curly hair was glistening from her pussy juices near her pussy lips. She kept her pussy neatly trimmed it seems and it fanned out all around very beautifully. A little around her pussy lips, too, which made it all the more erotic for him as he watched her dip her hand between her legs and starting moving her fingers up and down over her lips. She ran her fingers between her pussy lips and back up to her black hair, that looks so soft to the touch and even softer when it looks wet. His dick was hard again and he was stroking it after he took his underwear completely off. They both sat there on their stools in front of each other and masturbated while watching each other.

Looking at how her fingers slid inside her pussy so easily. Jimmy let up on stroking his cock fast to slow. His eyes stuck on her wet fingers as they pushed in and out of her pussy hole. He could hear her fingers make sloppy wet sounds each time she pushed back inside her pussy and that was turning him on more than the sight. Getting off the stool to get closer to her, he crouched down and watched her shiny, wet fingers push in and out. Tori kept it up and looking down at him as he was right between her legs watching her. Pushing a third finger inside her pussy she bucked her hips a little bit more and fingers and hand became even more soaked. He placed his hands on her upper thighs as he was between her legs watching her fingers playing with her pussy.

Pulling her wet, shiny fingers out and using her forefinger and middle finger to spread her pussy lips apart. She looked down at Jimmy staring straight inside her now sopping wet pussy hole with wide eyes. He was looking at the wet pink inner lips and how they opened up and he could see her pussy hole clearly, it was so wet and shiny now from her fingering. Her pussy hair on her plump outer lips was soaked as well along with her inner thighs being wet from her rubbing her fingers against. He could smell her pussy and it smelled quite nice, he couldn't take his eyes off of it and Tori was looking down. Feeling even more turned on spreading her pussy lips open for him but also being the centre of attention for a younger man. The leather seat under her was a little wet from her pussy juices seeping out and soaking the seat and her butt cheeks.

"You want to touch or anything?" Tori looked down and gave him a warm smile, her eyes cloudy like and her face warm looking. He never seen her look so calm before. Her hair was in her face a little and it made her look all the hotter and seeing under her breasts and how much higher and bigger they look from resting outside the top of her shirt was all wonderful views for him. His dick hard and precum building up at the tip and slowly crawling down the underside of his dick.

"You don't mind?" He asked shyly, looking up at her and back at her wet, shiny, juicy looking pussy being opened for his pleasure.

He kept his one hand on her leg still and with the other slowly reached out towards his Aunt and touched around her inner pussy lips and felt the soft, warm skin and circled all around her lips until he decided to dip it inside her pussy hole. Tori shuddered as she felt his finger touch the inside of her pussy and she lifted her hand up that was holding her lips apart and allowed him to just play with her pussy. Enjoying his exploring and touching, she loved how he just touched and appreciated what was in front of him when she allowed him to touch. Jimmy would look up at her eyes to make sure he still doing ok and everything, but she just had her eyes closed most the time when he would look up so he just instead focused on touching.

It smelled rather good, he thought, not like what some guys complain about that he knew. Than again, none of the guys he knew were lucky enough to ever have their hand with a beautiful woman as his Aunt Tori. Pushing his finger in as deep as he could in her pussy, he felt the wet softness of her pussy hole just wrap around his finger and soak it and it felt so wonderful. Pulling out and using two fingers now he did the same thing and just felt her insides surround his fingers and he moved them around inside her as well. He would hear her moan and feel her rotate her hips a little on the stool and he loved seeing her exposed lower butt cheeks move when she did that. She had a nice ass, round and plump, looked very good in jeans especially. Her shorts she wears in the summer is just as great, too, the way her legs just come out of them and look so soft and long.

Growing bolder, he pulled his fingers out and ran them up and down her pussy lips feeling the hot wetness from it. He had something else in mind, though, leaning his head in closer he could feel the heat of her pussy and smell was even stronger. He stuck his tongue out and took a lick up tasting her juices and feeling the silky skin from being so soaked. An explosion went through both of them, Tori had no idea it was coming she only though he was going to put more fingers inside of her never this! Jimmy tasted her juices and was taken aback for a second, not wasting anymore time he buried his head between her legs and Tori let out a loud groan and pushed her pussy into him encouraging him.

"Oh. . . Fuck!" Tori let out, feeling her already deep breaths getting shorter and lower. She reached up and grabbed her tits and squeezed them each time she felt his tongue lick up and over her clit. He obviously didn't know much about eating pussy. He rarely focused on her clit, but it didn't matter, this was first time in long time she was actually enjoying another man touching her like this.

It didn't take long, as soon as he started and kept licking on her clit she felt her insides build up and before she could let him know she came and it surprised him. Caught him off guard and he backed up and watched her pussy pulsing and he just sat there and watched. Rubbing her pussy with his hand, touching around, he looked up and saw her head hanging back, eyes closed, and long, heavy breaths. Her hands were softly massage the outer parts of her breasts and when her palms were over her nipples she squeezed them and would pull on them and kept that up until her breathing became normal again.

"Oh, god! Mmm, Jimmy, I wish you hadn't pulled away when I was coming like that, honey." She played with her nipples as he was looking between her face and pussy and tits.

"Oh, it just caught me off guard and I didn't know what to really do." He shyly replied and kept his hands on top her fleshy thighs rubbing them up and down while talking to her.




Widow and Nephew



"Come on, we need to eat our breakfast. You got naughty and sidetracked everything." She teased him.

"Me? You the one running around with your tits hanging out your shirt and showing off your sexy stomach." He shot back, finally getting up from between her legs and taking his seat at the stool.

Tori went to pull her shorts up real quick and take her seat but Jimmy stopped her and told her just leave them off and keep the shirt on. It looks sexier that way, he looked at her up and down. "Put your tits back inside the shirt and just keep natural with the low cut shirt on only." He instructed her.

"Oh, you like telling me how to look, huh?" She opened her shirt and gently pushed one in and then the other and situated them both back comfortably.

"Well, I think you look really great like this." He looked at her shirt and how it fit snug around her body and stopped a little below her belly button and her hips took over the rest for his visual pleasure. Her black furry bush was a nice addition as well, the dark hair really made her skin look all the more softer the way it fanned out across her apex.

"Aren't you just a sweet talker." She took her seat on the stool and he watched as her butt went from round to easing out the sides from her sitting. Turned him on quite a bit, he loved she had some meat on her unlike the skinny girls who starves themselves. He was so captivated by her, she is an ideal woman he would want, and actually has in a way, he thought. He could almost worship her, he caught her crossing her legs and loved seeing her two soft legs touching like that, made them look all the more full to him.

After breakfast, they both returned to the living room and was enjoying the morning cool air before it gets hotter in afternoon. They both sat on the couch and was seeing what was on television and just try and stay as cool as they can for the time being and maybe retreat outside or go somewhere later on until the air condition is fixed. Jimmy would occasionally look down at her legs, which were closed while she sat, and see her patch of pussy hair. Tori caught notice of his leering and smiled, than wanted to show him how to eat a pussy right.

"You don't know how to eat a pussy out really do you?" She shifted herself to face him and rested her head in her hand that was on top the couch cushion.

"Not really, some of the girls I was with didn't like that kind of thing. They felt it was nasty to do and mouths shouldn't be down there like that or something like that."

"Well, I am not those girls. I'm a woman and I know what makes women feel good and what they really like." She grinned. "Get down on the floor in front of me. I'm gonna teach you how to eat some pussy so you can go back home and show all those uptight girls what they been missing!" She turned forward and scooted her butt up to the edge of the seat and propped one leg on the seat and the other as far she could put it.

Sitting there surprised and shocked at all this he had no idea his Aunt was like this at all. She was sexy and always gave off an aura of sex appeal ever since he knew her really. But he never ever imagine himself doing something like this with her, or her acting this open and, well, awesome like this. Doing as she said, he got down on the floor on his knees in front of her and was looking at her pussy again. He could feel his stomach begin to pulsate it felt like and his heart race. Anxiousness and nervousness was mixing and was making him eager but scared at the same time.

"Ok, now all you have to do is just first lick around my pussy and just taste me all over." She instructed him, keeping her hands inside her thighs keeping her pussy in plain view for him. He did as she said and slowly leaned in and started to lick her sparsely hair and plump outer pussy lips. He could feel her full thatch of hair rub on his nose as he as licking around her wet pussy. Tori moved her hands and closed her legs and Jimmy felt her soft thighs touch his face and her feet on his back now. His cock was hard and needed stroking, but he kept the licking up all around as she told him.

"Good. Good, now look here," she spread her legs open again and opened her pussy lips with her hand and showed him her clit. "Lick or do whatever on my clit and that will be sure to please any woman you do this to."

He saw the pink little bud peaking out of a pink fold and was in heaven. A tasty pussy right in front of him and he was licking it, touching it earlier, and from the looks of things she is all his to do with as he wants. He stuck his tongue out and licked around her clit, feeling it against the tip of his tongue and his Aunt's hips started to buck each time he pushed in on it with his tongue. Her breathing was getting heavy again and she was running her hand through her hair, her head was resting on the couch cushion.

The thoughts of her sister's son eating her pussy out was racing through her mind and she without warning came again. Soaking Jimmy's face as he didn't pull back with her legs wrapped around his head keeping him in place. Her moans were louder this time and her hips bucked freely with her being on the couch and able to make such wild movements. He felt her hands on the back of his head shoving his face into her pussy as his tongue was still trying to lick around and he tasted her sweet juices and cum just soak his lower face as he lapped up what he could. Each lick making her thrust again and let out a little moan. After a few moments went by and Tori caught her breath, getting control of herself again, she looked down at Jimmy and let out a heartwarming smile.

"Sorry. . . that was a," she caught her breath and energy, "little sooner than I expected it to be." She said breathlessly, getting over her orgasm. It wasn't as strong as some can be, or the first one she had while on the stool, but it can still deliver nonetheless.

Jimmy kept still, licking his lips and watching his Aunt move her hips around softly on the couch. Eyes glued to her pussy and how wet and juicy it looks now after she had came. Sitting up and her legs still open for his pleasure. Jimmy got up and sat next to her and reached out to fondle her breast closest to him. She felt her nipple being squeezed and pulled on. He leaned in and took it in his mouth, as much as he could, sucking and softly biting on her tit. This was making Tori all the more lust crazed and fired up. Taking one hand she grabbed the back of his head and kept it on her tit, encouraging him to keep doing what he's doing. Grabbing his cock with her other, she stroked and caressed it, use her tip of the fingernail to lightly scratch down the middle of his balls and back up the underside of his cock before stroking it again a few more times.

Feeling his precum wet her palm and fingers, she had enough and yanked his head off her tit and pushed him on his back as she bent down and took his cock, like the experienced cock sucker she is, all the way in her mouth. That same feeling came back to Jimmy as he felt her hot, wet mouth surround his whole dick and her tongue moving around on the bottom side of his shaft. But this time he felt her take hold of his balls and squeeze them and rub them, almost juggling them in her hand one up and the other down as she kept a firm hold on them. This drove him crazy and he sat up the best he could leaning on the arm of the couch and reached out grabbing the back of her head and again and forcing her up and down on his dick. Goddamn! he felt her mouth sucking up and down on his dick, she was willing as he kept the rough play. The back of her throat being hit with his head and she would let out a muffle but he didn't let go. He doesn't know why, but he enjoys hearing her muffle and choke. Takes him back to his first blowjob ever, when the girl he was with was her first time ever sucking on a cock and she went too far down and let out this little muffled gag at first following a few coughs when she came off his dick, he felt the back of her throat from her eagerness.

Aunt Tori on the other hand, though, was a different story. She could take it and did take it. Despite her gagging, she kept to it and would sometimes look up at him, her eyes wide and face wide like, as if she was begging for more gagging. So he pushed her head on his cock even more, feeling her face on his pelvic bone he would rub it in and thrust his dick as far as he could down in her mouth. Grabbing his butt, she took a firm hold and at that, he felt the familiar feeling again. He pulled back some, too far, and his dick escaped her mouth and just as it did he shot his load all over her face. Not expecting this, his cum hit her in the eyes and nose mainly. Taken by surprise, Tori went to say something when the second load shot out and he aimed for her mouth but hit her cheek and chin.

"Oh fuck!" She excitedly let out and wiped her face with her hand and licked it clean. "I wish you'd of kept your dick in my mouth!"

"I didn't mean," He felt now breathless from shooting his load and was trying to collect himself, "to pull out, I just wanted you to be able to taste before swallowing and maybe get messy with it." He told her shyly, his subtle side kicking in now after he had came and no longer being driven by lust of wanting to cum so badly.

"Well, I am messy and tasting it now and swallowing it." She stuck her cum covered tongue out at him to let him see than she swallowed it. "I hope that works for you. Huh? Your Aunt Tori getting a facial and swallowing your cum, just like a good Aunt should for her nephew."

After hearing this, he didn't know if it was the reality of the situation or his fantasy turning reality but what she just said drove him wild and he felt his dick twitch hard. Slowly coming back to life now. It didn't go unnoticed, either, Tori say this and knew now and felt warm and jumpy inside from what is being uncovered now.

"Oh, I see now." She said seductively. "You always wanted me, huh? You probably had fantasies about a moment like this, didn't you? Wanting to see your Aunt Tori naked and use me like your own little sex toy!" She watched his dick stiffen fast from revealing what he has always wanted for the longest time now. It would bounce a little as it was sticking straight out, thick and full of blood now.

Tori opened her legs and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, "You have probably even thought about sticking that dick of yours not only in my mouth but also here huh?" She moved her fingers up and down her pussy lips now, Jimmy was standing there, not believing everything is out in the open. He didn't really know what last night or today was, but it was something he always wanted, now it just labeled and known about. This drove him crazy and hot now.

"Mmm," She tilted her head back as she pushed her finger inside her pussy after using her other hand to spread her pussy lips back open. He watched her finger go clearly inside of her pussy, it was so wet and pink, he could almost feel it. His cock twitching and he started to rub it out of instinct. He watched on as she pushed her finger inside deeper to her second knuckle. "My pussy is so wet and soft. So warm inside this juicy hole." She had her eyes closed and pulled her finger out to tease him with how wet it was.

Sliding another finger in along with the first one he watched as her pussy hole stretched open a little and he could see it accommodating her two fingers well. She was wet around her pussy anyway from his licking and her juices and coming earlier. But with her fingering she was sopping wet an he couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes!" He nearly shouted, unable to take her teasing any longer. "I have always had fantasies of you and me. I wanted to fuck you for so long! Please!" He tried to sound demanding, but was begging for her to let him fuck her. He had touched, tasted, and made her cum now. It is only fair and natural he should be able to fuck her. Watching her finger herself was driving him mad and simply stroking himself, hell, even a blowjob from her wouldn't be able to fully satisfy him now. He needed more! Especially now that everything is out in the open and the both of them are obvious about what each other wants.

"Well, it is still morning. Let us see what the night brings." She teased him, pulling her wet fingers out of her warm and ready pussy and was glad his, and her own, fantasies finally came out in the open and they both can get what they desire.



Widow Janice and Sam



Sam drove home after visiting his son and his old parents; he was away from Janice for ten days. After he showered, he put on dress clothes: a long-sleeve shirt, Jacket, slacks, dress shoes, and went to the 35th wedding anniversary party of Jenna and Ron Jones. It has been just over two years since he and Janice have been together. As he walked towards Janice in the midst of a group of middle aged women, he saw she looked beautiful in a sheer, black, long-sleeve, caftan over a short, strap-less, black dress, high-heel sandals, and black stockings that barely showed her painted toe nails. She had on her new diamond jewelry: a necklace with a large diamond-encrusted pendant that adorned her cleavage, a ring, and a bracelet, and large stud ear rings.

Not wanting to openly show how much he missed her, Sam quickly kissed Janice on her lips and stood next to her holding her left hand. After the friends left and as a couple approached Janice, Sam whispered:

"Baby, you look ravishing. I missed you."

Janice whispered back, "I missed you too," and greeted the couple. While sipping tonic water with lime, Sam stayed close to Janice and talked to her friends. He was horny and wanted to be alone with Janice, but he knew it would be impolite to leave Janice's friends. Janice was also horny and rubbed Sam's crotch or buttocks surreptitiously. After about two hours and many guests had left, Janice and Sam left after congratulating and thanking Jenna and Ron. As Janice walked with Sam to his pick up, she said:

"Darling, Lorna and Jim gave me a ride here; I'm riding back with you," and added:

"Let's stop at the Best Western first and have a drink."

Sam knew the hotel was not too far and drove there. Soon after they were seated in the bar, Janice said:

"I need to freshen up. Give me couple of minutes," and left.

Several minutes later, as Sam wondered where Janice went, the bar tender called him to the phone; it was Janice:

"Darling, we are staying here tonight. I checked us in earlier. Come up. Your drink is waiting here," and gave him the suite number. 

Quickly, Sam went to the room and was let in by Janice; she now had on the caftan, the diamond jewelry, as well as the black stockings, garters, garter belt, and high-heel sandals. After shutting the door, Sam stood speech less watching Janice walk to the dresser, and return towards him with a glass of wine; his eyes focused on her pendulous, unconfined, breasts jiggling as she handed him a glass of wine. 

Sam whispered, "Wow, you look magnificent." 

After clicking their wine glasses, Janice cooed:

"Darling, thank you for two wonderful years together."

When Sam approached Janice, she cooed:

"Take off your clothes and put on the brief on the sofa."

Soon, Sam got undressed and put on a tight, black, peep hole brief. Sam really wanted to eat Janice's succulent pussy, but he did not complain when she slid to her knees and sucked his cock to a raging erection. Then Janice got up, leaned against the back of the large sofa, and whispered to Sam:

"I missed you."

Sam French kissed Janice, and gently inserted a finger in her pussy and found it was dripping with her nectars; Janice blushed when he licked his pussy nectar-coated finger. To Janice's delight, Sam slid to his knees, rubbed her stockings-clad legs and thighs, and buried his face in her crotch to first inhale her perfume/nectar odor. Slowly, as Janice cooed with pleasure, mesmerized by the garter-decorated beautiful crotch of Janice, Sam licked her glistening slit with his tongue and sucked her pussy lips with his mouth. Gently, Sam nudged Janice to turn, and kissed her smooth and shiny buttocks.

With a big smile on his face, Sam stood up; his cock head was covered with precum.

"I see you're eager," said Janice and grasped her favorite baton.

Softly, Sam pleaded, "Can we do a sixty-nine?"

"Sure baby," said Janice blushing as Sam led her to the bed.

"Lie on your back; I'll get on top," cooed Janice and got on the bed. 

After Sam got comfortable, slowly, Janice got in position for Sam to suck her pussy and for her to suck Sam's young cock. With her knees astride of Sam's head, Janice's nectar-laden pussy opened up like a flower in bloom, and Sam eagerly began to lick her open slit and suck her hairy lips. When Janice engulfed his cock with her warm mouth and started sucking on it, Sam doubled his attention to Janice's pussy and crotch.

It took several minutes longer than Janice imagined for Sam's cock to erupt as he grasped her voluptuous buttocks and sucked her pussy; Sam's moans were muted by Janice's pussy, but his thrashing body and pulsing cock were signs of his climax. Sam was pleased that Janice swallowed most of his cum and wiped the first spurt that dribbled out from her mouth.

As Janice anticipated, Sam's cock stayed stiff and did not shrink after his climax; she pulled her crotch off of Sam's mouth, scooted forward with her back towards Sam, and cooed:

"Prop yourself on pillows," cooed Janice.

After Sam reclined, Janice slowly impaled herself on his cock. She rocked on his slick cock and fucked herself for several minutes; Sam fondled her swaying boobs and pinched her nipples. Sam also fondled and squeezed Janice's jelly-like buttocks as he watched in fascination his stiff cock move in and out of Janice's pussy and just above it her puckered brown ass hole.

When Janice paused rocking back and forth to savor Sam's big cock pulsing in her juicy pussy, he gently pulled her by her shoulders to his chest and wrapped his arms around nuzzling her pendulous boobs. Janice raised her left arm and placed it around Sam's neck; he kissed her left boob and armpit that were close to his face.

A few minutes later, Janice whispered,

"Pinch my nipples; I'm close to cumming. Babyyyyy. Ohhhhhh. Oooooosh. Ohhhhhhhh."

For several minutes, as Janice went through her orgasm leaning against his chest, Sam held her boobs and felt her pussy pulse around his stiff cock and her crotch convulse.

After her pussy stopped spasming, Janice French kissed Sam and cooed:

"Baby, I need to freshen up," and carefully got off his stiff cock.

After freshening up, Janice removed the caftan and put on a black mesh bra that covered her sagging boobs sexily; she still had on her diamond jewelry and thigh highs. Janice thought Sam was waiting for her to return to the bedroom. Instead, she saw him enter the bathroom with his stiff cock protruding from the peep hole of his brief. 

When Sam saw Janice's jutting boobs in the black mesh bra, he went crazy with lust; he hugged Janice at her waist and began to hump her crotch. 

Giggling, Janice cooed, "Can't you wait till we are in bed?"

"No. Love the bra; I want you right now," said Sam and lifted her to sit on the spacious vanity. 

After Janice leaned back on her hands, she lifted her legs and spread wide her black thigh-high covered thighs. After a long kiss on her succulent pussy, Sam plunged his cock in to Janice's juicy pussy. He grunted and groaned endearments, as he fucked her for a long time while dreamily ogling her face, neck, and jiggling boobs. Sam also watched intently their colliding crotches; he was turned on seeing his big wand moving in and out of Janice's pussy. Their mixed juices slowly seeped out of Janice's old pussy on to the vanity. 

Janice realized Sam was close to his climax and tightened her vagina around his cock. With his cock buried deep in her gooey pussy, Sam stood still and held his climax at its peak for a several moments; he felt his jism trickle out in a stream before his clock exploded involuntarily and released jets of his semen-laden cum. After Sam withdrew his cock, Janice cleaned his cock and the vanity of leaked sex fluids; they walked to the bed and climbed on to it. 

To keep Sam's jism, deposited at her cervix, from leaking on to the bed sheets, Janice's rested on her back. Sam hugged her lovingly and whispered:

"You're a great lover, baby."

"You too, darling," said Janice. She again wondered if Sam was Betty's son. As she dozed off, she felt Sam fondle her right boob; in turn, she grasped his soft cock in her small hand and all was well.

TWO YEARS EARLIER

Janice's 56th birthday was in about two weeks; she did not want to spend another birthday without the company, if not love, of a good man. She had retired from teaching soon after she turned 55, two years after she was widowed for the second time. She changed her last name to her maiden name, Haarson, an altered version of her Scandinavian family name. 

Janice was blessed with good genes. In addition, she walked two miles three/four times a week, worked out at home couple of times a week, and worked in her yard. At Bob's suggestion, she had cosmetic surgery on her lower belly. Janice had a full head of dense blonde-gray hair, light blue eyes, thin nose, sagging large boobs, and full hips. She liked her hair neck length in the back, and dense and medium long on the top. She was proud of her slim arms, long legs, tapered thighs, and that, over the years, she put on only a few pounds on her hips. At 5'4'' and 125 lb, she was still an attractive woman and, when she dressed up, she was a very sexy and desirable woman. In spite of noticeable wrinkles on her neck and arms, overall, she had the appearance of a woman in her forties.

When Janice was a year old baby, her father died, and two years later her mom remarried. Even after 50 years, she thought fondly of her half sister, Betty Harrison, and the games they played when they were young. Janice recalled that to tease her, Betty called her: 'Auntie.' Betty inherited her mom's big boobs and developed early in to a beautiful young woman. While Janice balanced school work and social life, Betty paid more attention to dating boys. Janice was a junior in college when Betty eloped with an older man and had a baby boy. Janice mailed to Betty two pairs of baby outfits and a money order for $200 from her savings; she received a thank you note from Betty in which she mentioned a large birth mark on the baby. Sadly, Betty died soon afterwards and her husband gave the baby up for adoption. 

Janice's second husband, Bob O'Malley, who was ten years older than her, died of a massive heart attack while getting out of bed late in the morning while she was teaching at the high school. Bob co-owned an accounting business and had to lay off many of his employees after some of his clients sent most of their work to foreign countries. Bob became depressed and sold his business, O'Malley & Jones, to his associate, Ron Jones. After a year of very sedentary life, Bob suffered the fatal heart attack.

Janice mourned Bob's death for over a year. Her step daughter, Jessica, consoled her; six months after Bob's passing, her visits became infrequent. Janice immersed herself in her work as a teacher until she retired. Janice did not have children of her own, but she remained close to Jessica's family and they spoke frequently on the phone.

Janice was told by both her colleagues and her family to go out and have a good time. One evening, she was walking with her friend, Lorna, who said:

"You have mourned a long time for Bob. You're an attractive woman," and mischievously added:

"I'm sure many guys want to get in to your pants."

Janice blushed and mumbled, "You've a filthy mind," and asked:

"How's Jim treating you?"

Lorna said, "He's horny all the time," and added:

"Jim is so young and eager."

A week after that day with Lorna, Janice spent a miserable evening with a widower who complained about his illness and how he missed his late wife. Jenna Jones, wife of Ron Jones, felt bad that the man she introduced to Janice turned out to be a loser. After that experience, Janice was reluctant to go with another man. However, she had strong sexual urges, and longed for both male companionship and an active sex life. She has been using high-quality sex toys before going to bed at least once a week; sometimes she put on sexy lingerie, sat comfortably in a chair in front of the large bedroom mirror, and got herself off while reminiscing about Jack, her first husband.

REMINISCING ABOUT JACK

Jack was the first real love in Janice's life. She married him when she was 24 YO, a ripe age for a bride in those days. When they got married, Janice knew more about making love than Jack who was raised in a conservative family; but, he became a willing student of Janice and became a good lover. She taught him to be a patient lover: to arouse her by petting and kissing, until she was ready to fuck. 

On the first day of their honeymoon in New York, Janice dressed in a sleeve-less blouse, skirt, and sandals; Jack dressed in a short-sleeve shirt, shorts, and sandals. To increase anticipation, Janice purposely planned a half-day sight seeing tour on a bus during which she rubbed her boobs and touched Jack at every chance she got. When ever they got off the sight seeing bus and stood in a group with others, surreptitiously, Janice rubbed Jack's stiff cock. At the top of the Empire State building, Jack stood behind Janice and pushed his stiff cock in to her buttocks. Janice whispered to him:

"That feels good. I'm oozing."

Jack was eager to grasp Janice's boobs encased in an uplifted bra and shove his rigid cock in to her pussy. But, he waited patiently.

By the time they returned to their room, Janice was hornier than Jack; as soon as Jack removed his sandals, shorts, and underwear, she pulled down her panties, pushed him on to the bed, climbed on top of his crotch, quickly snaked his stiff cock in to her sopping pussy, and rubbed her aroused clit by rapid fucking movement of her pelvis. Janice collapsed on Jack and hugged him tightly as her orgasm wracked her lovely body:

"Ahhhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh."

After resting several minutes, Janice lifted her head, smiled, and, passionately French kissed Jack, Janice then continued to fuck until Jack embraced her in a bear hug to signal he was on the verge of climaxing and his cock released gobs of semen-filled cum:

"Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Fuckkkkk. Fuckkk." 

During that weekend in NYC, Jack not only fucked Janice's pussy at least ten times, but he was obsessed with her body. Lovingly, Janice let Jack examine all of her body; she noted he spent more time on her arm pits, thighs, pussy, and buttocks. One time when Jack was examining her pussy, he said admiringly:

"It looks so beautiful, I'm going to kiss it," and began to eat her pussy for the first time. Jack and Janice liked it so much that they did it as often as they could.

Janice and Jack were adventurous on their honeymoon; they fucked in the elevator and on the roof top of the hotel. In fact, later, Janice let Jack fuck her anywhere he wanted in their home.

With all the fucking she and Jack did during the first year of their marriage, Janice was sure she would get pregnant. But, it did not happen; in fact, Janice did not get pregnant during her 20-year marriage to Jack and they did not attempt to find out who among them was sterile.

Jack died after a long illness due to a liver ailment. He was unable to find a suitable donor for a transplant. Janice worked hard to take care of Jack. After Jack's death, Janice immersed herself in her work as a teacher. In particular, she worked very hard on an annual spring field trip to Washington, D.C., to make it an educational and enjoyable one for the students; after she retired, Janice was asked by the new teachers to help as a chaperone.

HONEYMOON WITH BOB

Bob was a widower with grown children whom Janice met at a Christmas party. Afraid of spending another year alone, she agreed to go out with him. Bob came from a wealthy family, and he provided material comforts and financial security, including a nice home on top of a hill with a great view of the city below. He took her to many parties at a country club and on trips to Las Vegas. After going out with Bob for a year, she knew he loved her and that she would have a comfortable and entertaining life with him.

On their honeymoon in Las Vegas, Bob spent a lot of time gambling and going to shows. On the third night, Janice, who was very horny, seduced Bob in to making love to her. She had to work hard to stiffen Bob's cock, followed by Bob quickly mounting her missionary style and climaxing, and Bob lovingly using his fingers to bring her to an orgasm. During the rest of their married life, Bob made love to Janice about once a month.

MEETING SAM

After retiring, Janice worked as a substitute teacher occasionally to get out of her home and be with young students. She also went to selected events organized by the Retired Teachers Network. Janice signed up for a tour of the newly added wing of the high school building and a barbecue later at the baseball field. It was a cool, sunny, spring afternoon. Janice wore a conservative blue dress, black panty hose, and low-heel black shoes. Several parents joined the tour. She was in a group of about 15 people in the high school gymnasium listening to the teacher, a young man, talk enthusiastically about the new facility. Sam, the young man, explained that most of the equipment was donated by the PTA because the school district could not afford to spend money on some of the sports programs.

Sam was a well-built man, about 6' and 180 lb, with a clean shaven head and light brown eyes; he was dressed in a short-sleeve shirt, tie, and jacket. He looked older than his age of 34 years. Sam taught social studies one semester and served as an assistant coach of the basketball team. He was divorced from his wife, a pediatric nurse, who got custody of their son. As much as he loved his son, Sam realized that his wife should be the primary person to raise him. When his wife was offered a lucrative job at a large hospital in Pittsburgh, her home town, Sam moved from Ohio so that he could be within a few miles of his son.

Sam had not dated any one seriously as he was busy adjusting to a new job and new town. He saw Janice was the most attractive woman he had seen in a while; she looked more beautiful than several young mothers in the group of visitors. She reminded him of his ex wife's sexy aunt, Judy, who flirted with him at family gatherings. 

Janice was flattered that Sam was eyeing her and smiled in appreciation. At the barbecue, after learning they both were social studies teachers, it became easy for them to talk to each other. When Sam was not talking to Janice, he was surreptitiously admiring her beautiful, smiling, face, and large covered boobs.

Janice thought Sam was cute, perhaps a tad young for her, and interesting to talk to. After the barbecue, shyly, Janice asked him

"Are you going on the field trip to D.C. on Friday?"

Sam said, "Yes, I am to watch over the boys. I heard that you used to lead this trip. Why don't you come with us? I'm sure we can use your help."

Janice replied, "I am going as one of the chaperones for the girls."

Sam said, "Great," and indeed he was delighted that Janice was going to Washington, D.C. 

Janice saw Sam glance several times at her long neck and large boobs. She would have liked to take Sam home with her and fuck him silly, but she did not want to rush. That night, Janice selected her favorite dildo and, imagining that she was fucking Sam, gave herself a very satisfying orgasm; it was the first time she thought of a man other than Jack. 

During the field trip, Janice saw that Sam was popular with the students, but he made sure all rules were followed. She also noted that Sam was taking pictures of the students with a digital camera. While he was near her many a time during the trip, due to a hectic schedule, they did not have a chance to talk much. On the last afternoon in D.C., Sam accompanied Janice and a handful of students to the Lincoln Memorial for the second time, where Janice said:




Widow Janice and Sam



"Lincoln is my favorite president. I come here every time I visit D.C."

On the bus ride back, Sam managed to sit next to Janice and told her:

"The junior class is a very good one; some of my favorite students are girls who are also active in athletics."

Wistfully, Janice said, "I enjoyed being a cheer leader, when I was in school; too bad, girls were not encouraged to play sports then." 

Sam whispered:

"You had an interesting life; I would like to know you better. Would you have dinner with me?"

After a pause, Janice in a soft voice asked:

"Does it not bother you I'm older? I am going through menopause."

Sam whispered, "No bother. You are a gorgeous lady," and, after a pause, added:

"I'm looking for companionship. I've gone out with young women; they think either I'm too old or want kids. I certainly don't want another kid. Often, I don't understand what they are looking for."

After a long pause, Janice said, "I like you, but I need more time. I've been widowed twice; I lost two good men who cared for me."

Sam smiled and, without showing his disappointment, said:

"I am planning on staying alive for several years."

Janice laughed and said, "I'll remember that. Still, I need more time."

JANICE INVITES SAM TO A RECEPTION

After returning home, Janice found in the mail an invitation from Ron and Jenna Jones to a late afternoon reception on Saturday at a large hotel. On the invitation, Jenna wrote that the firm: O'Malley & Jones was doing well and the reception was to thank all their friends. Next day, Janice received in the mail a photo of her admiring Lincoln's statue; it was taken from behind her. Attached to the photo was a note from Sam: 'I thought you would like to have this photo of you in front of our favorite president.'

Janice was touched with Sam's thoughtfulness. She also realized that life is short and that she should give Sam a chance to see if he cares for her. She reasoned: 'Sam is younger than me, but he is an adult and a single man.' She called Sam and after thanking him for the photo he sent, said:

"I have to attend a reception on Saturday. I would like you to accompany me. You will have to put on a tie and a jacket."

Sam said, "I'm happy to hear from you. I'd love to accompany you to the reception," and, after a pause added:

"I drive a pick up."

Janice said, "We can go in my car."

Sam put on a white shirt, a blue tie, a pair of gray slacks, and a navy blue blazer. When Janice opened the front door, Sam saw that she looked very elegant and beautiful in a long maroon skirt with slits to her knees, and a creamy white, silk, sleeve-less, blouse that showed her sexy cleavage and shiny shoulders. She had on a gold chain with a diamond pendant that hung above her sexy cleavage and diamond stud ear rings; her neck-length, blond, hair looked shiny. Janice had also put on white silk, lacy, demi bra and panties, thigh highs, and black high-heel shoes. When Sam hugged her, she smelled very nice. Sam said in awe:

"You look beautiful and smell nice."

Janice blushed and said, "Thanks. You look very handsome. I'll have to keep other women away from you."

Sam laughed and said, "I'm a loyal person."

Janice drove her sedan to the hotel where the reception was held. There were about 100 people at the reception. Sam brought a glass of Pinot Noir wine for Janice and a beer for himself. After they sat at a table, Janice looked around, and said:

"I don't know many people here." 

A few minutes later, as Sam and Janice were talking, Jenna Jones came to their table. After Janice introduced Sam to her; Jenna said:

"Pleased to meet you, Sam," and added:

"After recognition of employees, go up to the penthouse suite with the sign, 'O'Malley.' You can see the city lights with a few close friends." 

Later, a DJ started playing upbeat music and several couples began to dance. Janice got up swaying to the music and led Sam to the floor. Sam saw that Janice was a good dancer. Afterwards, when they danced to slow music, Janice pressed herself in to Sam and felt his stiffened cock. Sam made sure Janice felt his hardness by rubbing it against her lower belly to let her know that he was attracted to her. 

Janice thought, 'Sam likes me and wants me. He has been stealing glances at my cleavage.'

Janice looked in to Sam's eyes and said:

"Let's go see the city lights," and, after she picked up her purse and light sweater, they went to the elevators.

Seeing that there was no one else in the elevator, Sam hugged Janice and French kissed her; Janice responded by kissing back and slipping her tongue in to his mouth.

In the penthouse suite, there were several people. One end of the room was dark and had a floor-length glass window; one couple was admiring the city lights. Janice led Sam to the window and, as she admired the city lights, Sam stood behind her and nuzzled her neck. When they were alone, he nuzzled her boobs with his forearms and whispered:

"You're lovely."

Mischievously, Janice pulled her blouse away from her body, and cooed:

"Look at my puppies."

Sam looked down the gaping blouse at her bra-covered boobs and whispered, "They're lovely," and pushed his stiffened cock in to her buttocks.

At that time, Ron and Jenna Jones came to greet them, and invited them to a buffet dinner. After dinner, many guests began to leave. It was about 8 pm when Janice and Sam thanked their hosts and left. 

Janice said, "I drank too much; please drive home," and gave him keys to her large sedan.

As Sam was driving, Janice thought: 'Sam is definitely attracted to me. I'm glad I showed him my puppies. I'm sure he is hooked on them. I'll let him play with them. If all goes well, I'll invite him to have dinner tomorrow.'

Janice invited Sam to come in to her home to have a cup of coffee. She also needed a favor and said"

"I need help attaching a new DVD player to my TV."

Sam asked, "Do you have the cables?"

Janice nodded showed Sam where the DVD and cables were. While the coffee was brewing, she freshened up, and changed in to a white, low-cut, sleeve-less, blouse and a short denim skirt. When Janice returned to the living room, she saw Sam was seated on the large sofa and watching a movie on a DVD. He said:

"It's working. Let me know if there is a problem," and turned off the DVD player and the TV.

Janice brought two mugs of coffee, sugar, and milk on a tray. As Sam began to drink his coffee black, Janice sat next to him and said:

"Let's visit for a while," and added:

"You know I'm a widow. I know you are divorced. What happened?" 

Sam said: 

"Mary and I began to date in high school; we grew apart after being married for 12 years."

Janice smiled and said, "Growing apart can mean many things."

After a moment, Sam said thoughtfully, 

"Mary grew up in a conservative family. To be honest, she did not like sex as much as I did; she did not want sex for weeks. When we did, it was in the missionary position and she worried about getting pregnant. We tried counseling without success."

Janice moved close to Sam and, after he pulled her close to him, snuggled with him. In a short while, Sam began to rub her well-toned arms. Later, Sam leaned over and kissed her long neck. In response, Janice slowly moved to sit in his lap and put her forearms on his broad shoulders. When Sam saw Janice's sexy cleavage, he buried his face in it for a minute and, after she tilted her head back, he kissed it. He whispered:

"Lovely cleavage."

Janice thought:

'He likes my puppies; he gets hard so easily. He's poking me with his big rod and wants to plug me. He deserves a reward.'

Blushing at her sexy thoughts, Janice opened several top buttons of her blouse. After Sam pushed her blouse down her shoulders exposing her bare shoulders and top of her arms, she whispered sexily: 

"Go ahead, touch them."

A delighted Sam eagerly palmed Janice's demi-bra covered boobs, making her nipples stiffen. Janice felt Sam's stiffened cock poking her buttocks. After several minutes, Sam said in a pleading voice:

"Please, may I suckle them?"

Janice giggled happily and said:

"You want to suckle my puppies, like a baby?"

After Sam sheepishly nodded his head, Janice slowly got off of Sam's lap, removed her blouse, and sat at one end of the large sofa. She then beckoned Sam:

"Ok, baby, come put your head in my lap and suckle my puppies."

After Sam stretched out on his left side on the sofa, he placed his head in Janice's lap and for a minute or so he rubbed her bare upper chest and tops of her smooth, shining, shoulders. Then he located Janice's protruding bra-covered right nipple with his lips and began to suckle it. Janice was surprised that Sam's suckling of her bra-covered nipple aroused her more. After a few minutes, Sam moved down the couch and began to suckle her left bra-covered nipple.

Sam knew he should leave and said:

"I would love to be with you some more time, but I should go. I had a great time."

Janice smiled and said, "I had a long day. Thank you for escorting me to the reception," and shyly added:

"Come for dinner tomorrow, about six."

Sam said, "Thank you. See you tomorrow."

As he was going out the door, Janice handed him a small gift bag, and cooed:

"This is something for you to think about me; I wore it to the reception."

Sam looked in the bag to find a white, lacy-bra, and blushing, said:

"Thanks."

As Sam drove, he smelled Janice's bra and latter slept holding it in his hands. 

JANICE COOKS DINNER FOR SAM

Janice spent a part of the afternoon preparing dinner: baked chicken, mixed vegetables, bread rolls, and salad, and apple pie for dessert. She also took a long bath, shaved her legs and arm pits, and painted her finger and toe nails bright red. She sprayed perfume on her neck and cleavage, and put on a three-strand pearl necklace, and dangling pearl ear rings. She wore a long-sleeve, sheer, black shirt over a red halter top; a very short black skirt, black silk thigh highs, bright red silk panties and a lacy demi bra whose cups just covered the lower halves of her sagging boobs, and black high-heel shoes.

About an hour before Sam was to arrive, Janice became anxious about spending the evening with him. She worried that Sam may not like her sagging boobs, but told herself that they were still sexy and sensitive. She also worried that not having loved a man for a long time would make for an awkward evening, especially when it came to touching Sam's penis and fucking it; she decided to tell Sam to be patient with her and let him take the lead in love making. She also saw in a mirror that her short skirt and nylon-covered legs looked very sexy.

After showering and shaving, Sam wore a pair of beige pants, a blue golf shirt, and dress shoes. Sam decided to have a good time with Janice and to go as far as she would let him go in making out; deep down he hoped to at least fondle her large boobs. On the way to Janice's home, he bought a large bouquet of flowers, and arrived on time at Janice's home. When Janice opened the door and hugged him, he kissed her cheek, and said:

"You smell nice; look great," and handed her the flowers.

As Janice placed the flowers in a vase, she smiled and said:

"Thank you for the flowers. It is thoughtful of you."

Sam said, "You're welcome. Before I forget, I have to call my son at 7:30 tonight to ask him how he did in a soccer game. My watch's alarm will go off to remind me."

After Sam opened a bottle of Chardonnay wine and poured it in two glasses, he and Janice talked about some of the highlights of the field trip in the Lanai. Janice then led Sam to her flower garden where she explained her plans to plant more flowers. Sam said:

"I will be glad to help, but I don't know much about gardening. By the way, there's an orchid show in couple of weeks. If you're interested, I will go with you."

Janice smiled and said, "I would love to see orchids."

Sam said, "Great. We can have lunch afterwards and go shopping."

Sam helped Janice get dinner together; during dinner, Janice said:

"You are confident and well-mannered. Tell me about your parents."

Sam said: "I was adopted. My dad is a retired school teacher. My mom was a home maker; her family left her some commercial property." 

Janice asked, "Do you know who your biological parents are?"

Sam said, "No. My mom and dad loved me very much; they took care of me. I never felt the need to find out who my biological parents were," and added: 

"One time, mom said I was born to a young girl."

Later, much to Janice's surprise, Sam helped clear the dining table, rinse the dishes, and load the dishwasher. She was more pleased when, after the last dish was loaded, Sam gently pulled her in to his arms and planted several kisses on her long, wrinkled, neck.

Sam mumbled, "I love pearls on a lovely neck."

Janice giggled and, while leading him to her den, said, "Come see my grandson's photos."

Sam saw several photos of a young boy on the wall. Later, Janice pointed to a bust of Lincoln, and said:

"I bought that on my first field trip to D.C."

As Janice talked, Sam stood behind her and hugged her; in turn, she pushed her buttocks in to his stiffened cock. Emboldened, Sam moved his forearms to nuzzle Janice's covered boobs and Janice held them to keep them in place. When Sam saw Janice had a computer, he said excitedly:

"I'll send files of the photos I took on the trip; you can see them on your computer."

Janice replied, "That will be great."

Sam gently pulled Janice in to his arms and, after kissing her cheeks and neck, he French kissed her. Janice returned his kiss passionately. After the kiss ended, shyly Janice said:

"I'm so nervous; I have not been with a man for a long time."

Sam said, "I'm nervous too; I've not been with a woman in a while. I just want to love you. You're very attractive." 

Gently, he turned Janice around and, while kissing the nape of her neck, grasped her large, covered, boobs. When Janice did not stop his hands on her boobs, Sam rubbed her protruding nipples. In the mirror on the wall, Janice saw young Sam loving her ardently and got more turned on. Boldly, she pushed her buttocks against Sam's cock lump and slowly wiggled them.

Janice told herself, "I guess the apple pie and coffee can wait," and, taking Sam's hand, led him to a sofa in the living room. Sam sat on the sofa and, after Janice removed her long-sleeve shirt, gently pulled her to straddle his lap. Sam was taken by Janice's sexy red halter top, and his cock stiffened even more and pushed into Janice's crotch. Again, Janice was thrilled that young Sam thought she was attractive.

Softly, Janice whispered, "You do like me," and French kissed him.

As Sam ran the back of his right hand lovingly on Janice's face, he whispered:

"Yes, I like you very much."

Sam then kissed Janice's cleavage, up her neck, and back down to her cleavage. He then whispered:

"Take off your top off, please."

Janice blushed as she removed her halter top and said:

"Take off your shirt."

Janice stared admiringly at Sam's hairy chest; she was also pleased that Sam was admiring her black bra-encased, plump, boobs. Slowly, Janice rubbed Sam's entire muscular, hairy, chest with her hand. Mischievously, she pinched his nipples and giggled when they became stiff. As Sam fondled her bra-covered boobs, he said:

"They are beautiful; I love them."

At that moment, Sam's alarm on his wrist watch went off; it was his reminder to call his son. Janice laughed and got off of Sam's lap. After saying he was sorry, Sam called his son on his cell phone.

Janice went to the kitchen to make coffee. Seeing that Sam was still on the phone, Janice went to her bedroom freshened up and put on a bright red silk robe. As she combed her hair in front of the mirror, she wondered why Sam does not notice the wrinkles around the corners of her eyes, on her neck, and, to a lesser extent, at the top of her boobs.

As Janice was pouring coffee in to two mugs at the kitchen counter, Sam walked over to her. Excitedly, he hugged her from behind and said:

"Pete scored two goals in an important soccer match. Thank you for understanding."

Janice purred, "You're welcome."

Janice asked him, "Do you want a piece of apple pie with coffee?"

Sam mumbled between passionate kisses on her neck:

"I want your body." 

Before Janice could reply, Sam pushed her robe off her shoulders and was kissing them. She also felt his stiff cock lump poking in to her buttocks and his hands fondling her bra-covered boobs.

Janice managed to mumble, "That feels good baby," and after a pause added: 

"The coffee's getting cold."

Sam said, "Ok," and grasped one coffee mug with his right hand and quickly drank its contents. Soon he resumed fondling Janice's boobs and kissing her shoulders. Janice giggled and leaned over the counter, ostensibly to sip her coffee, but Sam saw her raised sexy ass and decided to fondle her meaty buttocks and kiss them. Slowly, he slid to his knees, lifted the bottom half of Janice's robe, and began to fondle her red panties-covered buttocks. 

Janice squealed happily and decided to cooperate. After several minutes of fondling Janice's meaty buttocks, Sam slowly pulled down her panties; he maneuvered his head underneath Janice's robe and licked her naked buttocks. With Janice moaning softly with pleasure, Sam searched her thick bush with his mouth and easily found Janice's aroused pussy. Janice gasped when she felt Sam's tongue on her enlarged clit and was ecstatic that he wanted to eat her pussy. Subtly, Janice opened her thighs and crouched some more to let Sam lap and suck her pussy with his mouth; Sam also used his right hand to rub Janice's thighs and her crotch. Janice whimpered incoherently as she reached an intense orgasm:

"Ahhhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh."

As Janice was recovering, Sam stood up, hugged her, and whispered, "That was awesome."

Smiling, Janice French kissed Sam and, in the process, tasted her pussy juice. She cooed:

"Take off your clothes."

Quickly Sam got naked, hugged Janice, and taking her small hand put it on his raging hard on. Instinctively, Janice grasped it, and gently ran her hand on it back and forth. She looked down and shyly said:

"It's big. I've not done it in a long while," and, after a short pause, she said with determination:

"I want to do it, even if I have to use an entire tube of lubrication jelly."

Sam said, "I do not have a condom, but I promise I'm clean; just did not date since my divorce."

Janice said, "I trust you. Let's go to my bedroom and be comfortable." 

As she walked with Sam to her bedroom, she saw his big cock swaying sexily and smiled happily. She thought:

'I already love Sam's cock. It will be fun to fuck it.'

On the way, Janice picked up a large beach towel and several hand towels, and said:

"These should help absorb our fluids."

After Sam was flat on his back on the large beach towel, Janice cooed:

"Save that baton for me," and went in to the bathroom. 

Sam admired the feminine touch of Janice and her taste in decorating her bedroom all white. He also noted mirrors on the large closet doors and wondered if Janice would let him love her in front of them. 

Later, Janice removed her robe and slowly straddled Sam's upper thighs. She saw Sam's cock was still throbbing and precum was leaking from its eye. As Sam held his cock like a short blunt pole, Janice placed its head at her pussy slit, and slowly pushed against it until the cock head penetrated her vagina. To Sam, Janice looked lovely in her pearl jewelry and red demi bra. She paused for several moments on her hands and knees with her pussy plugged with Sam's big cock, and then by pushing up and down eased most of Sam's cock in to her pussy. 




Widow Janice and Sam



Sam saw sheen of perspiration on her forehead and a big smile on her face. Janice hugged Sam's broad chest and French kissed him. From Sam's soft grunts, she realized he was delighted to have his cock in her snug, lubricated, pussy. Mischievously, she tightened her vaginal walls around his pulsing cock making him grunt louder. Realizing that Janice was comfortable having his cock in her vagina, Sam began to thrust his cock back and forth in her tight pussy.

The leaking precum from Sam's cock further lubricated Janice's pussy and, to Janice's delight, he was able to piston his cock as fast as he could. In fact Janice thought: 'Sam loves to fuck me. He does not seem to care that I am an older woman. I will let him fuck me any time he wants.'

Sam removed Janice's demi bra and grasped her pendulous boobs in his large hands as he continued to fuck her vigorously like a possessed man. He thrust his cock one last time deep in her pussy as jets of his cum erupted near her womb:

"Ahhhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkk. Fuckkkk."

Several minutes after his climax, Sam's cock was still stiff. Softly, Sam asked, like a young boy:

"Can we do it again tonight?"

A thrilled Janice cooed, "Yes darling, after I freshen up and watch my favorite TV show at nine."

Sam asked:

"Can I have a piece of apple pie?"

Janice said, "Of course; I will fix a piece for you."

Sam replied, "I can do that; I will cut two pieces and microwave them for a few seconds."

Just as he was leaving the bedroom, Janice said:

"You can freshen up in the bathroom downstairs. You will find couple of bathrobes in the closet; pick one."

Janice put back the red demi bra and red robe, freshened up, and went to the kitchen. She saw Sam had put on a blue bathrobe of Bob, and fixed two pieces of apple pie and two glasses of milk. Janice smiled when she saw Sam had used her juice glasses for milk, but did not comment on it.

Sam pulled a chair back for Janice to sit at the kitchen table; after she sat in the chair, he discerned her freshly applied perfume and that she put on glasses. As he kissed her neck lovingly, Janice tilted her head to give him better access.

After helping Janice clear the dishes, Sam followed Janice to the den to watch TV, and sat next to her on the sofa. Janice switched on the large TV and found out that her favorite program was preempted. Giggling, she turned off the TV and exclaimed:

"My favorite program is not on, but I know what we can do," and, reaching inside his robe, she gently grasped Sam's softened cock with one hand and grasped his balls with the other.

Janice slid to her knees on the plush carpet in front of Sam and, while watching intently, she played with his balls and cock for several minutes. Sam gently grasped Janice's head and whispered:

"Suck it, please."

Janice opened her mouth, slowly inserted Sam's cock in to it, and sucked on it; within a short time, Sam's cock grew. Janice took out Sam's cock from her mouth and, holding it in her tiny hand, stared at it proud of her accomplishment. At that moment, Janice's body was hit with a hot flash; she stood up and, after removing the robe she had on, removed the silk red demi bra, collapsed next to Sam, and muttered aloud:

"Sorry, I'm having a hot flash. My face and neck feel hot."

Sam quickly went to the kitchen and returned with one wet towel for Janice to cool off, and a dry towel to dry off. A short time after recovering, Janice stood up, lifted her arms and locked her fingers behind her head, slowly pirouetted couple of times, and said:

"Here it is: my totally naked old body."

On seeing Janice's drooping boobs, pearls-adorned neck, and her beautiful face, Sam was more turned on. He stood behind her to grasp her naked boobs and push his stiff cock in to her meaty buttocks; he kissed her neck and shoulders, as his eager cock searched for her pussy. Janice reached behind and grasped Sam's cock in her small hand. He whispered to Janice:

"You're a lovely woman," and asked:

"Can we do it in front of the large mirrors in your bedroom?"

Blushing, Janice nodded her head. Soon afterwards, 34 year-old Sam Spenser began to make love to Janice in front of the same bedroom mirror she had masturbated many a time. He was seated comfortably in the same chair and, with Janice seated in his lap facing the mirror, he had his cock buried deep in her well-lubricated pussy. He kept a tight grasp of her large sagging boobs, kissing her perfumed neck, and mumbling:

"You're a gorgeous baby; love your ass in my lap."

Janice could feel his rigid cock head throbbing near her womb. Soon, as she pressed her right index finger on her slick clit, she had her second orgasm of the evening; she whimpered:

"Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Piiinch. Piiinch. Ahhhhhhhh."

Sam's cock was twitching all the time and with each twitch, a small amount of his sperm-laden-cum jetted in to Janice's pussy. After Janice's orgasm subsided, Sam gently put her left arm over his neck, and nibbled on her left boob and arm pit; Janice tightened her pussy muscle around Sam's cock and that triggered his climax:

"Ahhhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk. Fuckk."

Earlier, Janice was pleased with Sam's sensitive nature when he asked her if he should wear a condom.

Lovingly, she told him, "No. I'm sure you are clean and I am past child bearing age."

After his two climaxes, Sam thought:

'It's been a long time since I ejaculated deep inside a pussy with out worrying about knocking up my woman.'

Sam wanted to spend the night with Janice, but she did not invite him to do so; also, he had to work at school that day. After a while, Sam thanked Janice for the dinner and the evening, and left.

JESSICA'S PHONE MESSAGE

Janice had muted her phone so that she would not be disturbed while entertaining Sam. While Janice was being loved passionately, Jessica called to talk about plans for her son's birthday and left a message to that effect; she was also surprised Janice did not answer the phone on a Sunday. 

On Monday, Janice called Jessica to tell her she would be attending her grandson's birthday and spend couple of days with her. She then called Sam and told him about going away to her daughter's home for couple of days. Janice had a great time at Jessica's home and her grandson's birthday party. The next day, Janice shyly explained to Jessica that she was seeing a man. After Jessica expressed her support, Janice let her know that Sam was a younger man. Janice was delighted when Jessica teased her:

"You're going to make up for the loving you missed."

Janice was relieved that her daughter supported her seeing Sam, a younger man. After she returned home, she found an email message from Sam on her computer:

"Baby, I had to accompany the basketball team to a tournament. I'll be back on Friday evening and we can celebrate your birthday. Just let me know what I should do. I'll be checking my email every night. By the way, I think you look gorgeous in sexy lingerie. Love. Sam."

Janice replied, "I don't want to go anywhere over the weekend; let's stay home. I'll marinate chicken for grilling; we can have it with salad and rolls. See you Friday. Love. Janice"

Janice also stocked up on frozen snacks and dinners, and red and white wine. Later, Janice went shopping and bought lingerie to please Sam.

JANICE WATCHES JIM LOVE LORNA

On Friday, Janice's birthday, Lorna called her: "I've not seen you in a while. I hope things are going well with you and Sam."

Janice said, "Great. I have been away for my grandson's birthday and Sam is been away with the basketball team," and, giggling, added:

"I'm sure it will be fun making up for the lost week."

Lorna said, "Jim has been gone over a week to do a job out of town. I miss him and I'm sure he's more horny than me," and added:

"Any way, come at about three for tea."

Janice said, "What if Jim returns before three?

Lorna giggled and cooed, "If you see his car in the drive way and the front door is locked, we will do tea another day."

Janice said, "I understand; see you at three."

Janice had to pick up laundry and pick up a few groceries, so she left early to do those chores before visiting Lorna. About the time Janice was done with her chores, Jim returned early and, to surprise Lorna, parked his car on the road and walked to Lorna's home. 

After showering, Lorna wore a red sleeve-less blouse, a denim skirt, and red silk underwear. She was putting together a plate of cookies for tea with Janice when Jim walked in with a large bouquet of flowers. After hugging her in his big arms, he passionately French kissed her.

Finding the front door unlocked, Janice walked in to Lorna's home; she followed in the direction of Jim's whispers and Lorna's giggles. When she took a peek in to the well-lighted kitchen, she saw Lorna was in the strong arms of a tall young man, about 25 years old; she realized it was Jim. While kissing Lorna's wrinkled neck, Jim was pawing Lorna's large covered boobs and her meaty buttocks.

Janice froze watching the erotic scene being played out in front of her. A part of her mind said she should leave, but another, more persuasive part, said she should watch the two lovers make passionate love.

Jim whispered, "I missed you for ten days."

Lorna, who held Jim's head lovingly, whispered, "I missed you too," and added:

"Let's go the bedroom."

Jim groaned, "I want you now. It's been long time I loved you. I want a taste of your sexy pussy."

A pleased Lorna mumbled: "I missed you too; my pussy is tingling.".

Janice saw Jim French kissing Lorna passionately, and running his hands on her buttocks and outer thighs. As the two lovers kissed, Janice's passion began to build up in her pussy. She was turned on watching young Jim passionately kissing Lorna, an older woman.

Jim quickly slid to his knees, lifted Lorna's skirt, and began to kiss and lick up and down her well-toned thighs; soon, he was kissing her lacy panties-covered crotch. When she felt Jim's mouth and hot breath on her thighs and crotch, Lorna abandoned all caution. Lorna felt secure in the kitchen of her home; she tilted her head back, held up her skirt around her waist with one hand, and held on to Jim's head with the other,.

It took a moment for Janice to grasp what was going on: there was Jim on his knees on a throw rug, and his head was bobbing up and down in Lorna's crotch as he was licking it; in turn, Lorna leaned back against the counter, her head thrown back, moaning and cooing softly, and vainly trying to hold up her bunched up skirt. Janice saw Lorna had on skimpy red silk panties that contrasted well with her meaty, alabaster, thighs; she realized Jim had firmly grasped Lorna's buttocks in his strong hands as he kissed her panties-covered pussy and he was not going stop soon.

Janice was aroused as she watched Jim performing oral sex on Lorna; she was surprised how much she got turned on as she watched Jim rubbing his face on Lorna's crotch; she also realized Lorna was really loving her panties-covered pussy being kissed and Jim was loving kissing Lorna's pussy. Janice recalled Sam sucking her pussy on their last date and made up her mind to have him suck her pussy as a birthday present.

Softly, Lorna cooed: "Ohhh. Babyyy. I'm so horny. You're mouth's good. Love it. Ohhhh."

Lorna and Jim did not know that Janice was watching them and was turned on. Realizing Lorna was aroused and he could make her cum, Jim quickly lowered Lorna's red panties to her knees, and started to lick her bare pussy and clit. Soon, Lorna's cooing became higher pitched as she came on Jim's sucking mouth:

"Ohhh. Babyyy. Love it. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh."

Much to her delight Janice's clit became well-lubricated with her oozing nectar.

After Lorna's orgasm subsided, she pulled up Jim and French kissed him tasting her pussy nectar on his mouth. Lorna felt Jim hold her in a tight hug; she saw Jim's face had a determined, passion-filled, look; she cooed weakly:

"Let's do it on the sofa. Baby, your bucket of cum will be messy running down my mouth or legs."

Jim whispered urgently "I'm very horny. I'm close to blowing my wad. It won't take long. Raise your right leg," and quickly unzipped his pants, lowered his shorts and pants, and pulled out his throbbing, precum-covered cock.

With a mixture of resignation and desire, Lorna cooed:

"Guess, it's ok; I had my cum," and giggled as Jim was wildly humping her thighs probing for her love channel.

Quickly, Lorna grasped Jim's throbbing cock, and as she placed it at her pussy opening, and cooed:

"The head is slick; it's leaking cum."

Lorna gasped as Jim slowly snaked his young cock in to her well-lubricated pussy. Holding Lorna's voluptuous buttocks firmly, Jim pulled Lorna's body tightly against his, and pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy. Lorna closed her eyes and surrendered to Jim's passion, and cooed:

"Oh, baby. Cum in me, deep, deep."

Janice could clearly see Jim's cock going in and out of Lorna's pussy; she was thrilled watching their love making. It was clear to Janice that young Jim was enjoying fucking older Lorna while kissing her wrinkled neck. Jim lifted Lorna off the floor, shoved his cock deep in to her pussy, and thrust his crotch several times in to Lorna's. Jim grunted loudly as his young cock spurted several jets of pent up jism. 

Lorna felt Jim's cum seeping out of her pussy; she cooed:

"Baby, take it out, slowly."

Jim growled, "I want to do it again."

Lovingly and giggling softly, Lorna wiped his face and cooed:

"Ok, baby; carry me to our bed."

Quietly, with her pussy pulsing, Janice walked out of Lorna's home to her car; she wanted to be fucked very badly by Sam. When she looked at her cell phone, there was a voice message from Sam:

"Honey, I am leaving home now; I should be at your place by about four."

Janice smiled knowing that she has enough time to reach her home and get ready for Sam.

JANICE CELEBRATES HER BIRTHDAY WITH SAM

After Janice went home, she freshened up, and wore a short black skirt, leather knee-length boots, black stockings, garter belt, open-crotch panties, and peek-a-boo bra. Sam was dressed in shorts, a tank top, and sneakers.

Wearing a black, silk, robe, Janice welcomed Sam in to her home. Sam saw that the black robe did not hide her sexy curves; he was stunned by her elegance and voluptuousness. He hugged her passionately and kissed her long, wrinkled, neck.

Janice asked, softly, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

Sam said, "I'm fine, thank you."

Sam thought, 'I want to drink your nectars.'

Sam stopped kissing Janice and said:

"Happy birthday, darling. You look lovely," and handed her a jewelry box. 

Janice saw in the box a necklace of pearls interspersed with small gold-plated beads and was touched by Sam's generous gift. She whispered:

"This is beautiful."

Smiling, Janice slowly removed her robe, took out the necklace from the box, and cooed:

"Baby, hook this necklace, please," and held it at the back of her neck.

It was then Sam saw that Janice was dressed to kill. Eagerly, Sam stood behind Janice and after hooking the pearl necklace, hugged her, and grasped her boobs in the peek-a-boo bra. Janice squealed happily, giggled, and moaned with pleasure as she felt Sam squeeze her boobs, pinch her nipples, and poke his stiff baton in to her ass.

Sam said, "Your look lovely, very sexy. Love your boots."

Shyly, Janice cooed:

"I know you like me in silk stockings, garters, and garter belt," and blushing, continued:

"I wanted you to enjoy my boobs; I know how much you love them. So, I bought this peek-a-boo bra."

Sam, fondling Janice's boobs, mumbled:

"They look lovely; they're lifted up sexily."

"I also put perfume in all your favorite places," cooed Janice.

Sam, mumbled, "Love this bra; it lets your boobs spill out," and continued to squeeze Janice's boobs and pinch her nipples.

Sam thought, 'I want to shove my cock in to Janice's pussy right now. But, it's her birthday. I'll let her be my guide.'

Janice led Sam to the sofa in the living room and cooed:

"Baby, it's nice and warm; take off your clothes," and, after he undressed, gently grasped his erect cock and cooed:

"I've been thinking of you all morning. I'm wet for you. Lie down."

As Sam watched her lovely face and jiggling boobs, Janice slowly removed her skirt and straddled his chest and then slid forward so that her open-crotch panties-covered pussy was within inches of Sam's face. Sam's nostrils discerned Janice's aroused nectar mixed with her perfume. He saw her glistening gash in her gray bush and his mouth was drawn to it like a moth to a flame; he lifted his head and began to lick her aroused pussy. He was pleased that Janice's pussy was full of her nectars and, grasping her meaty buttocks, he slurped as best as he could. Janice held on to the sofa's arm rest, and gently fucked Sam's mouth coating it and his nose with her sweet nectars; after moaning with pleasure for several minutes, she whimpered:

"I'm cummmming. Baaaaaaby. Cummmming. Ahhhhhhhhhh."

After Janice recovered from her orgasm, she reached behind her, grasped Sam's engorged cock, and cooed:

"Baby, I want to feel you explode inside me."

Sam asked, "What do you suggest?"

Janice got off of Sam and cooed, "You sit on that chair; I will ride you," and pointed to an upholstered chair with no hand rests a few feet away.

Eagerly, Sam sat in the low chair and watched in awe as Janice took charge of the situation. Smiling, Janice sat in his lap with her boots on the floor, and, as she kissed his pussy nectar-coated mouth, slowly inserted Sam's leaking cock into her well-lubricated pussy. She leaned forward and hugged Sam tightly crushing her boobs on his chest. She pulled her chest away, giggled, and said:

"I love this position. Your cock is deep in me, and I can rub my clit on it and grasp it with my pussy; we can kiss, and you can play with my boobs."

As Sam fondled Janice's boobs, she locked her hands behind her head and began to slowly fuck his cock. Sam moved his hands to rub her lovely arm pits and then licked them. She squeezed his cock intermittently with her vaginal muscles; each squeeze was accompanied by a sly smile. Sam's cock was rock hard all the time. It twitched every few seconds. Each time it twitched, some precum mixed with his sperm was ejected into Janice's pussy. When Janice sensed Sam was very close to his climax, she stopped her fucking motion with Sam's cock half way in her pussy. Sam hugged her tightly and groaned with pleasure: 

"Baby, I'm at the peak."

With a big smile on her face, Janice further tightened her pussy wall around Sam's cock, and pushed down plunging Sam's cock fully in to her pussy. She felt Sam's cock pulse rapidly as it exploded and released his sperm-laden cum deep inside her pussy. She heard his whimpers:

"Babyyyyyyy. Ahhhhhh. Fuckkkk. Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkkk"

After Sam rested several minutes, Janice French kissed him lovingly and slowly got off of him. After she freshened up and put on the black robe, she brought a warm wash cloth and lovingly washed his still stiff cock, and said:

"Baby, put your wand away for a while; we need to think of dinner. I've marinated chicken, a tossed salad, and a bottle of Chardonnay in the refrigerator."

Sam said, "It's your birthday; I'll cook."

After Sam put back his tank top and shorts, he went to the patio and grilled the marinated chicken. Sam saw Janice had set up the table on the patio for dinner; also, Janice had changed in to red shorts and a low-cut, white, tank top, and black sandals; Janice's nipples showed prominently and her sagging boobs were pressed against the tight tank top. Janice put on a fresh coating of bright red lipstick and granny glasses; she still had on the pearl necklace Sam gave her. In turn, Janice noticed Sam's erection created a tent in his shorts; she decided to let Sam fuck her after dinner.




Widow Janice and Sam



After they sat at the patio table, Sam raised his wine glass, and said:

"Happy birthday, Janice; you're a lovely woman."

After dinner, while Sam loaded the dishwasher, Janice went to freshen up. When she returned, she saw Sam reading a magazine in the Lanai and his shorts still showed a tent; boldly, she sat in his lap, French kissed him, and cooed:

"You look so handsome."

When Janice heard her phone ringing, she said:

"That may be my daughter. This may take a while," and left to answer the phone in the kitchen. Janice talked with Jessica for several minutes; she was glad to see Sam walking in the backyard and watering her flower beds.

After Janice returned to the Lanai, Sam removed her tank top and kissed her peek-a-boo encased boobs and the nape of her wrinkled neck. Janice raised her arms, reached back, and hugged Sam. In the fading evening light, he saw they had many thin bluish veins underneath the shiny, stretched, skin. Her large areolas were light pink and her dark pink nipples were rigid from excitement. Sam whispered:

"They are beautiful. I want you baby," and removed her shorts to find her gray bush framed by wide-open panties. 

When Sam lowered his shorts and underwear, Janice said:

"It's pulsing; it's so hard," and asked:

"You want me here, in the Lanai?"

Sam hissed, "Yes baby; you look gorgeous," and, after lifting her to sit on a table, opened her thighs, and slowly snaked his cock in to her slick pussy. As Janice leaned back and watched his face lovingly, Sam kept on fucking her pussy. After several minutes, Sam hugged Janice tightly, pushed his cock to the hilt in her pussy, and let loose another load of his semen-laden cum.

Later, while Sam watched TV in bed, Janice picked up their clothes and tidied up her home. Soon, the tired lovers fell asleep.

Next morning, Sam woke up to a feeling of warmth around his cock; it was Janice cleaning his semi rigid cock with a washcloth in the early morning light. Later, after he placed two pillows to raise his torso, he saw Janice, in a black, sheer, night gown, play with his balls and cock; after his cock grew stiff, she sucked on it to further stiffen it. Janice straddled Sam's crotch facing Sam's feet and then snaked his cock in to her slick pussy. She looked over her left shoulder, smiled, and cooed:

"Morning, lover."

Sam mumbled, "Morning; love your ass, buttocks." He saw Janice's wrinkled pussy plugged by his cock and felt his precum dribble out of his cock.

Janice looked over her shoulder and said:

"Baby, have your cum; I'm not close to cumming."

Soon, Sam hugged Janice tightly against his chest with his arms on her boobs, and pumped another load of cum in to her pussy:

"Ahhhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Fuckk. Fuckkkkkk."

Sam collapsed on Janice's back and soon his withered cock slipped out of her cum-filled pussy. Soon, he heard Janice snore softly. While Janice rested, Sam went to the kitchen and started to brew a pot of coffee.

JANICE MAKES AN APPARENT DISCOVERY

Saturday morning, Sam and Janice agreed to go to the orchid show. On the way, they stopped at Sam's apartment to water his indoor plants; Janice noted Sam's apartment was clean but cluttered. Thumbing through a photo album on the mantle, Janice saw a photo of Sam when he was a year-old baby: blonde locks, wide forehead, blue eyes, and a tiny nose all of which reminded her of Betty Harrison. 

She said softly, "You looked so much like my half sister Betty when she was a baby; that nose, forehead, and the deep blue eyes."

Smiling, Sam said, "Are you saying we are related?"

Janice said, "I don't know," and added mischievously:

"You were a cute baby; I would have adopted you."

Sam hugged her and said, "All I know is you are a beautiful woman and a passionate lover." 

Periodically, during that day, Janice kept thinking and debating:

'What if Sam is my half sister's son? If he is Betty's son, I should tell him. Well, I am too old to get pregnant; so, having children with birth defects is not an issue. I just hope he does not leave me. I love his powerful arms hugging me and his big cock plunging in to my pussy.'

Janice remembered that Betty's son had a birthmark; but, after about 30 years, she forgot where it was. On Sunday afternoon, Janice went to the attic and searched in the shoe box containing letters from her college days. She found the letter from Betty and in it read: 'My baby boy has a big, dark-pink, birth mark on his left buttock.'

Janice thought, 'I have to see if Sam has a birth mark on his left buttock.' But she was afraid of losing Sam, she decided not to call and ask him if he had such a birthmark. 

By Wednesday, Janice's horniness increased and her concerns about loving Sam diminished. She thought fondly of Sam's fondness for her boobs, pussy, and arm pits; she recalled Jack also got turned on by her arm pits. She wanted to be held in his strong arms, and to be sucked and fucked. Still, she wanted to be honest with him if she thought he was Betty's son.

Wednesday morning, Sam called, "I need to buy blank CDs. Would you like to go with me to the mall this evening?"

Janice agreed eagerly. She also decided to invite Sam to her home afterwards, get him naked, and look for a birthmark on his buttock. Janice dressed sexily, but not too provocatively: a white, low-cut, tank top over a demi bra; the pearl necklace and pearl dangling ear rings Sam gave her; a denim skirt, black thigh-highs, and white sandals.

Soon after Sam hugged her at her home, Janice saw a small tent in Sam's shorts. She knew, Sam would get naked for her in a minute. After shopping, they ate light meals at the mall's food court. 

At her home, after sitting next to Sam on the large sofa, Janice cooed:

"Baby, I like your hard, sexy, buttocks. Let me squeeze them." 

Sam was amused and decided to let her see his buttocks. He got naked and laid across Janice's lap. It did not take long for Janice to find a quarter-size light pink birthmark on his left buttock. 

Janice thought, 'Betty said it was large. It is not that big on Sam's meaty buttock.' When she felt his stiff cock poking her lap, she asked him to get up. Sam pulled himself to sit on his knees, leaned forward, and French kissed Janice passionately. 

When Janice did not kiss him back warmly, Sam asked:

"Ok, baby. What's wrong? You seem to be preoccupied."

In a concerned tone, Janice said:

"I think you're my half sister's son."

Seeing that Sam was not upset, Janice asked:

"Does it not bother you we may be related," and said in a whisper:

"We might be committing incest."

Sam said, "Baby, I care for you and you care for me. I do not know if we are related. I never knew my birth parents. I met you randomly, like any guy meets a woman," and, after hugging her, added:

"I do care for you. It does not matter to me who you are. We got a great relationship. I don't see a problem. Just looking at your sexy body makes my cock hard."

Janice was relieved that Sam did not care if she was related to him. After a moment, Janice smiled, and said:

"It's good that I'm too old to have kids with you."

Ignoring her comment, Sam kissed her neck and said, "I dream of kissing and smelling you like this."

Janice cooed, "What other fantasies do you have about me, baby?"

"I like your sexy, pendulous boobs."

Blushing, Janice said, "I'm really glad you think my sagging boobs are sexy; mind you, they are still firm."

Sam whispered, "I also like to see your sexy arm pits," and after a pause, asked:

"I hope you don't think I'm perverted."

Janice assured Sam, "No, you're not perverted. Jack adored my arm pits; he even liked them when I didn't shave in the winter," and slowly lifted her arms and placed her palms behind her neck.

Eagerly, Sam kissed her soft under arms and arm pits for several minutes. Janice, to tease Sam, said:

"I'm sure you have other fantasies. After you realize all your fantasies with me, you'll find yourself a young chick."

Janice was surprised when Sam got upset and in a serious tone, said: "There's no one like you; I'll not cheat on you; I respect you as a dear friend."

Quickly, Janice cooed, "I was only teasing you; I know you care for me and respect me," and was impressed with how sincere and loyal Sam was.

Janice passionately hugged Sam to her bosom and cooed:

"Sam, you're a special young man."

Janice smiled when she saw his cock had grown stiff; she slowly extended her small wrinkled-hand, grasped it firmly, and said:

"I'm glad you like me."

Ignoring Janice's words, Sam got on his knees, slowly lifted her legs on to his shoulders, and began to kiss passionately her nylon-covered thighs and panties-covered crotch.

Later, in Janice's large bed, Sam held her tightly and, as he repeatedly plunged his big cock in to her pussy, he mumbled:

"Ohhhhh, baby. Babyyyyyyy. Fuckkkkkkkk."

Janice, who already had one deep orgasm, thought:

'I had enough adversity in my life. I'm not going to let go of this hunk; he's young and horny, and loves all of my body.'

END

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Widow Plays Ball



Pitcher Wade and Baseball Fan Ginny

Wade Russell was a good pitcher on his high school baseball team. When he was a junior in school, his parents got divorced and his dad moved to Georgia with his young secretary. Most evenings, Wade did his homework and then chores around the house to help his mom who worked at a restaurant.

The catcher of the team, Jim, was an outstanding athlete and the star of the team. He always had a beautiful girl friend by his side and another waiting in the wings. Jim's maternal aunt, Ginny, came to watch every game he played. Ginny was the older sister of Jim's mom. She also brought hot chocolate and cookies, and shared them with Wade. Jim helped Wade get a weekend-job during spring at a local nursery where Ginny's husband worked. When he was not pitching, Wade often sat next to Ginny and cheered his team. He found her to be cheerful and easy to talk to. 

When Jim made a very good play at the home plate, Ginny said, "He got his talent from my family."

Wade asked, "Did you play ball in school?" 

She replied, "Yes. I was a short stop on the softball team. My dad was a minor league pitcher. He encouraged me to play any sport I wanted to." 

"When did you stop playing?" 

After a long pause, she said, "After I got married. Vyron didn't want me to play. You worked for him; remember how set he was." Wade just nodded his head; he wanted to say that Vyron also had a bad temper and yelled at him several times. Ginny, added "Now that he's gone, may be I can play again." 

"Why not?" 

Ginny said, "May be I'm too old." 

Wade said, "I saw a flyer about an over-35 women's softball league on a bulletin board. I'll give the number to Jim." 

She said, "You can call me at this number," and handed him a piece of paper. 

He said, "By the way, you're a beautiful lady; not old." 

Ginny blushed and said, "You're sweet." 

Ginny was pleased when Wade called her, gave her the contact number of the over-35 women's softball league, and said, "I hope you get to play. I'm sure you will get back to form with a bit of practice." 

She said, "I'll see what I can do. Thank you very much. You're a good guy."

Most of his senior year, 18-year old Wade went out with Trish, a beautiful and outstanding student. He really cared for her and admired her. In turn, Trish was attracted to Wade and, a month after her 18th birthday, lured him to make love to her. With both of them being virgins and Trish insisting that he wear two condoms, it was an awkward love making session. When Trish was granted early admission to the medical school, Wade knew that she would not have time for him. He went out with two other girls, but could not develop a relationship with either of them. 

Wade saw Ginny when he went to Jim's home to return a music CD. Jim told him Ginny's car was in the garage and asked him to give her a ride to her home. 

At her home, she said, "I bought a new TV set. Please hook up the old DVD player to it. I've to do laundry." 

Wade said, "Sure." After connecting the DVD player, Wade was pleased to find a DVD in the tray and pushed the 'play' button. The DVD was of young guys making love to attractive older women. Wade watched one young man fondle the sagging bikini-clad boobs of an older woman and passionately French kiss her; in turn, the woman grasped his cock lump. He turned off the DVD player just as Ginny walked in to her den; he said, "It works." 

She said, "Thank you. Come for dinner on Sunday at six. You can help me check out Jim's new girlfriend." As he drove home, Wade realized Ginny was an attractive older woman; she was about 5ft 3in and 125 pounds. He wondered if she would let him love her.  

On Sunday, Ginny wore a short-sleeve black dress, and gold-plated stud ear rings and necklace. For dinner, she served salad, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, bread rolls, and apple pie. After dinner, Jim and his girlfriend left to go to a movie, and Wade helped Ginny clean the dining table and kitchen. In appreciation, Ginny offered him a second piece of the pie, and said, "You're a good guy, Wade. You'll make some woman very happy. How is Trish?" 

Wade said, "I think she's fine. We are not seeing each other." After a pause, he added, "She was not in to baseball." 

Ginny said, "You will meet some one who likes you and baseball." At the door, while pressing her big boobs in to his chest, she kissed him on the cheek. Later, she went to her den, turned on the DVD player. As she watched the older woman-younger man movie, she realized that Wade might have played the DVD she left in the tray and thought, "May be Wade realizes it's ok to love an older woman. I hope he doesn't think I'm too old. Unlike Vyron, I also hope Wade likes to lick my pussy."

Ginny Plays Softball

After high school, Wade enrolled at the local community college and pitched for the college's baseball team. His mom met a nice widower and spent most of her free time with him, and she was glad to have Wade live at her house. It was after a baseball game that Wade saw an attractive blonde, older woman, waving to him. It was Ginny. 

After hugging her, he said, "I'm glad to see you. Would you join me for a beer?" 

Ginny said, "Yes." 

At the nearby College Tavern, they found an unoccupied stool at a small table; while Ginny sat on the stool, Wade stood next to her. He noticed her deep-set, blue, eyes and a large bosom on a narrow chest. 

As they sipped beer, he asked her, "Is Jim still in North Carolina?" 

She said, "Yes, near Raleigh. The whole family moved." After a pause added, "By the way, you pitched well for five innings." 

Wade said, "Thanks. Are you playing ball?" 

Smiling, Ginny said, "Yes, I am. I came to thank you for encouraging me to play. I saw on the local TV channel you were pitching today." 

Wade said, "I'm happy for you. Can I come see you play?" 

She said, "Sure. I'm playing tomorrow at Memorial Park at six. Hope to see you there. I got to go." 

After kissing him on the cheek, as she started walking towards the exit, Wade saw Ginny's buttocks looked sexy in tight-fitting jeans, narrow hips, and long arms. He thought, "She's a sexy woman, a widow, and it would be ironic to fuck the wife of an abusive man."

Next day, when Wade arrived at the baseball park, he saw Ginny was playing shortstop. She was quick, especially moving to her left, and fielded any ball hit near her. She also concentrated on playing and didn't see Wade until after the game was over. Her team won and there was much celebration. 

When Wade greeted her, she hugged him happily, and said, "It's the last game of the regular season. We made the playoffs. If you're free, join the team's celebration." 

He said, "Yes," and stood aside as Ginny was congratulated for her great plays. 

Sally, the team player-manger, explained, "This is the first time we made the playoffs. It's because of Ginny's play at shortstop." 

After Sally left, Ginny said, "Sally made sure I'll play today; she gave me a ride in her van with four others."

At the restaurant, Wade and Ginny sat at a table for eight. They each ordered hamburgers with their beer. Wade saw that many of the other men who came with the players were older than him, but Sally's companion, Jack, was about his age and he was groping her under the table. When a band started playing, some of the players got up and began to dance, and Ginny led Wade to dance with her. During a slow dance, they danced with her arms around his neck and her head on his chest; Wade smelled her perfume mixed with her sweat. 

When Sally asked Ginny if she was ready to go home, she said, "We are still eating. Wade will give me a ride home." 

Later, Ginny whispered to him, "Thank you for agreeing. I am not ready to leave." 

Wade said, "I like being with you." 

Ginny whispered, "Sally's got a hot date; she is in a rush to get home. Let's dance one more time," and, during the dance, Wade's cock became stiff when he felt Ginny's mature boobs on his lower chest.

Later, after Wade pulled in to her driveway, Ginny said, "Come in to see my baseball team pictures." 

He said, "Sure. I've no classes tomorrow, but I've to work in the afternoon." 

Ginny went to the kitchen to make coffee and Wade, who was expecting to see pictures of the Old Blondes, was delighted to see her high school senior year pictures. He saw Ginny was a very beautiful 18 year old girl. 

When Ginny brought two coffee mugs and sat next to him on the sofa, he looked at her, and said, "You were a babe. I bet you broke many hearts." 

Ginny smiled and said, "Actually, I fell in love with Vyron during my junior year; he was the starting quarterback. We didn't have children of our own." Wistfully, she added, "Four years ago, Vyron was diagnosed with severe diabetes; he was 45 years old and could not do his job at the nursery. He died two years ago; I became a widow." 

Wade grasped her hand, kissed it, and said, "You're a beautiful woman with more energy than many young people." 

Blushing, she said, "Thank you. I'm sorry Vyron was not nice to work with," and touched his left cheek. He wanted to French kiss her, but she said, "I need to shower and go to bed." 

Wade got up and said, "I had a great time tonight. I hope I can see you again." 

Ginny asked, "You sure?" He nodded his head. She French kissed him quickly and said, "Come see the playoff game Wednesday." As she showered, she thought of Wade soaping her body, drying her, and, after carrying her to her bad, stuffing her juicy pussy with his young cock.

Losing a Game. Loving a Younger Man

The Old Blondes lost their playoff game; their opponents hit four home runs in the first and second innings. Ginny was lifted for a pinch hitter in the bottom of the second inning. 

When she looked disappointed, Wade pointed out, "You helped the team make playoffs. It's a great accomplishment worth celebrating." They went to the same restaurant and danced with lot more touching of each other; several times, Wade rubbed Ginny's left buttock and, in turn, she rubbed his stiffened cock. 

When Ginny suggested they should go home, Wade agreed, led her to his car, and opened the door for her. Soon after Wade sat behind the wheel, much to his joy, Ginny leaned over and French kissed him softly. A delighted Wade, pulled Ginny towards him and French kissed her passionately for a long time until she pulled away giggling, and cooed, "Let's go home."

After they entered Ginny's home and the door was closed, Wade gently pulled her in to his arms, and first kissed her long neck and then her mouth. Leaning back against the door, she savored his passionate kisses and fondling of her covered buttocks. She saw in his eyes he wanted her; in turn, she felt comfortable being loved by the strong younger man. She also felt her pussy getting wet. In passion-filled daze, she helped him remove her shoes and uniform. After passionately kissing her cleavage, neck and shoulders, he gently began squeezing her sports bra-covered boobs. She tried to tell him, 'I need to freshen up and change,' but all she could do was moan with pleasure, "Ohhhh. Ohhh.Ohhhhhh." She expected Wade to remove her bra and grasp her boobs. Instead, she saw he had slid to his knees on the carpet and was kissing passionately her upper thighs, lower belly, and licking pussy juice on her panties. As he looked up pleadingly in to her blue eyes, she smiled, and he pulled her panties down to her ankles. She felt his cheeks, nose, and lips brush her dense, curly, pubes. Again, she thought of saying, 'I need to freshen up,' but only ended up staring down at Wade's head bobbing up and down as he licked her juicy pussy. She savored her pussy being made love to for a long time. Soon, she began to wail incoherently as her pleasure increased and transformed in to an intense orgasm. As her body convulsed uncontrollably, she held his head tightly to keep it from moving. 

Smiling, Ginny pushed Wade on to his back, sat astride his tee shirt-clad stomach, and French kissed him softly. She said, "Thank you, baby. I don't remember when I was loved so passionately. I need to freshen up. You may use the powder room over there."

As Ginny was freshening up at her dressing table, she smiled recalling Wade loving her passionately at the front door. She decided to make love to Wade, but not to invite him to spend the night with her. Instead of wearing lingerie, she put on a low-cut, pink, tank top, pink dangling ear rings, pink panties, and pink sandals. She decided not to put on a bra after recalling Wade stared a lot at her bosom. 

She looked at her image in the mirror and thought, "I think Wade will like me." 

As she was applying pink lipstick, she heard Wade ask, "Do you want water?" She said, "Yes, please." 

She was about to turn to return to the living room when she saw Wade's image in the mirror. He handed her the bottle of water, hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, and said, "You look gorgeous." 

She said, "Thanks," as he reached under her tank top and grasped her large, sagging, boobs. She reached behind and touched his stiff cock in his shorts. She whispered, "Take them off." Soon, Ginny grasped Wade's thick, throbbing, and cum-leaking cock in her small right hand. Still holding his cock, she turned to face him, French kissed him, and leaned against the dressing table. He pulled her panties down and, looking eagerly in to her eyes, moved forward bringing his cock close to her crotch. Lovingly, Ginny raised her right leg, rested it on the ottoman, and steered his cock to the mouth of her pussy. 

He said, "I don't have a condom with me. I'm clean." 

She whispered, "It's ok. I can't get pregnant. Go slow. It has been a long time," and put her hand on his tummy. Wade pushed his cock in to Ginny's well lubricated pussy slowly, stopping couple of times when she pushed on his tummy to stop, until his dark brown pubes mingled with her curly, blonde-grey, pubes. Wade hugged Ginny tightly, with her pillowy chest against his muscular chest, and fucked her with rapid, powerful, thrusts, until his cock spewed gobs of cum near her womb.

Ginny was surprised that after several minutes, Wade's cock didn't soften and plop out of her pussy. She thought, "Ah, Wade is young and recovers quickly." 

He asked, softly, "Can we do it again?" 

Smiling, Ginny said, "Sure. Let me get couple of towels." When Ginny returned, she saw Wade looking at the photos on the table. She also saw his cock was still big and stiff. 

Before she could say anything, he whispered, "I want you on top. I dreamt of it many times." 

Giggling, Ginny said, "I'll fulfill your dream," spread a large towel on the carpet, and nudged him to lie on his back. 

Wade whispered, "Just stand still and let me see your beautiful body, please." Blushing, she stood astride of him with her hands on her bare hips, and let him ogle her almost nude body in front of the lighted dressing table. 

Wade, who was pumping his cock slowly, said, "You're a gorgeous woman." Still blushing, Ginny knelt astride his waist and slowly impaled herself on Wade's young cock. She wondered why he does not see her small protruding lower belly, her sagging boobs, or her wrinkled neck and upper arms. 

As Ginny fucked him slowly, Wade lifted her tank top, and fondled and kissed her boobs. When she rested with her chest on top of his, he hugged her tightly and fucked her vigorously. She felt she was close to her second orgasm and said, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Ohhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Stop. Stoppppp. Ahhhhhhh." Wade felt her pussy pulse rapidly around his cock for a long while and slowly afterwards. 

After Ginny rested a few minutes, she whispered, "I'm having a hot flash. Help me take off my tank top," and wiped her face and neck with a towel. Seeing Wade was perplexed, she said, "Women have hot flashes after menopause." Later, she said, "You get on top," and helped him to get on top of her. Ginny put her legs on his shoulders, so that Wade's cock could go as deep as possible in to her pussy. She urged Wade, "Fuck me stud," and was delighted when he fucked her hard and had another climax.

After getting dressed, Wade said, "I had a great time. I would love to see you again, but I have to visit the state college for a few days next week." 

Ginny said, "Go with me to the team banquet Friday. It's also my birthday. Call me," and gave him her cell phone number. At the door, she hugged him, handed him a small bag, and said, "Something to think of me." In the privacy of his bedroom, he saw Ginny gave him her pink panties. He kissed and smelled them, and slept with them around his satiated cock.

Ginny and Wade after a Banquet

When Wade called Ginny on Wednesday, she told him, "The banquet is at a nice restaurant. Please wear appropriate clothes and pick me up at five." Wade put on a light blue shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a navy blue blazer. Ginny showered, and shaved her legs and arm pits. She dressed in a black, low-cut, short-sleeve, long dress, with a slit up to her right thigh, black low-heel shoes, and black stockings. 

Wade hugged her, gave her a single pink rose, and said, "You look great." 

Ginny, gushed, "You look great too. Thank you for the beautiful rose," and placed it in a vase. At the banquet, Wade found Jack to be friendly; he learned of his interest in studying at the community college and answered his questions. However, the highlight of the banquet was that Ginny received the golden glove award for the best fielder.

After the banquet, Sally handed Ginny a small bag and left holding hands with her date, Jack. Gallantly, Wade said, "I'll carry that," and took the bag. He said to Ginny, "It's not too late. Let's go the lounge and just visit." While sipping wine, he said, "Congratulations for the best fielder award. You're not only gorgeous looking, but athletic too." 

She said, "Thanks. You make me very happy. How was your visit to the university?" 

He said, "I'll be pitching for the state college next year on a partial scholarship." 

Ginny squealed happily, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "That's great. I'll come to see you pitch, if you want me to." 

He said, "Of course, I want you to see me pitch. You bring much good luck to me." 

Ginny smiled and said, "Like most ball players, you are superstitious." He did not deny he was superstitious.

Noticing that Wade was quiet, Ginny asked, "Something bothering you?" 

He said, "My mom went to Las Vegas with her boyfriend to buy a condo. She is putting up her house for sale. I'll have to move. I don't know if I can find a place to live in a short time." 

Ginny said, "Don't worry. I may be able to help. Let's dance, handsome." 

On the dimly lit dance floor, they danced slowly, holding each other tightly. Wade relaxed in the arms of beautiful, mature, elegantly-dressed, Ginny. In turn, Ginny was turned on dancing with handsome, young, Wade. Just before they left the restaurant, Ginny spent several minutes freshening up.

After Wade pulled in to her drive way, Ginny said, "It's a beautiful night to see the stars. Don't forget the small bag." 

As she stood by the car and looked at the stars, Wade asked, "What's in it?" 

Ginny said, "It's a video. Jack manages a video store and checks out videos and DVDs. They both like to watch older woman-younger man movies." After a pause, she whispered, "You must have seen the one I left in my DVD player; Sally wanted me to watch it." 

"Wade said, "I saw a small part of it. Did you like it?" 

Shyly, she said, "Yes. But, I think it works only if a man and a woman care for each other." 

Wade pulled her to him by her shoulders and said, "I care for you very much," and French kissed her passionately. 

Hugging him, she said, "I care for you too. I'm learning again how to love a man," and, grasping his cock lump, added, "Especially, a young and horny one." 




Widow Plays Ball



Once they were inside her home, she cooed, "Honey, unzip my dress." After she stepped out of her dress, Wade saw she had on a lacy, black, silk, bra; black stockings that were held up by a garter belt, and thin black panties. As she placed the dress on the back of a chair, Wade hugged her from behind, and, as a surprised Ginny squealed, he grasped her large bra-covered boobs. 

He whispered in her ear, "You're gorgeous in black." 

She smiled, pushed her ass in to his stiffened cock, and said, "Sally told me where to buy sexy underwear." 

Handing her a gift wrapped box, he said, "Happy birthday. I think they will go well with black." 

When she saw he gave her a pearl necklace and ear rings, she said, "I love them." She hugged him and put on the jewelry.

Ginny turned to him and whispered "Would you like to try something Sally said she and Jack like?" 

Excitedly, he said, "Yes." 

She said, "Take off your clothes and lie on your back." 

Lying on his back, Wade watched Ginny stand above his head and stare fondly at his stiff cock. Slowly, she crouched and brought her panties-covered pussy just above his face, and moaned with pleasure when he raised his head and sucked her oozing-panties-covered pussy. To Wade's surprise and pleasure, she sat on his face, and he had no choice but to eat her panties-covered pussy. 

After a while, Ginny quickly stood up, removed her panties, and set down her spread bare pussy on Wade's face. She said, "Wiggle your toes, if you can breathe and you're ok." 

After he wiggled his toes, she rode his face rocking back and forth. He held on to her big boobs, swallowed the copious amounts of her oozing pussy juice, and felt her orgasmic convulsions at least twice.

After Ginny got off of Wade's face, she giggled when she saw it was smeared with her juices, and said, "Wait for me in the den. I'll be right back to watch a movie." 

In the den, he found mirrors on two walls and the couch was covered with two beach towels. He met Ginny at the door, hugged her passionately, and kissed her long neck and sensual lips. He tried feebly to fuck her standing up, but Ginny cooed, "Let's sit on the couch and be comfortable." She sat on his knee, and said, "I think you will like this older woman," and turned on the DVD player and lowered the sound level. As a young man, Tim, was fixing a faucet underneath a cupboard, a slim woman with frizzy blonde hair, dressed in a tank top and tight shorts, was rubbing his shoulders and talking to him. She had a sexy body and, even with her heavily-made up face, she looked to be well over 50 years old. 

Wade said, "You're a very sexy woman. I'm turned on very much seeing you and your images in the mirrors," and pulled her to sit in his lap, removed her bra, and grasped her large boobs. 

When Tim was fondling and kissing the blonde woman's boobs, Wade said, "I want you, baby," and slowly snaked his cock in to Ginny's pussy. With her pussy snugly around his cock, it was highly stimulating and a continuous stream of cum poured out. Soon, while firmly holding Ginny's boobs, Wade had a long and highly pleasurable climax.

Wade's cock did not soften. He said, "Sit facing me. I love to see your beautiful face." 

Giggling, Ginny said, "Also, my boobs." 

After she sat in his lap and impaled herself on his big cock, Wade fucked her lovingly for a long time, pausing to kiss her long neck and large boobs. When she lifted her arms, he kissed her sexy, smooth, arm pits. Ginny kept her pussy channel tightly clasped around Wade's cock. She also watched intently the older woman suck the young guy's cock avidly on the TV screen. 

Ginny said, "Spend the night with me." 

He said, "Thanks, baby," and resumed fucking her and, with his face buried in her sexy cleavage, had his climax.

Ginny got off of Wade's lap, put on a robe, and said, "Jack likes this actress; he wants Sally to put on weight and look voluptuous like her. Do you like how I look?" 

Wade said, "I love how you look. Please don't change," and added, "I'm thirsty." 

About that time, his cell phone rang, it was his mom; she told him that a buyer was found for her home, she was coming home next night, and hoped to drive a rented van back to Las Vegas on Wednesday. Wade assured her that he will move his stuff out soon.  

He found Ginny at the kitchen sink cutting an apple and said, "I want you to have my weight lifting equipment. You can train regularly. I'll train at the university." 

Ginny said, "Thank you. You may have to help me train. Right now, I use an exercise cycle and a StairMaster." 

He said, "No problem. I heard the StairMaster is good for the hips," and rubbed her narrow hips. 

Ignoring his hands on her hips, she said, "I've been thinking; I think there is enough room in the basement and the room on top of the garage." 

He said, "Thanks. I'll pay you rent. That was mom who called; her house was sold."

Ginny said, "Now that we settled property issues, I need to take a shower." 

Wade said, "I need one too. Can I take it with you?" 

Ginny blushed and said, "Ok. My last shower with a man was a long time ago." He followed her to the shower stall next to her bedroom. 

As she stepped under the water spray, Ginny looked at Wade's drooping cock, giggled, and said, "That's the first time he's not stiff." 

Wade nodded and washed Ginny's boobs for a long time, until she giggled, and said, "That's enough." He then washed Ginny's buttocks and grey-blonde pubes. Ginny began to wash Wade's cock and balls, and was delighted to see his cock become stiff again. She grasped and examined it for a while, slowly squatted, kissed it, and then took it in to her mouth while fondling his hanging sack of balls. Wade lovingly held her head with both hands and fucked her mouth slowly as his cock became very hard. He lifted her to stand up, French kissed her, and began to hump her crotch. 

Ginny said in awe, "You want me again?" 

Wade smiled and said, "You're a gorgeous woman. You turn me on." 

Ginny cooed, "Lucky me. Let's go to the bedroom."

As he toweled his body, Wade watched Ginny blow dry her hair. Lovingly, he wiped off wet spots on her back. After she was done drying her hair, as she squealed happily, Wade carried her in his arms and slowly dropped her on her large bed. He then climbed on the bed, lifted both of her legs, and slowly kissed her from her toes to her head. 

Ginny said, "I want to model a lingerie set I bought. Close your eyes." 

After he closed his eyes, she put on an open-cup bra and a pair of open crotch panties, both made out of black sheer fabric. Standing in front of the lighted dressing table, she put on the pearl jewelry he gave her, and costume rings on her long fingers, and said, 

"Ok, you can look. I hope these satisfy your fondness for my boobs and crotch." 

He said, "Wow. Can I hug you?" 

She said, "In a minute."

When Ginny beckoned him, Wade ran to her, hugged her, and grasped her big boobs that spilled out of her open-cup bra. Languidly, she lifted up her arms and put them around his neck. In response, he pushed his stiff cock in to her buttocks, but Ginny was not ready to let his cock in to her sex portal. He moved his hands down to her crotch, spread the opening in the panties, and rubbed her well-lubricated clit. He whispered, again, "You're gorgeous," and started humping her buttocks. Instinctively, she leaned forward, placed her hands on the dressing table, and tilted her ass up. Without even looking, Wade snaked his cock in to her pussy and, while holding her sagging boobs firmly, stood still, and savored the erotic feelings of her plump buttocks pressing against his crotch and her snug pussy around his cock. He moaned when Ginny tightened her pussy wall around his cock. Staring at the image of the sexy woman in the mirror, he fucked her slowly enjoying the sensations. 

After a while, he said, "I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

Wade nudged Ginny to climb on top of him and, to get a good view of his lover, put two pillows under his head. After she impaled herself on his cock, he sucked her exposed nipples, and whispered, "Fuck me, baby." 

She blushed at his suggestive words, but wanted to try the squat position she saw on the DVD. When slowly she opened her thighs and squatted, his big cock went deep in to her love channel. Watching his pleasure-filled face intently, Ginny fucked him in slow strokes keeping his sensations on the verge of his climax. 

Wade said urgently, "Stop. Just squeeze it," trying to prolong the intense pleasure. 

Ginny cooed, "Let go. You got lot more jism in you," and clamped her pussy as tightly as she could. Wade let loose several spurts of cum deep in her. 

As he fell asleep, he mumbled, "My balls are empty." 

Some time, during the night, Ginny felt Wade's stiff cock poking her buttocks; lovingly, she grasped it, placed it at her well-lubricated pussy, and moaned softly as he pushed it deep in to her. Some time later, she felt spurts of his hot cum near her womb.

Ginny Helps Wade Move

Next morning, when Ginny woke up, she saw Wade was asleep and his cock was stiff, but reluctantly she decided not to grasp it. He woke up, when he smelled coffee. He got dressed, went to the kitchen, hugged Ginny, and fixed himself a cup of coffee. Ginny placed in front of him a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage links, and home fried potatoes, and said, 

"I would like to see how much of your stuff needs to be moved." 

Luckily, besides his books and weight lifting equipment, there was not much that needed to be moved. After they unloaded her pickup, she helped him set up the weight lifting bench and other pieces in front of the mirror-covered wall. 

He said, "I've to talk to prospective players for the community college coach. Tonight, I've to pick up my mom at the airport. I may not be free until Wednesday or Thursday. I'll miss seeing you." 

She said, "Help your mom. I'll be working Monday to Wednesday afternoons at the sporting goods store in the mall." 

Wade said, "Great. I'll call just to hear your voice," and left after hugging her.

After he left, she stripped the bed sheets, collected clothes scattered all over, and did a load of laundry; she also carefully hand washed her delicate lingerie. Later in the morning, she went shopping and bought a white tight-fitting tank top, a black cup-less bustier, and a few groceries. Wade called every day and professed his fondness for her, and gave her updates on moving his mom's belongings. 

On Wednesday morning, Wade told her on the phone, "Mom and her boy friend just left. They threw away more than half the stuff in the house. I'm going to the campus for team practice. Can we have dinner tonight?" 

Ginny said, "I'm working this afternoon, but we can have chicken, stuffing, and salad. You need to eat well." 

Wade said, "Ok. See you about seven."

On the way home from work, Ginny bought a roasted chicken. At home, she showered, and put on beige shorts and a white tank top. She also put on the pearl necklace and ear rings Wade gave her, and light make up. 

Wade hugged Ginny and said, "Missed you. You look gorgeous." 

He was also wearing shorts and a tank top. 

He asked, "How's the job?" 

She said, "Good. I was invited to play softball in a summer league. You ok leaving your home for good?" 

He said, "I was sad. I'm ok now." Over dinner, he said, "Every thing is so tasty. May be I can have a second helping later. I'm pitching in an intra squad game tomorrow. Family members are welcome to watch." 

She said, "I'll come. I may also do some shopping before the game." 

After dinner and cleaning, Wade hugged Ginny from behind, and said, "Thanks for the dinner, gorgeous," and pushed his stiffening cock in to her ass. She turned, put her slender arms around his neck, and French kissed him. He touched her covered boobs, hugged her, and said, "Take off the bra." 

She removed her silk bra and put it around his neck. Grasping her boobs, he kissed her long neck. Her pussy got wetter. She said, "Take off your shorts and underwear, and come see what I did to the exercise room," and led him to the basement. He saw the cycle and the StairMaster were across from the weight lifting bench, and thick place rugs covered the thin carpeting. She gushed, "You can see me working out while you are lifting weights." 

Mischievously, he said, "I want to see your bare ass," and, as she giggled, he pulled her shorts down. He pulled her panties to her feet and kissed her curly grey-blonde pubes; his nostrils picked up aroma of perfume and her excited pussy scent. He crawled behind her and, as she giggled, he kissed her meaty buttocks; she stepped out of the high-heel sandals, stood on the StairMaster pedals, and looked at him sexily over her left shoulder; she saw him staring at her lovely buttocks while his cock was waving and throbbing. 

She came to him and made him lie on the weight lifting bench and, placing one foot on each side of the bench, sat facing him on his chest. Wade looked in to her blue eyes; at her bra-less, tank top-covered boobs, slender bare arms, and whispered, "Wow," and reaching up grasped her boobs. While watching her crotch and his head in the mirror, she brought her spread pussy close to his face. She watched intently as he lifted his head, licked her juicy pussy with his tongue repeatedly, pausing only to swallow her love nectar. Suddenly, he clamped his mouth on her vagina; in turn, she pressed it firmly on his mouth and face, and gently rode back and forth on his face. She grabbed the horizontal bar above his head for support as her body convulsed with an intense orgasm. 

Ginny slid backwards to his upper thighs, leaving a trail of her nectar on his tummy, firmly held his throbbing cock in her right hand, and cooed, "I want to see him spurt, please." Wade nodded and watched as Ginny, while her boobs swayed, alternated between sucking and pumping his cock. 

After he had a long climax and she caught his semen-filled cum in tissues, she got off of him, helped him get up from the bench, and said, "Would you like to have a piece of apple pie?" 

Softly, he mumbled, "Yes. I want you too." Giggling, she said, "Ok, pie first."

Ginny put on a robe and fixed two slices of apple pie in the kitchen. As they ate, Wade said, "I heard there will be scouts from pro teams tomorrow. I know I'm not going to be as good as Clemens or Ryan. I want to earn a degree in business. What do you think?" 

Ginny said, "You have a good attitude. May be you are a better pitcher than you think. My dad was also modest and played in the minor leagues. He earned a degree in education; and had a good career as a teacher and coach." 

Wade said, "Thanks for your support." 

She said, "I'll support you as long as you want me to." 

He said, "I want you for ever." 

She said, "People change as they grow up. I hope you will want me when I'm old." 

He said, "Your age does not bother me. Like I said, I want you." 

She saw his stiff cock, giggled, and said, "You clean up here, while I freshen up."

Several minutes later, while he was watching TV in the den, Ginny called from her bedroom, "Honey, please zip me up." 

Wade saw she was standing in front of the dressing table, and had on a black cup-less bustier, black stockings, garter belt, and said, "You're gorgeous. Love your outfit." Ginny saw, his face was flush with passion. After pulling her zipper up, as he hugged her, she saw in the mirror his oozing cock head poking below her vagina. He pushed her to lean forward and, after humping her bare ass a few times, he lodged the tip of his cock head in her love channel. That night and next morning, Wade made love to Ginny three more times as if to prove that he finds her to be a desirable woman.

Ginny Watches Wade Pitch

Next day about noon, Ginny drove Wade to near the state college campus in Cortland, and, after dropping him off at the baseball field, went shopping. Wearing white shorts, a white sleeve-less blouse, a white cap, and dark sunglasses, she sat in the stands behind the home plate, and watched Wade pitch a one-hitter. After the game, one pro scout told him to pitch another year for the college and improve his curve ball. Wade invited Ginny to join his friends for a beer at a bar before returning home. 

He helped her barbecue hamburgers for dinner. During dinner, she said, "I've lots of work to do. You need to set up your room." Smiling, she added, "I'll leave the kitchen door unlocked." 

When Wade went to Ginny's bed and stretched out on it, she sat up, grasped his cock, and French kissed him. He saw she had on a pink baby doll night gown and said, "You're gorgeous in pink." She sucked on his cock to make it stiff, impaled herself on it, and fucked him passionately to have an intense orgasm. She fell asleep on top of him with his stiff cock buried in her pussy and his muscular arms wrapped around her. She woke up couple of times when he fucked her vigorously and fell asleep when he stopped.

During that season and the next, the evening before each home game, Ginny served a large dinner of roasted chicken, stuffing, and salad to Wade; afterwards, she would wear black lingerie and Wade would lover her passionately. On the day of the game, she wore white clothes and dark sunglasses, sat in the stands behind the home plate, and made notes while watching him pitch. Watching Wade pitch during a game also turned on Ginny. Consequently, later in the evening she was aggressive in bed and rode his cock until she had at least one orgasm.

Wade's Short Pro Career

When Wade was assigned to a minor league team in Georgia, Ginny was happy and said, "Go for it, baby. If you do well, you will be a major league pitcher." 

Wade said, "Why don't you come with me?" 

She said, "I'll miss you, but I've a life of my own here. I'll work full time and play softball whenever I can. It's time for you to be on your own. I know you can do it. Call me if you need anything." She wanted to but did not say that he will meet many women and he might meet the right one; she also did not tell him that she loved him.

During the first month Wade was in Georgia, he called Ginny often. Later, as she expected, the calls became infrequent. Ginny assumed that Wade would forget her, but on her birthday each year a large bouquet of flowers were delivered to her at the sporting goods store with a note, 'Happy Birthday, Ginny.' It was signed Wade. After about a year, she read in a baseball magazine that Wade married a young woman and in the accompanying picture she saw the bride looked to be pregnant. Later, she read that Wade was signed by a major league team and given a good signing bonus. 

Meanwhile, Ginny started working full time and, after a year, was promoted to a supervisor. She also played softball in the summer and, when Sally stepped down, she became the manager of the team. Even though she met a few men about 40 to 50 years old, because each came with heavy emotional baggage, she did not find any of them worthy of a relationship. Ginny bought a pair of dildos and masturbated regularly while watching adult movies; she always imagined that it was Wade making love to her. 

Wade Returns to Ginny

Wade's major league career lasted about one season. Beset with injuries, his ERA was very high. His career ended when, after a night game, a drunk driver failed to stop at a yield sign and hit his SUV; Wade's left arm, which was his pitching arm, was broken. Jack heard about the accident on a late night TV sports program and had Sally tell Ginny about it right away. When Ginny expressed her concern for Wade, Sally told her that he should be in good care and there was not much she could do to help him; she also predicted he would come back to her. After surgery and painful physiotherapy, Wade regained partial use of his arm. The baseball team offered him a position as a scout, but he recalled Ginny's advice to earn a college degree and become a teacher. He decided to call Ginny.




Widow Plays Ball



When Wade called Ginny to tell her his plans, they talked a long time like old friends. She was glad that he was not hurt more seriously and had recovered enough to do routine chores. He called her several times; he convinced her he needed her when he said, "You helped me become who I am. I'm sure you can help me move to the next stage of my life." 

After he told her that he was going back to the state college, she asked, "When will your classes begin?" 

He said, "In September, but I want to move soon to Cortland; the team will pay for my move and the insurance company for a new car. I need a place to stay a few days before I find an apartment. Can I stay in the room on top of your garage?" 

Softly, she said, "Yes. When are you coming?" He said, "I'm flying Friday from Atlanta," and gave her details of his flight. She said, "I'll see you at the airport."

When Sally heard that Wade was returning to be with Ginny, she was excited and said, "Keep him at your home. I'm sure he would love that. I'll have Jack install a specially-designed swing in your exercise room; it's my present to you." 

Giggling, Ginny said, "You're too much." When Sally explained how she and Jack use the swing, Ginny blushed intensely. 

Sally whispered, "Jack has been fucking me like a rabbit." 

Ginny replied, "Tell me something new," and the two friends giggled.

Ginny showered, shaved, painted her toe and finger bails bright red, and put on a necklace and dangling ear rings. On the way to the airport, she wondered if Wade would notice more wrinkles on her neck and upper arms, her larger sagging boobs, and that she had her mostly grey hair dyed blonde. Wade spotted Ginny in white Capri pants, white short-sleeve blouse, a softball jacket on her arm, and white sandals. She looked more beautiful than he remembered.

He hugged her lovingly longer than she anticipated and said, "Love your blonde hair. You're still a gorgeous woman. I missed you." 

She said, "I missed you too." She saw his forehead receded a bit and he was more muscular. After they picked up his bags, as she drove her pickup, she became aware that he was staring at her face and boobs. Blushing, she held his hand as he kissed her on her right cheek; her pussy tingled spontaneously, like in old times.

He said, "I'm hungry. Please drive to the tavern where we used to go." The tavern was crowded, but the waiter recognized Wade and seated them at a corner table. They drank water and munched on snack foods. 

He told her, "My marriage ended while I was pitching in a minor league; Darlene got custody of our son, Curt. He is a good kid. He will visit me for a week next month," and showed her photos of Curt. 

In turn, Ginny told him, "I'm still working at the sports goods store; I'm also helping them purchase sports clothing." 

Wade held her hand and said, "I'm so glad to see you. You are gorgeous." 

Ginny blushed and said, "Thanks." She did not say aloud that she still cared for him. 

He saw two men staring at him unsure of his identity and said to her, "Let's get out of here before someone recognizes me. I promised to visit my old coach on Monday; he is one guy I must see."

After they brought in his bags, Wade hugged Ginny tightly, and said, "I missed you, baby." Before she could reply, he French kissed her passionately and pushed his partially erect cock in to her belly. 

She giggled nervously and then said in a serious tone, "One part of my mind says you do care for me; another says I may be just a readily available piece of ass to an athlete. I hear Jim is cheating all the time on his wife." 

He slid to his knees and said, "You mean a lot to me. I want you to be my special friend. I bought these for you," and handed her two small wrapped boxes. 

She opened the boxes and squealed, "Diamond ear rings and a necklace with a diamond-encrusted pendant." 

He said, "They are gifts to a special friend."

She pulled him up and said, "You should see the exercise room." 

After French kissing her passionately, he removed her blouse, grasped her large white bra-covered boobs, and whispered, "They are gorgeous." 

As she led him to the exercise room, she asked, "How is your arm?" 

He said, "It's fine if I don't lift heavy weights." 

Ginny said, "I painted this room and ---." 

Before she finished the sentence, he said, "You have a love swing." 

Blushing, she said, "It's a present from Sally to us." Shyly, she added, "I'll put the jewelry on and change in to something more comfortable."

A few minutes later Wade heard Ginny's foot steps. He saw she had on a low-cut white tank top, a short plaid skirt, and white thigh highs. Standing in front of a mirror, she said, "I love the ear rings. Do you like this cheer leader skirt the store is selling?" 

Wade said, "Wow. You look great." 

Coyly, she said, "The tank top is my idea." She watched in the mirror as he hugged her from behind, grasped her tank top-covered boobs, and kissed her long neck, smooth shoulders, and upper arms; when she reached behind and put her arms around his neck, he rubbed her sexy arm pits. She was sure he loved her as before.

Ginny nudged him to take off his shorts and under wear, and grasped his stiff cock. As she led him to the swing with his cock firmly in her grasp, he said, "You're lovely, darling. Please sit on the swing." He knelt on a large padded mat, pushed her skirt to her waist, kissed her white panties-covered crotch, and said, "Beautiful." She saw on his face desire for her. He lowered her panties and planted several kisses on her heavy growth of mostly grey pubic hair. He put a finger in her wet pussy, scooped her love nectar, and licked it off. Gently, he grasped her tank top-covered boobs and said, "Baby, let me taste you." Slowly, Ginny leaned back on the swing, and he raised her spread legs and hooked them in two stirrups. Happily, he licked her wide-open love gash slowly savoring the feel of her slick labia and clit, and slurping her copious love nectar. As she watched his bobbing head at her crotch, her passion increased gradually and led to a long orgasm.

A few minutes after the pleasure of her orgasm subsided, Wade stood up. He saw Ginny's glistening pussy surrounded by heavy growth of grey pubic hair and wide-open legs; eagerly, he pushed his cock in to her slick pussy. Seeing her in a cheerleader skirt, white thigh highs, and jiggling boobs underneath a tight tank top triggered a continuous flow of cum from his cock in to her pussy. He had a climax in a very short time. 

He wanted to continue fucking Ginny's love channel, but he heard her call, "I want to suck it." That's when he saw she was flat on her back and her head was hanging slightly. He walked and stood with his pulsing cock close to her mouth. She grasped his engorged, sex fluids-covered cock, and sucked on it until it became more stiff. Soon, he slowly pushed his saliva-covered cock deep in to her pussy. He stood still savoring his cock being buried deep and touching her womb. He had not been that deep in to another woman; he rubbed her thigh high-covered legs and thighs, and fondled and kissed her sagging boobs. He loved to watch his big cock go in and out of her dense pubes-covered pussy. He felt his second climax cumming and, as he fucked her urgently, he leaned forward, hugged her passionately, and let go several jets of his cum deep inside her.

Ginny felt Wade's hot cum being sprayed in her pussy. After he recovered, he pulled her up to stand, slowly placed her on his right shoulder, and carried her to her bedroom. They fell asleep with him hugging her and her head on his shoulder. After sleeping a few hours, Ginny woke up and, when she saw Wade's cock had become stiff again, she straddled his waist, pushed his cock in to her pussy, and slept with her head on his muscular chest and a big smile on her face. 

Besides love making, Ginny helped Wade with his finances and made sure he studied hard. Still, she never turned him away when he got amorous, like when they exercised together. Ginny knew that Wade loved to smell her neck, arm pits, and crotch; by using perfumes, she made sure that she smelled good. She and Sally bought sexy female clothing, and replaced love swings as needed.

WADE GRADUATES

It was a Saturday morning. Wade graduated the day before with a degree in business administration. He also received an offer to work as a teacher's assistant in Cortland. Ginny made arrangements to celebrate his achievements. He acknowledged Ginny's help at dinner by saying, "Ginny is the guiding light of my life." They celebrated late in to the night with friends; it was early morning when they went to bed. 

Wade woke up late and, as he showered, thought of loving Ginny on the love swing. His cock got hard. He put on just a tank top and went looking for her. In the kitchen, he found Ginny dressed in white tight shorts and low-cut tank top. She had put on the diamond ear rings and necklace with a heart-shaped pendant he gave her. Her face looked radiant of a woman who was being fucked well regularly. 

She blushed when she saw his semi erect cock swinging in air. She also saw his passion-filled face.

She asked, "Did you sleep well?" 

He said, "Best night's sleep in a long while."

She said, "Do you want breakfast?" 

He said, "Later. Right now, I want you." 

Blushing, she said, "I want you too, on the swing," and led him to the love swing in the exercise room.

He removed her shorts and panties, to find her large boobs swilling out of an open-cup bra. He looked in to her eyes, and said, "You look lovely with the diamond ear rings on." 

She said, "Thanks. Now, lie on your back."

After he got comfortable on the swing, she stood astride his head and watched him lick her juicy pussy. Seeing that his cock had stiffened, she straddled his waist, and slowly impaled herself on his stiff cock. He lifted his head and saw her lovely face, sexy boobs, and his brown pubes mingled with her dense growth of grey pubic hair. Lovingly, he fondled her boobs and tweaked her nipples, as she savored the slow build up of passion and a deep orgasm that made her crotch convulse uncontrollably. Later, she cooed, "Hold me tightly in your strong arms and fuck me."

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Widow Tom Fucks his Neighbor



My name is Tom, I am 60 years old (but have been told I look a lot younger), my wife passed away suddenly just over a year ago, for a long time I was very low, I just could not get used to her not being with me any longer. The couple that live next door were very good, Paul would come in for a chat and a drink and his wife Julie would shop for me, sometimes cook me a meal and help me clean the house. Julie is mid thirties, she has a teenage daughter and a son aged 10, she is a very bubbly, lively lady with a great sexy figure - I must admit over the last few months she has been the object of many of my erotic dreams and fantasy's. My late wife was 15 years younger than me and we were very active sexually, since she died my sex life has been non-existent - that is apart from me playing with myself to relieve my frustrations.

One day over coffee Julie told me how worried they were, their car needed a lot of work doing to it and they couldn't afford to pay for the repairs, I suggested she could look after my house, the shopping, cooking on a permanent basis, basically to become my 'part time housekeeper' of course I would pay her, that way I wouldn't have to cope by myself and she would have some more money coming in - and to thank her for all she has done for me in the past I would pay for the repair bill on their car, Julie's face lit up, "Thanks Tom, that would be great, but are you sure? I mean - you know I don't mind helping out but the money would come in handy" I told her I was sure, my mind was made up and asked her if she wanted to start our arrangement the next day.

For the next few weeks Julie came in every morning, I really looked forward to seeing her, it was certainly nice to have someone to talk to, more importantly someone who made me feel alive again - sexually! It was the middle of summer, very hot and Julie would often wear skimpy clothes, sometimes just a pair of shorts and a T shirt which showed off her tits which were quite large, if I was lucky she would go braless, her nipples poking out of the material of her top. After she went home I would think of her whilst playing with my dick, imagining myself sucking on her tits, she sucking on my dick, me fucking her - Oh how I was missing sex!

One day over coffee Julie mentioned that Paul's firm were cutting his hours, "If I didn't have the money you paid me coming in I don't think we could manage" she told me, "If things carry on like this I will have to get an evening job as well" she said, this was my chance, I had been waiting for this moment, I knew they were short of money but wondered just how far she would go to earn extra cash, nervously I said to her "Julie, can I suggest something to you? There is a way that you could earn more money working here but I don't want you to take it the wrong way, if I was to suggest something to you would you promise to think about it?" Julie looked at me inquisitively, "I'm intrigued Tom, tell me more" she said, "Well Julie, you must know how much I like you being here, it makes me feel so good just having you around, you've made me feel alive again, the thing is Julie I've started to think about you sexually, when I dream I fantasise about making love to you" I went on to tell her that before my wife died I would have sex three or four times a week and that I missed it so much.

Julie was quiet for a while, it seemed she couldn't think of what to say, "Tom, you are a very nice man and I'm flattered that you think about me that way but I love Paul and there would be no way I would cheat on him, no matter how much money was involved" "No, Julie, you don't understand, I wouldn't expect to touch you or for you to touch me, what I thought was that maybe while you were over here you could wear something sexy, maybe every now and then give me a glimpse of your tits, you know, flirt a little, tease a bit, you could indulge this old guys fantasy's, c'mon Julie, what do you say, if you say yes I will pay you well"

Well, at least she was still here, she hadn't walked out so maybe I was in with a chance, after what seemed like ages she spoke, "So all you would want me to do is to act in a sexy way, to give you an occasional show, you wouldn't expect more, is that what you are saying?"

"That's all I ask Julie, you have a think about it and let me know what you decide"

"Ok tom, I'll do that but I want to make it clear that if I do there will be no contact between us, ok?

The next day when Julie turned up I was dismayed to see her wearing jeans and a baggy sweater, she must have noticed the look on my face and laughed, "Don't worry Tom, I'll do as you ask but I thought I would bring a change of clothes with me so if you don't mind I'll just nip upstairs and change" She came back down and entered the kitchen where I had just made coffee, "Well, what do you think, will this do for you Sir?" she joked, spinning around to give me a good view of her, she had on a very short mini skirt, her black stocking tops were visible, a tight blouse which was very sheer, her lacy bra underneath vaguely showed the dark outline of her nipples, she looked very sexy indeed, "You look great Julie, just great!" I told her, my dick was straining against my pants, "I've been thinking about what you told me Tom and I can understand what you are going through, don't you think you ought to get out and try to meet someone, it must be very hard for you right now"

"You're right Julie but I don't want to get involved with someone just now, I was thinking of phoning one of those 'agencies', you know, pay for a girl to visit me, do you think I should?" I asked, "No Tom, I don't think that's the answer" Julie said, "Let me see if I can come up with something, somehow there must be a way that I can help you Tom, leave it to me" she told me. Julie got on with her work, from then on she did as I asked, she playfully exposed herself to me as she did the chores, whenever she noticed me looking she flaunted herself, bending over allowing me to see her panties etc. this is how things went for the next few days, she got a little more daring as time went by, wearing skimpy tops with no bra or shirts that were almost totally unbuttoned, her tits almost falling out as she leaned forward. One day over coffee I asked her if she would feel comfortable if I was to play with myself while she went about her work, she told me as long as there was no contact between us I could do whatever pleased me, trying not to push my luck I asked her if she would take off her top so that I could see her tits, again she followed my request, she stood up and pulled her top over her head now just dressed in a skirt and stockings, her tits were magnificent, they looked firm and although not massive had lovely thimble sized nipples, just right for sucking on I thought, "What about my skirt Tom? Would you like me to take that off as well?" she asked, this was going better than I thought it would, "You know I would like that Julie" I told her. Slowly she reached behind herself and unzipped the skirt letting it fall to the floor, she stood there now just wearing her stockings, suspenders and a pair of tiny lacy panties, I could see the darkness of her bush through the material, my dick was rock hard, almost to the point of bursting, "Can I play with myself now Julie" I asked, will you dance for me as I wank on my dick?" "You go ahead Tom" she replied, I quickly slid my trousers down and my 10 inch dick sprang out, I looked at Julie, she started to play with her tits as I slowly wanked myself, "I didn't realise your cock was so big Tom" she said tweaking her nipples between her fingers, "Do you like big dicks Julie? Tell me, does Paul have a big dick? Does he fuck you good Julie? I watched her as I pumped my dick, she was getting turned on, I could see she was enjoying watching me as much as I enjoyed watching her, "Yes, I love big cocks" she said as she slid her hand inside her panties, "C'mon Tom, let me see you cum, show me your spunk" she moaned as she continued to play with herself, my dick was throbbing, I knew it wouldn't last long before I shot my load, seeing Julie play with herself, looking at her lovely tits and near naked body was too much, "I'm Cumming" I said as I furiously wanked my dick, shooting my cum in Julie's direction, unfortunately she was too far away and it streamed out across the room landing on the carpet, I collapsed back into the chair, my dick still throbbed, spunk still oozing out. Julie came over to me, leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead, "Was that good for you Tom, did I turn you on as much as you thought I would?" she asked. I told her I had not experienced an orgasm like that for a long time, "Will you let me do that again sometimes Julie?" I asked her, "Anytime you want Tom, anytime I'm here" she said. She went back upstairs and got back into her 'Normal' clothes, when she came back down she said "Tom, I've been thinking, there's a woman I know, she's called Alice, about 45 and divorced, nice looking, would you like me to try to fix you up with a date with her, I'm sure she would love to meet you, what do you say?" "I don't know Julie, I'm pretty much stuck in my ways now, I told you I'm not sure I can handle getting involved with anyone right now. Let me have a think about it Julie, ok?"

Julie said she would see me tomorrow, "You think about it Tom, promise me" she said as she was leaving, all I thought about for the rest of the day was Julie's body, oh how I would like to fuck her, but one thing I didn't want to do was to upset her in any way, she had seen my dick now and I had seen her almost naked, that was a start.

I was in the bath when Julie arrived the next day, she called out telling me she was here, "Take your time Tom, have a nice long soak, I'll get on with my work" she said, when I got out of the bath I put on my robe and went downstairs, Julie was wearing a very sexy dress, low cut at the front, her tits looked great, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples jutted out through the thin material, "Hi Julie, you look great" I told her, "Thank you Tom, well, did you think about what I told you, do you want me to give Alice a call?" "I'd rather you take off that sexy dress and let me look at you" I joked, she walked over to me, "You take it off Tom" she said turning around, presenting me with her zipper, I reached out and slowly unzipped the dress, then sliding the straps over her shoulders it fell to the floor, she turned to face me, I looked down and saw she was not wearing panties, just a pair of black hold up stockings, then I realised she had shaved off her bush, my dick was hard and Julie looked down at it as it bulged under my robe, she untied the belt of my robe and my dick sprang out, "Do you want to touch my tits Tom? Do you want to play with them?" "But I thought you said you didn't want me to touch you Julie, you made that clear" "I want you to fuck me Tom, when I saw your cock yesterday I wanted it, I wanted it inside me, I haven't had a big cock for a long time, Paul's cock is quite small, don't you want to fuck me Tom? I thought that was what you wanted, I thought that was what you fantasised about" she reached out and took my dick in her hands and kissed me, I pulled her close to me, my hand cupping her tit, feeling her hard nipple press into my palm, we both sank down to the floor still kissing, Julie played with my dick as I slid my hand between her legs and found her wet cunt, I played with her pussy lips and gently fingered her cunt, it was so wet, I kissed my way down her body, stopping at her tits, sucking her nipples deep into my mouth, then lower until I came to her smooth pussy, this was a first for me, I had never had sex with anyone with a smooth pussy, it sure felt good!

I darted my tongue into her cunt tasting her juices, at the same time I fingered her, she was moaning out loudly with pleasure, "Yes Tom, that feels so good, lick me deeper, finger me harder, deeper, oh I want you Tom, yes...deeper....harder, yes, Yes, OH it feels so good!" I had three fingers inside her, I sucked hard on her tits as I fingered her, "Now Tom, Fuck me now, I want you inside me" I positioned myself between her wide open legs, I rubbed my dick along her wet pussy lips and then slowly at first I slid my dick into her warm, wet cunt, again she moaned loudly as I entered her, finally I was deep inside her cunt, "Oh that feels so good Tom, now fuck me hard" she instructed, I did as she asked and pumped my dick into her without any tenderness, simply animal lust, I fucked her as hard and as deep as I could, she begged to be fucked harder, she seemed insatiable, "Harder, deeper" she cried out, her legs were locked around my back, she pulled me into her as much as she could, I felt myself ready to cum and told her, "Cum inside me Tom, fill my cunt with you hot spunk" she cried out, I lunged forward and felt my spunk shoot out into her, I lay there until I was completely drained, my dick twitching still deep inside her cunt, then I rolled off her and lay alongside her, my hand resting on her heaving chest cupping one of her tits. "That was great Tom, the best fuck I've had for a long time" she told me, "Now, you just lie there, let me suck this cock back to life" she said and turning around so her pussy was over my mouth she went down on me, she started off by licking and kissing my dick, she played with my balls as she took as much of my dick into her mouth and sucked deeply on it. As she did this I played with her juicy cunt, this was another first for me, licking at her cunt that I had just filled with my spunk, I must admit it really turned me on, it was so messy and slippery, my fingers slid in to her so easily. She sucked my dick deep down her throat for about 5 minutes, again I felt myself ready to cum and I told her, I expected Julie to finish me off by hand but she continued to suck until I shot my second load of spunk into her mouth. We spent the next hour just lying there, playing with each other - Oh how I wished that I was young again but I knew that I was done for today, my mind told me to fuck her again but my body was not willing.

Later when Julie had dressed she told me that if I wanted we could have sex on a regular basis but made me promise that this had to remain our secret, she told me that she really did love Paul and wouldn't want to hurt him. So nowadays Julie still looks after my house but two or three times a week she looks after me as well, I'm happy (my sex life's great) she's happy (she's earning money and gets a good fuck) the trouble is that now I have started to fantasise over Julie's daughter (Jenny) I wonder if I could.......... I'll keep you informed!



Widow Tom Fucks Neighbor & Daughter



I recently told you how I got to fuck the woman who lives next door, to recap my name's Tom, I am 60 and widowed. The couple who live next door (Julie and Paul) helped me overcome the loss of my wife in many ways; eventually I had sex with Julie who became my part time housekeeper. I paid her to look after my house, cook for me etc. I knew they were short of money so I proposed a plan to Julie, I would pay her more if she would sometimes 'turn me on' by wearing sexy clothes, flirting etc. she decided to do as I asked on condition there would be no contact between us but one day after seeing how big my prick was we ended up fucking. Since then I have fucked her regularly, I have become accepted as one of the family by Paul and their children, Jenny who is 18 and Billy who is 10, the children look on me as being their 'Granddad' Paul knows nothing of our sex life and Julie wants to keep it that way which suits me although the thought of fucking her with her husband present is a possibility for the future!

Everything was going along great till one day Jenny caught us in the act. Julie, as normal arrived at my house after lunch, she went upstairs and changed into one of her sexy outfits she keeps at my house, after parading around for an hour with her tits almost hanging out and her short skirt showing me her pantiless cunt I desperately wanted and needed to fuck her, we ended up on the floor with me on top fucking her hard and deep when all of a sudden the door opened and with a "Hi mom, it's me" Jenny burst in, she had been sent home from school because she was not feeling well, she knew her mom would be here and as the door was unlocked had let herself in, she saw her mom getting fucked, froze for a second then turned and ran out, "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Julie, "Oh fucking hell!" we quickly got dressed, "I think you should keep a low profile for a while Tom, It's best if I don't come around for a few days, I'll try to talk to Jenny, make her understand there's nothing in it, I hope I can, I hope she'll listen to me" Julie gave me a quick kiss and hurried next door.

Over the next couple of days I saw Paul a few times, he acted normal so I guessed Jenny hadn't said anything to him, I didn't see Julie till the third day, she told me she had spoken to Jenny, she had told her all about us, that she loved Paul very much but that she enjoyed the sex she had with me, "I think Jenny understood what I was saying Tom" Julie said, "After all she is growing up, Jenny's got a boyfriend and I know she's on the pill so I guess they are having sex, Jenny told me I should carry on seeing you if I enjoyed it so much" I was relieved, this meant that things could return the way they used to be, I was afraid I would lose Julie - my only source of sex! "Does this mean you will come back to working for me Julie, I've really missed your company Julie and you know I've missed fucking you!" I told her, "Yes Tom, I've missed you too but we must be careful Tom, if Paul ever found out it would really hurt him and I don't want to do that!" We spent the next half hour having a good hard fuck - just the way Julie loves!

A couple of days later there was a knock at my door, I answered it to find Jenny standing there, "Can I come in please Tom, there's something I want to talk to you about" she said, I showed Jenny into the front room and she sat down, "What did you want to talk about Jenny?" I asked, "Mum told me all about you and her Tom, she told me it was your suggestion that she should wear sexy clothes to turn you on, is that true?" she asked, "Yes Jenny, I'm afraid it was" I told her, "You see Jenny, when a man get old he sometimes needs a bit of help sexually, seeing your mom wear sexy clothes excites me, yes it turns me on!" "And she told me that in return you give her extra money, is that true Tom? Does she charge you for having sex?" Jenny asked, I was taken back by how forward her questions were, what was she getting at I thought? "No Jenny, I do not pay your mom for sex! She enjoys it as much as I do, the money I pay your mom is for the housework she does for me, I admit at first I gave her extra so that she would wear sexy clothes but since then it has been different, your mom loves your dad but she likes to have sex with me as well" I looked at Jenny sitting opposite me, she was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair tied in bunches made her look younger than she actually was, in the past I had noticed she was very sexy, I had seen her made up, dressed in sexy clothes before she went out on a date, she had quite large tits for her age, I remembered Julie telling me she was on the pill so I guessed she had already been fucked. "How much did you pay her the first time Tom? The first time she dressed up for you, the first time she 'turned you on' Jenny asked, "Oh, I can't remember Jenny, why do you ask?" "Well Tom, let me put it this way, how much would you pay me to wear sexy clothes for you?" "That depends Jenny" I told her, "Depends on what?" she replied, "Well...If you are serious for one thing" I told her, "Oh, I'm serious alright Tom, very serious!" "Well, if you are serious it would depend on how sexy you dressed and acted" I told her. "If I did Tom, tell me...what would you like me to do, how would you like to see me dressed?" she asked, "Oh, I would leave that to you Jenny, your imagination is probably better than mine but if you are serious Jenny you can be sure I'll make it worth your while, I'm a very generous man Jenny, very generous!" Jenny stood up, "Ok Tom, I'll have a think about it and see", she lifted her sweatshirt, she wasn't wearing a bra and flaunted her tits to me, "Do you like them Tom, would you like to touch them?" she teased before pulling it down and running out the door, I sat down thinking about what had just taken place, picturing her young tits made my prick hard, I wondered if she was just teasing me - I hoped not!

That evening about 7pm there was a knock at the door, there stood Jenny, "Well, are you going to invite me in?" she asked, she removed her coat and turned to face me, she had certainly dressed to thrill, a very short skirt, what I hoped would be stockings, and a tight, sheer top over a lacy bra, tonight she wore make up which gave her the appearance of someone older, she posed for me, "Tell me Tom, do I look sexy?" she asked, "You look great Jenny, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, "Yes, I'm sure - for two reasons, firstly the money, how much do you think I'm worth Tom?" "You tell me" I replied, "How about £50, do you think I'm worth that much?" I agreed that amount would be ok, "You said 'two' reasons, what's the other one?" I asked, "Mum told me you had a big dick Tom, I've never been fucked by anyone with a big dick, the boys I've been with haven't been very big, I can't wait to see yours Tom" she laughed, I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom, then I kissed her, she was a great kisser, she used her tongue expertly, probing my mouth, sucking my tongue, as we kissed I cupped her tit, she was so firm, I gently squeezed taking hold of her nipple through the material of her top and bra, it grew large between my fingers, I moved her back and sat her on the edge of the bed, her mouth now level with the bulge in my trousers, immediately she reached out and unzipped me then her hand went inside encircling my throbbing, hard prick. I undid the button and my trousers fell to the floor, my prick stood out as Jenny slowly wanked on it, "Suck it Jenny" I told her, she took the tip in her mouth, her tongue licking around the end, then a little more until it was about half way in, putting my hands either side of her head I fucked her mouth, I could feel my prick hitting against the back of her mouth, she gagged and choked, I could see her eyes watering as she attempted to take me deeper, she pulled her head back, "I'm sorry Tom, It's too big, I can't get it all in" she said, "Don't worry Jenny, we'll try again later" I told her, I pulled her top over her head then reaching around her back I unfastened her bra and pulled it away from her, her young tits were so firm they stayed jutting out, not even a slight sag, her nipples looked just right for sucking and that's what I did for the next 5 minutes, as I sucked and played with her tits I ran my other hand up between her legs, she was wearing stockings, reaching the tops my hand rubbed against her bare skin, so very soft! Then going up even further I brushed against her panties, Jenny started to moan as my finger traced the outline of her pussy lips through the thin material, pulling them to one side I gently parted her wet lips and slid a finger into her moist, young cunt, again making Jenny moan loudly with pleasure, I lay her back on the bed and removed her skirt and panties, now naked except for her black hold up stockings. I quickly stripped off my clothes and knelt between her wide open legs, grabbing a handful of titty flesh I started to lick at her pussy, slipping my long tongue into her cunt as deeply as I could, she was very wet, I slid a couple of fingers into her and fingered her making her moan even more, "Ooh that feels so fucking good Tom, so fucking good!" she cried out, "Now Tom, please fuck me" she begged, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her feet rested on the floor, then getting into position I rubbed my prick along her wet pussy "Fuck me Tom" I started to slide my prick into her cunt, she was very tight, I took it slow and gentle to begin, a little at a time until I was buried deep in her cunt, then pulling out half way I began to fuck her with deep lunges, "Oh fuck. That's good, yes that's so fucking good" she cried out, I fucked her for what seemed like a long time, much longer than I normally lasted until I felt myself ready to cum, " I'm cumming Jenny" I told her and shot my load of spunk deep inside her cunt, I stayed inside her till I felt my prick begin to soften, then pulling out I lay next to her on the bed, cuddling up beside her, gently cupping her firm tit in my hand, she in turn had her hand around my throbbing prick which was still oozing cum, slowly wanking it, spreading the spunk around the tip. Before she left she sucked my prick again, this time she managed to take more of it into her mouth, relaxing her throat muscles she took some down her throat without choking - a quick learner I thought, I emptied my second load into her mouth, she swallowed most of it, some escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin, dripping on to her tits - I think seeing a girl with spunk over her face is very erotic, the spunk over her tits she rubbed into her nipples. After getting dressed Jenny said she had to go, it was getting late, I went to the dresser and got my wallet, I handed Jenny the money I had agreed to pay her, "I wasn't serious Tom, I was just joking about you paying me" she laughed, "I just thought the idea of me prostituting myself might turn you on" she told me, "All I wanted was a good fuck Tom, since mum told me about you and how big you were I knew I had to fuck with you" "Will you come and visit me again Jenny?" I asked, "Oh, I don't know Tom, we'll have to see - What's it worth?" she joked before she left.

So, that's how I got to fuck both Julie and her teenage daughter Jenny, what's next? What other fantasy's can I dream up? I asked myself, there is the possibility of getting Paul to join Julie and me in a threesome and taking things to the extreme how about Julie, Jenny, Paul and me all together? Very interesting!



Widow: Wet and Willing



 This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement. Hopefully, yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcome.

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Jenny was our neighbour. A widow, like Mom, but younger. She had a daughter, Phillipa, known to most of us as 'Flip', who'd had her twelfth birthday on Christmas Day. Jenny hadn't had a holiday that I knew of in the five years that she and Flip had lived in the next apartment, but that was why she called around.

"Tommy, you're driving to the coast on Thursday, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am," I replied, curious.

"Phillipa starts summer camp tomorrow," said Jenny. "If you'd let me come with you, my sister has invited me to stay for a few days. I'll help with gas and I can afford to come back on the Greyhound." She grimaced. "It's the only holiday I'm likely to get."

I knew Jenny didn't have a lot of money to spare and I certainly didn't mind the company. "Where does your sister live?" I asked.

"San Diego," said Jenny.

"Minor detour," I said. "Ride with me, and welcome." I had a sudden thought. "I'm planning to take two days," I said, "so you'll need motel money. That okay?"

She nodded, smiling in apparent relief. "No problems, I can just about afford it, as long as you don't go too up-market on me."

"No worries there," I laughed. "I'm going out to start work, so I don't have a lot of spare cash myself."

"I'll make us up a picnic lunch for Thursday, if you like?" said Jenny.

"I like," I said, "I know how good your food is!"

And that was how I started out to the coast with a good-looking woman ten years older than me. Jenny was fun to be with and we had found common tastes in music, books and the like, so that the day passed quickly. Our picnic lunch was great and it seemed no time at all before the sun was setting and we started looking for a motel.

We found one that looked clean, and where the prices were in our bracket. Jenny went in to the office while I got the car gassed up. When I came back Jenny got in and pointed to the far end of the lot.

"Number twenty-one," she said.

We drove along and I got the bags out. "Here we are, number twenty-one," I said, "which is mine?"

Jenny looked uncomfortable. "Tommy, don't be mad. It was cheaper to share. There are two beds. I asked."

I laughed. "I'm not mad, Jenny. Come on, let's get a shower then get something to eat." So. I was sharing a motel bedroom with a good-looking blonde. There are worse fates.

She was careful to close the bathroom door while she showered. So was I. I didn't want her to see me beating my meat. I don't know if it was just the thought of sharing the room with her, but my prick got awful stiff, and I just had to do something about it, didn't I? I came hard, and my fantasies were peopled with a slender blonde bearing a startling resemblance to Jenny.

We found a small diner that wasn't too full or too expensive and ten o'clock saw us back in the motel room. Jenny rummaged in her bag, then turned to me, looking uncomfortable.

"Tommy, I haven't brought anything to wear for bed." She flushed. "Can I borrow a t-shirt or something?" She smiled wryly. "I usually sleep naked at home and I hadn't reckoned on sharing a room. I guess I forgot when I booked us in."

I laughed. "We're two of a kind, Jenny! I'm OK, I'll just sleep in my boxers. Hang on, I'll see what I brought." I rummaged and dug out the longest t-shirt I could find. I handed it to Jenny. "Here, try this."

Jenny smiled. "Thanks, Tom." She grabbed the t-shirt and her toothbrush and disappeared into the bathroom. I switched off all of the lights except the individual lights over each bed and sprawled out waiting for my turn in the bathroom. Jenny didn't take long and came out carrying a bundle of clothes. My t-shirt came down to her upper thigh, so she was modestly enough covered, although her nipples made an interesting accent. She glanced down at herself and then smiled at me.

"Modesty retained, Tommy."

I grinned at her and made my own way into the bathroom. When I came out a few minutes later, Jenny was in bed and had switched off her light. I quickly shucked my own clothes, except my boxers, and slipped into my own bed. I switched off the remaining light. The room was dark but the lamp outside pushed a faint glow through the curtains.

"Goodnight, Jenny," I murmured.

"'Night, Tommy," she answered.

I lay in silence, thinking of Jenny. Nice woman, very nice. Blonde, good-looking, slender but unmistakably female. I wondered what she'd be like to make love to. I laughed to myself. Keep wondering. My prick had started to get hard and I eased it in my shorts, then brought my knee up to hide the tenting I was making of the bedclothes. I glanced across at Jenny. She lay unmoving, but I could see the gleam of her eye in the dim light. She surprised me when she spoke.

"What are you thinking about, Tommy?"

"Fucking you," I thought, and only realised when I heard her gasp that I had said it aloud. I sat up in hasty confusion. "Oh, shit," I said, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I er, um, oh hell." I was lost for words.

There was a silence which seemed to last forever, while I prayed for a hole to swallow me, then she spoke. "It's OK, Tommy, it's OK," she said quietly. She paused, then continued. "I think I would enjoy that, Tommy," she said, so quietly I couldn't believe my ears.

"I'm sorry?" I said stupidly.

"I'd like it if you fucked me," she said. She laughed softly. "It's been over a year since I had any sex. I'll understand if you don't want to," she added hastily.

"Not want to? Are you mad or something?" I asked, excited at the thought. Not want to? Hell, it was nearly three months since I'd had any myself, and Jenny was a lovely woman. "If you want me, Jenny, I would be honoured and delighted. Delighted to make love to you, not just fuck you."

She giggled. "As long as it includes the fucking," she said. She switched on her light and sat up in bed. She wriggled a little, then stripped off my t-shirt over her head. Her body was glorious in the lamplight, her breasts full, slightly pendulous, the nipples erect. She glanced across at me. "Your bed, or mine?"

In answer, I threw back my bedclothes and swung my legs out, then stood up and pulled down my boxers. My prick bounced out, well on its way to full erection. Jenny gasped.

"Oh, nice," she breathed. "I want it!"

I stepped out of my boxers, across the gap between the beds and sat down on the edge of hers. Jenny moved back to give me room and slithered down so that she was lying on her elbow, facing me. I slipped my arm around her as I swung my legs in and she relaxed in the circle of my arm.

"Just hold me for a moment, please, Tommy," she said softly, "it's been so long since I was held."

I hugged her to me, her head on my shoulder, smelling the sweet scent of her hair and the soap she'd used, then eased back and gently tilted her face up. She looked at me, her eyes flickering all over my face, then closed them slowly as I brought my lips to hers.

The kiss was gentle, almost timid, at first, as we learned the texture of each other's lips, but warmed as we held it. Her tongue slipped out and probed gently at mine. The kiss grew hotter until Jenny suddenly broke it, staring at me, then brought her lips back to mine in heated passion. My left arm was still around her and I brought my right hand up and stroked her cheek as we kissed, then ran it down her throat, gently, caressing her skin, letting my fingertips learn her contours.

I let my hand run out along her collarbone, stroking the hollow it made, then down her arm. I brought my hand back again and let it run gently down her breast, cupping its weight, avoiding the nipple for a moment, then I let my thumb brush gently over it, feeling its hardness, feeling Jenny gasp into our kiss. I played gently with her breast for a moment, then let my hand make the journey from one peak, down the slope, across the valley between, then up, up, to another peak.

Jenny broke the kiss again, shaking. "Suck them, Tommy," she whispered.

I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it. I let her feel my teeth, biting gently, very gently. Jenny shuddered, pressing my head against herself. I moved my head, licking her nipple, then licked my way from one nipple, across the cleft between her breasts and up the other tit to her other nipple, circling it with my tongue, then sucking it with my lips. I suckled for a moment, with Jenny murmuring endearments in my ear, then slid back slightly, letting my hand roam gently over the soft woman-curve of her belly.

I let my lips follow my hand, down across her belly, while my hand went on ahead to explore the springy-soft forest between her legs. I stroked her thighs, then slid my hand between her knees. She was still half lying on her side, but she eased herself onto her back and spread her legs, her hands stroking my head, her breathing quickening as my fingers moved toward her very centre. Gently, very gently, I parted her lower lips with my fingers.

Her smell came to me, that wonderful smell; that mixture of scented soap and superheated woman that arousal brings. I breathed deeply of her, then eased myself over so that I was between her legs. I glanced up at her. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing heavily, almost gasping. I lowered my head and extended my tongue, pushing gently between her swollen lips and in towards her core. I licked her essence, tasting her, then let my tongue flick over her clitoris, just peeping from its hood.

Jenny was ready, so very, very ready, and as my tongue flicked her clitoris she came, clamping my head between her thighs, a tight scream issuing from between her clenched teeth, her belly rippling. Her fingers were locked in my hair and I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I didn't. I licked at her again and she shuddered, gasping, tugging at me.

I moved up and eased my swollen prick towards her entrance. She took gentle hold and guided me into her. She was hot and wet and ready and there was little resistance as I buried myself. Jenny gasped as I bottomed, her hands clutching at me, her heels coming up to hook behind me, pulling me in, deeper, further.

I began to move. Short strokes at first, letting us both get used to me being inside her, then longer as her natural lubrication coated my hardness. She was tight around my prick, but yielding to my thrusts. Her fingers were restless on my back, fluttering, tightening as I bottomed, easing as I drew back. Her breathing was quick, almost gasping and her excitement was transferring itself to me. I lengthened my stroke, pulling back until I almost left her, then thrusting strongly back into her, deep, my balls slapping against her ass.

Her breathing changed, adjusting itself to our rhythm, inhaling as I pushed into her, breathing out as I drew back. Our rhythm quickened and I could feel the tension beginning to build in me, the glorious tension that goes before the ecstasy of orgasm inside a woman. Jenny was panting now, wordlessly at first then her gasps gradually took form as "Yes! Yes! Yes!" at each thrust of my rampant prick into her depths.

I was close now, very close, but I still had the wit to wonder if Jenny was safe. "Jenny," I managed to say, "I'm going to come soon, very soon now. Do you want me to pull out?"

She shook her head violently. "In me," she gasped, "come in me!"

And I came. Thrusting hard into Jenny's depths, my prick buried inside her as far as I was able, I came. Shaking, shuddering as my seed exploded into her, my trembling gradually easing as the orgasm eased, collapsing over Jenny who clutched me to herself.


Gradually, I stilled and eased myself back, still buried in Jenny, taking my weight on my elbows, gazing at her. Jenny's face was filmed with a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were closed and there was a beatific smile on her face. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, then kissed me lightly on the end of my nose.

"Thank you, Tommy," she said solemnly, then grinned at me. "That was fucking marvellous!"

I laughed. "It certainly was. For me too, Jenny." I looked at her. "You are probably the best fuck I ever had." Well, I was only twenty-two. I had only fucked four girls before Jenny. I had a sudden thought. "Are you sure you'll be OK? I mean, I didn't use protection."

Even in the relative dimness of the lamplight I could see her flush. "I put my diaphragm in when I got ready for bed," she said, avoiding my eyes. "I didn't know anything would happen. I guess I just hoped."

"I'm honoured," I said softly, "honoured that you wanted me."

She smiled at me. "I want you again, please, as soon as possible." She looked thoughtful. "When do you have to start work?"

"Monday," I replied. "Why?"

"Sally won't mind if you want to stay for a couple of nights. Carry on, Sunday. Will you stay, Tommy?" she asked breathlessly.

"Do I get to sleep with you tomorrow night and Saturday night?" I asked grinning.

"Yes, please," she replied, her smile lighting her face.

"I would love to."

"Good," she said with deep satisfaction. She grinned at me, then squeezed my shrinking prick with her cunt muscles. "Now, in the meantime, can this little fellow be persuaded to perform again?"

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Widow's Comfort



Lady Jane Claremore was traveling in her carriage when she saw him; he was young, in his early twenties perhaps and obviously from a poor family. Begging on the street corner, his head was still held high and proud - which of course meant that he wasn't doing very well - and he did have quite a lot of muscle on him. Admiring his form and the splendid features of his face, she wondered from what hovel this beautiful young man had crawled from - and why no one had picked him up yet! She had to admit that she was in a rather unusual position with her husband dead the past 15 years; at age 45 and a widow she had her money as well as her pick of men.

Not at all bad looking, the vestiges of her young beauty were obvious in the graceful lines of her face and the plump curves of her body. Of course her breasts sagged more than they had at a young age, and she was getting lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth... but she was still an attractive older woman. She was also a very sexually active older woman with a hungry taste for the prowess and stamina of younger men, particularly beautiful younger men.

Her latest young man, having just reached the age of 25, had been released with a pouch full of money and many good wishes from his former patron. Lady Jane was quite sure that he'd do well for himself, and after the past 4 years of good service they'd finally tired of each other. Well, she'd tired of him anyway, she wasn't sure whether or not he'd tired of her, but it didn't matter anyway. It was really her desires that directed the whole event.

"Stop!" she ordered her driver, turning to lean out the window with a gracious smile on her face, the curves of her bosom very visible as she spoke to the young man, "Hello there, my name is Lady Jane."

"Richie Worthing," said the young man, looking somewhat confused. He had no idea why this elegant carriage with its attractive - if older - occupant had stopped. Especially because she wasn't holding out any money - not that he'd gotten money often from a carriage as fine as this one. 

"How would you like to come and work in my household?" she asked, smiling genially.

"Excuse me?" the poor young man asked, looking extremely flabbergasted. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before... certainly no lady of any standing had even stopped to ask him for more than directions, much less give him a job offer.

"Come on in," she said, opening the carriage door, "We'll ride around the square and discuss details, if they're acceptable you can come home with me, if not then we'll drop you right back off here."

Her smile was kind and inviting... and was there something seductive in it? At any rate, Richie couldn't see what harm he might come to alone in a carriage with an older lady. If the carriage even started the leave the square he would definitely be able to overpower her long enough to jump out. 

"Hello Richie," she said as he settled himself, her eyes wandering over the muscles that were just barely visible under his clothes, "So how old are you?"

"Twenty-two, my Lady." he said quietly, looking at the luxurious interior of the carriage. 

Lady Jane smiled, brazenly she outlined exactly what she needed a young man for. Richie felt quite faint... and rather unsure of himself. He had fooled around females his own age and station of course, even tumbled one or two of the maids at the inn, but he had never been propositioned by someone like Lady Jane. However his nervousness though, she was offering him new clothes, a place to live, pocket money, food... everything a young man in his position could possibly need. While he'd never considered fooling around with an older woman, could it really be that bad? Some of the men that he'd talked to on the street had said that older was better, more experienced and willing to do different acts that some of the younger girls thought they were above.

The promise that he would be taken care of, not only while he was with her but afterwards too, was too much to pass up. 

"Good," she said smiling, Richie gulped as she began to undo the laces at the top of her dress, pale breasts spilling out, topped with rosy nipples. "Now come over here," she purred.

Richie knelt in front of her, although some of the blue veins were visible in her breasts, they were still round and plump, the hard nipples enticing. Leaning forward he began to mouth one of the nipples as she moaned; his efforts became more vigorous and he reached up with one hand to begin caressing her other breast. Lady Jane encouraged this with more moans, running her hands over his hair. Deftly she began unlacing his breeches, reaching in to feel the length and breadth of her newest young man... she moaned as she could barely fit her hand around his width. Although not the longest young man she'd ever had, he was probably one of the widest... not counting that young man she'd found abroad on the continent last year of course.

Smiling languidly she began to stroke his member as he groaned and suckled at her breasts. The carriage was leaving the city and heading back to her manor, the bumpy road creating a vibrating pleasure for her. Pressing Richie away from her breasts, Lady Jane lifted up her skirts - she was wearing petticoats, but nothing else beneath them.

"Have you ever used your mouth on a woman?" she asked, her legs spreading before him. Richie's eyes were locked onto her creamy thighs and the pink pussy that was peeking out between them.

"A couple times," he said, "but not very often."

"Well, you'll get plenty of practice with me," she informed him, pulling his shirt to bring him down between her thighs. She moaned as his lips crept up her leg and to her pussy, his tongue making soft circles on her flesh before it delved into the rich nectar that was collecting at her center. 

It was hot beneath her skirt, but Richie was also turned on by the fact that she was having him perform such a deviant behavior as they rode down the road. Licking at her wet slit, his nose was filled with the scent of her musk, he started to lick harder, nibbling on her pussy lips and sucking them into his mouth. Lady Jane moaned and humped at his questing mouth, feeling his tongue pressing against her hole. Letting go of her skirts she began to caress her own breasts, playing with her nipples and tugging on the rosy buds. Pleasure spurted through from her nipples to her pussy where Richie was insistently licking... oh how she'd missed having a young man, even though she'd only been without for a week. 

His teeth closed over her clit and she cried out her passion, her fingers pinching down hard on her nipples as she came. Richie lapped at her juices as she writhed with orgasm on the seat in front of him, her face flushed with ecstacy.

Richie's face was flushed too when he came out from under her skirts, the heat beneath there and his own arousal causing his face to redden. Lady Jane smiled at him seductively, her voice was husky as she said, "Lie down..."

The carriage was big enough that he was able to lie on the floor, and as he marveled at the comfort of the carpeted surface beneath him, he realized that she must have had it specially made. The evident lengths to which the Lady went to for her pleasures both astounded and excited him, she was so much more demanding and controlling than any other woman he'd ever been with. Looking at her he saw in her face both lust and experience... so she older, he was starting to find that more exciting than anything else. Already she was introducing him to new wonders and pleasures, her pussy sliding down his shaft as the carriage bumped and rolled along.

The motion of their ride only increased the erotic quality as she began riding him steadily... both of them were still fully clothed - and he realized that it only made sense to be since they'd be at her estate eventually. Lady Jane moaned happily as his thickness split open her pussy, her muscles clamping down on him in an experienced massage. Richie gasped as her pussy convulsed and rippled, doing things to his dick that he'd never felt before... she rubbed against his crotch, making his balls ache.

Her breasts were still out in the open, bobbling outside of her dress as she went up and down on him, her face ecstatic. Reaching backwards, she managed to get her hands under the many layers of skirts to his balls, squeezing them and tugging them gently away from his body as she ground down on his shaft. Richie moaned and his hands went to her waist, holding her down against him... both the view and the sensations were fantastic. She seemed to know exactly where to touch him - and how - in order to elicit the most exciting responses. 

The carriage began to bump and vibrate continuously and Richie realized that they were on a stone road.

"We're almost home!" Lady Jane gasped, her face ecstatic with the erratic thrusts and vibrations that the carriage caused. Richie realized that the stone road was hers, and he wondered if she had put it in just for this reason... but he didn't have to much time to wonder as her efforts on top of him increased and his gripped her waist even harder. 

Riding him fast and hard, she plunged his dick in and out of her body, joyously crying out as she shivered on top of him. Although he wanted to hold out, the intense feelings of her hand squeezing and tugging on his balls while she buried his dick in her elastic and convulsing pussy was too much. He came, just before she did, groaning as his seed shot up into her body; her pussy clamped down on him as he did so, her entire body tightening above him. Throwing her head back Lady Jane screamed her erotic pleasure, her crotch rubbing tightly against his and stimulating her pussy so that her orgasm continued.

Gasping, Richie's dick was trapped in her orgasmic pussy and the sensations of his orgasm continued even though he didn't have any more cum left to send into her. Instead he was left thrashing beneath her as his dick continued to be massaged and squeezed, giving him the sensation of an unending orgasm that went on for as long as hers did. When she finally relaxed on top of him, he gasped with both relief and disappointment.

A moment later the carriage rolled to a stop. 

Lady Jane smiled, "We're here," she began lacing up her dress over her bosom as she pulled herself off of him, "Make yourself presentable - although it's not as if the others won't know what we've been doing." her laugh was light and merry.

Richie hastily re-laced his breeches, covering his sticky groin that was coated in both of their juices. He followed her out and looked at the large and elegant house in front of him, and the surprisingly erotic and sensual woman that was walking towards it.

For a chance at a new life, he didn't think he could have picked a better route. 



Widows of the Prince



They say you can't pick who you love. I picked Auggie not out of love but because he was a sweet, hungry, and willing bottom when we were both students at Stanford. It didn't mean much to me at the time that his full name was Prince August Maximilian Ormandy. No did I take into account that before we graduated from Stanford he'd rise to be monarch of a postage stamp-sized princedom on the Mediterranean that maintained its independence by hosting a world-famous gambling casino, being a tax haven for professional athletes, and providing a flag-of-convenience home for questionable-activities shipping vessels. 

When I let Auggie take me home to his Mediterranean paradise with him, I continued to call him Auggie in private, but I soon learned to call him My Prince in public.

That didn't mean that he was in any way "my prince" when I had him writhing under me with my hard dick working his channel.

It did mean, however, that I had to carefully remain in the background, ever mindful of a Byzantine political game of chess that would have impressed Machiavelli and the Borgias. I had done far better at Stanford than Auggie had and came out of college with far better prospects—if you didn't take into account that he was the potentate of a square mile of pure gold and had nothing to prove by doing well in college. 

The reality was that most everyone in my new home thought of me as Prince August's valet. Only his closest associates knew of me also as the close friend and confidante that he liked to have near him, and although even a few of them suspected that in private, behind locked doors, I fucked the shit out of him and he delighted in that, they didn't voice it in more than whispers among themselves. His wasn't a lese majesty type of princedom, but he paid so well that no one wanted him to fire them.

The valet cover—not really a cover, as I had to perform the function—helped explain why my bedroom was connected to his. This continued even after he had married, as tradition demanded he do, to the woman his father had picked out for him in a negotiated deal for money before the man had breathed his last.

Madeleine was a Hapsburg from the industrial northern German city of Hamburg. If I were to be asked to show an image of an ice maiden, I would flash a photo of Nordic blonde Madeleine—all very nice tits and ass; long, long legs; and cold, cold blue-eyed stare. She came with attitude, a discerning suspicion of my place in the scheme of things, and two thugs to guard and be totally devoted to her. That both were fucking her, sometimes as a threesome, taking her together, was something I made it my business to verify.

I didn't tell Auggie of this, though. He either already knew it and didn't care or he didn't know it and didn't care.

I held my own with Auggie—being his only functional spouse—through the night after the wedding. Madeleine conceded the position voluntarily on the wedding night, helped by the convoluted wedding ceremony customs of the princedom, which I observed from the fourth-row position from where the line of "staff" started. 

The full-day ritual left both bride and groom exhausted, and Madeleine begged off the nuptial bed until both were more "up" for it. The prince agreed, and as they maintained separate bedroom suites, Madeleine retired to her room, and I shut and locked the doors of the master bedroom suite to the world, while the prince lay, exhausted at the foot of the massive, gilded, four-poster bed, still wearing all of his wedding finery.

As I undressed the Mediterranean-dark, handsome young man of androgynous beauty and slight and trim stature, I was functioning as the valet of the prince. When I took his cock in my mouth and gave him suck, he was My Prince. But when I crouched over him, lifted his right leg to my shoulder, slid my thick cock inside a channel that had been well-reamed by my specifications, and started to pump to the sounds of his groans and moans, I was the master and he was my bride. 

Symbolically and atypically, I wasn't sheathed with a condom. This was Auggie's wedding night. I was not ready yet to cede my position as his lord and master in the bedroom. I seeded him, my bride, twice in the night before withdrawing to my own small chamber connected to his.

Madeleine's chamber also was connected to his, but I had made sure that door was locked. But I made no attempt to stifle Auggie's groans and small cries as I fucked him hard and deep. I wanted Madeleine to hear and know.

She was to make no overt indication that she knew the lay of the land. She also knew her purpose, as did Auggie. The prince's primary responsibility was perpetuation of the line. As a Hapsburg Madeleine understood this well too. On the third night after their wedding, she opened her chamber door and her legs to the prince, who did his duty, knowing that it was his duty. Within weeks Madeleine was pregnant and less than a year after the marriage, she had provided the prince with a male heir, Maximilian Gregor.

The struggle for ascendance over the prince between Madeleine and me continued for a year and got nasty—at least on Madeleine's part. I had to watch what I ate and I had to be careful not to be alone with Madeleine's two thugs. Unfortunately, I didn't watch what I drank enough. The pressure got to me, but rather than withdraw—there really wasn't any reason I could give that I clung to Auggie—and on too many nights I drank so much that I couldn't control myself.

That's when Madeleine changed her tactics drastically. We were alone. I was three quarters to the wind in my cups and she was all tits and ass enticement. When she produced a second child for the prince, a girl, Marta, the child had distinctively red hair—nothing like either Auggie's Mediterranean looks or Madeleine's Nordic ones. But very much like my own Irish heritage. Madeleine didn't let me forget the circumstances and held over my head the threat of telling August. It was petty, yes, but I could well understand that her frustration would lead to seeking some form of revenge.

So, I told Auggie myself that in a drunken stupor I had fucked Madeleine, stressing the circumstance of what naturally happens when a man has two spouses. What I left out was that it had been more than just the once and that chances were good that his daughter was actually mine. Auggie chose me, which was the beginning of the descent of Madeleine, but also, I fear the beginning of the end for Auggie—and for me.

Auggie spent less and less time in Madeleine's bed chamber and more and more time with the door from his chamber to hers locked. I now had him in bed every night. He had produced an heir and spare for the princedom. He considered his responsibilities in that realm fulfilled. I can't say how exhilarated I was that he turned from her back to me. 

At the time I didn't analyze that, though, and give it full value. It only was after he was dead that I realized the challenge he had faced and the choice he had made—and why I had stuck around through thick and thin. During that time we enjoyed a companionship that was much the same as would be found in a strong marriage. He could always escape the demands of his monarchy with me for a taste of normalcy, or he could count on me being an unbiased sounding board. I would have been honest and forthcoming even about Madeleine, who had had no say in either the marriage or having found that Auggie had an avenue of release and companionship before she even came into the picture. To Auggie's credit, though, he never used me to stoke a dislike or resentment of her. 

The breaking point was when Madeleine found Auggie and me "going at it" herself, something she had avoided actually seeing and thus that she heretofore could deny.

We were in the cabana by the pool at the palace. I had Auggie on all fours on a lounge bed and was hunched over him and mining his ass deep when I saw the door of the cabana open. Madeleine stood there in the doorway for the longest moment, not saying anything, just staring at us with those washed-out blue ice-maiden eyes. I saw her eyes narrow and an expression of disgust float across her face. Then she was gone.

The next day we were in Switzerland, skiing. As a mere valet, I was some distance behind Auggie and Madeleine when they raced down the slope. I had no idea where her goons were, but when I got to the scene of the "accident," where Prince August had veered off the course and into the trees, smashing his body against one, Madeleine and both of her thugs were there, bent over his body.

Madeleine was a widow—and the regent of the princedom on behalf of her two-year-old son. I was a widow too. But one without status or place—or recognition by anyone now alive.

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I wasn't even invited to the funeral. A widow of the deceased—his chosen widow, I had to believe—and there was no place for me in the church. I watched the caisson pass from the third row back on the street, two blocks from the church.

Now, I've come back to the palace to pack. I fully understand that, in the battle of the widows, I have lost. At least I can go back into my world and make a new start.

But why do I feel so sad, wasted . . . and empty?

Perhaps because for me it wasn't really a game for ascendance, but was a battle for my chosen life—and life mate.

I hear them at the door. They haven't bothered to knock. They've just pushed the door open and are standing there—Madeleine's thugs.

I drop the shirt I'd just folded on the bed next to the suitcase. I'm not going to need my suitcase. I can see it in their eyes.

"Time to go," says one.

I sigh, all of the fight out of me. They say that you don't choose the one you love. That is true with me. I thought I had chosen Auggie because he was a sweet, hungry, and willing lay. Why didn't I know until now that it was for love—and that with him gone now, I didn't really give a shit what happened to me? A widow's surrender.



Widow's Windows



"Mum showed us yer war medals an' the Military Medal for 'gallantry', las' week, Dad," 11-year-old Art says as the pair walk to the next job, "next munf it'll be twenty years since The Great War started in 1914."

"She should've asked me before she dug out my medals, Art. Although," Roger Bird replies, "I'd almost forgotten about them."

"Sorry, Dad, I never meant to upset yer."

"Art, you're old enough now to know about that awful war, it could all happen with Germany again. They're preparing for another war, while we dither."

"The MM medal reads 'for gallantry', Dad. Does that mean bravery?"

Roger shoulders his ladder, carrying his bucket of soapy water. 

"Depends on what you call bravery, sometimes you don't have any choice. The citation says I erected a machine gun under enemy fire and gas attack, and therefore helping our advance. I was the only surviving NCO from my section, I was in charge so I get the medal. The Company Captain, William Baird, saw the action from the flank but was helpless to provide covering fire as we were in the way. My lieutenant received the Military Cross, posthumously." 

"Post-um-?"

"He died."

Bird recalled the events of September 1915.

[*** I remember the mud, the blood, holding my stricken Lieutenant to my breast. 

"I'm dying Roger," he said, coughing up black bile. "Look after Eveline and the boy for me?"

"Yes, sir." I promised.

From that point my worthless life had some purpose. I held on as bullets rocked us. I'd saved his life once, now and foe evermore he was saving mine.***]

Art swings his bucket of clean rinsing water and, clutching his bundle of chamois leathers, follows. His window cleaner father stops, checking his notebook, then crosses the quiet suburban street. Art follows.

"A certain house down here needs cleaning today, son, and we'll talk there." 

A large detached house with a glimpse of an orangery loomed ahead. They sparked in the summer sunshine. They didn't look as though they needed doing yet.

"This is it, Art," Bird says.

"Lots o' winders," Art laughs, "an 'arf-a-crowner this one, I bet!" 

He'd been learning the ropes since school broke up two weeks ago. He would probably join his Dad's business and take over one of the rounds in a couple of years. In his enthusiasm to hear his Dad's story, he runs ahead and turns up the front path. 

A tall, slim young man wearing cricketing whites emerges from the front door, smiling at the eager youngster. "Hallo, son, what's all the hurry?"

"Sorry Sir," Art stutters, looking behind to see where his Dad is. The tip of the ladder can be seen bobbing along behind the tall front hedge. "I'm 'elping' me Dad, he's yer winder-cleaner."

"Of course," the smiling man nods, holding out a hand, "I'm Rodge."

"Arthur Bird, Sir." The boy tentatively shakes hands. Gentlemen do not normally shakes urchins' hands.

"Pleasure to meet you, young man. Are you taking over the round from your father? He's cleaned our windows for as long as I can remember."

"No, Sir, jus' fer the school 'olidays. You playin' cricket today?" 

"Yes, we're a game against the Gasworks Offices' team this afternoon. You play cricket, Arthur?"

"Yes Sir, at school, an' I plays up the Rec wiv me mates before tea."

Rodge plucks a shiny red ball from his bag, tossing it to Art, who maintains his grip on his bucket; though releasing the leathers, he neatly catches the ball one-handed.

"Safe hands in the field, Arthur," Rodge laughs, "do you bat or bowl?"

"Bofe! Bowlin's me best though, medium off-breaks. Bin workin' on me speed but we ain't got no nets dahn the Rec."

"Yes, you need nets and plenty of balls too, so you can build up a nice rhythm. Ah, Mr Bird," Rodge addresses the newly-arrived window cleaner, "Arthur's been regaling me with his bowling prowess. I'm considering drafting him into my team."

Bird laughs, "Yes, Mister Roger, Art's pretty useful. He hasn't any proper kit, mind, 'though I have knitted him a cream sweater."

"You did?" Rodge enquired, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I learned to knit when stationed in India for seven years. Good way of keeping idle hands busy."

"Interesting, Mr Bird, we must talk about your military service some time. I suppose we'll all be in the Army soon. Well, I must be off. I've net practice tomorrow, Art, if you'd like to come along and lob a few balls at me."

Art grins, tossing Rodge's ball back, and looks to his Dad. 

Bird nods, "He's free, I'll bring him here, say same time tomorrow?"

"Excellent! Right-oh then, bye, see you both then."

[*** "Why'd you join up, Sergeant?" Lieutenant Arthur Edrich asked, calming down after the shock of facing death and seeing the Oberleutnant drop dead on the end of my bayonet. 

"Over a woman, Sir," I laughed.

"Ah." Lieutenant Edrich was thoughtful. He owed me his life and we were alone in his bunker office. "I noticed you ignore the village girls that, er, are available."

"Yes, Sir, a bit too close to home for me."

"Ah, I see. Well, er, I ... joined over a ... man ... a teacher at school ... who abused and confused me." 

I'd known men in the Army that had a "certain preference", the worst of them praying on weak men. When discovered, whether they were instigators or victims, their lives became nightmares. It took a leap of bravery ... or innocence, by the Lieutenant, to own up to such abuse to someone like me, a labourer from the ranks. 

Trust and honesty, sharing private thoughts; two men, with different experiences, from completely different worlds. There were lines in the sand and they had been crossed.

"My 'woman' nightmare was my mother, Sir. It's a long story." ***]

As they wash the windows, Bird tells Art about Flanders and Loos, where he won his MM, the Military Medal. They can't stop working to talk, it's hot and sunny, perfect weather for cleaning windows.

"Art, there's no glory in war, just mud, blood and pain; death follows hot lead, cold steel, or bare hands if you have to; it's kill or be killed. People die, friends die." 

A tear momentarily beads in one eye, which he rubs away with the back of his hand, as private thoughts haunt him.

[*** "Eveline's pregnant!" Edrich spluttered, his face pale, even by the flickering lantern light.

I was in his bunker, reporting on the nightly patrol, when the post arrived. Everything stops when post from home comes. I never got any as no-one knew where I was or even if I was still alive. I'd not been home in the eight years since I left and four more years were to pass before I saw my four sisters again. 

Lieutenant Edrich appealed for a break from my report with the eagerness of a puppy dog, as soon as that letter was thrust into his hand. I nodded with a grin and started boiling up a can of water on his stove for a brew while he read his pages, until his exclamation about his wife's condition.

In an earlier conversation he had told me about Eveline. She was four years younger than him, a pretty girl who had always lived next door and long had a crush on him. She begged him that he marry her before he left for the Front and, after he received his Commission, he relented. They were both virgins, with little idea what they were doing in the week before he embarked to Flanders.

"Congratulations, Sir," I said, "Have you got a date when the baby's due?"

"Er ..." he read down further, "First September. Bloody hell, me a father, that's a joke!"

"You'll be fine, Sir," I said, "You're already 'father' to thirty blokes and NCOs."

"So, Sergeant, you saying that you'll come home to help me look after this mewling sprog after the war?"

"Haha, the men with families reckon being a father's easy as fallin' off a log."

"So, why're you not married with a crowd of kids then, Sergeant?" Edrich asked, "I notice whenever we are billeted you steer well clear of the women who make themselves, shall we say ... available. So, do you also have a wife at home?"

"No wife, I can't trust any woman."

"Women-trouble, eh?" Edrich laughed uncertainly, "I remember you mentioning your mother, did she object to your choice of mate?"

"Not exactly, after my old man died, she ... shall we say ... made herself available ... and I found that I was unable to live with that." ***]

"We advanced," Bird continues, "behind enemy lines into open ground approaching Bois Hugo Chalk Pit, which was our particular objective. Along our right flank, protected by trees and uncut wire, several enemy machine guns sprayed us with deadly crossfire. We were hampered by gas in the hollows where we dug shallow trenches for shelter."

"Did many die, Dad?" Art asks.

"Yes, all but three of my platoon, officer, two NCOs and 28 men. My Company were hit first. Our Sergeant fell instantly dead, my Lieutenant Edrich was badly wounded. We dived to the ground but were affected by the gas, which was heavier than air. We were coughing, eyes streaming, while trying to set up our Lewis guns. Bullets flew over, around and between us."

"Must've bin fright'nin', huh, Dad?"

"Terrifying, Art. Fright keeps you alive, though. It's the 'brave', 'scared witless' and plain 'unlucky' that gets killed first; those with a healthy regard for life live longer. You make the most of cover. We had none, so desperately we started digging in."

[*** Lieutenant Edrich rejoined the regiment after a month's compassionate leave, his wife Eveline had given premature birth to their son in early August. I welcomed him at the station with a C Company escort.

He was still the same lean fresh-faced 22-year-old, Lieutenant I had known since he transferred from the 2nd Battalion in January. I was a 35-year-old veteran with ten years' Indian service and 12 months in Flanders under my belt. 

We'd formed a bond of friendship, eight months earlier, on our first patrol, when Edrich encountered a lone Enemy officer in No Man's Land. The German Oberleutnant must've been lost in the mist. The enemy drew his Luger first, before I bayonetted him up through the chin, killing him instantly. 

As his Sergeant, Edrich and I spoke often during our time served, becoming friends, as far as officers and men could be, separated by class, rank and education. As an accountant in his father's firm, he taught me bookkeeping to help my business, coached my penmanship, and gifted me his dictionary, improving my civilian options at war end.

Lieutenant Edrich stepped down from his Premiere Classe carriage. I noticed his extra shoulder pip, promoted to First Lieutenant.

"Hallo, Sergeant-" he started.

I pointed to the single stripe on my sleeve.

"Ah, Lance-Corporal Bird," Edrich laughed, "Fighting? Drinking?"

"Never touch a drop, Sir," I said, shielding my grin from the escort, "Simply relaxin' a few mouthy insomniacs; can't beat the advantages of catching forty winks during these nightlong bombardments."

"'Insomniacs' eh? Long word for a busted Corporal," Edrich said, lifting one eyebrow.

"Been readin' yer dictshunry, Sir."

"Clearly," he laughed, "well, lead off ... Corporal." ***]

"Weeks before the battle, Art, we left the front line in the dark, bivouacking in tumbledown houses in Vermelles. We moved further from the Front, rested and drilled, before collecting Lieutenant Edrich plus new troops to bring us back up to Battalion strength. After Sunday service the Bartonshire Regiment march-"

"That's the regiment name on your cap badge," Art interrupts.

"Yes, the 1st Battalion arrived in France on August 13th 1914, just nine days after war was declared, and only weeks at home after spending seven years in India. A year later, in September 1915 we were billeted at Burbure, before marching through the night in heavy rain for six hours to bivouac in railway cuttings at two in the morning. We spent the next day practicing attacks.

"The weather forecast was fine with little wind, favourable for gas attack on the German lines. The overnight and early morning shell bombardment hardly touched the defensive redoubts and failed to cut the barbed wire.

"Supporting our advance were the Rifles and Sussex on either side of us, with the Lancashires in reserve. There were 10 battalions in our section of the attack.

"The gas was turned on before 6, with shelling switched to the enemy's rear trenches. Because of the light wind, though, the gas hung around our own lines, the Rifles and our A Company were badly gassed."

"We gassed our own soldiers?" Art was incredulous.

"Yes, it didn't blow towards the enemy as intended, it just hung about in our front trenches. The gas delayed the advance of us and the Rifles for about three hours, although the Sussex were able to move forward alone. When we reached the wire, we found it was uncut by the shelling and was difficult to get through. The Enemy had plenty of time to get ready for our push. We were caught like fish in a barrel."

"Didn't you have no wire-cutters, Dad?" 

"Each Company had a couple o' sets. C Company were caught in open ground under heavy machine gun fire, with yards of wire between us and the Enemy. Unable to go forward we took heavy casualties. Lieutenant Edrich was mortally wounded and, with the Sarge dead and the Corporal gut-shot and out of it, I was the NCO in charge. We couldn't survive long enough out in the open to cut the wire, so we dug in under withering fire, for over two hours. The Sussex were also tied down but were well dug in as they got there before the Enemy. Once our Lewis guns were set up, though, we were able to return fire and eventually drove the enemy off."

[*** "I visited your mother," Edrich coughed, his face pale but bubbles of blood on his lips, "while on leave."

"I know, you left her my new name and BFPO address. My sister wrote to me."

"Your mother wouldn't talk to me, but Eveline persuaded her to open up; taking the baby along with us broke the ice. She desperately wanted to see you, but she's dying, consumption."

"Hetty explained to me," I said, "that Mum was a workin' prostitute when she first met me Dad. Me Grandfather encouraged Aunt Rose an' Mum to help the family income, they were a large poor family. Dad was well aware of what she was and he took her away from that part of her life. Tragically, the three young children she bore out of wedlock, had already died of typhus in the Workhouse. She was a good wife an' Mum to me four sisters and me until Dad died, worn out by a lifetime of hard work, then Mum relapsed to her old habits. That was before they started payin' out the national pensions. I couldn't live with the life I thought she was leading, so I left home, joined up."

"I dreaded coming back here," Edrich coughed again, "wondering what my men would say of me, Captain Baird made it clear before I left that he had friends that knew of me and Mr Carruthers at my old school."

"Nothing would have been said, Sir, the lessons in Company 'tolerance' cost me two stripes for 'self-inflicted injuries', while the Captain didn't have the same requirement to make muster, he could declare himself sick without reporting to sick bay." ***] 

"Elsewhere Loos and Hulluch were captured, taking 300 prisoners. With the Gloucestershires now on our right flank, Companies A and B moved up with us, leaving D Company in support. We made it over the Loos-Hulluch road, up to the chalk pit without further opposition as night fell. We dug in at Bois Hugo, our advance being 2 miles in 15 hours. We had a very wet night and, without our greatcoats, suffered hardship in cold wet mud, no hot food or drink, with continuous shelling and sniping."

"Didn't you have your greatcoats with you, Dad?"

"Can't charge in greatcoats, Art, and the forecast had been for fine summer weather, but they were wrong. At first light we repulsed an Enemy attack, before being relieved by the Lancashires, who occupied and improved our shallow trenches. We suffered more casualties under fire as we retired. Later we heard the news that Buis Hugo, the chalk pit and Hill 70 were lost to a counterattack. The Bartonshires lost 10 of our 24 officers and nearly 300 of 1000 other ranks, over a third of the Battalion, all for nothing."

Art went as pale as a brand-new chamois leather.

[*** Only three men advanced from those shallow trenches, to join up with the rest of C Company, under Captain Baird. I saw that two injured men were stretchered back to First Aid, but neither made it, I found out later.

I stripped the Lieutenant of his few personal effects, to be returned to his family. I still had my duty to do, and left his body behind, as he would have expected. ***]

"Lieutenant Edrich and my friends were never found, Art. They have no known grave, buried in the mud where they fell, or maybe dragged off by the Enemy and dropped into a mass grave somewhere. We lost 60,000 men in those two days and a third of 'em still have no known grave. That officer, my friend, taught me bookkeeping, to read poetry, and gave me his dictionary. All that's left of his is a name on a war memorial. At the end, before he slipped away, we both declared our undying love for the women in our lives. For me, I regretted leaving my mother in anger, the grandmother you never knew and I never saw again, because she died during that winter; while the Lieutenant realised he really loved his reluctant wife, Eveline, and the boy they had together."

[*** "If you distrust women so much" Edrich smiled, having folded his wife's letter, "you'll have to marry a saint or maybe a nun!"

"Per'aps I will, Sir." I grinned back. ***]

"Blimey, Dad, was you wounded as well?"

"No, Art, that day I never had a scratch on me, other than the burning to my lungs from the gas. We had gas masks but they were useless and you couldn't run and draw breath at the same time in them. We couldn't put them on until after we had dug in and set up the Lewis guns, by that time there were only three of us left unscathed and you need two men to fire each gun."

"It must have been horrific, Dad."

"It was a nightmare, Art. We were up to our knees in mud, stained red with the blood from people we had talked to for years in some cases, or merely days in the newcomers. All were men we had eaten with, slept next to, trained and fought the enemy side by side. And we still have to live with those memories. Not just on those two days but all the way through that terrible war. The whole four years we would march a day or two to get to the Front, spend five days or a week fighting the Enemy or sheltering from shellfire. Then relieved, we would march one or two days away to somewhere quiet and spend a week drilling, drafting in new troops to make up the numbers, then back to the Front."

"Still, you survived, Dad," Art says, "but you never saw your Mum, my grandma, again?"

"No, but your Aunt Hetty wrote and told me that Mrs Edrich had kindly helped make my Mum comfortable during her last few days-"

From the back door an elegant, attractive woman emerges, carrying a tray of tea and a glass of lemonade, "Refreshments gentlemen, you both deserve a break. It's so hot out here today."

"Gosh, thanks, Missus!" Art says.

"I didn't realise you were at home, Ma'am." Bird says quietly, "I hope you didn't hear too much of my nons-"

"I did, Mr Bird, but not to concern yourself. I believe ... I now realise that I am in your debt."

"No, Ma'am, just the usual shilling for the windows."

"Here, young Art, I have a tip for you," she says to the boy, "don't spend it all at once on sweets."

"Gosh, Ma'am, 'arf a crown!" the boy cries, biting the coin, as he had seen others do, before stuffing it into his pocket. Then he was rubbing his leather on some imaginary stain on the French windows before helping himself to lemonade and a biscuit.

She turns and presses a bob into Bird's palm. 

"My late husband left me well provided for, so I can afford to pay you for what the job's really worth, Mr Bird, and I am sure now that it should be a lot more than 'just a shilling'," she says, a tear escaping to run down her cheek. She continues, dropping her voice to a whisper. "Arthur was a wonderful man, who I loved very much, still love with all my heart, Mr Bird ... may I call you Roger?"




Widow's Windows



"Er, yes, of course, but I can afford to take a lot less than a shilling, I don't clean your windows for the money," Bird too, whispers back, tears in his eyes, though he tries his hardest to smile too, "And for me, Mrs Edrich ... Eveline ... Lieutenant Edrich was a fine man, I was fond of your Arthur, too."

Eveline blinks back her tears and squeezes Bird's hand, still holding the shilling.

"Arthur spoke of you often, while he was home. We had no secrets from each other. He told me how you saved his life, but the letter from his Captain never disclosed how he died or who comforted his last few hours." Eveline lifts her voice, adding in as cheerful a tone as she can, observing the boy tucking into a custard cream biscuit, "A fine boy, you have there, Roger. Were you able to find and marry your saint? Or was she a nun from the convent?" she manages a weak smile.

"Firstly, I must say that, for a long time I have considered your Roger a fine young man, a gentleman. His father would be so proud of him, and of you too for his upbringing," Bird replies, with a smile, glad the subject was moving from the sad past to a more pleasant present day one.

"Thank you," Eveline smiles.

"As for your questions about Art's mother, the answer is neither, Eveline. Well, not exactly anyway," Bird chuckles, "Immediately after demob I did go especially go out of my way to wash the kitchen windows at the St Margaret Convent in the High Street. There I met my wife Mary. She was orphaned at five years old and had spent fifteen years in various convents and ended up working as a kitchen skivvy. She was a sweet and innocent girl, almost twenty years younger than me. I count myself very lucky. As mother to Art, his two brothers and two sisters, as well as being my better half, I suppose you could say that I married an angel."

"I'm pleased for you, Roger. Now, you must bring your family over for Sunday tea, I'd like to get to know them, as friends. After all, I've known you for such a long time Roger, fifteen years or so, without really knowing you as well as I should. Arthur would have invited you over long ago and often, if he'd known you were watching over us, and I feel I've rather let the side down. So, say you'll come, Roger, please."

"Yes, Eveline, we will come."

The End.