2 comments/ 18552 views/ 1 favorites The Golf Widow By: TheChameleon Here I was, 5 months before my 55 birthday. As far as love, sex and women, I thought I had most of the bases covered, seen it all, or at least what society says we should have seen. You know the old myths, a man reaches his sexual peak in his late teens, and how a woman hits her stride in her thirties, yada yada yada. I was about to learn the lesson of my life. For all of those that think a woman loses her sex appeal, her sensuality or her sex drive as she ages, you do not know a lot about women. You see Lynn was about to turn 62, been widowed for about 5 years, and craved sex and intimacy now, more than ever. Lynn had been married to her high school sweetheart, and they had had by all accounts a great marriage, and it wasn't until I met her and we became friends and confidantes, that I discovered that you can be married and have not only a great sex life, but a extremely satisfying one, one that include things that your family and neighbours would never have expected. I was just coming out of a 30 year marriage, one in which we married too young and really did try to make it work, it just was not meant to be. I had met her at the golf course where I was a member, and we had gotten paired up one Saturday morning along with another couple to complete the foursome, that neither of us had met before. She was about 5'5" 140lbs, hair, piercing greenish eyes that danced with vitality, silverish hair, showing off her beautiful tits with a top that showed just enough cleavage, and skirt that let all admire her legs. One would not have guessed her age over 50. She had definitely kept herself in great shape. I was having trouble not staring or even hiding the bulge she was creating in my slacks. When she looked down and seen my obvious distress, she smiled ever so coyishly. She knew what she had caused and she was enjoying it. By the fifth hole, we were laughing, flirting and being downright childish. She was making me feel alive. I had not felt this young since I was in my twenties. As I went into the bushes to look for my golf ball, she followed me in, and to my surprised, stuck the shaft of one of her clubs between my legs, causing us both to laugh. As we continued on through the match, I took a chance and made her reach up to high five me causing her tits to bounce. She knew exactly why and why I was doing it, and did not seem to mind one bit. I bought her a drink at the concession after the ninth hole, and we continued on our way. By now, the flirting had advanced where I was feeling fairly comfortable and confident that Lynn loved a good risqué type time. When the other couple was out of hearing range, I teased her about squeezing those melons of hers, and she smiled and said that they felt even better than they looked. That was all I need to hear, and I reached out and grabbed one. She might have been older, but her tits felt awesome to the touch, and her nipples rose to the occasion, seeking even more attention from me. The round of golf could not have ended soon enough for this guy, and as soon as it was, we headed for the clubhouse lounge. After we had the customary drink with the other couple, Lynn suggested going to her house for supper. Hell, who was I to refuse a dinner with a gorgeous older woman. I followed her across town to a beautiful house in a more established neighbourhood. Lynn offered me a rum and coke, which I graciously accepted and we sat on the couch making small talk. Her knees tucked under her legs, allowing me a glimpse of her black panties, making me want even more. I was sure I could see a wet patch forming on them, and her smile let me know I had been busted. She asked me if I liked what I had seen, and I eagerly replied, how could I not. She told me that a lot of men prefer younger woman, and I added that they would be fools then, that mature women had even more to offer a real man. I told her that I had always been attracted to women, particularly women older than myself, and this was just part of the natural progression. Lynn smiled, leaned forward and kissed me ever so softly on the lips. I responded by taking her head in my hands, cradling it as I returned the kiss, exploring her lips, inhaling her sweet breath. She told me that she had not been made love to in years, and that I was the first man that actually made her want to have sex, regardless whether there was emotional attachment or not. I took that compliment, the way it was intended, that we could start here, and see where the relationship went. At least we both knew there were sparks, and from that, a fire can be built. As I held her in my arms, the smell of her hair and subtle perfume intoxicated me even more, as I fell deeper and deeper under her spell. As I was drifting into this fantasy world, I was abruptly awoken as she brazenly grabbed my cock through the slacks, and ran her small hands up and down the length of it, causing it to grow at a rapid rate of expansion. I figured one good turn deserved another, and since she was not being exactly lady like, I figured no sense in being a gentleman any longer. I reached for her breasts, squeezing them, gently at first trying to gauge her reactions. The harder I squeezed, the throatier the moans. Her nipples seemed thick and long, the way mature women's nipples seem to get with age. Not sure if others notice that, but I find it so sexy. Lynn pulled away, lifting her top over her shoulders, leaving her in bra that barely contained her white creamy breasts. It was cut low enough that her areolas peeked above it, while still covering her bullet like nipples. She reached behind, unclasping the bra, and her tits spilled into view. Lynn then grabbed my head and pushed her now quivering mounds into my face, massaging me with them. To say she was aggressive would be an understatement. She was in complete control, knowing what she wanted, and I was not about to upset a good thing. I greedily sucked her nipples,, bouncing back and forth between them. As I sucked one, I would twist the other. Her fingers entangled in my hair, guiding me back and forth, trying to put her whole tit in my mouth, pushing them in. Damn this woman needed sex in the worst way, and all I could do was pray I did not get too excited and disappoint her before she had her fill. I am not normally premature, in fact been told sometimes I last too long, but then I had not had a woman like this before, so who knew what to expect. As I was munching on her fun bags, she reached down and unzipped me, my cock springing forward, pre-cum running down the shaft. Her fingers were soon coated with the seminal fluid as she stoked my rod. Lynn released my throbbing cock, pushing my face away from her mammaries, forcing me back into the couch. Lynn took her fingers that were still wet, and gently forced them into my mouth. I was not sure about this, but she had an evil smile that sort of let me know, she was the rule maker, and if I did not play by her rules, the game was over. I opened my lips slightly and she slowly forced them in, and to be honest, the taste was not as bad I thought it would be. As I sucked her fingers clean, she coated my lips. As I was licking them, Lynn slowly dropped her head, taking my cock into her mouth, teasing the head. I grabbed her head, trying to make her take more into her mouth, but she resisted, instead swirling her tongue over it. She pulled back, and ran her tongue up and down the side of the shaft, her hand holding it from the other side as she played it like a flute. I was still playing with her breasts, feeling the weight, the texture as I squeezed them. Finally she re-positioned herself, and she pulled the foreskin back, exposing my red pulsing head, and she slowly wrapped her lips over it, letting her teeth gently scrap as she slowly sucked her way down the shaft. My body trembled as I felt her inch her lips down my cock, my hips wanting to thrust to speed it up. Lynn placed on hand on my chest, letting me know to stay still as she manipulated my prick with her oral expertise. Lynn's head bobbed up and down, using her spit as lubricant, never releasing my cock, not for one second. She sucked her cheeks in, creating a vacuum, loving the pressure she was using on me. Finally she released my cock with a pop, pulling me to my feet, and leading me down the hall to her bedroom. Lynn removed her skirt and panties as I removed my clothes. I laid her back and slowly kissed a trail of light kisses across her stomach, kneeling between her open thighs. She propped her legs up on the bed, opening herself up to me, and I proceeded to lick her. My hands going up around her legs reaching for her tits, as I started to suck her now wet pussy, causing her to reach for my head, pushing it as she gyrates her hips into my tongue. Her cunt tasted sweet, with a tangy sweetness one only reads about. I lapped at her cunt, licking the lips, reaching inside, and as she released my head, she used her fingers to pullback the hood of her clit, exposing the little red head. I could see it all shiny and wet, and I slowly circled it with my tongue, not wanting to shock it, but instead wanting it to come out from under the hood on its own as it swelled. I let my lips caress it, lapping gently, as my chin rocked in her cunt. As I picked up speed, her tits seemed to start to flail in my hands, her body starting to rock in time to my licking motion. She started to moan loudly, almost throaty screams, gurgling unintelligible sounds. Something incredibly sexy about a woman that can get lost in sex makes me want her even more. Young girls are so uptight; they never lose control, where a woman that is comfortable in her skin enjoys the moment. I begin to thrust with my tongue, alternating with lick of the clit, when she pulls away, telling me she wants to fuck. I climb up between her legs, standing as she lays, and I slowly enter my cock, feeling her wet cunt engulf me, as if it was on fire, so hot, so wet. Inch by inch, I feel her pussy grab mu cock, squeezing it with her muscles. My legs begin to shake, as I start to thrust, grabbing her hips to not only steady myself, but to gain leverage and deepness. The harder I slam her, the more she loved it, her tits violently shaking, her hands reaching to claw me. We are now fucking like wild animals, abandoning any sense of love making, instead just fucking. I look down and watch my manhood ramming her cunt, her lips surrounding it, holding it, the sounds of squishing as it pistons in and out of her. I start to fall on her, when she says she wants to ride me, and being the type of man that love to be underneath, in jump at the opportunity to let this sexy creature have her way with me. I crawl up to the bed, and Lynn straddles me, taking my cock in her hand, and slowly settles down over it. As she lowers herself, she reaches for my shoulders and begins to rock, setting a slow rhythm, enjoying the moment as I am deep as I could possibly go. She is not going up and down, instead just rocking, and keeping it impaled in her. I lift my head taking her hard nipples between my teeth, and I bit the one, causing her to throw her head back. I then bite the other one a little harder. Her eyes now are just white, as the color has rolled completely back. I could feel her tense up, and with a growl, her first orgasm hits, feeling her juice spill out, running over me, soaking the bed. The second orgasm hit as we kept rocking, and she collapsed on me, saying fuck me, more, fuck me. I pulled her down to me, holding her, feeling her heart beat through her chest. As her spasms subsided, she looked into my eyes, kissing me, holding me, and she asked me if I had cum. I told her no, that I was more concerned with her, and she smiled. She said something about having g to rectify it, but I told her it was not necessary, and she just smiled. With her sexy sly grin, Lynn got on her knees and with my cock still in her; she spun around so she was facing the other way. She reached over to the night table, grabbing some lube, and told me that no man could resist her ass, and not one had been able to leave it without ejaculating, and I would be no exception. She rocked forward causing my cock to fall out, and she lathered it up with the lube. Lynn then holding my cock, she positioned her fine ass over it and slowly started to sit in it. Her brown eye slowly swallowed my cock, and the heat that her asshole generated was amazing. I held her ass cheeks open so I could watch my cock go in and out. Something about watching your cock in a woman's ass, no wonder no man ever got out of that ass dry. I was in heaven, and the sounds she was making, talking like my personal slut, telling me to fuck her dirty little ass, was driving me wild. I tried to reach forward to grab her swaying tits, but I could not get high enough, but I did see her hands rubbing her clit. Her ass began pounding back on my cock, and I just lost it, I began spewing my hot cum into her sweet dark hole. I could see a mixture of lube cum and her brown juice spurting out with every thrust. The liquid was covering me, and I had to hold her hips, and soon she was coming again, and every time she clenched, more juice would fly out of her ass, covering my pubes. It was nasty, dirty, and sexy all at the same time. Lynn fell forward, my cock being expelled with a loud plop. After both of us laying there spent for a few minutes, Lynn crawled up and lay in my arm. We kissed and cuddled, and smiled, not word spoken. Finally Lynn spoke up and said, I guess I promised you dinner, and I replied you sure did. We hopped off the bed and into the shower in the ensuite bathroom. I held her in my arms and thought, I sure could get used to spending my life with this older woman. Next week it will have been one year since we met on the golf course, and we will be married. Gotta love the Mature Woman!!! The Golf Widows Carol Lambert was making her way through the park. It was her usual route home to her flat on the other side of Southheaton in Essex. The twenty year old was tired. It had been a long day at the local post office where she worked. As she made her way along the walk she spied a familiar face sitting on a park bench. As she moved closer she could see she was sobbing. Carol sighed and her heart ached. It had been a familiar sight these last few weeks. She went over to the woman. "Hi Mum," she said, trying unsuccessfully to be cheerful. Carol's mother looked up on recognising her daughter's voice, wiping her tears as she did so. "Oh Carol, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. Carol sat down beside her mother and put her hand around her. "Dad again?" she said. Carol's Mother nodded. "He's off on another golfing to Scotland next weekend. It's the third time in five weeks. He says it's for business but I think he's having an affair." said her Mum. Carol gave a slight laugh and then checked herself. "Oh Mum, he's not having an affair. He just wants to be part of the gang in work so he tags along. What you have to do is beat him at his own game." she said. "What do you mean?" asked Carol's mum as she looked up at her daughter with a puzzled look. "Well, you're not the only 'Golf widow'. Annette's father is frequently away too. She suggested we all take a leaf out of their husbands' book and have a girls' weekend away. By coincidence we have the perfect spot. Annette's uncle owns a stud farm about twenty miles from here. He and his wife are going away for the week and Annette looking after the place for him. It would be a super place for rest and play. Why don't you come with us this weekend? I guarantee you'll have a ball." responded Carol enthusiastically. "I don't know how to ride a horse," was all Carol's mum could say. Carol laughed heartily. "How do you know? You've never been on one. Besides, you'll be with me." she replied. Carol's mum rested her head on her daughter's shoulder. "Oh it would be lovely," she said. "Of course it will. We'll pick you up after work on Friday. Now let me walk you home," responded Carol's mother as she gave her hand and helped her up. As the women walked along the path they linked each other. Carol looked like a younger version of her mother. Her golden hair was long and well below her shoulders. Jackie Lambert, Carol's forty-two year old mother had her golden hair cut short. Despite being a little heavy she was still very attractive. Her breasts were full and round and her legs were silky smooth. She was married to Dan, Carol's father, for more than twenty-one years now. He was a successful business man who was more than ever away from home and Jackie was beginning to despair about it. Her daughter's suggestion, while it was unexpected, was a welcome distraction. Little did she know just how much it was to change their relationship forever. *** That Friday as promised Carol arrived to pick up her mother. Jackie was surprised to see Carol driving a mini van. Having stowed away Jackie's bags, Carol invited her to sit beside her as she drove. She quickly introduced Annette Cummins and her mother Doris, Along with Jane Pullman and her mother, Martha as well as Louise Chester and her mother Linda. All greeted Jackie warmly and enthusiastically and Jackie's unease quickly disappeared. The jokes and banter flowed freely and Jackie enjoyed the company. After a short drive they were soon in the countryside and it was only a few moments more when Annette indicated the turn towards the laneway that led eventually to the yard and her Uncle's stables. To Jackie's surprise the minivan halted in front of a fine three storey building. She guessed it probably replaced an older, possibly medieval building. Using a key she had taken from her bag, Annette opened the main door and switched on the hall lights. While they were still in the hall Annette up. "Follow me, ladies," she said and obediently they followed the young woman upstairs. As she pushed room doors open she indicated who's room was who's. Like all the women Jackie and Carol shared a room. They didn't mind though. They were both glad to be together. "We'll have drinks at nine and we get to know each other," said Annette. With that, Jackie and Carol decided to freshen up and change. Refreshed and changed Mother and daughter made their way downstairs. The cautiously moved along the corridor, following the voices until they reached the lounge where all the others had gathered. Annette offered them some drinks and soon they were comfortably conversing with their new friends. As Jackie listened to some of the women it became clear to her that they each had the same common grief. Their husbands ignored them. It made her determined to enjoy this weekend come what may. Nothing was going to prevent her from doing that. After a while Annette's mother, Doris, tapped her glass with a spoon and got everyone's attention. "Ladies, we have two new members here tonight. Jackie and Carol, welcome to the 'Golf widows club'". The rest of the group raised their glasses and shouted, "Hear, hear," and laughed. It was just after midnight when Doris once again stood up. "Well ladies, we have a lot of riding to do tomorrow. Err, horse riding, that is," Corrected Doris and there was a chorus of laughter. Doris continued. "So I suggest we all hit the sack and we'll see you all at breakfast in the morning." Jackie and Carol returned to their room. Jackie turned to her daughter anxiously. "Horse riding? I don't have anything appropriate to wear." Carol was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. It was Annette. "You'll need these," she said, pointing to the boots, helmets and other clothes she had deposited on the floor. "Thanks Annette," responded Carol gratefully as she brought them into the room. "I hope they fit," said Jackie. "They should do. I gave Annette our sizes two weeks ago." responded Carol with a grin. Jackie's brain began to calculate. "Two weeks ago? You mean you had planned this all along?" Carol laughed. "I knew you needed a break and so did I," "Thank you, sweetheart. You're a good daughter. I don't know what I'd do without you," said Jackie as she hugged her daughter. "We should get some sleep, Mum. Don't worry about oversleeping. Annette will call us for breakfast." said Carol. Jackie nodded and soon they were their beds. "Goodnight Mum," said Carol before switching the side lamp off. "Goodnight dear," responded Jackie wearily. Carol smiled. It was clear Jackie wasn't used to the late night drinks. Soon they fell asleep. *** Jackie woke up with a slight headache. The early morning sun was beaming in the window and was sitting on the bed dressed in her robe. She had a glass of water in her hand. "Morning, Mum," she said cheerfully. Jackie ribbed her eyes and put her hand to her head. "Oh God, Carol. How much did I drink last night?" she asked wearily. Carol laughed. Not much, Mum. You're just not used to it. That's all. Take these, they'll relief your headache," continued Carol as she handed her mother the pills. Jackie took the pills and swallowed them with the water. "Annette just called up. Breakfast in half an hour. Why don't you get showered and dressed and I'll meet you in the lounge?" said Carol. Jackie wanted to say no but did not want to disappoint her daughter. "Ok." responded Jackie as she struggled out of bed. After showering Jackie felt much better. She was amazed when she realised her blouse, jodhpurs and even her boots fitted perfectly. She carried her helmet in her hand as she made her way to the lounge. After a light breakfast all the girls went into the yard where there were several beautiful mounts awaiting them, attended by several young stable staff, male and female. Nervously Jackie mounted one, aided by a young stable lad. In contrast, Carol expertly and enthusiastically mounted hers. They all trotted in single file down the lane and into the open countryside. In a few moments when they reached the fields they picked up speed. Jackie simply followed everyone else. She was startled at how easy she found it and how enjoyable it really was. *** It was just after four when they arrived back at the yard safe and sound. Although she was tired, it was only after dismounting and Jackie felt the ache in her lower back and limbs, not to mention her bottom. She stretched and putting her arm to the base of her spine she could hear a slight creak as she straightened her back. "Oh, what I wouldn't do for a hot soak now," she remarked. "That's a good idea, Mrs Lambert," said Annette with a beaming smile. "Follow me ladies," continued Annette. Puzzled, Jackie followed the rest of the group as they trooped behind Annette as she led them around the other side of the stables. All the group gasped when they saw the giant hot tub ready for use. "Well Ladies, get stripped and test the waters. Last one in does the dishes," shouted Annette. What happened next startled Jackie as Annette's last words acted as if goading them into action. The women, including Carol screamed with excitement and frantically stripped. There were no inhibitions here. However Jackie was still uneasy about undressing. As she sat to remove her boots a near naked Annette and Carol came up to her and taking a leg each, removed Jackie's boots. Jackie could hear the screams and splashes as the women, one by one, plunged into the tub. She was the last to join them as she eased herself in. Jackie rubbed her neck gently. "Here Mum, let me," said Carol as she made her way behind her mother and began to massage Jackie's neck. "Oh, that feels so good," sighed Jackie, amazed at her daughter's gentle touch. After a few moments Jackie eased herself against the wall of the hot tub. The warm bubbling water had an almost instant affect as she could feel her aches gradually ease and then disappear. Putting hands on the wall of the hot tub for balance Jackie closed her eyes and began to dream of a daily life of pleasure. She could hear the chatter and laughter of the women and this added to her enjoyment. Her thoughts were broken when a hand touched her shoulder. It made Jackie jump. When she opened her eyes she looked up and saw a young woman in a caterer's uniform with a tray of drinks. Following her friends' example, Jackie took one and began to sip. "This is the life, eh?" asked Doris, Annette's mother who was beside Jackie. "Oh wouldn't it be lovely." responded Jackie. Jackie spied her daughter on the other side of the hot tub joined her there. "Oh Carol, this is wonderful. Thank you, sweetheart," said Jackie and kissed Jackie on her cheek. "There's more to come, Mum. We're not finished yet," replied Carol with a twinkle in her eye. "What are you up to Carol?" asked Jackie suspiciously. "Trust me, Mum. It'll be fun," was all Carol would say with a wink. After a time a phone that Jackie was unable to see began to ring. She looked over and saw Annette lifting a handset from the wall of the hot tub and spoke briefly before replacing it. "Ladies, dinner will be ready in a half an hour so I suggest we get dried and dressed. We'll have dinner in the lounge. The women began to make their way out. Annette made her way to Jackie. "Don't worry, Mrs Lambert. I was only kidding about the dishes." she said. Some of the women giggled. *** Dinner was an amazingly grand affair. As the evening wore on Jackie became more relaxed and gradually mixed with the women, young and old, much more easily. After the dinner drinks were served in the large drawing room. After a while Doris, Annette's mother, drew attention as she tapped her glass and began to speak. "Ladies, as promised, this weekend is for fun and games. I think we all had good fun today. Now it's time for the games." The woman laughed in unison. Doris spoke again. "Annette will explain." Annette turned to the group and spoke. "Ladies, when all mums return to their rooms they'll find an outfit on your bed. Please wear it as part of the game. Myself and the girls will change here and prepare the lounge for the game." The group giggled as the mothers dispersed to their rooms. Jackie took Carol by the hand. "Carol, what the hell is going on?" she asked anxiously. "Nothing to worry about, Mum. Just some fun and games. Relax, you'll enjoy it. Believe me," responded Carol soothingly. Despite her daughter's reassurance Jackie was very nervous. When she got to the room she saw a white blouse and grey skirt laid out on her bed. She shook her head. Nonetheless she heeded what Carol said and tried to relax and get into the spirit of fun. When she dressed and looked at herself in the mirror Jackie shook her head again. There was a knock at the door and Doris walked in. "Oh good, Jackie. You're dressed," she said. "I don't understand. What's going on?" asked Jackie uneasily. Doris smiled and took Jackie's hand and began to explain. Jackie was stunned at what Doris told her. "Are you all out of your minds? She asked. "No," answered Doris firmly. "And the reason why is we relieve our frustrations through these weekend meetings. It works for us all, Jackie, believe me and it will work for you too. I was once like you but I got into it and never looked back." concluded Doris. "And Jackie agreed to all this?" asked Jackie, still sounding shocked. "She was one of the main planners of it," responded Doris eagerly. "And I thought I knew her," sighed Jackie. Doris laughed. "I don't think we really know them. Now what do you say? Are you up for some fun?" Again Jackie gave a deep sigh. "Oh hell, why not?" she responded. "Good girl," responded Doris. "Well, if you're going to be the headmistress you had better look the part," she said as she placed a pair of glasses on Jackie. Jackie burst out laughing. So did Doris. "Now don't worry. There's just ordinary glass rather than lens in the frames so they won't affect your eyes." said Doris as a final instruction. "Now, let's get to the 'Staff room' and see what our 'students' are up to," concluded Doris and both women laughed. Outside the room the other Mums waited patiently and they all descended the stairs together. They made their way along the corridor that ked to the lounge. Even from the top of the stairs the loud music could be heard. Jackie pushed the door open and was so stunned at what she saw that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All their daughters, including Carol were dressed in school uniforms of white blouses, grey skirt with blue sashes, white socks and black strap shoes. What she found even more amusing was the round hard hats they wore. It reminded hour of her school days. Jackie decided to take Doris' advice and enjoy herself. "How dare you all invade the 'Staff room'?" she said quite firmly. Jackie, who had been laying over an armchair drinking what appeared to be a bottle of beer, spat out what was in her mouth and jumped up. "Oh Miss, we hadn't expected you back so soon." she pleaded. "Obviously, and I bet you are the instigator of this sorry mess, Lambert." declared Jackie. Even Doris was amazed at how well Jackie played her part and she whispered something in Jackie's ear. "Quite," was all Jackie said in response and then turned to the girls. "Stand to attention at once!" she demanded and all the girls stood in a line with their heads downcast as if in shame. "Bend over that bench," ordered Jackie as she pointed to the low settee with its back to them. Obediently the girls obeyed, giggling as they did so. Jackie looked at Doris as if looking for instructions. Doris produced a bamboo cane and suddenly realised that all the mothers had one each as they stood behind their daughters. Following the other mothers' example, Jackie whipped down Carol's cotton knickers and began to strike her bare bum with the cane. Not wanting to hurt her daughter Jackie's stroke was a gentle tap whereas the others was more severe. "Harder, mum, harder," pleaded Carol. Soon all the girls screamed in pain and pleasure as each lash was applied. After several strokes the others stopped and Jackie followed suit. She looked at Doris who simply nodded. "Go to your rooms at once. You will be individually dealt with!" cried Jackie. The girls giggled as the eased their knickers back up and hastened up to their rooms. "Wow, you were absolutely amazing. You'd convince you're a headmistress any day," said Doris. The others laughed and nodded in agreement. "What now?" asked Jackie smiling. "We'll give them a few moments and we'll join them," responded Doris. A few moments later they headed for their rooms. As Jackie reached her room Doris faced her. "Remember, have fun and goodnight," she said with a wink. By now Jackie was all too aware of what was expected. She could not believe her daughter was so much into this. She decided that if this is what wanted then she should have it. When she entered the room Carol stood in front of her dressed in a white robe. "Oh Carol, I hope I didn't hurt you," she said anxiously. "Oh no, Mum. It was Miss. She was very cruel to me." responded Carol as she slid her robe to the floor. Although she had seen her daughter naked before for some reason Jackie could feel a sudden surge of lust surge through body as she observed her daughter's beautiful body. Carol began to unbutton Jackie's blouse. "Is there anything I can to help you, baby?" asked Jackie. "Yes Mum, there is," she said in reply as she lay face down on the bed. "Please lick my sore bum. It would make it so much better. Finally overwhelmed by lust, Jackie took the plunge and stripped rapidly. "Oooh, that feels so good," sighed Carol as Jackie kissed the left cheek of her bottom. Encouraged by Carol's obvious pleasure Jackie continued to lick and suck moving from one cheek to the other. Moving to the base of Carol's spine Jackie began to move up the almost flawlessly smooth back of Carol's, licking and sucking as she went. Carol's deep sighs of satisfaction continued to act as encouragement for Jackie as she moved further on. When she reached Carol's neck Jackie paused and simply rested on her daughter's body. The sensation of her mother's wonderful breasts rubbing against her back sent a wonderful feeling of excitement down Carol's entire body and she shuttered as a result. Carol then gently freed herself from her mother proceeded to copy her actions. The only difference was when she reached Jackie's neck Carol turned her mother over and kissed her passionately on her moist lips. Then she moved down her bare neck and onto Jackie's breasts. Now it was Jackie's turn to experience the pleasures of her body as Carol licked around her breast in an ever decreasing circle and eventually arriving at her nipple, Carol proceeded to lick and suck, gradually moving left to right in a rhythmic fashion. "Oh my God!" cried Jackie several times as her daughter's actions raised her sexual pleasure to unprecedented heights. As Carol continued to move down her mother's body, expertly using her tongue and lips, Jackie's excitement continued to grow. When she reached Jackie's pussy Carol positioned herself in the sixty-nine position. This was another new experience for Jackie. Although she had seen it done on some lesbian videos she had never done it before. Carol's tongue bore through Jackie's pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit. Jackie simply followed her daughter's example. Gradually the settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. "Mmmm," was all the two women could utter as they continued to pleasure each other. Their pleasure was such that they strained to prolong this wonderful sensation for as long as was humanly possible. Eventually, however, their love juices began to flow and as if like a dam giving way under enormous pleasure, Jackie and Carol's orgasms exploded forth making them both give sighs of relieve and sexual satisfaction. For both woman it was their biggest orgasm ever. After a few moments of gasping for air and collecting their thoughts, Carol moved back to her mother and kissed her again. "I do love you, Mum," she declared. The Golf Widows "I love you too, Carol," responded Jackie and returned her kiss. For a long time Carol rested on her mother's breast before finally falling asleep. Jackie soon followed. They held each other in a loving embrace. *** Jackie woke to the sound of a running shower. The early morning sun was beaming through the window as she recollected her thoughts about the previous night and had just occurred. Then she realised she was alone in the bed. Jackie made her way to the shower and could see the outline of her daughter's beautiful body. Once again she felt very aroused. She opened the shower door and put her hands on Carol's shoulders. Carol jumped and turned around. "Hi Mum. Annette just called up. Breakfast in half an hour," she said. "Then I'd better join you and speed things up," responded Jackie as she stepped into the shower and joined her daughter. They both laughed and giggled as they soaped and washed each other as the jets of steamy hot water sprayed about them. After Breakfast and a short walk around the grounds The bags were packed onto the minivan. Annette and Doris stayed behind to look after things there. Annette and her Mother came up to Jackie. "Well, Mrs Lambert, It's being a real pleasure to have you here and I do hope we will see you again," said Annette as she shook Jackie's hand. "Oh no, Annette, the pleasure was all mine believe me. I do hope we can have more fun," replied Jackie as she looked at Carol quizzically, who just nodded with a smile. Carol embraced both Annette and Doris. "See you during the week at work," she said to Annette. "Absolutely," responded Annette with a smile. After depositing the other members of the group Jackie and Carol finally arrived at Jackie's house. "Let me get your bags, Mum," said Carol as she got out of the van. Carol brought the bags to the door and Jackie turned to her. "Why don't you stay the night?" she asked. "But..." Carol didn't a chance to finish. "Please Carol, don't leave me on my own." begged Jackie. "But what about Dad?" asked Carol anxiously. "Fuck him!" declared Jackie. Jackie sighed. "What I mean is that when her gets here tomorrow he'll be so pissed he won't even know what day it is," she said. When Carol deposited Jackie's bags in the hall Jackie took her daughter by the hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. For a few moments Jackie and Carol stared at each other. Then, as if an invisible arrow of lust struck them simultaneously they frantically stripped each other naked. Jackie pulled Carol with her onto the bed and they indulged in what was to be first night of crazed lesbian passion with her daughter in her own bed. For Jackie Lambert all inhibitions vanished and new sexual experiences were always welcome. As far as her husband's golf trips were concerned she simply couldn't wait. In her own words, "The more the merrier," The 'Golf widows association' was to be a great source of pleasure and relief for both her and Jackie, not to mention their own sexual relationship.