0 comments/ 317829 views/ 64 favorites A Special Weekend By: hammertime George Kenny, all 6'3, 210 pounds of him, lay out by the pool in the hot morning sun of south Florida. He was alone for the weekend and he intended to relax and rest. May, his wife of 22 years was visiting her mother and was going to a high school reunion. He lay nude on a lounge chair soaking up the sun and drinking a cold beer every now and then. When he got hot he would take a dip in the pool to cool off. He was doing just what he told May he was going to do. George and May's home was on a small canal that open into the bay. This gave them a way out into the Gulf of Mexico. It was the only home in that area with any privacy. He had purchased several acres before the real estate boom years ago. It had a pool plus a boat dock that could handle their 35-foot cruiser. With his business going well they had what most people would call the good life. He had just finished a sandwich for lunch when the phone rang. Checking the caller ID he saw that the number was from his son. Rita, his daughter, was on the line. "What are you doing with May out of town?" "I'm doing absolutely nothing and enjoying the hell out of it," he laughed. "Just laying by the pool, soaking up some sun, with a cold beer." "I am by myself too. Tim left this morning on a fishing trip with some of his buddies. He will be gone all weekend. Would you like some company? If you do I will come over and keep you company for a while." "Sure come on over and bring a change of clothes. Plan on spending the weekend with me but give me time to get my suit on, I wasn't expecting company." She laughed, " don't go to any trouble. I wouldn't want you to change just for me." George was tempted to take her at her word. If he was going to lounge around with anyone he was glad it was Rita. She was a beautiful woman. Tim and her had only been married for two years and he really liked her. Rita was tall, nearly 5'10", and weighed 120 pounds. She had coal black hair and a beautiful pair of c cup breast that her bikini could not contain. He had often fantasized about taking her to bed, and what it would feel like to bury his cock in her hot cunt. He changed into a swimsuit and was back at the pool when she came around the house. "Hey, you did put on a suit. I was going to go skinny dipping with you, but now I guess I have to go put my suit on" she joked. " I didn't want to shock you, but I can always pull it off." She laughed and said " I think we will probably both be better off if I put my suit on." She changed into a bright yellow bikini that was made for someone smaller. It had trouble holding her breast in. They looked like they may fall out at any time. The bottom wasn't much better. It showed off much more than it covered. George whistled when he saw her. She just added an extra wiggle as she walked to the pool. She was use to men looking and it didn't bother her at all that her father was just like other men. She had seen the same look in other guy's eyes only this time it was her husband's father. George wasn't a slough either. He kept his body in shape by swimming and jogging each day. He was a bigger man than Tim in more ways than one. He was blessed with a cock that was over 10 inches long and as big around as Rita's wrist. May certainly didn't have any complaints along that line. He was now 42 years old and looked like 30 something. In spite of his fantasizing about Rita he had always been faithful to May. Rita had seen him looking at her before and she had looked back. She wondered just how big that bulge in his swim trunks was. Tim wasn't a small man but he didn't sport a bulge like his father. They sit around the pool laughing and talking. When it got to hot they would cool off in the pool. They were comfortable with each other, each taking the opportunity to check out the others body. He ask her if she would like to take the boat out for a short cruise, then come back and grill a couple of steaks. "It will be late but there is no one waiting for you at home and you can spend the night here. You can even sleep late tomorrow." "I would like that. Why don't you put the steaks in the marinate while I put on a dry suit?" "Ok, but I like the one you have on now." "You'll like the other one better," she laughed. He had finished the steaks and was getting the boat ready to cast off when she came out of the house. This suit was white and just barely covered the important parts. The white really accented her deep tan and dark hair. She had on one of his shirts for a cover up. It was unbuttoned leaving her big breast basically uncovered. Nothing covered her long legs from the bottom of the bikini down. She pivoted on the dock. "You like she said?" "Oh yes, Very much." "This is my sunning suit. I don't dare wear it in the water, when it's wet you can see through it." He gave her a hand up into the boat. "Maybe I should just drop you in the water then." He told her to cast off the lines and he maneuvered the boat out into the canal. They just idled along until they reached the bay. George was steering from the topside and when Rita finished storing the equipment she joined him. The bay was choppy with all the other boats coming back in for the day. Being topside their boat was rolling more than if he had been steering from below. Rita asked if she could steer the boat. "I've been out several times but have never had control of the boat "Ok, but hold the wheel with both hands and spread your legs for balance. A large wave can take the wheel away from you in an instant." Holding the wheel with one hand he moved back so she could move in front of him. Just as she took the wheel a wave hit the boat and he reached around to grab the wheel. She regained her balance and took the wheel. "Do you have control now?" "Yes." He released the wheel but didn't move away from her. Her ass was pressed against his cock and he quickly gained an erection. He knew that she could feel him but she made no move to pull away. Could it be that she liked the feel of him as much as he did her? Rita could feel him against her ass. Her tits begin to harden, the nipples standing out in the skimpy top, as she contemplated just how big he really was. George looking over her shoulder could see her nipples harden. He really wanted to get his hands on them but didn't want to scare her off. His hands were around her waist. "Ready for me to move?" "I think I have it under control but don't go to far until we reach smooth water." He didn't plan on going anywhere. The rocking boat continued to rub his cock against her ass and from the rock hard nipples he knew that she was as excited as he. Both knew that they shouldn't be letting this game go this far but neither willing to stop it. George pulled her tighter against his body. He could see her breathing faster and her tits start to move. He spread his hand across her flat stomach. He caressed her from the top of her bikini bottoms to the under side of her tits. He would lower his fingers until they were only inches from her cunt. Rita could not believe that her father was feeling her up like this and that she was helpless to stop him. Just the idea of him being her husband's father made her that much more excited. Her breast hurt from swelling and her cunt was soaking her suit. She was hoping he would go farther and at the same time afraid he would. George was looking over her shoulder watching his hands move over her flat stomach. Her breasts were quivering from his touch. His cock was hard as a rock up against her ass. He knew that he was getting to her and that this may be his best opportunity to do what he had wanted for so long. What if she stopped him? Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained. He slowly extended his caressing fingers until he finally covered both of her breasts with his hands. The only thing between her breast and his hands was the thin material of her top. He used his thumbs to flick across her nipples, bring a tremor through out her body. Again he move down her flat stomach and let the tips of his fingers slide under the waistband of her bikini. He had both hands under her bikini and could feel the hair around her cunt. He could feel her suck in a deep breath as he moved his hands lower. He could feel the heat and wetness of her cunt on the tips of his fingers. Whole hog or none he went for the golden egg. Just as his fingers touched the opening of her cunt a wave snatched the wheel out of her hands. He had to grab the wheel to stop the boat from turning sideways. Rita took the opportunity to slip under his arm and down the steps. George had to smile to himself. He knew that this wasn't the last time to play this little game. For an old man he was doing pretty well. While Rita was steering the boat she couldn't keep her mind on what she was doing. His hands were feeling so good on her body and when he held her breast her knees nearly buckled. Her breath stopped when he slid his finger under her bikini bottoms in anticipation of what was coming. Her hands slipped from the wheel and the boat lurched sideways. The sudden movement brought her back to her senses. She quickly moved down the ladder to put some distant between them. In a short time George had the boat out in the smooth Gulf waters. He set it on cruise control and just idled along while he got them a couple of beers. Rita was sitting on the bow of the boat getting some of the late afternoon sun. She had taken off her shirt and lay in just her white bikini. He stopped to watch before joining her. She was one beautiful woman. That she belonged to his son did nothing to erase his desire for her. He knew that she was available if he played his cards right. May and Tim never entered his mind. He moved up and sat down besides her, offering her a beer. They spent a long time talking about everything but what happened up top. Even though sex was never mentioned his cock stayed hard and her nipples the same way. After a couple more beers he suggested they go for a swim before heading back in. He lowered the swim platform and dove into the warm water. He looked around and Rita was standing on the platform trying to make up her mind to dive inn. Then he remembered what she said about the suit being transparent when it got wet. Rita was about to dive in when she realized which suit she had on. If she got it wet she would not have any secrets from him. She saw him waiting to see what she would do. Remembering where his hands had already been made her turn loose and dive in. They swam around for several minutes cooling off from the hot afternoon sun and the sexual excitement. George was the first to climb up the ladder and get out. Rita continued to swim while she tried to think of the best way to get out of the water with him watching. "Are you going to just stand there or turn your back like a gentleman?" "I have never been a gentleman and don't see the need to start now." He wasn't giving her a choice. She decided to give him what he wanted. Climbing up the ladder she stepped on the platform facing him with her hands on her hips. He had never seen a woman like her. Her perfect breasts were showing through her top as visible as if she were naked. The hair on her cunt was as black as the hair on her head. She could not have been anymore naked if she had nothing on at all. She didn't move, as he looked her up and down. "When you get through looking I'll get on the boat." "I'll never get through looking at you. You are the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen." His cock was once again making a tent in his swimsuit. His suit wasn't as transparent as hers but the bulge left little doubt how well hung he was. George reached her hand and pulled her up in the boat. He pulled her body up against his. Her breast was touching his chest and his cock rubbing against her stomach. He looked deep into her eyes and taking her head in his hands leaned down and kissed her. She didn't resist but didn't return his kiss for several moments. Then the pressure of his tongue against her mouth made her open to him. Once his tongue made contact with hers she melted against him, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her. They kissed for several minutes, enjoying the closeness of their bodies together. All the teasing for the afternoon came to a head. He put his hand on her ass and pulled her hard against his cock. She was grinding her cunt against his cock all the time they kissed. She finally leaned back in his arms and looking him in the eye said, " Don't you think it is time to be heading back? It'll be dark before we get in." George released her and headed for the ladder. "Would you like to steer going back?" "I think it will be best for both of us if I stay down here." Chapter. 2 It was dark by the time they tied up to the dock. George fired up the grill while she made a salad and put a couple of potatoes in the micro. He opened a bottle of wine and they sipped on it while the steaks finished cooking. After a full meal and another bottle of wine they moved to lounge chair by the pool. He sat with one leg on each side of the chair and she sat on the chair leaning back against him. By this time they both had too much to drink and thought everything was funny. He had unbuttoned her bikini top and taken it off with out any resistance from her. George had been talking and caressing her breast when he realized that she wasn't responding to his questions. She had passed out. He stood over her and looked at her sleeping. He was sure hoping to get farther along with her tonight. He picked her up and carried her to the guest bedroom and laid her on the bed. He pulled her bikini bottom off and feasted his eyes on her young naked body. Even in his drunken state he knew that he would not take advantage of her. He wanted to sink his cock in her hot cunt but he wanted her to know it when he did. Leaning down he kissed each breast and touched her hot cunt with his finger. Maybe tomorrow he would get to finish what they started. He covered her with a blanket and went to his own bed. George was up early the next morning. He checked on Rita and found her still sound asleep. The blanket was pulled down and her magnificent breasts were completely uncovered. He stood and gazed upon them for a while before leaving to make coffee. What a way to start the day. He carried the coffee out by the pool. He liked to take an early morning dip in the nude. After his dip in the pool he slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and settled down to read the morning paper. Another cup of coffee and a short nap later he heard the door slide open. Looking up he saw Rita as she crossed the patio to the pool area. She had put on one of May's robes and it only came to mid thigh. Even with a hangover she was still a beautiful woman. "Want a cut of coffee?' "Yes, very black, my head feels like it may blow off." "I was beginning to think I was going to have to wake you up." "I have been awake for a while trying to figure out what happened last night." "Nothing happened." "When I woke I wasn't over dressed. Did you put me to bed?" "Yes" "Why did you undress me?" "Seemed like the right thing to do since you don't usually sleep in your swim suit." "And?" "And nothing, you slept in the guest room and I slept in my bed." "I guess I should thank you for not taking advantage of me." "Who said I didn't take advantage of you?" "You said nothing happened." "Nothing did happened but I now know you have a small birthmark on the inside of your thigh." Rita blushed when she realized just how much of her he had seen. "Don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are the most perfectly beautiful lady I have ever seen. I should be ashamed for taking the opportunity to look you over, but I would still do it the next time. Why don't you take a dip in the pool to get the cobwebs out of your head, and then we will have some breakfast." "I haven't got my suit on." "I left it on the chair by the bed." "You know what happens when it gets wet." "I know that's what I was looking forward to, he laughed." "What did you swim in this morning?" "Nothing, What do you have on under the robe?" "Nothing." " Then what are we waiting for? Looks like we have all we need." George stood up and pulled down his shorts. His cock, already half hard, spring up. He moved over to Rita and took her by the hand and pulled her up. She didn't resist when he untied the knot holding the robe together. He slipped the robe from her shoulders and she stood there totally naked in front of him. He led her to the pool steps and down into the pool. He turned her loose and swam to the other end of the pool. She quickly joined him and they started swimming laps. After several laps her head begin to clear and she enjoyed the freedom of swimming nude. She had a hard time taking her eyes from his cock. Tim's cock was about 8 inches but his father was at least a couple of inches longer and a lot bigger around. Now she knew why he had such a bulge in his suit. Rita swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up with water dripping off her breast. George joined her. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked body back against his. She could feel his hard cock resting against her ass. She didn't try to pull away or voice any complaint. He knew that she was his for the taking. He didn't say a word just started caressing her stomach with both hands. She sucked in her breath making her beautiful breast stand out even higher. He brought his hands up to cup her breast. He squeezes them gently, as if he was handling ripe fruit. Like the day before he rubbed her nipples between his fingers until they were hard. He kissed the nap of her neck as he watched his hands move over her body. He could have stayed there all day but she had other parts to explore, and he wanted to take advantage while she was in the mood. He released her breast, much to her dislike, and stroked down her flat stomach to the lips of her cunt. He parted the lips with one hand and slid a finger into her cunt. She was hot and wet from the foreplay. The minute she had seen George's big cock she knew that she was going to let him have anything he desired. She just didn't expect him to be so forceful and at the same time so gentle. Tim was good between the sheets and she loved having sex with him, but he was always fast and not so gentle. He often would cum before her. The good thing was he would recover quickly and soon satisfy her. Her cunt was soaked from his fingers working on her nipples and up her cunt. Tim never made her as hot as his father was now. She had spread her legs to give him all the room he needed. He pulled his fingers away from her cunt and she grabbed his hand "NO, Don't Stop!" "I'm not about to stop." He turned her to face him and lowered his head to kiss her. She responded at once opening her mouth to his questing tongue. George knew how to kiss a woman. His tongue searched the inside of her open mouth. He tasted the sweetness of her lips as she brought her naked body closer to his. He broke the kiss and pulled her to the side of the pool. He put his arms under hers and sat her on the side of the pool. She leaned back as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Right before his eyes was the most delicious pussy he had ever seen. He lowered his head and put his tongue between the parted lips of her cunt. She was sweet and her juice was hot. George loved eating a hot juicy cunt that taste like hers. It only took a minute for him to bring her off. As she climaxed she locked her legs around his head to make sure he didn't move away. Thank god that George loved eating her. Tim would do it but he didn't really like it like George. She pulled his head so tight to her cunt that he nearly passed out from lack of air. She actually blacked out from the intense pleasure. A Special Weekend Author's note: Chris, one of the main characters in this story, is a freshman in college, I am depicting him to be between 19 and 22 years of age. There is no under aged sex going on in this story. The use of the term “guys” or “boys” is not used in reference to persons under 18 years of age. Your votes and feedback are greatly appreciated, along with constructive criticism. ***** Another Friday evening and there I stood, looking out the window while washing dishes. This was all too typical anymore as I waited for my husband to get off of work and my son from college. It was a beautiful day outside, but of course I had no where to go and nothing to do but put these dishes away before I was to prepare dinner and repeat the chore all over again before the night was over with. I began drying the glasses and putting them away when I heard my son’s car pull up into the driveway. “Hey mom!” Bram walked in smiling at me with his normal upbeat mood. Carelessly, he dropped his gym bag on the kitchen table. “Oh no you don’t. You take that thing back to your room.” I said pointing to the bag full of sweaty gym clothes and god knows what else. “We don’t want the rest of the house looking like that pig stye of yours.” I meant what I said, though smiling at him as if I were joking. It didn’t matter that he was a freshman in college to me. He would still listen. The screen door opened a few moments later and another young man walked in. The door slammed behind him, startling him and the teenager winced. “Who is this?” I asked Bram while looking at his friend, rather surprised at the company. “Mom, this is my friend Chris. He is staying the night here so we can go to a basketball game tomorrow morning. You don’t remember me asking you over a week ago?” He asked with widened dark eyes. I decided it best to bite my tongue. I was not in the mood for company and I didn’t remember anything of the sort. Furthermore, I didn’t know if the roast I had bought would be enough for four people, especially the way my husband ate. I huffed a bit as I considered telling Bram that his friend needed to go home. Glancing over at Chris, his eyes were cast down at the floor, then met my own for a fraction of a second. They were the warmest shade of golden brown. Large and round like a puppy dogs, accented with a spray of long, thick black lashes. A lock of his light brown hair fell over his eye and against his cheekbone as he lowered his head a bit and tore his gaze from mine. He was tall and slender, more lithe than muscular. The baggy pants he wore, paired with the black muscle shirt loaned beauty to his smooth sun kissed skin. I found myself accidently starring at our guest’s crotch. Feeling rather ashamed, a rosy heat filled my cheeks. “Of course I remember.” I lied to them. “I hope you like pot roast and potatoes, Chris.” I smiled at him, fearing that I was more of a predator than a sincere hostess. “Bram, you should take Chris downstairs and show him the entertainment center. Maybe you two can play some games and watch tv until your father gets home. By then dinner should be ready.” I added. “Yeah, sounds good.” Bram started walking down the hallway with Chris tailing close behind him. As the two were about to close the door leading to the downstairs den, I heard Chris whispering to Bram. “Hey...your mom is really pretty. She doesn’t look old enough...” That is all I had caught before the door shut. I grinned like I had just won the lottery. For the rest of the time dinner was being prepared I was as light as a feather on my feet. The guy had flattered me so much that I felt as if I were floating on a cloud. You see, compliments in this house usually don’t go beyond “That was good, can I have seconds?” I busied myself slicing potatoes and onions while the roast simmered in the oven. Just as I pulled the roast out to dump the vegetables into the pan with it, the phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was my husband’s cell phone. “Oh great...not again.” I muttered. “Hey Samantha, I’m not going to make it home for dinner again tonight. There’s a problem with the Brewster account that needs to be looked over immediately. I’ll be in later tonight, dear.” Jim said over the phone. “Okay. I’ll save you some roast. See you later on.” I reluctantly responded, though that clearly wasn’t the response I had wanted to give him. That happens at least three times a week now. I’m not completely stupid to the fact that he is having an affair. Numerous people have seen him out with some little blonde in high dollar restaurants on the nights that he is supposed to be at the office working late. It’s not unusual for him not to even come home until sunrise, claiming that he fell asleep in the office while working. I called the guys upstairs as soon as dinner was done and had Bram set the table. “Your dad is working late again, Bram, so don’t worry about putting a plate out for him. We’re just going to save him some roast.” Shouldn’t save the rotten bastard anything, let his little bitch feed him, I thought secretly. Throughout dinner I caught myself looking at my son’s friend. Shamefully, I began imagining what he would look like naked. I tried to guess how big his cock was. I wondered how long it would take him to cum if I touched him. Looking at him, he couldn’t possibly be a virgin. Not a guy that handsome. To make matters worse, he caught me starring at him a couple of times. To make things more curious, I also caught him looking at me. Was this young man really be attracted to me? I mean, I know that I had been told before that I could pass for Bram’s older sister rather than his mother. I don’t like to brag either, but I do take care of myself. I still have the exact same figure I had when I was twenty five years old. But what could he see in a woman who is nearly 20 years older than himself? I finished my dinner slowly while fantasizing about the things I could do to my son’s classmate. If Chris could read my thoughts, I would have felt like a monster. We finished dinner and of course, I made sure Jim’s dinner was put in some tuperware and waiting for him in the fridge. The Bram and Chris went back downstairs for a little while and I watched t.v. in the living room. I watched Patrick Swayze in “Ghost”. I chuckled lightly to myself through parts of the movie until it came to the “pottery” scene with Sam and Molly. After all the fantasizing at dinner, my neither regions couldn’t take that kind of abuse. I turned the station to the Travel channel and began to watch “Haunted History”. “Maybe it’ll scare it out of me.” I laughed softly to myself and continued to watch the program. Honestly, it only helped but so much. I retired to my room and curled up with a good book. After a few chapters I could hear the guys come up the stairs and go into Bram’s room, shutting the bedroom door. Not long after, I dozed off, myself. I, being the light sleeper that I am was suddenly jarred by a slight noise. I thought it was most likely Jim finally deciding to come home and I stayed in the bed for a few minutes, looking up at the ceiling. I figured when he came into the room I could pretend to be asleep so I wouldn’t blow up at him. It was best just not to even deal with him in my opinion. Plus I didn’t want to embarrass Bram if his company happened to hear us arguing. It could wait. After about ten minutes no one entered the room, nor did I hear anyone fumbling around in the kitchen with dishes. Glancing at the clock, it read 1:27am. Hmm...that is kinda early for Jim to be stumbling in. He’s probably still screwing his barely legal bimbo right about now, I thought to myself and a groan. Quietly, I slipped out of bed to investigate. Walking a few steps down the hallway, I could see Bram’s door standing slightly ajar. Peering in, I could see Bram sound asleep. Chris, however did not appear to be in the room. That’s when I noticed the basement door was slightly cracked open and a pale blue light emitted into the hallway. Looking through the cracked door, I could clearly see the sofa at the foot of the stairs and the television playing. Chris was lying on the sofa, shirtless and in a pair of boxers, watching t.v. I stood there for a moment, not seeing anything wrong with this other than the fact that he had to be awake early with Bram for practice. Well, of course and the fact that I could feel the moisture beginning to collect once more and seep into my panties while looking at him. I was about to walk away, but then something caught my eye. While he watched t.v., his hand idly slipped across his crotch and grazed it softly. I could actually see his cock swelling and jumping beneath the cotton plaid boxers. I licked my lips in anticipation for whatever was to happen next. I was determined that I was not going to bring attention to myself and miss this. Fumbling with the flap of the boxers, he pulled his erection out and circled it in his hand. I marveled at it for a moment. It was nothing like I had expected. It only a little over average in length, but it was gifted with noticeable circumference. My small hand probably would have barely been able to touch finger to finger if I were giving him a hand job. “My god...” I moaned to myself quietly while I watched him recline back on the sofa and begin to slide his hand up and down in slow strokes. Though he was careful to be quiet, I could hear his breathing quicken. While lying back, he began to thrust his hips slightly to meet the strokes, his other hand slipping downward to cup his balls. I became so aroused that I could feel my eyes almost watering. I decided to take a chance and get down on my knees right beside the door where I could still see him. Spreading my legs, I slipped my hand into my panties and slid my finger into the dripping opening of my neglected desire while watching him pleasure himself. At any moment my husband could have come in, or Bram could have awaken, but at this moment I didn’t care. It felt too good. I knew I was getting close as the familiar tingle crept up the back of my legs. It was much too quick for me. I wanted to hold off until I saw him explode. I needed this. Biting my lip, I stopped grinding my hips. I felt my inner walls give off one quick throb as a warning. If I hadn’t stopped when I did it would have been over with right then. I still knew I couldn’t hold off for much longer. The sticky moisture dripped down my thigh as I felt my folds swelling until they ached and begged for release. I didn’t take my eyes off of him the whole time. For a moment he stopped, slipping his boxers down past his knees and reclining back once more very quickly. I took that to mean that he was close and didn’t want to make a mess all over the front of his boxers. Now I watched him in the pale blue light of the television. His young, smooth body seemed to glow and a dewy softness. He dug his feet in between the cushions of the sofa and lifted his buttocks off of the sofa with each thrust. I could see the soft, fine patch of dark hair around his cock. Even the small trail of dark hair was visible leading down his stomach. How I wished at that very moment that I could drag my tongue along it and take him into my mouth. I felt tears springing into the corners of my eyes as his mouth formed an “o” shape and he gasped while his strokes quickened. I could hear the slapping of his flesh as his hand came down on his magnificent erection. I was only seconds away from losing myself. “Oh Chris...cum for me.” I moaned in a whisper. “Cummm...” I heard him stifle what would have been a loud cry as his lips pressed together tightly. His release shot from the tip of his cock in deliciously long, milky streams as it jerked. Simultaneously, I felt my walls close in around my fingers and squeeze in much anticipated orgasm. I could have sworn that I saw stars. The crotch of my panties were completely drenched, as were my fingers and most of my palm. I decided it was best to get up quickly before he decided to come up the stairs. I headed straight for my bedroom and shut the door quietly. Scrambling around, I slid the wet panties off and went into my bathroom where I washed off. I felt a slight tingle of guilt, but damn it was wonderful. I hadn’t came like that in years. Crawling into bed, I slept like a baby. I awoke the next morning at 10am to find my husband beside me snoring. Sneering slightly, I turned to face the wall. Chris and Bram had already left for practice and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I knew that Jim would also be heading out to do whatever he does on the weekends not long after he woke up. Sure enough, before 2pm Jim was gone. Bram and Chris came in not too long after his departure. Bram got a shower and then retreated to his room to change clothes. “Chris...do you want to ride with me to the store or get a shower first?” Bram yelled into the living room where Chris was watching tv. “Um...I think I’ll go ahead and get a shower first. You can go ahead and go to the store while I’m in there. I don’t mind.” He answered. “You sure?” Bram questioned. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Chris collected an arm full of clothes and headed into the bathroom while I sat at the kitchen table reading some more of my book. I thought nothing else of it really. Bram pulled out of the driveway and I glanced up to see his car heading down the street moments later. My attention was once more focused on the book. My direct line of focus with the happenings in the book were suddenly broken by a soft noise coming from the bathroom. Even over the water beating down in the shower, I could hear heavy breathing coming from the bathroom. Once again a fire rose up in my belly and spread between my thighs like a wildfire. I crept up to the bathroom door and listened. Sure enough I was getting a repeat of last night. I couldn’t bear it again. I listened for a few more moments before quietly turning the door knob. Through the frosted glass of the sliding shower door, I could clearly see him masturbating. I threw my dress over my head and shimmed out of my panties. As he turned his back to the shower door without noticing me, I slid the door open. Chris jumped looking extremely startled. “Shhh.” I put my finger to my lips while stepping into the shower with him. His eyes moved up and down my body and I watched them cloud over with lust. His cock stood out in front of his proudly. Timidly he reached for my breast. I placed my hand over his and guided him right to it. I took his lips hungrily with my own, my tongue pushing into his mouth and seeking his. “Fuck me.” I moaned against his ear upon pulling away. Cupping my bottom in his hands, he pressed me against the wall and lifted me. If felt the fat, round head of his cock pushing against my opening and stretching me. I cried out in pleasure and pain as he forced it in, filling me with every inch. He rocked back and forth against me slowly. I knew the time he was taking was to hold off his own orgasm, but I knew way he threaded himself into me slowly and deeply was going to quickly be my own undoing. With each thrust, I could feel him filling me and pressing against my swollen clit. One circular motion of his hips, that’s all it took. It felt as though he massaged my inner walls with his well rounded erection. Heat rushed over me instantly and I cried out with release, flooding around him as he thrust deeply into me once more before he almost screamed with orgasm. I felt his cock jumping as his seed pumped into me in generous spurts. Breathlessly, we looked at one another and smiled. It was obvious to us both now that we had both wanted this really badly. We washed off quickly together and then got out of the shower. I retreated to my bedroom where I dressed so that we would not be discovered. Not long afterwards, Bram came home. “Chris, you ready? You have to be home at four, right?” He asked loudly when coming in. “Yeah, I do. Let me get my stuff together.” Chris yelled while walking towards Bram’s room. Passing by my bedroom door, he winked at me. I smiled back at him secretively. As they were about to leave, Chris stopped at the front door with Bram. “Thanks for having me over, Mrs. Parkins.” He batted his large brown puppy dog eyes at me and I melted. “It was a pleasure.” I smiled warmly at him. “Come back again...soon.” When the two turned to walk out, I lightly grazed my hand across Chris’ bottom. He turned and winked at me once more before walking out to the car. I couldn’t wait until their next basketball practice. A Special Weekend With Alexis It was one of those magical times that so rarely happen. Alexis and I finally had some time together alone. Both our families and significant others were safely tucked away for the weekend, the whole weekend. It was magical because we would actually have an extended period of time alone together. Alexis is my twenty-four year-old virgin girlfriend. I am a fifty-six year-old law professor, married for thirty-two years. I also have a private criminal defense law office where Alexis and I usually meet. Alexis and I have been having this very sexual relationship secretly for almost two years. Secrecy was necessary because of my wife and family as well as Alexis’ boyfriend and her family. Alexis is a trial advocacy student of mine; we spent too much time too close together, and one thing led to another. She is, at least in my mind, ravishing. She is tall with a good figure, large firm breasts, a narrow waist and long shapely legs. She has a long mane of heavy, wavy, dirty-blond hair. She does not have a classically beautiful face, but she does have intense blue eyes and a killer smile. She is very conservative by nature in her clothing and her behavior. She is also very self-confident. Thank goodness she has the self-respect to distain tattoos, body piercing and other attention-getting body decor. Generally, she is aloof from the pranks of her less mature classmates. She also doesn’t take any shit from anyone, including me. Life has been kind to me. I grew up with the proverbial silver spoon, private school, country club, summer camp, beach houses, Gucci loafers, debutante parties and absolutely no direction in life. After college, and still without direction, I got into a top ten law school where I spent three years absorbing as much knowledge in class as I could without actually opening a book. Now, thirty-some years later, I have developed my own niche in the world, a criminal defense trial lawyer and professor of trial advocacy. I am real good at it. It comes easily to me. I got married while school. My wife’s family was also wealthy, and when her parents died, she became the beneficiary of several substantial trust funds. I love her and care for her very much, but over the last thirty years, her interest in sex has dwindled completely. In spite of that, our financial, personal and social lives are so intertwined that even during our worst arguments, divorce was never a realistic thought. For the most part, I have been faithful, but recently, I have become increasingly aware of my own advancing age and the increasing unavailability of the bright and tender young things that fill the halls of the law school. I have become almost obsessed with the reality that young beautiful women have no interest in sharing themselves with me. I am not the handsome older-stud-type with silver hair and a great tan you see on daytime TV. I don’t take very good care of myself. Well, actually I take very good care of myself, if you count being overly self-indulgent as “taking good care”. I drink too much bourbon and wine, smoke very strong handmade cigars, never exercise, unless you call sailing exercise. In spite of that, I have all my hair, with only a little grey at the temples, and no wrinkles. My aging contemporaries complain I haven’t aged in the last fifteen years. I am a little overweight, but that is well hidden by custom tailored suits and trousers. In my private practice, I try a lot of cases, all are criminal defense. I win most of them. That has given me somewhat of a dangerous, but useful, reputation. My fees are high and my clients struggle to make sure I get paid. My students are quite successful in mock trial competitions on a regional and national level, and they get very good offers from big litigation firms when they graduate. Accordingly, competition among students to get into my trial advocacy program is fierce, but that doesn’t necessarily depend just on grades and class rank. My students are hand picked for their personality, ability and presence. My wife and twenty year-old daughter accuse me of being arrogant and intimidating, especially to the young men who buzz around my daughter like honey bees. I probably am; I do not suffer fools lightly and I will not tolerate second best for her. God forbid that she should end up with someone like me. Then again, I couldn’t be that bad though; all of her girlfriends flirt with me and hug me whenever they see me. I guess they enjoy attracting the attention of someone who scares the piss out of their boyfriends. I guess Alexis was first attracted to me because I was her mentor school. She is exceptionally bright and will become a gifted trial lawyer. I even had her assist me with a lengthy murder trial. I didn’t really need any help, but I enjoyed having her near me and whispering in her ear during trial. Everyone else thought I was just conferring on strategy, I was really whispering to her that I wanted to kiss her breasts or lick her pussy. That drove her nuts and made her a little miffed at me. With no real experience, she was struggling to pay attention and learn. I disrupted her concentration. She has not yet learned to think on multiple levels at the same time. She will learn. When she does, she will be formidable. I guess my affair with Alexis first started with hugs of support and congratulations at her successes in mock trials. Then, she seemed to be finding excuses to be around me, to visit my office at school. Each time there were hugs. I really looked forward to that; it wasn’t everyday that I had a pair of the world’s most perfect breasts thrust hard against my chest. Eventually, she made an appointment to visit my private office on what seemed to me like an obvious and flimsy pretext. I made sure it was after-hours and that my secretary would have left for the day. Considering the nature of my practice and clientele, I am not in the habit of hugging people in my office, particularly in front of my secretary. When Alexis arrived, she looked very sporty in a striped boat neck blouse and khakis. She actually wore Weejun penny loafers, with pennies in the slots. I hadn’t seen a woman wear those in years. My wife wore those when we met in college in the late 60’s. They were considered old fashioned and very preppie, as in went to prep school, even back then. It gave me a nostalgic moment before I focused on Alexis. I sensed that she was uneasy so I offered to rub her shoulders. Few women can turn having their shoulders rubbed by a friend or lover. I didn’t know it then, but that is very erotic for her. After a few moments, she turned and hugged me tightly for quite a while. I enjoyed feeling her firm young breasts pressed against me. I backed away slightly. Our faces were very close. Our lips were only a few inches apart. I was nervous as hell. I mean, I may be a cocky trial lawyer, but I was also a middle-aged man and certainly not the usual fare for smart and very attractive young women. Also, I can’t stand the idea of personal rejection or, even worse, being thought of as an old fool. Trembling with desire and expectation, I threw caution to the wind; chances like this were not going to come my way very often. Very softly, I asked, “May I kiss you?” Even softer, she replied, “Yes.” We kissed, softly at first, then she backed off and said, “Oh, my God! I can’t believe I just kissed a married man.” I kissed her again, this time she kissed me back hard, with a growing passion. My heart was pounding. Our bodies were together. Her pelvis was pressed against mine, her thighs were pressed against mine. I reached up and felt her breast. She didn’t flinch. Through the fabric of her shirt and bra, I could feel her nipple begin to harden. I scratched at it with my fingernail. I felt it harden even more. Alexis gave a deep gasp and held me tighter against her. Then, in a really bold move, I put my hand under her shirt and around her back and with a quick pinch of my fingers, her bra came undone. Some things are like riding a bicycle, once you learn the one-hand bra release technique, it is never forgotten. Thanks to a fine misspent youth, I was back in the game. I reached around to her front and gently cupped her naked breast with my hand. There is a thrill that comes with the first touch of a perfect breast. It made me breathless. I pulled her shirt and bra over her head, leaving her naked to the waist. Her breasts were magnificent, truly magnificent, fully rounded, heavy, creamy white, with hard pink nipples protruding. I brought them to my lips, devouring them. They were very sensitive. As I sucked, licked and nibbled on her nipples, Alexis moaned and drew in her breath. As I continued, her knees almost buckled. As I came to discover, Alexis’ breasts were incredibly sensitive. I was on a roll. I reasoned, don’t stop now. I tried to unbutton her khakis, but she stopped me, softly saying “No”. In such matters I had come to realize that “No” may actually mean no, or it may actually mean, no, not yet. I prefer the latter. If I was ever going to get at her pussy with her pants on, it wasn’t going to be from the front. That is when I found out how sensitive her back was. I stood behind her, pressing my enraged cock into her butt and kissing her shoulders and neck from behind. She loved being approached from the rear. My arms went around her and massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. She moaned and almost collapsed. She whispered hoarsely, “Harder, I like it harder, a lot harder.” I pinched her nipples very hard and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. She let out a sharp gasp and her head fell backward onto my shoulder. Her knees almost buckled beneath her. That’s when she reached back with one hand and grabbed my cock through my pants. Taking that as a very good sign, I lowered one of my hands from her breast, down across her stomach, and tucked my fingers under the waistband of her pants and into her panties. Her lower stomach muscles quivered at my touch. I continued to kiss the nape of her neck. My one hand pinched her nipples. My fingers went lower. She was completely smooth shaven. Her smooth, soft, warm pussy welcomed my fingers. She was very wet by the time I first touched her lips. My fingers rubbed between the slippery lips of her pussy. I rubbed lightly over the small nub of her clitoris. She started making sharp moaning sounds and soon cried out and then collapsed into my arms. She had just experienced a very quick and violent orgasm. It was several moments before she could stand on her own again. She must have been very nervous and completely primed by when she first walked through my door. That was as far as it went that day. But, on her next visit, a week later, after an initial embrace and some passionate kisses, she kneeled before me and unbuckled my pants. She unzipped me and lowered my pants to the floor. I kicked them off. This was incredible. I was standing in front of an exciting and beautiful young blonde who was pulling down my boxer shorts. My cock popped out hard and aimed directly at her lips. Alexis started stroking my cock with one hand and gently feeling my balls and between my thighs and butt cheeks with her other hand. Soon she took me into her mouth with such eager enthusiasm, and with such loving attention and reverence, that I could not demean that act by calling it a blowjob. She took me deep, completely inside her mouth and throat. I could feel the rough taste buds of her tongue on the tender underside of my cock as she slid me in and out of her mouth. She was very good at this and took her time, bringing me to the brink and then letting me down. She did this several times until I was ready to explode. As I got closer, I began to worry about whether she would want me to come in her mouth. Finally, I just said, “I am about to come.” Actually, I didn’t just say it, I sort of panted-squeaked it out. I didn’t have to tell her, she already knew very well that I was about to come. As it happened, instead of speeding up, she slowed down so that my orgasm was extended far longer than any that I had ever had control over myself. As I was just about to come, she began tickling my asshole with her fingers. I almost fell over. It was the most incredible sensation that I can ever remember having. It was even better than the first time that I jerked off as a little kid. Everything just sort of went black as I shot my wad into her warm sucking mouth. After I came, she didn’t stop, she continued to suck me softly and kiss my cock until I was completely limp. Then she stood up, threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. That’s when I realized that Alexis really enjoyed oral sex. My wife never embraced it any more than she did taking out the garbage. She never took out the garbage either. Consequently, our sex life tended to be missionary style. Alexis was totally different. Once, she misjudged how close I was to coming and lifted her head up to get some of her hair out of the way. Her other hand was around my cock as I came and then there was sperm all over my stomach. Without missing a beat, she greedily slurped and licked me clean as if she was a little kid licking chocolate icing from a desert plate. That second visit was when she nervously told me that she was still a virgin. She was afraid that I would be angry with her for coming on to me and leading me on, only to have her back out of actual intercourse. Is she nuts? A fifty-six year-old man who is having incredible oral sex with an attractive and voluptuous twenty-four year-old is not going to complain. Certainly not this one. Alexis and I began meeting at my office once a week. My private law office occupies a small, hundred and fifty year-old, two-and-a-half story brick townhouse. There is a parking lot in the rear, behind a small yard and garden. Alexis would park in the back parking lot and phone me to make sure that I was alone. I made sure the front door was locked and the “Closed” sign was displayed in the window. I would watch her walk through the garden before opening the back door, and welcoming her into my arms. We would go upstairs where I had a private office and sitting room, complete with full sized sofa. Alexis would always take off her shoes first. Then, we would kiss. We would kiss hard and passionately. I would feel her breasts and her hard nipples. Clothing would come off quickly until we were both naked. Then, we would make full use of the sofa. Alexis is a virgin because she and her long-term boyfriend, Bob, an MBA type who is her age, are saving themselves for marriage. I have never understood that. I have been subtly trying to get her to give herself to me first for a long time. She is persistent, I’ll give her that. So am I. I write these stories to entice her to submit to my charms. So far, I have not been successful. Oh, we have sex and lots of it, just not vaginal intercourse. We have also fallen in love with each other, pretty seriously in love. That has made things a lot more complicated. Recently, Alexis has been telling me that her boyfriend Bob has been getting more serious about settling down and that a formal engagement between them may soon be forthcoming. That would be the end of our sexual relationship. Even though I believe in my heart that she has come to love me more than Bob, I have long known that it must end someday. However, I cannot quite reconcile my own position in the equation. If she was so much in love with Bob, why did she seek me out. I have come to the conclusion that there are qualities in me that are seriously lacking in Bob. I know we could be happy together, but it would never work. I am seriously married. I can’t give her any future. Even if I was single and available, her family and friends would disown her if they found out she was having an affair with someone older than her father. She is young and needs their emotional support. As for me, I am of the age and status in life that I can just tell anyone to fuck-off. Alexis has always felt guilty about our affair and she is terrified that Bob may find out about it. To say that he would not be understanding is to abuse understatement. He would walk out of her life forever. She has dated him for years and they have long assumed that they would one day be married. Their families were both very supportive of the union. For Alexis, it was her hope at happiness with someone she loved. She has tried to end our affair several times, but every time we are together there are always sparks and fireworks. We always end up in each other’s arms, and then we would be naked, touching, sucking, licking and probing. We have been unable keep our passion for each other at bay. I certainly never wanted to. I really need Alexis in my life. I treasure her. But, I can’t put her into a position where she becomes engaged with me still in her life. When she does become engaged, I must bow out. Her guilt would be overwhelming if I didn’t. Until then, I happily take the position that she is fair game. Fortunately, she has agreed with my position. We have been physically intimate for almost two years now. It has been the most exciting and rewarding period of my life. I have found a person whom I love so strongly, so intensely, that I will give her up, for her sake, when the time comes. I will let her go for her own happiness and for the sake of her future. When, and if, that time comes, I will be sad for myself, but happy for her. I will have the many delicious memories of our times together. I have saved many of our e-mail letters; and I have the dream world of the stories I have written to her. I will also have the one story that she promised months ago to write for me. It has taken her an awfully long time to finish that story. I believe that she has been unable to finish that story because it was her emotional link to our intimate sexual past and present. We both know that she couldn’t try to put me out of her mind while still writing a story for me that graphically expresses our love, desire and passion. In fact, we have agreed that it is unrealistic for us to attempt to end our sexual relationship until that story is completed and delivered. Until then, we will continue our sexual relationship. I have jokingly told her the story must be at least a thousand pages long. But, back to the weekend. It was early in September, the weather still mild and warm, but there was a freshness in the air. The first vestiges of fall had yet to make an appearance. The foliage was still lush from the summer’s growth and hid the back of my house from my neighbors. You could sit outside on the patio and look out onto a dense forest of green. I left the office early on Friday to go shopping and make sure the house was clean and orderly for her arrival. I also wanted to have all of the dinner preliminaries completed before her arrival. Alexis was going to stop off at her house on the way home from school to pick up some things for the weekend and then join me at my house. I straightened up the house and started dinner. It would be simple enough. I wanted to have only things that Alexis really liked. A bottle of Tanqueray gin was resting comfortably in the freezer along with two martini glasses. For snacks, I put out a bowl of salted peanuts mixed with white raisins, and I had some Crabbies ready for the oven. Crabbies are simple; the mix of jumbo lump crabmeat and sharp cheddar cheese on pieces of English muffin comes out of the oven golden-brown, toasty and rich with the flavor of cheese and crab. Dinner would start with a cup of creamy smooth Vichyssoise, served cold and topped with chopped scallions and a little fresh grated nutmeg. I had a nice sauvignon blanc in the wine cooler to go with the soup. I planned to grill a very fresh piece of wild North Atlantic salmon over a charcoal and hickory chip fire. I had whipped up some Béarnaise sauce from scratch, complete with fresh tarragon from my garden, to top off the salmon and we would have some steamed baby spinach on the side. A salad of ruby red grapefruit and romaine lettuce with poppy seed dressing rounded out the dinner. I found some wonderfully crusty, chewy bread from an Italian bakery in South Philadelphia. A good bottle of pinot noir was open on the table. A Special Weekend George was out of the pool by the time she regain consciousness. "Must have been good." "The best ever." " Come on," said George and he reached down to help her up. "I've been wanting to climb in your saddle ever since you married into the family. Lets go in the house so we can do this right. He led her to his bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She spread her legs and said, "Come on George, climb on and see if I can make you feel as good as you did me. He knee walked up between her spread thighs. He sucked her breast before he kissed her. The tip of his cock was resting at the mouth of her cunt. He slowly pushed the head into her hot wet box. "Take it slow till I get use to such a large cock." He started slow, a little in and pull out. The next time a little farther and pull out. He had about 6 inches in when she climaxed again. As she started Cumming she locked her legs around his ass and pulled all of him in. He bottomed out as her climax hit its peak. He stopped moving and just held all 10 inches buried in her cunt. He waited until she started to recover before moving again. Rita could not believe that he had not cum; Tim would have blown his load when she came. George started fucking in and out. As he got closer to cumming the faster he moved. She stayed right with him, riding his cock with every stroke. "I'm about ready to cum, he said where do you want it?" " She was panting for breath as she said "Give me everything you have, I want to feel your cum as it shoots up in me!" Faster and faster they went. She was cumming again and this time he went with her. He buried his cock as far in her as he could get and let the cum shoot into her. They rested and had a light lunch then went back to fucking the rest of the afternoon. She gave him a blowjob like he had never had before. "I never knew fucking my father could be this good. If I had we wouldn't have wasted so much time." I knew fucking my daughter would be good, I just didn't think it would ever happen." "What is going to happen now? Now that I know how good this is I will never be satisfied with just Tim." "We will find a way to get together. The idea of you being my son's wife is quite a turn on. As hot as you are any man would want to fuck you. I'm just glad it's me. They fucked away the rest of the afternoon in every position either had ever tried. They even had one go at a 69, which was a first for either of them. Late in the afternoon George was on his back on a lounge chair. Rita was standing straddle of him with her cunt at the head of his prick. She lowered her cunt on his upright cock until she was sitting completely over his cock. She had had his cock in her cunt so many times today that even as large as he was there wasn't any pain as he stretch her cunt once again. George played with her tits while she worked her cunt up and down over his hard cock. Neither one saw Tim watching from the door. He had been there when she lowered herself on his cock. He watched a while longer before he turned and left the house. They were busy so they wouldn't mind if he was a little late getting home. Tim opened the door to the motel room and the lady was waiting for him. She was already on the bed; naked as the day she was born. Tim smiled, He was happy for the first time since he turned 18. He had suggested that Rita go to his fathers while he and his mother was away from home. He was hoping that they would get together and that is what happened. He turned back to the woman, as his cock sank into her hot cunt it was the first time he didn't feel like he was cheating on his father. His mother wrapped her arms around him and pulled him deeper into her cunt. Maybe someday he may let the others in on his secret.