0 comments/ 292130 views/ 19 favorites Sweet Memory By: handsomeman One day my mom and I were returning from a party. It was being the month of October, the climate outside was quite pleasant. It was about 11 pm and the roads were almost deserted. Having taken couple of drinks in the party both mom and myself were enjoying our company in the car while driving. Suddenly, I could feel that the front tyre of my car having puncture. I therefore, stopped the car and checked the tyre. It had indeed gone flat. So, I decided to replace the tyre and pulled out the jack and started putting below the car. mommy in the meanwhile stood next to me watching me replace the flat tyre. Though there was no street light nearby but, being previous day of full moon day the light outside was quite romantic. Mom was looking quite sexy as she was wearing a sky blue chiffon saree and a matching sleeveless blouse with matching make-up. She had tied her saree below the navel exposing her flat belly. She was wearing a high heel sandal and was looking really quite gorgeous in the moonlight. Within couple of minutes I could feel one Ceilo car passing us in full speed. But, the car stopped with screeching sound of tyres. The car came back in reverse and stopped near us. One gentleman dressed neatly stepped out and asked me, "Hello, is your car developed some problem?" "Yeah, I had a flat tyre and I am replacing it." I said. "Do you need our help?" the man asked. In the meantime, two more young gentlemen in their mid twenties stepped out of car. They were all neatly dressed and looked quite gentlemen like. I said, "No, thank you I can manage." The second person however intervened and insisted for assisting me in replacing the tyre. I also seeing their gentleman behaviour agreed. One of the men helpled in replacing the tyre. In fact, he only did the entire job. Meanwhile, his other friends were busy in talking to me and Mom. They asked about us and from where we were coming etc. I explained whole of the episode. While talking to them I could feel that they were eying at Mom. Infact, their gentleman behaviour did not help me stop their free talking to mom. Even mom also after initial hesitation started talking freely to them with laughter whenever they cut jokes. Once the job of replacing the tyre was over, mom took out the water bottle inside the car and helped both of us to wash our hands. mom and myself thanked them for their timely help and told them to visit our house sometimes and gave them my business card. One of them took my card and said "Yeah, certainly we will do" and started to their car. Mom and myself also got into the car and started the engine. Suddenly, I could observe that two of the men who had helped us rushed to our car and stood next to the doors. One of them was having a revolver in his hand and the other a knife whose the blade was shining in the moonlight. Both mom and myself were terrified. The man holding revolver put the pistol to my head and asked me stop the engine. I obliged to his orders. "Why? what is the matter?" I asked him. "Madam, please come out of the car" he told mom in hard voice. "Why? what to you want? mom asked. "Don't worry. We won't harm you, if you follow our instructions" he said. mom came out of car. The person holding the knife told her to get into their car. Meantime the man holding the pistol got inside my car and occupied seat next to me. I could see mom getting into the back seat of their car and the man holding the knife sat in front seat. "Okay, now follow our car" said man sitting next to me. I followed his instruction. They started their car and I started following their car. After travelling some distance their car was stopped in an isolated place. The person driving their car came to me. He ordered me to move to the back seat. I followed his instructions. He tied my hands with a rope and also made me blindfolded. Soon I could makeout my car moving. We kept on travelling for about 45 minutes. The car stopped and the person driving my car got out and guided me into a house. Once entering the house, he removed the blindfold. I could see that I was in a palatial house, with marble floor and exquisite furnishings. I could make out that there was no one except us. I could also see mom sitting on the sofa with a scarf tied on her eyes. They had also tied her hands. Mom little terrified asked one of the men standing nearby "What do you want? why you have brought us here. If you want our ornaments or money please take them and leave us." "Madam, don't worry. We don't want your ornaments or money. We want you. If you oblige us we'll not harm you otherwise we don't mind killing both of you" "No..you can't do that" mom said in a trembling voice. "Then you just watch how we will kill your son" said the guy holding the gun and came near me. "No...No...please don't harm him.." said mom. "Then please co-operate with us, we'll not harm your son said one of the guy. mom kept silent. After couple of minutes the men asked us to move upstairs. We entered one of rooms which had centre table and sofa set with nice carpeting done. "Now relax. If you co-operate with us we will not do anything , otherwise we don't mind killing both of you after fulfilling our desires" said one of the guys. I felt it is better not to do anything nonsense, so I told mom to follow their instructions. mom though was scared yet she agreed with my suggestion. After few minutes they untied our hands. Meantime, one of the guys brought scotch whiskey and glasses. They made drinks and gave one glass each to all. When they offered glass to mom, she refused. Then one of the guy said, "Madam, we know that you have taken some drinks already, then why do you refuse now." "No, I don't want to have it now" mom said. "Then, we will force you to have it." said one of the guy in harsh voice and moved and sat next to her and took the glass and holding her with his left hand tried forcing her to drink. Mom initially resisted but seeing the situation started having the drink. "That's nice" said one guy and others laughed. While we were having drinks the guy sitting next to mom put his hands across her shoulders and started caressing her bare arms. Others including me were watching his acts. In the meantime, one guy suggested the other to put on a blue film on the video. Others agreed to his suggestion and soon one of the guy put a casette in the video. They had a nice blue film. All of us including mom started watching it. While watching the film guy sitting next to mom started moving his hands on her boobs from outside the blouse. He also started kissing her cheeks and neck. Mom though was showing some signs of resistance but knowing fully well that she is helpless, she started allowing the guy to fondle with her. The guy suddenly held her saree and pulled it. The saree came out of the pin fixed to mom's blouse. Mom tried covering her chest with her hands. Looking at her big bust one guy said, "Wow, she has lovely bust yaar. Remove her blouse also." The guy put his hand on the front of her blouse and pulled it. The blouse got torn and her boobs wearing red coloured bra were exposed. The other guys enjoyed the sight and laughed. The guy pulled out mom's bouse. Mom was sitting on the sofa with her bra and saree on her lower portion of her body. Mom got up and wanted to move out of the hands of the guy sitting next to her. The guy however held the saree. That made mom to lose her balance and fell to the floor on the carpet. The guy pulled out her saree forcibly. I could make out that mom was intoxicated and was not able to stand properly. The other guy who was watching the action so far moved to mom and fell on her body and started kissing her. Others started enjoying with laugh. The guy held her tightly and started kissing her passionately and started caressing her thighs. While doing so, mom's petticoat moved up exposing her lovely and shapely legs. The other man watching the scene said, "What lovely legs she has yaar. Ask her to show her body to us." "Yeah, that's right." said guy lying on mom and got up and made mom to get up from the floor. Mom was not able to stand properly and came near my chair and stood next to me taking the support of the chair. I touched her with affection and pressed her hands. Since, mom did not undress one of the guy came and took out knife and said, "Whether you will undress yourself or should I undress you?" "No, I won't undress" mom said with resistance. The guy holding knife put the sharp edge of knife below her red bra and snapped it between her two boobs. The bra got cut between her both the boobs and the bra got slipped from her shoulders. Mom held her both her voluptous boobs with her cupped hands. All the guys liked it and laughed. "Wow, what fantastic tits she has yaar!" said one of the guys. "Show me her pussy also yaar!" said another guy. The guy holding knife put the blade below her petticoat thread and snapped it. Mom's petticoat slid to the ground exposing her lovely thighs and legs. As she was wearing a fancy panty inside she looked quite sexy in that posture. Her hairs which were let loose were flowing across her shoulders. Mom still stood holding her boobs with the cupped hands. One of the guy watching all this got up and grabbed mom from the back and started kissing her neck and cheeks. Suddenly, the guy holding knife put his knife and snapped the both sides of her panty. The panty fell to the ground. That exposed her pubic which was clean without any hairs. It looked to me that she had shaved her pubic same day and may be she wanted to give surprise of her clean pussy to me that night. But, the guys had the pleasure of seeing her neat and clean pussy. The guys loved to watch her clean pussy. Mom removed one of her hands from the boob and tried covering her pussy. That exposed her one of the tits. Mom was looking quite sexy in that posture. Her exposed breast looked quite firm and lovely shape. The guys grabbing mom put his hand and squeezed her exposed breast. Mom made a shrieking sound. "Don't make sounds, otherwise we will have to close your mouth and still enjoy you" said the guy holding knife. Mom became quiet. She removed her other hand also and put it on her pussy. Now, both of her boobs were fully exposed. The guy holding her put his hand on her both the boobs and started kneading them. He also caressed her waist and sides of her thigh. While doing so he was kissing her neck and cheeks intermittently. All of us were watching the scene while hot scenes were going on the tv screen. "Now, come on suck my cock" said the guy holding knife and unzipped his trousers. Within minutes he removed his trouser and shirt and stood only on the brief. "Come on!!!" he said in harsh voice and stood infront of her. Mom with a fear in her eyes kneeled before him and with trembling hands pulled down his brief. The guy had a strong and muscular body. His dick was quite long and had become erect. He held mom's hairs and pulled her mouth to his cock. Mom took the guys cock inside her mouth and started sucking it. She sucked his cock forgetting everybody around us. All of us were watching her sucking scene with apt attention. I could make out, soon mom also forgot everything and continued sucking his cock. While sucking mom looked at me and smiled showing her liking for it. I also smiled and gave her indication to continue without any resistance. mom continued her act. She started biting his cock. The guy was enjoying her suck. He kept moaning "She is a fantastic sucker yaar!! She is too good." While she was sucking him the other guys also removed their dresses and stood stark naked. I could see all of them had strong body and had stout cocks. Mom looked at their cocks and smiled. One of the guy standing next to her said, "What madam, do you like our dicks or not?" mom looked at the guy and smiled. The guy also smiled and said, "Yaar let us not handle her roughly. She seems liking our company" "Is it?" said one who had shoved his cock inside mom's mouth. Mom looked at him and smiled. "Then c'mon let's enjoy" said the guy and made mom to lie on the carpet. Once mom lay on the carpet he came in between her thighs and guided the 'head' of his long penis inside her pussy. Feeling her wet but tight pussy he yelled, "Wow, she has really become hot yaar! She has lovely cunt. I love fucking her" and continued shoving his tool inside her box. While he was shoving his dick, the other guy got near her head and pushed his cock inside her mouth. Mom took his cock inside her mouth and started sucking it. This guy had a thick and stout but small cock. I could see his cock hardly fit in her wide mouth. Still, she took it in her mouth and started sucking it. She moved her toungue on his balls and made him excited. The guy loved her suck. "You are right yaar, she is fantastic" and smiled at his other friend. Within minutes I could see the guy who was fucking my mom started giving quick thrusts inside her box. Whenever, he thusted his dick mom made moaning sounds. The sight was quite exciting and erotic. I started enjoying the sight. Within few minutes the guys changed their position. The guy with thick and stout cock laid back on the floor and asked mom to come on him and take his shaft. Since, mom had become fully 'hot' without showing any resistance climbed on him and held his cock in her hand and guided inside her 'honey pot'. She had to press hard to take his cock inside her hot and wet pussy. From her facial expression I could make out that she was deriving immense pleasure while taking his thick rod. Once she could put his cock inside, she started moving her pelvis and enjoying his fuck. She was really deriving full pleasure from the act. Mom looked at me for a while. I was quite excited seeing the erotic scene and I was busy in titillating my cock. Mom smiled at me. I asked her, "Mom are you enjoying it?" "Yeah, darling I'm really enjoying" said mom. Hearing her words, the guys laughed and said, "Then come on all us enjoy it fully." They asked me also to join the orgy. I also removed my dresses. My cock also had become erect. While one guy was busy fucking my mom, I gave my cock in her mouth. I shoved my cock sitting at her head and started caressing her tits. Mom took my cock and started sucking it with great pleasure. I could see the three guys changing one after the other and fucking mom with immense pleasure. Fair and lovely looking mom made all the guys very excited and giving their best performance in fucking her. Though it was a forcible sex, but still all of us including mom enjoyed it. All the guys including me fucked my mom one after the other. Mom seemed having multiple orgasms which was quite evident whenever she moaned with great pleasure. During the process of 'rape' we all tried allmost all the postures. Since, mom had secretly expressed her desire for 'sandwich' posture earlier, I thought of trying the same. So, I asked the guy with long tool whether he would like to fuck her arse. He said he would love to fuck her arse. So, I asked him to apply some greasy thing to his cock and her arse. He fetched a cold cream bottle and greased his tool with 'cold cream'. He also applied cream to her arse and made it greasy by shoving his finger inside. Mom liked it and said to me "Darling I love you." I could make out from her words that she loved for my suggestion of fucking her arse. Once, the guy finished greasing her arse, he made mom to kneel before him and holding the head of his cock pushed it inside her arse. Mom felt his push inside her arse little painful. But, soon she started enjoying it. The guy pushed his long cock inside and started moving it back and forth. Whenever the guy pushed his hard cock after retrieving outside, mom moaned with great pleasure and said, "Fuck me hard..I love it... fuck me" The sight of the guy fucking her arse was terribly exciting. After couple of minutes, I told the guy "C'mon let's do the 'sandwich.'" He initially did not understand. I explained him the 'sandwich' posture. He was quite surprised and said, "Does your mom like it" "Oh, I love to do the 'sandwich', that has been my long outstanding fantasy" said mom. All the guys were amazed to hear her words. They said that they would also love to watch the position. So, I asked the guy to slowly lie down on the carpet keeping his cock inside moms's arse. Mom also slowly laid down on her side retaining the guy's cock inside her arse. I asked mom to fold her left leg across the legs of the guy. That exposed her pussy which was very eager to receive my cock. I stimulated her pussy particularly her clitoris with my fingers. She enjoyed the stimuli. In a sexy voice she said, "Jigar, put your dick inside my box. I am dying to have it in my hole.." Lying next to her, I put my erect cock inside her wet cunt and started stroking. The guy and me alternatively shoved our dicks inside her both the holes. The alternative rythm made mom mad with excitement. She started yelling, "Fuck me hard..both of you.. fuck me hard..." The other two guys were watching the 'sandwich' with great fun. I could see, them masturbating watching the position. After few minutes, I asked "Honey, are you enjoying it" Mom said, "Jigar, it is indeed very much enjoying.. I love it.. continue till I come out" she said in sexy and passionate voice. The guy and myself fucked her arse and cunt simultaneously for about five minutes. Suddenly, the guy expressed that he is about to come out. mom also said, "Yeah, I am also about to come, both of you fuck me hard and all of us will have simultaneous release..." I also made my self ready for simultaneous release and started fucking her hard. When the guy also pushed his tool hard inside, mom screamed with pleasure "Yeah...Yeah...I'm cumming.. I'm cumming.. fuck me hard.. harder..." and soon all three of relaeased our cums simultaneously. Mom screamed in sexy voice "Oh...God.. that was fantastic... I love it... that's too good.." The guy and my self also enjoyed the moment very much. The guy said, "Really, you are a fantastic lay. I loved fucking you. My wife also never gave such pleasure so far.." he said. "You are married? I thought you are unmarried. You have such a hard and long cock your wife must be really enjoying it." mom said. "No, madam. She doesn't give such a pleasure. She is little old fashioned. She even doesn't suck my cock." the guy said. "Okay, never mind. My cunt and arse really relished your dick today." Listening to her words one of the other guy said,"You are really sexy and fantastic lay, Madam." "Oh thank you very much. But, you have torn my bra and blouse what should I wear now?" mom asked. "Sorry, Madam. We will give you a new dress." said one guy and brought a skirt and top from the cup-board. mom had a nice wash and dressed up in skirt and top. As it was 2 am in the morning, mom and myself decided to stay there only till morning and then leave. Mom agreed. The guys made both of us to sleep seperately in one of the neatly done bedrooms and they slept in other bedroom. When we retired to the bed, I asked Mom, "Mom, did you really enjoy the 'rape'?" "Yeah, darling. It was really a great experience. All three of them had good cocks. I enjoyed very much their fuck" said mom. "And how was the 'sandwich'?" I asked her. "Oh, that was too good. That guy has really a cock meant for 'sandwich'" said mom. "Should we call him to our house some other time?" I asked her. she said, "I really love to have him. He is really fantastic." In the morning, we got up late due to tiring sexercise previous night. The same guy whose dick mom had liked came to our room with bed tea. Mom and myself made him to sit. I expressed the desire of mom and told him not to inform his friends. He agreed and gave his contact numbers. He said he is really happy to know this as he said, she was a good bed partner. After that he left our room thanking us. Sweet Memory George opened the door to his home, a quaint house set back behind a lawn among the bigger multi-dwelling houses around. The console table with the silver plate for the keys and photo of the couple in an intimate embrace was as untouched as the rest of the house. A gentle breeze came from the open kitchen window. The kitchen was empty. At the center was a big rustic farm house style table, which had its surface scratched up by a million prep knife slice marks. The living room was silent with the big screen TV turned off and a blanket muddled on the empty couch. "Honey, I'm home." No response. He rapidly went up the stairs with the plush white carpeting that invited one to snuggle with the floor. The den under the roof had a flatly angled ceiling. It was a hangout spot with a big Western cow hide on the floor, leather cubes to sit on, game boards stowed in a tray, and an old guitar lying on the floor. Also partially lying on the floor was Liz. Her body was on the floor, and her torso was slumped over one of those seating cubes. She was wearing a turquoise oversized shirt and fluffy, wide drawstring pants. "Oh, sweetie..." He gently placed his palms on her slender shoulders and moved her body back to see her face. "George, you are here," exclaimed Liz with her eyes glowing and a smile on her pale face. She shivered gently in his hands like a vibrating cell phone. Thick droplets of sweat were on her chest. Completely oblivious to her state, Liz said, with a coquettish voice and smile, "I like you." "Liz, why are you up here? You haven't gone up the stairs in a long time." "Oh, I am up in the den. I don't know how I got here. All I know is that you woke me up. I love those full, dark red lips." "Your body is ice cold. We have to go to the hospital now." "Kiss me with those lips." George swiftly kissed her on her lips. The sensation of her small, soft pink lips on his imprinted itself on his mind, while he went to the bed room to get the ready bag with the tooth brush, a set of sweats, the stuffed mini turtle, and a book. He went back upstairs to get Liz. He lifted her up against his chest. She instinctively hugged him with her arms and snuggled her head against his. She was sitting on his right arm. Since she had lost thirty pounds, it had been a necessity to carry her for fast movement, and it had become easy to do so. Like a little kid riding on her dad's body, her body accompanied his movements. They got into a cab covered with advertising for Corona beer. The scratched up plastic screen separated them from the driver. "Mount Mary emergency room." The driver took a second look into the rear view mirror to appraise his passengers. The African fresh of the boat asked in his accent, "you no bleeding, hope not." "No, she is not bleeding," answered George sternly. The cabbie waved his left arm out of the window to accelerate into traffic. "I don't want to go to the hospital," screamed Liz. Her hands reached for the door handle. George quickly threw himself on top of her to reach her hand before the door could swing open into traffic. Liz's body jerked from her sobbing. Her face was instantly wet from tears. "I don't want to go." George took both her hands in his lap, and faced her with raised eye brows: "Honey, your body is so cold. Something is very wrong. We need a doctor." Liz was lost in her sobbing. George held her in her arms the best that he could, while his gray, somber face looked ahead. His gaze aimed through the open speaking window in the plastic screen, in between the two front seats, and through the windshield with permit stickers. The car bounced as they entered the emergency room driveway. A couple of discarded wheel chairs stood along the wall. The big red neon signs read "emergency room." George pushed the double doors open. The pale night light welcomed them. The triage nurse with happy rhinos painted on her scrubs sent them to registration. Registration had two chairs in front of a bullet proof window. The night clerk slipped a clip board through the horizontal slit. The clerk patiently waited for George to fill out the five page questionnaire and hand over the health insurance card and credit card. The clerk sternly reminded George that he was responsible for payment in full and not the insurance. Liz was a thin woman, lightly dozing off in the chair. Her hair was red, smooth, and long. Many very light brown freckles covered her face. She always had a cute expression on her face. It was a twinkle from her eyes and cheeks that suggested that she either saw something pretty or was up to something exciting. Her slender arms had a porcelain color and gentleness. Her fingers always had a soft wetness and slight clinginess to her touch. They walked in a slow shuffle, with Liz's feet dragging on the linoleum floor to the triage nurse. The floor was probably clean. However, the age of the hospital always made it seem scummy. The triage nurse was on a pedestal to oversee the waiting room. She had curly black hair. The triage nurse slowly walked in front of them into the bowels of the hospital. She had a bored swagger in her walk and was too tired to talk. "You'll be here for a while. Make yourself comfortable. The doctor will be with you in two or three hours." She left the couple in a small emergency bedroom. Liz crawled onto the bed with the railing and many adjustment levers. George sat down on a chair next to her and held her hand against his forehead, while he rested his head on the bed. The waiting time was long. There was no conversation. There were no idle thoughts. Their minds were too focused on the anticipation of the doctor. In a kind of stupor, the minutes passed, the quarter hours passed. The mind gently separated from the passage of time. The second hour left almost no memory. "I am hungry. Can you get me some food?" Liz was perked up on the bed with new life. George's face was sleepy. He revved himself up internally to stand up and leave the room. Walking down the ghostly night time hospital hallway, he found a closed concession stand. He found a nurse station. He asked about food. All the food had been closed. The nurse offered a box of blueberries that she had bought for herself. George gave her $5 for it. "Blueberries?! You bring me blueberries? They taste like ass. The chemo has shifted my sense of taste. They taste like ass." Liz paused. George had a look of silent defeat. That mischievous smile crawled across her face and lit up her eyes. George saw it and only shook his head in deeper defeat. "I mean that figuratively, because if they tasted literally of ass, I'd eat 'em. Oh, I love the taste of your ass. Such delicious memories of rimming you!" George silently thought to himself, anyone in an emergency room has carte blanche for any kind of behavior. They broke into a conversation of memories, of ocean vacations and rolling in the dunes, of riding bicycles through sunny, worry-free days, and a rented barn with hay for a weekend vacation. They talked of their dreams to build a Jacuzzi in the backyard and of having champagne parties in it. George got all chipper, talking. The blood rushed back into his face. He had curly hair and was the guy you wanted around a campfire in nature. He was tall and muscular. The business slacks and shirt fit his body well. The contour of his body made the clothing look outstanding. He had big cheeks. The doctor entered with a flying white coat and interrupted them. He walked around the bed, checked her lymph nodes under the chin, took her temperature, listened to her lungs, peeked into her mouth, and wrote on his clip board with a serious face. "We'll switch her medication. The side effects of her current medication clearly do harm. I will be back with a new prescription." And, then he left -- 300 seconds bedside, tops. The door was left ajar. George could hear the doctor talking outside with a colleague. "I am thinking of switching her from Gemazar to a double dose of Afinitor. Her temperature is crashing." "Sounds reasonable. Last week, we had to drop Mutamycin on a patient." The voice sounded, proud, and excited like a teenager about to attempt a stunt. "Dude, don't some patients gets blue eyes from Mut?" "Oh, yeah, she looked like an alien. We took some photos telling her that it was for a medical school." "Maybe I should inject some gold into my patient." The doctor's voice had dropped in a struggle to claim more authority in the one-upmanship game. "I don't think the insurance would care. It's a pretty cheap drug." George roused Liz to get out of bed. He whispered, "I am not okay with this doctor." Liz followed George pulled by her hand like a little girl tired after a long walk. The doctors raised their eyes as they passed, yet kept talking. The couple entered the elevator with two other doctors and stood in silence. Both doctors were facing the front of the elevator. "So, what courses are you going to sign up next semester?" "I really like respiratory. Right at the beginning of the patent visit, I put the breathing test equipment on their face. And then they can't talk anymore. I don't like people. That way, I can just do my medicine and don't have to deal with them." The elevator door opened on the third floor. George pulled Liz with even more vehemence to the chief's office. The assistant chief had them sit down in his room in front of his desk. The big medical books towered behind the assistant chief to give him more credibility. "Liz and George, I hear your complaints about the poor bedside manner. We only employ stellar doctors. However, we entered the territory of end of life care. The pancreatic cancer has progressed to a point where none of the drugs really make a difference anymore. Some doctors choose to experiment in a last dash effort to make a difference. However, it is really your choice of what you are going to do." "As much as I can advise you on the drug options, there also needs to be a conversation about end of life decisions. What can we do to make this life complete? For some people, it is very important to precisely arrange the funeral. For some people, it is very important to apologize and express their love to special people. Other people want to experience certain things in their life that they cherish one more time." "I can give you a cocktail of uppers that will give you pep to be clear-minded and strong for your final hours. Once you come down, the endocrine system will have been critically overexerted. I know this can be very shocking and traumatic. For the people who are left behind, it can take years to accept." After the conversation, the couple walked out of the hospital with a white paper bag that contained a new prescription. The streets were empty. Every once in a while, a car would drive down the street. The faint sound of the car would grow into the vivid details of the engine and tires, turn deeper as it passed them, and fade into the quiet of the night. Cars were parked at the side of the road with their owners sleeping nearby. The street lights patiently lit a cone of orange light. The sky was pitch-black without stars. They arrived at a night stand for cabs. A Ukrainian man leaning against the hood of the car folded his news paper and opened the door. Once they were at home, they fell asleep in their clothes. The arrival of daylight vaguely registered. Late morning, George notified his boss by e-mail that he would take a personal day. Around noon, Liz slipped out of the sheets to change into pajamas. In the afternoon, George wolfed down a sandwich and fed a few strawberries to sleeping Liz. Liz kept her eyes closed. George offered the fruit to her lips, which eventually opened. Once her tongue felt it, Liz chewed and swallowed. The last light of the day had a rousing effect. It was like a reminder to do something. They both had rested the whole day. They were sitting up in bed and looking out of the window to study the tree, its leaves, and its branching twigs. A mellow peaceful mood was in the room from the low-angle light that reflected on the wall. "Have sex with me." Silence. "Have sex with me. I am lucid. I'll prove it: Ask me in five minutes again. I am really coherent. I love your body. I want to experience it one last time." "Honey, I don't want to hurt you. Your body is so frail with all the weight that you lost." "I want to feel your hard cock raging inside of me." George's face looked apologetic and worried, "What if your body can't handle it anymore? You can barely walk." Liz's hand glided under the sheets to reach for his penis. She felt the contour of the flaccid penis through the soft pajama pants. Every way that she squeezed it, the penis gave in like Jell-o. She ran squeezes up and down the shaft. "Liz," George pleaded. With a bold smirk playing in her dimples and her lips rolling outward equally pouty and seductive, Liz raunched, "I told you, this is my dick, not yours. And, what's going to happen from me holding it?" George crossed his hands behind his neck and stared at the ceiling. Happiness and eagerness flashed over Liz's face, while she kneaded his soft penis to tease the blood into it. By the time it was hard, the feeling of pleasure had filled George's heart. George slipped the neck opening of her pajama down beneath her boob. He started kissing her boob and circling the tip of his tongue around her nipples. Liz softly moaned and reached her hand inside of his pants to hold the ribbed, hard penis. George sharply inhaled air at the intense sensation of her skin surrounding his penis, as if zapped by an electric, erotic spark. The erotic charge built in him to drive him to suck hard on her nipple. The strong pull excited her with a rush, and the spark jump into her body. The spark rushed down her body, as if hardwired with a thick cable, and tingled in her clitoris. The spark jumped from her to him and back racing faster and more intense with each feedback loop. They drove each other wild. Liz raised his head to kiss him deeply. The wet sensations of the fluid tongues flooded their senses, so that they saw bright orange lights with their closed eyes. George's hands instinctively reached around both her butt cheeks and squeezed them softly. They were small from the body weight loss. Yet he still recognized her unique shape and the way no other woman's skin felt. It was the strength of holding them that turned Liz on the most - her little ass in his hands. All the while, Liz was still fondling his penis, moving it in between her fingers, squeezing, and pulling the foreskin up and down. She thirsted for the taste of his cock. She moved down his body, pulled down his draw string pajamas just enough to unleash the cock and balls. She plunged her mouth without restraint over his penis to take a full taste. Aw, it tasted so yummy. She loved a well-sized cock in her mouth. It satisfied her oral habit of having something fill her mouth. George was eager to pull her vagina into his face. Her body was so light that he easily lifted her around in the bed like a bottle of milk. Her body had become extremely skinny from the disease. However, she still looked stunningly beautiful. She had kept her erotic body shape, even though her belly was narrower than her chest, and her hip bones poked out. Liz had always had delicate, small vagina lips. George knew them like a familiar country. He plunged his wide lips onto them and began licking feverishly. This was his happy place. All the intensity of feeling her wet mouth around his pleasure organ drove him nuts. And the way to express that surge was to unleash it back onto her pussy with licking, tasting, sucking, fingering, and savoring every last drop of her pussy juice. "I need to feel your cock inside me," Liz mumbled, his dick in her mouth and the overwhelming pleasure making it hard to talk. George forgot about his reservations, now that the carnal, primal drive had taken over his mind. "I'll get condoms from the bathroom." "Honey, we don't need condoms anymore." While George was stunned and thought over the meaning of the sentence, Liz's face had crawled up his body. She used his penis as a paint brush to stimulate her wet pussy. Her face was distorted from pleasure. She was in abandon, as she found the best places to put his penis on her outer pussy. She loved long strokes of the penis head along her glistening lips and tiny circles around her clit. And, then she plunged it into the depth of her belly. Both of them spasmed at the intensity of the penis entrance. Three blood vessels on George's forehead bulged. Liz pressed her forehead against his head to brace the sensation. Then, she started riding him. Her delicate, smooth pubic bone rubbed against his solid, curly-haired pubic bone. She pushed her body up with her arms. Her lower body turned and churned. George stared and fondled her hanging breasts. Liz wheezed. Her throat gently made a struggling sound. Her body stopped moving. "My lungs." George was as panicked about Liz as he was about explaining to a paramedic why he had had sex with a progressed cancer patient. "Liz, kneel on your stomach. That has always helped." He helped her lie belly down on her knees. The breathing slowly improved. Whatever constricted in her throat or sinuses started releasing forward. With his dick out, he was gently circling her naked back to help her relax. The minutes went by. He had gotten used to holding her for long times during the last months and had deeply experienced the quality of togetherness. "You know what would help more than your tickle on the back? Put your fingers on my pussy. The sex helps me feel good." George was so past the stage of resisting to sex that he let his hand glide down the bumps of her spine with a little tease past the anal sphincter to her pussy lips that were pushed out between her butt cheeks, the way that she was leaning forward. She played with the layers of her vaginal lips. She found her favorite spot between the clitoris and opening. He entered her pussy, felt for the bumpy g-spot, and gently alternately stroked it with his index and middle finger tip. He was keenly receptive to any changes in the texture of her g-spot as the arousal progressed. Liz's breathing was almost steady, yet she remained in her asthma recovery position to comfort herself. "Fuck me!" "C'mon, Liz, you almost suffocated a moment ago." Liz yelled with the unquestioning voice of a dominatrix, "Get your dick in already!" George instinctively obeyed Liz like a beta dog obeys the alpha dog without question or thought. He rushed to fuck her from behind. He rested on his straight arms. She yelled at him with a sexually rough voice, "Harder! Fuck the shit out of me!" And George obeyed. He thrust with all his strength. He forgot about his own pleasure to ram her with ferocity. Liz's hand reached back to his butt to push him to drill her even harder. All of Liz's erotic buttons had been pushed to make her body want nothing but intense sensation. "I'm about to come, baby. Come with me," moaned Liz. George hurried his arousal. His mind raced to find imagery to set himself over the edge. He focused on the naughtiness of him drilling his wife from behind like a dog. He thought about her cute little feet next to her ass. Her feet always turned him on. He unleashed the inner beast that savagely took any woman without regard for her, but took over her whole body with his energy. His dick hardened. Her pussy twitched with contractions. Liz was coming hard. He thrust as hard as he could. He moved his penis almost out of her pussy and plunged it in all the way. By the second complete out-and-in thrust, his brain exploded with an orgasm. He bit her in the crook behind the neck and shoulder. The beast had taken him over. He had to restrain himself to avoid doing real damage. She loved it. Her body writhed with pleasure, heavy breathing, and visceral moans. Sweet Memory His prostate shot hot, white, sticky semen into the depth of her belly. He couldn't control it or hold back. This was where the beast surrendered. This was where he could have no reservations at all. He had to completely surrender to her body. The thought of his semen pooling deep inside her pussy turned him on even more. He felt the burning afterglow from her body. He soaked in the intense contact high, every part of her being so alive that sexual static was crackling underneath her skin, while her body only moved in soft, self-soothing ways absorbed by itself. Their bodies became languid. The heavy sweat between them became more evident. Their minds were peaceful. George's penis gently shrunk, while it remained in the embrace of Liz' pussy. Their minds were flickering with warm random shapes. They rolled over to the side. George lovingly appraised Liz's face. "You look so beautiful. There is a Finnish saying that women look the most beautiful after taking a sauna or having sex. It is so true." Liz's face was radiant and glowing with happiness. They fell into after-love-making-slumber naked next to each other. Some time later, Liz kissed George on the lips before going to the bathroom. When George woke up in the morning, her body was still half draped over his. It was smooth, silky, and slender like an ancient Greek statue. He rolled her gently off him. Her arm flopped lifeless. She felt a little cooler than usual. He checked her pulse at the throat. There was no longer a pulse, not even the faint cancer pulse. He sat up and rested his face on his knees. The bright and clear morning light made him look stark naked. By this time, she should have been dressed or, as the tastefully furnished room suggested, at least in satin pajamas. As such, the nakedness of her torso and breasts stood out even more. She was still just as beautiful and erotic. However, the arousing response wasn't there anymore, only cool admiration, as for a gorgeous statue. His mind was blank. He had no recollection of how long he just sat there. The full midday light was outside, when he finally stood up. He dressed himself then cleaned her vagina with a wet towel before he dressed her. Then he called 911. Everything else happened with him as a bystander, and his mind had gone somewhere into outer space. Following the Jewish rite, the funeral was arranged within 24 hours. They made him sit in a chair next to her coffin. Her coffin was half open for relatives and friends to visit one last time. People respectfully patted him on the shoulder and didn't make him talk as he sat sullen. Aunts were amazed how perky, pink, and alive Liz's face looked. They exclaimed with hushed voices that she was glowing as beautifully as pregnant women do. The uncles looked at her face with deep reverence to her beauty. Their faces were more telling than the gossip of the women. The first time that George had to make an action of his own was when he stood behind the rabbi's lectern. They wanted him to say the last words. George thought about Liz's face. He remembered the warm, intense passion of their love making. He realized how, even near death, Liz's spirit hadn't bowed to the disease, and she had lived her life to the fullest. His mouth mumbled, "She was always the stronger of us." Then, he doubled over, sobbing helplessly on the lectern. His father stood up to help him. His father tried to speak the last words for him. However, his own memories of his lovely daughter and the joy of her spirit ushered tears to his eyes as well. All his father could do was to break out in shuddering sobs, pull his son into a strong hug, and hold dear to him. The father buried his face in his son's suit, and big tears rolled into the black fabric, which absorbed it into big blotches. His mother, torn by her own emotional tears, rushed up the stairs to the lectern to join the group crying and find consolation in the physical closeness. Liz's best friend got up and joined the crying huddle. One friend after another got up. The inner circle intensely sniffed and sobbed. The middle circle cried sad tears. The outer circle hugged in solidarity and support. The whole synagogue was locked in one group hug like penguins pressed against each other in the Antarctic to brave ice storms. Sweet Memory Once we got ready all the three guys came to us and thanked us and asked us to forgive them if they were harsh. Mom said that she enjoyed their fuck and she did not mind their behaviour at all, and infact it was really quite exciting. Hearing to her words the guys became happy and everyone gave passionate and lovely kisses to mom and once again expressed apology for their rough behaviour with her. Later, we bid good bye to them and left the place. Mom did not fail to collect her torn clothes as 'souvenir' of her 'rape'.