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The Widow

By: ChriH6



My eyes were tightly closed, hands behind his head, back arched, as I tried to pull my lover’s mouth closer, vainly attempting to get more of my breast into the mouth of the one man I loved more than life itself, moaning. "Ohhh, yes, suck them....suck my titties… suck them hard."

It felt so good having a man’s lips on my breasts for the first time in nearly year and a half, my lower body was trashing around searching for something…anything to satiate the hunger of my long starved cunt. The only problem was that the man doing the sucking and hearing my encouragement wasn’t the one I was really speaking to. In my mind I was pretending it was someone else making love to me. 

Sam’s hand moved from one of my breasts to my mound and began fingering my pussy. I tried to clear my mind and concentrate on him but it didn’t do any good. As horny as I was, I began losing the ecstasy of the moment until I began fantasizing again. Just bringing my imaginary lover to mind again created a sudden fire in my loins begging to be extinguished immediately.

"Fuck me, Darling, fuck me now." I moaned in my mind.

Sam was panting in my ear. "Oh, Yes, Marcy, you are so hot and wet."

"I know, Darling, I know. I want you now. I want you to make me cum. I want your beautiful cock in my pussy now." I begged aloud as I spread my legs wider, not realizing, nor caring who I was talking to.

The combination of Sam’s cock and my vision rapidly brought me to that long desired pinnacle….then heavenly release. 

"I’m cummmmming....cumming....oh yes yes .....yes...yes....soooo good."

I lay there for awhile, catching my breath, eyes closed, savoring my dream as long as I could before facing stark reality. I finally gave up and went to the bathroom, with the familiar longing still in my belly and the ache in my heart, to cleanse the feel of Sam from my body, hoping I could also cleanse the whole episode from my mind. The entire incident had came about due to what I thought were good intentions, but when I realized that I had made a mistake it was too late to back out. As I headed back to bed, I was wondering how to get rid of Sam gracefully. As I got back to the bed, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I thought I was going to gag.

"Marcy, that was so good. I think we both needed it."

I laid a hand on his cheek and smiled sweetly. "I know I did. Thank you so much."

"May I spend the night?"

"No, Sam. As much as I would love it," I lied. "I don’t want the neighbors talking."

"I understand." 

I got up again and threw on a robe while he dressed, then walked with him to the front door.

"When can I see you again?" He whispered against my lips as he fondled my left breast.

"Get your fucking hands off of me and leave." I screamed in my head, but said aloud. "I don’t know. Ricky will be home in a few days for Christmas. Call me later in the week."

"I can’t wait." He whispered as he kissed me again.

"I can." I thought.

After he left, I got a glass of wine, curled up on the couch in the living room and began mulling over my dilemma. 

My husband, Richard, had passed away about six months before, leaving me, a 38 year old widow, with a 19 year old son, after being sick with cancer for a year. Richard and I loved each other very much. We were very conservative in appearance to the public, Richard being a well known businessman in a relatively small town, but we went wild in the bedroom. We both loved sex and when we were horny, which was often the case, our imaginations knew no limits. But I had been celibate since he got sick. It was without a doubt the roughest year of my life. 

Ricky, my son, was between high school and college when his Dad got sick. He had always been very mature for his age, so when his father became bedridden, Rick refused to go away for the first year of college. Instead, he took a couple of courses at the local community college in order to stay at home and help me. Over that year he became the man of the house, taking over all the chores his father used to take care of plus some of mine. Many times he would hold me while I cried my eyes out. I received all of my emotional strength from him during that period. I guess it was during that time that I began seeing him as a man instead of my son. 

A couple of months after my husband passed away, Ricky left for college as originally planned. With both of them out of the house I cried almost every night because of the loneliness. It was over three months after Richard died before I began to feel the desire for sex again. That’s when I began masturbating for the first time since I got married. When I first started, I would try to picture Richard in my mind but that image would be immediately replaced by that of his son. Just looking at Ricky’s photos, speaking with him on the phone or thinking about him would create those old familar sexual yearnings, causing a terrible guilt. 

Thanksgiving was especially rough that year. We were at my’s but even there it was difficult to keep from dragging him into a bedroom and raping him. It was so bad that I couldn’t sleep at night, knowing that the object of my illicit desire was just a couple of doors away. At the time I blamed it on just being horny. After all he was my son and a mother wasn’t supposed to feel that way about her offspring. I felt deliciously depraved and guilty at the same time. I finally decided that the only cure was to get laid.

There was a family friend named Sam who had been sniffing around me even before Bob died. Don’t get me wrong, he was a lot of help to me, but I knew he was ready to jump into bed with me at a moments notice. Sam and his wife had been family friends for about 10 years until his wife suddenly found a new religion and went off to commune with something or somebody about two years before. After that Sam just kind of hung around like a lost dog. He was a lot of help to me during my husband’s illness and throughout the mourning period, but I never thought of him as anything more than just a friend. 

About three months after Richard's death, Sam began gently pressing me to go out with him. I knew he wanted me sexually because I would catch him staring at me sometimes with that "look" in his eyes. With all due modesty, I can't really blame him, I am still a good looking woman. Due to heredity more than anything else I guess, I had managed to retain my girlish figure. After 20 years of marriage I had only gained about ten pounds and they were in all the right places. Especially my boobs. I wear a 34 B or C, depending on the bra, and my breasts are still firm enough that I can get by without a bra. Poor old Sam was always trying to get a peek.

As time went by Sam became more insistent about dating and I finally agreed to go out with him. I wasn't especially thrilled about going out Sam but the ever increasing erotic thoughts I was having about my son kind of forced me to give in. I figured if I let Sam have his wish and let him fuck me, those depraved thoughts about my son would go away.

Sam took me to a very nice club where we had a great meal and danced. He was a great dinner companion and superb dancer but he still didn't light my fire. I had already planned to let him fuck me that night, but still went through the motions of letting him seduce me. As soon as he began kissing me I had a good idea it wasn’t going to work, but I was willing to give it a try. I had never been with any man other than my husband, but I was desperate.

Sitting on the couch after Sam had left that night was when I finally admitted consciously for the first time that I was in love with my son and I didn’t know what to do about it.

The day Ricky was coming home, I woke up hornier than I had been in years. My nipples were swollen and my pussy was soaking wet. I pulled my nightgown up over my breasts and began massaging my tits with one hand while I used the other one to finger myself. All the time I was playing with them, I was wishing my breasts were big enough to allow me to suck my own nipples. Having my nipples sucked is nearly as good as a dick in my pussy. I was squirming all over the bed in agony wishing I had more hands.....really wishing that Ricky was fucking my brains out. When my gushing orgasm was complete, I changed the sheets and went to the shower. When I got into the shower, I began again. This time fucking myself with a bar of soap. 

I was a basket case the rest of the day. I felt like a girl waiting for her first date, scared to death about how I was going to act when my son got home. At one point during the day I was so wet that I had to change panties and my breasts were so swollen I went braless the rest of the day in a vain attempt to ease the discomfort. I was in the kitchen trying to calm down by staying busy, when I heard the front door open and Ricky say. "Hi, Mom, I’m home.".

I tried to appear nonchalant as I approached the front door but my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. I put my arms around his neck to give him a motherly welcome home kiss but as soon as my lips touched his, my body, through a will of its own, smashed itself against him with my mouth trying to suck all the air out of his lungs. Just as my tongue was about to slip past my lips to enter his mouth, I came to my senses. As I pushed myself away, shivering all over and breathing hard, Rick said. "My God, Mom, are you all right?"

"Y y yes, Darling, I am. I just missed you so much."

"I’ve missed you too."

"Come on in. Put your bag away and get ready for dinner. I’ll have it on the table in 15 minutes."

"Good. I’ve really missed your cooking."

Somehow I made it through dinner and the rest of the evening without making a fool of myself again. That night I nearly wore out my dildo trying to ease the ache, but in the end just fell asleep due to exhaustion

The next two days were pure hell. Even when Rick wasn’t home I couldn’t keep him out of my head. I wore out my dildo every night and still the ache in my loins persisted.

The third day home, Rick spent all day with some of his friends. When he came home around 9 o’clock, he kissed me on the cheek and went straight to bed. I could tell he had been drinking. I stayed in the living room sipping wine, watching TV, trying to get him off my mind. About 11 P.M. the wine was beginning to have too much of an effect so I headed for bed and another lonely night with my silicone lover.

As I walked down the hall, Rick’s bedroom door was acting so much like a magnet that I walked right past mine. I was thinking that I would just peek in and make sure he was all right.

I silently opened the door, peeked in and my heart went to my throat. The object of my deviant, incestuous desires was laying naked, spread eagled on his back with his beautiful cock pointed toward the ceiling.. It was huge and so engorged it appeared to be circumcised, which I knew it wasn’t. I tried to leave but I was mesmerized, beyond rational thought, as I shed my nightgown, crept to the foot of the bed and got on my knees between his legs. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself. I was trembling all over as I bent down and lightly touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. It tasted so good I took the smooth, silky head of it between my lips and began teasing the little pee hole with the tip of my tongue. Rick stirred a little, still asleep, but when I began sucking in earnest he came awake with a start.

"Mother! What are you doing?"

Glancing up to see his head raised from the pillow, I replied by grabbing his balls and sucked a little harder. He must have accepted my answer for he dropped his head back and began moaning and thrusting a little. I wanted to take the whole thing in my mouth right then but also wanted everything else. Pulling my mouth off his cock, I began kissing and licking the underside, beginning at the base and continuing to the head. By this time my shivering hands were massaging his stomach and sides. I continued kissing past the head of his cock into the pubic hair above it. I could feel the heat of my sons beautiful cock against my throat, then upper chest, then between my breasts as I slowly snaked further up his body with my lips, tongue and hands. By the time I reached his nipples, his ass was coming off the bed, thrusting his penis against my body. The feeling was simply delicious. It seemed as if I was having an out-of -the body experience. When I grabbed one of his nipples between my thumb and index finger at the same time grabbing the other one lightly between my teeth, he arched his back so violently I thought he was going to throw me off the bed.

I was overcome with desire as I nibbled one nipple then the other while Rick continued to thrust his cock against my squirming belly. My nipples were swollen, my cunt was soaking wet and I was gasping for air as I started to move higher up his body so could get his wonderful, beautiful, hot, rock hard cock in my pussy.

Rick yelled. "OHHHHH... GOD...MOTHER!" Just as I felt a warm liquid spreading over my lower belly.

I suddenly came to my senses, jumped off the bed and ran to my room.

I don’t know how much time had past when I felt a hand on my left arm and heard my son whispering. "Mom, Mom." 

I was laying on my right side on my bed, in a fetal position, my arms wrapped around a pillow, crying, shaking and berating myself for being such a depraved, wanton, incestuous slut.

"Oh, Darling, I am so, so sorry.. I don’t know what came over me."

"It’s okay, Mom. Everything is okay. Turn over please." He whispered again.

"I can’t. I can’t face you. I am so ashamed of myself." Crying even more than before.

Ricky put a hand on my right knee and left shoulder and rolled me over. I was still clutching the pillow in a vain attempt to hide my nakedness. It wasn’t until later that I realized how utterly ridiculous that was.

I was still folded up with the top of my head pressed into his chest, as Ricky pulled the pillow away and began gently caressing my back and repeatedly saying. "It’s okay, Mom. It was my fault."

I mumbled into my chest. "I don’t understand. What do you mean?" As his words finally penetrated my fog shrouded mind.

He had a truly regretful tone in his voice when he said. "I couldn’t hold it. I came too soon."

I looked up and gasped. "What…….?.". but never finished as his lips covered mine with one of the most tender kisses I had ever received. I could feel the effect of it work it’s way down to my toes. My mouth responded in kind. Our tongues were warm and moist as they lazily caressed one another. All I could do was moan as I felt his hands in my hair, on my face, on my back, on my ass and finally on my yearning breasts. My whole body was like liquid as my son lovingly caressed the undersides of my breasts, each in turn with his tongue and lips. When he finally got to my aching nipples I tightened my arms around him in an effort to get as close to him as possible. I wanted to meld my body with his. All I could do was moan. I don’t have the words to express the satisfaction nor the yearning I was experiencing. There was a fire in my loins, but it wasn’t the kind that demanded to be extinguished immediately. It was a warm pleasant feeling that can only come from being thoroughly loved.

My pussy was soaking as Rick spread my legs, moved above me and slowly entered my molten core. He fit me so well, it was as if a missing piece of my vagina was being replaced. As he entered me deeper and deeper, my feelings of guilt lessened and my passion increased. 

When he was all the way in I wrapped my legs around him and managed to whisper. "Don’t move Darling. Please…. don’t move. I have wanted this for so long. I want to feel you in me forever. I love you so much." 

"I love you too" He replied.

I pulled his lips to mine and we kissed some more as the warmth in by belly slowly spread to the top of my head. Then while still kissing, we began to move against each other slowly. Our movements increased in speed until the heat in my loins became a raging inferno.

I finally broke away from his lips gasping for air, spread my legs wide and moaned loudly. "Fuck me, Darling, Please ….fuck me hard! Please…make me cum. I ..love… you!….I…want…you!….I need you!" 

Ricky rose above me, bracing himself with both arms and began fucking me in earnest. The fire in my belly was pure agony, while the feel of my son’s cock filling my vagina to capacity was absolute ecstasy. I placed my hands against the head board and planted my feet on the bed and began driving against him in an effort the drive his cock further into my pussy until I felt my climax approaching. I tried to hold back, but it was impossible.

Wrapping my legs around him again, holding his cock deep inside me, I heard myself scream. "ooooooooOOOOOOOOO I’m cummmmmming. I’m cummming. Cum with me, cum with me." 

My whole body was quivering as the dam burst, releasing months of built up desire in a flood of hot fluid from my body. Just as my orgasm began to subside, Ricky groaned loudly as he ejected his fluid into the depths of my body. As his penis began to deflate, Ricky rolled us on our sides, pulling my right leg over his hip, keeping us joined. Neither of us spoke for awhile as he held me in his arms and I basked in the afterglow of the greatest sex I had ever had….the best fucking I had ever had.

Finally, trying to regain some sense of belated propriety, I whispered. "Darling. You know what we just did was wrong."

"How can anything so wonderful be so wrong?" He whispered.

Trying to sound stern, I replied. "Oh. It was wonderful, and I have wanted it for so long, but it is still so wrong. I am your Mother and you are my son. It’s incest."

"No, it isn’t. It was two people you love each other very much expressing that love. I have wanted you too. I‘ve never wanted anyone else."

Hearing those words caused my heart to swell and a little shiver coarse through my body.

Pulling my head back to look him in the eyes. "I love you too, but I am still your Mother."

Smiling, as he placed his lips against my ear, he whispered. "Not anymore Marcy. You are my woman. You belong to me now."

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. The tongue licking my ear, the thumb playing with a nipple and the swelling cock in my pussy chased all other thoughts from my mind except the one that I was about to get fucked again. Ricky placed a hand on my ass and started slowly sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. Each time he slid his dick in he also used his hand to pull my ass closer, pushing the head of his cock against my cervix. All I could hear was his breathing, my purring and a squishy sound as he levered his dick in and out of my soaking pussy, all vestiges of guilt long forgotten. As we increased speed, Rick rolled over, placing me on top. I got my legs under me, placed my hands on his chest and began fucking him as if it would be my last. Driving hard on his shaft, wanting to feel the head of it in my throat.

"Fuck ….me, Marcy. Fuck …me.. Good… you….sexy bitch." He urged as he thrust against me.

"Oh…..yes….darling….I…I….love….your……cock….I…..am …your …bitch…..your ….fuck…ing bi…..OHHHHHHHH."

Then it came. Another wonderful, exhilarating, glorious orgasm. I don’t know if Ricky came this time or not. I was so tired that I collapsed on his chest and fell asleep…..passed out.

As I woke up late the next morning, I was laying with my head on his shoulder and an arm across his chest. My mind was initially a little foggy, but cleared rapidly when I began to remember what had happened. For the first time in months I didn’t have that ache that had become so familiar. I was a little sore but sexually sated for the first time in nearly two years. That made me feel guilty again. Not guilty because I had fucked my own son. Guilty because I didn’t feel any remorse.


The Widow



She was the type of woman you would pass without giving her a second glance. Not that she was ugly, she was not. She was average.

A $500 day at the spa would make her pretty but not beautiful. I watched her from across the room. We had never met but I knew all about her from my friend, her husband, Bob.

Today was Bob's funeral. I had not seen him in some years but we stayed in touch via regular e-mails and occasional telephone calls. It never mattered that we did not see one another regularly, we were best friends.

Bob had confided that he and Sue were having problems and it was she who suggested trying the swinging lifestyle. I do not think that Bob would have thought of that on his own and he was not into it the way she was; she loved it. An anal accountant, Bob was not the adventurous sort. That information, the fact that she had been a swinger and had been with many men, made me look at her differently that I would had I not known that about her.

By looking at her, you would never think she was, or had been, a swinger, but what does a swinger look like? Sure, there are those who you know are swingers by the way they dress and act but, then, there are those, most swingers, who keep their sexual lives private, that is, until they are behind closed doors.

It was difficult to tell her body from the black suit she wore; it made her appear thin. The jacket was oversized and buttoned to the top making it difficult to see the outline of her breast. I felt weird checking out my best bud's widow, especially at his funeral, but he would have laughed.

The crowd dwindled leaving a few stragglers talking off to the side. I remember Bob telling me that she had four sisters and they were all there. Definitely, she was the best looking of the four, not that any of them were homely; they were all just average with nothing special about any of them. So, I guess, that made her a bit better than average. If I had to put a number on her, she was a six on a scale of ten but she could be a seven or an eight if she dolled herself up more. Then, again, this was not a glamorous occasion but the funeral of her husband.

I made my way from the back to introduce myself and offer her my condolences. It is weird that in the 25 years of their marriage that I never met my best friend's wife, but our paths always took opposite turns in direction. I was supposed to be his best man but was called to active duty just before the wedding. He sent me photos of her and that was the only time I saw her, two and a half decades ago. She aged well. I saw Bob whenever he traveled to Boston every few years to visit clients. Sue stayed home in Chicago with the kids. I never traveled, did not like to fly, especially after 911, and had no reason to leave Boston, for me, the greatest city on Earth.

I got more critical of her as I neared but for the better. She was much prettier when she smiled. Her smile lit up her face and she had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. It made me wonder if she wore colored contacts but I remember Bob told me that she had laser eye surgery, so unless they can permanently alter eye color, too, those baby blue eyes were hers.

It was unfair of me to judge her appearance at her husband's funeral. She looked like she had been up for days crying. Her sisters hovered over her picking lint off her jacket, touching her arm, hugging her, kissing her cheek, pushing an errant hair from her face, and holding her hand. I wanted to get her alone but it was now or never.

They all turned to watch my approach. Their stare made me feel naked or that I should check my fly. I smiled a little trying to stay somberly respectful given the seriousness of the day. Funny, seeing Bobby in the casket, it did not look like him but then, I had not seen him in, has it been seven years? It had.

"Hi, I'm Freddie."

"Yes, I know who you are."

"I'm so very sorry—"

She held out her finger and pressed it to my lip and then held out her hand and I took it not knowing if I should shake it or kiss it. She pulled me closer and I followed her move. She hugged me. I had never experienced this kind of hug before. Somehow, maybe because she held me so tight, it was comforting but because I could feel her breast pressed against my chest and her pubic bone pressed against my cock, it was erotic at the same time. Still, the hug transgressed any verbal communication between us and, immediately, I felt a close bond with her.

She had both arms around my back beneath my suit coat and I had one arm around her waist and the other around her back. I could feel that she had a body. She felt firm yet soft, the way a woman should feel. Then, when I looked over her shoulder at Bobby, I broke down. She started to cry, too, and we hugged one another for what seemed like forever.

Her sisters left us to talk and she asked me to ride with her in the limo to the cemetery. The rest of the morning, she never left my side, and although we did not speak again until after the services, we did not have to speak. We somehow knew one another's thoughts having Bobby's spirit guiding us and negating the need for verbal communication. Holding hands, hugging and holding one another, supporting her weight with my arm around her, touching her arm, back, and shoulder, and wiping a tear from her face, our actions communicated our feelings.

It was 11pm when the last of her sisters left for the night with a promise to return early the next morning. She asked them to give her some space and that she needed to be alone. Reluctantly, they agreed to wait until she called them to return.

It was late but I did not want to leave her. I felt so close to her. She made me feel good, like Bobby was still there in the room with us and I think she felt the same way. Normally, it takes me time to warm up to someone, but I was comfortable with her immediately. Maybe, because of the circumstances of our meeting, there were no walls to breakdown and no pretenses to overcome; I felt like I knew her all my life. Somehow, as if she read my mind, she asked me to stay.

She said that I could sleep in the guest room. She said that she hated being alone and was glad that I was there with her even if only in the next room. She promised me a pancake breakfast. We switched from coffee to wine and the alcohol did wonders for her. It animated her and she relaxed from her burden of the weeping widow for the first time, albeit for a brief time. She smiled more and even laughed. She said that I reminded her of Bob in some ways and that I was much like him in other ways. She was pretty but not just pretty, there was something mesmerizing about her, the way her emotions revealed her thoughts on her face without her having to utter them.

You could tell she loved life and loved Bob very much. She was special, suddenly becoming alive with energy that revealed an inner passion, which gave her a beautiful aura. She intoxicated me with her being and I felt like I was falling for her.

We sat across from one another, she in a Queen Anne chair and me on the sofa. It was then that I noticed her legs. She had very shapely legs and after I complimented her about her legs, she told me that when she hurt her shoulder years ago, she gave up gymnastics for ice skating and still staked regularly.

The alcohol warmed more than her personality.

"I hope you do not mind," she said, as she unbuttoned her jacket exposing her lacy, ivory bra over a definite C cup.

"Please, this is your house, make yourself comfortable."

We talked like that for another hour with her inner feelings opened as much as her jacket. It was late, past one when I excused myself for bed. It was a long day and although I was tired, I knew between her and the couple glasses of wine, I could not sleep. I was wired.

I lay there staring at the ceiling from the light of the full moon listening to the sounds of the house settling for the night when I heard a knock. I propped myself up, covered myself with the sheet, and switched on the light.

"Come in."

"I hoped you were still awake," she said opening the door and entering the room. She wore a short, sheer white nightgown that became transparent in the light. Clearly, I could see her nipples and a dark patch of pubic hair. She looked deliciously hot and my pecker awakened with the sight of her.

"I'm too wound up to sleep." She played with a handkerchief that she was never without. "Every night, Bobby and I talked in bed before we fell off to sleep. It was the only time we had sometimes to rehash our day. Already, I miss that as much as I miss him."

I moved the sheet back and she took my cue and got in bed beside me.

"I feel so—"

"Don't. May I hold you?"

"Yes," she said in an exhale and I felt her relax to my touch. She felt good in my arms like she belonged and I took the liberty to gently rub her shoulders, neck, and back down to just above her buttocks. I so wanted to feel her ass, cup her breasts, and put a hand between her thighs. I could tell she had a great body. God, what is wrong with me wanting to take advantage of my best friend's widow?

With her head on my chest, she snuggled beneath my arm; she fit perfectly. She rested her hand on my stomach with her forearm in contact with my penis and it did not take long before I had an erection.

We talked for what seemed like hours but it was only a few minutes before we kissed. I do not remember if she kissed me or if I kissed her; I think we kissed simultaneously. She was a wonderful kisser. She had these full lips and as soon as our tongues touched, her hand fondled my penis through my briefs. At first, her touch was ever so gentle, teasing and erotic but soon she grabbed the entire length of me and squeezed gently before reaching her hand down to cup my testicles. From there she moved her hand up my cock, teasing my head before repeating the process. She made me harder than I have ever been. My cock pulsated at the thought of making love to her.

"I'm sorry but Bob was sick for such a long time and—"

"Shh...it's okay."

She slid down, reached her hand in my underwear and took control of me. I watched her staring at my erection as she stroked me a bit before taking me in her mouth. Never have I experienced such pleasure. She was a wonderful cocksucker and I mean that only in the best way. Just as it was obvious that it had been a long time since she had sex, it was obvious that she was very skilled at performing fellatio. I so wanted to cum in her mouth to release all the tension that had built up with the death of Bobby and even though it felt so wrong to be intimate with his widow, it felt so right to be intimate with her.

She stopped suddenly, sat up, and removed her nightgown. Seeing her naked form in the moonlight, her silhouette was amazingly beautiful. I pulled her forward and took her magnificent tits in my mouth, first one then the other. She had big nipples, the kind that makes a noise when release from your mouth. I loved sucking her tits. I reached my hand between her legs feeling her trimmed patch of pubic hair along the way before fingering her. She was already very wet and my slightest touch made her gasp and quiver with delight.

"Make love to me," she said in a surreal whisper. "I need to feel you inside me."

I rolled her over as I mounted her; she was so wet, so willing, and so ready. I kissed her while feeling her tits and took each one of her nipples between my fingers before sucking them, again. She inserted me inside guiding me with her fingers.

So wet, so warm, and so tight, she felt incredible. At first we made love very slowly with careful movements, then we made love like clumsy teenagers with hard and deep banging thrusts that made her tense her body, arch her back, and scream. She made me sweat and my muscles ache until I could no longer hold back and exploded deep inside of her. We fell asleep, finally, around 3:30 and slept like that, holding one another, until the alarm went off at 9.

The next morning, when I appeared, finally, in the kitchen, the coffee was ready and Sue stood at the stove flipping pancakes, as promised. She wore this sheer, yellow robe that hid nothing. She had a wonderfully proud ass that any man would covet and her tits gently swayed with her every movement. She had a fabulous body making me wonder if it was too late to take up ice skating. 

I turned her around to kiss her and her hair and makeup was already done; she was beautiful, and I had not even shaved or showered, yet. 

We discussed over coffee what had happened between us realizing that it was nothing more than grief that brought us together. She thanked me for my comfort. I left later that day with mixed emotions and a heavy heart. In the months that followed I called her a few times and e-mailed her but not as regularly as I e-mailed Bob. Even though we lost contact, she still haunts my dreams and my desire. I heard through a mutual friend that she married a man she grew up with a year after Bob's funeral. 



The Widow



The sexual practices performed in this fantasy should not be enacted in real life!

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Introduction

The large house stood in its own grounds, a shallow depression with trees planted in a graceful arc following the curve of the ridge of the small valley. The gardens were well tended. The house faced the morning sun and the ocean. There was a rough track leading to a tiny cove where one could swim if the tide and water conditions were right. The nearest neighbor was a mile to the north, to the south it was nearer two miles to the edge of a small mixed farming and fishing village.

The house was relatively new standing on the site of the original Victorian mansion, which had burnt down some years previously. There was a funeral procession lining the double driveway waiting to leave. The grieving family was helped into the leading car and the chief usher led the three biers down the drive. There were almost a hundred cars waiting in the road to join the sad procession to the local church.

The priest was in tears as he said the rites to the congregation and had to be assisted as he gave the burial rites. The large coffin surmounted by the two small ones was lowered into the family grave. The chief mourner was not present. She was still in hospital fighting for her life. The only family present was the dead man's sister and her husband. The wreaths had filled the church and graveyard. The messages of sympathy were stacked unread beside the wife's bed. It seemed that half the county wished to offer her their condolences and wish her a speedy recovery.

A roughly dressed man crossed the graveyard as the mourners left, he spat upon a freshly filled grave, which had a solitary wreath upon it. He was visibly upset and muttered under his breath as his wife and daughter accompanied him to their work worn farm wagon. The daughter, a very pretty teenager was crying and had to be helped inside. He had lost a son in the same road accident that had claimed the lives of Merrill's husband and her two children. The young man just nineteen had been driving home from the village pub late at night and was well over the driving alcohol limit.

Only two cars returned to the house, a limousine and the farm wagon. The man helped lock the doors and took the keys. He promised to ensure that the property was secure and would be opened and cleaned for when Merrill returned from hospital. The relatives returned to the airport in the limousine and the farm wagon drove back to the road and then turned into the adjoining property.

Chapter 1 Merrill's Return

It was almost two years later.

It was to be a crisis meeting; Merrill had finally got her husbands estate through probate. Both her parents and hers, with her brother, John and his wife and sister in-law, Jean and her husband, were to stay over Easter to discuss the options that were open to her.

As the two cars drew into the drive the view was still spectacular, but the gardens were no longer neat and trim. The grass needed cutting; it was no longer a lawn. The shrubs needed pruning and the long drive had several potholes that needed filling. It had not been swept that year and the road was littered with of piles of leaves and twigs, in untidy heaps where the last rain had jumbled them in the run-off gullies.

Merrill greeted her family and the men began to unload the cars trunks. There were many shopping bags amongst the suitcases.

"I have had all the beds aired and I have managed to get the rooms dusted," she explained as she helped her elderlys up the three steps and showed them to their rooms, "I have not used this end of the house since John died and with-out any help it was easier to shut it up and clean when needed than try and keep it ready for guests."

"Yes dear, we know it must be terrible to have to keep such a large house living alone. You used to entertain so often before the accident."

Her mother was still sniffing the air, which was a little musty. She opened a window and slid a finger along the dust on the ledge; Merrill saw the movement and was thankful that her parents were outside waiting to be shown to their room.

"There is an en suite through that door, but please don't use the French window. It is terribly difficult to shut."

She left them to unpack and freshen up after their long journey. Her mother, a jolly fifty-year-old who admitted to being forty, had opened the room that she considered hers. The view over the cove and ocean was spectacular. Her father put the two small cases on the bed and gave his only daughter a big hug. His eyes were a little damp when he released her and he pretended to blow his nose.

"I will help John put the food away. I insisted we pay for the mountain of meat he bought in the village while the girls did the other shopping. He knows just how good cooks you and your mother are and he intends to eat well this weekend," he said as he left.

John's wife, Joan, a pretty girl was struggling with her case and Merrill showed her to her room. "When we received your letter the only thing he could talk about was food. He has been planning what meat and vegetables to buy all the way here. Two days of shopping lists, you should charge him restaurant prices." She heaved the case on the bed.

"What a super view," she exclaimed and gave Merrill a hug, "If I had known it looked like this I would have agreed to come sooner and for longer, but we still both have to work as we want to start a family soon and it's such a long way and so expensive to fly."

Merrill said, "Don't I know it, it cost me seventy five dollars just to get to the airport when Mum and Dad came over at Christmas."

The rest of her family came down the central passage way and soon all were unpacking in their rooms.

Merrill called out, "I will get the coffee pot going; does anyone want tea? The family room is the opposite side of the house."

She left them and skipped along the passage. It was so nice to have the house full again, even if it was family and not the exotic people her husband had often entertained. She looked at the mass of shopping on the large kitchen table and began putting it away. The meat looked very good; the butcher had done her proud. The rolled rib roast she had ordered for the Sunday main meal had been supplemented by a whole fillet of beef, two legs of lamb and enough steak to feed a regiment of hungry men.

She put fresh coffee in the percolator and hoped it still worked. She had been using instant ever since she got out of hospital, just over a year earlier. As she tidied, the food away and the percolator made its merry noise she reviewed what she was going to tell them and wondered about their likely reactions.

Her brother pulled her back from her introspection when he grabbed her in a bear hug and pretended to bite her neck. He had always teased her that way and with her arms pinned by her side he used to get her all hot and bothered using his mouth teeth and tongue on the sensitive skin of her neck.

She was surprised that it still did, she was squealing and squirming when the rest of the family trooped in. He released her, she was flushed.

"You beast you always got your own way when we were kids by threatening me with that torture. Well it doesn't work now!"

She knew she lied as she said it. The coffee cups were filled and the talk turned to their long journeys, three and four days on the road. The last two in company, over the dividing range. The mountains were so lovely at this time of the year. Her father had lived here in the village in his youth and remembered the house that had burnt down. With its view of the bay to the front and the mountains from the back, and not another dwelling to be seen.

"I remember a child's birthday party in the old house, almost all the school came, we had a conjurer and more cake than we could eat. I remember being sick and then eating more!" he recounted as he looked across the valley to the ocean.

They reminisced of happy times as families do and she circulated offering more coffee.

"What time would you like to eat?"

Her brother turned and smiled at her.

"I thought you were never going to ask. How about ..."

His wife dug him in the ribs and he let out a staged, "Oufffff."

"We are adjusted to the time difference so normal time dear, we had a large breakfast and stopped for a snack before we shopped. Sevenish will be fine," said her Mother.

Merrill indicated the meat trays waiting to be put in the chiller.

"Any preference John?"

"Sis, anything you cook will be just fabulous."

The rest agreed. So she put all but the lamb away and moved to the kitchen side of the breakfast bar that separated the family room from the large kitchen.

"I will begin the preparations then," and so with many hands helping she put to together the meal for nine hungry people, the largest meal she had prepared since the accident.

She stopped her thoughts from wandering that way and busied herself, cooking, her remaining passion, warming the oven and setting the timer. There was a lot of family news and home news for all of them to catch up on. The room buzzed with happy sound that a large family group long separated generate. She asked of the few school friends she knew still lived in her old hometown and swapped tales with her brother. Almost half the conversation started with, 'How is' or 'What ever happened to'. The room began to have the aroma of cooking meat and she prepared the evening meal.

Her mother asked if she would like her to set the table and she suppressed a shudder. They would have to eat in the dining room. She knew this of course and had had it cleaned properly and a large table set up. The room had been aired and the ghosts that lived there, would hopefully now be laid to rest.

"It's all set up mother, but if you would like to show them the way. I will join you in a few moments."

They all drifted after her mother. She took two bottles of wine from the fridge and with two ice buckets turned to follow them. Her lower lip was gripped in her teeth and she steeled herself to enter the room. They had dimmed the lights over the large table and her brother was lighting the candles. The rest of the huge room was dimly lit. Her brother was checking out the stereo system and floor lighting and soon there was soft music playing and the inlaid dance floor lights flickered to the ever-changing patterns with the rhythms of the music.

She opened the first bottle, the first ghost seemed to have gone, and she suddenly felt much better.

"Serve yourselves, there are two more in the fridge. I will go get changed and dinner will be served at seven, John!"

She made her way to her room and quickly changed into the special cocktail dress she had so often worn when serving her husband's guests. Another ghost faded as she slipped the garment over her head. She donned her apron, returned to her kitchen, and was very busy getting the dishes ready. She carried the large tureen of pumpkin soup to the dining room on the dot of seven. She removed the apron and they sat, her father said grace and they fell to.

The evening went like clockwork and some of Merrill's other ghosts faded. She could still cater for people and found that she was in better spirits than at any time since the accident. She got her father to cut the roast as she carried the mountain of vegetables and gravy and they began serving themselves. It took them minutes to eat what she had spent two hours preparing and cooking. John and her father had had seconds and there was very little left over. The wine had also disappeared quite quickly.

She served apple pie and cream for desert and everybody except herself had seconds. There was not a crumb left. She turned her thoughts over as she served coffee and offered brandy leaving the new bottle on the table with a twinge of regret; that bottle represented a week's food and she was sure there would be none left by the end of the evening.

Her father asked if anybody minded if he had a cigar and his wife carefully lit it for him. Just like some movie queen had done in an old civil war black and white film she vaguely remembered. What did it feel like to have been married forty years? She would never know, another ghost slipped silently away. The chatter died and as it did, their eyes shining in the candle light turned to look at her once beautiful face and she knew that this was the moment to begin.

Chapter 2 Merrill Explains Her Plans

She cleared her throat and held out her wine glass and John re-filled it emptying the last of the wine. At least she had two bottles left for tomorrow. She offered them a toast.

"To old times."

It was echoed round the room.

"Mom, dad, mother and father, brothers and sisters this has been a difficult time for me," there was a murmur of sympathy, "but the past is finally tidied away and the John's affairs finalized. You must be told of the current situation. Also I will have to tell you what I intend to do about it.

"I have thought it all out, to the point where I have made some notes to prompt me. Just like John did when he was giving after dinner speeches, so please hear me out and questions later."

She took the notes from beneath the tablecloth, cleared her throat, took a sip of wine and began.

"My dear husband John was a fool!"

Her mother spluttered, and her father-in-law stiffened.

"A lovable fool, but he lived for today with never a thought of tomorrow. Because of this, I now find myself, a widow who cannot bear children, disfigured and virtually destitute. I have to re-build my life without letting my wonderfully happy past drag me down.

"You know that John was a special sort of man, everything he touched turned to money and in the short time we had together we were able to buy this estate and we designed this house, then had it built. I had two children here and we were very happy and incredibly successful."

The family had been more than a little shocked at all this, but had kept quiet. The looks she was getting demanded answers later, if she did not explain properly now.

"John's company owned everything except the house which was in joint names and was always mine when he died. That was one thing that I had insisted upon when we began building it. There was never any dispute about that, but the company, while incredibly successful, fell apart without him, and with me so ill in hospital within three weeks had ceased to function and in three months ceased to exist. All the staff were paid off and the receiver moved in. I appointed my bank as executors of his will, which while comprehensive had not been signed.

"It has taken them two years to sort out the mess and while I still have the house all that is left is a few thousand dollars, my jewelry and a small second mortgage. In short I am broke."

Their voices broke out in a series of half questions, half statements, at and about the injustice of the system.

She began again, "John had virtually no life insurance and even worse his car and mine, while being company cars, did not have each of us insured to drive both, so when we had the accident with me driving his car there was no cover for any of us, or the car.

"I had small insurance policies for the children which covered the funeral expenses and left me a little to live on. The executors made me an allowance while I was in hospital and the other driver's insurance company eventually paid the hospital bills and a few thousand dollars, as the judge determined that the accident was partly my fault.

"So as of now I have twenty two thousand dollars in the bank, which won't deliver enough interest to pay the mortgage. I have no income and no prospects."

Her brother John made the response she had expected, "But you could always sell the house it must be worth a fortune, half a million at least!" 

There were nodding heads and murmurs of agreement.

"John dear I know, but this house, that John and I designed and watched being built, is all I have left of ten glorious years of my life. I will be damned if I will let it go!"

She had now got to the hard bit.

"What I need is an income that allows me to live here and that is what I want your help for. I have tried the bank and despite all the evidence that shows how good a hostess I am, the manager had even been to one of our functions, they have turned me down. They will not provide funds to start a new business unless I take a large mortgage on the property, which would place me even further in jeopardy. All I need is enough money to turn this wonderful house into a guesthouse. I will cook and with the passing tourist trade should make enough to live off and pay you back quite quickly once I am established."

Questions flew thick and fast. She held up her hands.

"The only skills I have are as a cook and hostess. I have the rooms, there are four fully equipped bedrooms that can sleep up to four people each, much the same as you would find in any small country motel. I have this wonderful dining room. I have the stereo system and the dance floor and I will be allowed to offer meals as well as accommodation. I have a list of things that need doing before they will give me a license. I will then be able to fend for myself."

The brandy bottle was passed back and forth a few times as the discussion that followed also went back and forth.

John's father in a lull in the chatter asked, "How much do you need? We have our pensions and have some money invested; it might as well be invested in you as anywhere else."

"I need twenty to thirty thousand to fix the place up and about that to get the licenses and use as a float to pay a gardener and kitchen maid and eventually a housemaid to look after the rooms in the mornings. I will do that myself until the tourist season really starts."

"We don't have that much," he said, "But you can have what we do have, about twenty thousand dollars." Her mother clutched his sleeve. "Shush woman. If our son had had an ounce of sense, Merrill would not be in this mess. She was damn right when she told us he was a fool!"

Merrill's mom and dad said that they could probably raise about the same, but that would leave Merrill short of operating costs.

"Once I am up and running I will be able to get a loan using the books and house as collateral so that will probably be enough."

John had been whispering back and forth with his wife, who rose and spoke for him, "We think that you should sell the house; although we have some money saved we were planning on having a family this year and need our savings to move to a bigger house, while I stop work to raise the children. We do not have enough ourselves and were going to ask mum and dad to help us. If you take all their spare capital, we will have to manage for ourselves."

John's sister had much the same tale and so Merrill had forty thousand dollars, just enough to do it. She began clearing the dishes.

"I have not made any firm decision yet and we can discuss it further over the weekend, but I will not sell this house!"

She left them and went to do the dishes. She was up to her arms in suds when her mother came and gave her a big hug. Merrill turned and cried forever. Her mother dried her hands and led her to her bedroom, undressed her, put her to bed, held her hand, and shushed her to sleep.

Chapter 3 Merrill Meets An Old Friend

Next morning the kitchen was spick and span and I began to feel much better. The cry had done me goodand I was determined to out argue any objection. Strangely all through that weekend only John's wife expressed any disagreement and seeing that she was in the minority soon stopped and eventually gave me two very good ideas on making my house into a guesthouse and small restaurant. The weekend was almost over and they were to leave early next morning for their long drive home when mom cornered me and asked the dreaded question, "What did you mean about being unable to have more children?"




The Widow



I sat her down and explained, "I was five months pregnant when we had the accident. The steering wheel had done terrible internal injuries to me and the unborn child when it broke and I had not only lost the baby but all my equipment to have more!"

This time it was mother that cried and I comforted her as we sobbed and let out the grief. She had lost a son and two grandchildren. She had not known about the pregnancy. She went to lie down and I returned to finish cooking the bed of beef. That final evening we danced and sang and all too soon, it was time for them to retire. We had a final toast to my project and I had two cheques to lodge with promises of the rest in the mail when the short-term securities matured over the next month or so.

I rose early gave them a hearty breakfast and it was time to see them to their cars. I had enough steak left over to feed myself for at least a week and enough cold meat for twice that time. I kissed and was kissed by all and I waved to them as they drove down the drive. I stood watching as they crested the rise and disappeared. I returned to my kitchen and began to tidy up. When I tidied the bedrooms, I found a cheque from John for two thousand dollars under the pillow. I vowed to put in a deposit account and never draw on it.

The next month was busy. A dishwasher was fitted. Jill, the lovely teenage daughter of my nearest neighbor, was offered a job as kitchen hand. I had a woman from the village on call to help with the rooms if I was busy. The licensing inspectors for the rooms and kitchen had been and gone and I was officially open for business.

I had a good summer, but not good enough. The bank manager said I had not actually made a profit. I was paying too much for food and not charging enough for meals or accommodation. He did not like my hand-written books and wanted better breakdowns of which income was for what service. He wanted to see detailed accounts of outgoings. He would only give me an advance if the autumn figures improved.

They did not, the weather was poor and the tourist season fizzled out early. I had another bleak meeting with the bank manager. He still did not like my bookkeeping and suggested I use a computer. John's PC had been idle in the corner of the office all these years. I was competent as a secretary but did not know much about keeping books on a computer or producing reports from one. I would have to learn. I had enough spare time with the spring being late; it was colder than winter and tourists were few and far between.

As I was returning to my car, I bumped into an old school friend. She looked at me in shock, mostly because my scars were prominently lit in the morning sun, and asked, "Good god Merrill! What happened?"

She took my arm and we entered the lounge bar of the village pub that had opened minutes before.

"I need a drink," she said, "How about you?"

It was early, but I did need something and so we sat and she delicately probed and I told her my story. Getting married to John, moving out here, the house, the children, and the accident and now running my guesthouse and restaurant into the ground.

She told me of her attempts to become a showgirl, but she did not have the looks or talent and had almost ended up as a call girl, but had found a living running her own business, a contact agency. She had also been married, it had not lasted long and had been divorced some years and she could not have children, something about fallopian tubes. We chattered on having a counter lunch and I was much brighter when we wound up our mutual stories.

Libby asked if she could come and see my home and so she followed me in her swish car to my much-impoverished mansion. The gardener had been paid last week and the place looked good. I did not know when I could afford to get him back again.

Libby was agog.

"Merrill this is exactly what I have been looking for. I have used motels and hotels, but they are either too expensive, or to large, or to close to other facilities, would you like some of my business?"

I asked, "What sort of business?"

"What I want is a private restaurant where I can bring a group of people who might be compatible, to talk over a meal and a dance without any casual passers by dropping in, a contact club. I also have some other groups who might like to come occasionally," she hinted, "How many can you seat?"

I showed her the layout for thirty, the maximum design that the license allowed.

"That is a bit cramped and hard work in the kitchen so I usually cater for eight or so, with tables set for twelve as couples. The bank manager wants me to cater for the maximum."

"You could arrange a large table for twelve then?"

"Yes easily."

"How about tomorrow evening? I have been let down, a double booking in the only restaurant in the village."

"Yes what sort of meal do you want?"

"Oh a couple of choices and there's one vegetarian, nothing too fancy and about twenty dollars a head. Do you have a liquor license?"

"No, only wine, but guests staying overnight have the use of room bar fridges."

"I had better look at your rooms as well then."

She went over the moon at the four rooms with their king sized beds, double divan and en-suite, John had insisted each room be fitted with.

"I will let you know when I have a group to stay over a weekend. Do you need a month's notice?"

I laughed. "No just a few days so I can get food in."

She asked, "How much do you charge?"

I told her, "Thirty dollars for a double room for two, forty five if they have four to a room."

She said, "Double it! I will ring you tomorrow. Do you need an advance booking fee?"

I was very happy to take the hundred dollars she had held out. We exchanged phone numbers and she drove off to tell her group of the new location for the next evening.

Twenty dollars a head for food did not leave me much scope and not much profit, but was going to pay the bills for the week and any wine they drank would help a lot. I defrosted some steaks and put them to marinate, as they were a little tough. I took a leg of pork from the freezer, the last joint in it, and checked the vegetables. I had enough so I prepared a menu for the evening, set the tables up in the alcove to the right of the dance floor, and left a similar empty table to the right. A configuration that laid another ghost. We were returning from the city to such a function when I had crashed the car.

I slept happy that night and Jill was quite excited when I rang her to come help cook for twelve. Libby rang, the twelve was now fourteen she and her boyfriend would come, could they have a table for two, to one side.

I adjusted the layout and bang went Jill's and my steak dinner. I had seven steak dinners and could stretch the pork to six and with soup and vegetables plus a vegetarian meal. We would have to find something else. I found a couple of gammon rounds and some eggs and as an after thought added them to the menu. We just might get steak yet.

I cooked the joint and the kitchen filled with the delicious smell as it roasted. I had all the trimmings and Jill helped me set the table with glasses and cutlery.

Libby arrived and introduced me to her beau, a handsome Italian looking man with dark slicked back hair and flashing eyes. He took my hand and lifted it to his lips; his breath was hot on my knuckles and my insides turned to water. I mumbled hello, sat them at their table, and offered them the wine list.

I had not yet had to re-stock because John had kept an excellent cellar, another point the bank manager had made. I was a little embarrassed about the prices, which were double what I had previously been charging. He ordered a bottle of my best and most expensive wine and I was sure of a profit tonight. I had not had time to open it when the reception hall bell went so rather than get Jill to answer it, she was busy making gravy, I went to answer it.

I had a shock as the strange group of people trouped in; some weird looking characters, all misfits, five men and seven girls. I took their coats and saw them to the dining room. I closed the front door and I was off in my first dinner-only adventure. It went very well and Jill got to eat a steak, while I had pork. We had some leftovers. The homemade soup had gone down well, one man asking for seconds and the vegetarian then asked for more as well, so that had been all used. I sold six bottles of wine and with the coffee afterwards had a receipt book with bills totaling $240 for the food and almost that for the wine. I estimated that the food and drink had cost me $60 so the margin was just about what the bank manager had insisted on and this had been a minimum meal.

How could I do it three or four times a week though?

I left the animated group with some dance music playing and helped Jill load the dishwasher and sent her home at the appointed hour. She was a lovely girl, sweet seventeen and a delightful person to know and work with. She shouted her goodnight as she mounted her bicycle and rode off down the dirt track. I returned and discreetly watched my guests mingle and after Libby and her man began dancing a few couples joined them. They were odd group, real misfits, but soon began to mix better and eventually began enjoying themselves.

I got a few requests for specific tunes, found the CDs and when I dimmed the lights, they were really enjoying the night out. I closed the bar I had sold a few extra carafes of house wine, a cheap cask plonk. I tidied away two ashtrays and the empty coffee cups. They all danced when I put on the last waltz. I saw them into their coats and off. Libby and her man stayed back; she had said goodbye to each of them, knowing all their Christian names.

I shut the till, and Libby took my hand and pulled me to the table her man was still sitting at. He told me that if I was willing he could steer quite a lot of business my way and that I should consider carefully before I agreed. The business involved a group of swingers, a wife swapping, overnight mini orgy! I could fill all the rooms and serve a full meal provided I turned a blind eye to what went on in my guesthouse! All would arrive by their own cars there would be no taxis, no beer, or hard liquor.

I jumped at the chance.

"When do you want to come?"

"How about this Friday and again Saturday night for a different group, the first six, the second eight."

I accepted with glee, already furiously working out menus and prices. I was very naïve and did not think they would be a problem to accommodate.

He kissed my hand again and as they, left Libby said, "I will come help you wait on. About eight, for eight thirty dinner. The best meal you can offer, but no choices. Say about forty dollars a head."

I went to bed feeling very good.



The Widow



The widow lived across the road. She didn't fit the image. She was my age, smart, kept herself trim. She had a pleasant but not overly exciting figure, the sort that left you wondering what it looked like naked. She was vivacious, lively, had a smile which lit everything up and she had never remarried. It didn't appear to be for want of suitor's - there wasn't a string of men or even a queue to the door. In fact she didn't go out a great deal, but if she did go there was always a handsome man. They just didn't last more than a few months before she tired of them.

We have a tradition round here that certain neighbours have always had little drinks parties at different times of the year. These are the people that have lived here for ever - well since the houses on this road were built thirty years ago anyway. They know everybody and everything, yet they do it without being nasty. We felt honoured to be involved right from the start when we moved in. Yet even they didn't know much about the widow. She kept herself to herself, there wasn't even gossip, you know - she's a dyke or whatever. She just kept her own council as they say in these parts.

We met socially very occasionally - I must admit my wife and I liked her, she was very pleasant company. She's a 'toucher.' Our family, on both sides, have always been 'touchers' as well - we'll put an arm around someone when we meet, touch their arm as we talk, often brush cheeks as we greet. I don't know why - I guess it's not everyone's bag, but we just do it. We get more positive responses than negative so it can't be too bad! We met the widow first at next door's Christmas eve 'do.' It's actually our neighbours birthday as well so it's a bit of an excuse for a celebration.

I'd gone in early, my wife would follow later she said, preparations for the 'big day' and everything. My wife, Janet, enjoy's Christmas - the planning - the food - the little surprises - everything just so.

The widow slipped next door to have a quick chat with her - I followed a few minutes later to see when wifey was coming in. Nobody bats an eyelid anyway, we all come and go during the evening. 

As I got to the door wifey turned and said to me "Go across with Yvonne she needs to borrow you for a few minutes, Jack has let her down and she needs a man to help her with some preparation."

Now I have to say this surprised me, Janet is a little wary of these situations. "Well I mean you can't be too careful - can you" is one of her favourite sayings. Anyway I followed Yvonne, I always do as I'm told! Yvonne chattered, as she does, as we made our way to her house. My mind off at a tangent - thinking what a lovely backside she had. Mentally I slapped myself down and shook my head. We went into Yvonnes house - the doors are slam locks so once shut unless put on the snib they can't be opened from the outside - ours are the same. She didn't put the snib on. We wouldn't be disturbed - but then I though don't be stupid - to coin a phrase 'don't shit on your own doorstep,' and that applied to her as well as me.

"Sven - can you wait here a second I must just pay a visit"

Yvonne said. So I stood in the kitchen and waited. The calendar on the cupboard was a Chippendale one - I grinned to myself - "nothing wrong there!" "Perhaps a little out of character though?" As she came back through the door I bloody near stopped breathing and had a heart attack - she was totally stark naked!! 

"Did Janet tell you what it was I wanted to borrow?" she asked. 

The ambiguity vanished totally as she sashayed across, felt me up and started undoing my trousers. She was gorgeous. The figure was far better than it had any right to be at her age - my dick recognised the fact by becoming instantly totally and achingly hard. You've heard of Rudolph the red nosed reindeer - the end of my dick was so red it was in danger of becoming a hazard warning light.

I lost at least two shirt buttons as it came off, shit I didn't care even though God only knew how I'd explain them to wifey. Staid wifey. Stay at home wifey. Missionary position wifey. Friday night is fucking, sorry 'loving,' night wifey. Not here wifey.

Christ Yvonne was hot and now so was I - forbidden fruit and the widow flashed across my brain for about - well not long anyway - it was replaced by pure lust. Love, forget it! This was Lust with a capital L.

Yvonne took me in her mouth as we sank to the carpet oblivious to the world - she scooted round and presented me with the most beautiful sight - one open wet ready vagina - you couldn't call it a cunt it was just too beautiful! I sank my face in it and the taste and smell was overpowering - coupled with Yvonnes exquisite tongue at the other end I started to come almost instantly. Yvonne screamed round my dick as she came too. Noisily eating each other to death.

God what a beautiful way to go I remember thinking as I blacked out from overload of the dick. I came round to find Yvonne had changed ends and I was getting wonderful sticky kisses flavoured by the taste of my cum. I was surprised at the taste - I had never been interested in trying my own, in hand to hand session's and wifey - remember her - had never eaten me like this. Not all the way and swallowed with the obvious joy of the widow.

She sat a little upright and my proud erection, (so soon?), slid easily into that wonderful opening - she took me all the way in one glorious, sliding ride of ecstasy that made me wince it was so good, then the widow leaned forward and put her right tit into my waiting mouth - total heaven. We moved, slowly at first, to the most shattering climax I have ever had - we both passed out for a few minutes from the intensity. When I came to she was gently cleaning me off with her lips and tongue - it hurt it was so good. She moved round and without thinking about it I cleaned her off with my mouth. I had never done that before, but the mixture of our juices was so heady it just seemed right.

She spoke the first words in almost an hour "Thank you for my Christmas present - we'd better go back, they'll think we're being naughty." And she grinned. "You go to your house first and then come in with Janet."

So I did.

Yvonne has had a Christmas present from me for eleven years now. For the rest of the year we pass each other by - well we used to anyway. THIS year was different. You see we must have got careless because wifey walked in on us. I nearly shit myself - I think Yvonne did! 

Then Janet said to us both - "well I always told him he could have a mistress as long as he kept both of us satisfied - so when you two have finished it's my turn," and she got undressed and joined in. 

I ended up totally shagged out over the best Christmas I have ever had, well what bits of it I remember. As I write this Yvonne has just poured a whiskey for the three of us and Janet's about to come out of the shower - Me oh I feel great - 40 going on 90 - I'm sure Janet has planned something with the insurance pay out, but what the hell, I don't care. It'll be a great way to die!

© Sven the Elder Sept '96

Reposted May 2011 



The Widow and Step-Son



Mary closed the door to her bedroom and sat on the bed. 'It so wasn't fair,' she thought to herself. Just nine months ago life was so good, but now she was alone again. A woman approaching 40 should not be alone.

Mary had gotten pregnant while still in college, and of course they got married right away. Edward dropped out of college and got a job to support her while she finished school and got her degree. By the time her son Wesley was two, she was working in the optics lab of a camera company, while Edward held a day job and went to school at night to complete his engineering degree. It was a struggle and by the time Wesley was eight, it all fell apart in a divorce.

After five years of being a single mother, Artur walked into her office at work and then into her life. He was a German immigrant, brought over by his parents around 1930 when they saw Hitler's rise to power. They were of a more liberal mindset and could see that their way of thinking would not be welcome in their homeland and decided to leave. Artur grew up in the United States and even served with the Naval air units in the Pacific during World War II.

When Mary met him, he had just gone through his own divorce, and was also a single parent of a teenaged boy. After a year of dating, they married and consolidated their households into one house with 18 year Carsten, having just graduated high school, and 14 year old Wesley each having their own room. Each of the boys visited with their other parent on the weekend but lived in the home. Apparently the regular consummation of the marriage could be heard from the boys rooms as there were a few joking comments about Mary's enthusiastic encouragement between the boys.

Then it all ended so suddenly: Artur was driving home in one of the frequent snowstorms that blow in off Lake Erie and was hit by a spinning vehicle. Trapped in the vehicle, he bled out through an unseen leg cut even as the firemen worked to extract him from the car. To know those three years of happiness and then have it ripped away seemed to Mary so unfair. That was nine moths ago and the sharp pain was now gone leaving just the emptiness in her life, like the emptiness of the bed. And for some reason tonight, she really felt the emptiness of her sex life. With Wesley out at his father's and Carsten working until close at a local diner, the house would be empty until very late tonight.

As she pulled the sweater over her head she looked at herself in the mirror. She did not look too bad for late 30s, with fair skin and medium length blond hair. Her belly was a little soft and maybe her behind could use a bit of firming, but it did not show too much due to her very ample bosom. She was more of the curvy, fuller figured type of women than the slender women seen of television these days. As she slid her pants off and looked at herself in black lace bra and matching French cut panties, she remembered how Artur would respond to seeing her like this. And there was a stirring in her loins.

She dug down into her dresser drawer until she found the dildo she had purchased after her divorce when she was single and had no desire to date. It was still there, a lifelike eight inch circumcised cock with a handle at the bottom. Turning out the bedroom light, she opened the curtain so the streetlight shown into the room, then removed her underwear and lay down on the bed.

Mary settled against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed in a partway upright position and began by licking the long dildo as she gently caressed her huge breasts. After running her tongue around the rim of the rubber cockhead, she slowly opened her mouth and slid it between her lips. She felt her pussy start to soften and warm as it always did when she had a cock in her mouth. After a few thrusts into her mouth, she pulled it out and rubbed it across her hardening nipples. Placing it between her huge breasts, she pressed then together, wrapping the now warm rubber shaft like there was a man attached. She glanced in the mirror and could see herself; she always loved to look at herself during sex as it made her feel depraved and wonderful at the same time. 

Relaxing, she eased the terrible toy down her body until the thick head was at the neglected opening of her vagina. With a gentle push, the rounded head of the dildo entered her pussy just a bit. She moaned loudly as the large rim of its 'glans' passed the stretched entrance of her cunt and shivers of pleasure ran up her spine. Closing her eyes, she started to push the shaft further inside her body with her hand. 

The fingers of her other hand gently traced around each one of her great breasts, kneading the soft flesh. Then she gripped the nipple of her left breast between her thumb & finger, rolling it and pulling it. She reveled the way this dildo filled her. Mary's hand went from squeezing her tits to rubbing her clit as her other hand thrust the plastic cock harder and faster. She rolled her hips up as she continued pumping her cunt, her toes curling as she approached a long delayed orgasm. She heard moaning in the room and realized that is was her own voice. Faster, and faster her fingers rubbed on her clit now; then suddenly the orgasm exploded inside her body. 

"Oh God..." she said in a not-quite yell through clenched teeth. "Yes...yes...yessss." Her body spasmed on the bed as the waves of her self-induced orgasm overcame her.

.....

Carsten pulled up in the driveway, unexpectedly free of work for the evening. Some idiot ran off the road and hit a power pole with two transformers on it knocking out power for three blocks. He figured he would take a quick shower to wash off the smell of fast food, then eat a snack while he finished the book that he had been reading.

Carsten was the picture of his German heritage: six foot two inches with bright blond hair and deep blue eyes. Although he preferred musical activities to athletic ones, his tall slender frame looked muscular without much effort. He missed his father but was glad he had made the decision to spend time away from school. He had not made that many friends in his college class so he did not feel he was missing out, and the one long term relationship had broken up just before his father died so there was nothing lost by pushing his graduation back one year.

The house looked dark as he walked up so he tried to be very quiet as he went in so he would not wake anyone up. He closed the front door behind himself and started up the stairs to the bathroom. As he reached the top, he heard a low, deep groan from the master bedroom which made him stop and listen more carefully. Was his step-mother crying? Or did she suddenly start dating and have someone over? As he looked at the door, he saw that it was only pushed closed but not latched. Hearing more moaning, he silently made his way to the door and very carefully eased it open a bit. With the door open about four inches, the street lights through the window gave him a clear view of the bedroom.

There was his step mother sort of lounging on the bed with her back supported on the pillows. Her legs were spread wide and she was pushing a dildo in and out of her cunt with one hand while her other hand was kneading one of her huge breasts. His eyes grew wide like saucers seeing the scene before him. He knew his dad thought of her as an incredibly sexy woman but Carsten's preference had always been for more petit women. He watched for some time as his cock grew in his pants. 

He knew he shouldn't be watching this but he couldn't take his eyes away as he carefully examined the scene. Her pussy was completely shaved below but had a full and thick growth of auburn pubic hair in a neat triangle above. The one tit overflowed her hand while the other big tit bounced on her chest to the rhythm of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy. 

"Oh God..." she said in a not-quite yell through clenched teeth. He watched as she finally started shaking and tightening up and he knew she was having an orgasm. "Yes...yes...yessss," she yelled, her ass lifting off the floor as she arched her back and her whole body went stiff. Her orgasm ripped through her full body and then fell back onto the bed. Carsten stepped back quietly and slipped into his own room.

Turning on the small light next to his bed, he quickly shed his shoes and pants and lay on his bed, his thick cock pointing straight up. What he had just witnessed was better than any on-line porn; it was real and he had been right there. As he wrapped his hand around his cock, Carsten closed his eyes and recaptured the scene he just witnessed.

----

Mary took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She slowly pulled the dildo out of her quim and set it carefully aside, then moved to the edge of the bed. As she stood she realized something in her room was different. Her door was ajar! She was sure she had closed it so maybe the heat had come on and blown it open. But there was a pale light in the hallway, so she silently wrapped herself in a robe and softly padded to the door.

Peeking out, she saw that the light came from Carsten's room across the hall. His door was wide open but there was nothing but the closet in this end of the room as the neighboring bathroom created a sort of blind hallway entrance into his room. Carefully, Mary opened her bedroom door fully and crept towards his room. As she moved into the doorway and could see further into the room, she saw his pants on the floor. Some motion caught her eyes and she looked up at the mirror above his dresser and saw him on his bed.

She was surprised to see him gently stroking his erect penis while lay back on his bed. He was still wearing his work shirt but had his pants and underwear were laying on the floor. Surprisingly, Mary had never actually watched a man masturbating before, and it intrigued her. Even from her view in the mirror, she could tell that Carsten had an impressive penis, and it stood straight out from his body without curve or twist. 

Mary watched intently as he pulled on his penis, stroking in up and down. Swollen with blood, the magnificent erection was sort of purple, slightly darker than her step-son's normal Germanic pale complexion. It looked about 8 inches long and quite thick; almost the same size as his father, her late husband. It certainly was thicker than the toy she had just removed from her own pussy.

As she continued to watch, his hand moved up and down faster, and she saw his legs stiffen and his toes curl. She knew he was close and felt riveted to this spot.

"Oh fuck...Mary," he grunted, scaring her for just a moment. But then Carsten's whole body convulsed one time and he arched his hips forward. She watched in wonder as her step-son began to ejaculate, shooting thick string of semen up 5 or 6 inches before landing on his shirt. He squeezed his cock with his fist and a second and third squirt of cum came out and dribbled down over his fist. Then with a deep sigh, Carsten released his cock and sunk into his bed panting and sated.

Mary carefully eased back across the hall into her own room, moving slowly and carefully so as not to make a sound, she eased herself down onto her bed and lay there, her mind in turmoil at what she just observed.

.....

The next day at work, Mary was distracted and quiet as she tried to process what had happened last night. She tried to dismiss it as an unfortunate mistake and a young man's hormones, but then the image of Carsten's thick cock shooting cum into the air popped into her brain and she lost control. By the time her afternoon break came around, she caught herself inching down there. A quick feel and she found that her pants were moist between her legs. She made a quick exit to the bathroom and moved into a stall. 

She pulled her slacks and panties down and, seating herself on the toilet, opened her purse in search of her emergency mini-pad to line her panties with. She tore the package open and placed the pad into the crotch of her panties. She was not due for a period for at least three weeks, so curious and what was going on, she rubbed two fingers across her labia and brought them to her nose. 

Her nostrils flared at the musky smell of her own arousal and, after carefully listening to see if anyone was in the rest room, she brought the fingers to her lips. The sweet and salty taste of her own pussy caused a bolt of energy in her belly. With her mind nearly in a dream state, her fingers found their way back down to her labia, where she began to explore and rub the swollen parts of her sex. Within moments she had two fingers inside her cunt while her thumb caressed her clit, bringing herself off in a quiet orgasm while she pictured that big cock from last night.

She left the bathroom with her clothes composed, but her skin flushed with excitement and embarrassment. When her co-workers noticed and asked if she was alright, she admitted not feeling well and begged off the rest of the afternoon, leaving work and heading towards home. By the time she had driven to the house, she had decided what to do about the problem. Of course, she could not execute her plan with her own son in the house, but she could work around his schedule. As a side thought, she wondered what his prick looked like too, but dismissed the thought as too wicked. Such thoughts about her step-son were bad enough.

.....

The next morning, she dressed in as short and tight a skirt as the business dress code would allow and a too tight blouse that she would cover with a sweater at work. Underneath she wore a black lace bra that barely contained her tits but clearly showed through the blouse, a matching lace thing, back-seamed pantyhose to ensure the skirt was smooth on her skin. To complete the image, she wore 3 inch heels that lifted her ass and minimized her mature tummy bulge. She would change shoes before she left.

Waiting for Wes to leave for school, Mary collected all she needed for work and took it to her car in the garage, where she grabbed the empty laundry basket and when back upstairs. She grabbed a few dirty items from Wes' room and her own, then moved to the door of Carsten's room. After smoothing her skirt and making one final adjustment to the blouse, she knocked on the door.

"Carsten, " She called. "Can I come in and get your laundry?" She heard a sleepy "OK" and opened the door and breezed in. Quickly scanning the room, she saw his normal pile of a couple of item next to his closet and also two socks in the middle of the floor. She looked over to Carsten and he eyes were open but the covers were pulled up to his chest.

"I'm sorry to wake you but I want to start a load of laundry before I left for work," she said airily. "I'll just be a minute." She dropped the basket and carefully facing away from his bed, she bent down and picked up the pile of clothes near the closet. She knew he was getting the full view of her ass, so she dropped one item and had to grab for it again before she stood up. 

"I'll grab these socks too," she said as she turned toward Carsten. She bent over forwards ensuring that the opening in her blouse was directly facing him. When she repeated this for the second sock, she thought she heard a moan from him.

"Thank you," she said cheerily as she tossed it all in the basket and slipped quickly out of the room, closing the door behind her. 'And so it begins" she thought to herself. 'How long will he last?'

That night, she went to bed early and set her alarm for one o'clock, about the time Carsten gets home from work. When the alarm woke her, she softly went to her door and peeked out to ensure Wes was in his room with the door closed. Leaving her door open a crack, she laid back down and arranged herself on the bed so her stepson would see more that he should again. She heard his car door close outside and closed her eyes to feign sleep.

Carsten closed the front door quietly and took a deep breath. He went to the kitchen for a snack and thought of how life had changed in the past few days. He had never been into mature women, and never had a think for his mother. But what he had seen of Mary in the last few days had his mind all confused. After all, she was his dad's widow, even if she was much younger than his dad. Now just the thought of her brought him to semi-hardness. He shook his head to clear it and headed up the stairs. At the top, he saw that Mary's door was ajar again, and without hesitation, he moved to the door and peeked in. He saw her on the bed uncovered, lying on her right side. The platinum blond hair was spread over the pillow and also covered her eyes and part of her face. Her sheer nightie was hiked all the way up to where Mary's thighs flowed gracefully into her rounded hip. Her left leg was bent at the knee and the thighs were spread enough to barely show the folds of her labia. Her full white butt was fully lit by the light from the street. 

Carsten stood transfixed, his hand slowly moving towards his crotch as he stood there looking at his step-mother's nudity. Although covered by the sheer nightie, he could see the shadows outlining her huge left breast as it rested on the mound flesh of the right. And the fabric was tented over the large erect nipple, which caused him to squeeze is cock through his pants. He turned away and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

Mary heard him close the bathroom door and opened her eyes fully. She was hoping her would jerk off right there at the door but she heard the show start and realized he would finish in the shower. She thought of all that cum going down the drain, and shook her head at the waste. She needed to do more to bring this to a head.

.....

Saturday was the day. Mary had continued to tease Carsten for the last few days, wearing outfits that would make a 90-year old take notice. He was not working today so would be home all day and night. On the other hand, Wes would be with his dad the whole weekend so she could complete her seduction of her own step-son. She was up early Saturday morning and had breakfast ready when her son came down the stairs.

"Morning, Mom," he said as he walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in loose fitting sweatpants and an oversized dark tee-shirt, with some slippers on. She was just putting two plates on the kitchen table.

"Morning, baby," she said with a smile. She reached over and hugged him lightly. "I made breakfast for you. Just sit down and you'll have it in a moment." When she brought the food over, they both sat and ate. They talked about his school work, and what he would be doing with his dad this weekend. A horn sounded out front and Wes grabbed his weekend bag, gave his mother a fast kiss on the cheek, and raced out the door. She moved to a window to ensure that they pulled out and left the driveway. Then she went to the kitchen and cleaned up the breakfast dishes, giving her ex time enough that they would not turn back for any forgotten items.

She went to her bedroom and removed the tee-shirt and sweat pants, unveiling a black satin corset hidden underneath. She lifted each of her large breasts in turn, folding the full cup in half to become a shelf, so her tan areolas and large nipples would be exposed. She slipped her feet into some four-inch, stiletto-heeled sandals and strapped them around her feet. She checked herself in the mirror, ensuring that the six garters linked to her sheer stocking were not twisted and where even across her ass and thighs. She brushed her hair one last time, then applied a dab of perfume to her cleavage, just above her pubic hair, and at the top of her but crack. Then she walked across the hall to Carsten's room.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked into the room. Standing in the middle of the room, she surveyed his sleeping form. His longish blond hair covered part of his face as he lay sleeping. The single sheet covered him from waist down, so his muscular chest was exposed, covered with sparse blond hair. Farther down, she could see a long bulge that must be his morning wood. She already new it was large and wondered if it was as big, or even bigger, than his father's cock that had brought her much pleasure in their short marriage. 




The Widow and Step-Son



"Carsten, "she called softly. "Can you wake up?" He stirred in the bed and she repeated the call. He opened his eyes, blinked, and then reopened his eyes wide in amazement.

"Mary!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"I think it is time to stop pretending," she said softly, as she moved a little closer to the bed. "I know you have been watching me. And I have needs too. I just want to find someone who can take care of those needs."

"But you're my Dad's wife," he stated, stalling for time while he processed this in his mind. His eyes were checking her out and his penis twitched under the sheet.

"Widow," she corrected. "I loved your father, but he has been gone for a while now. I have needs that he met but his death left a big emptiness in my life. I am not ready to date, but I really need some sex. Can't you help a girl out?" 

Carsten smiled at her, then removed the sheet and stood up, his now hard cock bouncing as it stuck straight out at her. His decision made, he walked up to her until he was just inches from her body. He could smell her perfume, and a hint of what must be her wet sex below. He reached out and palmed one of her magnificent breasts, felling the hard nipple against the palm of his hand as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh. 

Mary gasped at the touch, then whispered "Oh yes! Please Carsten, fuck me...make love to me!" 

. "All in good time, Mary," Carsten said as he grinned down at her. He put his hands on her waist and turned her around, guiding her to sit on the edge of his bed. Because of his height, his bed was high off the ground, and her feet just barely touched the floor. She expected him to lay her back and then drive his cock into her, but he quickly knelt down between her legs and plunged his face between her big thighs, clamping his mouth over her wet cunt.

Before she could catch her breath, Carsten's tongue ran across her labia and then slit them, sending a convulsion of orgasmic pleasure through her body. Her step-son slipped his tongue up and down her swollen pussy lips before plunging deep into Mary's wet and steamy cunt. She was amazed at skill he showed as he teased her, savoring the flavors in his mouth. With flawless skill, he closed his lips around her engorged clitoris and gently sucked on it while his tongue swirled around and around. 

Mary leaned back on her hand and thrust her voracious cunt forward, trying to get her step-son's oral member even deeper within her own vagina. That work in concert with Carsten's strong hands as they gripped her hips and pulled her firmly against his ravenous mouth.

"Oh shit!" she squealed as his tongue explored her sex, plunging deep within the folds of her vagina one instant and traveling along her labia the next. "Oh, baby! You're going make me cum if you keep doing this!" 

This seemed to drive Carsten into even more action, and he again changed his assault to her clitoris, his oral member tormenting her flesh, pressing and rubbing...doing things she had never experienced before. She had a fleeting out of body thought, wondering where he had learned such skills; then the moment overcame her. Mary's entire body became stiff as blasts of electrical pleasure exploded inside her. She howled unintelligible words her first orgasm made her into a quivering mound of flesh. Carsten continued his oral pleasure as she came over and over. Finally she pushed his head away and laid back on the bed, quivering as the orgasms continued to abuse her body. 

"Oh God," she gasped with tears in her eyes. "Please stop and let me catch my breath." He grinned down at her, knowing this was his moment of conquest.

"Mary...you ain't seen nothing yet!" he growled. Without another word, he climbed on the bed and reached out to lay her on her back and spread her legs. He moved over her and as he descended, Carsten guided his prick towards her pussy. He shifted upwards and in one incredibly hard thrust, Mary felt her step-son's massive cock drive fully into her body. Even as aroused and wet as she was, she was truly amazed how easily it went in. It seemed bigger than she had ever felt before, stretching her insides just shirt of pain, but definitely as big as she had ever experienced. She reached down and felt that his shaft was only half in her yet she felt completely filled already. Relentlessly, Caesten slowly started thrusting in and out, continuing to feed more of his cock into her.

"Oh fuck!" she cried as her step-son's penis pressed into previously unreached ground. It confirmed that he was even larger than his father as the thick shaft went deeper into quim than anyone had ever gone before. It stretched the walls of her vagina like a hot steel rod and she exploded in another incredible orgasm. Lights seemed to explode behind her closed eyelids even as her entire body burned with an orgasmic fire, consuming her with pleasure. Carsten paused as her body twisted and spasmed below him.

When she recovered, she humped up at him and he pushed up again until his cock was completely buried in her and his balls pressed against her skin. She had no idea how big it actually was but that her own step-son's gloriously thick cock meat was stuffed completely inside her pussy was so depraved and exciting, she shivered. Carsten bent forward and took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting the swollen nipple, then letting his tongue circle around it.

"More," she growled even as she thrust herself up against him. "Fuck the shit out of me." Mary wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself even harder against him, forcing his cock a tad bit deeper into her womb. Even as he started to move, the pleasure was so great that she orgasmed again simply from the feeling of having her pussy packed so full of a cock she should not have. Though not really incest, it was definitely something wrong and immoral, which added to the pleasure. Carsten placed his hands on the bed just above her shoulders and began to slowly piston his cock in and out. The movement was so slow and deliberate, with about five inches of thick dick sliding back and forth through her distended pussy lips. With every outward movement of the thick shaft, her body felt the emptiness and unconsciously thrust towards his cock, trying to reclaim all of that wonderful phallus.

"Fuck me, Carsten," she moaned between orgasmic spasms. "Give me all of it...fuck me with your big cock!" Even as she said this, her heels dug into his ass urging him to plow his rod deeper into her womb. Then Carsten finally spoke.

"You...are...so...fucking...tight!" he grunted emphasizing each word with a sudden jab with his pelvis, again burying all of his stiff meat inside her cunt. His balls rested against her flesh as he ground himself against her twat. Then he started to really fuck her, changing rhythm and angle so it was never the same for too long.

To Mary, it seemed to go on and on as they fucked. Never before had she experienced something like this as Carsten plunged his wonderful cock in and out of his step-mother's hungry body. Over and over she had an ongoing flow of tiny little orgasms as his efforts continued to build and build, allowing his own pleasure to grow and grow until finally he thrust himself as deep as he could.

"OH fuck, "he growled. "Gonna' cum...now!" With one last deep thrust, he exploded inside her cunt. Mary screamed as his cock erupted in incredible bursts of his white hot, creamy semen bathing her womb. The orgasm was like a detonation in her belly, even after all the others, and she was overcome with immeasurable waves of sexual sensations beyond anything she had ever encountered before

Mary was in another world as the climax reached its zenith and then faded to a series of lessening peaks, her abdominal muscles clamping around Carsten's huge dick each time. The world spun around in the room and Mary felt dizzy and faint, shuddering repeatedly as she settled down. At some point there was a huge sigh of pleasure and then the room faded away as she lost consciousness.

She awoke in the full light of late morning and for a moment was lost until she recognized she was in Cartsen's room. They were now lying in his bed, her still in the black corset on top of his naked, sweaty body. She felt that tired, yet wonderfully fulfilled feeling that only comes from a truly great fucking. As she puzzled on how her step-son had rolled then over and she was lying on top of his strong body. As she became more aware of where she was, part of that exploration also allowed her to feel deflated, but still a considerable amount of cock-flesh under her. 

At first she just laid there, enjoying the fact that she had just seduced her dead husband's well endowed son. And it had resulted in one of the greatest fucks Mary had ever experienced in her life. That though developed into wanting even more...she wanted to taste Carsten's cock too.

She slowly eased her body off of his and slithered down the bed until she could take her step-son's flaccid penis in her mouth. It was sticky with the mixture her own pussy juice and Carsten's semen, and the pubic hair above was matted with their juices as well. She started to lick her step-son's shaft, relishing the taste of the combined fluids left there. Mary had always enjoyed post-sex clean-up and found the flavor was delicious and very stimulating. She ran her mouth up and down the length of his think man-meat, sliding her tongue over the crown of his penis until he began to harden. As she felt the response, she sucked him harder, taking him fully in her mouth as desire built between her legs for this fine dick to return. 

Carsten opened his eyes and immediately groaned "Mary...oh shit can you suck!" Mary continued for a few moments, torn between the desire to taste his cum and the desire in her pussy but her pussy could not be deprived of its need.

"I need you, Carsten," she panted as she rose up and straddled her own step-son. "You fucked me so well before...now it's my turn to fuck you!" She landed her leg next to his hip and slowly lowered her well fucked hole onto his hard cock. When the cockhead slipped through the entrance, slowed even more, relishing every inch of stretch as his wide glans rubbed the sides of her tunnel. 

She moans and groans grew louder as she slid down his long pole until she orgasmed when her clitoris pressed against his pubic hair. She had his entire prick inside her but could do nothing except shiver and convulse as her cunt spasmed in orgasm and her juices flowed out, running down around the root of his penis. 

When that first orgasm passed, she leaned forward on her hands, resting and trying to catch her breath. That placed her huge breasts right in Carsten's face and he began to nurse on one, lifting the other with his hand to knead the pliant flesh. She rested there for a time, reveling in his attention to her breast, but finally she sat up again, pushing herself down to get every inch of cock back into her womb. With her massive tit deigned to his mouth, Carsten used both hands to roam over her massive bosom, lifting and squeezing them while his fingers pulled and teased her big nipples.

Carsten began to move his hips in response to the grinding motion that Mary pressed down onto him with. He had been quiet during the first round but now seemed to shift into another mode, forcing her to realize the depravity of her actions while he moved his hips in a motion that stirred her insides.

"Do you like fucking your own step-son?" he taunted. 

"Yes," she panted. "I want your cock deep inside me." She grinned lustily as she felt his penis twitch inside her. Her grinding motion changed to more up and down as she really started to use his big shaft to fuck herself. 

"So I'm a step-mother fucker?" he said with a smile. "I'm fucking my dad's wife now! What kind of a slut are you?"

"I'm your slut!" she said fiercely. "My pussy is yours as long as you want it. My mouth too." Being called a slut and that realization of incest was turning her on even more. Although Carsten was trying to be a patient lover, Mary had her own agenda and was building towards another climax very quickly. As she slid up and down his huge dick, she started another orgasm, arching her back as her body spasmed in rapturous pleasure. She screamed as her body was ravaged by wave after wave of muscle contractions caused by the incredible sensations washing through her body.

"Damn," was all Carsten was able to yell as is ability to hold back was destroyed by her incredible orgasm. He thrust up hard and gave his step-mother another load of thick, hot semen in her womb. Each time his cock twitched a shot more cum into her body, her muscles contracted around his shaft again, milking him for every sweet drop. This of course, caused his to shoot again and the cycle repeated itself over and over until she collapsed on to the bed, half on him and half next to him. He held her shuddering body until they both fell asleep, her cunt stuffed with his cock.

Later she awoke, her empty stomach and full bladder screaming for attention. She tried to extract herself from Carsten's body but he woke up also.

"Honey, " she said softly. "I need to pee, I need to eat, and I think I need a shower before that."

"Can we shower together?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"Not this time," she said, caressing his chest hair as she rose from the bed. "My body requires a little recovery time after what you did to me already today. You go back to sleep for a while and when you get up and shower, we can talk."

"Just talk?" he asked as he reached up and palmed a breast again. She leaned into his hand and sighed, then pulled away.

"Well, we'll talk," she told him. "Then we can play some more." He eased back down to the bed and she went to her room. She struggled to remove the corset, then started to remove the stockings, but they were covered with the combined orgasmic juices from their sex. She decided to just wear them into the shower and get the rinsed off before removing them.

There was a full length mirror in the bathroom Mary stood in front of it and examined herself. It was not the same woman she had seen over the last few months but a new person. Her pubic hairs and thighs were covered with dried cum while her tits and neck were red and flush from all the attention. She grinned back at the brazen slut looking at her in mirror. She lifted and squeezed her breast and inspected what they looked like all pushed up, with the hard swollen nipples protruding from her dark areolas. As she caressed them, her tits seemed more sensitive than before and soon her nervous system was energized with a sexual vigor which focused itself at her clitoris. 

She released her tits and turned the water on and as soon as it was warm enough, she stepped into the shower. Then she finally relaxed and let her urine flow out, coloring the water at her feet bright yellow. Once her legs were rinsed off, she removed the stockings and hung them over the shower pipe. She spent quite a long time in the shower, carefully washing every bit of her body. She had to cover her clit from the shower spray while rinsing as it was still too sensitive. Her last act was to fill her douche from the showerhead and rinse her vagina. That finished, she turned off the water and stepped out, drying herself off and moved to her closet.

She thought carefully about what to wear. It was middle of the day so neighbors and passers-by could potentially see in the windows, but she wanted to be sexy and accessible to Carsten when he did get up. She settled on a front clasp bra for ease of removal, and then put on a peach sleeveless sundress that buttoned down the front. She unbuttoned the top until it opened to just above the bra, and unbuttoned the bottom to mid-thigh.

Starving, she went down to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. She decided on a big breakfast, and pulled everything she would need from the refrigerator. She started with the potato pancakes (to be served with applesauce), and then cooked some hickory smoked bacon and some maple sausage. The smell woke Carsten and he came down the stairs right from the bed.

"Go take a shower!" Mary directed. 

"But I'm hungry and it smells so good," he whined, imitating a little boy. Mary pointed her spatula at him and waved it in front of his nose.

"You will not eat at my table smelling...like you do," she told him. "Also, we do not eat out food totally naked. You have time so go showed and put something on before you come back down. Besides, the neighbors might see." Carsten ran back up the stairs and jumped in the shower.

When he returned, in boxer shorts and nothing else, she had the table laid out with potato pancakes, crisp bacon, nicely browned sausage links, flaky biscuits, some ripe cantaloupe, and all the condiments. Mary shook her head at his "clothing."

"You are a smart ass wearing just boxers," she scolded.

"And you're dressed any better, " he replied. He reached out and grabbed her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. She wiggled away.

"Not now. I'm hungry." She motioned him to the table and sat across from him. They were both silent for a while, filling themselves with food to replenish their depleted bodies. As they slowed down, it was Mary that spoke first.

"Wes can't know," she said cautiously.

"I understand," he nodded. "But with my work schedule and your work schedule, it will be difficult."

"You can sneek into my room when you come home," she proposed. "He should be asleep by then."

"And you won't wake him up with your screaming?" he said with a smile. She turned red in embarrassment.

"I can be quiet," she answered defensively. Carsten just laughed and shook his head. "What if I come into your room after he leaves in the mornings? You have such a hard cock in the morning."

"If you want, I could accommodate that," he said with an assured grin. "Are you done?" She nodded yes and he rose and started putting away the food. She picked up the dishes and moved them to the sink for rinsing. When the kitchen was cleared, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her to grab her breasts as he pressed his hips into her rear.

"Can I have dessert now?" he whispered lecherously.

"Why what do you have in mind?" she moaned. Carsten stepped back took her by waist, turning her so her back was facing the kitchen counter. He lifted her up and sat her on the counter. Watching her eyes, he moved his hands down the front of her dress, and started to unbutton more of the buttons fro the bottom up until it was open to her waist. Her step-son looked at her position on the counter, then pulled her a bit forward and spread her legs more. Her pussy was now at the edge of the counter and in full view, with the soft folds of her labia open and her clitoris exposed just above. Carsten lowered his face to get a closer look at the great visual exhibit. He inhaled deeply, slowly breathing in the heady scent of his step-mother's cunt.

He lowered himself to his knees so his head was even with her slipper opening. His wet tongue passed through her pubic region, gently licking the juices off her nether lips. He carefully avoided moving his tongue into her slit, building the anticipation and making her groan. He paused to explore her inner thighs, kissing and nibbling each in turn. Still he avoided both her inner pussy and her clit, prolonging her tension and causing her juices to flow from her cunt.

When his tongue finally moved between her inflamed pussy lips, she was crazy with anticipation. He lightly ran his tongue down the length of her slit, taking pleasure in the sweet flavor and her wonderful moans of desire. He responded by increasing the tempo of tongue movements, licking her cunt vigorously. Extending his vertical stroke, his tongue now traveled higher up, touching her love bud each time to send further tremors of powerful sexual energy through her body. When her took her clit was between his lips and sucked on it, she threw her head back and screamed. He continued sucking on her clit and added two long fingers inside her love canal. The sudden penetration of her cunt was more intense pleasure and she screamed again.




The Widow and Step-Son



Oh fuck!" she yelled, her body responding without conscious thought as her hips rolled up to meet his thrusting fingers. The orgasm took her and he wiggled and shook as her body responded to the overwhelming pleasure she was getting. 

Even as she shook from her climax, Carsten changed tactics. Her removed his fingers from her pussy and grabbed her feet and placed them on his shoulders. This rolled her hips back and up. His tongue left her clitoris and travelled down across her juicy labia, collecting the fresh juices there. Continuing down, he licked the soft ridge below her pussy. Mary's orgasm clouded her awareness until his tongue started probing into her anus.

"Oh God!" She howled at this unexpected but not unwelcome stimulation. Still reeling from her orgasm, she realized what he was doing. The idea of any sexual play involving her was morally repulsive to her but her puckered hole seemed to have a way of overruling that concept. She tried to hide it but whenever she got to a highly aroused state, her asshole became hot and tingly as was the case now. She mostly hid it from her now dead husband because he was so big she feared what anal intercourse would do to her rectum. She felt the same fear with Carsten as he was even bigger but right now her extraordinarily responsive little asshole was getting attention.

She reached down and grabbed her thighs, pulling them back and opening her ass up to more of his face. He pushed fiercely into the tight asshole trying to get his tongue into opening. She felt her sphincter open up a little to have room for the tip of his tongue. The tightness of her anal muscles resisted as her shithole had not been used for sex in a few years and was nearly a virgin ass for sexual purposes.

With incredible patience, the step-son kept licking and poking at her back door, thrilling her and pushing her towards another wonderful orgasm. When his hand reached up and pressed down onto her pubic mound, she knew it was coming soon. He pressed his thumb down on her clit and her body jerked in response, which was enough for him to jam his tongue into her ass as deep as it would reach. She felt his lips hard against her anus, his tongue wiggling inside her sphincter and his thumb on her clit. She opened her eyes for a second and saw his head between her thighs in her kitchen in the middle of the day. The total depravity of the situation overwhelmed her and she screamed as her body was totally swamped by the most mind-blowing orgasm. 

"AHHHH SHIT!" she yelled. "OHHH GOD YES-YES-YES!" Carsten had to pull back from her and quickly stand up to keep her from falling off the counter and she thrashed about. It was a few moments before she recovered and was back to something like normal; except there was nothing normal about the son of your recently dead husband eating you to orgasm in the kitchen in the middle of the day. And yet she found she could not stop.

Animalistic fervor took her mind, removing all remaining thoughts of indignity. She slid off the counter and found her legs wobbly as Carsten held her steady. She pushed him back a bit and sank to her knees in front of him, her face in front of his loose boxer shorts. Without coherent thought or plan, she pulled down his boxers, releasing his large cock so it jutted out at her. Then suddenly she had her step-son's thick cock in her mouth. She slowly slid her lips over the bulbous head, then started working inch after inch of his shaft into her mouth. She only stopped when she felt it touch her throat, nearly causing her to gag. Then Mary began sucking the prick with exceptional vigor, her eyes closed. 

Carsten groaned and reached out to a chair to support himself, not trusting his own legs. His step-mother sucked the delicious cock with more intensity, shocking herself with her enthusiasm suck the cum right out of his prick. She actually forced her lips further into his hairy crotch, gagging herself in an attempt to envelope all of his cock meat. The huge prick responded to her by growing even bigger and stiffer. The cock knob puffed up obscenely, pulsating on the roof of her mouth.

"Mmuugglll," Mary gurgled, the lewd sounds of her cock sucking filling the kitchen. Passionately she mover her head up and down, fucking her mouth with the young man's thick meat. Her fingers wrapped around the root of his cock and she started jacking his prick slow and hard as she sucked the swollen end, swirling her tongue in and tasting the salty pre-cum as it ooze out of his aching prick.

"Damn Mary, you are one great cocksucker!" Carsten groaned. "I'm real close to cumming!" He was not sure if she wanted his sperm in her mouth or not and wanted to warn her. But the warning was music to her ears and she began sucking his shaft even harder, her lips making disgusting slurping noises when they broke seal cum-laden rod. Her fist moved faster now, rubbing up and down on the section of his hard-on that would not fit in her mouth. She seemed frantic to get a load of cream out of his cock.

"Cumming...Now...now," he bellowed, thrusting his hips forward and forcing his cock another inch between her lips. Mary started to gag, but as she eased back, her frantic cock sucking efforts were rewarded with a gush of spunk from his swollen penis. It was not a huge amount but for his third orgasm this morning there was enough.

The semen squirting on her tonsils she quickly swallowed it down her throat. She clutched the enormous cock in hand, wanting a taste of her young lover's fluid. The mother-slut stayed on her knees before him, jacking and swallowing every droplet of salty cum from the tip of his cock meat.

In the 20 seconds that seemed like forever for him, his orgasm eased. His heavy breasted, blonde step-mother eased back and raised her head from his crotch to look up at him. The woman had a dazed and horny look to her face as she ran her tongue around her mouth. Mary was breathing hard as she smiled up at him and put her hand out for help to her feet. Her pussy felt wet all over again as she wondered how many times she could get him hard again. Mary's pussy jumped as she pictured the huge, fat meat plowing into her hairy cunt once more, ramming deeply in and out of her. She took his hand and lead him up the stairs...to her room...and her bed.



The Widow and the Biker



It was just about dusk when Katherine Kuhn looked around carefully, saw nobody she knew, and stepped out of the rental car in front of the disreputable biker bar. She was wearing dark glasses, had her long, dark brown hair tucked into a red scarf and was wearing a tight pink sweater and a short red skirt over scarlet bikini panties, clothing none of her friends or relatives would ever have known of her even owning. She wanted nobody to see her or suspect she was in such a place, which was why she was driving the rental car instead of her own luxury sedan. Before stopping in front of the bar, she had rented a room in a nearby motel, using a phony name and paying cash. 

As a 48 year old widow, Katherine had needs, although she would never dare disclose them to anybody who knew her, because that would just arouse their sympathy, or maybe their contempt. After that, the best she would have been able to hope for would be someone trying to find some loser in his fifties or sixties and fix them up. They would mean well, but she needed something different from what they thought she needed, and Katherine expected to find it in Turk's, the biker bar in the seedy part of town. 

"I'm a cougar," she growled to herself. "And tonight I'm on the prowl for fresh, young meat." Katherine locked the car door and prowled into Turk's, where she strode up to the bar, - there were no bar stools - which had plenty of room that early in the evening. 

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked, while ogling the way his newest patron's breasts bulged her sweater. 

"Sherry," she responded, and watched while the bartender poured her glass of wine from a one gallon jug. 

Katherine sipped the vino and turned to survey the fresh, young meat in the room. One patron, a burly man standing by himself and drinking a mug of beer a few feet away, attracted her attention immediately. He had long, dark hair and a full beard and was wearing jeans and a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off. His bare arms were tanned and muscular and covered with tattoos, some of them obviously done by amateurs, possibly in prison. He looked like the kind of guy she was there to find, so the horny widow sidled up to him. 

Alvin "Ace" Johnson turned and gave the approaching woman an appraising look, noting her short skirt and how well her tight sweater was filled out by her breasts. Even in the dim light, he could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her face seemed pretty enough, partly because he was not able to see the fine lines around her eyes and mouth. All in all, a reasonably attractive woman, but he hoped she wasn't a hooker. The young man was nursing his beer, hoping some kind of opportunity would turn up, and he couldn't possibly afford to pay anybody for sex. 

"Hi, Dude," she greeted her prospective sex partner. "What're ya drinking?" 

"Beer." The young man showed his almost empty mug and she ordered another one for him. 

"My name's Kat," she told him while they waited for the bartender to bring his fresh beer. 

She wouldn't order another glass of wine for herself and wouldn't drink much of the one she had. Turk's is not noted for their wine list. Ace didn't respond immediately, except for draining his stein and setting it on the bar, because he wasn't sure what to say. The woman beside him wasn't acting like a hooker, and she was certainly fuckable, so he would see what ensued. 

"My name's Al," he said, not wanting to use his biker nickname or his last name. 

"Well, Al, I see you're by yourself. Are you expecting somebody to join you?" 

"No." That was not entirely true, because the bartender had just joined him with a fresh stein of beer.

"Well, then I've got a proposition for you. I haven't gotten any good fucking in a long time, and my pussy is wet and juicy, and I really need somebody like you. I've got a motel room down the street, and I'd like you to come down there with me and take care of it." She saw no reason to be the least bit coy or subtle, and didn't want to waste a lot of time making her needs known. 

"Well..." Ace pondered the suggestion briefly. He certainly had nothing to fear from Kat, and nobody in their right minds would try to rob him. Even so, he had no wish to rush into anything, and he took a big swig from the fresh mug of beer. 

Katherine was not as patient, so she sweetened her offer. "There's two hundred bucks in it for you, besides a hot time." 

That was exactly the kind of thing Ace was hoping for, and he agreed. "Okay. You're on. Where do you want to go?" 

"That motel in the next block. My wheels are out in front." She set her glass of wine on the bar without taking another sip from it. 

Ace was more frugal, and he chugged the rest of his beer. "Okay, let's go," he said, standing up and waiting for Kat to lead him to her wheels.

The motel was a little over a block away and, when they got there, Katherine parked her car and unlocked the door to the room. After they were inside, she closed and locked and bolted it behind them. The place was an ordinary hot-sheet motel room, with faded carpet and rather tacky furnishings, but it had a queen-sized bed, which she had requested and had tested after paying for it and before going to Turk's. That was all she really cared about. The blinds were pulled all the way down, which she had also made sure of on her inspection after paying for the room. 

The first thing she did after taking the scarf off her head was to count out ten of the new twenty dollar bills she had withdrawn from her bank's ATM earlier and hand them to the large young man beside her. She also removed the pack of condoms and set them beside the pillow where they would be ready when the time came to put one to use. Katherine was fairly sure he would keep his part of the bargain and neither hurt nor kill her and not leave without giving her satisfaction, and she hoped her assessment was accurate. If he decided to take the rest of her money, she would not be happy about the loss, but it would not bother her all that much, and she would certainly not report it to any kind of legal authorities. 

Her assessment was 100% correct. Kat looked older in the bright light in the room than she had in the shadows at Turk's, but still not bad. She definitely looked better to Ace than some of the skanks he had consorted with during his checkered life, especially the queens he had met in jail. He had no animosity toward her, and knew doing anything violent to her would get him a whole lot more trouble than it would be worth. He knew what he would not do, but this was an unusual situation for him, and he was unsure what he should do next. 

He needn't have worried, because Katherine knew exactly what she wanted. She unbuckled his wide leather belt and unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down on his pants. They were fairly tight, but she put her hands inside the waistband and pulled them down to his knees. She treated his jockey shorts the same way, and he sat on the bed as she pulled off his boots and socks and stripped his pants and underwear off his legs and left everything in a pile. Ace removed his jacket and t-shirt and tossed them aside, leaving him naked. 

His cock was soft, but she knew what to do about that. As he watched, Kat peeled off her sweater, letting her large breasts bounce unfettered. Ace was surprised at how they jutted out from her body, and he reached down to hold them in his hands and gently squeeze, finding them solid and vibrant. The widow was horny enough already, that she had no need for any foreplay, and was anxious to get to the good stuff. She dropped to her knees, took the flaccid cock into her mouth and started fondling it with her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. It quickly stiffened and filled her mouth, and felt the way she liked having it do. 

Once it was hard enough, she started slowly stroking with her mouth. It felt really good, just thick enough to stretch her lips pleasantly but not so big as to strain her jaw. She knew it would feel great in her pussy too, but that was still some time in the future, and she was in no rush to get it there. Katherine had all night, and she doubted Al was in much of a hurry either. 

His body had a strong, earthy smell, which she actually found arousing, not that she needed any kind of aphrodisiac. She was in the motel room with the young man to suck and fuck without any delays, even for foreplay, or more than a minimum of conversation. After a few slow strokes with her mouth, Katherine had the rhythm she wanted, and continued to draw the hard shaft in and out of her mouth, while her tongue laved its length. She loved everything she was doing, and knew the sex that night would be a lot better than it would have been with some old fart who might have been fixed up with her by well-meaning friends. 

From the first few strokes of Kat's mouth, Ace knew his session with her was going to be really good too. She wasn't interested in any idle conversation and apparently didn't see any need for any preliminaries or to be romanced, which was fine with him. Her lips were applying the perfect pressure, and he could feel her tongue as it laved the entire length of his shaft. He liked being able to look down into the eyes of the woman sucking his cock, except she didn't play that way, but Kat more than made up for it by doing fabulous things with her mouth. 

The first few strokes were short, with the head of his cock stopping at the back of her mouth but, after that, she opened up and gave him deep throat, sending waves of intense pleasure all through his body. Looking into her eyes would have been nice, but it was more fun to watch her face swaying back and forth, with her lips coming all the way to his pubic hair and to revel in her oral expertise. He was tempted, but he refrained from holding onto her head, because he had been told by women and gay men how they usually disliked having a man do that when they were sucking him off.

Katherine liked everything about the blow job she was giving too, from the way the thick shaft spread her lips to the way the smooth skin felt as her tongue caressed every inch of it. She knew Al was having fun, from the way his body was writhing on the bed above her, and she felt good about that too. One of the best parts about sucking him off was the way he was letting her set the pace, unlike some macho types who insisted in being in charge of everything they did in bed. Although Katherine didn't know how much time Al had, she had all night, and was going to take her time sucking him off first and doing whatever else he was willing to do, which she hoped would be the same things she liked. 

She continued sucking for a long time, always moving her face slowly, but the time arrived when she felt his cock throbbing inside her mouth. She knew what that meant, and Katherine shortened her strokes so she was no longer giving deep throat. She wanted him to cum into her mouth, so she would be able to relish the taste and texture of his semen, which she couldn't do if he squirted it directly down her throat. 

Al knew he was close to cumming too, but he knew Kat was already aware of it by the way she stopped taking his cock all the way down her throat and started stroking faster. Her lips were tighter too, as if she wanted him to cum into her mouth and didn't want any of it to dribble out. He had no objections to any of the things she was doing or was likely to do, especially when he felt his climax well up inside him and burst forth. He felt a big gob of cum shoot from his cock and became aware that Kat paused in her sucking. 

The semen landed exactly where Katherine wanted it, right on her tongue, and she could taste its delicious meaty and slightly salty flavor. She hesitated for no more than a few seconds before resuming the slow strokes with her lips clamped as tightly as she could get them, and she felt Al's cock jerk again, as he ejaculated onto her mouth a second time. Wanting all she could get, her stroking continued, and her reward was a third burst of cum, but that was all, even though she sucked the same way for another minute. 

After swirling those three gobs in her mouth to enjoy them fully, she let them slip down her throat. Grinning happily at the delicious treat she had gotten and was still getting, Katherine looked up at the man who had just given it to her, and he smiled back at her. Like a child with a lollipop, she licked all the cum off the outside of his cock before nestling the head in between her lips and using her thumb and fingers to squeeze out all his man juices. Delighted with the second mouthful, Katherine relished his semen inside her mouth as she had the first one, fully enjoying the flavor and viscosity, until she let it slide down her throat. After swallowing, she got to her feet. 

"That was good, Al. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"I sure did. You're the best." 

"I'm glad you think so. I try to be good at whatever I do. Now, I hope you'll do the same thing for me." 

"You want me to eat your pussy? Yeah, so do I. Just take off your skirt and get up here on the bed." 

Katherine grinned again, more lewdly this time, and unbuttoned and unzipped the waist of her short skirt and let it drop to the floor. Still wearing her panties, which had a spreading wet spot in the crotch by then, she climbed onto the bed and pulled a pillow under her head. It had been her experience that a man who was going down on her preferred to remove that last article of clothing. To him, it would be sort of like unwrapping a gift, and she liked the idea too. 

Ace also thought of removing a woman's panties as part of the fun of eating a pussy, but he could have offered no psychological reason. The divestment was just something he liked to do, even more than he liked licking and sucking her breasts, but that was what he started doing. With surprising gentleness for a man of his size, he held one breast in either hand and started licking. The twin globes were firm and felt good and hefty in his hands, and her nipples were already fully erect, so he could feel the individual ridges that made them hard, as well as her pebbly areolas. After he had spent less than a minute licking the first pink nubbin, he switched his oral attentions to the other. 

This one felt just as good to his tongue, and the nipple was just as erect, and he spent time licking her there. He could have continued pleasuring himself and Kat's breasts for a long time, but he smelled the delectable aroma of the pussy juices that were soaking her panties, and knew it was time to go lower on her. Ace started licking his way down her body, across her soft belly to the waistband of her panties. When he reached that point, he put his thumbs in the elastic and pushed down slightly, while continuing to lick the soft flesh of that very private area. 

Katherine raised herself from the bed and Al pushed her panties down around her ass and to mid-thigh, while breathing deeply of the delectable aroma of her pussy. He saw she was clean-shaven there, which made her more enticing to him, because he knew her skin would feel even softer and smoother under his tongue. He got off the bed and went around to the foot, where he got back on and moved closer until he was between her knees. After pulling her panties the rest of the way down and off around her feet, he leaned forward. Kat raised her legs to let them rest on his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, bringing his face inches away from her slick, wet pussy. 

After briefly admiring the ivory skin around his goal, Al started licking an outer lip, relishing the smooth soft feel. He took his time, covering the whole area, until he reached Kat's soft Mount of Venus, and kissed her there. Ace grinned at the way the lady was responding, with her head starting to roll from side to side on her pillow while her body writhed in joy. He loved eating a pussy and wanted to take a long time doing it, giving himself more pleasure and because her orgasm would be more momentous, which would be more fun for him too. 

It was definitely more fun for Katherine, and she was certain she was getting her money's worth. Wanting to get as much pleasure as possible from the man whose head was between her legs, she gave herself completely over to the joy of the minute. She could feel her body was moving involuntarily from the intense pleasure being provided and her eyes were closed but, when his tongue briefly left her body, she opened them and gazed at his face. His beard was covered with the juices from her pussy, and he was grinning lewdly at her. 

She smiled back and encouraged him. "I love that, Al. Keep doing that." 

He said nothing, but his grin widened before disappearing and, seconds later, she felt his tongue and lips caressing another part of her pussy. Once again, she closed her eyes and let her journey to ecstasy continue. The movements of her body became even more pronounced as his tongue meandered upward. Katherine was very glad she had shaved her pussy before going out that evening, because the smooth skin was so very sensitive, and the young man's full beard was providing even more pleasure as it brushed against her. 

From the way Kat was thrashing around under his face, Ace knew it would soon be time for her to cum, but he was enjoying himself so much he was in no hurry. He loved eating pussy, and the one writhing under his face was smooth, wet and responsive, and much better than he would have expected with a woman as old as he guessed Kat to be. This would be the easiest two hundred bucks he had ever made, and certainly the most enjoyable. After repeatedly licking the same areas of the second outer lip, he reached her mons again and kissed her there. 

Once again, he brought his mouth down to below her wet, pink hole. The juices from her pussy were even more delicious than they had been a few minutes earlier, and he devoured all of them before surveying her reactions. Her body was thrashing about on the bed from what he was doing, and he decided the time had arrived to bring her to her orgasm. Ace pressed his face in closely and started licking upward in the wet slit. 

Moving slowly and relishing every second, his tongue caressed the sensitive inside of the lovely pink channel, until he reached the precious hole itself. It was the source of all the juices he had been relishing, and he did his best to insert his tongue, but it was too soft and blunt. He immensely enjoyed the attempt, and continued upward until he reached a blockage. He knew it was her clit and prepared to engulf the succulent morsel in his mouth. 

Katherine's whole body was pitching and tossing on the bed from the exquisite pleasure she was receiving from Al's mouth. Her pussy was fucking up against him, as if trying to wrap itself around his face, while his beard tickled her lips, sending a different kind of pleasure through her body. She knew it was time for her orgasm, and she let him know. 

"Suck me there, Al. Suck my clit. I need to cum." 

They both had the same idea; he knew it was time for the lady to cum too, so he gently enfolded her clit in his mouth and started to suck, while his agile tongue stroked the swollen top and sides. Her movements grew even wilder, thrusting her legs out and back over his shoulders while she rocked from side to side on her ass.

"Yes! Like that!" she cried out ecstatically, and that was the last intelligible thing she said for the next several minutes. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Kat whimpered, until she uttered a cry of joy as she started cumming. 

Katherine's thighs clamped onto the sides of the head of the man who had just brought her to that delightful condition and her hands buried themselves in his unkempt hair to jam his face even more tightly against her pussy. She bent back and forth at the waist while her legs swung from side to side, carrying Al's head a very willing prisoner. He clung more tightly to her thighs and kept his mouth clamped around her clit and continued to suck and lick for as long as she was cumming. 




The Widow and the Widower



Barbara was getting as close as she ever had to committing child abuse.

She was modeling dresses for her son Bobby and his friend Sammy (as in Samantha). She had a date with Samantha's father Raul in an hour, and she was still assembling and discarding outfits at a dizzying pace. The amused teenagers were eager to help her, but they also couldn't help teasing her as she tried to find the "perfect" combination.

The kids had a pretty good idea of why Barbara was wound up so tight. Raul had dropped off Sammy a couple hours ago with an overnight bag. It didn't take a genius to see that her sleepover with Bobby made it possible for Barbara to have a sleepover with Raul. 

It was also clear from Barbara's adrenaline level that it wasn't a sure thing either. Barbara was excited, apprehensive, horny, afraid, eager, and unsure several times a minute.

The latest outfit was a lavender backless dress with a slit up the side of her thigh. 

"I think this makes me look too eager," she fretted.

Sammy giggled. "Aren't you?" she asked.

"Shut up young lady. A woman is not supposed to reveal everything to a man all at once. We're supposed to prolong the mystery, and make them work for it."

"Work for what, Mom?" asked Bobby innocently.

"Shut up, Bobby. You've gotten straight A's for too many years to play stupid with me now."

"I think that dress looks great, Mom. You look hot."

"Hot? Hot! I don't know if I want to look hot. I mean this is just our third date."

Sammy chimed in. "Ms. Taylor..."

"Call me Barbara, honey. After all, I'm dating your father."

"Okay. Barbara, this may be your third official 'date,' but you've known each other for years. All that time you've mostly seen each other in jeans and sweatshirts. It's time for something hot." She grinned at her. "You need to let Daddy see what he's chasing."

"You just get your mind out of the gutter, Samantha Elizabeth Ramirez. Your Father is a respectful man that I care for a great deal, and I will not have you implying he is planning anything improper tonight. Are we clear on that?"

Bobby and Sammy almost ruptured their stomachs trying to keep from laughing.

"I'm sorry, Barbara," Sammy said eventually with a gasp. "I didn't mean anything by it. What are you all planning this evening?"

"We're, uh, going out to dinner."

"Gee I guess those steaks that Dad has in the 'fridge at our house must be for him and me for tomorrow then."

Barbara blushed crimson. Raul had said he would try to prevent the kids from knowing they were having a private dinner at his home tonight. Well, so much for that idea. 

Attempting to recover, she said "If you must know we're actually going out dancing later. I thought mentioning dinner would keep your imaginations from running wild about your parents going crazy and hitting the bars or something."

"Sure Mom."

"Of course."

"That makes sense."

"Absolutely."

Barbara glared back at them. She wanted to grab their smirking heads and smack them together. 

She glanced at the clock for perhaps the hundredth time in the last half hour. It seemed to both crawl and race by at the same time, as the hour that Raul was supposed to pick her up approached.

"Maybe I should change back into the little black dress," she fretted. "You can't go wrong with a little black dress. They're kind of a classic that way, you know? Everybody knows a little black dress is always a safe choice." 

Sammy and Bobby listened in growing alarm as Barbara began to vent an almost incoherent stream of consciousness. 

"But I don't know if a little black dress sends the right message either. I mean, a little black dress almost implies you're expecting something to happen, but really, I don't know if anything is going to happen. I don't even know if I want something to happen. I mean, is it too soon? And I don't even know if he's over his wife either, I've never felt comfortable asking, he's just always so worried about my feelings, which is very sweet, but how he feels is important too, and I'm not sure what he's thinking. I respect what he must have gone through, and maybe he's not ready either. Or maybe we're both ready but we're just scared about whether the other is ready, you know? Oh god what am I doing? I just don't..."

"Mom!" exclaimed Bobby.

She stopped talking and looked at him with wide eyes. "Stop it Mom." Both he and Sammy got up and wrapped her up in a team hug. "Just stop it. Whatever happens tonight, you and me and Sammy and Raul are all going to be okay with it. All right? Just relax and see what happens." He paused and grinned at her. "And the dress you have on is fine. Don't change a thing."

"You think so?" she asked in almost a little girl voice. 

Sammy replied, "It looks great, Barbara. I know my dad, and I'm sure that he is going to really like it."

Just then the doorbell rang. "Well I guess it's too late to change again anyway," said Barbara. "It's show time!"

Sammy said, "You stay upstairs and check your makeup Barbara. We'll let my dad in, then we'll call you, and you can come down the stairs to him and blow his mind, okay? Go on!"

* * * * *

Raul stood nervously on the front porch, a single red rose in his hand. He was wearing his best suit and tie, his shoes polished to a Marine Corp standard of reflective brilliance. 

He was thinking that he was probably crazy. How could he ever hope to land a woman as wonderful as Barbara Taylor? Sure they'd shared a few kisses, but he still suspected that deep down her responses to him were simply out of gratitude for the help he'd given her and her son during the last year. It was a long way from that to having a real romantic relationship. 

He was afraid that tonight Barbara would finally tell him the limits of their friendship. She was such a beautiful accomplished woman! How could she ever find an auto mechanic with dirt under his nails worthy of her love? 

He sighed and squared his shoulders. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Dare to be great, like one of his officers had once told him.

The door opened to reveal Bobby and his daughter looking at him with wide grins on their faces. "Hi Daddy," said Sammy. "Bobby, go tell your mom that her date is here."

"You bet," replied Bobby. "You look nice, Raul. I'll go tell her."

Bobby turned and climbed up the stairs. He found Barbara sitting on the edge of her bed, her purse clutched tightly in her hands. "Ready Mom?"

"Oh god, you would have to ask me that!" she replied.

"You know what I meant Mom. You're going to be fine. You're going to be great! Now I want you to relax and have fun, okay? Remember, he's just as nervous as you are. You need to help him relax too." 

Bobby couldn't help but find the conversation an amusing role reversal with his parent. At the same time, it made him feel good that he could help his Mother, like she'd helped him so many times in the past.

"Okay, give me a minute to get down the stairs ahead of you, then come on down, okay?"

"Okay son. Thanks Honey."

"You're welcome, Mom. I love you."

Barbara looked up at him with a grateful smile. "I love you too, Baby."

Raul smiled tightly as Bobby returned down the stairs without his mother. "Is everything alright?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, everything's fine, she said she'd be right down, Raul."

Just then, a vision appeared at the top of the stairs. Other than office dress, Raul had never seen Barbara in anything but casual clothes. The woman that was descending the stairs to him now was a spectacular enhancement of all those prior images stored in his mind. 

Her hair was piled on top of her head, with strands from each side hanging down to frame her slightly blushing face. The top of the dress tied behind her neck, showing a fair amount of chest without being plunging. The hem line came to a couple inches above the knee, with the high slit over the side of her right thigh. She wore 3 inch stiletto heels that brought out the muscle definition in her firm calves, thighs, belly, and butt and as she descended the stairs. 

Her lower half moved with subtle power and grace, while her upper half remained motionless, with her eyes fixed on his face over a shy smile. Her body reminded Raul of a jungle cat stalking its prey. 

"Hi," she said softly. 

"Hello, Barbara. You're so beautiful," said Raul reverently, as he handed her the rose. 

And with that simple reassurance, most of Barbara's tension left her. She really liked this man. "Let's not mess this up," she told herself.

Bobby and Sammy realized that their parents were no longer aware they were present. With a look at each other, they slowly backed away towards the kitchen, huge grins on their faces.

"Are you ready to go?" Raul asked. 

"Yes, Raul. I'm ready."

They turned to the door, and left without a backwards glance or goodbye to their children, their eyes seeing only each other.

* * * * *

Two hours later, Barbara and Raul were sitting on the floor in Raul's living room in front of the fireplace. They were leaning back against the couch, legs under a coffee table, working on a second bottle of wine. 

They had spent the first hour of the evening teaming up on making dinner, giggling like teenagers as they fed each other ingredients. Then Raul had lit candles for the dining room table, and they had sat side by side enjoying the meal, occasionally interrupting the increasingly intimate conversation with brief touches and soft kisses. 

The conversation had crossed many thresholds of intimacy between them. Barbara had finally found the courage to ask Raul about his late wife Maria. Raul in turn had asked about how Barbara and her late husband John had first met and how they fell in love. Barbara shared her regret at not being able to have more children after Bobby.

In both cases, each came to understand the depth of the love the other had shared with their lost spouse. At the same time, there was joy in the sharing, joy in giving the other insight that they knew instinctively would be shared with no other.

They could tell that there was hurt and loss that would never go away. They could also tell, by the confidences of love shared, that the other was ready to move on to a new love. 

Eventually, after a long session of necking on the floor like teenagers, Barbara stood, and held her hand down to Raul. Thinking it was time to take her home, he regretfully scrambled to his feet and started looking around the room for their shoes, until he noticed that Barb still had hold of his hand. 

When she saw she had his attention, she stepped away to stand in front of the fireplace. The embers cast a golden glow on her face.

"Raul?"

"Yes?"

"I've had a wonderful evening."

"So have I, Barb."

"Raul?"

"Yes?"

"I think I need to tell you something."

Raul's heart skipped a beat. He was sure that this was where she explained the limits on their relationship. How she could never be truly in love with an ex-Marine auto mechanic.

Barb gave him a gentle smile. "Raul, I can see that even though we've become close, you're still holding back from me. I can only guess about the reasons for that, why you haven't tried to do more than kiss me."

Raul was afraid to say anything, to say the wrong thing and hasten her delivery of what he didn't want to hear.

"What I need to tell you, Raul, is that you don't need to hold back anything from me. I need to tell you that I want you. I want you, and I can only hope that you want me."

Still staring into his eyes, she slowly reached both hands up behind her neck. After a brief movement, her hands reappeared, each holding an end of the top of her dress that had been tied there. Her hands slowly descended, taking the top of her dress down in a slow delicious waterfall of fabric that flowed downward to reveal her firm breasts to him.

"Raul?"

"Yes Barbara?"

"Do you want me?"

"Oh god Barbara, more than anything in the world!"

"Then come to me, Raul. Come and take me."

Barbara was thrilled to see his reaction was what she'd hoped for. The uncertainty and reserve that was always just under the surface when they were together melted away, to be replaced by the calm lust of an imminent, confident lover. 

Raul approached her, and rather than embracing her, bent to scoop her up in his arms. As she squealed happily, he then did a military curl of her body like a bar bell of weights, bringing her face to his mouth for a forceful, possessive kiss. 

"Baby, you want me to take you?"

"Oh yes Raul, yes!"

"That I can do."

He then lifted the torso end of her to drape her over his shoulder, and headed off to his bedroom as she shrieked in delighted surprise. "Come with me woman!" he cried, simultaneously giving her a soft slap on her wriggling rump.

"Raul, what are you doing?!"

"I am taking you to my cave, woman! I have fed you, now I am going to bed you!"

"But I am a delicate flower, you brute! I require rose petals on my bed, and minstrels playing harps when I make love."

Raul only grunted in response as he passed through the bedroom door and strode purposefully to the bed. He felt her tense as she anticipated being dropped or flung down on to the mattress. 

Instead he slid her down his body until their chests were pressed together, and again began a forceful kiss, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth. He placed a knee on the bed and lowered her down onto her back, following her down to wind up supporting himself over her on his elbows. 

She pulled one of his hands to her bare breasts, and began working on his clothes while arching her back to push her tits into his hand. He started to lovingly caress her, teasing her rock hard nipples with his fingers, then sucking them gently into his mouth while swirling his tongue around them.

As he started to move lower, she pushed him away to attack his pants, frantically pulling at his belt and zipper. The seduction of the man she wanted essentially complete, the pent up lust of being without a hard cock for over a year made the prospect of slow gentle love making out of the question. 

When they were both finally naked, sitting side by side with their arms wrapped around each other, she put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him onto his back. She wanted to jump on him and impale herself on his dick as rapidly as possible. 

It was at this point that she learned a couple things about her new lover.

First, as she grasped his naked shoulders, she realized how incredibly firm and muscled they were. Raul wasn't just in shape - it felt like he was chiseled out of granite! When she pushed him towards the mattress, nothing happened. 

The second thing she learned was that she wasn't the only one with urgent needs in the bed. She once again felt herself being effortlessly lifted up and firmly placed on her back, with Raul simultaneously rolling between her legs. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he seriously intended to do as she'd asked – to take her. 

Involuntarily, she moaned loudly. Staring back into his eyes with equal lust, she hooked her hands behind her knees, then spread and raised her legs, pointing her painted toenails directly at the ceiling, offering herself to him. Her pussy gushed with moisture in anticipation.

Raul reached down to grasp his cock and slowly rub the head through the folds of her sex. To Barbara he looked about the same length and thickness as her late husband, with the exception of an extremely prominent ridge at the base of the crown of the head. She'd have to send a thank you note to the doctor that did the circumcision – great for g spot stimulation!

Raul seated himself in her, her lips parting somewhat reluctantly and then gripping the head snuggly. He again looked into her eyes with a silent question, to which Barbara cried out impatiently, "Yes, Raul, do it! Fuck me, please fuck me!"

His late wife Maria had been a passionate lover, but had not been vocal in bed like this. Somewhat startled by her outburst, Raul flexed has ass and thigh muscles and drove forward, sliding up into her to the base of his prick in a single powerful thrust.

"Uuuugggghhhh!" Barbara felt like a young virgin as her body stretched deliciously around the intruder probing up into her body. It seemed to be reaching up past her navel to stir her belly. Muscles that had not been activated for so long awoke and clamped down on him in excited reaction.

Raul held still, reveling in the sensations surrounding his cock, while studying Barbara's face to ensure she was alright. He hadn't intended to plow into her so quickly, and he didn't know her love making sounds yet to tell pleasure from pain.

As Barbara's eyes finally unscrewed themselves to open again, she saw Raul's face hovering over hers in concern. "Oh baby," she gushed. "That feels sooooo good."

Raul sighed in relief and kissed her gently. Then he rose back up on his elbows and began slowly withdrawing from her grasping snatch, watching her face carefully. He smiled in delight as he saw her eyes almost roll back in her head as the crown of his cock dragged over the roof of her cunt near the entrance. Then her upper teeth appeared, clamping down over her lower lip as he reversed course and again pushed into her depths, more slowly and deliberately this time.

He began a slow and steady rhythm, building her up gradually as she gasped and wriggled underneath him as he took her body.

Barbara had never felt dominated in bed in her life. She was used to being the more aggressive partner, not from a need to control her lovers, but out of a desire to ensure she gave the maximum pleasure she could. 

As Raul added a gentle licking and nibbling on her nipples, while continuing to rub all the right places in her pussy with the ridges of his thrusting cock, for perhaps the first time in her life, she allowed herself to completely submit. 

She didn't think about what to do for Raul, worry about what he might be thinking, or explore what technique to use to make it better for him. She simply allowed him to use her body as he saw fit, and reveled in the sensations that he was causing to explode in her body and her mind.

As a flush appeared on her chest, her hands reached out to hold his muscular arms to anchor herself as she began to push back up against his thrusts. Raul felt her hands begin to tremble and her belly begin to vibrate as her orgasm approached, and he increased his pace. Her legs came down to wrap around his torso, her heels nesting into the crack of his ass to pull him into her in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Raul, baby, a little faster? I'm almost there lover," she gasped. Raul responded, and hearing she was close, began reaching for his own release. 

When her climax arrived, it surprised her with the intensity and suddenness of its onset. Her feet unlocked from behind Raul to plant themselves on the bed close to her undulating ass, driving her hips upward to impale his cock as deeply into her body as it could possibly go.

"Aaaaiiiieeeee!" she screamed as her muscles spasmed, seemingly from the top or head down to her curling toes. Raul found it almost impossible to continue thrusting into her, as her inner muscles gripped him fiercely, forcing him to batter his way though her climax on the way to his own. 

When his arrived, it felt as if his entire being was firing out of his dick into her, and he wondered if he could actually drive her through the mattress as he held her down, grinding her clit as emptied his balls into her. 

He eventually collapsed down off his trembling arms to be cuddled in her loving embrace. Barbara reveled at the weight of her lover pressing her down. 

"Wow," she breathed into his ear, as her hands lazily stroked his back, her feet gently running up and down his calves.

"Yeah," was all he could say in reply.




The Widow and the Widower



"Thanks for giving me what I needed, Raul. It had been so long, I needed to be taken." She paused to gently kiss the ear she was whispering into. "Next time, I get to take you."

He barked out a laugh. "Next time?" he said playfully.

"Yes, Raul. Next time. You're mine now. You know that, don't you?"

He rose back up on his elbows to look down at her smiling face. "Yes dear. Of course dear," he said smiling back.

She slapped him playfully on the shoulder and pouted up at him. Raul relented. "Barbara, you're right. I do belong to you now, as long as you'll have me."

She leaned up to kiss him gently. "I plan to have you for a very long time."

They separated and rolled so that he was spooning from behind. "Would you like to spend the night Barbara?" he asked hopefully.

Barbara gave a throaty laugh. "If you took me home, the kids would probably try to have either me or you committed, honey. I think they wanted this even more than we did."

"Really?"

"Really. I know that Bobby wants me to be happy. And he knows you make me happy."

Raul chuckled. "I'm pretty sure Sammy feels the same way."

"So let's not disappoint them!"

Raul reached up to cup a breast, and leaned over to insert his tongue in her ear. "You're right, honey. We have to think of the children."

Barbara giggled as she turned to embrace her lover again. "You're right, dear. What choice do we have?"

"None. None at all."

"Right." She paused and gave him what could only be called an evil grin. "Are you ready to be taken?"

Raul actually swallowed nervously at her look of naked lust. What would she do to him? His cock surged to hardness at the prospect. He smiled back at his lover. "Ready to be taken, my love."



The Widow at the Opera



WARNING:

Taking wine enemas can kill you.

A straight wine enema could cause alcohol poisoning.

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I had met Polly Forbes at a surprise birthday party. We had been dating off and on for two years. I was way out of her class,but she seemed to like me anyway.

Polly had taken me to her tailor and had him make a custom Tuxedo for me to wear to go to the opera. 

Her chauffeur, Quido delivered the tuxedo at noon and it was a perfect fit. Polly picked me up for dinner and the opera.

We went to Fratrolli Ristorante Italiano's restaurant for dinner. We had a table in a dark corner of the restaurant. The table had a red and white checkered table cloth. A Chianti bottle made into a candle holder lit the table. Polly ordered a large bottle of Chianti.

The waiter returned and poured two glasses of blood red wine into the bell shaped goblets. A trio of gypsy musicians came over to our table and serenaded us. 

Picking up her glass she toasted. "Up your butt with rubber hose." I lifted my glass and returned her toast.

Our spaghetti arrived and she handed the musicians a fifty dollar bill and they moved on to the next room.

As I enjoyed the spaghetti, I felt Polly's bare foot caress my cock and it hardened. She laughed when she saw my face turn red, "Gotcha Baby..!"

After dinner Quido drove us to the opera. Her opera box was high on the right side of the building. When Quido left, Polly gave me deep tongue kiss and grabbed my cock.

"We're not going to watch the opera are we, Polly?"

"Probably not. " And pulled down the top of her dress and her ample breasts flopped out. 

"Wow, what bodacious Ta-Tas you have!"

"Suck my nipples, big boy. " 

I rubbed her nipples until they became hard and moist. I took turns sucking each nipple until she was squealing.

"I want you to cum on my breasts!"

How could I refuse?

She began jacking me off as I sucked her tits. 

"Ah...Ah...I'm going to come!"and shot a load right between her tits.

She gasped in sweet agony and the feeling was much more than sexual desire

She felt a warm glow flow through her.

Thoughts filled her mind.

"I wonder if he could love me." 

"It was just the passion of the moment." 

"How could he love an old cougar like me?"

We cleaned up and put our clothes back on just as the opera started.

As we watched the opera, Polly had a special glow on her face for rest of the Opera.

After-wards we walked to her limo and she asked, "Would you like to come out for the weekend?"

I nodded.

"Home, Quido!" and we snuggled into the backseat.

She took me into the shower and gave me my morning enema. When she finished me,I flushed her out until her water ran clear.

"Let's try out that high colonic out on me." Polly suggested. 

"How about 2 quart clean out enema to get started?"

I returned with a warm soapy enema and gave to her.

"Let me up!" she pleaded and headed to the toilet

When she returned I had just finished hooking up the high colonic enema nozzle to the gallon sized enema bag.

"Are you sure that long nozzle fit all up my butt?"

"Yes, but get on your hands and knees." I said. 

"I'll put some pillows under your tummy."

She climbed on the bed and pile of pillows.

Polly spread her cheeks with her hands.

I lubed the colonic nozzle and inserted it into her gaping anus. Lubing the tubing as I inserted in her rosy brown butt hole.

I rotated the semi stiff hose lubing it every foot up her enormous ass.

If she flinched I stopped until she relaxed and said. "Ok, give me some more."

About 20 minute later I opened the clamp and let the water flow. Slowly I finished the insertion and the warm water flowed freely.

I heard Polly weeping 

"Are you ok darling? I asked. She nodded.

In an emotional tone she said "I'm going to ...Cum..!"

She began humping the pillows on the bed.

She was having an enema orgasm.

She gasped in sweet agony. "I think I love you Robbie darling!"

A hot tear rolled down her cheek and she blushed.

I waited until she was relaxed and then I snaked colonic nozzle slowly out of her intestines.

"Just relax Polly it's just about out."

As pulled the hose out of her anus, she asked. "Did I take the whole gallon?" I nodded and plugged a large black butt plug into her rectum. "This will help you hold it!"

I removed all the enema equipment from the bedroom.

When I returned she was sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping tears from her eyes.

"Robbie I'm sorry about what I said about loving you."

I took her face in my hands and held it gently.

I looked into her eyes and said. "Maybe I love you too Polly!"

I pulled her close and kissed her mouth hungrily.

"Breakfast is served." Came over the intercom.

After breakfast we swam in the pool. 

Later she showed me the ranch. 

She showed me the barn and her livestock.

"How about a little roll in the hay?" She invited.

"I like that idea!" I answered.

We climbed the ladder to the hay loft. She threw a Scottish plaid blanket on top of the hay and settled down on her back spreading her legs. I lifted her skirt up and pulled her bloomers down and began eating her pussy until it was sloppy wet.

"Get up on your knees, woman!" I entered her dripping pussy and began to pump into her deep, dark hole. "Oh fuck me you stallion!"

"Ah, ah... fuck me...fuck me... fuck me!" she screamed. She reached down and scooped up a handful of her pussy juice and rubbed it on her anal orifice. "Don't cum yet, I want your spunk to squirt up in my bowels."

I slipped Spikey into her rectum.

She welcomed my cock into her body.

I pumped her ass like a madman and delivered her cum enema. .

We dressed and left the barn. We walk back to house holding hands like a couple of kids.

When we arrived at the house, lunch was waiting for us. 

After lunch I showed her the pair of nozzles I had bought for us.

"Petzler tubes, huh?" "I know where we can test these babies."

"Where?" I asked. 

"In the hot tub, I always wanted to have an enema in the hot tub...and now we can."

"Let's make up the wine enemas. First we must dilute the wine." 

"25% wine and 75% water." I said.

"Then I'll meet you out at the tub with a gallon sized wine enema bag and hoses. You bring the Petzler nozzles. "

I lubed Polly's anus and handed her the nozzles and she attached them to the wine-laden enema bag. 

We inserted the Petzlers. Slowly she lowered herself into the tub and I followed. She started the jets and we both sat down.

"What a great way to get drunk in the afternoon." "Go slow on the enema or else you'll be getting out of tub to take a shit." I cautioned.

I warned her too late. She clicked off her enema hose, blowing wine out her butt as she headed to the bathroom. 

She returned and lubed herself up and stuck the Petzler back in her butt.

I sucked on her tits and she stroked my cock. When she had Spikey hard, she pumped and pumped until I shot my load. Strings of my cum rose to the surface of the bubbling water.

"Now we have proof that cum floats." She joked.

She settled back in the hot tub and casually and carefully let the wine flow up her bottom. We listened to romantic music on the surround sound system she had on her patio.

Polly was a glowing image of fire, passion, and love as she bobbed in the water of the hot tub.

In her mind's eye she visualized what it would be like being married to Robbie.

"I am beginning to feel a little drunk." She said. "Where did you read about wine enemas?" 

That's a long story, Polly. 

I'll have to tell you another time." 

"How would you like to host an Orgy?" Polly asked.

~~More to Cum~~



The Widow Beatrice



My name is Keith and this is a true story that happened to me last winter. I’m 20 and this was a few weeks before my birthday while I was visiting my parents during the holiday break in December. It was three days after Christmas and my father had just left for a month overseas which left me and mom and my 18 year-old sister Teri. I was out catching up with friends (actually, I was trying to fuck my ex because I hadn’t been laid in 4 months and I was horny as hell). After a few futile hours it started to snow hard so we broke up our get together and I went home. I had planned on grabbing a pair of panties from the hamper and jerking off, either my mom’s or my sisters. I have been a panty sniffer since I’m about 14 but had always sniffed my mom’s. I had discovered my second night home that Teri liked wearing thongs and her pussy was even sweeter then my mom’s. 

Anyway, as I drove home the roads were getting pretty bad from the heavy snow and I was relieved to finally pull up in the driveway. I wished I had taken mom’s offer to use her SUV but it was brand new and I was too nervous. I walked in the house and my mom still had company. Janet, our neighbor from down the street. She was a few years younger then mom and I liked her and her husband because they were still pretty cool. Beatrice was also there and my heart beat a little faster.

Bea was mom’s age (45) and they had been friends since college. Bea’s husband died of a heart attack a few years ago and she spent a lot of time here since then and I enjoyed those visits before I left for school. Bea is a walking wet dream. My mom has 36C breasts (at least that’s what the tag on her bra’s say) and Bea’s were even bigger then my mom’s. She had very light brown hair, halfway to her butt (I should mention she had a great butt, probably because she and her husband never had children) and very nice feet and legs. She was probably 5’8” (much taller then my mom) and she looked more like our older sister then my mom’s college dorm mate. I always felt and acted silly around her because I had masturbated at least 1000 times thinking of her naked. She gave me the warmest hug when I went into the den to say hi and I had to beat a quick exit because during that hug my cock decided to spring up. This may not be a problem for some but it was for me. My cock is 9” (I’ve measured) and it shows when I get hard like that.

I passed the hallway bathroom on my way to my bedroom to make a withdrawal from the hamper but the door was locked and I heard the shower running. I guess Teri decided to stay home instead of going to see her boyfriend. The weather was really bad out now. I changed into sweats and a t-shirt and even though I was horny as hell I decided to wait for Teri to get out of the shower so I could grab a pair of panties. Hey, I just got back from school where I had to jerk off every day without the benefit of a sexy, damp pair of panties. I wanted to enjoy the luxuries of home.

Fifteen minutes later Teri knocked on my door and asked me what I was doing home so early. I told her about the weather and she said “duh” but thought since I was out already I would stay out and maybe spend the night at my ex-girlfriend’s. I told her that plan didn’t work and she said her plan to sleep at Mark’s got screwed up also by the weather. She looked so good in that bathrobe, her hair up in a towel. She had cute, sexy feet and her toenails were painted a perfect red. I knew it was wrong to want to fuck my sister but I couldn’t help it. She was hot.

She asked me if I wanted to watch a movie later with her after the “horny old ladies” left and I said sure. I was anxious for her to leave the room so I could get in the bathroom and search the hamper. She left after telling me it was nice having me home and I waited until her bedroom door closed before making my way to the bathroom. It was still steamy in there. I closed the door and opened the hamper and right on top was a pair of silky orange thongs. As soon as I touched them I could tell they were wetter then ever before. That’s when I became careless. I immediately brought them to my nose to sniff. My cock shot up faster then I ever remembered. I inhaled before running my tongue over the wet crotch and tasting my sisters pussy juices. I untied my sweats and dropped them to my knees and grabbed a second pair of panties from the hamper. My sisters were over my face like a mask while I pumped my cock with the second pair wrapped around my shaft. 

I had only intended to grab the panties and go back to my room so I never locked the door. “Holy friggin’ shit!” I swear my heart nearly jumped from my chest when I heard Beatrice’s voice. She was staring at my cock, her mouth wide open. “Your cock is beautiful.” It was odd and very erotic at the same time hearing her use the word “cock” and after a minute of complete shock I pulled up my sweatpants. Teri’s panties were still in my hand and Bea noticed them, “Are those Teri’s?” she asked holding out her hand. I nodded but couldn’t verbalize at that moment. “Very sexy” she said and then brought them to her face and closed her eyes and inhaled. “Sweet pussy must run in the family.” She said and handed them back to me.
“Where did you disappear to?” I heard mom’s voice coming down the hall. I had enough time to put the panties back in the hamper when she walked in. I covered my cock but it was obvious mom had too much wine and she wasn’t very observant. “Did you ask my wonderful son yet?” mom came over and gave me a hug. If she felt my cock she didn’t react. Still speechless I nodded “no”.
“Sweetie, would you mind taking Bea home? Use the new truck. I insisted she stay but she has to get home to meet with the contractor in the morning. I would do it but I think I had a glass or two too much of that wine.”
“A bottle too much is more like it.” Bea said and they laughed and mom jokingly called her a bitch.
“Sure.” I finally managed. Mom walked up to me and asked me if I felt all right because I looked flushed, I assured her I was okay and Bea looked down at my crotch and smirked.

Bea’s house was a fifteen-minute ride under normal conditions but it was really snowing hard. The main roads were okay however so I took it slow. We drove in silence the first few minutes before I felt Bea looking at me. I turned to my right and she was smiling at me. I was nervous. I liked Bea a lot and had never felt uncomfortable around her but it was different now. She had seen my cock, saw me sniffing my little sisters panties. Hell, she had sniffed them herself. And what was that comment about sweet pussies running in the family? Were her and my mom lovers? My cock started to fill with blood again despite my nervousness.
“You must be pretty popular on campus with that thing.” She said and she was still looking at me and still smiling. I didn’t answer; I didn’t know what to say. 
“When your mom and I were in college we had a guy like you. I mean, a really big cock like yours and handsome like you. We fucked him constantly during our senior year. We thought we were going to kill the poor guy but man-oh-man what an amazing fuck he was.” Okay, if you hadn’t guessed yet, my cock was at full throttle now.
“What happened to him?” I managed to ask in a quiet voice.
“He still fucks your mom almost every night.”
“What?” I asked somewhat louder now thinking mom was cheating on dad.
“You mean you never hear your dad fucking your mom? Your mom can get pretty noisy.” She laughed and shifted in the passengers seat. She was right about mom being loud though, I had heard her more then once despite my parent’s bedroom being the only one on the second floor.
“You and my dad?” I asked and was very interested and losing some of my shyness.
“Probably 200 hundred times in college. Only twice though since they married. In fact, your dad is the last man that I’ve been with. It was last New Years Eve. I think your mom let me fuck him out of pity.” She laughed again and I didn’t know if she was a little tipsy or if she was just enjoying what she was doing to me. 
“You had a threesome with them?” 
“Yes, it was wonderful. Your mom and I have been lovers for 25 years, since we were 19. We had plenty of threesomes in college but it’s been mostly just the two of us now. When my husband was alive we got really drunk during that cruise we took 4 or 5 years ago?” I nodded; I remembered when they went away. “We had our own little orgy with the four of us and another couple that were on their honeymoon. Your dad fucked me good that night too. That was the only time I had two men in me at once. Mmm… it still makes me wet thinking about that.” I looked over and she had her legs opened and her hand was under the long skirt she was wearing. “Turn off at the next road.” She pointed to the right. 

I guess I had lost concentration because when I turned off the road the truck skidded and we ended up in a ditch. Well, not really a ditch but we were far enough off the road that the SUV was stuck. Fifteen minutes later I was still spinning the wheels only now I had dug the tires into a ditch. My erection was long gone and I was panicking that I had fucked up the new truck. Bea told me we could walk the rest of the way and get the truck out in the morning. I inspected it as we stood in the driving snow and was relieved there didn’t seem to be any damage on it. As we gathered our things and started walking I realized she said “in the morning” we could get the truck. Did she intend for me to stay? As if reading my mind she said we’d call my mom as soon as we got home and tell her and let her know what was going on. “I’m sure she would rather you spend the night then get stuck by yourself going back home.” I nodded. 

I was quiet as we walked to her house. I think we must’ve been a mile away or at least that’s how far it seemed but it could have been the fact that I was freezing from the wet snow and the high winds. “How come if you and mom are lovers, you didn’t have more sex with your husband and my dad? Why only that one time?”
“Two reasons really. My Tom didn’t have half the dick your dad does, not many men do. He was intimidated watching me with such a big guy. The other is…” She stopped and she looked me in the eye, we were maybe a block from her house now. “If I tell you this, do you promise me you won’t judge your father?” I nodded, confused but I wanted to know what she was talking about. “Promise me?” She asked again. “Promise.” I said out loud this time. “Your dad is bisexual. He likes oral sex with other men and that bothered my husband. Tom was homophobic. Does that bother you, knowing that about your dad?” I laughed and nodded it didn’t bother me at all. In fact, I felt some sort of relief knowing that. You see, when I was 15 I was watching a porno with my best friend Josh and we started to jerk off and eventually I was jerking his cock and he was jerking mine until we both exploded. We never repeated it or we never mentioned it and we went off to different schools and sort of lost touch over the year. I also noticed I didn’t mind it when someone else was in the showers with me and I always checked out the guys cock. My dad is a straight arrow. Tough and macho and knowing this about him made me feel better about my own feelings.

We were both half frozen by the time she turned the key to her front door. I hadn’t been here in ages and I had forgotten how much bigger her house was then ours. I did remember her built in swimming pool in the back because I used it often as a kid. Bea took off her wet coat and my eyes locked on her huge tits because the nipples were practically busting through her blue blouse. She saw me staring and said it wasn’t her fault she was half frozen. I looked away and she told me to get out of my wet things and she would get me something to put on. I took off my shoes and my jacket and even my sweater was soaked as well as the legs of my jeans, which I left on, with my white t-shirt. Bea disappeared for a few minutes and came in with a pair of pajamas and a towel in one hand the phone on her shoulder. She was talking to my mom and it was obvious my mom was either mad or nervous but eventually I figured out she was just worried about me and was relieved I was okay. Bea handed me the phone and I talked to my mom for a minute assuring her I was okay. She told me that she would call Uncle Bobby (my father’s brother) and my cousin Frank and they would get the car in the morning. Then she would pick me up and take me home. She told me to relax and not to worry and to have fun since “Bea is a wonderful hostess.”

She pointed me towards one of the bathrooms to change and then said she was going to light a warm fire for us. I headed up the stairs behind her and my cock was dancing as I looked at her ass, which still looked pretty tight for a woman in her mid forties. I thought about jerking off to relieve the tension but then decided I liked feeling this horny. I had never felt like this before, it was as if someone took my normal horniness and multiplied it by 50. I put on the pajamas which were baggy enough but too short and balled up my wet clothes and left the bathroom. 

I saw light at the end of the hallway and followed it. I walked quietly and my heart raced. I was hoping to steal a glimpse of Bea while she was undressing. I peered into the room and was disappointed to find her already wearing a thick terry-cloth robe. She smiled and apologized about the pajamas but I told her not to worry because they felt nice and warm compared to the wet clothes I had in my hand. She took them from me and told me she would dry them and for me to follow her while she told me her idea. I walked behind her down the stairs this time and into the laundry room. She put my things in the dryer and asked me where my underwear was. I was still wearing them and she told me to hand them over. I hesitated because I had to take of the pajamas obviously if I was going to give her my underwear. I wore the underwear purposely because they were tight and I thought they would help hide my cock, which had been going up and down for hours now.
She smiled and told me she would tell me her idea and then I could give her my underwear. I told her okay mostly to delay stripping in front of her even though she had already seen me with my cock poking out of my underwear. 

Bea’s idea was to take a bath in her indoor Jacuzzi because it would warm us up. She led me around the corner of the basement into a room that looked like it was from a castle. The room was half the size of her basement and it was all gold marble on the walls and floor. In the middle was a tub big enough for a half dozen people. In one corner was a shower with two showerheads and to the right was an area like a den. There was a big screen television and a stereo built into the wall with a long black leather couch and a fireplace. The television was close enough to enjoy and she explained how her and husband watching movies in the tub or sometimes he would soak and watch baseball or football. I thought that was a pretty cool way to enjoy a game. 
“Unfortunately there aren’t any games on tonight.” She said after she turned the TV on so I could see how good it looked. She had begun filling the tub in the meantime. 
After flipping thru the channels for a few minutes she said the water was ready and that she would turn around and I could strip off my underwear and get in the water and she would put them in with the rest of my clothes. A minute later I was under the hot water naked and yes, my cock was hard.

When she returned she asked me what I wanted to watch. I nervously told her I hadn’t really seen that many dirty movies and she smiled and she said that was okay with her as long as I promised to behave myself. I promised, I would have promised anything. She started reading me some titles, several of them made me laugh because they were spoofs on real Hollywood movies. I asked her if she had any amateur movies because I had seen several at school and decided I was hooked on them. She said she didn’t really and then she stopped and turned to me. She had a very wicked look on her face when she explained that she had a videotape of my parents that my mom had given her. I swear if I touched my cock at that point I would’ve shot my load in the Jacuzzi. 

She seemed as excited as me to be watching this. She went into a locked cabinet and I snooped and saw many other tapes locked up in there as well. She put the tape in the machine and stood by the edge of the Jacuzzi with the remote in her hand and told me to turn around while she got in the tub. I turned around and before I could “accidentally” see her naked body she was already under the water. She sat opposite me and told me to come sit next to her so I had a good view of the TV. I slid beside her and when our bodies touched (hip to hip) I shuddered and I swear I felt her body react the same way.

She explained to me that when my parents took their two-week summer get away at the lake, they detoured to a swingers annual camp-out for three days on their way. She said it wasn’t uncommon for other members to join my parents at my grandfather’s lakeside cabin after the retreat. She said this tape was from the summer that had just passed and that my mom had given it to her a few weeks ago. She told me to keep an open mind because there was some interesting stuff on the tape. She told me that sex; any kind of sex as long as it was between consenting adults and no one was hurt was okay. I agreed with her thinking 100 percent.

I watched twenty minutes of footage from the nude campsite and I got to see my Uncle Bobby and his wife (my aunt Maria) and my cousin Frank and his wife (he got married two summers ago to a real sexy Spanish woman) and his sister Janice (also my cousin) who was overweight but had a pretty face and really big titties. She was my age and I had heard whispers that she was a lesbian. There was some nudity on the tape but very little. Bea explained that for the privacy of the members, no footage was allowed in the selected areas around the campsite. By selected she explained that those were the areas where the swinging sex went on. 

Then the camera was zooming in on a perfect ass. I mean, it was smooth and tanned and between the cheeks you could see a smooth, shaven pussy. When the camera went a little lower you could see a nice pair of tits hanging there, as the hot woman’s head bobbed up and down on somebody’s hard cock. I recognized the voice of the cameraman; it was my dad’s. “So, is this how you became this years “Cock-Sucking Queen”?”
The woman turned around and over her shoulder she smiled and said to be quiet because she was training to defend her crown next year. I was shocked to see it was my mom!

Bea stopped the tape after my parents said see you next year and the tape faded to black.
“We should dry off and sit by the fire before we watch the next part.” I nodded. I cannot begin to tell you how badly my cock was throbbing at this point but it was getting into the critical phase now because my swollen balls were also beginning to ache. That’s when Bea stood up, she didn’t ask me turn away or anything. She simply stood up and stepped up and out of the Jacuzzi. 

My god, her mature body was hotter then I ever could have imagined. My eyes went right to her tits. They were really were big and heavy and they looked pretty firm despite the fact they hung nearly to her navel. Her brown triangle was neatly trimmed and when she saw me look she told me she was sorry she wasn’t as smooth as my mom. I just nodded and my eyes looked back to her tits before she wrapped a towel around them. Her nipples weren’t really that big but her areola’s were and they had bumps surrounded the outer edge. I just stood right up and she looked right at my cock. It was practically flat against my belly and it was huge and red from the hot water. She smiled at me and held out a towel. She reached out and touched my balls and told me they were so tight and so ready and my knees buckled a little and I told her I was hurting.




The Widow Beatrice



After drying off for several minutes Bea leaned into me, dropping her towel so those beautiful tits pressed up against me and she kissed me deep. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I pulled her closer to me. After making out for I’m not sure how long, she dropped to her knees right there and started to lick my balls. A minute later she was sucking them into her warm mouth one at a time and holding my cock up against my belly so she could lick and suck them unobstructed. Then she moved to my cock. I noticed right away that she seemed to like my foreskin and that was a change from the girls I had been with. I’ve had limited experience but in my limited experience I noticed girls my own age would pull my foreskin down tight before sucking my cock so that it looked and felt like a regular cock (one that’s cut). Bea seemed to love that my cock was different and played with the foreskin with her tongue. I’d like to say I was a real stud but it didn’t take very long for me to start moaning “I’m ready…I’m ready…oh god, here it comes.” And my cock slid into her throat and I started to cum. I can say with confidence that the ten spurts my cock shot were by far the most I had ever cum. Bea swallowed and swallowed but when she was finished and she released my cock, giving it a kiss on the head, cum was dripping down her chin and had dripped onto the tops of her tits. 

She stood and we kissed and she fed me some cum (I have been eating my own cum since I started jerking off) so it didn’t bother me at all. I even leaned down and licked my own cum from her tits after our kiss had ended.

“Now you can enjoy the rest of the tape.” She said and we walked in to a place near the fire, about ten feet from the TV. We sat on a throw rug and she pulled a blanket off the couch before she told me the first part of the tape was just a teaser. “I really think you’re going to like what happens at your grandpa’s cabin” and we settled in to watch the rest of the tape.

Boy, did I ever enjoy those videos from Grandpa’s cabin. I also enjoyed the taste of Bea’s pussy that night and I enjoyed how wonderful it felt to be inside her surprisingly tight pussy and even tighter ass. We didn’t sleep at all that night and by the time my mom came over the next day Bea had milked my young cock of 7 or 8 loads (the last few could hardly be called loads). That was our first night together as lovers but definitely not the last.