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Golf Widow

By: pdogg



Chapter One

"I'm off to the golf course, honey. I'll be back later this evening," said Jim Roan as he closed the door behind him. His wife Becky watched him get into his car and drive off. "See you later honey," she said sarcastically as she reached into one of her dresser drawers. She pulled out her vibrator and walked over to the big over stuffed chair that sat beside her bed. She quickly peeled off her top , undid her bra, and slid off her shorts. She closed her eyes and she began running her soft hands over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened and her breath became ragged as she became more turned on.

She loved it that her husband of so many years had recently taken up golf. It left her plenty of time to pleasure herself and she had been forced to do a lot of that lately. As Jim's interest in golf grew, his interest in having sex with his still beautiful wife waned. Becky was in her sexual prime at the ripe young age of 43. Her breasts were still a perky 34b and she kept most of the fat off her body through rigorous work outs and until recently sex with her husband. Her lithe body showed no signs that she had given birth to two children, a boy and a girl, when she was in her late teens. 

Becky licked her lips and moistened her right index finger before she slid it into her now slick pussy. She got her finger wet with her juices and then she brought it to her nose and she inhaled deeply. She loved the scent and taste of her own vagina, just as she loved the scent and taste of her female lovers vagina's so many years ago. She had been very bisexual before she married Jim but after she married him she put her husband first and she swore off women for the sake of her marriage. She still fantasized about those days when she seduced women and recently she had been wavering in her long time commitment to staying straight. 

Her panties were becoming wetter and wetter as she sucked her pussy juice covered finger while she rubbed her vagina through her silk undies with her other hand. Little moans escaped her mouth as she worked on getting herself off. With nipples so stiff they could have cut glass she finally slid down her fragrant wet panties. Her hands trembled as they went between her legs. Before she knew it she was hunching down hard on the three fingers on her right hand that she had slid into her wet pussy. She could feel her orgasm building. 

She humped her hand harder and she brought her left hand up and she pinched her nipples, one at a time, harder and harder as her excitement grew. Her mid section grew tense and she felt her orgasm contractions building to a crescendo. Finally she could take it no more and as her thoughts raced back to one of her girl/girl encounters in high school she pushed her hand as deep inside her as it would go and she burst out with her first orgasm of the day. Her whole body throbbed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. She struggled to catch her breath as she withdrew her wet fingers. She lazily dreamily sniffed them as she licked them clean. 

She glanced at the clock and saw that she had about 5 more hours of free time before her husband got home from the golf course. She smiled and thought to herself, "I just had one great cum and I didn't even use my vibrator yet. I've got the rest of the afternoon to play with it, hell yeah. This is going to be a great Saturday." 

Just as she was reaching down to pick up her still soaked panties she heard someone come through the gate and go into the pool in their backyard. Becky brushed her raven hair off her face and she walked to the window as she held her panties. She peered out and she saw her daughter Jill with an older looking girl. Jill had just turned 19 and she had gotten most of her father's good looks. She was a curvy blonde young girl with boobs that were larger than her mother's, Jill's breasts were 36c. She had a bigger butt than her mother and she looked like the kind of woman that Becky used to go for when she was a young pussy hound. The older girl with Jill looked slim like Becky did and she even had long black hair as well. Becky had no idea who the girl with her daughter was. 

She managed to open her bedroom window so she could eavesdrop on the two girls as they used the pool on that sunny June day.

The older girl spoke. She said, "Are you sure we're all alone?" 

Jill nodded and said, "Yes. Daddy is off golfing and Mom is probably out shopping or at the gym working off breakfast."

The older girl smiled and said, "Good. Now you be a good girl and take off my T shirt."

Jill bit her lip and said, "Yes Mommy."

Mommy? Becky was intrigued. She watched the two girls intently.

Jill slid the other girls shirt off and she put it over a deck chair. The girl she had called 'Mommy' was wearing a bikini top and shorts now. She told Jill she could take off her top as well and Jill did so. Jill had a bikini top and shorts on too. In a little girl's voice she said, "Mommy can I take off my shorts?"

'Mommy' said, "You better let me do it for you baby." She smiled wickedly and she knelt before Jill. She pulled Jill to her and she undid the top button on her shorts. She then undid the zipper and she roughly slid them down Jill's legs. "Step out of them baby girl," 'Mommy' said. Jill did so and then the older girl pulled Jill to her so that her face was in Jill's pubic area. "I need to smell you to make sure you're clean enough to go swimming."

Becky watched in amazement as the woman who vaguely resembled her made her daughter spread her legs and then stuck her nose in her crotch and sniffed her daughter's pussy through her bikini. Becky could see how turned on her daughter was and she herself was getting hot as well. As she watched her daughter and the older girl she brought her wet panties to her face and she began sucking the wet part of them, the taste of her pussy on the panties was making her even more excited.

'Mommy' said, "I'm gonna need to sniff your sweet lil baby girl pussy without this bikini in the way honey." She yanked down the green bikini bottoms and she forced her nose into Jill's wet pussy. 

Becky heard Jill croak, "How do I smell Mommy?"

The other girl murmured, "You smell good enough to eat baby doll." Her tongue darted out and she tasted Jill's 19 yr old pussy. 

Becky nearly fell over as she watched her daughter's submissive tendencies being played upon. Her mind reeled as her pussy got wetter as she watched her daughter give herself to the woman who looked like her. 

Jill's lids fluttered with pleasure as she had her pussy licked, sniffed, and prodded as she stood there with her legs apart in the summer sun. Becky could tell her daughter was very turned on. 

Becky got so turned on in fact that she put her hands on the other woman's head and she pushed it further into her glistening young pussy. 

But for some reason the other woman didn't like and she jerked her face out of Jill's pussy. She then stood up and slapped Jill across the face. She screamed, "God damn you, I told you never to put your hands on my head while my face is in your pussy!" She grabbed Jill's left nipple and she began twisting it. "I'll fucking teach you a lesson you little bitch," she said sadistically as she twisted Jill's ample breast.

Seeing her daughter mistreated and abused brought out the protective lioness in Becky. She turned from the window and she ran down the stairs and out the back door. When her first foot hit the pool deck area she said in a menacing voice, "You better unhand my daughter you fucking cunt or I swear I'll kill you." She grabbed the other woman and pushed her into the pool. 

Jill turned red as her eyes darted back and forth between her lover who was thrashing around in the pool and her naked mother. She mumbled, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god," as she pulled up her bikini bottoms and then reached for her t shirt. "Mom, I ..."

Becky screamed at the woman who was getting out of the pool, "Get the hell off my property and stay the hell away from my daughter you abusive dyke!"

Jill weakly protested, "But Mom, we were...." Becky cut her off, "You be quiet young lady." She glared at the other woman who quickly grabbed her clothes and tried to throw them on as she ran out to the street where her car was parked. "If I see you sniffing around here again I'll kill you you cunt!"

With tears in her eyes Jill said, "She wasn't hurting me Mom! We were playing."

Becky snapped at her daughter, "Get your ass inside the house little girl. We'll finish this conversation in there!" Not waiting a second to let her words sink in she grabbed Jill by the wrist and she dragged her into the house. 

"Mom! Stop it! I'm not a kid anymore!" Jill fought her mother but in the end Becky was too strong and she yanked Jill indoors. "That was my friend you ran off, she and I..."

" You and she what? Play lesbo mommy and daughter games?" Jill whimpered and tried to speak but Becky pushed on, "I heard you call her Mommy." Sweat popped out on Becky's forehead as she talked to her daughter. As she talked Jill was taking in the sight of her mother's nude body. "Is that what you're into these days? Is that what you learned at college last year? That you like to have sex with women who look like me?" Becky was hoping that her daughter would say "Yes."

Jill said, "It's not what you think, I'm not a lesbian." 

Becky, cooling down somewhat said, "I don't care if you are a lesbian. Or if you're bisexual, or whatever. I just don't want to see anyone hurt my little girl." As the air conditioning kicked on and Becky felt the cool air hit her nude body she finally realized she was still nude. She blushed and reached for an afghan that was laying on the back of a chair in their living room. She noticed that Jill's eyes were all over her as she tried to cover herself up. "Sit down honey," said Becky.

"I'm not a lesbi..." 

Her mother cut Jill off again. "Honey, I don't care if you are. Honestly. And if you are just experimenting and having some fun then that's fine with me. Hell Jilly, I did the same thing when I was your age."

Jill's eyes widened. "Really?"

Becky nodded. 

"And did you like it?" Jill asked.

Becky laughed a throaty full laugh. "Oh hell yes. I loved it. I loved making it with women. I loved it. The kissing, the touching, the feel of soft female flesh on me."

"Do you still do it Mom?"

Becky shook her head no. "I stopped when I married your father. I didn't want to cheat on him I loved him too much. But..." Becky stopped herself and she looked away from her daughter's pretty face before she could say anything else.

"But what Mom?"

"But..." 

Jill scooted over to her mother and said pressed her a little further. "But what? Tell me."

"It's just that in the past few months your father has wanted me less and less and I've been thinking about women a lot lately..."

"Thinking lustful thoughts about them?"

It was Becky's turn to blush. "Yes."

"You're still a beautiful woman Mom. Any woman who is into women would be lucky to have you as a lover." Jill smiled as she peered intently at her mother while trying to read her for signs that this line of conversation was going to go somewhere.

"Thanks honey. You're very sweet to say that."

Jill took her mother's hand and said, "I mean it too Mom. Any chick who digs women would love to have you for her lover." She took a deep breath and licked her lips and then said, "Especially me."

Becky's heart leapt upon hearing those words but she wanted to be sure she was hearing things correctly. She said, "Especially you what?"

Jill brought her mother's hand to her nose and she sniffed it. "I smell pussy on this hand. I'll bet you were watching me and Shell while you were rubbing your pussy." She kissed her mother's fingers. "I'd be especially happy to have you as a lover Mom." She looked into her mother's eyes as she gently sucked her mother's fingers. 

Becky took her hand back from her daughter. "But I'm your mom," she said trying to give Jill an out if she wanted one. "Society says we shouldn't make love."

Jill reached over and planted a soft kiss on her mother's lips. She then whispered in her ear, "Fuck what society says. I'm yours if you want me Mommy." 

Becky growled as Jill kissed her ear and blew her hot breath all over her ear and neck. "Oh Christ honey. I'm going to ask you one more time, is this what you really want?"

Jill stopped kissing her mother's ear and neck and she looked deeply in to her eyes. She reached down and took her mother's hand and she spread her legs. She put Becky's hand on her wet pussy and she said, "I've never wanted anything more in my life."  

Becky pulled her hand back and she wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Baby, Mommy wants you too." 

The two women kissed and melted into one another's arms. As their passion grew Jill said, "I've been a bad girl Mommy, I need to be punished." 

As she sucked on her daughter's tongue and as she fondled her nubile body, Becky thought to herself, "Holy shit, I've hit the jackpot."

Golf Widow Ch. 02



Becky broke from the kiss she and her daughter were sharing. She held her daughter Jill's face in her soft hands and said, "Is this really happening? Am I about to make love with my beautiful curvy sexy daughter?"

Jill blushed a bit and said, "Well, seeing as how you have me so excited I'm about to pop and my nipples are so stiff they could cut glass and my pussy is wetter than Niagara Falls, I sure as hell hope so." Becky brushed the blond hair from her daughter's face and she whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before young lady." The words sent shivers of excitement through both women. "But we're going to do it in my bedroom so get that beautiful ass of yours up."

Becky stood and offered her hand to her almost nude daughter. Jill took it and as she stood she kissed her mother. Her tongue slid into Becky's mouth and the women wrapped their arms around one another as they kissed and mashed their breasts together. Becky reached back and she gently parted Jill's heavy ass cheeks. She lightly probed Jill's ass crack.

Jill clenched a bit as her mother ran her finger up and down her crack. She had a involuntary shiver of excitement as her mother's finger probed her dark abyss. "God damn Mom, I am so turned on."

Becky took a deep breath as she took her finger out of Jill's ass crack. She put her finger to her nose and she inhaled deeply. Jill nearly had an orgasm watching her sniff her finger. Becky said in a voice heavy with lust, "So am I baby girl. So am I." She licked her daughter's musky butt odor off her finger then she took her baby girl by the hand and she lead her up the stairs. 

Jill's heavy breasts swayed as she was led by her mom. Her eyes darted all over her mother's 40 something year old body as they walked up the stairs. Jill could not believe how hot her mom still was after all those years of marriage and after having two kids. She didn't think it was possible for her pussy to get any wetter but as she stared at her mother leading her into the bedroom she got hotter and wetter. 

Becky led Jill to the bed and told her to lay down. She then went back and closed the door. She said as she walked back to the bed, "I hope you don't mind honey but it's been a lot of years since Mommy ate pussy." She got up on the king sized bed with her daughter. She pulled her daughter's leg apart and she swiftly took down her bikini bottoms. "I need to eat that pussy of yours before I go insane honey." She put her face between Jill's legs and she looked at her daughter's hairy pussy. Jill's young pussy hypnotized her. She leaned down and kissed it softly. Jill moaned as her mother began attending to her pussy. "Oh my fucking god baby girl, your pussy is beautiful." 

Jill blushed as she said, "Do you really like it Mommy?"

Becky gave her daughter a devilish look as she lowered herself between Jill's legs and got ready to worship at the fountain of young pussy. "Honey, I like it. I love it, And I'm sure I'll never get enough of it." Her tongue shot out and it slid deep inside her daughter's sopping wet pussy. All the tastes of her youth came flooding back to Becky as she swirled her tongue inside Jill pussy. The tangy female taste danced on her tongue. She inhaled her daughter's excited aroma as she licked and kissed her pussy. The odor of excited pussy and sweat mixed with the musky aroma of Jill's ass and it was like perfume to Becky. She greedily devoured her daughter.

Jill moaned as her mother ate her pussy. She put her hands on her head and she pushed her face deeper into her vagina. It had never felt this good with those other women. Those other women who all looked like Becky. Jill could feel the love and lust oozing out of her mother's lips and tongue as Becky sated her hunger for pussy. "Oh god Mommy, eat me. Don't stop." Jill tried to open her legs wider so that Becky could get deeper inside her but it was no use, Becky's face was as deep as it was going to get. Jill then began grinding her pussy and pushing it at her mother's face. "Fuck. Yes. God. Yes. Lick. It. Eat my bad girl pussy Mommy." The sound of her moans filled not only the bedroom where the women were making love, they filled the whole second floor of the house. 

Becky could not get enough. She licked and sucked Jill's pussy and she pushed her face back into her vagina every time Jill pushed her twat at her mother. Becky alternated between sliding her tongue inside her daughter and licking for dear life and taking long swiping licks that began at her daughter's clit and ended with her flicking her tongue in her sweet little rosy brown asshole. Making love to a woman was like riding a bike to Becky, once she learned how she never forgot either. She decided to tease Jill a bit. She raised her face up so that Jill could see her and she said, "Is my baby girl ready to cum?" 

Jill opened her eyes and she saw her mother's face all shiny with the wetness from her own pussy. She croaked in an excited voice, "Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Yes. Mommy make me cum for you. Make you baby girl cum." 

Becky smiled at her daughter and she started licking her 19 yr old clit furiously. As she did she slid two fingers in her daughter's vagina and she finger fucked her as she licked her swollen clit. 

Jill clawed at the bed and she grabbed handfuls of the sheets and her mother tortured her big fat clit. "More Mommy."

Becky asked, "More what baby girl?"

Jill whispered in a sexy husky voice, "More fingers."

Becky giggled and she did as her daughter asked. She slid three fingers in as she resumed kissing and sucking Jill's clit. 

Jill's orgasm welled up inside her and she moaned, "More Mommy."

Becky slid in four fingers and she clamped her mouth down on Jill's clit and she sucked for all she was worth. 

When her mother started wiggling her fingers inside her pussy Jill finally exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she struggled to catch her breath. Her pussy throbbed as it spasmed. It tightened and loosened all on it's own as she came. Every nerve in her body was on fire as she climaxed. 

Becky watched her daughter cumming and a mixture of love, pride, and lust welled up in her. Jilly thrashed and caught her breath and Becky slowly took her hand out of her spasming pussy. Becky watched the last throes of her daughter's orgasm fade and she smiled broadly. "Did Mommy do her baby girl good?"

Jill sat up and she pulled her mother to her. She kissed her roughly and she licked and sucked as much of her juice off her mother's face and out of her mouth. "Oh my god Mommy. You are wonderful." She kissed her mother's face and neck. "You're the best I've ever had."

Becky felt a flash of maternal and sexual pride. "Really?" Her nipples stiffed and she could feel her breasts getting hard as her daughter kissed and nuzzled her.

Jill looked deep into her mother's big blue eyes. "Mom, I mean it. All those other women I were with, they were nothing compared to you. None of them moved me that way you just did. None of them made me cum so hard. None of them made me feel so loved." Jill began running her palm over her mother's small boobs. "None of them made me this wet." She stopped rubbing her mother's breasts and she reached down between her legs and she ran her hand over her slit. Having sufficiently wetted it, she brought it back to her face and she licked her wetness of it. "I swear my pussy never tasted this good until you ate it Mommy."

Becky had to resist the urge to push her baby girl back down on the bed and dive between her legs again, she knew that Jill was not recovered enough from her massive orgasm yet. But she did lean in and kiss Jill softly. 

Jill broke their sweet kiss and she said, "It's my turn now." She laid Becky down on the bed and she crawled on top of her. She kissed her mother's open mouth and she sucked her tongue when Becky would let her. She showered her mother's pretty face with kisses as she pressed her curvy body into hers. Jill kissed her way down Becky's face and onto her neck. The slowly she showered her mother's collarbone and upper chest with wet sloppy kisses and licks. Jill knew her mother was getting even more turned on than she had been because she could smell her mother's excitement. Becky's excitement smelled a little different than Jill's and the aroma of it made both women hotter. The scent of it made their lovemaking more insistent and intense.

Becky's breasts heaved as Jill finally made her way to them. She sucked in one nipple as she pinched and rubbed the other one. Becky's 34b's never felt so good as they did while Jill worked them with her tongue and fingers. Her daughter sucked her breasts like she had done so many years ago when she was a baby. "Mmmmmm, yes baby girl. Suck my titties just like you did when you were a baby. Milk mommy's tits honey."

With that encouragement ringing in her ears Jill began nibbling Becky's nipples in addition to licking, sucking, rubbing, and pinching them. She reached down between her mother's legs and she began fingering her wet pussy. Becky's clit felt like a small penis in Jill's hand. She nibbled and sucked as she pressed her mother love button.

The air was heavy with the aroma of female sex and moans of passion. Jill slipped a finger inside her mother and it quickly found her G-spot. When she pressed it her mother yelped and nearly jumped off the bed. "Oh fuck. Oh god. Yes Jilly. Press my buttons you little bitch."

Jill, a submissive by nature, flushed and nearly had another orgasm when her mother called her a little bitch. She managed to fight through the fog of her arousal and say, "Oh god Mom, I love it when you say shit like that to me." She ran her tongue down Becky's torso and she sucked the sweat and love juice out of her mom's belly button. Before she came face to pussy with the vagina she slid out of all those years ago Jill removed her finger from her mother's G-spot. When she did a flood of delicious female sex scent filled her nostrils and she dove between her mother's legs. 

For a brief second she just marveled at the beauty of her mother's vagina. She took in the sight of her pouty vaginal lips and her swollen throbbing clit. She loved the way her mother had trimmed her pubic hair and she leaned down and kissed her little mound of hair first. Then she nuzzled her nose in it. She smelled so excited and womanly that Jill thought she was going to faint from all the pleasure she was experiencing at that exact moment.

Becky noticed Jill had stooped and she looked down and said, "What's wrong? Is it ugly to you? Do you hate it, is that why you're stopping?"

Jill quickly said, "Oh god no Mom, your pussy is beautiful. I just wanted to admire it for a minute."

Becky smiled and she gently placed her hands on Jill's head and she put her face into her pussy. She said, "You'll have plenty of time to admire my beautiful box later you little slut. Mommy's pussy is hungry and she needs you to feed it now." And with that she jammed her daughter's face into her soaking wet vagina.

Jill did not disappoint her mother. She ate her pussy with wild abandon. She kissed, licked, and worshipped the pussy she had always secretly wanted ever since she knew that she was into women. This was the moment Jill had fantasized about so many times while rubbing herself. She was now doing what she had dreamed of for so many years, she was eating out her mom. 

And Becky was loving it. She kept her hands locked on Jill's head so that she would not stop eating her. Her body became a mass of pleasure and all feeling was centered on her groin. As Jill sucked and licked Becky became more and more excited. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing. She knew that as her daughter ate her and made her feel like the sexiest most loving mother in the world that after this there was no turning back. There was no way she was ever going to give up making love with her daughter, it was too good. Too hot. Too special. Too passionate. 

Jill sensed that her mother was close to cumming so she sucked harder and sure enough she felt Becky's vaginal walls start to contract around her fat tongue. Jill quickly slid a finger in her mother's asshole and she began to wiggle it as her mother came. Becky screamed with delight as she came into her daughter's mouth. Her hand flew off Jill's head and she grabbed the sheets in a vise like grip as her orgasm rolled over her. 

Jill watched her mother trash and cum. She knew that what she was feeling for her mother was what other people called 'true love.' She had just given the woman she had grown up idolizing and adoring and wanting the biggest orgasm of her life and Jill was damn proud that she had done it.

Finally as her orgasm faded Becky reached out her hand to her smiling daughter. Jill took it and she let her mother pull her up beside her. She laid Jill's head on her breast and she cooed, "Honey, no one has ever made me feel that way. I came so hard I'm still shaking."

Jill smiled even bigger than before. "I'm so happy Mom." She kissed her mother's breast.

Becky caught her breath and she turned Jill's face to her and she said, "There's no turning back for me honey. I don't think I could live without doing what we just did any more."

Jill kissed her mother's lips quickly and she said, "And you won't have to if you don't want to. I'm not going anywhere any time soon. Not after finally making love with the woman I have loved my whole life. Wild horses could not drag me away from you."

Becky pull Jill on top of her. "Baby girl, from this moment on you and I are sharing this bed."

Jill giggled. "What about Daddy?"

Becky rubbed her daughter's still wet slit. She then licked her fingers clean. "You're daddy doesn't have a pussy that tastes that good and her never made me feel the way you do. He's had his day in this bed and now it's your turn to keep me satisfied." She kissed her daughter as if to seal the deal.

Jill opened her mouth to let her mother's tongue in. This had turned out to be one of a series of the best days of her life. 

Becky broke their kiss and she began cuddling and spooning her daughter. She said in a husky whisper, "Baby girl, I just had to huge climaxes, do you mind if we take a nap now?" She laid her arm across Jill's chest and she cupped one of her breasts as the drowsiness overtook her. 

Jill whispered back, "Mommy, I'm yours now. I'll do whatever you want." As they drifted off Jill loved the feel of her mother's hot breath on her neck and they way her naked body felt against her backside.



Golf Widower



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Copyright Oggbashan February 2006

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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I was savouring my after-breakfast cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Sandra, my next door neighbour.

"Gerald?"

"Yes Sandra. Good morning."

"Are you doing anything this morning?"

"Nothing that couldn't be done another time. Why?"

"I need your help. My car should have come back from servicing this morning at nine o'clock. They've just rung to say that it won't be ready until tomorrow. Something about needing a part for the steering..."

"And?"

"And I'm supposed to be playing a friendly golf tournament starting at eleven o'clock. I've just rung the others. They are already on their way so I can't get a lift. Could you?"

"Drive you to the tournament? I suppose so. Where?"

The tournament was thirty miles away. Not far, but expensively too far for a taxi if one was available. Of course I obliged. I like Sandra. 

We see each other frequently. Sandra is a widow. I am a widower. Our partners died some years ago and both of us are established in our single routines. Sandra has her golf. I have several community interests. We overlap from time to time and seem to spend more time talking to each other than to anyone else. Driving Sandra to a golf tournament was easy. I had taken a book to read if there was nothing else to do.

I didn't get a chance to read the book. Sandra enrolled me as her caddy. As I am completely ignorant about golf all I did was pull her golf trolley around and hand her the club she asked for.

She explained what each club was for and why she had chosen it. I tried to follow her explanations but it was too much information to absorb. Sandra's instructional chat was irritating her opponent, Irene. I could see that it was a gamesmanship ploy that was working. Over the second nine holes Irene became more erratic in her drives and ended in the rough too often. Sandra won easily despite trailing two strokes at the eighth hole. I wasn't sure of the score but apparently Sandra's victory had been unexpected and against the expected form.

The points from her round were just enough to ensure that Sandra's team won the overall contest. As each result was announced and the competition was decided, Sandra hugged me. I hugged her back even though I had no real idea what the scores meant. If they meant another hug that was reward enough for me.

I hadn't really hugged, or been hugged by Sandra before. I might have had a gentle squeeze of a hand, or a peck on the cheek, but never a full-bodied hug. I was enjoying them. We stood side by side watching the score board with our arms around each other. That felt comfortable and natural. There were a couple of curious looks from some of Sandra's team mates, usually followed by a broad smile as they saw how happy we were together.

At the end, we all sat down to a meal in the clubhouse. The two teams were mingled. I sat next to Sandra. Irene, her defeated opponent, was next to me. During the meal, while Sandra was deep in conversation on her other side, she asked:

"Why did she bring you, Gerald? Do you really know nothing about golf?"

I explained about Sandra's car and that I was just the next-door neighbour who had been co-opted as the transport.

"How much did you learn?"

"Not much. There was too much for me to take in during the round."

"She was talking a lot. She put me off my stride."

"I regret that I think that may have been deliberate. Is that allowed in golf?"

"Yes. At least it is in our form of golf. We couldn't go round the course without chatting. What got to me was that Sandra's explanations were precise, correct and a veiled criticism of my tactics. She would say to you something like 'I'd use a five iron' when I had already selected another. I knew that she was right, I was wrong, and that made me less confident."

"I'm sorry that she rattled you, Irene. Do you mind?"

"No. All's fair in love, war and golf competitions."

"I see. Then I think I'll remain a non-player of – golf."

"Wise man. You are possibly safe from war, but I wouldn't be so sure about love," Irene whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"I think Sandra claimed you today. She showed her teammates that Gerald is hers. Do you mind?"

I had to think before answering. Did I mind? 

"No, Irene, I don't think I do."

"Good. Sandra is a mean opponent at golf but from all I know about her she is a great person."

"I think I'd agree with you."

"I thought you might. You two looked happy side by side."

That was the end of our conversation because the presentations started. Sandra won a trophy for best individual performance. Apparently her win over Irene had been against the odds and recent form. Something was said about their relative handicaps. It meant nothing to me.

As we drove back home Sandra asked:

"What was Irene whispering in your ear?"

"She said that all's fair in love, war and golf. I replied that I knew nothing about golf."

"She said more than that, surely?"

"OK. She suggested that you had claimed me. Had you?"

"Would you mind if I had, Gerald?"

"Irene asked that too."

"And what did you answer?"

"I told her that I didn't think I minded."

"You are slow, Gerald. I thought I gave you a large enough hint when we hugged so much. What more do you need?"

"What are you offering?"

"Cheeky!"

"I only asked."

"What would you like?"

"Some companionship, some company that might develop into something more..."

"I think you have that already. How about a meal with me tonight?"

"Are you sure, Sandra? Is it too much trouble? You played a hard game of golf today."

"OK. How about a takeaway pizza, in my house, at seven tonight?"

"Accepted with thanks."

When we got back to our separate but attached homes we both had a shower. I shaved carefully and dressed as if we were going out to dinner. I drove the short distance to the local service station and bought some flowers. At seven exactly I was on the doorstep, flowers in hand. As Sandra opened the door a pizza delivery van arrived. I had to carry the pizza through to the kitchen while Sandra put the flowers in water.

We ate the pizza side by side on her settee, washing it down with a carafe of Chianti. At the end of our meal we took the remains to the kitchen. Sandra pushed me back against the kitchen units and kissed me. I kissed her back.

Her fingers unbuttoned my jacket and removed my tie. I eased my arms out of the jacket and hung it over a chair. Sandra's arms wound around me, pulling me against her warm breasts. We kissed again. She led me back to the living room and pulled me down to the settee. She pressed a lever on its side. It slumped back to form a narrow bed.

We snuggled together on that bed and gradually shed more and more clothes until we were both naked. Slowly and gently we explored each other's body with fingers and lips until the narrow settee bed impeded our efforts.

I gathered her up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. There we developed from companionship into something much more. That something should keep us happy for the rest of our life...

I never did learn to play golf.



Golf Widows



[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[Exiled son returns when he hears that supersexy mom and her twin sister will be golf widows for the weekend.]

*

I think the quote was that 'those that sit and wait' also get served...eventually. It was long in coming, but eventually I got all that I dreamt of, and more.

I had wasted my high school days, thinking that they were more for playing laser tag, video games, or hoops. I kept a basketball in my trunk and would stop at every unoccupied basketball court. Ironically, this did nothing for my resume, so my career after graduation didn't exactly take off.

Kicked out of my house at eighteen, I took a tiny studio apartment. I might have been hired by my own father or his best friend (my uncle), but both of them said they'd take my application and think about it. As a result, I had to get a job as a sporting goods clerk at a retail store...yes, THAT retail store. Blue smock and all, I had to sell 'authentic Indian' bows and arrows made in China. My parents were understandably 'proud' of me. 

My social life was equally fulfilling; all the high school girls I'd hit on now asked me what I was doing and what my plans were. When I told them the truth, they kind of laughed or looked down and told me they had to run. You never saw so many people who had 'left water running', 'had a doctor's appointment', or were 'late for an operation'.

Without a real social life, my fantasy life fell back to the two stars of my youth: my mother and her twin sister. They always appeared to be the soul of propriety, dressed like school marms. They were 39 but could pass for 25 easily. Okay, they had some lines around the eyes (crow's feet), some colors on their legs that shouldn't be there, and maybe a millimeter of looseness in a few places. That didn't change the fact that they were like living dolls, with Barbie dimensions. 

I even watched my mom fit her twin sister for a wedding gown. I wasn't moved by her 37 hips or 24 waist, but the 36 up top with a D cup did 'inspire me'. All this time I thought that it was just padding up there, but no: it was all mom and her sis, all real.

I neared 18 and the mandatory move-out date. I couldn't help but notice that my mom and her sister spent more and more weekend time all alone as so-called 'golf widows' (when husbands play golf and neglect their wives.)

The weekend before I was to leave home, I turned 18. I overheard my mom planning the next weekend's events with her sister. I was shocked that my hyper-conservative mother was going to rent some adult films, get a case of Jack [Daniels], and order pizza, with a little 'surprise' for the delivery guy. I made a memo of all that and saved it.

My move-out went fine. Once I was fully moved, I summoned up my memo page of mom's plans for this weekend. I knew the exact time that mom was doing everything (her day-timer had plans for each hour). I figured that if I showed up before they called for that pizza, they wouldn't go ahead with it. If I played my cards right...

 Among my meager possessions at the time was a great watch, a Rolex Mariner that my dad gave me. I treasured that even though, in reality, he'd bought it in Times Square for $17: a genuine 'Rolex Marimar'. Still, it kept perfect time and I got to mom's place at the exact right moment.

You never saw less of a welcome than the one that I got at the door. Mom and her sister were there, wearing only bathrobes. On the coffee table were four glasses, a half empty bottle of Jack, a six pack of Bud, and three cigars. 

My beautiful mom spoke in a slow, slurred tone; she normally spoke in a crisp, genteel, ice cold fashion. Slightly drunk, she actually sounded, dare I say, like a tramp.

I sort of barged in, saying that I had forgotten some things from my old room. My aunt was now seated, her face looking away in embarrassment. Like my hot mom, she sure filled out that robe nicely. Her silky smooth legs, like my mother's, glistened from a bikini wax. Both of them were barefoot and beautiful, their feet perfect with sparkling red toes and the identical gold love chain ankle bracelet on their slender right ankle. 

I don't know why but their jutting tits and fantastic legs were one thing; that sleazy ankle bracelet was what really turned me on. I was more than ever determined to bed my gorgeous mother and her twin sis. I wouldn't be content until they were both lying side by side, literally dripping out my potent seed. As it was, I had no idea that this happened to be my mother's fertile time. Her sister had gotten synchronized to her over the years spent together, so she was primed too. 

Dutifully, I slipped away into my old bedroom, which was cut off by the garage on the other side of the house. Satisfied that they were alone after the door to the garage slammed, mom and her sis went back to their fun.

I waited for a half hour to let them get confident that I was settled in my old room. Then I quietly snuck back into the main house (an old one which we'd restored.) Literally tiptoeing, I got to mom's locked door which had a big, old fashioned keyhole. I got an eyeful, believe me...

On the large screen TV to the side of her bed, mom was playing a hard-core adult film. Meanwhile, I looked in shock as the two women of my wet dreams were nude, man, nude. My aunt and my mother were side-by-side on the old-fashioned bed on all fours. It had wooden posts at all four corners. By chance, the posts were at just the right height. As the women watched the film and moaned at the appropriate times, they were dragging their wet pussies against those bed posts. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. 

At the high point of the film, when the actress and actor fake a simultaneous orgasm, my mom and her sister went off too, like clockwork. After that, the film ended, the two women kissed and made out, still dragging those tender tissues down there against those lucky bedposts. Then they sagged to the bed, exhausted and spent.

At this point, I just couldn't hold back. I came into the room. My mother and her sister covered what they could in false modesty, screeching about me coming in without knocking (and getting into their locked room?)

Me: "Wow that was quite a show. If I was a good son, I'd say that that was just one of those things. Like maybe I never saw anything, and leave it at that."

Mom: "Oh, God, thank you Jim. For a split second, we didn't know what to think. Let's just forget this, like it never happened."

Me: "Wait just a second...I said IF I was a good son...as you've told me before, I am NOT a good son. I also ran and got a camera and recorded enough footage thru the keyhole to go viral on the web and make your hubbies go postal on you." [Thank God they didn't grill me, as in 'well, where IS that camera?']

You never saw more mortified, embarrassed and concerned women. They huddled on the bed. 

Mom: "Okay, you sneaky bastard. What do you want? I think we keep about $500 in dad's safe. Will that keep you quiet?"

Me: "That's a start...but I want more. I want IT!"

My MILF mother and her sister sat up at the end of the bed, cupping their oversized boobs with one arm and covering their blonde (real blonde) furry forests down there with the other. They were seething.

Mom: "If you think that Paula and I will open our legs for your worthless little worm, some 3 inch toy like your father and uncle's, you can go screw yourself. My advice is to take the money and run, you little bastard!"

Me: "You win; I'll take the money and leave. But just to show you what you're missing, let me show you what kind of meat I pack..."

Mom: "No, Jim...don't!! Please, we don't need to see your tiny equipment. We can look at our hubbies if we need a laugh...please don't!!"

Fortunately, I ignored them. For dramatic effect, I pulled back the jockey opening first, and then released the latch of my pants. Like an elephant trunk, my soft ten inch cock fell out, drooping down towards my knees. Both women gasped, my mom literally putting her hand over her mouth. My aunt licked her lips. 

Aunt Paula: "You can do what you want, Sue, but I want THAT!! Enough of these boring DVD's and girl's only games. I could use a big healthy slab of meat in me and that sure looks good."

Well, there was no more chit-chat or debate. Almost instantly, there were four hands all over me. I was pushed on my back. My beautiful aunt was stroking my cock, her hand going up and down like a Ferrari's piston. Meanwhile, my supersexy mother was making out with me. I caressed her full breasts, doing my little trick. Instead of touching the nipples, I would caress around them. That always drove women wild. Sure enough: my mother soon grabbed my hand, forcing me to touch her pouting popped milk nozzles. A gentle pinch there set my mom off. 

My aunt stopped her stroking of my ten inch manhood, jealous of my mom. She wiggled up to me and shoved an erect nipple into my mouth. I did my best impression of a nursing infant, suckling away at her thumb-sized nip. My aunt soon moaned in orgasm too. I thought that this was setting me on the road to ecstasy. But then, reality...

Mom: "Sweetheart, before this goes any further, I think you should stop. So far, we've just played around. If you had a condom, we MIGHT go farther...I don't know."

Me: "I don't want...I can't use them...they kill all feeling. I want you two to ride me bare back and now!"

Mom: "Dear, that isn't going to happen. I don't know if you know anything about 'cycles', but your aunt and I are at our peaks, so we risk getting knocked up...and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Me: "What, knocking up two beautiful women? Heavens no, I'd be so ashamed. On the other hand: Mom, do you know where dad and my uncle are right now?"

Aunt Paula: "Let me cut in; they're at the Brocada Golf Course, doing the back nine."

Me: "More like the BACKDOOR nine...I never showed you this because I didn't want to start a fight. I intercepted it on the computer one day. He'd left his computer sign-in on by mistake, thinking 'sleep' was off."

Mom grabbed the printout, read it, and showed it to my aunt. It was a liaison for the weekend. It kind of explained why father's interest in sex with her dwindled down to zero and why he and my uncle were such 'good friends'. Suffice it to say, the foursome my father joined was all-male and never ventured out of their hotel room for golf.

My mother looked at me and then at her sister. There was that unmistakable and frightening look of a woman scorned. 

Mom: "Well that's great; I sacrificed so much for his career. He's supposedly making big deals while hitting the links...Big deals, my ass! But, how can I hit him back where it really hurts?"

We all stood there in silence. Then I got an inspiration:

Me: "That's simple: the two of them obviously value you as their possessions: trophy wives. Let's take that away, right here and right now!"

Mom: "How can we do that?"

Me: "Simple: both of you get on your backs on the edge of the bed. This court is in session, we've already passed judgment, and here comes the judge!"

They were not certain that they wanted to go ahead with it. But with gentle prodding, I pushed back two of the most beautiful soccer moms that ever lived onto mom's king-sized bed. Before they could object I had their shapely legs up in the air and intertwined where they touched together. 

Now it was just a simple matter of filling up two tanks. It only took a few strokes on my manhood to attain my full ten inches of steel hard cock. Both my mom and her sis begged me. They cooed that they wanted to feel it before it did its manly duty--while it was still like solid iron. Their small society hands worshipped my huge cock, only stopping when I pulled away.

I went up to my mother, kissing her demure and lovely foot as it was suspended in the air. Dragging the oversized cockhead against the slavering lips of her wet pussy sent her into orbit with a noisy orgasm. She ended up with six, her sister with seven. I went from woman to woman, each step of the way. I gave their clits proper attention, then sawed back and forth down both warm, tight, welcoming, soppy passageways. 

Both of them let me know that they controlled those heavenly portals by using their muscles to grip, squeeze, and massage my manhood until I sighed in delight. My cockhead gently kissed their cervix at the deepest point of my efforts. When my babymaker touched my mother's innermost and deepest recesses, she moaned in yet another orgasm. 

I stopped and picked up each woman off the bed. We kissed romantically, pliant lips meeting warm soft lips; a gentle tongue across the teeth, a shared breath, and a few words of love (to my mom.) Just as gently I returned each woman back for the final act in our play. The room was redolent in their favorite, Chanel No. 5. It was intoxicating as it permeated my senses...

As I began to complete my man-of-the-house duty, my aunt told me to stop. She wanted to feel me one last time before I was drained. Obediently, I went to her and offered my unit. She squeezed my love pole, feeling its strength, its hardness. Then she cupped and weighed my testes. They were enormous. 

Aunt Paula: "My God, Sue! Your son is not only huge, his swollen balls are gigantic. Look at them! Each of them must hold a pint of potent seed. So much love, so much sperm, so many big strong babies. This really IS going to show those wimp dicks! Let's go, nephew! It's baby-time!"

I went up to my mom who gave me a loving caress of my manhood. She mouthed the words, "I love you" and "Give me a baby". Well, who was I to disobey my mother?

I pulled up the big oaken chair near the bed. Like taking some merchandise for sale at a store, I bent forward and reached to pick up my gorgeous mom. Holding her with ease (her lithe slim body was no problem for my strong arms), I lowered her onto my cock. She looked up and moaned in utter pleasure. I proceeded with the breeding, as her sister looked on, using her fingers to entertain herself. 

That poor old chair creaked and cracked as the wood was taking a pounding. I was using my mom like a love toy. Her eyes teared up in excitement, her arms desperately trying to hold on for dear life. My hands were at either side of her. When I felt her shake and moan in total delight, the big 'O' as it was, I dropped her onto my ten inch lancer. She struck my lap with full force, sending my cock all the way inside of her. 

All of a sudden, we both popped open our eyes and just froze for a moment. I saw her eyes again slowly close as the first geyser from my cock hit home. She could feel every splash, every squirt, every drop, of my unbelievable tidal wave of spunk. It only took two minutes to cum inside mom, but they were the best two minutes of my life. 

After a tender kiss and a silent 'I love you' from my dear mother, I lifted her off me and replaced her on the bed. Then, as if I was just sampling another item, I lifted my aunt and carefully centered her over that same cock.

Thinking about the baby or babies I might be creating, my cock obligingly restored itself to rock hardness. By the time my aunt was totally impaled on my long love pole, I was fully re-charged and ready. Nature somehow determined that procreation was going on and I needed more seed, a lot more seed. 

To do that I had used my aunt's sopping wet pussy as a way to recharge my batteries. I held her out from me, only letting her touch me gently--brushing up against the very sensitive tip of my mighty manhood. Once I was back up to ten inch size, I slowly entered her, dragging my throbbing cockhead against the tingling tissues of her inner canal. She winced when I hit bottom, only to instantly change into full orgasmic pleasure mode. 

I continued my little game, tapping on her deepest and darkest walls as I entered and exited her with more and more fury. My mother now helped out by making out with me. God, I was making love to one incredible sexpot while making out with her twin sister. One of them was riding me 'bare back' while the other showed her gratitude for the colossal load I'd already emptied into her. 

I pushed my mom away and took my aunt's face into my hands. We made out as I lifted off the chair, inserting myself even deeper inside of her. Finally, I came with even more force than I'd fired off inside my mother. No, she didn't get the pint of sperm-laden cum that her sister got; Aunt Paula would have to settle for about a half pint of life-giving baby batter. It was fired into her with incredible power, though. 

After that second woman, I was totally beat. I sagged back into the chair. For their parts, my mother and her equally gorgeous sister made out briefly. They whispered plans for me, the future and the babies that might follow. Then they fell silent, fast asleep.

I awoke an hour later for some reason. I looked up and then remembered our evening. Laid out on the bed asleep were two gorgeous women. If Pamela Anderson had been one of triplets, then here were her two missing sisters. What was most exciting, most inspiring, was this:

On the edge of the bed near both women, there were small waterfalls, leaving two big puddles. You could trace back the white gooey liquid to the side of the bed, then up their thighs and back to the oozing opening of their respective womanhood. The puddle under my mom was about twice the size of my aunt's as I'd really filled up her tank. Man, what a sexy sight.

The day that was just beginning was Sunday, the last day of that weekend their hubbies were away 'playing golf'. I proceeded to service both women half a dozen times, each. We weren't just taking a chance on pregnancy but ensuring it. So much seed, so much vibrant healthy sperm, such fertile wombs... It wasn't so much a question of 'if' but 'when'. Sure enough, sometime during our wild Sunday, both my beautiful mother and her twin sister conceived.

Predictably, three weeks later, my mom got a call from her sister. She'd tested herself and the tester turned blue. She was 'in the family way'. My mother told her she had to go...immediately. She rushed and got a home pregnancy test and was delighted to see that turn blue too. She called her sister with the news.

The rest of the story played out quickly. At my suggestion, all three of us snuck up to see those husbands during another one of their 'golf weekends'. For $100, we got a room key from the maid and came into their room with cameras clicking and camcorders recording. 

The divorces that followed were easy and fast. No court dates—the settlements were in camera, with non-disclosure agreements. For that, my mom and her sister made out like bandits. They got their homes, cars, and 3/4ths of everything else. 

The only other suspense was the fate of those fetuses. I dreaded the idea that they would turn to the big 'A' option now that they'd gotten all they wanted in divorce mediation. It came as quite a relief when my mom re-assured me that they were going to give birth to those babies (my aunt had one but mom was bearing twins of mine). 

Oh, yes, about my exciting career in sporting goods, wearing that blue smock... As tempting as it was to return there, I gave them a fond farewell. I mean, between my (now) wealthy mother and her equally well-off sister, I had two places where I could go and 'crash'. I also had three children of mine to play with. 

We settled down to a nice arrangement. My mother had her home, my aunt another one. Some weekends they'd get a married friend to tend to all the kids at my aunt's while mom and her twin sister 'tended' to me. That ended when that married friend delivered the kids back early, seeing what was going on at mom's place. 

On the next weekend 'alone', yet another married friend tended the kids while mom, Aunt Paula, AND that 1st married friend were entertained by yours truly. I never thought that 'doing it' could become work, but with three, I had reached my limit and gone beyond. I barely had enough stamina to crawl over to the 'guest' and do her. 




Golf Widows



Well, I guess that I was up to the job, in retrospect. After several of those 'golf weekends', there were four new babies due during the next year, with the married guest having twins. 

Within a year's time, the three became four when that other married friend joined in too. We were just lucky that there were two hospitals in that town so that no one could correlate the little baby boom that I had started.

Don't get me wrong; that was hard work, dealing with four beautiful but insatiable women. It was almost like a job. So to amuse the guests, I'd wear that old blue smock as I entered the room. Well, just that blue smock and nothing else. 

While another family friend, this one married but over sixty years old, tended the growing torrent of babies in my aunt's house, we had our own little Super Ball in mom's place. I was exhausted at the end of the day, thankful it was only four ladies. It WAS four until the newest friend, an AARP member, also figured out our goings-on and wanted in. 

Talk about a tough job, but someone having to do it...Well, at least I didn't have to worry about our new elderly member getting pregnant. As I write this, she's coming to tell me something. What...what do you mean it turned blue?