0 comments/ 140829 views/ 8 favorites Mrs. Avery By: andy_r_14456 Dear Reader, this story is a fantasy; I could have submitted it under the category: Mature. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please vote and send comments/suggestions. Andrew. I had been working for three years as a systems analyst and developed successful programs for which I was well rewarded. I was looking for a change in the line of work. The Vice President and my Manager suggested that I could work part time as a consultant involving some travel. One evening, my Mom called to tell me that dad was in the hospital to undergo surgery for a heart problem; she was worried about taking care of my dad and her home. I knew my older brother was busy with his family in North Carolina; when I suggested that I could come home, and help her and dad, she readily accepted my offer. Thus, at the age of 26, I moved back to my parents' home in Western Massachusetts to help my parents and work as a consultant. In addition to helping my parents and working, I decided to build up my physique and resume dating single women. I had lost my virginity to my first girl friend, Mel, from my high school. Later, in college, I dated Bev, who attended a nearby college. Bev was a sweet girl. For a long time, we masturbated each other once a month; she let me: French kiss her and play with one boob at a time (she wore a 34B bra); near the end of each date, she always held my erect cock and lovingly pumped it until I reached my climax. In turn, I rubbed her clit and vagina until she had her orgasm. After each date with Bev, I would take a clichéd cold shower and jack off another time. Bev broke up with me: she wanted a commitment right away; I wanted to wait until after I finished graduate school. The day before my 21st birthday, Bev’s parents were out; after much kissing and petting, Bev enrobed my cock with a condom, and slowly pushed it in to her pussy. She whispered: “That’s how much I care for you.” After that, we made love infrequently until she left for California to study law in LA; I had not met another lover. FAMILY OF DR. WILLIAMS Dr. Charles Williams was an anesthesiologist, who studied in New York. He attended on my dad when he had heart surgery that became more difficult due to unexpected complications. During visiting hours, he stopped by to reassure mom and me that dad would be fine. Mom recognized him as being a resident of our neighborhood. A month later, one Sunday evening, my mom and dad went for a walk in our neighborhood; mom had put dad on regular exercise, including walking. They saw Dr. Williams and his wife, Rosa, at a newly constructed home and chatted with them. Later that night, mom told me: “I have a job for you, mowing the lawn of a nice neighbor. Your dad and I chatted with Dr. and Mrs. Williams. They live on Locust Drive on the cul-de-sac. Stop by at their home; I told them you would.” Dr. Williams was about 38 years old; Mrs. Williams appeared to be about 30 years old; later, I learned she was a nurse when she met Dr. Williams. They had a boy, Clarence, 3 years old. Although he was quiet, I liked Dr. Williams: he had a warm, friendly, personality. After a month or so after I started mowing their lawn, Rosa asked me if I would mind baby sitting for her son. Gradually, Rosa Williams used me as a baby sitter quite often. When I was at their home, Rosa made sure there was something nice for me to eat. I loved the Williams family. One day, Rosa excitedly told me: “My mom’s coming to visit us. She’s taking some time off from work.” MEETING BERTHA AVERY On one sunny Friday, when I went to mow the lawn of Dr. Williams, I saw a woman working in the flowerbeds in the backyard. Based on the dignified manner she looked, I realized she was a relative of the doctor. She had on a low-cut, short-sleeve, white blouse, tight shorts, dark sunglasses, and a floppy hat. She must have been working for a long time because the front of her blouse had become wet in spots with her perspiration. She had on a low-cut, short-sleeve, white blouse, tight shorts, and a floppy hat. She must have been working for a long time because the front of her blouse had become wet in spots with her perspiration. As I wheeled the lawn mower out of the garage, she waved to me, came to the edge of the lawn, and said: “You must be Ben; you help Chuck and Rosa with the yard and babysitting; Rosa told me about you.” I nodded my head and, with her sexy bosom directly in my sight, I was barely able to mumble: “Yes, ma'am. I'm Ben Wilson,” while I tried not to stare at her generous cleavage glistening with her sweat. She introduced herself, “I'm Bertha Avery, Rosa's mom; I came to baby sit my grand son and look after the house while Chuck and Rosa go away for a few days. I said, “Nice meeting you, Mrs. Avery.” I blurted out, “Too young.” Noticing the confused look on my face, Bertha, smiling, said: “I’m really her aunt,” and, after a pause added: “I'm sure I can use your help taking care of the large house and baby Clarence while Rosa’s away.” “I'm sure I can use your help taking care of the large house and baby Clarence.” I replied, “Clarence’s easy to take care; I can also help with the lawn.” Bertha said, “My hands are dirty; I can't shake your hand, but nice meeting you,” and, smiling, turned and walked back to the flowerbeds. Still standing next to the lawn mower, I stared at the voluptuous undulating buttocks of Bertha as she walked away. After I managed to start mowing the lawn in front of the home, I realized Bertha had a dazzling smile and sensuous lips; she was about 5'4'', 130 lb, with large boobs, and meaty buttocks. She was not at all obese. As I started to mow the back yard, Dr. Williams, Rosa, and Clarence pulled in to the garage in their station wagon. After I finished mowing, Rosa came in to the garage and said: “Ben, I hope you met my mom. She will be here while Chuck and I’ll be gone for a few days. I’m hoping you can look in and see if mom needs anything; I'll feel better if you do so.” Without appearing to be eager, I said: “Sure. I'll stop by and see how she and baby Clarence are doing. When are you going away?” “In about a week. I’ve been so excited to be going away; it’s good for Chuck too; he works so hard.” Rosa smiled and said: “You know Ben, baby Clarence really likes you.” Smiling, I replied, “I like him very much too; he’s so smart; I enjoy playing with him.” Later, when I was putting the lawnmower away, Bertha joined Rosa, and said: “Ben, here is a can of cold coke to cool you off,” and, after a pause, smiled, and said: “Chuck’s on call tomorrow. If you’re free, I can use your help buying flowers and planting them. This yard can use some nice flowers; I’ll pay you for helping me.” There was a look of mild annoyance on Rosa’s face; her mom was intruding in to her life, but she kept quiet and walked in to the house. I said, “Fine. I don’t know much about flowers. I like to learn. What time you want me here?” “We need to go early; how about eight. Later, I’ll buy you breakfast.” While sipping the coke, I walked behind Bertha in the yard as she explained to me her plans to plant different flower plants. Near the back fence of the yard, Bertha suddenly stopped and bent down to pick up a twig; unable to stop, I ran in to her voluptuous buttocks. To keep her from taking a bad fall, I dropped the coke can and grasped Bertha by her waist; I managed to break her fall, as we both slid on to the soft ground, and ended up side by side. Smiling, Bertha said, “I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were so close behind me. Are you ok?” I said, “I’m sorry. I was just following you. Are you ok?” Giggling, Bertha said, “Other than my blouse button snapping off, I’m fine. I hope I can find it to sow it back,” and started to look for the button in the grass while on her knees. If Bertha knew how much of her cleavage was on display, she was not aware of it. I also got on my knees and tried to find the button, but I could not help peeking at Bertha’s cleavage again and again. Finally, Bertha found the button and, while I was staring at her cleavage, showed it to me and made eye contact with me. When she realized the object of my stare, she giggled, and cooed: “I see what you’ve found; I hope you like it,” making me blush intensely. I grinned and nodded my head. Silently, we walked back to the driveway. I said good-bye and left for my home. After I went to bed on Friday night, I dreamt of kissing Bertha’s cleavage and fondling her boobs, and jacked off. Next day morning, when I went to the Williams’s home, Bertha was in the back yard; she was dressed in tight, cut-off jeans, a loose-pink blouse, and old sneakers. She greeted me with a big smile, put on a red jacket, and said: “We will take Rosa’s station wagon. Chuck’s at the hospital. Later, Rosa can shopping in the Mercedes.” At the nursery, as Bertha selected various flower plants in small baskets, I carried them in trays to a cash register; she knew what she wanted. Later, after the flowerpots were in the station wagon, Bertha said: “I’m hungry. Let’s have breakfast; at a place that accepts people in dirty clothes.” We went to a place that was known for pancakes and sausages. After we ordered our full breakfasts, Bertha said: “Ben, thank you for helping me. I like gardening; it keeps me busy,” and continued: “I heard so many good things about you from Rosa. You’re also cute.” I blushed and mumbled, “Thank you, Mrs. Avery,” but could not look in to Bertha’s eyes. Bertha touched my leg with her foot and cooed, “Come on, look at me. I’m an old lady.” I blurted out, “You’re not old. You’re a pretty lady.” Bertha giggled and said, “Thanks. Call me Bertha; Mrs. Avery sounds so old.” At that time, the waitress brought our food and we ate while Bertha talked about flowers; I could not focus much on the conversation and kept glancing at Bertha’s sweet face and sexy cleavage. Later, in the backyard, for about two hours, Bertha and I worked planting the flowerbeds; speaking softly, she directed me and worked very hard. I tried not to stare at Bertha’s sweaty cleavage or her jiggling boobs. As we were finishing up, Rosa told Bertha she will be taking baby Clarence to the grocery store with her. After we were done, Bertha had a huge smile on her face, and said: “Ben thank you. I would like to hug you, but I’m filthy.” Boldly, I mumbled, “I’m filthy too,” and, with open arms, I approached Bertha, and, in turn, was received with open arms; when I tried to end it, Bertha pulled me tight against her big chest. In a reflex action, I kissed Bertha’s cheeks and her sweaty neck. My cock became erect and I pushed it in to Bertha’s lower belly. Bertha giggled and cooed, “I’m glad you like me; I'm all sweaty,” and gently broke away. I went home in a daze at having been hugged by Bertha. Later, I wondered if Bertha was really interested in me, a young guy with little experience. On Monday night, I was doing research on a project of interest, when the phone rang and mom called me: “It's Rosa for you,” and, as I picked up the phone, mom added: “Don't forget your dad and I are going away this weekend to Boston on a short vacation.” I said, “Ok, mom,” and answered the phone. Rosa said: “Ben, Chuck and I are going to spend this Saturday at an exhibition in New York; I would like you to help my mom take care of baby Clarence; you know, he can be a handful.” I was glad to have the chance to see Bertha, but I pretended to be not too eager and asked Rosa: “When are you going to NY and returning?” “We're flying Saturday morning and coming back that night,” and added: “Mom’s worried about taking care of baby Clarence alone; she thought you would be helpful in taking care of him.” I said, “Sure, I'll help take care of Clarence,” as my heart beat faster knowing Bertha wanted me to be with her, if only to help her baby sit. “I’ll tell her you will come about 9:00. Thanks, Ben.” SATURDAY WITH BERTHA After Mom and dad left for Boston on Friday afternoon, I played basketball for couple of hours, did home work, and slept well that night. I remembered Clarence woke up at about 7:30 a.m., and planned on being at the Williams home early in the morning. I dressed in a short-sleeve shirt, shorts, and sneakers, and drove the short distance to the Williams home. Bertha and Clarence greeted me warmly; Bertha had on a maroon skirt, a pink sleeve-less blouse, and sandals; I noted she had painted her toe and finger nails in red polish. I played with baby Clarence in his room till about lunchtime; I helped Bertha feed Clarence, and clean him and clear his dishes. After Bertha put baby Clarence in his crib to take a nap, she came down, sat in the living room sofa, and said: “I love Clarence, but he's a handful. Thanks for helping,” and, after a pause, added: “I'm glad to have adult company too. Would you like to have breakfast leftovers for lunch?” I replied, enthusiastically, “Sure, thanks; let me help you,” and followed Bertha to the kitchen. “You can toast couple of pieces of bread for yourself; I don't want any.” While the bread slices were in the toaster, and Bertha was heating fried potatoes and sausage, I looked out the large window at the beautiful flowers in the backyard. I whistled appreciatively and said: “Those flowers you planted look great.” Bertha walked to me, stood next to me, and quietly said: “Without your help, I couldn't have planted them. Thank you,” and lovingly hugged me. When I pulled Bertha to me, she did not resist; I held her tightly in an embrace and rubbed her back; my cock became stiff. During a magical and unforgettable moment, I nudged Bertha to face me and planted a soft French kiss. I felt Bertha resist initially, but slowly she kissed me back. Bertha held my head in her hands as we kissed passionately for several minutes. As our kiss ended, the pieces of bread popped; Bertha giggled and, after a quick kiss on my lips, she and I attended to putting food on our plates. After lunch, I rinsed the dishes, loaded them in a dishwasher, and went to the living room. Bertha was seated on the large sofa and watching a basket ball game on the TV; she had closed most of the living room curtains. When I sat next to her, slowly she slid to lay her head in my lap. A few minutes later, she fell asleep. With Bertha sleeping in my lap, I looked at her lovely face: large eyes, well-defined nose, and beautiful lips. Her big bosom was heaving as she breathed steadily in her sleep. During a TV commercial, Bertha woke up, looked up at me, smiled, and turned sideways and continued to sleep with her face in my tummy. After sleeping for about 20 minutes, Bertha woke up; smiling at me, she said: “It's so nice to sleep in a man's arms.” Gently, I rubbed her forehead, and, with Bertha looking in to my eyes, I bent and kissed her lovely lips. I whispered, “You've beautiful brown eyes.” Bertha cooed, “And you've beautiful blue eyes,” and lifted her head to kiss my mouth for a long time. When she stopped, I initiated another long French kiss. Bertha felt my rising cock and cooed: “I feel you like me; but, a young guy’s easily excited.” Softly, Bertha continued, “Rosa told me you broke up recently with a cute girl.” I said, “It's more like she broke up with me; she wanted a firm commitment.” Bertha cooed, “You're still young to make a long-term commitment. I did and the guy I was with wasn't ready for it. I took care of Rosa by myself. It took a long time for me to recover.” Earnestly, I said, “But, you did; look where you're today and you’ve a beautiful family.” Bertha kissed my lips and said, “You're kind,” and slowly started rubbing my chest. Bertha sat up next to me and said sternly: “Rosa told me you're a good boy. I think so too. But, you realize we're different in many ways; I'm much older than you. We can't have anyone: Rosa, your parents, or friends know about us,” after a pause, she continued: “I was 15 years old when Rosa was born to my sister. After my sister, Rosa’s mom, died, my parents and I took care of Rosa. I was good in sports and had good grades; I went to college in Atlanta; I've worked as a school psychologist in Detroit.” I said earnestly, “I know Rosa is not your daughter. I respect you; I promise not to talk to anyone about us.” Bertha said, “Again, you've no girlfriend, right?” I said, “No. Bev broke up with me.” Again, she said seriously: “I hope you've not been fooling around,” and, after a pause, continued: “I don't want to be seeing a doctor for diseases.” Blushing, I mumbled, “Don't worry; Bev was my last lover; she made sure I had a condom on when we did it.” Bertha smiled and said, “A 26-year old who didn’t do it in some time; but, you’re not a raw virgin,” and, after a pause, cooed: “Take off your shirt,” and, after I did, rubbed my hairy chest for several minutes. When she gently pinched my nipples, my cock got harder. I whispered, “Please take off your blouse,” and, as Bertha started to pull her blouse over her head, I helped her remove it. Slowly, I gently rubbed Bertha's pink bra-covered boobs with the back of my right hand; they protruded nicely off of her chest. I wanted to see her uncovered boobs, and, as Bertha giggled, after couple of fumbles, I managed to unhook and pull the bra off of her boobs. I saw two magnificent, brown, ripe, boobs, with dark areolas and nipples. After fondling Bertha's boobs and pinching her nipples, I was about to suckle them, when baby Clarence started to fuss and called: “Ben, granma, I've to go potty.” Bertha and I giggled, and got up from the sofa; I put back my shirt and went to take care of Clarence. Bertha put her bra back, and a pink silk robe and a pair of pink slippers. After I had helped Clarence, I helped him come down the stairs, and served him a snack. Bertha said: “Rosa told me Mrs. Stein will take Clarence to a birthday party; it's at the fast food place on Main Street. She wrapped up a present to take. We have to pick him up two hours later.” She then smiled and whispered in my ear, “We can make out while Clarence is at the party.” Happily, I nodded my head, and said, “I'll dress him for the party.” Clarence was excited to be going to the birthday party of his friend; he kept a watch for Mrs. Stein’s car at the window. A short time later, when he saw Mrs. Stein’s car in the driveway, an eager Clarence ran out to meet her and jumped in to her car. After I locked the front door, I found Bertha in the kitchen admiring the flowers we planted. I hugged her from behind and whispered to her: “Where were we?” Giggling, Bertha pulled my hands on to her boobs. Later she turned around and French kissed me. I opened her robe, unhooked her bra, and exposed her brown boobs and dark nipples. Like a hungry child, I suckled Bertha's boobs. Bertha had a detached look on her face; it was as if she liked me, but was still holding back her affection. I wondered if she had committed to another man. While kissing her neck and with both of her boobs firmly held in my hands, I mumbled: “Bertha, I don't mean to force myself on you. If there’s another man in your life, I'll understand.” Bertha said softly and firmly, “If I had another man in my life, I wouldn't let you touch me,” and, continued: “I like you. I love talking to you. I don't want to hurt you.” I interjected, “I'm an adult. I'm fond of you.” “Ben, you're young; I'm a grandma. I'm not in to casual relationships. I never picked up a man from a bar.” My voice cracked, as I replied, “I'm not in to casual relationships either. You’re a very young grandma by choice; Rosa is not your daughter,” and added: “I find it fun and exciting to be with you. You’re a beautiful, voluptuous, woman.” Mrs. Avery Bertha smiled and said, “I’m also excited when I’m with you. I need to think about us. For now, let's be nice to each other,” and led me to an upholstered chair in the living room. After nudging me to sit in the chair, Bertha removed her robe, sat in my lap, and pulled my face in to her cleavage. My cock became rigid and poked Bertha's ass. While rubbing my chest, Bertha said, “You seem to be in good shape. Do you play sports?” “I was a backup forward on my high school basket ball team.” For several minutes, I kissed Bertha’s boobs and fondled them. When I suckled her large dark nipples, Bertha whimpered with pleasure: “Ohh, Bennnn. It’s been so long. Succckkk.” Bertha raised her arms, tilted her head back, and stretched; I rubbed her beautiful neck and sexy armpits as I continued to suckle her nipples. “This is fun. I feel your stiff cock on my crotch,” and, hugging my chest, French kissed me. With a serious look on her face, she cooed: “I don’t want any semen stains here: floor, furniture; not even sex odors. Let’s go to my room; I'll take care of you,” and got off of my lap. Bertha pulled me up and led me in to her bedroom upstairs; she locked the door and closed the curtains. She brought a wad of tissues from her bathroom. After hugging me and French kissing me, she nudged me to take off my shorts and underwear in the middle of the room. When she saw my erect cock, she whispered: “A nice big one,” and, after sliding to her knees, licked my precum covered cock head, and lovingly grasped my cock. Eagerly, Bertha inspected my stiff cock with her delicate fingers and her large brown eyes. She cooed: “It’s pulsing and leaking. I got you all excited,” and, started to slowly pump my cock back and forth. I was surprised it took a while for me to climax: I tried hard not to scream, “Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Cummming. Cummming.” Bertha caught most of my cum in a wad of tissues; a small amount trickled on to her delicate wrist. She got up and went to the bathroom. I saw a clothes hamper and Bertha’s black bra in it; I looked at the size label: 36D. After Bertha returned to where I was standing. I kissed her and asked: “What about you? What can I do?” Bertha cooed, “You’re sweet to ask; oral sex,” and, when I grinned and blushed, she asked: “Have you done it before?” “No, but I read about it,” I said, gallantly. Smiling, Bertha cooed, “You will lick me and suck me,” and sat on the edge of her bed. Holding my hands, Bertha cooed: “I love to have my pussy licked and sucked; kneel on a pillow on the floor; wait until I lay down on the bed; then, I will open my thighs for you; I'll tell you if I want something; I’m sure you'll learn fast.” Indeed, I learned real fast, as I kissed Bertha's curly-haired crotch, and sucked her juicy pussy. Holding my hair, she steered my head to what I figured was her clitoris. For a few minutes, Bertha lifted her head and watched me licking her pussy. When Bertha started to moan, I knew I was doing well; to keep my hands occupied, I reached up Bertha's body and fondled her large boobs and pinched her nipples. Bertha whispered, “Yesss. Pinch. Piiiinch.” Soon, Bertha started wailing softly: “Ohhhhhh. Gooood. Suckkkkkkk. Ahhhhh,” and grasped my head and held it tightly against her crotch; her crotch jerked and convulsed, and her pussy pulsed on my mouth. Several minutes later, I got up, kissed Bertha's thighs, and wanted to see her vagina, but it was too dark in the room; also, I had to pick up Clarence. After I got dressed, Bertha put the wad of tissues with my cum in an old newspaper and said: “Throw these away far from here; I don’t want Rosa to see it in her home.” Later, I threw my cum stained tissues in a trash can outside the restaurant and waited for the birthday party to be over. After Clarence and I returned from the birthday party, Bertha greeted us dressed in maroon shorts and the pink blouse. The house was filled with the odors of foods she was cooking: potatoes, green beans, and steak. After I gave Clarence his bath and tucked him in bed, Bertha and I snuggled on the sofa and watched TV. When I tried to fondle her boobs, Bertha said, softly: “If we start making out now, you know we can't keep our hand off of each other; I know I can’t. Please wait for another time.” An hour later, before Rosa and Chuck returned, I decided to go home. I did not know when I would be able to see Bertha. I knew Rosa had a computer at home; I requested Bertha: “If you have time, send me an email message,” and wrote my email address on a post-it paper and handed it to her. As she put that paper in her pocket, Bertha cooed: “Ben, that’s a great idea; let’s keep in touch. I would like that,” and, after writing her address, said: “Here’s my address,” and handed me the post-it paper. I left for home on cloud nine. I reviewed the evening I made love to a beautiful, mature, intelligent, woman. I sent my first email message to Bertha late that night; I did not feel it was appropriate to write an explicit message. I did not expect her to reply: “Hi, it's me; I miss you very much. I am still thinking of the evening I spent with you; it's a dream come true. How do you stay in shape? Love, Ben” Just before I went to bed, I was very surprised to see Bertha's reply: “Hi Ben. I'm glad you wrote to me. I was blessed with good genes; I watch my diet and exercise. You know, I went to college in the South, where it was warm for outdoor sports. I was not able to sleep after all the strenuous activity! I miss you too. What did you like about our evening together? I am going to bed now. Love, BA.” I slept well that night. Next morning, as I ran the vacuum cleaner in the living rooms and later shopped for groceries, I kept thinking of Bertha's voluptuous body and her juicy pussy. After putting the groceries away, before my parents returned from Boston, I sent her my second message: “Bertha Love, I still miss you. I enjoy being with you and talk to you. I thought of you many times: I love your beautiful face, especially lips; your boobs are gorgeous--I love fondling and sucking them. I loved eating your pussy; it's the best thing I learned to do. Love, Ben.” After my parents returned home, while Dad rested, I helped my mom unpack and do laundry; later, I helped her prepare dinner. During dinner, mom told me that she and dad are going to visit relatives near Hartford; they are leaving on the following Saturday. That evening, I checked my email to find a message from Bertha; it was written late on the previous night. It said: “Dear Lover, I miss you too. It's late night; all are sleeping. I'm glad you like my sagging boobs; they're not as firm as they used to be. You're a good pussy eater; you can have it every time we're together. You know Rosa and Chuck are going on a three-day cruise on Sunday. We will be together soon. I'll have a surprise for you. Miss you. BA.” I was elated that Bertha referred to me as her lover. Right away, I replied to Bertha: “Dear Bertha, I still miss you. I have this one desire: to kiss and lick your cleavage, boobs, and sexy armpits. I can't wait to kiss your lips and pussy. Your lover, Ben.” I also received a message from my former manager describing a challenging job that required travel to the company’s headquarters in Chicago; I was told to see the client on the following Wednesday. The next couple of days, I was busy: researching the company of the client, and taking dad to the heart rehabilitation center and helping mom. All this time, Bertha was at the back of my mind. I was looking forward to be with her while Rosa and Chuck were away. I wanted to give her a present, something that indicated my appreciation of her as a beautiful and sexy woman. I knew bertha was busy and was not surprised she did not write to me. Late Friday night, I found Bertha's message: “Dear Lover, have been busy helping Rosa get ready for her vacation and learning to take care of the house. Still miss you. See you Sunday; I'll be all juicy for you. Got to go. Love, BA.” I sent a quick reply: “Dear Bertha, can't wait to see you Sunday. Miss you. Love, Ben.” Saturday morning, Rosa called on the phone and said, “Please come for brunch tomorrow; my mom makes great omelets and biscuits; Chuck and I will leave for the airport after the brunch; we’re going on a three-day cruise. If you have time, you can play with Clarence and talk to mom.” Rosa continued: “I can talk to your mom about you helping me.” I replied, “That’s ok. I’ll tell her; she'll be pleased I am being useful.” I did not tell Rosa that my parents are going to visit my mom's family in Connecticut for several days. After mom and dad left for Hartford on Saturday morning, I went for a two-mile run, showered, and had lunch. Then I went to the lingerie store in the big mall. After looking around for several minutes and shedding some of my embarrassment, with the help of a sales woman, I bought red lingerie for Bertha: panties and demi bra, and black silk thigh highs; I remembered her bra size was 36D and guessed her hip size was a 38. On Sunday, I dressed in shorts, a sports shirt, and sneakers. On the way to Rosa and Chuck's home, I bought a single red rose in a small vase of water; I left Bertha's presents in my car when I went in the house. SUNDAY AT THE WILLIAMS HOME I had brunch with Chuck, Rosa, Clarence, and Bertha; the omelet Bertha fixed for me was very good. Bertha had on a beige skirt, a light beige jacket on a black blouse, and sandals. After putting baby Clarence in his bed for a nap, Chuck and Rosa left for New York to board the cruise ship. After Bertha and I loaded the dishwasher, when she said: “You were good in studies and sports. Now, you help your parents and my daughter. No wonder you have no time for socializing. You have no girlfriend?” I replied, “No,” and, blushing, I said: “I like you a lot.” Bertha blushed and said: “That’s sweet,” and mumbled: “It's warm here; I'll take my jacket off,” and removed her jacket to reveal a v-neck, black, sleeve less-blouse. I stared at Bertha's lovely cleavage and her black bra- and blouse-covered boobs; she saw me staring at her face and chest, and blushed. I whispered to Bertha: “I’m turned on by this voluptuous grandma,” and hugged her from behind. When I felt my cock press in to Bertha’s buttocks, I pulled it back. Softly, Bertha said: “It's ok Ben; I'm glad you like to look at me and hug me, an old woman, like that.” I smiled and said, “You're not old; you're beautiful,” and, kneeling in front of her, I took her hands and kissed her long fingers. Blushing, Bertha said, “I’m flattered; I’m still having hot flashes, occasionally, that's why I took my jacket off.” I thought of telling Bertha, my mom complaining about hot flashes, but decided against it. Softly, Bertha said: “Human beings need to love and be loved; I've been lucky to have had Rosa and her family,” and, after a pause, continued: “I loved a kind man, George Avery, who passed away two years ago. I did my best to nurse him back to health. George and my parents left me a decent amount of money. I am on unpaid leave from my job. I plan to go back to work part time in the fall.” I saw a tear trickle down Bertha's cheeks and handed her my hankie; she smiled and said: “Thank you. George was a dignified man, 15 years older than me; he brought me stability, and treated me with respect and dignity. Later, I went out with couple of guys, but did not connect with them.” Suddenly, Bertha recovered and said, “Do your parents know you are here?” Quietly, I replied: “They're out of town visiting my mom's folks,” and, after a pause, added: “I love being with you. May I stay for a while?” As we heard Clarence coming down the steps, she whispered, “Sure,” and quickly touched my face lovingly. After Clarence came down, Bertha was all grandma: she gave him a snack, and selected the children’s TV program liked; soon Clarence was watching the program intently. Bertha quietly said, “I'll start a load of laundry,” and went to the laundry room in the basement. A few minutes later, she called to me: “Ben, I need your help; please come down.” With Clarence watching TV intently, I went to the laundry room. Bertha was in front of the washing machine and said: “I'm not familiar with this washing machine; it’s a new one. Rosa did all the laundry. What should I do?” Reaching around Bertha, “I explained to her the function of the various knobs.” I nudged Bertha to turn around and planted a soft French kiss. Bertha kissed me back; she held my head in her hands as we kissed passionately. We separated after the kiss, looked at each other, and giggled happily. With Bertha still leaning against the washer, I French kissed her again; this time making sure to savor her beautiful lips. I tried to open her blouse buttons, but Bertha said: “Clarence’s upstairs alone; let's go where we can keep an eye on him,” and led me upstairs; at the top landing of the stairs, Bertha peeked to see Clarence was still watching TV and then French kissed me; during the kiss, gently, I grasped her right buttock and pulled her to me. In turn, Bertha touched my crotch, rubbed my erection, and cooed: “You do like me,” and initiated another French kiss. After we sat for a few minutes on the living room sofa, Bertha asked Clarence if he wanted something to drink. “Apple juice, please.” Bertha brought a cup of apple juice to Clarence and left for her room; after she returned to the living room, smiled at me, and said: “You can have milk in the kitchen,” and, with a large grin on her face, walked towards the kitchen. Bertha's boobs appeared to be jiggling underneath her black blouse, but I was not sure. I hoped she had removed her bra in her bedroom. Eagerly, I said: “I like milk,” and followed Bertha to the kitchen. As she leaned against the sink, slowly, I lifted her blouse and slowly rubbed my face on her two magnificent, brown, ripe, boobs; I kissed her dark areolas and nipples. Bertha gently pulled my head first to her left breast and whispered: “Suck them, Ben; you wanted them since you got here.” As I suckled her left boob, I reached and grasped her right boob; I was in heaven fondling the drooping, firm, boob. Bertha cooed: “Pinch my nipple, gently,” and cooed with pleasure when I did that; later, she nudged my head to suckle her right boob and pinch her left nipple. Smiling, Bertha raised her arms, and cooed: “I put on this sleeve-less blouse for you. I know you like my under arms; lover, kiss them,” and I eagerly kissed her under arms. Bertha, purred, “Kiss my arm pits too, lover,” and let me kiss her perfumed, smooth, brown, armpits. At that moment, I realized that Bertha had few doubts, if any, that I cared for her and wanted to make love to her. Clarence called out, “Granma, I've to go potty.” Bertha said, “Coming, honey,” and gently nudged my head and hand away; she also wiped my saliva with a tissue and pulled her blouse over her boobs. Later, Bertha spent time helping Clarence select another TV program and, after I told her what he likes, gave him several toys. “Go put your car away; we don't want the neighbors noticing it all day,” and softly added: “After the TV show’s over, play with Clarence; let’s try to keep his mind off of his mom.” I was thrilled I could stay with Bertha; my cock stiffened. After putting my car in the garage, I brought the single rose from my car, and handed it to Bertha in the kitchen: “A beautiful rose to my beautiful lady,” I whispered. Bertha gushed: “Ben, this is so thoughtful of you,” and French kissed me. I played with Clarence as he directed me: in his room, game room, and bedroom. At dinner time, Bertha asked Clarence what he liked and offered him those items. Before Bertha could ask me what I wanted for dinner, I whispered in her ear: “I want your pussy for dinner,” making her blush and lower her eyes. Still blushing, she cooed, “That’s for dessert,” and added: “Get yourself a beer and fix me a glass of Chardonnay wine; I'll fix something to snack.” I knew Dr. Williams liked beer and Rosa kept several bottles in the basement refrigerator. I got a can of beer for myself and offered a glass of wine to Bertha; she thanked me and offered me peanuts to snack with the beer. After dinner of left overs from brunch, I helped Bertha load the dish washer for which she said: “Few men help with dishes; you're a sweetheart; thank you.” I saw Bertha was resting in the living room, so I offered another glass of wine to her, and said: “Bertha, you rest for a while. I'll give Clarence his bath,” and, as she smiled appreciatively, I took him to his bathroom. After his bath, a tired Clarence fell asleep as I was reading him a story. As I passed her bedroom, Bertha, who had changed to a red silk robe, pulled me inside, and whispered: “Take a shower and meet me in the living room; I hung a towel and Chuck’s robe on the bathroom door; I left a pair of socks too,” and French kissed me; I smelled freshly applied perfume and the fragrance of soap on her neck. After I took a quick shower, I dried my body with the towel Bertha left, and put on Dr. Williams's silk robe and his socks. At the top of the stairs, I put in place a small fence to keep Clarence from coming down the stairs; Rosa had the fence made and stored it in the hall closet. In the living room, Bertha was reclining on the upholstered chair and watching a movie on a premium TV channel; she looked beautiful and voluptuous in the red silk robe. She had closed all the curtains and left one light on in a corner. I reclined on the large sofa and started to watch the movie. Bertha got up, sat next to me, and said: “Ben, just hold me; I told you it's been a long time since a man held me in his arms.” I replied, “It's been a long time since I held a beautiful woman in my arms.” After I propped my back with a large pillow, I nudged Bertha to sit reclining against my chest. Slowly, I put my arms around Bertha's waist and pulled her against my chest. As we watched the movie, Bertha ran her fingers on my hairy arms. I kissed and rubbed her neck, and inhaled her perfume. In the movie, an attractive nude woman was dancing suggestively, and together with feeling Bertha's voluptuous body in my arms, my cock became stiff involuntarily. When Bertha felt it, she giggled, turned her head and offered her lips like petals of a rose; softly, I kissed her lips. Next, Bertha lifted my hands from her waist and put them around her chest. After a few seconds, slowly I moved my right hand through the opening of her robe and found Bertha's naked left boob. Bertha gasped happily when I started fondling her left boob and gently pinching the nipple. Soon, I used my left hand to fondle her right boob and gently pinch the nipple. For several minutes, happily, I kept fondling Bertha's more than handful boobs. After the movie was over, there were commercials of upcoming programs. Bertha cooed, “I love having my boobs fondled.” I pleaded, “Can I suckle them?” Bertha cooed, “Sure,” and, after getting off the couch, removed her robe and dropped it on the floor; she had on a pair of white bikini panties; it had a small wet spot on it. Bertha straddled my lap and lifting her slightly sagging boobs offered them for me to suckle. I am sure she felt my raging hard on poking her crotch. After several minutes, Bertha sighed and, as she got off of my lap, said: “I’m worried Rosa has not called. I'm going to have a glass of water. Do you want one?” I said softly, “I'm ok,” and, added: “Rosa will call; she and Chuck must be having a good time.” Mrs. Avery It was about 9:30 p.m., when the phone rang. Quickly, Bertha answered it and after listening for a few seconds, laughed, and said: “I'm fine, Rosa; I'm watching TV. Clarence is sleeping in his bed; I'll check on him in a minute.” I realized it was Rosa calling to see how her mother was doing. After listening for moment, Bertha said: “Ben was very helpful. Yes, he's a sweet young man. I'll be sure to ask him to help me take Clarence to the mall,” and, after listening for a while, said: “I'm glad the evening was fun for you and Chuck. We will be fine here. You two have fun,” and hung up the phone. After a few minutes, smiling, Bertha said, “Rosa thinks a world of you and your parents,” and continued in a serious tone: “I think you are a sweet guy too; I just hope you can treat this time with me as something special; you know, I've to go back to Detroit.” I replied, “Bertha, I like you too. I have broken up once; I can handle whatever happens between us.” She smiled and said, “Let me make sure Clarence is sleeping.” As she put back her robe and started towards upstairs, I said, “Don’t forget to put the safety fence back in place.” Soon, as I watched eagerly, I saw her coming down the steps with two beach towels, a blanket, and a box of tissues in her arms. Bertha smiled at me and said, “Clarence is sleeping soundly.” After quickly spreading a beach towel on the carpeted floor, pulled me up to stand in front of her and French kissed me. I hugged her and began to fondle her boobs, and kiss her neck, as I whispered to her: “I missed you. You're beautiful.” “I missed you too,” cooed Bertha, as I French kissed her and fondled her meaty buttocks. Bertha reached in to my robe and grasped by raging hard cock. Gently breaking our French kiss, she cooed: “Looks like you're ready for action,” and giggled and cooed: “It's leaking; slick with precum. You've been very patient. Take off the robe.” I mumbled, “I'm very excited; I haven’t loved you in a week.” I said, “How about you? You must be excited too,” and, gently probing her crotch with my right hand, I found her pussy was wet and slick. As Bertha moaned softly, slowly, I snaked my right middle finger in to her snug vagina; slowly I removed my finger out and licked the coating of nectar. Eagerly, I mumbled, “Bertha, I want to taste your you know what.” Bertha giggled, looked in to my eyes, and realized I wanted to eat her pussy right away, and cooed: “You’re shy now; you said pussy before. Say it, lover.” I whispered, “Bertha, I want to taste your pussy.” Bertha pouted and said, “Baby Clarence may wake up and come down the stairs.” “I think he's sleeping; I'll check on him,” and I slowly tiptoed up the steps, pushed aside the safety fence, and peeked in to his bedroom; baby Clarence was sleeping peacefully on his bed. Quickly, but quietly, I put the safety fence back in place and walked back to the living room. “Baby Clarence is sleeping soundly,” and added: “I put the safety fence back in place.” Bertha nodded her head and cooed, “Let's go to that chair,” and led me to the towel-covered upholstered chair not too far from the lamp in the corner. After French kissing me, smiling, and blushing, Bertha sat in the chair. I slid to my knees, rubbed her smooth legs and knees, and slowly opened her thighs. As Bertha watched my face with passion-filled eyes, first I kissed her muscular legs and meaty thighs. I lifted her thighs, I planted several kisses on her crotch, and exposed her juicy pussy with my fingers, and began to lick the lips and clitoris. Bertha cooed, “I'm glad you want to eat me; my pussy’s quite juicy; I also applied perfume on my crotch,” and added: “Ben, don't rush. Eat my pussy like you eat a delicious dessert: savor the flavor and ----,” and when I began to do just that whimpered: “Ohhh. That’s it. That’s iiiit.” Due to our necking and fondling each other since early afternoon, indeed Bertha's pussy was full of her love juices. I swallowed them as I licked and sucked her pussy. In turn, Bertha's orgasm rolled as she held my head firmly; her crotch convulsed and my face was smeared with love juice from her pulsing pussy. “Babyyyy. Ahhhhh. Ooooooohh. Suuuuuuuuuck.” After several minutes, Bertha stood up, lovingly kissed my nectar-smeared face, and said: “I had an awesome orgasm. Thank you,” and gently grasped my cock. Bertha cooed, “My, my; it's been leaking,” and, after taking my robe off and nudging me to sit in the upholstered chair, sat in my lap, facing away from me. Holding my cock in her hand, she cooed, “Baby, I’m wet; it’s slick; should go in easily,” and quickly snaked my slick cock in to her pussy. I lowered her red robe below her shoulders and kissed her neck; Bertha leaned against my chest, and raised her arms so that I could reach around and fondle her big boobs. I mumbled, “Bertha, I'm close to blowing my load; just tighten your pussy grip and loosen it a few times.” Bertha cooed, “Here it goes,” and, as I requested, she tightened her pussy grip on my cock and loosened it a few times. I mumbled, “It's incredible; your pussy’s tight, juicy. I'm close to cumming. Ok to come in you?” Bertha cooed, “Go ahead cum in me. I'm too old to have babies,” and tightened her vaginal grasp around my cock. I had lost track that Bertha was at the end of menopause and cannot have children. It gave me a thrill I could ejaculate at her cervix without worrying about Bertha becoming pregnant. I felt my climax roll gently, so I grabbed on to Bertha's pendulous boobs. With me practically sitting still, my crotch rocked involuntarily as my cock exploded inside Bertha's pussy and released several jets of cum. My cock was still twitching when Bertha cooed: “Benny, you needed that.” Later, she got off of me and wiped most of the cum leaking from her pussy with tissues; she wiped a small portion that had trickled down, off of her dark thigh. Bertha returned with a warm washcloth, saw my still erect cock, smiled, and with surprise cooed: “Your cock; it didn't go down,” and, after a pause, mumbled: “I forgot you're just 26; George needed several hours to get going,” and, giggling, added: “We better take care of it.” After cleaning my erect cock with the wash cloth, Bertha smiled at me and cooed: “Ben, this is the surprise,” and lovingly licked my cock head, and up and down along the length. My cock was still stiff. A pleased Bertha, smiled, and cooed: “I had not dated a 26-year old guy. What’s you’re pleasure?” I whispered, “I want you on top, facing me.” Smiling, Bertha fondled by crotch, stood up, and, after smoothing the large towel, cooed: “Lie on your back,” and while standing with legs spread wide over my prone body, looked down at me smiling. I realized, Bertha was allowing me to ogle her voluptuous body as she looked at my erect penis and muscular body. I sat up and fondled her well-formed legs, thighs, and buttocks. Still smiling, she slowly squatted over my crotch, and grasping my erect cock in her right hand, slowly impaled herself on it. Again, the sensation of having my cock deep in Bertha's snug and well-lubricated pussy was heavenly. Seeing my excited face, Bertha cooed: “I see you like your cock in my old pussy,” and, after looking at her cock-stuffed pussy, continued: “I like it in my pussy too; it looks well stuffed. Lover, I’m turned on,” cooed Bertha, and rode me for several minutes as I fondled her swinging and bouncing boobs. With a serious look on her face, she cooed: “Squeeze, pinch, my clit,” and whimpered with pleasure as I squeezed her engorged clit with my thumb and forefinger. Bertha continued whimpering for several minutes; after collapsing on my chest, achieved her orgasm. Smiling, she looked up, and cooed: “Lover, you got me off a second time,” and, after kissing my face lovingly, cooed: “You must be close to cumming too.” I whispered, “I thought I would blow my wad watching you cum. Love your pits.” Bertha blushed and cooed, “So, you like my pits,” and while watching my face with a smile, exposed her armpits by lifting her arms and holding them behind her head. I grasped her boobs and, while watching Bertha’s face and her exposed voluptuous body, slowly pumped my cock in and out of her tight pussy; my climax rolled in slowly and I released several jets of cum again at her cervix: “Greattt. Fuckkkk. Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk.” Several minutes later, after my cock withered, Bertha got off, and cleaned her pussy and my cock with tissues; I asked her: “Any chance, I can sleep in your bed?” She kissed my face and said softly: “I’m reluctant to let you sleep in my bed,” and, added, in a firm tone: “I don't want Clarence to see us together in bed, any time. It’s not good for that child.” At that moment Clarence began to fuss and, after putting on her robe and kissing me, Bertha went to be with him. I fell asleep on the large living room couch. Sometime before dawn, I woke up as Bertha whispered to me: “Ben, I want to snuggle with you. Baby Clarence is sleeping.” Still sleepy, I mumbled, “Ok,” and tried to make room for Bertha on the sofa. Bertha cooed, “There's not enough room for me here; let's snuggle on the towel,” and, after getting off the sofa, helped me up. Bertha and I got comfortable on the large towel; I held her as she faced away from me. Slowly, my cock grew erect when my right hand grasped Bertha's right boob and my crotch came in contact with her cushiony buttocks. Bertha giggled and cooed, “I can't believe he's ready for action, so soon.” I lifted myself on my elbow and kissed Bertha's neck, cheek, and lips; I pleaded: “Please take off your robe; let's fuck naked.” Bertha cooed, “Yes, let's fuck naked,” and, after removing her robe, lay on her back. Smiling at me, she first opened her thighs exposing her glistening pussy, and then her arms exposing her large boobs sagging to her sides. I settled in her opened her arms and thighs, and for several minutes planted small kisses on her upper arms, armpits, neck, and lips. I lifted her legs on to my shoulders, snaked by erect cock in to her cum-laden pussy, and fucked her; I was turned on watching her boobs sway, our crotches collide, and her whimpering and my grunts. I paused couple of times and kissed Bertha's sweaty neck and armpits, and then resumed fucking. “Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh. Cuuuuuuuumming. Fuckkkk.” MONDAY WITH BERTHA AND CLARENCE Next morning, after I woke up, I heard Bertha’s shower running. I put on my shirt and shorts, and started the coffee maker. Later, Clarence got up and, after he came down stairs, I served him his breakfast and helped him eat. Bertha came down and, on the way to the kitchen, said: “Good morning,” and, after smiling at me, kissed Clarence. She was dressed in black shorts, red short-sleeve blouse, and sandals. I went to the kitchen and quickly hugged her: she smelled nice. As Bertha and I were having a cup of coffee, Clarence asked if he could ride the carousel at the mall. Bertha nodded when I looked at her; I replied, “Sure, Clarence; we can go.” Bertha added, “Let's all go to the mall and have lunch.” Bertha picked up the two large, soiled, towels from the chair and the floor, and took them to the laundry. She brought up two clean towels, Chuck's silk robe, and whispered: “I'm sure we'll need them.” I smiled at Bertha and said, “I need to step out,” and went to my car and picked up the gift bag containing lingerie I bought. In the house, I pulled Bertha aside in the hallway, gave her the lingerie package, and whispered: “Bertha, I bought these items for you; please try them on; if we need to exchange them we can do so at the mall.” Smiling, Bertha whispered: “Ok, what did you buy?” Shyly, I mumbled, “Lingerie.” Bertha blushed and exclaimed, “You bought lingerie for me; that's really sweet,” and hugged me tightly. I said, “I would love to see you in them.” Grinning, Bertha said, “Sure, honey; let me try them on,” and went to her bedroom. Several minutes later, Bertha returned, and, blushing, cooed: “The bra and panties fit perfectly,” and added: “I’m sure the thigh highs will fit, I didn’t try them on. So you like me in red lingerie?” I whispered, “Yes; you looked great in the red silk robe.” I said, “I need to shower, change clothes; I’ll be back later,” and, after kissing baby Clarence, walked out the back of the house. At the patio, Bertha called me: “Ben, love. Thanks for last night,” and hugged me. “I thank you Bertha; you’re a special lady,” and blurted out: “I have to go on a job to Chicago on Tuesday; let’s talk later,” and I went home, shaved, and showered. Clarence, Bertha, and I left for the mall at about 11 a.m. Clarence was excited when he saw the carousel. After putting our clothes and Clarence’s stroller at a table, Bertha said: “Ben, you have to stand next to Clarence and hold him.” “Yes, I know.” “While you and Clarence are on the carousel, I’ll look around the stores; see you later.” I stood next to Clarence and held him as he rode his favorite horse on the carousel. Bertha returned several minutes later. After we had lunch and spent couple of hours at the mall, we returned to Rosa’s home. I helped Clarence play for a while and put him in the crib to nap. When I came downstairs, Bertha was watching a talk show on TV. I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulder; she snuggled to me. Softly, she said: “So you’re going to Chicago tomorrow.” I said, “Yes, it’s an interesting company. After discussions, I may have to work in one or two plants,” and added: “I’m sorry, I’m leaving you. When are Rosa and Chuck returning?” “On Wednesday,” and added softly: “I’m going home Saturday,” and after a minute, she cooed: “I need a nap; you wore me out,” and, after placing a couch pillow in my lap, put her head on it, and fell asleep. After watching TV for a few minutes, I also fell asleep. Later, I heard Clarence calling and, after lifting Bertha’s head off my lap, went to pick him up. While he watched a kid’s program, Bertha whispered: “Come to the kitchen,” and walked away. In the kitchen, Bertha hugged me and, while rubbing my chest, cooed: “Ben, you made this visit to Rosa extra special; I've become fond of you.” I whispered, “I've become fond of you too. I'll miss you. I feel very comfortable with you. Would you let me see you, say in Detroit?” “Yes, of course; it'll take a while to get you out of my system. But, I don't see how that's possible, unless ---,” and softly asked: “Are you saying you want to see me in Detroit? But, you're busy with work.” “Honestly, Bertha, I don’t know what will happen,” and hugged her lovingly. After a while, Bertha, said: “I need to go for a walk. Please take care of baby Clarence until I come back,” and put on her sneakers and went out. I realized Bertha needed to sort things out. I played with Clarence and helped him find his favorite TV show; thanks to Clarence, for a short while, I was able to not think of Bertha. Clarence asked a number of questions and just talked; I stayed with him after Bertha returned from her walk. Later, while Bertha prepared dinner for all of us, I helped Clarence bathe and change in to his pajamas. After dinner, while Bertha was taking care of Clarence, I watched a sports program on TV. Just after 8 p.m., Bertha came down stairs: she was dressed in a bright red silk robe and slippers, and looked lovely. She sat next to me and said: “Baby Clarence is sleeping; he’s tired.” I put my arm around her, pulled her to me, and, when she turned her face towards me, French kissed her. After the kiss, Bertha said softly: Bertha softly asked, “Tell me about this project in Chicago,” and, after I did at length, she noted: “Basically, you'll help this company identify problems in their plants and improve productivity,” and added: “That sounds useful.” I said, “Each plant is different. I won't get bored with the jobs,” and added: “Not with you either.” Bertha, smiled, and cooed: “I'm not bored with you either,” and quickly sat in my lap and French kissed me; one kiss led to another, until I started to kiss her long neck and fondle her boobs and buttocks. My cock stiffened considerably and Bertha pressed her crotch on it. I looked in to Bertha's eyes and pleaded: “Let me suckle your boobs, please.” Bertha, smiling, nodded her head, and got off my lap. Standing a few feet from me, after slowly removing her robe, she pirouetted couple of times in her sexy new underwear: red, silk, bra and panties, and black thigh highs. Indeed, Bertha looked voluptuous in the lingerie: the red bra and panties, and black thigh highs complimented her brown complexion very well. As Bertha stood smiling with hands on her hips, I stared at the beautiful woman in front of me and felt lucky to be her lover. I then noticed a small dark patch on her panties; I realized they got wet by her nectars built up since early evening. The red bra covered a part of her sagging boobs and gave them a slight lift; they looked very sexy and pushed out of her chest with out being pushed up. I slid to my knees and crawled to Bertha, and began to kiss her meaty thighs, panties-covered crotch, and buttocks. Bertha cooed, “Lover, no one appreciated my thighs, buttocks, and boobs, as much as you; you're a great lover.” Without pausing, I mumbled: “Thanks,” and started kissing Bertha's panties-covered crotch; when I licked the wet spot, the flimsy panties molded to the contour of her pussy lips. Bertha cooed, “We will both be comfortable, if I sit,” and, after spreading one of the beach towels on the upholstered chair, sat in the chair. I crawled as fast as I could to Bertha and resumed kissing her thighs. Bertha nudged my head up and cooed: “I think you are over dressed; please go check on baby Clarence.” I went upstairs and, after I saw Clarence was sleeping soundly, placed the safety fence at the top of the stairs; I returned and removed my clothes. Bertha, who had a huge grin on her face, reached and fondled my erect cock and balls. She then handed me a colorful bag; it contained a cock ring. Giggling, Bertha cooed, “Put it on lover,” and sliding to her knees in front of me fondled my stiffened cock. “So hard; so smooth,” whispered Bertha and kissed my cock along its length. Being eager to eat her pussy, I nudged Bertha to stand up, and whispered: “Time for my dessert.” Bertha giggled and cooed, “You're really in to eating my pussy; most guys want their dicks sucked first.” I mumbled, “You taste so good; it's less pressure on me after you orgasm,” and lowered the red silk panties to her ankles. Bertha cooed, “I'm not complaining; I love to have my pussy eaten by you.” Bertha stepped out of them, picked them up, and, after putting them around my neck, giggled, and cooed: “Your cock looks so cute,” and sat in the chair. After I smelled the crotch area of the panties, I smelled Bertha's wet pussy, and then licked its lips and her clit. I sucked and licked her clit, and also her swollen lips. Bertha moaned and her breathing became steady; she tilted her head back, held my head, and opened her thighs. I managed to pinch her nipples to hasten her orgasm. “Bennyyyy. Suuuuck. Suckkkkkkkk. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh.” After a few minutes, Bertha lifted my head and kissed my nectar-covered lips, and cooed: “Baby, that was a terrific orgasm. What’s your pleasure?” “I want you on top. Please leave your red bra on; you look lovely in it.” After I stretched out on the beach towel Bertha had spread, she impaled herself on my erect cock. While I was kneading and fondling her bra-covered boobs, Bertha cooed: