5 comments/ 15086 views/ 7 favorites Teresa By: Cherie_love I knock on the door. Silence. I'm a little impatient because it's cold out here, and raining. I knock on the door again, and finally the door opens. It's a middle aged black woman, possibly in her mid forties. Her skin is a high olive complexion, and her dark eyes match it. Her black hair is in a high bun, and in the middle of her hair it is dyed white. It's a distinguished look. She's slim in body, and tall. Taller than me. I'm only five two. I smile, "Hi, I'm Kara-" "Roberts," She finishes before smiling, "Of course, come in." She opens the door and I step inside. It's a beautiful, clean house that's very spacious, and it smells great in here. "Let me show you the room," She says. I follow her to the kitchen and to the back door. She opens it, "See, just like you saw on the internet." I step inside. It's warm and cozy inside. The bed is made up. There's a desk, closet, dresser, and a large mirror. The desk is in front of the window. "Yeah, just like on the internet. It's for real!" "Presentation is everything. I like to keep a clean house." I turn to her, "How much for this room again?" "It's $100 a month." That wasn't bad. The room wasn't exactly large, but it was spacy. "That's fine." "May I ask, why aren't you just renting an apartment of your own?" She asks. "I'm not financially able yet." She nods her head, "Ah, I see. Are you financially able to rent this room?" I don't know if I should be offended or not when she says that. "Yes, definitely." "Then it's yours. I just ask that you keep it quiet around here, and keep the room clean." "I'm a very clean person, but do I like, have to buy my own groceries and things like that?" She laughs, "No. You're welcome to anything in the refrigerator, but if you eat all the food, then you'll be required to buy groceries, and your rent will go up." "That will never happen." "So what do you do?" "I'm a waitress, I live off of tips." "Where do you waitress at?" "Eatz," I answer, "It's a restaurant not too far from here." "I see, so you work everyday." "Monday through Friday." "Good." "So um," Now I feel awkward, "What do you do?" "I'm retired, I tried my hand at many things." "Have you?" She smiles, "I've been around." I frown, "How old are you anyway?" She raises an eyebrow, "It's impolite to ask a woman her age." "Oh, sorry." "Don't be. Anyway, when will you be available to move in?" "As soon as possible. I thought you were going to interview me." "Do you drink?" "No." "Smoke?" "No." That was a lie. I picked up smoking after my Grandmother died. "Do you have a lot of friends?" "Nope, just one." "Okay, I've heard enough." "That was it?" "Yeah, I already know enough about you just by asking those simple questions and the way you answered them. You strike me as someone who's very truthful." "Oh I have to be. I'm a very bad liar." "Are you?" "Yeah, that's not my sport." "Mine either. Well, congratulations. The room is ready for you anytime you'd like to come in. I'll have to supply you with the house keys." "Okay, sure." - "So, when are you moving in?" My best friend Paula asks me. "Tomorrow, that's when Larry is coming back." "Ugh, his name bugs me. I can't believe your Mom married him." Larry is my Mom's husband. He molested me countless times from the time they married to now, and I'm twenty one years old. Mom knows about it, but she did nothing. "Your Mom knows you're leaving right?" "Even if she didn't, I wouldn't care," I zip my bookbag. "Just asking." "Larry's coming back from his business meeting from Maryland. He'll be coming around twelve thirty. Mom's going to pick him up at the airport. I'll be gone before then." "Cool. I can't believe you're actually leaving though. It's the best thing you could do for yourself." "Yeah, I can't believe it either." "So this woman you're moving in with, what's she like? Is she married?" "I saw no ring on her finger." "Does she have a boyfriend?" "Um, I don't know. I didn't ask her." "How old is she?" "I dunno, forties maybe." "Dude, you're moving in with a Mommy type, you should have checked out a room from somebody our age?" "Paula, you're just saying that because that's what you would do. Not everybody is like you." "Exactly my point." "Besides, I have no problem rooming with someone older than me. I like older people, they're far mature." "Says the young girl who doesn't hang around older people." I stick my tongue out at her. "What's the place like?" "Dude, I showed you the pictures over the internet. Short term memory loss?" "Okay, so I forgot all right?" "It's better in person. And clean. She's probably one of those OCD types." "Go figure. Does she have any kids?" "I don't know, I didn't ask." "That's something you'll have to start doing." "I know, but I didn't think it mattered. If she had kids she wouldn't rent that room out." "You have a good point." "So, can I visit you?" "Of course you can you dork!" There's a knock on the door. I know it's Mom. I sigh. "Come in." Mom opens the door, and there's a blank expression on her face. She looks at my packed bags. "Where are you going?" "I'm moving out," I answer reluctantly. "Are you? Where to?" "Not too far from here." "That doesn't exactly answer my question. I mean you are of age so there's no problem with you leaving, but as a parent I'd like to know where you'll be just in case of emergency." "I have your number Mom, I'll call you." "Don't get an attitude with me young lady." I look at my Mom. I actually look at her. She's about five seven, busty, shoulder length blonde hair, high cheekbones. She's very pretty. "It's not because of Larry that you're leaving is it?" Now I'm pissed off. "Not only that." "Is it me?" "That too." "You are so complicated," She says before closing the door. "Bitch," I whisper. Paula just stares. I feel a panic attack coming, so I take my medicine and try to calm down. "That happens every fucking time!" I yell. I'm shaking, and Paula hugs me tight. "I hate this fucking family," I cry, "I can't wait to get out." "I know," Paula says. - Later that night, I'm in the living room watching TV. Mom comes downstairs in the same black business suit she wore earlier, and has her Prada purse over her shoulder. "I'm going to pick up Larry from the airport, and I'm stopping to the store. Was there anything you'd like for me to pick up?" I don't answer the question,"I thought he was arriving tomorrow." "I thought so too, did you want anything from the store or not?" "No." Mom sighs, rolls her eyes and walks out. I glance at the wedding photo that's on the table next to me. Mom's hair was longer then. Larry still looks the same, with his slicked back jet black hair. I miss my Father. He and Mom had a bad falling out when I was ten years old, and he left but never came back. I dreamed of him coming back, and would wake up thinking he was in the house. That moment never came. I had to go to therapy at a young age because of that. Due to Larry molesting me and my Mom knowing it, I suffered panic attacks and developed anger issues. The first time Larry touched me was six months after he married Mom. Mom was working at a law firm then, and worked overtime. So it was just Larry and I. I always felt negative vibes from him, and didn't understand why Mom couldn't see it. Mom caught him touching me one day, gasped, and slammed the door. Larry immediately stopped what he was doing, and told me to put my underwear back on. I heard both of them arguing, but it all it took was him to make love to her to make her forget about what happened. Bastard. I don't even want to be here when he comes back. - "I'm glad you decided to leave now," Paula says. We're in her car, and she's taking me to my new home. "Me too. Imagine what would've happened if I stayed." Paula doesn't respond, but she turns on the radio and flips to a pop station. "You have to step back into the dating scene," Paula says. "I know, but guys are dicks. It's hard to date them." "Gee I know, but there are nice guys around. Remember Will?" "Paula, he was a dick. Puh-leeze." "Well he was cute." "Yeah, that's it. He wasn't smart, considerate, or nice." "Okay so he was a bad decision. What about Chris?" "Chris was just as bad. I need a real man. Maybe I'm not ready to date again." "You just have to find yourself," Paula answers. "Perhaps." Paula turns on Henry Street, where there's an array of apartments on one side, and houses on the other. She parks in front of a brown house, three houses down from where I will be staying. We both step out, and she unlocks the trunk, and takes out two of my suitcases. I have a gym bag, and my purse with me. We walk up to the Cape Cod house, and she presses the doorbell. "It doesn't work," I answer. Paula knocks. "Harder, so she can hear you." I say. Paula knocks harder. "Ow, my knuckles are going to be red thanks to this." I smile. "What's her name by the way?" "Teresa." There's footsteps, and Teresa opens the door. She's wearing a silk black robe, and her hair is pinned up. It looks like she just stepped out of the tub, because her skin is damp. I can see the outline of her breasts. She frowns. "I'm sorry, did I come at a bad time?" I ask. "No," She answers, "Come in." We step in, and the living room lamp is on. "You can go to the room and unpack, I didn't know you were coming so soon." "I didn't either." "Who's your friend?" "Oh, I'm Paula," She extends her hand. Teresa shakes her hand, "Teresa." "Well, we'll get out of your way now. Nice meeting you Teresa. Beautiful house!" Teresa smiles, "Thank you." We head to the basement downstairs, and turn on the light. "Wow," Paula exclaims, "I can see why she's renting it." "Beautiful isn't it?" "I wish I had found it first." "Too bad," I answer, "You wanna help me unpack?" "Sure," Paula answers. As we're packing, Paula says, "You know, black women age very well." "Random," I say. "No really they do. This Teresa woman is striking to be an old lady." "She's not that old, at least she doesn't look like it. I don't see any wrinkles on her face." "No her skin is smooth, like a baby doll. I guess a person twenty or thirty years older than us would be considered an old lady." "Shh, she'll hear us." "Oh sorry, I forgot how loud I speak." "Girls," Teresa calls from outside the door. "Yes?" We answer in unison. "There's food on the stove if you're hungry." "Okay," We answer. When we finish packing, we go upstairs. This time Teresa is wearing a silk black pajama pants set. Her top is long sleeved. "Wow will you look at the time," Paula says checking her phone, "I'd better go." Teresa smiles, "It was nice having you. Drive safely." "Thanks, nice meeting you," She turns to me and hugs me, "See you." "Bye Paula," I answer. She leaves. Teresa turns to me, "She was nice." "Yeah, she's my best friend." "I can see why you're best friends. May I ask why you moved so sporadic? I wasn't expecting you until a few days or a week." "Family problems." She slowly nods, "Oh, I see. I don't mean to pry." "Oh no, I don't look at it that way." "Good. Anyway, there's food on the stove if you're hungry." "I'll grab something later, I'm really tired. I just want to go to bed." "I understand that. Just so you know, I washed your bed covers with Dreft. My skin is very sensitive, I can't use anything else." "I like Dreft," I answer, "My skin is sensitive too." "So you understand. That's all I can use or I'll have to take numerous trips to the dermatologist." "So do I." "At least we have something in common." I smile. "Well, we'll talk later. I'm going to bed. Enjoy your stay," She says before going upstairs. "Thanks. Good night." - I actually have a good sleep the first time in eight years since Mom married Larry. I hated going to sleep when he was in the picture. I had to worry if he was going to sneak into my room. This time, I felt safe. Sleep came very easy. I turn on my phone. 5:31 it reads. It's slightly dark outside. I have two missed calls from Mom, and one voice message. I don't bother to listen to it. I turn the phone off and lie back down. Teresa makes breakfast that morning. Blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, and rice. It's really good. "Do you have any kids?" I ask. "Twins," She answers, "One is overseas in the military, and the other is in California modeling." "Wow, how old are they?" "A little older than you. I presume you're in your twenties?" "Twenty one." "So young, they're in their late twenties." I frown, "How old are you anyway?" She just looks at me. "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot." She laughs, "How old do you think I am?" "I thought you were in your forties." "A little older than that, and I'm not telling you." "You look great," I answer. She shakes her head as she continues laughing, and drinks her coffee. I'm embarrassed. Sometimes I blurt things out, and say things I shouldn't say. I have the nerve to be insulted when people laugh at me when I say stupid things. Later that day at work, Mom shows up at my job. I have the most splitting headache. My boss, Mr. Harris, tells me to take off early. I tell him I'll work the rest of my shift, and I'll be okay. Just seeing her makes me sick. She's sitting at the table, with her hands bracing a cup of coffee. I serve a table of teenagers their food, before going to her table and sitting down. I say nothing. "You left so soon," She says, "I got scared. You didn't return my calls." "I know." "I was worried about you. You never gave me your new address." "I'm sorry Mom, but I don't want Larry finding me." She freezes, "What's that supposed to mean?" "Mom, the man is sick and you know it." "Why don't you just forgive him." "Forgive him after what he did to me?" I shout. Most people turn to our table, and I quiet down. "Mom, I can't do this anymore. You'll have to leave." "I didn't want things to go this far. I didn't come here for this." I walk away. I head to the bathroom, and feel like I have to throw up, yet I don't have to. I splash my face with cold water, and dry it with paper towels. I look at myself in the mirror. I look tired, and flushed. I go out, and Mom is gone. "I saw that," Mr. Harris says. I turn around. "What was that all about?" He asks. "Um, family problems." "That was your Mother right?" "Unfortunately, yes." "What?" "Yes," I answer. "You look very tired, and sick. Why don't you swallow your pride and take the rest of the day off to yourself? Go home, and take the load off." I barely smile, "Thanks Mr. Harris." "Don't mention it." I take the bus to my new home, and unlock the door with my keys. There is no sign of Teresa here. I go to the half bath downstairs, and open the medicine cabinet to take my anti-depressants. I go upstairs to shower. The bathroom smells like vanilla and coconut. I take a hot shower, and imagine myself washing my depression away. By the time I come out, I feel ten times better. I dry my hair with a towel, and put on shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I look like a young teenager dressed like this, definitely not like a twenty one year old young woman. Teresa comes in with two bags of groceries. "Are you okay?" She asks. "I'm okay." "You're home early, I'm making Lasagna for dinner. Do you like Lasagna?" "I love it, but I'm going to catch myself a nap. Wake me up when it's ready," I turn to go downstairs. "Are you sure you're all right?" She asks with concern. "Yeah, terrific." I quickly go downstairs to keep from crying in front of her. I can't stop thinking of Mom's appearance in the restaurant. I do cry when I go downstairs. I cry myself to sleep and put my face in the pillow to muffle the sounds of crying. Then there's peace, and I fall asleep. - I wake up two hours later, and by the time I wake up, I'm well rested. That was what I needed. It's six thirty when I wake up. I stretch, put some jeans on over my short shorts, and go upstairs. The kitchen smells great. Teresa takes the Lasagna out of the oven. "You made it just in time." We eat, and talk. "So, you said you tried your hand at different things, what all did you do?" "Many things," She takes a bite of her Lasagna, "I've modeled, that was before I had my twins. I've worked at the airport, worked for a temp agency, the post office, and I worked as a receptionist." "Wow, that is a lot. The most I ever did was waitress. Before this job I used to work at Dunkin Donuts." "Did you?" "Yeah, I liked that job better." "Why so?" "At least at that job men didn't grab my ass every time I walked by," I snap out of what I say. I literally cursed in front of her, "Sorry." "Don't be, I understand. I used to get that a lot when I worked at the temp agency. I quit because my boss sexually harassed me." "Really?" "Yeah. It's hard working with someone like that." All of a sudden, I have the sudden urge to tell her about Larry, now that she's bought up her experience. "What's wrong Kara?" "Oh, nothing," I eat the Lasagna. It's very good, and filling. Much better than my Mom's. "You know, even though I'm still a stranger in your eyes, you can talk to me about anything. I am older than you, I can probably help you." "Oh it's nothing, it's just," I pause. Teresa waits. I sigh, "Nothing." Teresa sips her wine. I go through her photo book after dinner. It's quilted. She sewed the outside of the book in rainbow colors. It's beautiful. There's a picture of her in her modeling days that really strikes me. It's a black and white photo, and she's wearing black and white underwear, in a ballerina pose. Her body looks well formed, and tight. There's not an ounce of fat on her body. Amazingly, from her fitted clothes, her body still looks the same. "I was a young thing back then," She says, "Did I tell you I used to be a dancer?" "A dancer?" "I traveled with Alvin Ailey's dance troupe. Imagine that." "No wonder, you posed like you knew what you were doing." "Yeah, plus my Mother put my sisters and I in ballet as children." "I did ballet when I was fourteen, and it was so hard. I told my Mom I didn't want to do it anymore, and she called me a loser." "That's a strong word." "Yeah, there was a lot of pressure. I couldn't take it anymore." "I understand. You seem like the type to run away from your problems." I look at her, "What do you mean?" "My Father always told me, there are two types of people in this world. Face people, and runners. Runners are people who run away from their problems, and face people are those who strongly face their issues, and overcome them, whatever they may be." "I don't run away from my problems." Yes I do. I was just embarrassed that she spotted it, and she just met me! "I didn't mean to say it like that, but I didn't know any other way to say it." "It's okay," I close her book and give it to her. I proceed to go downstairs. "Kara," She rises from the couch, "I didn't mean to be rude." "No it's okay, you're right. I'm a runner." She doesn't respond. I slam the door that leads to the basement and lie down. I'm evaluating myself. Teresa is right. I am a runner. Running away has always been something that I've been doing all of this time. In school, I was known as a pushover, because I always walked away from things and never defended myself. Perhaps it's time to grow up. "Teresa" after the Dinner Party First of all let me describe my wife to you all. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. She has long dark hair, blue eyes, fair to tan skin depending on the time of year. She is short, only five foot tall, no tattoos and has her belly button and the hood of her pussy pierced. Teresa has had her days with sexual encounters as she is bisexual. She has been with other men when I was there, but nothing compared to the night of the dinner party. Teresa's company had a dinner party soon after her arrival to the job. This Job came in the nick of time for sure, as we had both been out of work. The recession had really taken its toll in our area and the finances had taken its toll in our relationship and sex life. The dinner party we went to was to promote, and give thanks to the new employees, and those who had been there for long periods of time. Wine has always had an effect on my wife. If she was tired, she would sleep, if she was mad, it would mellow her out, if she was horny.... Well, you will see.. After the party, around 7pm, several of the employees were heading back to the hotel down the street so they would not have to drink and drive. The party continued in the hotel bar and things started to get kind of interesting. The guys would stare, make comments about all the lovely ladies, but the comments were mostly directed to the new hire... yep, my lovely wife. Teresa was wearing a black cocktail dress, beautiful black shoes with little dangling rhinestones, hair parted from the side, and her blues eyes really stood out due to the accents of blue in her hair. As we sat at the bar, we commented on how all the guys were looking at her, and I told her she could have an guy in the bar if she wanted them, she smiled and rolled her eyes as if to say she had no chance. Apparently she did not catch what I was saying. Now I love my wife to death, but she has done for me and it was time for me to do for her. So I told her again. You can have any guy you wanted, bumped her with my elbow, and winked at her. Teresa smiled and let it go at that. A few minutes later, Steve, a fellow employee asked if she could dance, I told her its fine and she moved onto the dance floor. There were quite a few people on the floor and it was hard to see what was going on. I did catch Steve with his hand on my wife's waist as he was grinding her to this R&B song. It was obvious that Steve had a lot to drink as he could barely even stand. She played along, continued to dance till there were three more guys dancing around her. I guess the wine had started to catch up to her, as she was enjoying every minute of the attention she was receiving. She continued to dance till she started to sweat and came back to me at the bar to get a drink. I ordered her a bottle of water, and she asked if she could have a shot of tequila. Of course, I'm not going to say no to my wife, as I was having a blast watching her have fun. I saw Steve leaving with his wife, and she didn't look too happy at all and she gave my wife a dirty look as they left. My wife didn't really care, as the alcohol had started to work rather well. She drank her shot, and half the bottle of water. It was not long till one of the guys from earlier was walking up to her to see if she wanted to dance again, she asked if I minded and I told her to live it up, have some fun. The guy introduced himself as Scott and pointed to the corner where two more of his friends were. Apparently they were the last survivors of a bachelor party from earlier and heard the music in the bar and came to have some fun before they departed the next morning. Most of Teresa's co-workers had left around 9:30pm, and the drinks had taken there toll on Teresa. She was not drunk, but you could see she was feeling rather well. I asked if she was ready to leave and she nodded. As we were leaving the bar, Teresa introduced me to Scott again and his friends. They asked where she was going, and she told them the music and noise was not really her type, and we were heading to the room. They called her a party pooper and then smiled at me. I introduced myself, and told them we were not tired and if they wanted to join us for some drinks that would be fine. The guys discussed it, and decided to come along. We got to the room and Teresa went to the bag and grabbed the bottles of wine she had brought with her. Scott introduced his friends Bill and Jeff and then pulled out a bottle from his bag. As we talked and got to know each other Teresa sat down beside me and started to snuggle. The wine, shot of tequila had started to work. We all had several more drinks and Bill made the comment on Teresa's dancing and how hot she looked on the dance floor. She said the alcohol relinquished her inhibitions and she had a good time. As we were sitting there, apparently Bill and Jeff were at an advantage to see up my wife's dress. They whispered to each other, and I asked them what was up and they told me. Teresa smiled, and I asked if they liked what they saw, the smiled and both were like "Hell Yes". Scott commented how it was not fair, and asked if he could see. I looked at Teresa, she smiled, and so I reached over and slightly pulled her legs apart. You could obviously tell they liked what they saw by the growing bulges in the crotch of their pants. I peaked down to see that she had on a royal blue, see thru thong. If you looked closely, you could see the wet spot, right at the edge of her lips. I asked if she was horny, and she said more than I knew. I slowly opened her legs and began to rub her pussy thru her thong. Teresa laid her head back and on my shoulder as I rubbed her hot wet pussy and she started to moan. I asked the guys if they enjoyed the view, and they all agreed that it was the highlight of their night. I told Teresa she could pick any one of the guys and she could fuck him. She smiled, looked at me and asked "Just One"? I instantly got hard as a rock, as she reached over and grabbed my dick. As the guys commented as to how lucky I was, all I could do was agree. Teresa, removed her head from my shoulder, scooted over to the end of the couch and opened her legs, and placed one leg on the sofa so we could all view. She slowly slid her hand over her breast and slid it down to her wet thong. As she rubbed the slit thru her thong, you could see the juices from her pussy start to soak thru and leave a pretty substantial wet spot. She smirked in our direction and asked if we wanted more? As we all nodded yes, she looked at me and smiled, and asked if it was ok. I told her yes as my dick grew harder and harder. Teresa slowly pulled the wet thong to the side so we could all see her swollen pussy. In all my years of marriage, I had never seen her get that wet that quick. Her lips were swollen, and her clit was quite enlarged in the anticipation of what was to come. She slowly licked her fingers, reached down with both her hands and pulled her pussy lips apart. You could see her love juices leak from her cunt and slowly dribble down her ass. Teresa opened her pussy slid one finger and then a second deep inside herself. As her she arched her back, she moaned a soft moan of delight. She looked up with her beautiful blue eyes and asked if anyone wanted to join her. Needless to say, it didn't take long for all of us to remove the clothes we were wearing. Bill was the first to reveal his cock. It was of average size and length about 6 inches or so, but when Jeff and Scott removed their pants, my wife's mouth dropped open. Scott was very long, about 8 inches, but Jeff's cock was the largest she had ever seen. Jeff's dick was about 11 inches in length, and was as thick and as round as a soda can. Needless to say, the excitement could be seen in my wife's eyes. Teresa stood up, slid her hands under her dress and seductively slid the thong off her ass and down her legs, stepped out of them and lifted the crotch of the thong to her lips. She closed her eyes, and licked the wetness of her pussy from the crotch with her tongue. She asked if anyone else wanted a taste and Bill was the first to reply. She walked to Bill, stood in front of him on the couch, lifted her right leg and placed it to his side. She lifted her dress, and reached for his head pulling it into her pussy. As Teresa began to moan, you could see Bill raise his hand and cup her ass, pulling her hot steamy pussy into his face. Scott stood up and positioned himself behind Teresa, slowly raising her dress up higher till he could reach her breast. He stood behind her, tilted his head and began gently and seductively to bite on her neck as he massaged her tits. Jeff stood, with his huge cock in hand. Moved to her side and placed it in her hand. She reached behind her and grabbed Scotts cock and began to massage them both till they were fully erect. Teresa let got of the two cocks in her and asked Scott to unzip the dress, and then let it fall to the floor. Other than the sexy shoes she wore, she was totally nude. She pushed Bill back on the couch and straddled his face. Scott, got on the couch as well, sat on the back and pulled my wife's head to his 8 inch dick. As she slowly slid his cock in her mouth, you could tell the warmth from her mouth had the needed affect to make it grow to its full length and harder than steel. She slowly sucked the head of his dick, looked at me and asked if I was enjoying myself. With my dick in my hand, I told her yes and not to stop. She began to feverishly suck on Scott's long cock when Jeff moved to her side. She looked at his cock and opened her mouth as wide as she was able. She slid his huge 11 inch cock into her mouth as he pulled her head into it. As Jeff pumped his cock in and out of my wife's mouth, you could hear her moans of ecstasy from the pussy licking that she was receiving from Bill. It was not long before her legs began to tremble and I could tell that the lashing she was receiving was making her cum. Teresa let go of the cocks she had in hand as she trembled to a climax. As she shook, you could hear Bill licking feverishly to lap up all of the love juices leaking from her swollen hot cunt. Teresa stood up and walked to the bed inviting us all to join her. As we moved to the bed, Teresa grabbed Scott by the hand and pulled him to the bed. She lay on her back, opened her legs as wide as possible for all of us to take in the beautiful pussy awaiting us. She reached again for Scott, grabbing him by his dick and pulling him to the edge of her swollen pussy lips. I could hear her tell him to fuck her, as she slid the 8 inch cock in her tight pussy. As I watched from behind, you could see her pussy lips, slowly wrap around his cock, swallowing it every so gently. As he pushed deeper into her, her back arched in pleasure and she whispered "Oh My God". Bill reached down, lifted her legs to his shoulders, and slowly slid his cock in as deep as he could go. Teresa's eyes rolled back in her head, as she reached for his ass to pull him into her even more. Jeff was sitting on the edge of the bed, stoking his cock, as Bill moved to the side of my wife, placing his 6 inch cock at the edge of her mouth. She reached with her hand and head, and swallowed his whole cock. Bill eased her head back leaned from the side and began to fuck her mouth and pound the back of her throat. Teresa had never been able to deep throat before, and I don't think it was all that deep, but the gurgling sounds from him fucking her face almost put me over the edge. Teresa reached for Jeffs cock and began to stroke him as she sucked Bill's dick. Scott stopped fucking Teresa long enough to turn her body so her head was hanging over the foot of the bed. Jeff moved and placed his huge cock at her mouth, she reached for it as Scott continued to fuck her harder and harder. She opened her mouth, and accepted the huge cock with anticipation. As he fucked my wife's face, Bill began to stroke over my wife. A few seconds later, Scott brought my wife to an explosive climax where she began to squirt her juices all over his cock. The expression on her face drove me crazy, as she looked at me and the juices shot from her hot pussy. Bill asked if he could fuck her tight ass and she eagerly told them to do what ever they wanted. I knew immediately that the alcohol had done its job. Scott pulled his cock out of her pussy laid on his back and pulled Teresa to him. She straddled his cock, allowing a full view of her pussy swallowing him. Bill moved in behind Teresa placing his cock at the edge of her tight asshole. She bent forward, and told him to be easy till she loosened up. The expression on her face was nothing short of amazing. She had done DP with a toy and me, but never two dicks at the same time. Scott lay there, waiting for Bill to penetrate her ass so they could fuck her together. Bill spit in his hand, rubbed the saliva on the opening to her ass. I stared in amazement and an excitement as the head of his cock slowly penetrated my wife's ass. Teresa began to slowly accept the cock as he continued to slide in easily. The moans told us all that she had accepted the cocks and was ready to continue fucking. While Scott and Bill began to fuck my wife again, I told jeff he could do whatever he wanted to her, but to be easy and make it memorable. He agreed and sat down awaiting his turn to penetrate my wife's body. Within seconds, you could hear the juices from my wife's pussy and ass start to slosh within her. Her moans and grunts from being fucked began to rise in a feverish pitch as she told them to fuck her harder. Teresa cried out that she had never been so filled. She looked at me and cried out thank you, thank you, thank you over and over again. I told her it was my pleasure and she smiled saying it was hers right now. Teresa pulled away from the both of them, turned over and mounted Scott reverse cowgirl style and pulled his 8 inch cock to the edge of her asshole. Teresa had a slight look of pain as she slowly sat on the cock, letting it slowly stretch her asshole a little more. After taking his cock from my wife's ass, Bill stood and placed his cock at the edge of my wife's mouth. She slowly opened it and began to swallow the cock feverishly once again. He lowered himself, pushed her back and entered her pussy from atop. Teresa began to moan in pleasure and started to cum again and again. I reached over and asked her how she was going to be able to take Jiffs huge cock and she smiled with an evil grin and told me to watch. She stopped Scott and Bill once again, pulled Scott's 8 inch cock from her ass, wiped it off with a towel, and placed into her pussy. She told them that she needed their help to stretch her pussy so she could fuck Jeff next. As she accepted Scotts cock fully, she reached for Bills and placed it at the edge of her pussy as well. She smiled and asked if I was watching? She slowly, and eagerly pulled Bill into her pussy where both Scott and Bills cock filled her completely. She was now being Double Penetrated from two cocks in one hole. I had never in a million years expected my wife to do what she did. Bill and Scott smiled and began to pound my wife's pussy harder and harder till she began to squirt her juiced all over them and the bed. Bill pulled out of her pussy and stood above my wife's mouth. She opened her mouth as he shot his hot load into it, stroking his cock and dipping the head of his dick into her mouth. She swallowed every drop. Bill, moved to the side as you could hear that Scott was fixing to explode as well. Teresa climbed off the top of Scott and he rolled over to the top of her. He jerked his dick and squirted his cum all over my wife's tits and face. The amount of cum that came from him was amazing and she was totally covered in cum. I looked at my wife and asked if she was ok? She replied yes and asked for a drink. I brought her some water; she drank it down and asked for her wine. I topped off her glass as she cleaned the cum off of her face and tits. She drank down the wine and looked to Jeff and asked if he was still wanting some. Jeff smiled, moved over to her on the bed, pulled her to the edge, laid her down on her back, with her head hanging over. He placed the head of is flaccid cock at the edge of her mouth and slowly parted her lips. Teresa reached up with both hands, and began to stroke his cock. He reached, and restrained both her hands out and away where she could not touch him. He slowly began to dip his ever growing cock into my wife's mouth and down her throat. As his cock grew larger, you could see that she began to gag more and more as he forced his cock down my wife's throat. He would pull out long enough to allow her to breathe and keep her from vomiting everywhere. When she would start to say anything, he jammed his cock into her mouth again. Minutes later, he could no longer force the 11 inch cock inside my wife's throat as she could barely take it into her mouth. He turned her around, bringing the lower half of the body to the edge of the bed. He placed his cock at the edge of her red and swollen pussy and started to slowly enter her pussy. Teresa grabbed a pillow pulling it over her face to hide the pain and to bite into it. Ever so gently, Jeff continued to slide his cock into the tight but accepting hole. I stood behind Jeff to see the damage his cock was doing to my wife's cunt and could not believe that she could accept such a large tool. After a few minutes, he still only had the head of his cock inside her tight pussy. Teresa slowly began to accept it more and more and reached up to slowly pull him deeper into her. Looking closely, you could see a small trickle of pink, where it looked as if he might have torn her. I asked if she was ok and she told me she was fine, a little sore, but wanted to fuck Jeff. I sat back and continued to watch. Teresa reached down, and began to rub her clit until it was swollen and she was ready to cum. As she began to have her umpteenth orgasm of the evening and began to arch her back, Jeff Slammed his 11 inch cock deep into my wife's love canal. The pain and pleasure he caused brought her to an orgasm instantly gushing juices all over the place. He held her hips so she could not pull away and began to pound his cock deep into my wife's pussy. Her screams of pleasure and pain were mixed as he continued to pound my wife harder and harder. The actions of her body and creams to fuck her harder and harder told us all that she told us all what we wanted to hear. Her pussy continued to squirt juices and pour from her torn up pussy. He pushed Teresa up further onto the bed, lifter her legs and squatted over her pussy. He placed the edge of that huge cock at my wife's pussy lowering it deeper than it had been before. Her legs stiffened, and hands grabbed at his wrists to stop the pounding but he had already entered her deeply. A few minutes later, Teresa had loosened up to the point that there was no more pain and nothing but pleasure. As he pounded and pounded her screams got louder to the point I thought someone might call the cops. I told her she needed to be a little quieter and she told me to give her something to keep her quiet. I slid up beside her, kissed her lips, and then slid my cock into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep concentration on my dick as Jeff pounded her pussy into oblivion. As she began to cum again and again, I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth and throat. She pushed us both away, told Jeff to lie down, and then straddled his huge cock and I watched it disappear once again into her swollen pussy. She leaned towards me whispered "fuck my ass". I stood behind and above Teresa, placing my cock at the edge of her asshole and entered with no problems whatsoever. I began to pound and pound and pound and tried to keep rhythm with jeff as he long stroked my wife's pussy from beneath. This was a dream come true for me, as I always wanted to see my wife get gangbanged and I knew I would not last much longer. Her cries to fuck her ass ad pussy harder and harder caused me to loose control. I pulled out just in time, to lift her up, open her mouth and shoot my unbelievably large load down her throat. I cam so much that it began to drip out of her mouth and onto her chest, almost hitting jeff in the face. "Teresa" after the Dinner Party I slowly slid to the side and sat on the edge of the bed patiently waiting to for jeff to fill my wife's hot pussy with his load. To my surprise, my wife, reached down, pulled that cock from her swollen sore pussy and place it at the edge of her asshole. She smiled, and slowly slid down the pole accepting the whole 11 inches. NEVER, EVER did I expect that. She rode Jeff's cock till she exploded in an orgasm that soaked his abdomen and rolled off of him onto the bed. Jeff rolled Teresa over, got her doggy style and began to fuck her ass like I never knew she could do. As he pounded and pounded away at her ass, she gripped the pillow and squeezed as hard as she could. As we all watched Jeff tear my wife's ass to pieces. I knew she would never be the same again. I was surprised at what all had taken place and was happy just the same. I watched in amazement saw my wife's pussy lips pulsate as she came again and again. In the last seconds of her orgasm, Jeff pulled his cock from her ass, stuck it in her pussy and pumped harder then ever before. I could tell he was close to cumming as his eyes began to roll in his head. She yelled for him to give it to her, give it to her good and it put him over the edge. He shot his huge load into her hot cunt. As he slammed it home, you could hear the mixture of juiced from them both slosh around inside her. Jeff fell exhausted to her side. Teresa kept her ass high in the air. She reached into her pussy with three fingers opening the hole more and more to allow all of Jeff's cum to pour out of her. The amount of cum that came from Teresa was awesome. You could have filled up a jar of baby food with the amount of his load. Teresa arose slowly, grabby the towel and walked slowly and sorely to the Bathroom. When she returned, she had on a pair of panties and a tank top. She gave me a hug and a kiss and told me this was the best night of her life when it came to sex. She never knew that it could be this good. I asked if she was ok and she said yes, but she was going to be useless for a few more days. I smiled and told her I understood. Jeff, Bill and Scott got dressed and Gave her a hug and kiss telling her it was awesome and asked if they could visit if they were ever back down this way. She looked at me, smiled and told them they could visit anytime. They al left, and Teresa and I retired to the bed. We lay on the bed, and asked if I really enjoyed the night. I moved her hand down my pants to show her how I felt. The next morning, as we were leaving the room, Her co-worker named Steve walked out of the room next to us. He looked at us, smiled and asked if she enjoyed her evening. She asked why and he stated that he and his wife heard it all and it actually excited them so much that his wife got turned He told us later that week, that they could peek around the balcony and se into the room since the blinds were wide open. Teresa blushed and covered her face in embarrassment. Steve told her not to be ashamed, and asked if we could all go out to dinner. I told him yes as his door opened again. Steve introduced us to his wife named Jen. She smiled, shook our hands and we walked to the elevator together to head home. While in the elevator, Jen thanked my wife. When she asked what for, Jen said she watched it all last night on the balcony while her husband fucked her from behind. She said it rekindled the flame she thought they had lost. We exchanged number said goodbye and went our own ways. A few days later, we received a phone call from Jeff. His wife and him were coming into town, and asked if we could do dinner. I told him of course and we looked forward to seeing him and meeting his wife. I told him that we are going to invite Steve and Jen and he asked if they were anything like me and my wife. I told him that we will find out before he gets here. lol Teresa and her Three Sons Hiya – my name is Teresa. I'm 48 years old. I'm a widow. Jack, my husband, was hit by a truck while helping a damsel in distress whose car had suffered a puncture. I have 3 sons – Jack Jnr is 25, Dan is 23 and my baby, Lee, is 20. Although they each still have their bedrooms they have effectively left home. Jack Jnr works down south for a publishing company while my other 2 boys are at university – Dan in his masters year and Lee in his second year. Both are studying English Literature. As the boys grew up and needed us less, Jack and I developed an adventurous sex life. Adventurous? Perhaps bizarre or even perverted was more accurate. Certainly some of the other couples we played with were very perverted. My 3 boys came home for the last weekend in April. It would have been our wedding anniversary and they must have felt I needed their support. After a late evening meal on Friday we sat in the lounge enjoying a relaxing drink. "Boys, I no longer mourn your Dad's passing but I miss him emotionally and physically. Your love for me fills the emotional gap and maybe you can fill the physical one as well." As I spoke I rose and walked over to Jack Jnr. I bent down and kissed him full on the lips using my tongue for added intimacy. He'd get a good look at my boobs down the front of my blouse and the other 2 would see I was wearing stockings. I moved over to Dan, did the same and allowed myself to rub his crotch and the same with Lee. I then headed to the kitchen to wash some of the dishes. A babel of voices drifted from the lounge. Within a minute I was aware of someone behind me. It was Dan. His arms went round my waist and he began nibbling my neck. "Mum, this is a dream come true. When I was younger I would wank off imagining I was playing with your tits." He undid my blouse and pulled them out of my bra. "Awesome!!" It was awesome for me as well. I had survived months without a man: relying on sex toys and porn. My nipples were hardening and Dan took advantage squeezing and pulling them. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Fuck me, son." He didn't need a second invitation. He pulled up my skirt, unzipped his trousers and slid his manhood between my legs. He rubbed himself against my cunt through the lacy fabric of my knickers. In no time I was soaking wet. "Take me." My nickers were pulled aside and my son's cock slid into my wet pussy. I bent forward over the sink to feel him thrust deeper and deeper. I was certain my other 2 boys would hear but I didn't care. I gasped as my son drove his cock into me. I stretched by arms behind and pulled him as close as possible. My boobs dangled free as we fucked. It was heaven and I was ready to come. "Fill me." I pushed even harder against his thrusts and felt his hot spunk gush deep inside me. I tingled all over. My muscles seemed to spasm throughout my body. My legs almost gave way as the ecstasy raced through me. "Oh fuck fuck fuck. Just delicious." He held me tight as my cunt squeezed the last of the juices from his cock. "Thanks Mum. I hope that's the first of many." Dan withdrew from me, kissed my neck and left the kitchen. I took a couple of minutes to allow the ecstasy to subside as my son's jism seeped from my freshly fucked hole. Time to tidy myself. I pulled my blouse over my boobs and slid my skirt back down and headed for my bedroom. "Dan always was a randy beggar." It was Jack Jnr sitting propped on my bed and on the bedroom chair my other son, Lee. Both only wore boxers. "Mum, you and Dad always tried to be discrete but we knew what you were up to. You had lots of evenings with the parents' of our friends. We all knew our Mum's were anal loving sluts. Other guys were jealous that their Mum's weren't involved. We also knew about the all-night session with Roxy and Aletta after my graduation prom. They showed me a few things when I fucked them the next night." As Lee spoke my hand wandered back into my blouse to play with my rock hard nipples. My boobs still stuck proudly out of my bra. Time for more action. I unfastened my skirt and slipped off my top. "Fuck Mum! What a gorgeous MILF you are. Come and see what we've got for you." As I crawled onto my bed, Jack Jnr pulled his impressive erection into view. Seconds later it slid down my throat as my fingers played with his balls. It didn't take Lee long to move behind me, pull down my stained knickers and begin rubbing my pussy. I felt disgustingly excited. "Oh well, sloppy seconds," as Lee slid his cock into me. He felt good. Nice and hard and pretty big. He pushed himself deep into me. I sucked harder on Jack Jnr's cock as my youngest son screwed me. "Time for a change," I suggested and rolled onto my back. Jack's manhood replaced his brother's in my cunt with Lee kneeling by my head offering his erection to me. What a delightful taste. A mixture of my own cunt juices and Dan's cum. Lovely! I was loving this fuckfest but wanted even more. "Jack, there's a bottle of lub in the bedside cabinet. Be a pet and use it on my butthole." Seconds later I could feel the cool sticky gel being smeared over my butt. He began rubbing his fingers round my hole then slid a single finger inside. I'd not had an anal fuck for some time and gasped. A second, then a third finger stretched my ass. Lee withdrew his cock from my mouth and said, "Mum, let me help Jack." My sons had described me as an anal slut now they were treating me as one. I turned back on to my knees and thrust my willing ass in front of them. As my ass was teased open I could feel even more lub being squirted inside. I couldn't be sure but it felt as though I had 4 fingers pushed inside. My boys were fingering fucking my ass. But not for long – a cock replaced the fingers – it was Jack Jnr. "Lee, come here and let me suck you again." I could feel Jack's balls slap against me as he rode my ass and I was playing with Lee's as he fucked my face. Absolute heaven!! I'd tasted one son's juice and now wanted another. "Come in my mouth son. Fill my throat with your cum." "On you go Lee – I'm gonna fill Mum's arse with as much cum as I can." The 2 boys rode me like a seesaw as my boobs swung back and forth below me. Then it happened. Lee's cock twitched and exploded his cum down my throat just as Jack filled my colon with his jism. I lost control as I was filled at both ends of my body. I came so hard as I rubbed my clit while taking the last drops from both cocks. I swallowed the salty spunk from Lee and let my body drop onto my bed as Jack's manhood slid from my gaping butt. My 2 boys high fived. "What a great fuck." "Better than Tony's Mum." "Better tits as well." "Good night Mum, see you in the morning." They both kissed my forehead, my lips and my boobs and left me in my state of lustful satisfaction. Teresa That actually sounded better than going out. "You're ordering?" "No hon, I'm making my own." We have pizza and wine, and talk. It's a very soothing moment indeed. Teresa tells me about her modeling and dancing days. "I was the best dancer, and I was chosen to student teach when my teacher was on hiatus. So I taught these girls to dance. One of them I will never forget. Her name was Beth. She was one of the best dancers out of them all. I later found out why." "Maybe it was just a natural talent?" "No," Teresa answers dryly, "Her Mother was abusive, and made her dance long hours because she wanted her to be the best. Beth didn't desire to be a dancer, but because her Mother used to be one, she was forced into it. So of course when she first started as a youth, she was terrible. That's what she told me. The more she danced, the better she became." "Wow." "I admired Beth, and grew really close to her. It was strange, that a twenty one year old woman would befriend a sixteen year old girl. But Beth was very mature for her age." "You hung out and stuff?" "Yeah," She smiles and stares at her wine glass, pondering the past moment. "She was fun. We talked for long hours, and she visited me when I lived in the city." "That sounds good, what did she look like?" "Like you, with lighter hair." "Oh," I imagine my hue is a little rosy at this point. "Whatever happeend to Beth?" Teresa stops smiling, "It's a long story I don't want to get into. The last I heard from Beth was twenty years ago. She was diagnosed with breast cancer at such a young age. I took her in my house and took care of her. She died eight months after she moved in." "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." "It's okay, she died peacefully though. In her sleep." I don't say anything because at this point, I don't know what to say. I'm not a huggy type of person, but Teresa starts crying, and welcomes my embrace. It hurts to see her cry like this. She lost her best friend many years ago, and I can honestly relate to her pain. We embrace for what seems like hours. At this point with her embracing me, I forget about all of the troubles in my world. Mom. The divorce. Larry. Being molested. Everything. It's a wonderful euphoric feeling, but it deepens when Teresa kisses the curve of my neck softly. I don't mind it. It feels good. It reminds me of the time Mom kissed my hand years ago, when I touched the hot stove. Only this felt different, and even strange in a good way. She works her way up to my neck, kisses my ear, my forehead, my nose, my other ear, before meeting my lips. I'm responsive. My heart is beating at a fast pace, because I'm excited. But Teresa takes her time, and does not rush anything. She takes my hands and put them on her back. I can feel her bra strap under the soft cashmere sweater she is wearing. Teresa puts her tongue in my mouth, and we deep kiss. She tastes very good. I open my legs a little wider, and she slowly but gently, rests her hand on my grail. - "You don't have to be shy," She whispers. She slowly takes my hand away from my vagina, and her naked body approaches mine, and we kiss. I put my arms around her neck, and she moves toward me as if she is walking, and I back up against the wall. I am against the wall, and she is in front of me. Our kisses are more hungry now, and we kiss like it is the last time we will ever kiss. Teresa moves against me. Her vagina brushes against mine. I let out a deep sigh, and frown. It feels so good. I can even feel this rush of euphoria in my stomach, and down my legs to my toes. "Come," She takes my hand and leads me to her bed, which is queen sized. We both sit down, and she suckles my breasts. Uusually when I have sex with guys, they don't do that, because I'm very small. I'm only an A cup. Teresa didn't seem to mind the size, as she later catered to my other breast and nipple. "Ummm," She moans. I rest my hands on her back, and notice how soft her skin is. How good she smells. I massage the breast that she already sucked on. It's wet, even under it, and my nipples are hard. I lightly pinch it, and my pussy responds as if to say, "thanks for that." When Teresa is done, we kiss again. I return her the favor of catering to her breasts. Her breasts are bigger than mine. She has to be a C cup. For her to be an older woman, her breasts are still in great shape, as is the rest of her entire body. Her breasts don't sag or anything. She caresses my hair while I take care of her boobs. I lick around the nipple, before putting it into my mouth. I'm such an amateur at this, but I learned from watching her to me. "Bite it just a little," She says. So I do. I cup her breast, and her hands wander down my back. My long, brown hair is draped down. "Let me eat your pussy hon," She says. I stop what I'm doing and notice her nipples as I lie down on the bed. They're hard. She slowly opens my legs, and kisses me from the middle of my breasts, working her way down to my pussy. At first, she licks the sides, before working her way to my clit. "Augh," I say with pleasure. It feels great. All of the guys that I have been with could never amount to what Teresa was doing to me. It felt too good to be true. When I felt like I had to release, I tensed my body up and squeezed my toes. "Don't hold back," Teresa said, as she was grinding on top of me, "I'm going to come too. Let go." I put my hands on her back as she kissed my cheeks. We were breasts against breasts, stomach over stomach, and pussy over pussy. She makes love, and is careful with my body. My body is treated like it is made of glass, like she is fearful I would break into a million pieces. Tears flowed gently out of my eyes, because the feeling was too good to be true. As I climaxed, I did as Teresa told me to do, and let go. I screamed as she gave me multiple kisses on my face and lips. - We were sweating, and lay side by side. I was trying to control my breathing, but barely couldn't. "You okay?" Teresa asks. "Yeah, you?" "Terrific. I hadn't done that in a long time." "Did you do what you did to me, to Beth?" I ask nervously. It's weird asking her that for some reason. She smiles and chuckles, "Yes, and she was truely beautiful and amazing. Just like you." I smile, "You really mean that?" "I wouldn't say it if I didn't." "Did her age bother you at that time?" Teresa plays with my necklace, "Well, it did. I knew she was a minor, and I respected that. When she turned eighteen we made love the first time." "...where do we go from here?" "Where do you want it to go?" I smile, "It depends what this leads up to. You're the most beautiful, amazing woman I've ever met Teresa. You're like the mom I never had and the girlfriend I never had." She kisses me on my cheek, "Charming." We kiss, and the door opens. It's Teresa's daughter, Tonja. Her mouth is wide open, and she immediately shuts the door. "Oh my god," I say embarrassingly as I put the covers over me. "It's okay," She says putting on her robe, "I'll be right back." Teresa leaves the room and goes downstairs. I hear them quietly talking. I decide to go to the basement, so I put my clothes on and hopefully I don't have to pass them, as that would make me ashamed. They are in the living room, but the french doors are shut, so I go to the basement. I sit on my bed, not knowing what to think, before I hear the door open. Teresa comes downstairs. "Hi, my daughter came into the room to return something I let her borrow earlier." "I'm so sorry," My head is down. "Oh honey," She walks toward me and sits on the bed, "There's nothing to be sorry about. Listen, we're both adults. What we did, we did together. This isn't the first time my daughter has seen me having sex-" "With another girl?" I ask. Teresa pauses, then answers, "Well, when she was younger, yes." "Did she question you?" "Of course she did, she asked me if I liked girls." "What did you say?" "I told her yes, I admitted it." "Did it...mess her up or anything?" "No. She still looked at me as 'mommy' and went on about her life. One thing I forgot to tell her is that, she couldn't tell her father." "She told him?" "Yeah. He drove over to the house, called me all types of names and told me I was exploiting the children to my wild antics. He threatened to take me to court and take on full custody, which he did. I only saw my kids on the weekends. The house became very lonely without them. Less than a year later, he later awarded me full custody when he couldn't take care of my son, who was always sick as a child." "You're a strong woman Teresa." I put my hand in hers, and she gently squeezes it. END ***** Part 2 up and coming. Suggestions would be appreciated. What do you think would happen in Part 2? Let's talk!