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What Will I Do?

By: mikoli5763



Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I had trouble believing my beautiful wife of three years was sucking on another man's cock in our living room. I was watching them on the screen of my laptop while sitting in a hotel room 300 miles away and my first thought was to burn the cheating bitch down, but thinking about not being with her brought suicidal thoughts. While I watched, the unknown man shot his load down my wife's throat, making me even angrier than when I saw him enter with her. I closed the laptop and sat on the bed, crying one minute and raging the next.

I met Amy Winchester her senior year and my first year of graduate school at The University of Tennessee when I was twenty and she twenty one. I was working on a master's degree in computer science having graduated from high school at sixteen. My parents had been killed in an automobile accident and I had to become an emancipated minor to get myself and their estates away from my greed uncle and his shrew of a wife. I paid off the mortgage on the home I now owned with the insurances on my parents and the out of court settlement from the driver who was at fault in the accident. I took apart and rebuilt my first computer at age eleven and became a computer geek after that. Amy literally knocked my 5' wiry frame down when she rounded a corner in the student union. 

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I could barely look her in the face; I was so focused on her pert breasts jiggling underneath her shirt, obviously unfettered by a bra. "Let me help you up! I'm Amy!"

"Thanks, I'm Mark." I took her hand and allowed her to pull me up. I might have been shorter than her, but my oversized cock had given me the confidence to make the first move. "How about you make it up to me by going out with me?"

"I can't," Amy looked down, seeming a bit nervous. "My boyfriend wouldn't like that." 

"Here take my number in case you change your mind or need someone to talk to!" I handed her a card with my number, one of the many I kept to give to a woman in case she hesitated to give me hers.

"This isn't a campus number." Amy frowned at me.

"No, it's my house phone. I commute to class every day." I answered her.

With that, she hurried off. I didn't expect to hear from her again so imagine my surprise when she called me two weeks later sobbing over the phone.

"Mark, my bastard boyfriend is cheating on me! I don't know what to do!" Amy managed to say between sobs.

"Dump his ass and become my girlfriend!" I said to her, trying to be smooth. "I'll never do anything like that to you!"

"I don't even know you! Amy was still sobbing, but managing to get control of her breathing. "I know I have to dump him, but why am I calling you? I need to go!" She hung up on me before I could reply.

I had her dorm room number from caller ID so I called every other day just trying to talk to her, to get to know her. After two weeks she agreed to go out with me, which led to more dates. I got into her panties on the third date. I had taken her to a restaurant near my house and offered to give her the grand tour, ending on my king sized bed. I went slow, not wanting to blow my chance at her pussy. When I had all her clothes off except her panties, I spent fifteen minutes kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples, giving her a long, slow orgasm. She gasped when I stood and removed my clothes.

"Your cock is so big!" Amy stammered. "I don't know if I can take it!"

Although I was only 5' tall, I had been blessed with a 9" long, 2" around cock and had learned how to use it at fourteen years of age with the sixteen year old next door neighbor girl and her best friend.

"Amy, please don't worry! I'll be nice and gentle to start!" 

I pulled her panties off her and began licking her wet slit with my tongue. I spent the next ten minutes licking and sucking her moist sex. When she came, I immediately got between her legs before her peak had crested. I put on a condom and I slipped four inches of my cock into her still pulsing center. I allowed her to get accustomed to my girth before pushing into her body. I again waited for her to get used to my cock in her slick hole. When she moaned and bucked her hips up, I pushed the last bit in and started to thrust slowly. After ten minutes of gentle stroking, Amy began begging me to fuck her hard. I tried to give a woman what she asked for so I began to pump my rock hard member into her hard and fast. I counted two of Amy's orgasms on my rod before my concentration was broken by the tightening of my balls. My hot seed rushed up my shaft and into the condom. Amy moaned with every pulse of my bulbous head inside her as I spurted into the condom. I remained on my forearms above her until my member had deflated. I grabbed the base of the condom and headed to the bathroom. After cleaning up my cock, I re-joined Amy in my bed. After snuggling and kissing for about thirty minutes, Amy gave me an excellent blow job. I reciprocated by using my fingers and mouth on her pussy. Amy agreed to stay the night and I fucked her again the next morning before taking her back to her dorm. I was disappointed when she said she had other plans for that evening. I know I shouldn't have, but I sat outside her dorm close to the time she said she was going out. It looked like she was on a date, and from the way the guy was acting, it looked like he was looking forward to having his way with her. I figured she was dating this other guy and decided to move on and date other girls.

After not speaking to her all week, Amy called me on Friday.

"Mark, let's go out tonight."

"No Amy, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I saw you last Saturday with your date. You dumped your previous boyfriend for dating other girls, but its okay for you to be dating two guys at the same time? I don't share so I'll be looking for a girl that wants to be with only me."

"I can be that girl, Mark. I and that other guy are history. He thought one date entitled him to getting into my pants. Please Mark; I won't date anyone else if you give me another chance."

I had already started to fall for her so we began dating each other again. We were together for a good deal of the time after that so I trusted her from then on.

After receiving my Master's in computer science, I got a good job working in the IT department of a company in Knoxville. Amy agreed to marry me and we married in September. My new job came with many perks, but required that I travel four or five times per year. Amy didn't like me being gone that much, but the promotion I was promised after a few years was sweet enough to persuade us both.

Being a computer geek and living alone at fifteen in a neighborhood that had had some break-ins, I had wired my entire house except the guest room with Wi-Fi cameras long before I met Amy. I had a computer tower in a special room in my basement to store the images from the cameras digitally so I could access the data from anywhere in the world. After seeing Amy and her mystery man, I made plans to install cameras in the guest room as soon as I got home. I acted normally when I returned from my trip and Amy surprised me by deep-throating my erection for the first time the next night. I asked her how she had managed to do that and she said she had been practicing on bigger and bigger dill pickles.

I still loved Amy and was conflicted as to what to do. I installed the cameras, though I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I wanted to see how far her betrayal had gone. I imagined her fucking guys in the guest room while I was away, which made me alternate between angry and depressed.

On my next out of town trip, I watched as Amy again deep throated another man in our living room, letting him spill his seed down her throat before taking him upstairs to the guest room. The moment I was waiting for came and I watched them strip off their clothes and begin kissing and caressing each other on the bed. The guy went down on her, giving her at least one orgasm. He then tried to get on top of her, his engorged cock in his hand, but she kicked him in the chest while shaking her head no. He lay down next to her and she gave him another blowjob. Amy's mouth and jaw had to be tired after the thirty minutes it took her to get him off again. She turned the bedside lamp off and after the camera had auto adjusted for the low light condition I watched her go to sleep with her head on his chest. He eventually went to sleep beside her. I watched them together until I dozed off. The second night of my trip was a repeat of the first; she brought a guy home and blew him in the living room before retiring to the guest room. He seemed determined to fuck her and got a little violent, but Amy pulled my .38 derringer out of the nightstand and stuck it in his face when he got too close. The guy hurriedly dressed and left. Amy cried herself to sleep in the guest bed.

I decided to confront Amy as soon as I got home, though I wasn't sure what to do. I loved her, but my heart ached from her betrayal. I thought about throwing her out of my house, divorcing her, but the pain of not having her in my life was at least as great, if not greater, than the pain of what she had done to me. When I got home, I printed out five pictures of Amy with the three guys and went back to the first floor to wait for her to get home from work. 

"Oh Mark, I'm so glad you're home! I missed you!" Amy exclaimed as she walked in the door. I stopped her before she could get close enough to touch me.

"We need to talk. Amy!" She had started to pout, which usually made my dick hard, but I was determined to stay angry that time. "When did you decide we had an open marriage?" I gritted my teeth as confusion fell over her face.

"What in the hell are you talking about Mark?" Amy stared at me. "I didn't decide we had an open marriage!"

"Then you're plain cheating on me!" I yelled at her as I pushed the first picture under her nose. 

Amy gasped as she saw her own face with her lips around a cock that wasn't mine. "Where did you get that?"

I could feel my temper rising as I explained it all to her, the cameras I had installed, how I'd watched her deep throating strangers in the living room, how I'd watched her in the guest bedroom with her visitors.

"I told you I don't like to share. I love you, but I'm divorcing your cheating ass!" I kept my voice level, though inside I was screaming. I spread the rest of the pictures out in front of Amy's crying face and stomped off to the kitchen for a beer. 

"Mark. Honey, it's not what you think." Amy whimpered when she made her way to the kitchen. "I love you and only you. I sleep so badly on your trips away that I can barely function the next day at work. I brought those guys home so I could have a warm body to sleep with. I had to promise them something to get them to come home with me. None of them have fucked me. I swear. Please Mark, I love you and don't want a divorce!"

"So a blowjob isn't really sex? Doesn't count, right?" I was still angry with her, even though I could kind of understand her point. "So you're going to be okay with me picking up a warm body to sleep with when I'm away from home? You'll be fine with me eating some random woman's pussy?"

Amy stood in front of me with a stunned look on her face. She hadn't thought about the shoe being on the other foot. It took her a couple of moments before she could answer me.

"I understand why you're upset, it would kill me if I found out you took another woman to bed." Amy was pleading now, her dark eyes wet with tears. "Please forgive me, nothing like this'll ever happen again, I swear!"

I sat at the kitchen table pondering the same dilemma as I had before.

"Amy, I'm going to give you another chance. If the company holds to their word, I'll only have to make five more trips out of town, and you'll come with me on the next one. You bring another man into my house and it's over."

"Thank you, Mark! I won't let you down again, I promise!" Amy rushed to me, hugging and kissing me before I led her to the living room.

I pushed her down to her knees and she went to work freeing my hardening cock from my pants. When it was free, she put it in her mouth and gave me the best blowjob she had ever given me. When I had spurted my last bit of jizz down her throat, I lifted her up and hustled her upstairs to our bed. I ate her to an orgasm before sliding my dick into her sopping wet hole. Even after three years, she was still too tight for me to slam my hardness home like I dreamed of. I gave her two more orgasms with my cock before I filled her with my seed. I got hard again about forty minutes later and she rode me cowgirl through another two orgasms before I pushed her down on all fours and spurted into her body one more time. We went to sleep in each other's arms.

Amy did accompany me on my next trip and the company picked up the extra cost for two people in the room. We had excellent sex the three nights we were away. We kept the room an extra night and went sight-seeing after my work was finished. We had a wonderful time and I began to relax. As far as I could tell, Amy kept her word on my other out of town trips, arriving home at the correct time from work and not going out.

I had one more out of town trip alone and watched on my laptop as Amy didn't come home the second night, and was so devastated, I could barely sleep. When my eyes finally closed, I was awakened by the bedside phone.

"Hello?" I said into the phone in a daze.

"Is this Mark Patterson?" The voice sounded authoritative.

"Yes. What's going on?" I asked fully awake.

"I'm Sargent Bradley with the Tennessee Highway Patrol and there's been an accident. It's your wife."

"What happened? Where's Amy?' 

"She was rear ended at the stoplight at the corner of Kingston Pike and Northshore Drive and knocked into crossing traffic. Another car caught her bumper and spun her into a power pole at the edge of the road. They had to cut her out of the car. Is there anyone else I can call for you? I can get the hospital's number if you want to talk to them directly."

After a long few minutes of shouting on the phone, I managed to get the ER doctor and convince him I was Amy's husband. Her condition was severe with trauma to her brain, a fractured skull, broken ribs, and a broken arm. She was expected to live, but due to the swelling in her brain, the doctor couldn't guarantee that she'd be her previous self ever again. I called my company and explained and it had me back in the ICU with Amy within a few hours.

I sat with her for two days before the nurses ran me out and told me to go home and get some rest. I spoke with one of Amy's friends who had taken her out that night and to assuage my jealous fears, she explained to me everything that happened that night.

The girls had convinced Amy to go out with them, but she didn't drink or dance with any men. She danced with her girlfriends and was headed home alone when the accident occurred.

For the next twelve days I went to work, calling several times a day until the nurses told me to stop. After work, I went and sat with Amy until the nurses ran me out when visiting hours were over.

Amy came out of her coma on the thirteenth day and I immediately went to see her. She couldn't speak and could barely eat. Amy had to go to a rehab facility for six months and could walk and talk again. She has a limp and doesn't have full use of her left arm. Her short-term memory was affected and her mental capacity is less than it was before, so much so, that she'll never be able to return to her career again. 

We struggled in the beginning with our sex life, but eventually got it to a level we are both comfortable with. It would never be the same as before, but I still loved her with all my heart and decided to be a man and live with the situation. We were able to collect a large out of court settlement and with some shrewd investing on my part, have a steady income that allows me to stay home and care for Amy.

I know some of you think I should have kicked her out, but I couldn't do it. The pain from just thinking about a life without her was greater than the pain her actions caused. I have remained faithful to her even with the temptations, surprisingly from her supposed girlfriends. I plan to remain faithful as long as we are both alive. I'm looking forward to what the future will bring.

What Will I Do Without You?



Emily Grant had lived in the same house most of her life, and while the little bungalow had seemed too small when her husband had been there to share it, now it seemed too large for just the widow.

At 67 Emily now had time on her hands, and more and more she found her thoughts going to places that she had left alone for a long time. Dark and naughty places, so when the neighbor boy had told her recently he would be going off to college soon, Emily thought that might be for the best.

Jimmy was the sweetest thing, a wonderful boy who had been a godsend to her over the years over the years, always offering to run errands and do odd jobs like mowing the lawn. While the boy's mother might have instigated those things at first, Emily knew that Jimmy did them on his own now.

It was hard to believe that Jimmy was now 18 because he was still a little fellow in many ways, only being about a half foot taller than Emily's barely 5' height, and he didn't outweigh her by all that much either. Jimmy was becoming a man though, and when she thought about the boy that way Emily felt dirty.

It didn't stop her from thinking about the lad that way though, and one day when June was turning to July Emily let her dark side take over.

***

"On the counter would be wonderful Jimmy," Emily told her neighbor as he carried the bag of groceries into her kitchen, clutching the top of her robe together while a shiver went through her body at what was going through her mind and the twisted scenario she had concocted.

"I can put these away for you if you would like Mrs. Grant," Jimmy offered.

"Oh you don't have to do that. I'm so grateful that you went to pick these goods up, but since you seem to know where things go better than I do..."

"No problem," Jimmy replied with a smile, and as Emily walked over to the sink her eyes went over the little fellow, cursing herself for what she was thinking. 

"You're so sweet. Some girl is going to get herself one fine husband someday," Emily told him, enjoying the blushing on Jimmy's dimpled face. "I wish I was 50 years younger myself."

Jimmy was wearing a baggy tank-top with a character from some video game on it along with blue shorts that he swam in, and as the lad reached to put up some cans of soup Emily was enjoying the faint ripple of muscles in his skinny arms.

"What am I going to do without you around?" Emily said. "You're like the grandson I never had."

"I'll be back around during breaks and stuff," Jimmy said.

"Jimmy going off to college," Emily proclaimed. "I remember when you were knee-high to me and now you're all grown-up and a man."

"Not grown up all that much," Jimmy lamented, the fact that he had never gotten very tall always on his mind.

"Nonsense," Emily said as she patted his bare shoulder, and as he put a box of pasta on the top shelf her eyes went under his upraised arm to the wisp of fur that was exposed. "Look at you, you've even got hair under your arms now."

Jimmy almost dropped the pasta as his face turned red, the cheeks that likely had never felt a razor now beet red at the mention of his practically non-existent body hair.

"A little hair on your legs too I see," Emily noted regarding the down on the insides of his calves, adding, "Just enough. My Warren rest his soul - he was so hairy all over - and I loved him dearly but it was like hugging a bear."

"My friend Eddie, he's like that," Jimmy responded. "He's even got hair on his chest and he kids me because I don't."

"Well I wouldn't worry about that," Emily said before changing the subject. "That young lady Priscilla? She doesn't care about that I reckon. I haven't seen her lately. Are you two still..."

Jimmy shook his head sadly and Emily felt bad at his reaction, leaning over and putting her arm around his shoulder, the feel of his warm bare skin making her heart flutter.

"I'm sorry. You'll do better anyway. Once the girls at college get a peek at you, watch out!" Emily suggested, and when she saw Jimmy's eyes going to the top of her open robe she was tempted to pull the robe together but didn't, surprised once again that he would find the sight of her sadly hanging teats in the nightgown under the robe worth looking at.

"Maybe," Jimmy responded, and as Emily gave his shoulders a squeeze she recalled that this was far from the first time she had caught him looking at her like this. "Well, that's it for the groceries."

"I know we're going to start our usual battle," Emily said as she grabbed the two crumpled bills from her robe pocket and tried to press them into the boy's palm, and after he resisted she got upset. "Use the money for books."

"I'm okay," Jimmy said as he made her take the money back, and as the two faced each other his eyes went back to the open robe and to the very worn and now off-white nightie.

"What can I give you?" Emily asked. "I want to thank you."

Jimmy shook his head but kept looking, and while he had often peeked this was more like a stare. While Emily had no idea why a young man like Jimmy would want to look at a woman whose small breasts hung almost to her waist, she didn't care.

"Tell me honey," Emily said and then repeated the words as a plea. "Tell me what you want."

"I dunno," Jimmy said, drops of sweat beading on his forehead under his shaggy light brown hair.

"Tell me honey please," Emily said as her nipples stiffened under the thin silk, wishing that instead of the banana boobs her breasts were perky once again. "You can tell me anything."

"Can't..."

"Yes you can," Emily responded, and although she had fantasized about this moment many times recently and had even practiced the move once before Jimmy got here, the senior was surprised when she actually did it.

Emily shrugged her shoulders, and after a second effort the robe dropped off and onto the linoleum, leaving her trembling and feeling naked despite the tattered nightie still being on.

"You should have seen me back in the day," Emily apologized, but Jimmy shook his head.

"I look at you - a lot."

"I know honey. I don't care," Emily assured him. "I like you looking at me even if I don't know why."

"Sometimes at night when your living room light goes out I sneak out and go out back and look through your bedroom window when the curtains are open," Jimmy said in a quivering voice, and when he saw his neighbor's shock at that revelation he added, "I know it's wrong and I feel dirty afterward but I can't help it. I can't really see good from out there but I do it anyway. Please don't hate me for this."

"I don't know what to say honey," Emily finally managed to get out. "One thing I would never do would be hate you. I adore you and you're very brave for telling me this, even though I don't understand."

"I've always loved you for as long as I remember," Jimmy confessed. "You're like a little doll, so tiny and perfect, and I cringe about the things that go through my mind when I think of you."

"That's okay Jimmy," Emily said as she took a step closer and took the lad's trembling hands. "I think things about you too."

"You do?"

"Yes, although I feel like a predator because you're so young," Emily said. "I keep telling myself that you're 18 now, but then I would say that I was being silly because you're so young. Why would a cute fellow like Jimmy be interested in someone like me?"

"In bed at night sometimes I pretend the pillow is you, and I kiss it and hug it and imagine that..."

"Here," Emily said while bring Jimmy's hands up and onto her breasts, clamping them to her doughy cones and squeezing them tight. "Can't compete with your Priscilla I'm afraid."

"You're perfect," Jimmy said as he kneaded the very soft flesh, the memory of his chunky ex-girlfriend's breasts way in his rear-view.

mirror.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom with me?" Emily asked, her plump nipples throbbing from the touch of a man through the fabric.

"I don't know how to..." Jimmy replied.

"Sure you do," Emily said, trying to relieve the tension. "It's right down the hall."

"I mean..."

"I know what you mean. If it's any help I'm scared too," Emily responded as she took Jimmy's sweaty hands off her breasts and took him down the hall, to the room where only one man had been before.

***

"Been a long time since there was a man in here with me," Emily told Jimmy as she gently tugged his tan-top from under his shorts, the room having become decidedly more feminine since Warren's passing. "Upsie-daisy".

Jimmy obediently raised his arms so that Emily could lift the shirt up and over his head, and after she set the shirt aside put her hands on his pale scrawny chest, a ghostly white compared to his tanned arms and neck.

"I can feel your heartbeat," Emily told him as her fingers rested on the boy's heaving chest and lightly rubbed her hands over it. "So nice and smooth and soft your skin is."

"Do you like this honey?" Emily asked as her wrinkled fingers toyed with the tiny pink nipples, making Jimmy's upper torso quiver as much as his knees were, and when he didn't answer she asked, "You okay honey?"

"You can talk to me Jimmy," Emily advised. "Do you want us to stop now?"

"No," the lad's shaky voice replied.

"Do you like your nipples played with?" she then asked, and after he nodded and croaked out a yes, the silver haired senior leaned down and suckled lightly on the little buds, first the left and then the right.

"Oooh..." Jimmy responded as Emily kissed her way up and around his collarbone and neck before kissing him on the lips.

"Still nervous?" she asked, and after he nodded she smiled and as she let her hand slide down his stomach and onto his shorts she said, "Me too. Haven't done this in a long time."

"No," Jimmy said as he caught the old lady's wrist before her fingers found what they were looking for. "Please."

"No?" Emily asked quizzically.

"I'm... it's really small," Jimmy stuttered.

"I don't really care about that so why should you honey?"

"Priscilla - we were going to - you know - do it? The night of the dance last month?" Jimmy explained. "When she took my pants off and saw me she laughed."

"Sounds like a silly girl," Emily opined.

"She's done it with a bunch of guys so she knows."

"So have I Jimmy," Emily replied. "Not lately but in my life I have, and I can tell you it doesn't matter."

"Don't let a horrible comment by a mean girl haunt you for the rest of your life honey," Emily told Jimmy as her hand worked free of the lad's grasp, and when her fingers found what she was looking for she smiled and said, "There. Now just relax."

Emily kissed Jimmy's cheek as he twisted his eyes shut, massaging what was definitely not all that easy to hold onto through the layers of clothing until she finally let go and took hold of the elastic on his shorts to ease them down.

"Let me get these off you," Emily said as she bent down to get the shorts from around Jimmy's ankles, glancing at the modest bulge in the tight white underwear before straightening up. "Now where were we? Oh yes, I was trying to get you to relax. Not sure which of our hearts is beating faster. There, now just relax."

Softly Emily's hand massaged the pouch, trying to bring a little life down there, and after a while let her hand slip under the elastic, sliding down through the downy wisp of hair until she found his penis, which like the tautly wrinkled pouch below seemed to be trying to crawl up into his body.

"My hand cold?" Emily asked, and after Jimmy said it wasn't, finally used it to work his briefs down.

"You aren't that little honey," Emily lied as she cupped the tight scrotum, looking down at the tiny wrinkled tube resting on the back of her hand. "You're very beautiful too."

Patiently Emily's hand kneaded Jimmy's balls as best she could, and after a minute or two the hairless pouch relaxed and she was soon rolling his balls in her palm.

"That's it Jimmy," Emily sighed as she moved up to his dick, softly pulling on the circumcised organ while nibbling on his neck, and when he seemed to be responding a bit she added, "That's my boy."

Jimmy finally opened his eyes, and when he saw the senior beaming up at him he smiled back, prompting Emily to say, "Let me take this off." 

Because the nightie hung on her so because she had lost so much weight in the years since she bought it, instead of lifting it up she simply shrugged it off and stepped out of it.

"Always wished when I looked in the window at you that you would take that off," Jimmy said as he stared at the naked neighbor for the first time, and his voice was breaking when he added, "You're so gorgeous."

Emily started to tell Jimmy he was silly, that while she might not look horrible for her age, the fact was that she was still 67. Her breasts sagged and although she was slender she still had a little belly, and her legs that had once gotten whistles were now showing their mileage, but she said nothing because it was obvious that Jimmy didn't see her like that.

"Doesn't look so little now does it?" Emily winked as she moved closer while palming the lad's erect penis, and while the slender throbbing prong barely filled her hand, he was a whole lot more impressive now.

"I love you," Jimmy said, the eyes welling up as they hugged.

"Make love to me then," Emily responded as she went down to the bedding, pulling him onto her and guiding his manhood between her legs, deciding against foreplay for fear something would go wrong.

Besides, Emily reasoned, not only was Jimmy's member slender, she was so wet already that the combination would make entry no problem despite her years of abstinence, and she was right.

"OH!" Emily cried out, dramatizing for both their benefits the sensation of Jimmy's dick sliding between her plump labia and into her sex, and as her hands gripped the boy's butt and pulled him close the look in his eyes was priceless. "Yes! Yes!"

Emily didn't know how long it lasted - not much more than a minute - and while she was prepared to fake an orgasm, after Jimmy's energetic thrusting reached its peak she felt a long dormant wave rush over her, so her clawing and screaming was not an act and feeling the boy's seed spurt inside of her only made her cum harder.

"Omigod," Emily gasped after it was over, the sight of her teeth marks in the lad's collarbone making her wince, but Jimmy too bust crying and hugging her to feel anything but what seemed to be the most joyous moment of his.

"I did it! I really did it," Jimmy sobbed.

"Of course you did honey," Emily chuckled as she shared his enjoyment. "And you did it very very well too."

"Priscilla..." Jimmy started to say but Emily put her finger to his lips.

"Doesn't know beans," she finished. "Her loss was my gain."

"I want to do it again, Mrs. Grant," Jimmy announced.

"First of all, I became Emily to you a few minutes ago, now and forevermore," she informed him. "As for again, I suppose so. We can relax a few minutes and - huh?"

Emily's eyes opened wide when she felt Jimmy's manhood, spent and sticky a minute ago, was now hard again inside of her.

"My word!" Emily declared, stunned that the boy had recovered so quickly.

"Been practicing with my pillow a long time for this," Jimmy said in a voice that had lost the quiver. "Sometimes I go for hours, and that's with only a dumb pillow and picturing you in my mind."

"In that case," Emily responded as she rolled around and put Jimmy on his back, and after mounting him and putting his prong back into her told him, "Let's try this."

"Oh man!" Jimmy exclaimed as Emily braced herself by putting her hands on the headboard, a position that Warren had especially liked back in the day. "This feels even better."

"Yes," Emily hissed as the stiff dick moved in and out while he humped him, the ancient headboard creaking like it used to, and went the young man's hands cupped her dangling breasts she cooed, "Oooh - I like that too."

"Didn't imagine they would be so big!" Jimmy marveled as he squeezed the plaint flesh.

"Didn't get bigger - got lower," Emily grunted, and as Jimmy tenderly caressed her breasts he told him, "No need to be gentle. They like being played with rough."

"Like this?" Jimmy asked as his fingers dug into the giving flesh.

"Yeah - harder honey," Emily implored him, and he got progressively rougher until he was practically pulling them off her, making her cum again before he spurted his load into the senior.

"Whew!" Emily exclaimed as she rolled off of her lover, collapsing onto her back and staring at the ceiling while suddenly feeling that she was not a spring chicken any more.

"It didn't hurt honey," Emily told Jimmy as he rolled onto his side and gingerly touched her breasts around the marks his hands had left. "They'll go away soon."

Jimmy's eyes left the breasts that were flattened by the woman being on her back, and when Emily saw where he was looking she tried to lower her arm, having used it to prop up her neck.

"No don't," Jimmy said as he held the reed thin bicep down against the bedding.

"I must stink," Emily frowned as she glanced over at her moist armpit that the boy seemed fascinated by.

"No, you always smell nice Emily," Jimmy said in finally using her first name, and after he leaned down and pressed his lips against the smooth and softly scented hollow he commented, "You shaved."

"Oh!" Emily replied, and not wanting to admit to prepping in hopes of being seen like this she explained. "What with warm whether coming on and all - but how on earth did you know?"

"I look at all of you all the time," Jimmy admitted. "I think it's kinda sexy when you don't shave for a while, but this is nice too. So smooth."

"Jimmy! What are you..." Emily giggled as the kid kissed his way up and down the deep pocket, squirming but not stopping him because it felt so good.

"Am I weird?" he asked after raising his head.

"Yes, but in a sweet way," Emily replied as Jimmy's eyes went down her waif-like torso, leaning down to take a look at the orifice he had just entered twice. "What are you up to now?"

"Exploring," Jimmy said as he toyed with the sparse wisp of hair around Emily's sex, stroking the prominent labia which would have been hidden in the bush before it had thinned over time, and as his seed bubbling out between the lips he gushed, "This is so beautiful."

"OH!" Emily groaned as the lad buried his face in her sex, licking away like a gleeful puppy with enthusiasm making up for his lack of skill, and knowing that she was likely done cumming for the night pulled him over so his twig and berries were at eye level.

Emily leaned up and took the entire pouch on her mouth, suckling on the wrinkled orbs and delighting in hearing Jimmy's muffled reaction as he lapped away. The senior nursed on the seed makers, even letting her tongue glide up the ridge underneath his scrotum before going back to his balls for more affection.

With her mouth full, Emily couldn't say anything up course, but if she could have she might have uttered something like, "What in tarnation is wrong with the boy?" because of what was lurking ominously above her mouth.

Jimmy's penis was hard again, the underside of skinny spout stretched and straining as it quivered there like a pointer, and while his modest organ wasn't any more than four inches long at best, there was no denying his virility.

Emily let go of Jimmy's balls and moved her mouth up to the stiff tube, first licking the olive sized glans and then sucking on it, her lips sliding down to the base as Jimmy groaned in ecstasy.

After a couple of aborted attempts at moving her mouth up and down the short distance, Emily decided just to suck on the boy's tool like it was a thumb, using her throat like a vacuum as she tried to swallow the dick.

Soon Jimmy was barking like a seal, or at least that was what it sounded like with the lad's crotch covering her ears, and then she felt the teen's dick jerk a couple of times as he spurted a modest load down her throat.




What Will I Do Without You?



"I'm never going to forget this day," Jimmy told Emily after he let her rest for a minute.

"Me neither honey. Me neither," she sighed as she went back to looking at the ceiling, the guilt in her heart diminishing and Jimmy's spooned up next to her.

It might have been the most emotional and exciting day of the summer but it was far from the last as Jimmy spent part of nearly every day at Emily's house, culminating in an all-nighter the day before he made the 400 mile trip off to college.

"What am I going to do without you?" Jimmy asked before he said goodbye.

"That's my line," Emily interjected. "Now just remember to study and get out into the college community. Find yourself a nice girl."

"I did," Jimmy said, but after Emily gave him an admonishing look he shrugged and said, "I'll try."

"And you'll succeed," she assured him. "Trust me."

"I'll be back for Thanksgiving," Jimmy reminded her.

"And I'll save up my energy," Emily answered.

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Epilogue...

"Hey Jimmy," his roommate Kurt chirped when he got back to the room after class. "No candy if you don't say trick or treat, although the mask is funny."

"Maybe the more times you say it the funnier it will get - I hope," Jimmy replied, enjoying the ribbing he got from his newest friend.

"Hey, your grandmother stopped by," Kurt said as he reached over his textbook for the note.

"My grandmother?" Jimmy asked in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess that's who it was, although she didn't say," Kurt explained as he gave Jimmy the message. "Cute little lady with silver hair? She said she was passing through and wanted to say hello. She's at the Comfort Inn over on - hey? Where are you going?"

"Later," Jimmy called back over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him, and as he raced down the hall laughing wildly he wondered how fast he could get to Room 347 of the Comfort Inn from there.

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Thank you for reading.

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