8 comments/ 110740 views/ 3 favorites Afternoons with Mrs. K Ch. 02 By: Jay_Lloyd This story follows on from an encounter between Jay, a young English naval officer home from service off of the Iraq coast, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I’ve written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay’s then from Mrs K’s perspective. This story is dedicated to ‘B,’ who is always a true lady. This story follows on from an encounter between Jay, a young English naval officer home from service off of the Iraq coast, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I’ve written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay’s then from Mrs K’s perspective. JAY’S STORY I woke up after a short sleep of an hour or so. My head had moved from its resting place against her big soft breasts and was now against her tummy. Mrs K was stroking my face; it felt good. Better still was my memory homing in on what had happened. "Hello sleepyhead, looks like I wore you out," Hazel said, laughing, and then smiling broadly. "Hello my beautiful lady," I replied. I wriggled up her body and we shared a deep kiss. Then I gently nibbled her ear-lobes, kissed her neck and moved my mouth down over one of her huge pink nipples and sucked. It hardened beautifully in my mouth. As I feasted on her, Mrs K resumed stroking my face. I felt my cock press hard against her leg, and I ran my hand through her lustrous, thick, dark pubic bush and teased my fingers over the increasingly slippery wetness of her pussy. We lay like this for a while. "Ahhhh, the vigour of youth," she almost purred. "Jay, make love to me again." I removed my mouth from her breast and kissed her, slipping my tongue past her teeth. As I did this, Hazel held my cock tenderly and guided it inside her. She was just so wet and warm. I rode on top of her with our chests and stomachs joined and our mouths and tongues playing together. I fucked her slowly at first, with deep but gentle strokes. It was heaven. Firstly, I clenched then pushed alternatively with one then the other of my butt-cheeks, so I was probing all parts of her vaginal tunnel. I felt her react to this instantly, her hips rose to meet my strokes and I revelled in the warmth of her body. Then I shaped my hips and drew a figure-of-eight inside her pussy with my cock. I was balls deep inside Mrs K, and moving very slowly. I broke our kiss and sucked and lightly bit on the flesh between her neck and shoulders. Her breathing became ragged, and in a quiet but husky voice she rasped out: "Oh fuck, fuck me hard, fuck meeeeeeeee." My mouth met hers again. I started riding her straight on… quite fast, then very fast and deep with each long thrust. Sweat was wet on my face. Hazel was moaning now, and repeating more loudly: "Surrender, sweet surrender." I was holding off from cumming with a huge effort of concentration. Finally, feeling her body tense and almost spasm, she flowed juice onto my balls, and I released my restraint. My sperm flew out of me, splattering inside her pussy with force. We lay together in a tight hug, smiling at each other between kisses. My stomach then began rumbling which caused her to form a mock frown, before she laughed. "Well Hazel," I said, "you’ve certainly satisfied my cock’s appetite, but my belly tells me I’m starving." "Jay, I’m sure we can rectify that problem if we try; go back to your Aunt’s and shower and get changed lover, while I do the same, then I’ll treat us to a meal." I left. Under the shower, once again I found it curious how Mrs K’s voice fluctuated so much. During foreplay or the actual act of sex, it was girlish, gigglish, and very youthful. But in normal conversation, it was deeper, riper, and almost authoritative. I found both forms affecting. As well as her being a wonderfully expressive, sensuous lover, I had to admit that I found the big age gap between us, maybe as much as nearly thirty years, a huge turn on. I’d always had girlfriends of my own age, or slightly younger; and while I had some good times with them, I just seemed to find a heightened sensuality with this mature lady. Whether it was some sort of power thing, or maybe even a form of repressed guilt, I neither know nor care. It was hard to define, but it was oh so delicious to experience. MRS K’S STORY I showered and dressed. I wore a pale blouse, black skirt and high heels. I took care with my make-up. I felt good, better than I had for a long time. I had a lovely warmth in my stomach; that exquisite feeling I have known in the past after I’ve had long, satisfying sex. I called a favourite restaurant and ordered a table, then rang for a taxi; I didn’t want to drive; I felt like sharing a drink with Jay. I went and knocked on my neighbour’s door. Jay seemed to answer almost immediately. He looked so gorgeous. In ways he reminded me of my son. He looked so tall and handsome; with a kind, yet very vaguely sad face, and beautiful eyes. Jay smiled and invited me in. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and put his hands on my breasts. "No," I said, removing his hands, "plenty of time later for that though, lover." Although, in truth I was really turned-on at his touch. The taxi came and drove us to the restaurant. Jay paid the driver and ordered him again for later. I told him this meal was on me; he accepted this graciously. It was an Italian restaurant and the food was sumptuous. I enjoyed it but ate rather sparingly. Jay, in contrast had an enormous appetite. We had starters, and then a glorious beef dish accompanied by a fine bottle of red wine. At one point the waitress began flashing Jay a flirty smile. I felt my face flush. I was surprised at my level of jealousy. Jay did smile back at her, but only in concise politeness; and then, bless him; he gave me his full smile and briefly held my hand. He looked so handsome in his crisp button down white shirt. I was aware that a few women dining there gave him a distinct look, so to speak. I thought to myself that someone might think I was his Aother or Aunt or something. I told him this, which made him laugh. After the meal we ordered coffee and brandy and chatted some. I asked Jay about his career in the Navy and the Iraq situation. He admitted that he had got frustrated and was considering his options; he was thinking of leaving the Navy when his service period was up; but that he had two more years before he could do so. He seemed patriotic though, which is not that common a trait in the young English these days. He didn’t say much about Iraq, and I didn’t push it. When I’d made love with him this afternoon I had noticed, what appeared to my untrained eye, to be two healed-up bullet wound scars in his left thigh. I do vaguely remember his Aunt, my neighbour, Cathy, telling me about her visiting her nephew Jay in a military hospital one time. I’d have though it more usual for those serving in the Army rather than the Navy to have such wounds. Again though, I figured if he wanted to tell me about his experiences then he would in his own time. When we returned to my house, and Jay had paid the taxi driver, I poured us both a large glass of brandy. We sat on the settee, sipped some, and kissed; then I took Jay’s hand and led him upstairs. Inside my bedroom we fell lightly onto the bed. I was feeling horny; I wanted his hands on me and his cock deep in me. Yet, I wanted somehow to prolong the feeling of expectation, while he, young and eager, was obviously aroused and ready for action, as it were; his penis was straining hard against his trousers, forming a funny, but at the same time sexy, tent shape. Although he was clean and smelt wonderful, I asked Jay to go into my shower, and to "get fresh please young man, before you get sweaty and dirty with me." Although he looked reluctant, he went. I wanted a few minutes alone. I stripped naked and for once was brave enough to look into my full-length mirror. I felt amazing, desired, and confident. I was glad I was active and exercised regularly. Yes, my big breasts did hang lower than in my youth, and my tummy was gently rounded instead of flat; but I still felt good. Hell, I looked good. I’ve been blessed with good skin, and although I’d no doubt be considered about fifteen to twenty pounds overweight by a body fascist, I was happy with my shape. Above my full hips my sides did curve in to make a long shallow ‘C’ shape up to under my arms, and I have always been proud of my quite long, shapely legs, which were tanned by summers days spent outside in my garden. My bottom is quite large but it is fairly firm. Contrary to fashion, I’ve always kept a very full thick bush above my vagina. I like its look and feel. My late husband Alan loved it, and so does my young lover, Jay. For myself more so than Jay, I slipped on a pair of loose black silk panties; I loved the feel of the silk on my skin, and I put on black suspenders and black stockings. I touched up the make-up on my face and put on more lipstick. I pushed my boobs into a brief black semi-transparent wonder bra. My God, they did look enormous and high like that. My nipples were jutting out hard in anticipation. I grew impatient for Jay to return from the shower; I longed for another ‘Sweet Surrender.’ I walked towards the shower. Behind the curtain I could see his young body in silhouette. He was so athletic; being slim but broad-shouldered. He moved sideways, and the horny young guy was sporting a very big erection. Mmmmmmmmm. I returned to my bedroom and idly traced around my clitoris with my fingers. I was getting wet with anticipation now. I heard the shower noise stop, and resisted the temptation to go and dry him myself. After a very long minute, Jay returned to my bedroom. He was dry except for his hair, which looked damp and was sticking up slightly. There was a wonderful fresh scrubbed, clean aroma coming from him. Jay was totally naked; his toned body and long limbs were tanned and beautiful. As he walked towards me, his half-erect cock swayed from side to side; I saw his body’s muscles work easily beneath his skin. His grey-blue eyes met mine and he smiled. He stood in front of me, tall and commanding. I reached up and placed my arms around his neck and we met in a kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouths. He ran his hands up and down my sides, from beneath my arms to my knees. His touch was electric. Then he kneeled and slid my silk panties down and off my feet. He left the suspenders and stockings alone. "Wow," he said, "you are just so beautiful, Mrs K." "Well thank-you young man," I repied, in mock politeness. He called me Mrs K from time to time, instead of Hazel. I just knew he found the age gap between us a turn-on. If he wanted to play up to me being his senior to heighten his thrills, then that’s fine with me. For my part, having sex with such a younger man is both flattering and oh so enjoyable. Maybe I should feel some sense of guilt about it - he is younger than my daughters - but I don’t. I lay back onto my bed with my legs loose over the end. Jay parts my legs wide. He inhales audibly and deeply, and then his warm tongue and mouth dance over the folds of my pussy. Lord, I’m wet and writhing lightly immediately. I run my fingers in his hair as he zones in on my clit. I feel as though I am almost on fire. His strong hands unclip my bra, and then his fingers roll my nipples; which are both hard and sensitive. My head feels giddy in the best of ways. It is the blood rushing around my pussy and my breasts no doubt. I feel my torso shudder, and I cum; I flow; his greedy mouth stealing the juice from my pussy. He frees his mouth from between my legs, rises above me and kisses me. The taste merely heightens my inflamed senses. His cock, almost iron hard and warm, presses against the valley between my now nearly closed, soft, inner thighs. He’s kissing me deeply; his tongue is clever and teasing. I revel in the feel of his strong body moving against mine. I feel strangely simultaneously both fragile yet powerful under him. I feel so desired, so sexy knowing I can make this young man want me so: I will have his big cock deep inside of me; I will make him cum and pump his seed in my body. I break the embrace and kiss my way down over his muscled chest and flat, firm stomach. I want his manhood. I just love the smell of his big cock; there is a sexy soap clean and sweet aroma. I start by licking his full balls. "Ahhh," he almost cries out in delighted fashion. "Fuck Hazel, that is so good." I then suck on each testicle in turn, then take his shaft in my hand. God, he’s big. I lick and kiss the veins pulsing the blood to his cock’s head. Then my lips cover the head. I taste the tang of his pre-cum. I let my lips close over the swollen, mushroom like end. My tongue dances around it. Jay is moaning now: "Hmmm, Ahhh, Ohhh." Now I draw more cock into my mouth, I suck him hard. His prick is magnificent. It is both thick and long. Jay swears now, and begins moving in and out of my lips. My mouth is being fucked, and I love it. Just as I am aware of my breathing being constricted, I feel a massive pulse in his cock, and he shoots his seed in me. The tang of his cum assails my taste buds, and I swallow deep, drawing that nectar into my belly. JAY’S STORY Mrs. K feasted on my cum; she sucked it down and then licked the remainder of the end of my cock. As I pulled my cock free she held it and gently pulled it back to her mouth, and sucked hard for a few seconds more, then gave me just the most killer big smile. "I love your cum, Jay," she almost purred. "Any time you like be my guest, anyyyyyy time," I replied. "I want the next load elsewhere though," she said, and rubbed the full bush above her pussy, giving another huge grin. She was getting freer in her talk and expressions; more overtly confident in her sexuality. That was a big turn-on. Having been ‘sucked dry,’ temporarily at least, it was surely now only the polite thing to do to return the favour again. Considering that Hazel has a very long silky pink-red pussy, a sensitive prominent clit and a really wonderful taste inside her vaginal walls, all beneath a lustrous full dark bush, it was the kind of chore I’d tackle willingly any day of the week, or minute in an hour, second in a minute, whatever. Put basically, she just had the kind of a cunt that draws a mouth. I lick all around Hazel’s long pink-red slit. I love every fold. I tease her big sensitive clit with my tongue. Eating this fine lady quickly gives me another erection. I slide in and fuck Hazel’s pussy from the side as she raises one leg in the air. She loves this. She is sooooooooo wet. Hazel then athletically moves her position and rides on top of me. I hold her big hanging, swaying breasts as she eases up and down on my cock. She is also using her cunt muscles to squeeze and hold my cock from time to time. I raise my thrusts to meet hers; a curious and wonderful stop start rhythm ensues. Hazel rides my length easy and slow, then fast and hard. I catch a nipple from her swinging breasts in my mouth and suck it. Mrs K comes. Her chest and face flush a vivid red. I feel her body’s intensity. I want to cum now. I want to spread my seed in her silky, beautiful cunt. There is, though, somewhere else I need to cum in more. She is spent and exhausted. I lift her off of me and she lies beside me. I kiss her and hold her tight; I can feel the pounding, then gradually subsiding, of her heart’s beat. With mock politeness, I ask, "can I have a play with your wonderful big ass sweet-heart?" "Most certainly dear, enjoy yourself," Hazel giggles out in reply. Again I’m reminded of how her voice gets girlish when sexually aroused; it’s most affecting. Hazel assumes a position: she gets on all fours and sticks those big buns right out. The fullness and firmish roundness of her buttocks surely is a fine sight to behold. Her hands spread her cheeks to show off her anus. For the second time my chest tightens at the glorious sight of her wrinkled, puckered ring……. Fucking fantastic. Her asshole is presented as an offering. I quickly dash into her washroom. There are various creams and medicinal items in a wall cabinet. Among them I find some odourless gel. I return with some of it on my fingers. Down on the bed again I slip a finger in her anus and lube it. I drop down onto one knee so as to get my mouth to it at the optimum angle. I smell her unique smell; a very feint but attractive musky aroma, then raise my tongue and draw an ‘O’ around it, all the while pressing firmly. I’m eager as hell, but at the same time endeavouring to savour these moments. Hazel gives out a murmur, almost a deep purring sound. I widen her hole slightly with my thumbs, and then ease my tongue inside, very, very slowly. I lap her; stroking inside her ass with my tongue; the taste and sense I receive is gorgeous, and I am aware that my cock is pulsing, and I know it is releasing sticky pre-cum. While I enjoy this feast I very lightly trace around the outline of her clit with my right index finger, my left thumb goes under her to her mouth; she sucks it greedily. Her asshole is relaxed and when I eventually withdraw my tongue it gapes open for a second. Illusory, perhaps, but her anus appears once to wink at me. I rise onto my knees, lean forward and whisper into her ear: "Sweetheart, I want to make love to your beautiful ass." "It’s yours baby, but be gentle," she replies, her voice betrays a mixture of anticipation and a tiny bit of anxiety. I line myself up; the pulsing head of my cock presses against her ring, and I press steadily. The head enters the muscled anus and I slide on gently, through her lubed, tight tunnel. I push on very slowly, until my cock is balls deep inside her. Whether Hazel has been ass-fucked before I really do not know, but she certainly responds. Initially her body goes taught, but as I hold still in her, it relaxes. "Sweet surrender," she purrs, "Jay, lover, take your throne." At this I slide back slowly until the glans of my cock-head meets the sphincter, then I ease back in and fuck with as much restraint and tenderness as I can muster. Each part of my penis feels as though it is being squeezed by a cunning, slightly moist velvet glove. The feeling is just so delicious. I’ve screwed a few young women in their asshole before. I’ve had rounded bottoms and slim waists in my hands, and relished the taper of their hips and the shudders and trembles of their bodies as I’ve watched and felt my cock pump in and out of their tight sphincters. I’ve revelled in their sighs of contentment and occasional gasps as pleasure and pain engulfs them. I’ve shot waves of cum in them and even on occasion had them beg me do it again, but never in my life have I ever felt as intense a pleasure as here, as this glorious creature; this mature, curvy, busty, big-bottomed lady writhes and groans in unadulterated pleasure at my pounding. Hazel moves to meet my thrusts as the pace rises up a gear. My penis seems to me more than a mere physical organ; it is the outlet of all power and pent up physical and emotional desire. "Your cock feels so good lover," Hazel gasps out. Her breathing is ragged, and I am aware that her fingers are entering her pussy and rubbing around her prominent clit as we screw on. I lightly spank one of her full butt-cheeks. Then again, slightly harder. I grab her generous wide hips firmly. Hazel groans. Now I am ramming my cock in hard and fast, balls deep on every stroke; riding that big rounded ass. All the frustrations, angers and fears that I had felt in the last few months are being released as I fuck that fine ass deep and hard, and it feels great. Mrs. K shudders beneath me and with a probing hand I feel her cum; juice flows from her cunt. The tips of my fingers are damp with her fluid and I taste them…. delicious. I feel hypersensitivity in my whole body, as if it is electrically charged. Afternoons with Mrs. K Ch. 03 This story continues to follow the affair between Jay, a young English naval officer, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a widowed neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I've again written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay's and then from Mrs K's perspective. JAY'S STORY On the Monday I spent another rather boring day at the college trying to get to grips with the spoken Arab language. To be honest, I could hardly concentrate at all; my mind was full of the great sex I'd had with Mrs. K the day before, and the delightful thoughts I had imagining my next time with her, which was thankfully to be that very evening. Try as I may at my task, my head was just filled with thoughts of her: her charming warm personality, the way she made me totally and utterly relaxed, and her full, ripe mature body, those big heavy breasts topped with massive nipples, her soft creamy skin, her full round ass. But, maybe most attractive of all was her huge sexuality. I was enchanted by her; totally enveloped physically and mentally in our affair. With her, I was experiencing a level of sexual hunger and fulfilment that I would have previously thought impossible. I'd guessed she may be in her early fifties (I thought it perhaps impolite to ask), due to the age of her children and the way she related some of her life experiences when we talked; bands in concerts and festivals she had attended, films she has seen at the cinema with her deceased husband, tales of her youth etc. But, while she may be the best part of thirty years older than me, and two of her three children my senior, she was very fit and toned. In fact, she was just about the sexiest woman I had ever set my eyes on, let alone bedded. Sometimes, via her conservative, lady-like dress sense and use of language, I thought she deliberately accentuated and exaggerated the age gap between us. I believed this was because she felt as much of a thrill fucking a man young enough to be her son as I did screwing a much older mature lady. It was just that air of forbidden fruit, the sense that there was something naughty, at the least unconventional, in two people such as us making love. It was such a delicious feeling. Mid afternoon I left the college and returned to my aunt's house. By the time I showered and changed clothes it was 3.30, which seemed to me a frustratingly long time from the 7.00 o'clock we had arranged to meet to go for a drink and maybe a meal in a favourite country pub she knew. I debated doing some work, reading, exercising or surfing the net for a while, but lust got the better of me. "What the hell," I said to myself, "Let's see what Mrs. K's up to right now." I'd seen her car parked in her drive on my way back, so knew that she was in. I only hoped she was alone. As I went to knock on her front door I heard music playing quite loudly, it appeared to be coming from the back of the house. Instead of knocking I walked down the side path following the song, I think it was an early nineteen-seventies soul song, maybe by Isaac Hayes. She loved that kind of music. Now at the back of the property, I looked through a window into a utility room and saw Mrs. K ironing a blouse. She was also moving her full hips in time to the music and silently mouthing some of the words. The sight made me kind of laugh and smile at the same time. I knocked hard on the window and she appeared momentarily startled, before she noticed me, opened a door for me and smiled with both her mouth and her beautiful, deep brown eyes. We shared a warm greeting and short kiss before we moved inside. It was another warm day and she was barefooted, and wearing a loose pair of shorts and one of my short denim shirts. She had no make-up on and her curled dark hair was tied up. But anyway, she looked just beautiful to me. She had obviously been out in the sun earlier as her skin had a freshly tanned look, and best of all, I had caught her not wearing a bra, which was obvious as her large breasts hung slightly low in a very alluring way, and between the buttonholes of the shirt at chest height I could see exposed flesh. From the pile of washing she was ironing a lacy white bra was obviously next in line. "Oh Jay, just look at me," she laughed out more then spoke, "I'm hardly a glamorous sight." My cock was stirring rapidly, and I felt my face getting warm. "Don't be silly," I replied, "Mrs. K you look just fantastic, good enough to eat." "Well young man, is that a statement or an offer?" "And," she said in a mock stern voice, "For the last time, call me Hazel!" "Ok Mrs errr Hazel," I teased, "It's an offer, and it's a request, and I can beg well if I have to." Mrs. K laughed, and then looked down at my crotch; the swell in my jeans was obvious. "Well Jay, you should know that as a girl I was given some advice, which was basically to keep a 'suitor' at a slight distance, so as both not to appear 'easy' and to raise the expectation level for later if so desired. Perhaps (she was in teasing mood again), in the modern vernacular, an element of what you may loosely translate as 'treat them mean to keep them keen.' Fortunately for you, I have always considered that advice to be complete rubbish and thus ignore it. Now Jay, would you be so kind as to remove all of your clothes immediately to let me feast my eyes upon your magnificent youthful body please?" I did as requested, probably in about three seconds. Mrs. K's face was illuminated by just the huge salacious grin as she beckoned me towards her. We kissed deeply and hungrily, our tongues rolled and wrestled together as I tasted her sweet warm breath. Her hands ruffled my hair then slowly and sensually, lightly scrolled down my back before resting on my butt cheeks, which she kneaded firmly, almost as though she was working bread dough. She loved my ass. Still kissing, I removed a hair clip, letting her dark curls fall free and unbuttoned her shirt and then eased it off her. Her magnificent breasts pressed softly against my skin… so warm… so wonderful. The massive nipples were firm and hugely distended. Mrs. K then curled a hand between my legs and tenderly squeezed my full balls. I replied by slipping her shorts and panties down her full creamy thighs and eased my fore and middle fingers through her very lush dark pubic bush, pressed on her prominent clit then slipped them into her mature pussy. She was very, very wet. I just had to then put the fingers in my mouth, breaking our kiss, to taste her unique and wonderful juices. She then stepped back a pace, and her deep eyes glinted fleetingly and almost wickedly before she knelt down and, holding it firmly at the base, eased several inches of my big hard tool into her clever, full-lipped cunning mouth. I stroked her head and she made eye-contact with me as she sucked steadily, alternating with rolling her tongue all around the head and opening of my cock-eye. I heard my breathing rasp out loud. I can only describe this as blow-job heaven. I watched and felt this mature beauty taste my leaking clear pre-cum, and lick up and down the thick vein running on the underside of my cock, before she tenderly sucked each testicle in turn as though they were precious to her. It felt as though they were being given a wonderful bath as she worked them with her tongue. I felt a familiar tension build up beep in my stomach. "Hazel, I'm gonna cum, gonna shoot sweetheart," I warned. Her mouth left my balls for a second. "Do it for me baby," she almost pleaded, before holding my dick with both hands. The cock-head was about 1 inch from her open mouth and aimed at it. "Awwwwww, awwwwww, I almost screamed, hearing a deep rasp to my voice in the second before waves of my thick creamy cum exploded into her mouth. I was giddy and almost unsteady on my feet. As I blew out the last of my load I watched her. She was gamely sucking cum back into her throat, although an amount had seeped out of the side of her mouth and was slowly going south. Some dripped onto her big soft breasts, forming a semi-transparent 1 inch circle, which glistened like a jewel as the afternoon sun beamed its illuminating rays upon it. Mrs. K rubbed it into her skin as though it was a precious moisturiser. There was a silence permeating the room for several long seconds. I broke it. "Wow Hazel, you are one fine lady. Thank-you." "Baby," she replied, coughing slightly no doubt with some of the cum still in her throat, "Believe me, the pleasure was mine." Then she licked her lips. In this utility room were also a couple of large freezers and a washing machine. I moved across to the washing machine, set in on a slow spin cycle and switched it on. "What are you doing Jay?" Mrs. K asked. "You will soon find out Hazel," I replied. I walked across to her and picked her up from the waist and sat her on top of the machine. It was about 3 feet high. She placed her hands behind her so as to be balanced, and its gentle vibrations made the flesh around her upper thighs, hips and especially her big breasts jiggle around both comically and sexily. I laughed out loud at this while she looked somewhat bemused. I found a small cushion whose cover was on the pile of ironing, and slipped it under her firm large butt for her to sit on for comfort, and to raise her for better access for what I intended. After a few seconds I knelt and asked her to: "Spread your legs wide please mam?" She did, and I was presented with the delightful sight of her very long silky pink-red pussy, which was moist and glimmering. It was also releasing a most delightful aromatic aroma. I started licking up and down the length of her folds, before I settled my tongue on her prominent clit, and pressing, firmly rolled that sweet bud in circular motions, tracing shapes like I was writing the alphabet or numbers on it. I coupled this by slipping three fingers very deep into her pussy and probed all around her wonderful inner cavity. Being highly sensual, as usual Hazel soon started leaking more pussy juice as I worked at this most enjoyable of tasks, and my efforts twinned with the vibrations of the washing machine brought her off delightfully. Soon her breathing was ragged and loud and as I had noticed before when she was aroused, her voice sounded far more girlish than it usually did. Soon she was moaning in a high pitched voice, clenching her buttocks and rising up and down rapidly as her orgasm ran through her. I stood up and kissed her mouth then her large breasts, taking time to feed and feast on those delightful huge nipples. The pale skin of her breast was flushed a vivid pink. I stood back a pace and she looked down at my cock, which was hard and literally pulsing. She said nothing but nodded. I moved forward. The height of the washing machine was perfect for me to penetrate her standing up. I kissed her forehead, told her she was: "Wonderful and sexy," wrapped my arms around the back of her shoulders and in one fluid movement slid my 8" cock balls deep inside her silky moist pink-red pussy. "Oh baby, that's beautiful," she exclaimed passionately and shuddered as I began to fuck her with steady, slow, deep strokes. We made out this way for a long pleasurable time. Mrs. K was loving it, her pussy was just so wet and warm. Her face wore a huge satisfied grin, which alternated with her lips pouting and opening from time to time as we shared kisses. I fiddled with a dial on the washing, which sent the spin cycle from slow to fast. "Wow, yikes, arghhhh, God, God, God," she cried out as the now very rapid and shuddering vibrations bounced her beautiful ass around and I slammed away as fast as I could, ploughing my cock in and out of her like a piston at a great speed. For one moment she fleetingly lost her balance and I had to lurch forward quickly and help hold her steady. I remained gripping her firmly and closely as I continued slamming away with utter abandon, as beads of perspiration rolled down my face. Mrs. K was shuddering from inside now in addition to being jiggled around by my pounding and the harsh vibrations of the washing machine. She was making an almost purring sound, as I felt her cum. This set me off and I shot my seed deep inside that beautiful cunt. I turned the machine off and we hugged and leant against each other, and steadily caught our breath. "God Jay baby, I've never done anything like that before in my life," she said. I was going to ask her if she enjoyed it, but declined stating the obvious for once. Instead I said, "Well, we'll have to try that again; I could sit on it and you could sit on top of me. We could make love like that Hazel, hey, maybe you could even let me slip my cock up your gorgeous asshole like that my beautiful lady?" "Maybe indeed Jay," she replied, "and that will certainly be fun, but not now young man. For one thing I am totally and utterly exhausted and for another my, as you like to call it, asshole, is sore after your ministrations last night." With that I helped Mrs. K down. She actually had a problem standing let alone walking, as her legs had in her words, "Temporarily turned to jelly." With my help she got to the bathroom. I ran the taps for a couple of minutes, got us a bottle of red wine and two glasses and then we lay in the bath together soaking up the soothing water, drinking and chatting. Now fully refreshed, Mrs. K suggested we get out and get dressed, and go out for the meal as we had planned earlier. I agreed wholeheartedly, I was now starving. However, this was not to be. Half way through dressing her magnificent body, the phone rang. Mrs. K didn't say much, but mainly listened, and there was some degree of concern painted across her face. The conversation ran for several minutes, before she ended it, saying, quite briskly, "Ok, bye then, I'll pick you up in about forty minutes." She looked disappointed. "Are you ok Hazel?" I asked. "Um yes I'm fine," she said unconvincingly. "But I'm sorry Jay; we will have to cancel tonight. It's my son Steven, it seems he has been expelled from his university today, and been removed from his halls of residence too. The fool of a boy has been caught in a university office trying to steal exam papers!" "He's on a train now, coming home, I said I'd pick him up." With this any outer display of nonchalance fell away and two huge tears formed in the deep pools of her soulful brown eyes and ran down her finely sculpted cheekbones. I didn't know what to say, she was clearly very upset. I held her tight and stroked her neck and face lightly. Soon she took a deep breath and stood up; a fixed determined look now on her face. "I'll ring you later Jay, I really am sorry about this." I told her she had nothing to apologise for, wished her well, and kissed her before I made to leave. As I reached the front door, she hurried beside me. "Jay baby," she said, "just tell me it won't affect us badly if Steven stays with me a while?" She looked upset again. "No Hazel, no way, you're not getting rid of me easily," I replied. She smiled and we kissed. Inappropriate as it may have been at that moment, I could not resist running my hands over her magnificent backside before we parted. …………………………………………………………………… MRS. K'S STORY My initial disappointment and sadness at my son Steven had changed into something approaching anger by the time I met him at the train station. At least he had the grace to appear somewhat crestfallen in his demeanour, apologising to me. But as I told him, it was not me he need feel sorry for, he was now, at nineteen, legally an adult and it was his future he was jeopardising not mine. I did, though, demand an explanation of what had happened. It seemed that at this end of the first year of his degree course (he wanted to be an architect) he needed to achieve a good mark in his last exam to avoid having to re-sit the first year. He was clever and had always achieved well academically before, so this surprised me. I questioned him on this and he admitted that he had become extremely lazy, preferring to spend his time in the student bars and sports facilities rather then studying, and had failed to submit previous coursework on time and had thus been marks penalised. A friend of his had been in a similar situation, and when they had learned where the exam papers were being kept, they decided to take them, photocopy and return them so that they were forewarned what they needed to know. They stole them from an office and returned them with no problem, but were caught by a security camera, and apparently dealt with humiliatingly. I had little sympathy. I asked him what he was intending to do now. He replied that he firstly wanted to earn some money to go surfing later in the summer with his friends in Newquay, Cornwall, and then he would apply for an architectural course elsewhere. By the time we had returned home, I was more sympathetic to him. He seemed genuinely sorry for his mistakes, and was ready to move on. Besides, I never could be hard on him for any length of time; since he was a young child, he had always been able to win me round with a shy smile and a shrug of the shoulders, an ability he still seemingly retained. We had always had a very close bond between us, and were quite physical in our affection; hugging on the sofa, laughing together as we watched comedy shows and films on television, and even sharing tears in the sad period of my husband's fatal illness. Over the next few days, I also noticed how more mature he appeared in his physical appearance. He seemed to have lost some weight in recent months, giving his face a more sculpted look, which coupled with his tall frame and warm blue eyes made him a very handsome young man. Steven sometimes seemed to almost be 'eyeing' me up; looking at me in a slightly lustful way. It was nothing blatant, just small things. I'd look in a mirror and he would be behind me, appearing to be staring at my bottom, or I would be talking to him and his gaze would sometimes drop to my breasts, he also seemed keen to hug me tightly when he greeted me in the morning or bade me goodnight. I fleetingly thought that he must be becoming very popular with girls of his age, and that perhaps another reason his studies had gone wrong were that he was enjoying an active sex life with them. In truth, this thought made me feel both jealous and simultaneously aroused. This reflection seemed to recur often in the next few days. I didn't, at this stage, feel like sharing with Steven the fact that I was having an affair with a young man only slightly older then himself. And although I continued my marvellous relationship with Jay, we were more discrete. Sometimes we met in Jay's aunt's house, two times we enjoyed wonderful liaisons in a local hotel, and on one memorable occasion we had a picnic in a remote country beauty spot, and afterwards shared delightful sex on a the rug I laid on the ground. These were glorious summer days. My young lover and I enjoyed such a blissful physical element to our relationship. I was so lucky to have found a virile young man to explore my sexuality with. Oh, and how I enjoyed it! I loved stroking and caressing his strong muscular body and kissing his soft full lipped mouth. I revelled in cupping then sucking his testicles, and teasing the head of his cock before I slipped most of it into my throat and slurped on it like it was a giant lollipop. I bathed in ecstasy as he manipulated my clitoris with his fingers and tongue and stroked the inner walls of my pussy with his clever fingers. I even liked him rimming my ass, before he lubed it and gently and tenderly screwed it with long slow strokes, before spreading his warm seed deep in my bowels. I loved to drink his cum while he orgasmed with his erect pulsing member pressing down upon my tongue. Most of all I cherished every single time he penetrated me with his beautiful weapon, whether from above me, from the side, behind me, standing or with me on top; that was the best: being ridden long and slow, fast and hard, gently or roughly, with sweet tender words being spoken, or crude lustful swear words almost shouted as my orgasms wracked through my body and my juices wetted and coated him as we made love. I climaxed every time, before he would blast powerful waves of his cum in my inner walls. It was sexual bliss. Although it was blatantly morally wrong, sometimes when we were apart, I began to mix Jay and Steven together in my dreams and daytime fantasies. It was as though they were becoming intertwined as one person in my inner psyche.