9 comments/ 122263 views/ 53 favorites Endless Love By: Endless_Love (Author's note: The audio of this story is available too, which our voices have been slightly altered to protect our identities. This is a true story, and wanted to share our passion for each other with similar couples or those who have ever felt the same desires or thoughts. A big thanks to Mimi for her exquisite editing skills.) * * * * * Click Here to listen to part 01. (30 min/mp3) Click Here to listen to part 02. (30 min/mp3) Click Here to listen to part 03. (30 min/mp3) Click Here to listen to part 04. (30 min/mp3) Click Here to listen to part 05. (47 min/mp3) * * * * * I knew Sharon for practically all of my life. I was best friends with her son, who the same age I was at the time, 18. Growing up, I saw a lot of her and vice versa. It was your typical kid vs. mean parent kind of relationship, and I honestly never considered her as any immediate choice in as far as mates, or someone to make love to. She was just my friend's mom, and it didn't go beyond that... at least until tragedy struck. While having a spat with his old man, my best friend was killed in a horrific car crash on the way to my house late one night. It was a key event in forever determining the rest of my life, and whom I would spend it with. I had never lost anyone close to me, and the loss was quite traumatic. I had many people to turn to, and thankfully, my (then) girlfriend came to my side as one would hope to expect during a terrible time. During this ordeal, I felt it was on my shoulders to visit each friend and family member of my buddy. I felt that was what I had to do, and I did it without question or regard. I felt as if some of it was my fault, and at times, blamed myself for his death. It was, for an 18-year-old, a sort of "hell on earth" if you will. His mother Sharon lived downtown in a plush condominium by herself, and had not remarried or dated much since her divorce 8 years prior. I didn't understand why she was single, but didn't really give it much thought. She wasn't ugly by any means... she stood about 5'4", and had a rich hourglass figure with a fantastic wide ass that I often looked for in my girlfriends' closer to my age. She was Jewish, so she was genetically disposed for bountiful sweeping curves for any man or woman to admire and love. To me, she looked liked Barbara Streisand with the same deep buttery skin that just begged for or an appreciative tongue. She had shoulder length brown hair, and wasn't someone that would make you drop your jaw at first glance. Sharon was the kind of woman you had to do a double take on, and seek out the beauty within. I had grown into a young man with speed and determination, and I only saw Sharon in passing a handful of times prior to my friend's death. I still looked upon Sharon as the 'mean old mom' but as with any women I knew, I began noticing her in modest, passing moments. Before my friend died, I had caught several glimpses of Sharon on the way out the door, or in the kitchen during my visits. Of course, I never said a thing to anyone, but privately, I had welcomed the fleeting sinful thoughts of what it would be like to bed Sharon. Before puberty, Sharon was just a woman with nice thick dark hair and a big ass... now, as a man, that ass started to look very enticing to my wandering eye. But this wasn't the time to let a selfish fantasy come between a grieving mother and me. When I arrived, Sharon answered the door with reddened eyes and a raspy voice. Dressed in an ankle length fluffy pink robe, I could tell she had let herself go for the night as a bottle of wine was out sitting beside a box of tissues. I could tell she had been crying, and without a beat, I took her into my arms as she let loose in my embrace. I too began to weep as the reality once again hit us both, and we found solace in our enduring embrace. Anything remotely sexual was the very last thing on my mind this night, and I did my best to comfort this heart broken woman of 38 years. I walked her to the couch as I sat beside her to pamper her in whatever way I could. We were both smokers then, so we shared cigarettes as the tears subsided. Propping her legs up on a stool, I got a clear shot at her nice smooth and dark glossy skin of her legs until the folds of the robe creased below her knees. I had come to ADORE glossy tan skin in my youth, but set that urge aside for the moment... but the instant that skin came into view, it struck a nerve deep within me. Something or someone had pulled a trigger. I must have smoked half a pack as I never left Sharon's side that night. We both laughed, shared, and cried as all we could do was remedy our wounds just by being with each other. But throughout my time there, I kept sneaking peeks at Sharon's unclad, oily legs... even the innocent sight was enough to get a young man's eye, and for a split instant, I actually wanted to find out what it would be like to make love to my best friend's mother. I immediately butchered that thought as we both noticed it was 30 minutes past midnight. I felt I should end it, but with both of us out of school and work for the funeral, I settled back onto the couch and lit another smoke. It was then Sharon got up from the couch to go into the kitchen, giving me a nice long look at her sweet hourglass body, all tucked beneath that robe I wanted to see slip off with each passing moment. And as my instincts surfaced, my eyes fell to her luscious wide ass and gloriously round hips. I cursed myself for never taking notice sooner as I lowered my head in shame as I tried to put those morbid thoughts out of my mind. Finally, after some wonderful conversation and countless stolen glances-- around 2:20am, I told Sharon I had to leave. Walking me to the door, she gave me a long meaningful hug at the door. This time, I intentionally lowered my arms so I could swallow her small waist in my arms. In doing so, I let out a low moan of comfort and peace... kind of like sticking my toe into the water to see if I liked it. And I did. Sharon whimpered too as we both lingered in each other's warm embrace. "I'm so glad you came by." She softly said. "I am too." I replied as I leaned back, trying to be a good boy. We both looked into the other's eyes, and gave a much-needed smile. By now, her robe had slightly fallen apart, giving just the faintest hint of her savory large sized breasts that hung deep in the shadows of that damn robe. I secretly swore to myself that my mission was to shred that damn robe off from that bronzed flesh, and soon. The conflict within got to me... here I came down to provide comfort and sympathy to a grieving mother who had just lost her son, and all I would walk away with was a massive boner that wanted to stab her repeatedly for as long as one could endure. As we drifted apart, her right hand lingered on my face as I took a step outside into the frigid winter night. I sensed she wanted to say something else and stood by as silence got the best of us. "You turned out so handsome, Chris." She complimented me, running her fingertips in my hair. I did my best "Awww-shucks" kind of smile, and bashfully thanked her. After all, she was still that mother figure to me, and to hear that was almost as embarrassing. "I wish I was." Was all I could say in return. "Ooh, you're girlfriend is one lucky girl." She said, letting go of my hair. I could tell she was regressing back to her old self, as I knew it was time to leave. As I said my last goodbye, I turned to walk off, but then stopped... I wanted to end it better than this. "Can I call you tomorrow? Just to see how you are?" I asked with a concerned smile. Sharon's heart melted as I could see it in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but I knew I had triggered something deep within her ... just as she did to me earlier when I saw those greasy bronzed legs. "No, I just meant... you know, just to check in. I'm sorry if I..." I started as she interrupted. "No, its okay." She tried to say amidst the tears. "I just... I just can't remember the last time someone wanted to do that." I looked at her, as if to say, "Really?" but my face said it all. I found that hard to believe. "Well, I mean it." I started. "You're my best buddy's mom, and... maybe that can helps things for the better." I stammered. Of course what I really wanted to say was that I wanted to bury my face in her big tits, and grasp her cloying ass with my hands. Sharon paused, and leaned against the glass door with a slight smile. "I'd like that." She replied. "Then I'll talk to you tomorrow." I shot back before walking off. As I walked off, I noticed her smile grow to a beaming grin as it ended with the hopeful prospect of something... dare I say, romantic? Me with a 38 year old woman? The mother of my best friend? Oh my God, what was I thinking? All the way home, I couldn't get her smile out of my mind. Honestly, I was sick of my current girlfriend and her ridiculous behavior. She and I had run our relationship to its finish, and I couldn't help but think that this might be the perfect time to end it so I could pursue Sharon. I played out numerous scenarios in my mind as to getting Sharon in sack, and all of them left me with an unbelievable hard on that was practically ripping through my jeans. I couldn't stop thinking about her voluptuous body... those salacious thighs and ripe ass. That night when I got home, I slipped into my twin bed without any clothes as I reached under the bed for my trusty jar of Vaseline and a worn out Penthouse. Already hardened by the lingering thought of Sharon's beautiful legs, I quickly greased up my right palm and nearly lost it when I finally began smoothing away the aching burn in my cock for Sharon. I barely glanced at the glorious lesbian spread in Penthouse before I took my left hand to shut off my nightlight... I didn't need any visual stimulation whatsoever... it was all in my mind. Just the image and thought of Sharon was enough to propel me to wonderful heights of this newfound ecstasy. I couldn't believe I was jerking off to her, imagining what it would be like to feel her below me as I mounted her and made mad passionate love to. Had I lost my mind? She was as old as my own mom! I had just made love to my girlfriend a couple of days before, and I was already this turned on? I told myself to visualize her naked backside before me, all hunched over, on her knees as I took in the full glory of that big wide ass of hers. I was sure it was round and full, loaded with shape and texture... it just had to be. I let out a long gasp as I imagined what those ass cheeks would feel like in my hands-- how soft they would feel... the width and radiant breadth. I shuddered because I was all about a woman's ass... I loved it, and I wanted Sharon's so incredibly bad. I played out numerous scenarios in my mind... what her ass would taste like, what she would let me do, and how far she would let me go... does she suck cock? If so, would she swallow? Then a thousand shivers shot through my body as I envisioned her nose pressed to my pubic hair with my dick lodged all the way down her throat. I nearly came right there, but held back... I wanted this gratifying act of masturbation to last as long as I could. My imagination went wild... images of Sharon aroused, her hair wet, sweaty from our hot sex... taking it doggy style... me eating her out... fucking her in a steamy hot shower... all of it drove me mad. I wanted nothing more than to fuck the living shit out of my friend's mother and to make her mine... ALL mine. When I came, I buried my face into my pillow as I shouted out her name over and over. I felt dozens of hot spurts of my cumm drop about me as I thrashed about, imagining all of my cumm going deep inside Sharon at all costs. To really consider such wonder blew me away... to actually cumm inside a woman twice my age... could she still become pregnant? And if so, how would I feel looking at her seven or eight months down the road, and know it was ME that made her that way... I wreathed upward and sideways violently, shuddering and gasping... God, this was the best orgasm ever... better than with my girlfriend... better than all the rest. The next day, I called Sharon around 1pm to see how she was. Seemingly much happier, she wanted to meet me at Ponderosa where she wanted to treat me to lunch. I cleared my schedule so as to meet Sharon, and was out the door. I told my mom a lofty lie to get me out of any commitments to her or my girlfriend. Walking in the restaurant, I saw Sharon waiting for me at the front counter as we mutually embraced as we did last night. As always, she was dressed conservatively, but looked oh so sweet in a black sweater and form fitting slacks. Our embrace was quick, but so very nice as we got to our table and caught up from where we left off the previous night. I think the both of us felt a little relieved to be together as I wolfed down some salad and a tasty meat loaf sandwich. "When did you get to be so good looking, young man?" Sharon said as she sipped her coffee. My heart leapt from my chest hearing that. I raised my eyebrows and was at a loss for words. "I mean, I saw you all the time, but just never really noticed until now." She continued. "I'm not that good looking, come on." I scoffed. Sharon shook her head with a low growl of disagreement. "Oh no, mister. You have no idea how handsome you are. You're a heart breaker." I chuckled as I took a sip of my coke, trying to be coy and innocent. I had to laugh to myself because just eight hours earlier, I was jerking off to the thought of this woman thrashing atop me like a primitive beast in the throes of exquisite, impassioned lovemaking. "Well I uhmm..." I started, trying to think of a comeback. "I think that uhmm..." "Cat got your tongue?" Sharon demurely replied. "Yea." I admitted. "I don't hear many women say that to me." "Its because you date women who are way too young, darling." She replied. "You were born old, and I've known you long enough to know wisdom and maturity when I see it. You have it all, and most women would die to have someone like you." I couldn't believe what Sharon was saying. I mean, she was always very brash and confident in her words, but to hear her verbalize this was beyond my wildest expectations. I felt slightly dizzy, it hit me that hard. "Well, believe me," I started. "Some guys would love to have a shot with a woman like you." "Huh." Sharon huffed. "An old divorcee like me? Yeah, right." "Uhhh, I don't agree." I replied, gathering all of my courage. "No, you... you are what most guys would love to have." "Ooh..." she started to object. "No wait, let me finish." I said, standing my ground. I wanted her to hear this, and I meant every word. "You have no idea how amazingly beautiful you are. I mean, I look at you and wonder why the Hell I ever asked any of my girlfriends out. You're just like... everything a guy would want." I said with the conviction of a thousand men. "Oh please." She groaned under her breath. "No," I said. "You're beautiful, Sharon. You're a sexy woman and to be honest, there's a lot of you I look for when I ask a girl out. I mean, since we're being honest." She smiled, not knowing what to say. I could tell this had now crossed the line into awkwardness... Biting her lower lip, Sharon gazed off. I could tell I got to her, and the thought of us together was dancing around in her mind. "Let's uhmm," she started. "Let's just get passed the funeral, okay?" Oh shit... did I blow it? I nodded my head and went back to my salad as I sensed I crossed a line with her. The rest of our lunch was rushed as I could tell she was bothered by what I said. I did my best to act like nothing happened, but I could tell I had unnerved her. Shit... now I felt terrible. And as we finished up, Sharon quickly made her way to her car and did a forced 'goodbye' as I watched her leave the parking lot. God only knew when the next time we would talk, let alone see her. Two days later... The funeral was unbearably sad and heartbreaking. I was finally able to get all those sinful thoughts out of my head about Sharon and focus on what I should have been doing all the time... grieving. I was able to see Sharon throughout the service, and thankfully, she seemed grateful to see me as well. We hugged throughout the service, and before we got to the graveside for our final good-byes. It was then I ditched my girlfriend, and decided to be the man Sharon needed at this moment... a strong source of comfort, love, and strength. My girlfriend understood, and gladly allowed me to step in and be at Sharon's side at the graveside. Throughout the final few minutes, Sharon clung to me as I did her. I was able to put aside my lust for her as we both leaned on the other and sobbed. But unashamedly, I did feel proud to hold her in my arms, and to cradle her as a man. I gained an extraordinary amount of confidence in that I could step up and become the man she would need for the rest of her life. I could be what she needed if she would allow me... IF... and that was becoming a huge word for me. On so many instants during that day, I soothingly rubbed her hand in mine, held her as her husband, consoling her with love and affection. As sad as I was, I found solace in comforting this beautiful woman in my arms. And, honestly, my stomach began to get that wrenching twisting gnaw to it... that twinge of unquenchable love and devotion. I was genuinely falling in love with my best friend's mother. That night, I stopped by to check in on Sharon, and found her to be completely drunk. She was, again, in her thick pink robe, but this time it was loosely tied... showing a lot more of that beige glossy skin than the other night. Her eyes batted when she saw me, and I could see her spirits immediately engage. Flinging the screen door open, Sharon quickly fell into my arms in heartbreaking cries. I joined her in her sobs as we both stood in the doorway, inattentive to the cold winter air blowing in the door. "Oh God I miss him." She wept into my shoulder. "I know, I do too." I replied, stroking her soft mahogany hair. I burrowed my nose amidst her thick tresses, inhaling the pine scented aroma of her intoxicating warmth. Our arms tightened around each other as I lightly kissed her hair. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." I whispered into her ear. "Oh Christopher." She answered. "You're so thoughtful." With that, we both leaned back to see the tears streaming down both our faces. Lifting my right hand, I brushed my fingertips across her face to wipe away her tears. "When I look at you, I see him." She said. "Is that so bad?" I replied. Sharon hesitated, unsure amidst her pain and agony. "I don't know... I don't think so." We stood in the doorway, arm in arm as if two long lost lovers. I treasured gazing deep into her exhilarating deep brown eyes... wondering... thinking... hoping. "Oh Chris." She barely whimpered. "I'm falling in love with you, Sharon." I finally confessed. "I know this isn't the right time or place, but I can't help it. You're all I think about... you're all I could ever want in a woman." Sharon's drunken eyes rolled back in her head before laying it on my chest, sighing in torment. "No, no, no..." she began babbling. "Don't say that." Endless Love "Its true." I replied. "I want you as a man... one adult to another." "No, no, no, no." she continued rambling, but not leaving my embrace. "Its grief that's confusing you, us." "Is that bad?" I asked, somewhat baffled by her uncertainty. "No in that I've been wanting the same thing." She responded, lifting her head back to stare at me. "No because I want you to carry me upstairs and beg you to make love to me until the sun comes up." Both of us collectively gasped in awe, accepting the full impact and consequence of this moment. I knew she was drunk, but she was clear and as lucid as one could be... and for me, knowing that my wish was about to be granted took my breath away. I lunged at her, crushing my mouth to hers in powerful need, right there in the doorway. Sharon offered no resistance whatsoever as I savored the blessed tang and thrill of kissing a woman I had gazed and admired all of my life. I was kissing a woman twenty years older than I was. Sharon was actually letting me kiss her... the sordid reality of it almost made me lose my footing as I secured my arms around her, cradling her wounded soul in my loving arms. My nostrils flared as I inhaled her lips and tongue, frantically and lovingly as I swallowed her delicious saliva. This was understandably better than my first kiss with a girl... Sharon was all woman. I shoved her back against the doorframe, cramming my tongue down her wide-open throat. My hands couldn't keep still as I cradled her face, trying to keep my composure intact. I couldn't believe my fucking luck... this was so fantastic... so unbelievable. "In love with you." I murmured between the quick slurps of my tongue to hers. "So beautiful." With that, I caught a glimpse of her bare neck in the misty haze of our steamy affections, bearing down on it with gusto. Sharon yelped as I sank my teeth in like a vampire, clamping my teeth into her flesh... "Oh fucking Jesus." Sharon groaned, lifting her left leg to curl around my ass. Recharged and encouraged by her lustful act, I reached down in hopes that her left leg might be bare... that I might touch the flesh I had given a gallon of my cumm for. It was. I lost all sense of right or wrong groping the fleshy goodness of Sharon's plump left thigh. God, it felt so smooth and ripe, thick and juicy... better than I could have ever imagined. Our lips meshed anew, frantically bending our necks for a deeper kiss. By now, Sharon had matched my intensity as the top of her pink robe shifted loose, giving me prime admittance to her mouth-watering neck and shoulders. God, even those shoulders made me cringe in wonderment... "The door's open." Sharon gasped. "So what." I spoke with my lips pressed to her neck. "I want the whole world to see us like this." "Oooooh." Uttered my buxom matron. "Why didn't we do this sooner, Christopher?" "Oh God, I wish we could have." I mumbled. All I could do was kiss her again, drawing her face to mine with both hands wrapped around her neck... I could sense the fires inside her blaze to new heights, so much better than the witless young women I fucked before... Sharon possessed an astute finesse that captivated me. A true sense of purpose and grace that defied age or reason. Sharon stood up, falling against me as we remained in the doorway, but somehow made it barely inside as the glass screen door closed. Her hands began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, quickly undoing them before I interrupted her by ripping them off. "Oooooooh." Sharon groaned. "You know what you want, don't you big boy?" My response was smothering her mouth with mine before throwing my shirt to the floor... with a feline like growl, Sharon's arms curled under my shoulders, slithering up as I could tell she wanted to enjoy this accomplishment. I shivered in teetering astonishment... I still couldn't believe I had made it this far with Sharon. By now, my cock had nearly broke the zipper in my jeans I was that hard. I had to shift it a few times because it started to hurt, but when Sharon's hand covered it with her palm, I nearly came right there as my entire body jolted. I heard her purr in delight, for I knew she loved the ease in which she could captivate me. "Did I do this to you?" she murmured softly into my ear before tormenting me by licking it. "Did I make you hard, baby?" "Yea." I replied like a weakened slob. Her hand began kneading my cock through the jeans as I almost fell back. "Tell me I made you hard." She said. "Oh God, you did... you did, Sharon. You made me hard." I answered before we kissed again, suckling her thick wet tongue between my lips. "This isn't the first time I made you hard, is it?" she asked after a few minutes of swapping spit. "No, no." I voiced. "I did this to you," She whispered in a low, but amazed tone. "I really did this." With that, Sharon backed off and stepped back away from me. Dumbfounded, I looked at her with a puzzled expression, as I knew immediately what she was doing. Closing the door behind her, Sharon then sauntered to each window, closing the curtains and shutting the blinds. With her robe partially undone, I watched her large tits peek out as she sauntered across the room. As the last curtain was secured, Sharon turned to me slowly with a look of wanton vigor. "Are you sure you want this, Chris?" she asked. "That you want to make love to a 38 year old woman like me?" Without any doubt, I stepped to her. "More than anything." Raising her arm, she pressed her palm to my bare chest to stop me. "Then I want you to watch me undress and know what it is you are getting. I want you to understand that this is the body you'll have tonight. Once this robe comes off, everything will change." "Only for the better." I replied without even thinking. Sharon brought up both arms to clasp the neck of the robe, gently slipping it down across her shoulders before stopping. Casting a coy grin my way, I shook my head with gratitude as finally, that damn pink robe pooled about her ankles. Seeing the robe come off was like slow motion... grazing past all the thick curves I wanted to taste, touch, and fondle on this sacred night. It released a heavenly vision of the most sumptuous feast a man could ever hope to see... She stood without any apprehension or regret. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I could tell Sharon was comfortable with her body and nudity. But what captivated me was the luscious hour glass figure of hers... large, full breasts that glowed with subtle warmth. They were so thick... I had never seen breasts so incredibly large before... two full orbs of succulent flesh I wanted to devour with the intensity of a thousand men. Then there was her stomach... not the squashed flat abdomen, but a nicely curved stomach that complimented an already perfect body. Then there were those hips... Oh my God, those gloriously wide, fertile hips. "Take your time, Christopher." She encouraged me. "I want you to know what you're getting yourself into." "Oh Sharon" I breathlessly exhaled. "You're so perfect. All of you." "Tell me what's your favorite part." She exquisitely replied. I shook my head, still affixed to her fantastic hips and plentiful thighs. The answer was apparent, and she knew it. "Your hips." I remarked. "Why?" she asked. I stammered, never being put on the spot like this with a woman. But then again, I had only been with mere amateurs before tonight. "They just," I started. "They're so... I don't know... so beautiful." I said, trying to understand why they called to me. "Full." "Maybe instinct?" She uttered, strutting to me gradually. "Maybe because it's the beast within... the animal that wants to mate. Or... you just like your women with nice big hips." I sighed in selfish agreement. "God yes. The bigger the better." I watched her erotic strut swing her weight side to side. I thought about what she said, and knew she was right. There was something more to it than just looking sexy... there was a deeper reason... something I was born to obtain at no matter the cost. Sharon stopped inches from me as she curled her fingers under my jeans to undo my belt buckle. As she did, she taunted me with her sultry voice and sensual allure. "You want to be inside me, don't you?" she hinted. I exhaled; nodding yes as our lips drifted across each other's so lightly. Her boiling breath cascaded across my face, as if a gift from the Gods of passion. "Put your hands on those big hips you want." She said as I did without wasting another second. With that, I felt my pants and underwear drop as the crisp air struck my body. My raging cock bobbled free as its length easily filed the space between our bodies. I swayed forward to press the pre-cummed tip to her smooth belly. Both of us moaned as her left hand cupped my shaft at the base. "I love knowing I can do this to a young man." She said before she hungrily kissed me once more. Breaking the kiss, she said, "Take me upstairs, Christopher. Please. Carry me like I'm your woman." "You ARE my woman." I said before scooping her up in my arms for another soulful kiss. She fell in my embrace as I easily carried her to the stairway. Sharon sighed heavily as I stared into her deep mahogany eyes, projecting all the years of need and desire into those eyes. With her arms draped about my neck, I sauntered up the stairs, just like out of some romantic epic film... slowly and confidently. "You really want this, don't you?" she whispered. All I could do was nod yes as I felt her body briefly go limp. I could tell this meant more to her than just a one night romp in the sack. Our gaze didn't falter as we made it to her doorway, and into her cozy bedroom. Lit by just a low nightlight, it cast a soft subtle glow to the large bedroom. With love and ease, I placed Sharon on her back as I crawled atop her with a deep soulful kiss. Our bodies joined together on her bed at long last as I lost all bearings... I could feel those large breasts pillow out below my chest, inducing a gasp of total narcosis. "God you're so beautiful, Christopher." She moaned, caressing my back with her eager fingertips. "Perfect." "No, you're perfect." I said with my lips pressed to her soft bare shoulder, appreciating the carnal sensation of my best friend's mother below me. God, this just felt so right. Both of us were in no rush whatsoever, as if we were already tuned to each other's essence and needs. With my tongue flat on Sharon's shoulder, I lazily lapped it crosswise, across her collarbone to suckle the nape of her neck. Her flesh tasted of salt and body lotion, yet I could care less as it was HER body, her flesh... her skin I loved tasting. "Ooooooooooooh," gasped Sharon. "So long since I've been kissed like that." I curled my lips to feed off of her, cherishing that the fact that is was me who she said those words to, and no other man. With both hands beneath her shoulders, our flesh shifted together in slow, tranquil gestures of romantic infatuation. "God, I can't believe this." She continued, squirming beneath me in repose. "I watched you grow up... watch you become a man." "Yeah." I urged, gliding my tongue up to her ear. "Who would have ever known we'd end up like this?" Sharon locked up in a series of shudders, jolting as if my words triggered something. I locked my arms in place as I lifted up to share another sensual kiss. I could tell Sharon liked hearing me talk like that, so I pressed on. "You were my dream girl all these years." I confessed. "Watched you when you least suspected it." "Oooooooooh fucking shit." Sharon cried out against my arm in one of those half cry-half screams before sinking her teeth into my bare skin. By now, my cock was stinging to be inside her... I had been slowly motioning my hips all the while, dry humping her glossy thigh. But now, I knew she was ready for me to seal the deal at long last. If being inside this glorious voluptuous woman was half as wonderful as making out and touching her was, then I was in for a divine outcome. United together in a dominant kiss, I reached below to hook Sharon's juicy thigh as I shifted my weight back... she knew exactly what my intent was and widened her legs for raw, unadulterated intercourse. With my cock in hand and her lips proudly on mine, I guided my flaming spear of life toward the mysterious, yet desired womb I had wondered about for nearly my entire life. I shivered, reminding myself just how unimaginable this moment was, and how far I had come since staring at Sharon with sexual eyes when I was 13. That brief, heated instant right before a man sinks his cock inside his woman has to be the most defining event in a man's life. Lust or greed drives most men; I was driven by pure need. This wasn't something I just wanted to "tag" or "bag". Conquering Sharon sexually, the mother of my deceased best friend, would culminate a lifelong ambition... on this night, with my motions and efforts, I would do all I could to show Sharon just what she meant to me, and how much I wanted her for all time. "Oh Chris." Whispered Sharon as I felt the radiating heat from her pussy bathe my cock. I collapsed just from the reality of it all hitting me. Regaining my determination, I lifted myself up, propping my weight on my left hand while my right clutched my cock, aiming it at the object of my ambitions. "Just let it happen." Assured Sharon as her hands graced my sweaty face. I had never seen the way she looked at me... she looked as if a teenager about to lose her virginity... a celestial vixen about to be cast off a thousand foot cliff. Her eyes and body said "yes", and that was all I needed to see. Looking down briefly, I motioned forward slightly as I watched the wide bulbous head slip between her darkened folds. I balked, locking up in that initial slip inside of my cock. She did too as I saw her lovely stomach compress. I took my right hand away, balancing myself atop her as we both watched the marvelous act of luscious intercourse. The sight of our bodies uniting in glorious love captivated both of us. "Look at that, my God." Uttered a weakened Sharon. "God Damn, you must be nine inches long." "You made me that way." I replied, sending a shiver through Sharon's bronzed flesh. "Ooooooooooh fuck yea." She answered, holding her breath as another three inches sank inside her flesh. My eyes clamped shut, aghast by the searing heat and wetness of this vixen's extraordinary pussy. I couldn't tell what was sexier... watching her pussy swallow my cock, or knowing it was a woman I had known since I was five years old allowing me to finally fuck her as a grown man, now her devoted equal. "Oooh my God, look at you disappear inside me, baby." Purred Sharon, raking her nails up and down my thighs and ass. "Sweet Jesus, you're not even halfway yet, fucking SHIT!" Sharon's head fell back to her pillow as the veins in her neck swelled. Her face turned as red as fire as I slowed my steady surge in. I knew I was too much for her to handle, at least at first, which I respectfully held back. Reaffirming my grip, I began to soothingly caress her silky hips, admiring the sexy suppleness of her ripe skin. I couldn't tell if Sharon was in pain or in sweet agonizing ecstasy, but I held off momentarily as I admired the intoxicating site of her tan buxom body. She let out a shrill that blasted all over the room, exploding her breath and all of the anguish from the past few days. Perhaps this was, I hoped, therapeutic for her... some good hot sex. Looking down to see her healthy sized breasts, I quickly smothered my face in her left tit, swallowing her entire areola into famished mouth. Stroking her nipple across my tongue and front teeth, Sharon's pleasure peaked once more, cradling my head to her bosom. "Ooooooooooooh fuck yea, baby." Hissed Sharon. "Feed from Mommy's tit, baby." Her words lit another fire within as I crooked my jaw as far as humanly possible, inhaling as much delicious breast as I could before renewing my scrupulous stabbing of Sharon's womb. It then hit me when she said "Mommy", what did she mean exactly? I brushed it off, overwhelmed by the blistering warmth of Sharon's pussy wrapped about my cock. I silently prayed I could last at least 30 minutes before cumming. I didn't want to blow early, and risk the chance of her regretting what we did. I knew the longer I held back and made love to her, the more of an impression I could make. But God almighty, those hips and thighs just begged for my cumm. This was gonna be tough, especially taking in all her lush buxom body illuminated by her low nightlight. And those delicious big tits... I glanced back down to see most of my length was inside her. Enlivened, I slurped at Sharon's mouth yet again, curling my hands under her shoulders to hold her steady. I made one long slow lunge, sinking all the way into her until I felt my sweaty groin squash her pubic hairs. Judging by her reactions, it was like looking at pure living art being created right in front of you. She held her breath as if in pain, but her misty eyes exuded pleasure throughout her gorgeous state. "Am I hurting you?" I quickly asked. "No," she replied with a faint hint of discomfort. "Just gimme a second to get used to you. God, you feel like you're in my stomach, baby." "I want to go deeper." I urged as I suckled my tongue in her ear. "Oh my baby." Sharon wailed as if freed from years of heartache. "God yes, God yes... so deep. So fucking deep, baby. Just stay like this for a second... just like this... inside me... deep." Both of us took our time in rejoicing in the fulfillment of our union. Kissing her full lips anew, we made out for what felt like an eternity. I could feel Sharon's inner muscles grip my cock at random. Each time she graced me with her clutches, I shuddered like I was bitter cold. "I'm in love with you, Sharon." I confessed. "Totally." "Ooooooooooooh fuck, baby." She responded, slowly drawing her syrupy thighs around my ass to seal me in even tighter. "You're so sweet." "I mean it," I cajoled. "I don't want this to be just a one night stand. I want this forever... to be inside of you, forever like this." Sharon held my face to hers as she delicately clutched my cock with her pussy muscles once more, but this time, her eyes held a much deeper sentiment to them. I could see she was visibly moved by my tender disclosure. We sat there, united in spirit, body, and mind as we swam in the other's eyes for an unknown amount of time. "You're the same age as my son." She replied with a tone of sadness. "That's right," I answered, slightly pushing in deeper as I sighed. "Is that wrong?" With total conviction and honesty, Sharon motioned her head no as she tilted up for a kiss. Her tongue glided inside my mouth as our flesh began to sway together. My hands reached down, promptly grasping her thick thighs as I pulled all the way out of her dripping womb... Sharon gave a slight moan/cry of sadness as I left her, yet it wasn't but a second later when I slid back inside, slicing through her like a hot knife through butter. She had adjusted to my length and girth, and I prayed she couldn't wait to really start fucking. "Oh my GOD you're so young you sexy ass man you." She exhaled; staring right at me with a hazy eyed, crazed look. "Fuck me really good, honey. Give Mommy what she needs." "Yea," I eagerly said, relishing the feel of her pussy and those thick glossy thighs. "Wanna fuck you so good... so deep." There was that whole "Mommy" thing again. I wasn't sure if I should pick up on her cue, but caution and care was at the wayside anyway as all that mattered was plunging myself as deep as humanly possible inside this ravenous busty woman. Planting my cock all the way in, I curled my toes to gain that extra inch of leverage, and hopefully depth... it worked. Sharon inhaled a drawn-out gale of air as I unceasingly sank inside her. Then a thought crossed my mind... what the hell? Endless Love "Oh, Mommy." I gasped, amazed by the damp lush flesh of Sharon's cunt. Sharon locked up in shock, clenching her fists while stroking my back and ass. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck yea, baby!!" Wow, I liked seeing that untamed reaction. It was like I set a raging beast loose. The veins and muscles in her neck swelled as she held her breath while clenching her teeth. All of that mixed in with the thin sheen of perspiration on her face made me even more proud that I was sharing this timeless act with her. "Oh fuck your mother hard, baby. " Sharon hissed. "You know how I want it, don't you?" "I always have." I retorted, picking up the tempo as our bodies began slapping together, echoing throughout the room in a glorious concerto of the purest sense. This role-play got the better of me, although I didn't quite understand it, I was willing to go along with it to get Sharon excited. Watching her eyes get blood red with unconstrained urgency took my breath away. I had never made any of the few girls I had slept with do this; reaching such an emotional climax within seconds of merely mentioning the word "mother" to our lovemaking. I gulped back my shock, revering the magnificent sounds of our flesh smacking together... all five of my senses were on sordid overload, and it was just a matter of time before my seed would be spilt. The thought of Sharon making me cumm was mind boggling to even grasp, let alone realize. Both my hands now gripped her glossy thighs while we sloppily kissed and tongued each other's chins, jaws, and faces. I muttered "Mother" a few times as Sharon lingered in her state of sheer ecstasy. My glazed cock pistoned in and out... in and out again and again with insatiable gusto. Our symmetrical rhythm shifted to a faster pace, as it was clear how Sharon wanted this. I lapped away at the salty sweat on the nape of her neck, reminding myself of all the years I stared at her mystical neckline... sometimes being the only skin I would see of hers for years. That memory alone was enough to fuel my dreams and fantasies... now I was lapping at it like a primitive animal in heat. "Can't believe... how... good you feel." Sharon cried, her voice wavering with each violent thrust. "Gonna cumm, mommy." I warned, carelessly gnawing her ear lobe. "Don't pull out," she commanded. "Don't you DARE pull out of me." God almighty, and to think all I ever heard before was girls telling me not to cumm inside them or get all freaked out by my orgasm. This one, shared with a woman of experience and grace, was giving me permission, actually TELLING me not to pull out. This time, no fear or guilt would be tagged to a magnificent orgasm... only pure raw need, just as it should be. Casting aside those fears, I really tore into Sharon. Lifting myself to my knees, I clung to those caramel thighs I dearly loved and bore down into her like a mad man. Her words kept echoing in my mind, all in her tone of assertive necessity; "Don't you DARE pull out of me." The way she said, "Dare"... the scolding, yet demanding inflection in her voice made me almost cry. Watching those big honeyed breasts wave back and forth, staring into her loving eyes sent me over the edge. I passed the point of no return and knew that Sharon's pussy would soon be welcoming the sperm of her biggest aficionado since he was five years old. Reminding myself of that fact did it... violent spasms began their massacre on my flesh, ripping me in half as resplendent orgasm took hold. Screaming out "Sharon... Mommy... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I locked up, paralyzed by the insanity of that blistering ecstasy of cumming inside a woman for the first time in my life. Sharon's legs wrapped around me, hooking her ankles behind my ass as her back lifted, putting her weight on her head with her hands clawing her lengthy tasseled hair, crying out in splintering magnificence. Sharon writhed below me as I think she too was cumming... her waist and stomach spasmed countless times as I did my best to keep my hold, now cupping her big sweet ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a long moan of an unearthly whine, groan and roar mixed together as Sharon's back relaxed... then bowed again, rupturing from her own orgasm. I must have been pouring gallons on boiling hot sperm into her because I was still cumming. Having never cumm inside a woman, I had to admit that it was the experience of a lifetime. Embracing my inner animal, I reached up with my right hand to grasp her neck, bringing her open mouth to mine for a blistering kiss to ultimately seal the deal. Sharon's primitive moans were muffled as my tongue openly swam in her mouth, still thrashing in and out of her. Her teeth came down on it before anchoring her legs deep into my flesh once more. I could tell she didn't want me leaving anytime soon, and I wasn't about to protest. Hell, if I could, I'd spend the rest of my natural life inside this angelic woman of purity and elegance... a woman who actually wanted my seed inside her. A few moments passed as our collective climaxes subsided. In the midst of our kiss, Sharon muttered "Stay inside me." I nodded yes, and kissed her again as I swam in the ocean of our shared and just realized passion. "They say the first minutes after a man cumms is when he's the most honest," She whispered, kissing my shoulder. "That you can tell if he regrets it or not." I responded by propping myself up on my elbows to gaze into her infinite eyes, still tucked all the way inside her. Stroking back the few strands of sweat soaked hair from her brow, I took in the gleaming "afterglow" of our lovemaking, admiring her lush beauty and rumpled appearance after sex. One last shudder of orgasm rocked me as I balked. "Oh my God," Sharon lowly replied. "You really do love me, don't you?" I nodded yes before resting my forehead to hers. I did love her, nevertheless enamored by the surreal fact that I had just fucked the living shit out of a woman so beautiful. "Oooh baby," Sharon gasped, quickly embracing me as her voice cracked. "I thought maybe you just wanted to see what it was like, then leave." "No, no, no." I reassured her with a flurry of delicate kisses. "You just have no idea how many years I've dreamed of you like this." Sharon pressed her mouth to mine as she motioned for us to roll over; getting on top while my cock was still safely tucked deep inside. We made out for some time as I got the opportunity to really feel every square inch of Sharon's succulent body. On her knees and hunched over allowed me full access to that buxom ass, all rounded out and slightly tight. My hands explored every square inch of her sweeping cheeks, tracing the deep warm cleave separating those two taut pumpkins of pure ripe ass. Sharon and I made love three more times, and at sunrise the next morning, we were side by side, watching the sunrise in each other's loving arms. It had been a blessed night of obtained fantasies and newly discovered love. The effects of alcohol were long gone as reality set in for us to contend with... what to do next. Sharon let me rest my head between her buxom chest as I drifted off to sleep, happier than I had ever been in my short eighteen years. I felt loved, and not at all guilty or regretful in the least bit. Around 5pm that day, I awoke by myself in Sharon's bed, flat on my stomach and still nude. Dazed by where I was, I thought that perhaps what took place was just another dream. Climbing out of bed, I quickly dressed to find no one in the house. It took me a few minutes to search, and was sad to find that Sharon had obviously left. I stayed for a couple of hours before realizing she wasn't coming back, so I grabbed my coat and walked out. I couldn't understand what had happened, and why Sharon didn't even leave me at least a note. I got home that day to the usual bullshit of my mom's bad mood, wondering where I was and why. Ignoring her as I made my way to the shower, all I could think about was if I had done something to upset or provoke Sharon. I just couldn't understand this sudden turn of events. That day evolved into two, developing into a week and into a month of no contact with Sharon whatsoever. I became infatuated with her, contending with the loss of her son and the gain of his mother as a lover. It was a mixed period of confusion, frustration, and anger over the whole thing. All I wanted to know was if I had done anything wrong. I went by her house, drove by her job, and called and called... never an answer or anything. One day, I finally asked the receptionist who answered the phone if Sharon was there, and she told me that she had taken a leave of absence, and was in Florida. (Mind you, this was in the last 80's when privacy wasn't that big of a deal.) Apparently, she had left the day after we made love, and hadn't been seen since. The confusion just got worse, and I was beside myself. Thankfully, the memories of our lovemaking were still intact, and provided me so many wonderful orgasms night after night. I would envision Sharon on her knees, letting me take her from behind... her ass all bowed and hurling back at me as I pounded her... another was me as a kid, seeing her for the first time and us fucking each other then. God, there were so many intense fantasies I still had yet to fulfill with her, and I felt robbed of what we could have had. Maybe if I has acted sooner... Flash forward to early April, almost seven weeks later, and I had reluctantly gone back to my psychotic girlfriend. Prom was just around the corner as was graduation, both of which seemed like empty victories without my best friend and his mother to help celebrate them with. My nightly drives past Sharon's empty house eventually stopped as did my calls and trips past her job to see if her car had by any slight chance had returned. Her disappearance began to seem as senseless as her son's death... empty and without any clear reason. Then, out of the clear blue, two days before my senior prom, I go up to my locker to find a sealed envelope taped to the door. It had my first initial written on it; "C" with a series of XOXO's below. Opening it up, I found a handwritten note in clear, elegant handwriting: "If you're interested in taking an old lady to your prom, I have the perfect dress. I'll be at the Pointe at 7 tonight if you want to talk about it. Love, Sharon." My heart nearly exploded there at my locker. It was only 11am, and it seemed like an eternity until 7pm. Finally after weeks of no contact and only my jerk offs to keep Sharon's memory alive, here she was putting love notes on my locker door like some high school chick. Stuffing the envelope in my back pocket, I somehow made it through the rest of the day with an extra kick in my step and a much bigger smile than before. Finally at 7 that night, I parked my car out by the Pointe (a favorite scenic lookout place in my hometown), and walked to the clearing that overlooked the beautiful river valley below. There, sitting alone at an isolated park bench was Sharon. Her hair was more blonde and longer, looking absolutely fantastic. She turned to see me, greeting me with a smile as she stood to embrace me. Taking her into my arms felt like a thousand victories of the greatest war ever waged. She had dropped a few pounds too, and looked and smelled absolutely wonderful. Her skin was much darker too, an indication that she had been in the sun for many long hours. Both of us were clearly moved by the romantic reunion. I couldn't even begin to attack her for abandoning me. I knew she needed some time to heal her wounds and time to make sure we didn't rush into anything. "I'm so sorry, Christopher." She started as I heard her emotions seep through her voice. "Its okay, you're here now." I replied. "I love you so much, Sharon." "Oooooooooooh baby," she answered. "I love you too. I love you too, my son." I sighed, welcoming her lush body back in the arms of the man she just confessed to loving. Slightly confused by the mother/son reference, I was by this point, careless about what she said, as long as she said she loved me, nothing else mattered. "I just needed time, baby." She said as we kissed each other in hurried gestures of happy affection. "I needed to make sure I was the woman you deserved." "You are, Sharon." I lovingly replied. "You're all I want in life. I want to be with you." Sharon let out a long sigh, as if a lifetime of joy had suddenly been bestowed upon her. I put my arms around the small of her waist, and picked her up, twirling her around in pure bliss. I loved this woman, and wanted her no matter what agony or pain I had to endure. In showing her my gratitude, I pressed my mouth to hers in a suggestive, forceful way, running my hands through her (now) golden tresses. "Do you want me?" she bid in her primal guttural tone in my ear. "God yes." I sighed in aroused relief. "Say it," she replied with a long deep kiss. "Tell me you want to make love to your mother." "I want to make love to my mother." I effortlessly voiced, caressing her jaw, running my open palms back around her head for another kiss. Sharon shuddered, almost losing her footing right there in my embrace. She growled "Oooooooooooooooh God." with a long sensual gasp before kissing her mouth to mine once more. "Right here?" she begged. "Anywhere for you." I breathlessly confessed. Taking my hand in hers, Sharon led me to some nearby underbrush a few feet away. Knowing that I would finally be inside her again made my heart soar beyond all known reality, back inside the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I couldn't believe the prowess Sharon was exhibiting. Here she was, guiding a young man to the woods to just to fuck, plain and simple. It seemed so appropriate to do since I felt so daring and primitive when I thought about making love to her, so it seemed ideal to take Sharon in the open air. Walking in front of me, Sharon gave me a remarkable view of her full backside, all tight and snug in a black miniskirt she had on. It was the same big ripened ass I had gazed at for so many years, now sheared in that tight fabric, something more risqué than her usual ultra-conservative attire. I had to admire the chock-full, spherical shape of those cheeks. Not flat or boring like some women her age, still full of vigor and promise. ? Reaching a small clearing inside the underbrush, Sharon turned to me as our fingers forcefully tangled together. It felt wonderful to finally be in her proximity at long last... to finally see her eyes once more, to relish her sensual intensity. She brought out so much within... a deeper sense of being, a higher purpose in intimacy. With Sharon, there was more to it than just saying I bagged her. I wanted to somehow mark her forever, to make her all mine. I wanted to do something to her to make sure she would be mine permanently. Tightening her grip on mine, Sharon bit her lower lip as a sly grin graced her face. "I thought about you fucking me the whole time in Florida." She uttered under her breath. "How good it felt when you came inside me." With commanding fervor, I brought her arms down by her side as I lunged for her lips, drawing in a long kiss before she backed away, still wanting to cast her intoxicating spell. "I love knowing I can make a stud like you cumm." She added. "I just wish we could have done this sooner." "Be my prom date, like you wrote in the note," I hissed between the wet slurps of our tongues and lips. "Wanna show the world you're mine." "Yea?" she came back, putting all of her weight against me. "Show everyone you can score the old ladies?" "More than that," I replied. "More, Sharon, more." "Oooooooooooooooooh Christopher." She cooed as she lifted her right leg up to brace against my thigh. My hands inherently ascended to her big sweet ass, sneaking below her skirt to stroke her lush velvety cheeks. The tactile reality of her soft buxom flesh stoked the flames of my being; turning Sharon around as both my palms bore down on her ass. Hoisting her body in my arms, Sharon swept up to wrap her legs around my waist in a quick fluid gesture while our mouths preserved our loving kiss. I felt rescued by Sharon's acts, erasing the months spent apart. Savoring this woman's saliva, her tongue glided within my mouth, curling and slithering about. Pulling out my tucked in shirt, Sharon really got into it. Setting her back down, I forced the jacket off her shoulders, carelessly tossing it away as I then attacked her blouse, nearly ripping from off her chest. "Oh fuck." She uttered with her lips meshed to mine. Without warning, Sharon fell to her knees while loosening my belt. I knew what was hopefully coming, standing still for what I prayed she would do next... suck my boiling cock. My jeans and briefs had never come off faster, and it seemed that within a flash, my stone hard cock had disappeared into her mouth. My entire body buckled before crying out in agonizing joy. There's nothing better than that initial sensation of a hot wet mouth on your cock, and knowing Sharon was suckling from it made it that more special. I couldn't believe how ravenous she was, acting like a starved animal in the wild feeding on essential nourishment. Looking down, all I saw was her lovely blonde hair pressed to my groin. Closing my eyes, I had to reassure myself that this was Sharon, the mother of my best friend. This wasn't a fantasy or dream... this was incredibly real. Before Sharon, most of my girlfriends sucked my cock as if it was a chore or bothersome. Not with Sharon... she clearly loved this act, and did all she could to ingest my thick rod down her throat. I felt her dripping tongue roll about, caressing the underside of my shaft, thrashing about repeatedly. My eyes bulged from my skull as I held my breath... that blew my mind. No one had ever done this to me, and it was beyond all pleasure I had ever experienced. My fingertips fondled her head as her low crude moans rumbled throughout my crotch. I pulled back her soft auburn tresses to see her caved in cheeks and her dripping lips circled at the base of my cock, twitching and spindling to get more of my cock inside. I had never seen anything quite like it. "God, this is so beautiful," I managed to whimper. "Look at you... look at this." I fought back the scream that was fighting to breakout. Instead, I cried out a soft, gurgling moan. Sharon's sleek tongue licked the swollen head of my penis, poking and probing at the hole in its tip before twirling around my sensitive tip. She didn't take more than the head into her mouth as she gently sucked on it and began to slowly, yet lovingly pump her hand up and down my thick shaft. "This is Sharon sucking my cock." I reminded myself, recalling all the years of watching, inspecting, and scrutinizing her fantastic buxom flesh. I began bucking; losing my footing as Sharon's hands forcefully clutched my torso and ass to keep me place. The realization was too much to endure... this woman, this angel and vixen of sexuality was finally where I wanted her for so long. A series of slow sideways laps on the underside of my cock brought that reality home once more. To hear her cocksucking slurps fuse with her low untamed groans mad me light-headed. I clinched her skull as she lovingly summoned the seed from the deepest regions of my testicles. I gave up, letting my orgasm ascend to its beautiful crest. I thrust against her face like a crazed demon, lunging and crying her name over and over. Looking down one last time, I saw nothing but her nose pressed to my pubes... my cock had vanished, and that's when I screamed my shock and disbelief out for the entire world to hear. Sharon didn't budge, and knowing she was going to swallow my sperm made my orgasm that more sensual.