0 comments/ 58244 views/ 3 favorites My Lucky Day By: Rod Masters 'Yea Peachy, that's it, long, slow strokes. Keep nibbling on my huge cock. Oh baby don't slow down, I'm about ready to fill your sweet mouth with a big load of hot, creamy cum.' "Bam! Bam! Bam!" Such a delicious dream interrupted by the sounds of pounding on the door. It's my mother, "Sweetie, your dad and I have to leave for that wedding out of town, please get out of bed and get the grass cut. We won't be home until late this evening. There's plenty of food in the fridge. Have a nice day!" "Sure mom," I say. But the lawn will have to wait; this hardon has to take priority. I head into the bathroom for a quick hand job. I pull off my underwear, grab a bottle of baby oil and proceed to lube the tool with the oil and go at it hot and heavy. I close my eyes and fantasize once again about Ms. Peachy riding my cock, those totally tantalizing tits, swaying like the Tacoma Narrows Suspension Bridge just before it fell into Puget Sound. She has been my inspiration for many a morning jack-off session since our wild fuck fest. Whoever said the mind is the most incredible erogenous zone sure knew what they were talking about. I love to imagine Ms. Peachy showing up at any time I wish. I turn my head as I hear the shower curtain being pulled back and there she is, completely naked except for a towel wrapped around her hair. Without missing a stroke I turn and stare at a those magnificent mammaries, then lower my gaze to her narrow waist and then to her juicy pussy. I say something stupid like, "Nice to see you again." She looks down at my cock and says, "It looks like you're very glad to see me too!" She walks over to me, drops to her knees and takes my cock from my hands and says, "Let me take care of this for you puddin." I look down to watch Ms. Peachy at work. She forms an O with her thumb and forefinger then slides them around my cock. She strokes it slow and easy, watching it as it grows to full length. She then kisses and nips the head. She flicks her tongue against my cock running it round the head, then stroking up and down its length. She then pulls back on the head, forcing the tip to open up then probing for the first signs of precum oozing out. I start to shake and feel as if I am going to explode. It takes all the concentration I had to hold off. Finally she starts mouth fucking my cock. Slowly at first then she increases her speed faster and faster until my cock throbs with anticipation. I try to hold back but that only makes it worse. I feel my stomach quivering and my balls rumbling. Finally I can't hold it any longer. I grab her head and stuff my cock deep into her mouth. My hips begin a rapid thrusting in and out and within a few seconds I shoot load after load of hot, creamy cum down her throat. She can't handle my copious cum as a steady stream of the luscious white cream rolls out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. I let go of her head and she continues to suck me dry. She holds my cock in her mouth and looks up at me so I can see my cum slithering down her chin and coating her tits. She lets my cock drop from her mouth then uses her finger to gather up all the cum from her face. Making sure I am watching, she swallows every drop then stands up very slowly. She gives me a deep kiss and I can taste my own cum as she shoves her tongue deep into my mouth. As I open my eyes I see streaks of cum slithering down the bathroom mirror. 'Damn Ms. Peachy, you've done it again.' After taking care of things in the bathroom I realize I better get going on the lawn before it gets too hot. I get dressed, wearing just my tennis shoes and a pair of baggy cutoffs that are bordering on obscenely short. I pay the price of my having slept in. It's already very hot and before long I am drenched in sweat but enjoying the feel of the sun on my body. I just finished mowing the front yard and was pushing the mower towards the garage when I heard a car nearby. Looking around, I spotted a new Cadillac just managing to coast up to the curb in front of the house before coming to a halt. I see the driver look around several times, before finally stepping outside and slamming the door. As I start to walk over and see if I could help, I made eye contact with the driver. She was an older woman, maybe 50-ish, her hair up in a bun, wearing glasses, and very nicely dressed in a white blouse, gray skirt, navy blazer and heels. She saw me coming over, walked towards me and said, "Are you the lawn boy here young man?" "Well you could say that," I said with a smile, "I live here with my parents." "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just thought…." she stammered looking up and down at my attire, or lack thereof. She seemed to pause for a long time at staring at my cutoffs then said, "Well, as you can see my car has broken down. If I could use your telephone to call the garage I'd really appreciate it." "Of course," I replied, "please come inside." I walked to the front door, opened it and stepped aside. As she passed me I smelled her delicious perfume, and couldn’t help but notice that, despite her conservative attire, she was quite attractive. It was hard to tell what she looked like under those clothes but she seemed to be in fine shape for an "older woman." I showed her into the living room and pointed to the phone on the end table saying, "There's the phone, would you like some water?" "Why thank you young man," she replied, "That would be very nice of you." "Excuse me then," I said, "I'll be right back." I went to the kitchen poured two glasses of water and returned to the living room just as she was putting the phone down. "Well," I said, "what's the verdict." "They say they are backed up right now," as she turned back towards me, "it'll be at least an hour." I was standing just a few feet in front of her and as she turned her gaze once again was fixed on my cutoffs. Her lower jaw dropped a bit and after a few seconds she seemed to gulp. She then looked up at me with a smile and said, "Oh sorry. It must have been pretty hot out there, you seem to be soaked to the bone." "Well, yes it was," I replied feeling a bit uneasy, "perhaps I should go shower…." Before I could finish she said with a raised voice, "No! Please. No! I mean, really, it isn't necessary." "OK," I said holding out one of the water glasses, "your water?" "Oh yes, thanks," she said. As she reached out for the water her fingers touched mine. She looked down and, once again as if drawn by a magnet, her attention was focused on my cutoffs. She held her hand over mine as her jaw once again dropped. Her look was getting to me and I could feel my cock harden. Finally I said, "do these cutoffs bother you?" "No," she immediately replied, "I just can't get over how…. How short they are!" With a grin I responded, "Well, I like to be comfortable and cool when I'm working in the yard. Don't you?" She didn't respond, just sat there staring. The more she stared the more aroused I became. Looking down, I realized she could easily view a long, thick bulge pushing against my cutoffs. 'Shit,' I thought, 'what a time to get a boner.' She seemed to grip my hand harder now and I noticed her breathing becoming more pronounced. Feeling a sudden rush of cool air, I looked down to see that the tip of my cock was slipping out of my cutoffs into plain sight. "Oh my lord," she said, "It's very warm in here isn't it?" I replied, "Maybe you'd be cooler if you took off your coat?" "Yes, I think you're right," she replied her eyes still glued to my cutoffs. She took the glass of water set it on the end table then, arching her shoulders back and chest forward, slid her jacket off. The motion made it perfectly clear that, despite being buttoned up to her neck, the sheer white blouse did little to hide the fact that this older babe possessed huge hooters. Licking my lips I said, "Maybe you'd be more comfortable if you undid that top button?" As if she was acting under hypnosis, she nodded her head up and down as she did as I had asked. The sight of her copious cleavage caused my body to shudder and cock to throb. Her mouth was wide open now as several inches of cock pushed through the bottom of my cutoffs. In almost a whisper she exclaimed, "Oh…… my…… god!" Feeling more confident I put my hands behind my head and began to slowly sway my hips in a circular motion causing my cock to move back and forth like the pendulum on a grandfather clock. Her eyes widened like saucers and her mouth was fully open as she leaned in even closer. After a minute or two, I asked, "Would you like to take off my cutoffs?" She quickly replied, "Oh my, yes!" She unsnapped my cutoffs and pulled down the zipper. She slid her fingers inside the waist then quickly pushed them down. Unencumbered, my pecker sprung upward, bobbing up and down like a flag in the wind. She stared at it now as if she'd never seen a cock in her life. By concentrating I was able to cause it to continue to sway back and forth. I was really enjoying putting on a show for her. I know she was too because I could hear her breathing even harder now and could see her chest rising and falling. Her deep breaths caused her to fill out her blouse, putting a strain on the buttons. "Go ahead, give it a few strokes for me. I bet you can make it big and hard," I told her. "Oh yes," she replied, "I'd love to." She reached out and wrapped her hand around my the head of my cock, squeezing it tightly. She then began to slowly pump it up and down. She seemed mesmerized by the sight, moving her head inches away as she watched my cock grow right before her eyes. I could feel my legs becoming wobbly as she continued to slowly and methodically stroke my cock. She then looked up at me and said, "Young man, it's been a long time since I've seen such a fine-looking creature. I love the feel of it in my hand, and I do believe I see some cream leaking from the tip." "Why don't you go ahead and lick it," I said. "Thanks, I thought you'd never ask," she said with a smile. "Maybe you should lay down on this sofa. I think you'd be more comfortable." "I do believe you're right," I replied. I sat down on the sofa then laid back, swinging one leg over the top while leaving the other on the floor. I grabbed my cock, looked up at her and said, "I'm ready when you are. This cock needs a good licking." "Oh don't worry it'll get a really good licking," she replied. She slipped her shoes off her feet and took off her glasses, setting them down on the end table. With her eyes riveted on my cock, she reached behind her head and unfastened her hair. She bent forward and shook her head so that her hair spilled out of the bun and over her face. She then threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She looked so sexy now without her glasses and her hair in that bun. As she knelt down between my legs I could see her lick her lips. She reached over, wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a few pumps. "This cock is begging for some attention all right," she said. I arched my hips causing my cock to slide through her hand and said, "Yea, lick it baby, lick it good!" She intertwined her fingers, cupping both her hands together and slid them down over my cock. I pushed my hips forward again, fucking her hands as if they were a nice tight pussy. She watched my cock intently as it slid through her hands. I could feel it throbbing when she began to squeeze it harder and pump her hands up and down. She looked closely into the open tip, pleased to see the gleam of a large drop of my pre-cum beginning to ooze from it, and with her fingertip, she spread it around. I groaned as I felt her touch my now super-sensitive head. She again began to work my cock in that incredibly provocative up and down motion. Once again precum began to dribble from my cock. She saw it and quickly moved her head forward. Just as a big drop of precum was about to roll off my cock, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and lapped it up with long broad strokes like she was licking a popsicle. Her tongue darted around the head of my cock, licking up the rest of the precum. She then squeezed the head, causing the tip to open and reveal another pearly drop of nectar, which she quickly devoured. Looking up at me she licked her lips and said, "Mmmm, tasty!" Eyeing my cock, she formed an O with her mouth and slipped it inside. The feelings coursing through my body were exquisite as her tongue began to dance up and down my prick. With a squeal of joy, I arched my body upward, forcing my hard cock deep inside her mouth. A split second later I heard her groan as the head banged against the back of her throat. It felt as if my cock were in a hot tub of water as her lips surrounded its thick base, and in utter amazement, I realized that she had taken the entire length of my cock into her luscious mouth. I then felt her tongue swirling around and around the whole length of my prick. Her head bobbed up and down, and periodically she pulled her mouth off my cock and slowly, methodically pumped it with her hand while watching it throb from a few inches away. She continued this process, deep-throating then pumping, for some time. With her free hand she reached down, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand. She then began to knead them like a pair of large dice. The way she worked my cock and balls was driving my wild! She looked up at me and said, "Well, how am I doing honey? I'm a bit rusty here but it's all starting to come back to me now." I looked down at her and replied, "You're doing fabulous, don’t stop now!" "Oh don’t worry," she said, "I'm not about to stop. I've still got some tricks up my sleeve." She pulled my cock up by the head and pressed it against my stomach so that balls were right in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out wide and began lapping my balls with broad flat strokes of her tongue. I could feel her licking from the base of my balls all the way up the length of my cock. Every few strokes she would pull back a bit and blow on my balls! I closed my eyes and reveled in the exquisite sensations as my cock throbbed with anticipation. I felt her stop for a minute and opened my eyes to see her reach into her water glass and remove a piece of ice. She saw me and said, "I'd like you to do me a favor sweetie. Slide over to the edge of the sofa cushion here. Then grab the back of your legs and hold them for me. Then lay back. Be sure to close your eyes now, I don’t want to spoil the surprise." "Ah, ah," I stammered, "ok sure." I did as she said and closed my eyes thinking, "What on earth does she have in mind?' With my legs pulled back and spread wide, I felt drops of cold water dripping onto my balls. "Yeow, that’s cold!" I yelled. "Now, don’t be a wuss sweetie," she said, "Trust me, you'll love it." I nodded and laid back. As more drops began to coat my balls, I felt her lick the water up while alternately sucking on one of my balls and then the other. I then felt a coldness as she used her fingers to rub the ice over my balls. She lifted my balls up and then, to my surprise, she dragged the ice along by butt. She then stopped with the ice in contact with my asshole. I felt her move it gently back and forth and thought to myself, 'What on earth is she going to do?' I quickly found out as, with a push of her index finger, she shoved the ice right up my ass! The sensation of the ice in my ass was incredible. With her finger still buried up to her palm, she leaned over and took my cock between her lips and swallowed it. Then she grabbed my balls with her free hand and resumed her dice-rolling. I couldn't believe the triple assault that this seemingly conservative older woman was unleashing on my body. In juvenile fashion I exclaimed, "Mannnnn! Awesome!" I could hear her mumble something in reply. Soon she began moving her head back and forth on my cock, pulling back to where the head was barely in her mouth then plunging back down taking me to the hilt. She began to move her finger up and down in my ass in unison with her cock-sucking while constantly massaging my nuts. I simply could not believe how erotic this woman was. She manipulated my balls with flautal dexterity, while the contrast between the icy wet coldness of her finger and the ice in my ass and her hot wet mouth on my cock was incredible. I thrust my hips upward pushing my cock deep inside her mouth then fell back burying her finger in my ass up to her palm. Then suddenly she stopped. I opened my eyes and saw her standing there in front of the sofa. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. With a shrug of each shoulder she removed it then reached up and gave those hanging hooters a squeeze saying, "its so damn good to get rid of that bra." I just laid there with my mouth wide open as she took a titantic tit in each hand and rubbed them in opposite circular motions. She then unbuttoned her skirt, pulled down the zipper and pushed it to the floor. In a flash her panties joined the skirt. She looked at me and said, "This pussy is begging for some attention young man." In utter shock I laid there, my mouth even wider open than before. She then walked to the edge of the sofa, put one leg across my body straddling me and slowly began to lower herself towards my face. Finally I awoke from my stupor. Looking up in delight at the juicy pussy before me, I reached around grabbing her ass and pulling her down towards me. I run my tongue along her thigh until I reached her pussy then slid it up one side and down the other. I then ran my tongue up inside from bottom to top. Slithering between her lips, she moaned a loud "Oh fuck!" as I found her clit. I then flicked my tongue back and forth until I could feel it responding to my touch. Opening my mouth slightly I took her clit between my lips and began stroking it. I then sucked it inside my mouth and began bathing it with my tongue and feeling it becoming harder. I could hear her breathing increasing. With my hands kneading her ample ass, I pulled her down tight against me while driving my tongue as deep as I could into her tight twat. She took my ears like reins and pulled herself even tighter against my face. She began to move her hips in small circles, rotating her pussy around my face and forcing my tongue even deeper inside. I could feel her juices begin to coat my lips and chin as she moved faster and faster. My tongue moved like a bear's in a beehive going after her honey. The next thing I knew she climbed off her perch and was jacking my cock. "I've got to have this inside of me!" she exclaimed. After a few strokes it was really hard and I could see a drop of precum glistening at the tip. With one hand on my chest and the other squeezing my cock, she swung her leg over me and held my cock straight up in the air as she lined it up with her pussy. Slowly lowering herself, I watched in awe as the tip of my cock ever so slowly slipped inside her dripping pussy. She released my cock and, with both hands on my chest, her hips slowly and carefully descended lower onto my waiting cock. The lips of her pussy stretched wide as my throbbing cock slipped inside. Her pussy was already steaming with her wetness, as I felt her muscles squeezing the head of my cock, nibbling it like a fish. It felt like she was inhaling my cock, sucking me in deeper and deeper into the depths of her tight twat. I looked up at her face, amazed at her expression as she concentrated on working me deeper. Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back, a look of complete ecstasy on her face as she concentrated on the feelings coursing through her body. Her arms on my chest caused those major melons of hers to stand out proudly. I reached up, took one in each hand, and began squeezing each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I felt her nipples respond to my touch, she leaned over more until they reached my chest. I moved my hands down to her ass and kneaded that firm flesh as she began to drag her tits across my chest, up and down, then side to side. I could feel her nipples scraping against my chest as she moved. My Lucky Day Her breathing increased now as she began to move ass up and down faster and faster while continuing to apply her vise-like grip to my cock. I felt like I was attached to a mechanical milking machine. As she allowed herself to drop down on my prick, I thrust my hips upward, causing her to grunt when she felt my cock drive deep into her. I humped, pummeled, pushed, twisted and turned to every bit of my ability as her hot, wet pussy gripped every inch of my cock, her juices running down my cock and coating my bloated balls. I knew that if this kept up, I would have absolutely no control over my orgasm. I wanted it to last for hours, even days, but at this rate it would be any minute. I sensed by her breathing and moaning that she was close too. The room was filled with the hot sounds of our fucking. She began riding up and down, faster and faster, raising her butt to a height until only the very tip of my cock remained in her, and then plunging down as our bodies slammed against one another. Suddenly her movement stopped and her body shuddered in a violent orgasm, "Ohhh!" she cried, "Yessssssss!" One orgasm after another came over her. With each climactic moment, her grip on my throbbing cock increased immensely. Her body shook with spasm after spasm causing her bodacious boobs to bobble back and forth. As I felt the cum churning in my balls, I began wildly thrusting up and down, driving my cock in and out and in and out of her hot, saturated twat. I held off until the very last moment but then I felt the surge of my juice spurt through my scrotum, headed for the tip of my cock. As I yelled aloud, wave after wave of hot, creamy cum spewed from my cock, mixing with her own copious juice. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, I felt the last dribble of cum seep from my cock. Even though I was wiped out, she continued to shutter and shake as her orgasms ever so slowly subsided. Finally spent, she collapsed atop me as nothing but the sounds of our breathing filled the room. After a few minutes, she got up, picked up her clothes and gave me a questioning look. "First door on the right down the hall," I said. "Thanks," she replied. About ten minutes later she returned, her conservative attire and looks returned to their original state. She walked up to me and says, "Well young man, I want to thank you for one fabulous fuck!" "Oh it's I who should be thanking you mam," I reply. "Is the tow truck here?" I ask. "Well there isn't going to be any tow truck, since there's nothing wrong with my car," she says. With a look of complete surprise I ask, "But, but, what's the story?" "I just decided that I absolutely had to get laid today," she said, "and you out there in just those minuscule cut-offs. Why how could I resist? So I just turned off the engine and coasted up." "Just my lucky day then huh?" I said. "Oh mine too young man, mine too," she replied with a smile while walking to the door. "You keep an eye out next time you're mowing your lawn, you never know who may stop by." As I open the door I said, "you can be sure I will. And by the way, I usually cut the grass on Fridays." Walking down the driveway she looks back and says, "Oh do you now." As she drives away I say to myself, "Wow, what a summer!" My Lucky Day My wife had gone to work, dropping the kids at school on her way. I had the day off work. I had finished my coffee and the morning papers and thought it was about time to do something rather than sit around watching TV so I headed upstairs to shower. Well, you know how it is, your in the shower and memories of last nights wild sex on the dining table comes to mind and before I realised it I was stroking a massive hard-on. Just then I heard the doorbell, wrapping a towel around my waist and putting on my robe I dashed downstairs and opened the door. Standing there on the doorstep was the cutest post woman I have ever seen. If I had to guess her age I would say about 24 or 25, dark brown shoulder length hair, deep green eyes and lips that looked like they could suck an orange through a hose pipe! I couldn't see her body properly under her bulky jacket but it looked good. I saw her looking at my wet hair and open robe, I could feel my cock starting to stir underneath my towel and I knew if I wasn't careful I would be stood on the doorstep with my dick poking out. She told me she had a parcel that needed signing for, I asked her to step inside whilst I found a pen. I went through to the kitchen and she followed, placing the parcel on the worktop. As I leaned over to sign her card I felt her behind me and a hand come around my waist and slip inside my towel, her cold hand on my hot cock felt fantastic and I nearly blew my load straight away. I looked up, out of the kitchen window just in time to see Maria our window cleaner come through the back gate with her ladder. I pretended to be busy with the parcel and waved to her as she smiled. The post woman was still stroking my cock as she noticed Maria climbing her ladder outside the kitchen window. I quickly turned around and unfastened the post woman's jacket, I was not disappointed. She had an impressive pair of tits straining all the buttons on her tight shirt. I unbuttoned her shirt and bra and licked the left nipple of the pair of 38e's. I slipped my hand down her trousers and sank my finger in to her hairless pussy. She was wet enough to fuck, I began rubbing her clit and I could feel her knees buckling. She reached back to steady herself, arching her back and thrusting her tits into my face. I continued rubbing her clit and nibbling gently on her nipples, her hand came back up to my cock and started stroking again. The head oozing pre-cum she rubbed it all over my shaft. I looked up and saw Maria had quietly let herself in through the backdoor, she put her finger to her lips to indicate I should not let the post woman know she was watching. Her hand was inside her jeans and she was frantically rubbing her pussy, her other hand was pinching her nipples through her t-shirt. She quietly approached and slipped her hand up the post woman's stomach and caressed her right tit. The post woman straightened up with a look of disbelief on her face and Maria pounced and kissed her firmly forcing her tongue inside her mouth. With two pairs of hands paying attention to the post woman's tit's and pussy she let out a little whimper of pleasure. I knelt in front of the post woman and helped her slip her trousers and panties of. Then I buried my face in her dripping pussy and ran my tongue over her clitoris, I could feel her pushing herself in to my face as I slipped my tongue into her. I looked across and saw the post woman's hand rubbing the outside of Maria's jeans and within seconds Maria's jeans were round her knees and two of the post woman's fingers were pumping in and out of Maria. I transferred my attention to Maria's pussy and licked her clit as the post woman continued to finger fuck Maria, I continued to rub the post woman's clit as she came all over my hand. I increased my efforts and soon had Maria's sweet juices exploding in my face as I lapped hungrily at her dripping pussy. I stood and looked at the wonderful site of two semi-naked women in my kitchen enjoying a post orgasmic high. I must have looked quite a sight with my cock, dripping pre-cum, poking out of the towel. As if synchronised the both reached out, Maria wrapping her hand around my shaft, post woman cupping my balls. They both knelt and began taking it in turns sucking my cock. Maria gently taking first one ball then the other into her warm mouth. Explaining that I was close to cumming I helped them both stand and brace themselves against the kitchen table. Standing behind Maria I slipped my cock in to her and after a few strokes pulled out and slipped in to the post lady. Alternating between the two I could take a few seconds between pussy's to make myself last a little longer. I noticed that they were both eagerly rubbing their clits as I slipped in and out of them. I felt the familiar feeling in my balls and as I started cumming I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over their arses. Both women orgasmed and slumped over the table as I stood there admiring the sight of the two beautiful women bent over with my cum running down their arse cheeks. Without a word the post woman stood, pulled on her trousers, fastened her jacket and walked out. Maria hung around for while longer, but what happened will have to wait for another day! My Lucky Day I'd been having problems over young Grant for some time, in fact almost since the first time my son Reg brought him home to play video games. I mean, a woman can tell when a guy is getting horny over her, especially a young guy because they're not so good at hiding it. Of course I'd heard that young guys like getting it on with older women, but at first I didn't really believe that Grant could possibly fancy me, a forty year old woman. In the end I had to believe it because he kept hanging around me looking like a hungry puppy dog and I could see his erection trying to escape from his pants. As you can imagine I enjoyed the effect I had one Grant, and what woman wouldn't if like me she was stuck in marriage that had long since lost any passion? I think that what really got to me was that Grant was such a nice looking but shy boy, well young man really because he was nineteen, and I could see the struggle he was having trying to keep his eyes off me, and failing. If I looked at him his face would flush and he'd glance down at the floor. I think it was partly his awkwardness that roused the maternal instinct in me, but it wasn't the only instinct it aroused. It got to the point where I only had to think of Grant and my vagina was in full flood and the tops of my inner thighs were uncomfortably wet. The problem was that whenever young Grant visited, and he came calling quite often, either my son Bruce or his dad was around, and often both were around. Had they not been around I could guarantee that Grant would have left the house a lot happier than when he arrived. Come to think of it, I'd be a lot happier too. I used to think, "God what wouldn't I give to have that boy's hot penis inside my vagina just once, spurting his young cum into me instead of the miserable dribble I got about once a month from husband Don." It was a bit like waiting for a bus that never seemed to arrive, but then one Saturday I struck lucky. I was going drearily about the routine jobs in the kitchen – everything seemed to be routine those days – when there was a knock on the back door. I called out "Who is it," and a voice answered, "Grant." "Come in," I said, and in he walked. "Er is...er...is Bruce around?" he asked diffidently. "No," I replied, "He's gone to look at second hand cars with his dad. We've decided it's time he had wheels." Grant seemed to hesitate before he said, "Oh, well, I suppose I'd better be on my way." "Got something on, have you?" I asked. "No...no...nothing in particular." "Then why don't you stay for a while; we can have a chat." "Oh, I er...er...I don't want to interrupt, not if you're busy," he mumbled. I could already see the now familiar lump in the region of his groin, and I could also feel my familiar response to it, but I decided not to rush things because having a middle aged woman coming on strong might be a bit scary, even when you do fancy her. "Sit down," I said, "was there something particular you wanted to see Bruce about?" He sat down on a kitchen chair and said, "Oh no, I just thought I'd drop in and say hello." I knew damned well he hadn't really come to see Bruce, he'd come to get another eyeful of me in the hope he could get a look down my cleavage. I usually made sure he got a good look plus a view of the tops of my thighs if I was wearing a short skirt. It happened to be a warm day and that morning and by chance I'd made a happy choice; I was wearing a very short skirt with a loose shirt with several buttons undone so he got a good view of my female assets. Being the way he was I new I had to play it low key, so I sat down near him and said, "Well, here we are." "Er yes," he replied, "her-here we are." "Those two will probably be gone all day, knowing what men are like over cars. I thought I was going to be alone all day, but then you turned up." "I...ah...yes, I ter-turned up." "This is the first time we've ever been alone together isn't?" I asked. "Is it...er...I mer-mean, yer-yes I think it is." The poor boy, I could see all too clearly what he wanted to do, but he didn't know how to go about it, not like the old roués who eyed me off in the street, or those grotty mates of Don he brought home to have a beer and play cards. I decided to take a slightly bolder approach and said, "You know Grant, I'm very fond of you." I saw his face flush and he did his habitual look down at the floor. "Oh, der-do yer-you...I mer-mean are yer-you?" "Yes," I replied, "very fond." I gave my skirt a hitch up to make sure he got a good view of my panties as he looked up at me and said in a hoarse whisper, "And I'm ver-very fer-fond of you." I think he wanted to look down at the floor again, but he couldn't drag his eyes away from my panties, and so I opened my legs a bit more to give him a better view. "Well," I said, "I suppose that makes us friends." "Yer-yes, I ser-suppose it der-does...I mean yes it...it..." His voice trailed away as I put my hand over his and said, "I'd like us to be very good friends, would you like that?" I could see he was trembling so I leaned forward so that the top of my shirt flopped open to reveal more of my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra – I don't usually wear one because I don't need to – and I could see his eyes refocus from my panties to my breasts. I knew I was torturing him and I really did feel sorry for him because he was in such a state as he stuttered, "I...I...very good...yer-yes I'd ler-like er...that." I have to add that I was inflicting torture on myself as well. I was struggling a bit by then, I mean, most young guys his age would have had my panties off by now, and I'd be on the kitchen floor with them pumping their seed into me, but Grant's sexual timidity seemed to make him all the sweeter. The odd thing was that from things Bruce had said I knew that Grant wasn't entirely without sexual experience; at high school he'd apparently been quite popular with the girls who had been only too willing to drop their knickers for him. Bruce in his crude way – I'm afraid he takes after his father in that respect – said that Grant had a "big tool," and that was why the girls chased after him. For a moment my confidence wavered. Was Grant's reticence with me due to my age? Had I been mistaken all along, and he really didn't fancy a woman my age, or just me in particular? But no, I couldn't have been mistake, the signals almost from day one had been too clear, and so I plunged on. "If we're going to be very good friends," I said, "I suppose we'll do what very good friends do for each other." "Yer-yes, I ser-suppose ser-so...er...what?" I was getting a bit shaky myself and so trying to steady my voice I said, "Oh, you know, look out for each other, helping each other out, wanting to make each other...er...happy." I was starting to feel I couldn't stand much more of this. My vagina was saturated and my clitoris had that ticking sensation, and my whole body seemed to be screaming, "I need fucking...I need fucking." I took the chance, if it sent him running from the house so be it, but I had to get it over with. I laid my hand on his penis and said, "I know how I could make you happy." That did it. He looked down at my hand and then he looked up into my eyes and said almost inaudibly, "Oh yer...yes...I love you Jenny...I love you." Love I hadn't counted on; lust yes, but not love. It had me confused for a moment, but then I thought that love was probably a bonus and it would turn a sexual intercourse with him into love making and not simply fucking. Right or wrong, that was how I reasoned, insofar as I could reason at that stage. It was all the way now, and so saying, "I know what you've wanted to see for a long time," and I undid the rest of my shirt buttons and let him see my breasts. There was a long pause as he gazed at them and then he gasped what any woman would love to hear, "Oh Jenny, they're so beautiful." I hitched my chair closer to him and said, "Why don't you touch them?" and to make sure he did I took his hand and placed it on one of my breasts and pressed his fingers over it. "There," I said, "is that what you've wanted to feel?" "Yes," he breathed. He didn't squeeze it or try to screw my nipple off like Don had in earlier days; he just gently stroked it from its base to the nipple. It was such a lovely sensation that I thought, "This boy really does love me," and I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that I loved him. I put my hand under my other breast and extended its nipple towards him saying, "Suck me Grant." He didn't need a second invitation, my nipple was in his mouth, in fact he'd taken as much of my breast into his mouth as he could, and was sucking greedily. I couldn't help comparing Grant with Don, and I was tensing up waiting for it to happen. Back in the early days of our marriage Don had the habit of sinking his teeth into my nipples making me shriek with pain. Often my nipples were left bruised and sore, and I thought that all men were like that over nipples; but not so with Grant, and as he gently sucked my nipple and stroked my breast I felt waves of love flow through me. I managed to undo the front of his trousers and pushing down his underpants I took hold on his penis and started to stroke it – not too fast because I didn't want him to come until I had that beautiful manhood in my womanhood. It was warm and seemed to pulsate in my hand and I could feel his sticky precum coating its head and starting to drip down its shaft. Bruce had been right, it was big, or at least I thought it was, because I'd only ever known Don's penis and Grant's was certainly bigger than that. I was getting beyond the point of no return myself, and so, with some difficulty, I separated my breasts from Grant's loving attention and standing I said, "I think we'd better strip off." Grant suddenly looked doubtful and he said agitatedly, "Bruce and his dad, they might..." I cut that one off saying soothingly, "No, no, they won't be home for a long time yet, we've got plenty of time." But Grant wasn't finished. "Suppose they find out?" "Darling," I replied still in my soothing voice, "this is between you and me and they need never know." That seemed to settle Grant, and I started to strip off. Having only my skirt, shirt and panties to take off I was ready quickly, but Grant stood looking at me as if mesmerised. He was trembling and breathing heavily but he managed to say, "You're so lovely Jenny." It was a long time since anyone had said that to me; in fact I couldn't remember anyone ever saying it to me. In other circumstances I might modestly have denied that I was 'lovely," but if Grant saw me that way I wasn't going to argue, after all they do say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and Grant was looking at me with the eye of love. He was trembling so much I had to help him get his clothes off and when he was finally naked I could have returned his praise and said that he was lovely, but I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say to a young man. Instead I said quite truthfully, "You've got a great body Grant." That seemed to give him a confidence he'd not previously had because he put his arms round me and kissed me as if he wanted to eat me. Our tongues tangled for a while and while still kissing me he put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me on to the edge of the table. I'd never done it on the table before, but I went with the flow and spread my legs for him. I thought he was going to penetrate me and it took me by surprise when instead he knelt down in front of me. It may sound strange coming from a woman my age, but I had no idea what he was going to do. At first he put his fingers on the lips of my vulva and parting them simply stared at what was revealed. I was so confused I thought I must be imagining it, because the one time Don had looked at my genitals he'd made a sound like "Ugh," and the said, "It's bloody ugly," and he hadn't even opened my lips. As you can imagine that didn't do much for my female ego, and he never looked again. If I was confused by Grant looking at my genitals, then I was even more confused when he nuzzled up to them and started to lick and suck. I was afraid that he'd hate my smell and taste and so I tried to push him away, but he wrapped his arms round my thighs so I couldn't escape, and so I gave myself up to him. Then it began as he found my clitoris with his thumb and was gently circling it, and as his tongue penetrated my tunnel I felt my heart started to pound and my breasts were rising and falling as I gulped in air. Tension started to build and I knew this was going to be an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced. I became frightened and begged Grant to stop, crying out, "No...no...I don't want to...don't make me come...stop...no...no..." This shy boy was now relentless, without mercy. It came, my orgasm, with all its pain and pleasure, shaking me as my cries changed, and I was begging him not to stop; "Yes...yes...don't stop...don't stop..." I seemed to be in a world of bright flashing lights and for a moment I was so overwhelmed with my orgasm's intensity I thought I was going to faint. Slowly it passed. It was like coming down from a storm tossed mountain top to a plain of tranquillity. Grant rose, his lower face saturated with my juice and I took his face in my hands and kissed him, smelling and tasting myself. Our tongue tangling kiss went on as he stood between my still parted legs and I felt the head of his penis probing for the entrance to my vagina. I reached down and guided him into me. It was then our kiss ended as he groaned, "It's wonderful, oh God I love you so much Jenny." As he thrust deep into me I felt the head of his penis reach the top of my tunnel, and my vagina began to flex round his length. He groaned again and one of his hands enclosed my breast. He moved slowly at first, as if trying to hold back from ejaculating, but the poor boy was so overwrought I knew he couldn't last. I had my arms round his neck the side of my face pressed to his as I whispered, "It's all right darling, don't hold back, let it all go." He started to move faster and then his tongue was in my mouth, moving in rhythm with his penis in my vagina. I felt the first surge of his sperm into me, and to my amazement I was starting to come again. We were clinging to each other and I wanted to cry out but his tongue was still in my mouth, smothering me. He seemed to pound a constant stream of cum into me, but even as I sensed he'd finished he still went on until I had finished my orgasm. We were holding on to each other, breathing hard, his penis still in my vagina. We stayed like that for several minutes, and I started to wonder about the girls who must have taught him, but I decided I didn't want to know. The head of his penis must have still been nerve sensitive because as he finally withdrew from me he gave a soft moan. As I slipped down from the table my legs almost gave way under me and Grant had to steady me. I think I must have been slightly delirious because I said to him, "Can you come again?" "I think so," he said hoarsely. "Then sit on the chair." He looked at me questioningly but nevertheless he sat. Now it was my turn to kneel between his legs. His penis was covered with our melange of sexual fluids and I could feel his sperm starting ooze out of my vagina. His penis was still partially erect and so I started to stroke it. Slowly it rose again and when I judged that it was fully erect I took its head into my mouth. At least I knew about this from experience, because Don in his coarse way used to say, "No suck, no fuck," but I'd never let him come in my mouth. I knew to my cost that if he came in my mouth there would be no fuck anyway; Don never had the sexual energy to come in my vagina once he'd dribble his pathetic load into my mouth. I kept stroking his penis with my hand as I sucked on its head. I felt his hands come round behind my head to hold me gently to him. I was tasting and smelling myself and him and as he drew near to ejaculating he cried out, "I'm going to come Jenny, I'm coming." He was warning me to withdraw from him, but this wasn't Don, and I started to suck harder, at the same time I stopped stroking him with my hand and took as much of his length into my mouth as I could manage without choking. As he started to come in my mouth I heard him moaning and sighing, "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh Jenny...Jenny...ah...ohaa..." My mouth was full of his sperm but as I started to swallow it I ran my fingers along the underside of his penis, squeezing the last drops of his sperm out of his urethra. I felt his penis become flaccid and so I removed it from my mouth. I hadn't been able to swallow all is cum and so some of it was hanging round my lips and dribbling onto my chin. To my amazement Grant put his hand under my chin, and raising my face to his, he kissed me, tonguing me again. I think it was then I fully realised just how much this young man loved me, because that kiss just had to be born of love. That scared me a bit because what could we do with our love? How often would we be lucky enough to be alone together? What I did know was that I had to have him again; what we had done had been too beautiful to let it be a one off. The thought about being alone again gave rise to a thought about our present situation. "Darling," I said, "I think we'd better get dressed just in case Bruce and his father turn up sooner than I expected." As we dressed Grant said vehemently, "Jenny, I've got to be with you again." I knew exactly what he meant and I was thinking hard about how it could be arranged. One way was for him to drop in any time in the hope we'd be alone, but based on past experience that was no good because this had been the only time we had been alone. The answer when it came was simple. "Listen Grant," I said, "if I'm absolutely sure I'm going to be alone for any length of time I'll call you on your mobile, and if you can make it then come to me." We left it at that and sadly I urged Grant to leave me. After he'd gone I cleaned up the sperm that had dribbled from my vagina onto the floor, checked that there were no other signs of what been doing, showered to get rid of the smell of sex, and not long after that Bruce and his dad arrived. Grant did drop in on a casual basis from time to time, but it was a couple of weeks before I could give him the all clear on his mobile. That's how it was; we came together only intermittently and we used my bed rather than the kitchen, but both of us agreed it wasn't enough – not nearly enough. I'd never been an everyday lady with Don, but I had a strong feeling that was just what I would be with Grant given the chance. He suggested that we go away together a number of times, but I argued against it, pointing out that there was a wide age gap between us. Grant said that this didn't matter because he loved me and wanted to be with me all the time. Reluctantly I had to take a practical line, pointing out that I had no money, and as he was still engaged in his university studies he was unlikely to have any money for a long time. He did try to argue against this, but he knew I was right. And so we agreed we would carry on as we were. There was however, a glitch in our plan, and one I should have foreseen. I became pregnant. My carelessness had its origins in my sex life with Don. In the days when we were still more or less sexually involved with each other the plan had been to have another child. Obviously that meant no contraception. There had been no pregnancy and eventually I had decided that there would be none, and so we continued without the use of contraception. My Lucky Day I suppose if Don and I had undertaken appropriate tests we would have found out that it was him and not me that was the problem, but as the marriage dragged on into dull routine we simply gave up the idea of another child. In a way I had undertaken the test because I was almost certain it was Grant who had impregnated me, but I couldn't be absolutely certain about that because I still had to service Don occasionally. Both Grant and Don had to know because even if I didn't tell them it was going to become obvious eventually. The contrast in their reactions was very marked. Don simply grunted, "Left it a bit late haven't you?" Grant on the other hand was delighted. That started the arguments all over again but this time with the added spice that he'd leave university, get a job and we'd live together happily ever after. I wasn't going to have that. I pointed out that the child might not even be his and I certainly wasn't going to submit to any tests to find out. There was one thing I didn't point out to him. Don and I have brown eyes and dark hair; Grant has blue eyes and fair hair. You no doubt understand what I mean. Finally to console Grant and give myself some degree of hope for the future, we came to an agreement. If when he had graduated from university and got a job, and if he still felt the same way about me, then we could get together. Before that time there was a lot of water to flow under the bridge. The birth of the baby might tell a tale, and by the time Grant had graduated I'd be in my mid-forties, and being a young guy he might have found someone else. So that's how things stand between me and Grant right now. We still come together whenever we can and he still seems as ardent as ever, and I certainly am. Will it last? Who knows? We'd had one piece of luck that showed us what sex life could be like, as for the future and our plans, we'll see. I know that stories are supposed to end in happy ever after – except in Russia novels – but real life is not always like that. "I make the most of all that comes, And the least of all that goes." (Sarah Teasdale) My Lucky Day My computer has this filming app. An application you can use to create small videos right on your lap top. That's important to the story. This great story. It turned out to be my lucky day when I answered that knocking at my door. I was working on a poem. My desk was in the front room. It was small. I had the desk against the wall, a sofa just opposite flush to another wall, and a small dining table under the one window. I lived in a one-bedroom walk-up on the fourth floor of a brownstone on the Lower East Side. I got up to answer the tapping. It was a young girl, or woman. She was Asian and I couldn't really tell her age. Young looking, but dressed in a sexy outfit. She wore an extremely short skirt. Her shirt, or blouse, was tight, showing off her taut, perky breasts. I could see her nipples because they were hard. No bra, I guessed. She was in high heels that showed of her legs. I was checking it all out. I mean, she came to me, right? "Okay, I'm here. I hope I'm not too late. The damned subway. Anyway, you want me to sit down?" She didn't wait for an answer. Just walked quickly over to the sofa with her round ass making some nice patterns. She plopped herself down on the sofa and put her bag to the side. I hadn't moved from the door. "So, I'm Mandy. I'm eighteen. You wanna see my ID? Here, I got it right here." She held out a driver's license. I stepped over, took it, and saw her picture and name. Mandy Tong. She was eighteen alright. "I would love to model and act. I think I'd be good at. I know I need to show you that I can do what you need me to do, right? Okay, so let's start then. Were you gonna film this?" I looked at her and then went over to my desk. My laptop was open. I clicked on the video app, got it set up to record, made sure it was positioned properly, and hit record. "There, that's set up." I had turned around. She was un-bottoning her top. She revealed her breasts. She was smiling at the camera. Slowly she took it off and laid it aside, then pushed down the little skirt. Her panties were revealing. I was getting hard. I knew she could see that. I didn't care. She sat down again and stretched out her hands. Okay. I got closer and she started pushing down the sweatpants I was wearing. I didn't bother with underwear in the apartment. My prick sprang up and she giggled. Her delicate hand was now stroking it as she smiled up at me. I stepped out of the pants and pulled my top off over my head. I was stripped now. "I'm really good at this. I love cock. I'll show you." That was when she placed her lips around the tip and licked up the pre-cum. My hands went to her long black hair. My fingers grabbed her tresses and I began to thrust my prick into her mouth. Her hand was pulling my nuts down as I groaned. "You're good at this. I'm impressed. Now see if you can take me down your throat. Hold your breath. That's a good girl. Oh, fuck. You are good at this." She was making gagging sounds and I could see tears trickling down her face. But she was taking it. And enjoying it, it would seem. Holding her head, I kept jamming my cock into her slobbering mouth. I wondered if she would do something else. I pulled my prick out and she moaned. "I'd love to see how well you fuck. Are you up for that, Mandy?" "Of course. Please, fuck me now. I want it. I'm so good at this. Fuck me, baby." She was on her back now, on the sofa, and I reached down and pulled her panties to the side. I got above her and slipped my prick into her shaved pussy. She was really ready, I could tell. She was slick and slimy with pussy juice and my cock slid in like a runner on first base. I began ramming that wet slit. "Yes, yes. I love it. Screw me. Fuck me. Am I good? Do you love it? Oh, damn, fuck my pussy, baby." "Mandy, you're the best. Ah. Yeah. Fuck, fuck. Ummm...fuck." "You make me cum big man. Oh fuck. I'm cumming good for you." I kept pumping her pussy with hard, deep thrusts and she kept moaning and whimpering. What a great fuck. "That's it. I gotta cum now. Oh, shit." I jerked my prick out and started shooting sperm on her pussy and belly. She was rubbing it into her soft flesh. I was moaning as I kept jacking. Until there was no more. I rose up, and she did to. Her mouth was on my cock again as she sucked me dry. I caressed her hair. That was nice. She was smiling now as I went to get her a damp towel. I brought it back and helped her clean up. I was putting on my sweats again and she was getting dressed, chattering away about how I was great, and she loved it. "So that was good. I'll be waiting for your call. Oh, do you want my number again? Here, I got these cards now. I wanna be a star someday. I can be, I know that. Okay, it was great. You sure you got it all recorded? I gotta run now, baby. Talk to you later." She was heading to the door and passed through, waving goodbye. I looked at her card. It said 'Mandy Tong' and 'Actress" on it. Plus her number. I wondered who she was and who she thought I was.