2 comments/ 79922 views/ 7 favorites The Spanking of Widow Conway Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion It had probably been a good fifty years since Helen Conway could say she slept in until 8 o'clock in the morning. Retirement unfortunately had a way of doing that to a person. For years she'd wake up long before the Sun to help with the chores around the family farm and get her Husband fed before getting herself ready for her forty-year job as a teacher in the area. Ever since her retirement two and a half years earlier however, everything in Helen's life had seemingly gone haywire. Her husband Bill had died of a massive heart attack just before Christmas the year before last. After the normal mourning process, Helen's ornery pride told her she could still run the farm. It didn't take long for her to realize she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Thankfully Helen's three grown kids had convinced her to sell off most of the land and equipment, leaving her with a few dairy cows and hogs she could tend to herself. Frugal to a fault, money was thankfully never going to be a concern, but with all that free time on her hands, and without the pull of a daily challenge, rust quickly began taking its toll, mentally and physically, on the 65 year old widow. Even though the daily chores helped Helen keep a spiritual connection to her departed Husband, it wasn't long before her frail and aging body became overmatched. Within a year she'd sold off the remaining animals, and with all three of her children and six grandchildren living out of state, the walls of Helen's century old farmhouse began to close in on her. Having been a dedicated wife, mother and teacher all those years, hobbies had been something of an afterthought. Considering the closest neighbor was over a half mile away, it gradually came to feel as if she was existing rather than living. Helen Conway needed a new challenge and she needed it quick. Thankfully the downturn in the nation's economy, in a strange way, provided Helen with that saving grace. __________________________________ 28 year old Jess Tuttle was coming off the Summer from Hell. In late June his Wife of six years told him she was having an affair and was ready to file for divorce. Unfortunately, given the couple's financial situation, that wasn't going to happen until they could sell their house, and that wasn't going to be easy considering the state of the economy. The fact that his Wife's lover was also married and in a similar boat with his Wife created an air of perpetual purgatory around the Tuttle household. The strain of that uncertainty was also beginning to affect their two kids, five year old Justin and three year old Trina. Professionally things weren't much better for Jess. Getting ready to start his fifth year as an 8th grade science teacher at the local middle school, the downturn in the State's budget had facilitated the need to close several schools, one of which was the other middle school in the county, meaning Jess' class size for the upcoming year was about to double even though his pay would stay the same given the statewide wage freeze. Several teachers from the school being closed had agreed to come aboard to fill some gaps, but none of them in the science department. Two weeks before the start of classes, Jess got the phone call that the school board had hired a handful of retired teachers to work part-time as teacher aides, one of which was a 65 year old veteren of the area classrooms named Helen Conway. Jess had never met Helen, but instantly detested the thought on several levels. While he was sure the older woman would take some of his load off trying to keep the extra students inline three days a week, considering what he was going through with his Wife, the female species wasn't very high on his Christmas list at the moment, and the last thing he needed was what he was sure was an uppity, know-it-all dinosaur coming out of retirement and taking over his classroom. _____________________________ From the first day of classes, even for someone as pessimistic as Jess was at that point in his life, he had to admit Helen's presense had been a benefit. For starters, Jess didn't realize the magnitude of having to deal with five classes each day with 30 plus students in them. It was akin to teaching in a large urban inner city with the swollen class sizes instead of the normal rural Montana classes he'd grown accustomed to. For her part, Helen had also been the complete opposite of everything Jess had dreaded when first told about the idea. For a teacher that had full control of a classroom for four full decades, she'd shown an inspiring amount of grace allowing a young teacher like Jess to pilot the ship. Even though Helen had shown comfort sliding into the role as 'teacher's aide', Jess found himself marvaling each day at the older woman's ability to hold the attention, and respect, of the tide of 12 and 13 year olds that washed in and out of their room, often times doing it with a mere gesture, nod of her head or measured edict. The more he got to know Helen in between classes and after school, the more he came to understand just how important it was for her to be back to work as well. As time went on sharing a classroom with Ms. Conway, Jess discovered as series of life lessons, both professionally and otherwise, that he would use for years to come. By the Spring of their first year as teaching partners, Jess had even allowed Helen a chance to babysit his two kids on occassion when his Wife was away, shacked up with her lover. The environment around the Tuttle house had grown so toxic after the holidays, by the time the Winter started to break, allowing his Son and Daughter to run around and enjoy the expanse of Helen's farm seemed to give the kids a new lease on life, and with their grandparents living so far away, someone in a crazy way to fill that role as well. Naturally, the time spent away from school built a fair amount of trust and camaraderie between Helen and Jess in the classroom also. Helen provided a mentor role Jess had never quite had, and in return he seemed to provide Helen with a youthful vitality she'd been yearning for without really even knowing it. It was still two months however before the depth of their budding relationship became apparent. ___________________________________ It all started to come to the surface one Sunday afternoon in late April when Jess had brought his two kids over to Helen's after church. Jess' Wife was off on another one of her weekend trysts with her Boyfriend and he decided since the weather was starting to get nice to let his Son do some fishing on the small lake Helen owned while she entertained his Daughter with some crafts. Unfortunately, five year old Jacob Tuttle had started asking some tough questions about the comings and goings of his Mom. Put in that difficult spot, Jess did his best to be as forthright as he could with his Son without completely throwing the boy's Mother under the bus. The rage, hurt and helplessness continuing to boil under Jess' skin the more his Son went on and on, he finally told Jacob to drop it, that they'd talk about it when they got home. Not liking the answer his Father gave him, still in his church clothes, young Jacob proceeded to go on a tirade spewing a litany of not so pretty words he'd learned from other kids since starting Kindergarten that year, none of which he truly knew the meaning of. The fact that they seemed to push his Father's buttons was good enough for the time being. Even though Jacob had been restless all morning in church, Jess hoped the promise of taking him fishing would have made the boy behave. Sadly for all involved, the young man's need to vent about the anxiousness he was feeling trumped any desire to reel in a bass or two that afternoon. Fed up, Jess threatened Jacob twice with a spanking and when his Son didn't take the hint, Jess was left with no option but to follow through with his threat even though he was at Helen's house. A Mother of three and Grandmother of several more, Helen Conway had been raised in the 'old school' so she didn't have a problem in the least with Jess' course of action, in fact if Jacob had been one of her kids, she would have probably done it sooner. Watching Jess disappear with his Son to one of the backrooms of Helen's house, Helen quickly Sheppard Trina towards the kitchen to make a very awkward situation a little less so. Having spent a good many years as a teacher when corporal punishment was an acceptable part of the schooling process, Helen frankly hated to see those days go. Unlike many of her contemporaries that never did learn to adapt, thankfully she'd developed other techniques to keep the kids in line, but to her dying day she was always going to be a 'spare the rod/spoil the child' type of person. Making small talk with Trina at the kitchen table, doing her best to keep the girl's attention diverted from the goings on in the spare room down the hall, Helen got the vague but certain sense from the girl this wasn't the first spanking her older Brother had gotten recently. The echoes of several flesh on flesh slaps billowed through the old creaky house as Helen cut a slice of apple pie for herself and the three year old girl. Each slap was quickly followed by Jacob's voice rising in pitch and straining urgency that he was sorry for his attitude and choice of words. Nudging Trina to get her to eat her piece of pie as the spanking continued, Helen finally took a deep breath and tried collecting herself when things fell silent in the other room. What she saw when Jacob walked back into the kitchen was a changed young man. While the still moist trail of his tears covered both his beet red cheeks, Helen was certain it would be a while before another curse word slipped from Jacob's trembling lips. "I'm sorry I had to do that," Jess apologetically mouthed to Helen when he took the slice of pie she handed him. "You did what you had to do," the older woman chimed back with clear understanding and affirmation. With his slice of apple pie sitting in front of him, eventually even Jacob put his fork through the golden crust and gooey center before taking a hulking bite, signaling all would be well for the rest of the day. _____________________________________ It was a few weeks later when the nights were first getting warm enough for a cold natured person like Helen to sleep with her windows open. It was well after Midnight and a gentle breeze was flapping the bedroom curtains like two lazy flags. Curled up and sleeping in somewhat of a fetal position on her left side beneath a sheet and light blanket, it looked as if her eyeballs were two spastic marbles racing behind her closed eyelids. Her left hand cinched tightly into the pillow under her head, Helen's right began a blind crawl down the length of her body as if it had a mind of its own. The exhales of wind swooping through the screen of the window every few seconds, the sleeping woman's feet started to rut into the mattress below, as if trying to gain a foothold of some sort. The images behind Helen's wall of sleep were cloudy at best, but the feelings tingling through every nerve ending in her body were crystal clear. For whatever reason, Helen's most virulent sensations of arousal came when she was asleep. Having been reared in a home by very strict and religious parents, any discussions of a sexual nature were few and far between. Even after she married, it had been to a man from a very similar background as hers, and even though they did have three kids together, the topic of lust rarely came up. From doing her chores around the farm first thing every morning, to teaching school, to raising her children along with everything else she was expected to do as a wife and homemaker, exploring her sensuous side wasn't something Helen really had never preoccupied herself with. It was when she was asleep that many of those natural urges and longings would subconsciously begin to percolate through her loins and bleed to the surface. Many a night the slickness of her arousal would leech from her pussy, soaking the crotch of her underwear before drizzling down the insides of her thighs. That Spring night in bed was one such occasion. Wedging her right hand between her upper thighs as she snored away, Helen lips parted and a low, rolling 'oohhhh' sound began seeping from her gut when she grazed her fingertips across the puffy folds of her labia. In her dream, Helen felt as if she was laying naked in a lush green field, her arms and legs outstretched as if in acceptance of a blinding white light that descended down upon her. Every molecule in Helen's body pounded as the heat from that imaginary orb steadily engulfed her. Dreaming she was overcome and helpless, once she was in the safety of the heavenly aura, Helen felt safe unleashing a lifetime's worth of repressed want. It was a frequent course of Helen's dreams, almost a liberating mechanism in a way, allowing her to sample many of the base instincts she'd hidden away in her mental catalogues for the previous six decades. Flaring her fingers through her pussy as she bathed in the heat of her dreamscape, the pounding in every nerve ending in her body gradually became more narrowed and focused until it was singularly concentrated on the rounded part of her left asscheek. Letting out an audible groan beneath the sheet each time she imagined a large hand coming down on her behind, Helen Conway's clitoris grew to the size of a throbbing pea between her fingers as she sleepily masturbated herself to orgasm. The rumble of an approaching storm stirred her awake a few minutes later. Shaking the cobwebs out of her eyes as she saw 2:43 on her alarm clock, Helen pulled her covers back and rolled out of bed to go and put her bedroom window down after hearing another grinding echo of thunder. The instant the older woman's feet hit the floor, she nearly felt herself toppling over from the post orgasmic tremors still racing up and down her legs. Holding on to the bed frame then the nightstand as she negotiated her way through the dark, Helen finally put her hands on the window sill and looked out to see the crackle of the approaching lightning in the western sky. Almost like a teenager having wet dreams, Helen had grown accustomed to busting her nut, so to speak, in the middle of the night. Feeling how raw and hard her pussy continued the throb as she braced herself against the window, Helen knew she'd just woken up from an especially potent fantasy. Feeling the greasy trail remaining on her fingers as she rubbed them together, Helen knew she normally remembered very little about the dreams that had haunted her sleep. This time however things were much different. Standing there in front of the window, allowing the soothing cool and electrically charged breeze to sweep through her night shirt, Helen could remember several details of the dream sequence that had just played out in her head. Eventually closing the window in preparation for the oncoming storm, Helen shuddered from the potency of those leftover images, seared forever into her brain. Crawling back into bed, for a few minutes Helen laid there on top of the covers, her eyes closed as she visually re-lived what she could remember from the previous dream, the fingers of her musky right hand once again buried and spinning in the same exact spot it had been only minutes earlier. ____________________________________ In most cases after Helen had partaken in a little selfish overnight release, she woke up the following morning feeling refreshed, with a clear and unburdened conscience. When she opened her eyes that next morning however, Helen found herself fidgety and far from rested. The fantasy she'd allowed herself to have (twice) during the night had somehow hit uncomfortably close to home. Not only did Helen have to get her still groggy body out of bed and ready to head to school, she also had the weight of her guilty conscience, knowing she would have to face the object of her sickly perverted late night dream when she got there. The fact that a 28 year old man had somehow become the centerpiece of one of Helen Conway's fantasies frightened the 65 year old widow to no end. The more she tried to convince herself in the shower that it was only a dream and that it meant absolutely nothing, the more she found it difficult to hold the slick bar of soap in her trembling hands. Shame was a trait Helen possessed in spades, thus she felt herself starting to blush each and every time she tried to make eye contact with Jess that day in class. Why she felt the depth of guilt over her decadent and devious fantasies of the night before would take a little more soul searching to put her finger on. Jess had overtly done nothing to set those feelings in motion, yet there he was at the center of the breach of her emotional dam. Thankfully there had been enough obstacles with the kids' behavior that day to divert Helen's focus from her inner demons. With at least one discipline issue with a kid each class, Helen and Jess had their hands full just keeping everyone on task. "No way either one of us could do this on our own," Helen found herself commenting to Jess between one of the class changes. "I know I couldn't with classes this size," he sighed. "They don't have any fear these days...none at home ..and naturally none here either." "Makes me wish I was around teaching when corporal punishment was OK," Jess offhandedly laughed. "If you could make an example out of the biggest problem, most of the little ones would go away as well." "Yeah..I was around for awhile back then," Helen nodded, feeling herself drawn to her much younger partner yet again. "Uh...speaking of which...I did want to apologize once again for the way Jacob acted at your use a few Sundays back," Jess said with sober softness a few seconds later after the topic of spanking misbehaving children came up. "No apology necessary Jess," Helen smiled reaffirmingly. "We didn't hear a negative peep out of the boy for the rest of the day, did we?" Jess shook his head in agreement. "That sort of thing could do wonders in the classroom," Helen added. "Its a shame we've churned out so many lawyers to keep it from happening." The two shared a quick laugh as the next class trickled in. Once again those strange butterflies had returned to Helen's stomach, and each step she took for the rest of the day was seemingly on numb and itchy feet. ______________________________ Not the type for psycho-analysis, Helen Conway would have never found herself on a shrink's sofa. If she had however, several interesting things may have been divined. As stated earlier, she was raised in a very strict family. Physical discipline was commonplace in the household for Helen and her five siblings. Of the six, she was probably the most well behaved, but Helen did get her fair share of visits on her Father's lap for backtalk or not following through with her chores. The worst of those whippings by far came when Helen was 15. Having lied about what she'd planned on doing when she went into town with friends one afternoon, young Helen knew she was in deep trouble when she got caught by the local cops in a parked car with an 18 year old boy. All Hell seemed to rain down on Helen after she was dropped off at her house by the local Sheriff. She never saw that boy again, but she did see stars each time she attempted to sit down for the next couple of days. In hindsight, Helen looked back with great admiration for her Father for the way he'd handled that situation. The last thing a girl her age needed was gaining a 'reputation' around town, much less the potential for pregnancy when she had so much of her life left in front of her. Her parents had big dreams for her and they knew getting involved in such adult things before she was one herself could only derail everything she was working towards. The Spanking of Widow Conway Ch. 01 The time on her Father's knee didn't do anything to quell the teenage hormones raging inside her body, but Helen knew the certainty of the stick scared her a Hell of a lot more than the unpromised joy of the carrot. Somewhere along the way, deep in the contours of her still developing adolescent brain, the slithering and irresistible lust that swirled through her loins intertwined itself with the sizzling pain of her Father's loving wrath. The yin & yang of that complicated psychic interplay would have been great fodder for the studies of Freud and his disciples. On one hand, for much of her early adulthood Helen was unable to allow herself to be in the company of a man without the guilt and fear of punishment hanging over her head. It had even taken a year or so after marrying her Husband for Helen to completely allow herself to enjoy his advances. On the other hand, anytime Helen was confronted with the direct and unflinching use of discipline in her daily encounters, she found herself secretly overcome by the repressed longings of her youth. To get herself off in the early days of her marriage to an equally young and sexually naive man, Helen would frequently imagine the presence of a large and unforgiving hand repeatedly coming down on her rear end during their awkward attempts at sex. In Helen's mind, the guilt of such a thing needed to be buried. Even though she'd had her bare ass spanked on several occasions by her Father while growing up, nothing remotely sexual ever occurred between the two. There had been several occasions during her marriage that Helen had been sorely tempted to bring that part of her fantasy life out into the open with her Husband, but she could never bare the thought of speaking such a thing to the kind and gentle man she'd swore her vows to before God. It wasn't until she heard Jess Tuttle give his Son a spanking in her house that sunny Spring afternoon that all those long imprisoned demons suddenly burst free, and this time Helen knew they weren't going to be easy to put back in. _________________________________ Helen looked like a cat on a hot tin roof at times around Jess as the two managed the classroom. Figuring the kids most likely just assumed she was an old lady with nerve problems, Helen didn't give much concern to what they thought. When she was alone with Jess however, she did everything she could to maintain an air of composure. It was all so stupid really. Here she was well over twice the young teacher's age, yet she was the one tip-toeing around like an anxious and befuddled school girl. Helen looked just like lightning had struck her heels when Jess asked if she'd be interested in babysitting his two kids the following Saturday night. Jess' estranged Wife was going to be away that weekend and he had a chance to go out on a date with a woman he'd been talking to for awhile. "I'll be glad to," Helen found herself agreeing, even though the slightest twinge of jealousy did trickle through her tissue. ________________________________ Jess Tuttle looked quite handsome dressed up for his date when Helen arrived to babysit the kids. Again the pangs of jealousy teased her senses when she caught first whiff of how good his cologne smelt. "Don't worry about a thing," she told Jess as he gave his Son and Daughter their final marching orders. The kids had been delightful. They'd known Helen long enough by then to trust, and like her, and Justin and Trina had actually gone to bed a little after 9 with only having Helen have to ask them twice. With the kids safely tucked away, Helen was left with the better part of two hours to kill before Jess was slated to return home. Not a big fan of television and desperate to keep her mind occupied, Helen found a couple of hampers full of dirty clothes and decided to take them downstairs to wash for Jess. Helen was immediately taken aback when she realized someone was living in the roughed in basement. It took her a few seconds to remind herself of Jess and his Wife's living arrangement, but it dawned on her that Jess was sleeping downstairs while his Wife kept the master bedroom. "What a shame it had to come to this," Helen thought to herself, knowing prisoners in many cases had a better place to hang their head at night than Jess did in his own home. Having read a couple day's worth of accumulated newspapers laying around the house as the clothes washed downstairs, even for someone as respectful as Helen was about other people's privacy, she found herself snooping around Jess' modest abode when she went back down there to put the clothes in the dryer. It didn't take her long to notice something on the floor Jess would have just assumed she didn't see. There was a modest stack of Playboys and similar types of magazines scattered, but visible, under the nightstand beside his makeshift bed. "Well the last thing he thought when he left you to look after the house was that you were gonna come down here and try to wash some clothes," Helen chided herself. For the most part, the presence of stuff like that didn't bother Helen all that much. Despite her staunch Christian upbringing, she knew stuff like that existed from a pretty young age and there were even times she found a couple of issues that her deceased Husband had snuck into the house over the years. Unlike those however, Helen wasn't going to throw Justin's reading material in the trash. In a strange way seeing those things on the floor and picturing the young man laying there in bed seemed to only increase the awkward feelings she was having for Jess. Once again she found herself rolling her tongue around her mouth, wondering how his date was going. She got her surprisingly quick answer less than 15 minutes later. Helen could immediately tell from Jess' body language things hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped. "She didn't believe me when I told her I was separated since we're still technically living together," he shook his head and told Helen with a definite tone of befuddlement. "Well...it is a unique living arrangement," Helen smiled soothingly, internally thankful she wasn't out in the dating world with as complicated as it had become over the years. "Kids' mind OK?" Jess asked, desperate to take his mind off the events of the past few hours. "They couldn't have been better...put them to bed around 9," Helen replied proudly. "Good..," Jess sighed. "I'll run up and look in on them real quick." "While you're up there...I'll get the clothes I washed out of the dryer," Helen added nonchalantly. Jess started up the steps to the kids' rooms before Helen's previous statement finally sunk in. "You didn't have to wash any clothes, Helen?" he said after turning around. "No big deal...I got bored and was looking for something to keep me busy after putting the kids to sleep," she fidgeted and said. "Well...thank you," Jess offered his heartfelt appreciation until the blood in his body nearly froze when it dawned on him what the older woman might have seen while down in the basement. The air between the two quickly filled with an unspoken understanding. "I'll get the clothes while you check on the kids," Helen once again did her best to diffuse the awkward moment. Helen was still stuffing the dried clothes into the basket when she heard Jess' footsteps descending the stairs behind her. "Let me help you with those," he offered as he made the landing. "Oh...I got it," Helen turned around with the full basket and smiled, noting the slight blush of embarrassment on the young man's face as he visibly tried standing between Helen and the stuff beside his bed, just in case she'd somehow missed it's tawdry presence. The playful dance ended when Helen finally handed the clothes basket to Jess and started to walk up the steps in front of him. "I can't believe she's making you sleep down here," Helen said with clear bitterness. "My choice," Jess took a deep breath and sighed. "The sofa in the living room is way too small and messes with my back...I wanted to make sure both kids had a room of their own so going downstairs was the best option." "Can I get you a beer?" Jess asked once he'd sat the clothes down in the kitchen and made his way to the fridge. Helen politely shook her head, 'no', but took a seat at the dinner table and made conversation with Jess as he wound down from a trying evening. The quick bit of small talk at the table evolved into an hour and a half conversation. Between discussing the kids and Jess' situation, to the things going on at school long with several other topics of the day, Jess and Helen suddenly found themselves staring at the clock. "I better get out of here before my carriage turns into a pumpkin, "Helen laughed, hiding the fact that she didn't trust her eyes much anymore to drive at night. "It's a Saturday night...why don't you just spend the night?" Jess offered. "You can sleep up in Michelle's bed...its not like she's gonna be home tonight," he added with somewhat bitter sarcasm. "Oh...I couldn't," Helen found herself replying even though Jess' idea had some merit. It took the younger man having to ask several more times but Helen finally gave in. "I'm gonna warn you...I'm an early riser," Helen joked. "Not if you stay up much longer, you wont," Jess chuckled back. "Oh God...I just remembered I don't have anything to wear," Helen cringed. "You and Michelle are about the same size...I'm sure she has plenty of nightshirts laying around...just grab one of those," Jess suggested. "That'll be weird," Helen laughed again, privately thankful she wasn't going to have to make the 20 minute drive home in the dark. _________________________________ Helen Conway could have counted the nights she hadn't spent in her own bed on two hands since getting married over four decades earlier. It made for a very surreal feeling laying there trying to fall asleep with so many different noises and patterns of light coming through the window. Sleep was long in coming and not very sound. As she laid there, teetering between sleep and consciousness, Helen couldn't keep her mind from wandering. For someone as self conscious and polite, Helen felt guilty sleeping on the plush and comfortable king sized mattress of Jess' marital bed while he was downstairs in the musty basement, tossing and turning on a second hand twin. She also couldn't help but develop a bitter taste in her mouth knowing what Jess' Wife was off doing while he was two floors below, stewing in the disappointment of a disastrous date. "Is he down there flipping through those magazines beside his bed?" a scandalous and blush inducing voice rose from the catacombs of Helen's mind. She laid there, 90% asleep, shimmying somewhat under the covers as she contemplated that very question. From the images sprouting inside Helen's head, she knew she had to be dreaming, despite the overwhelming visceral feel that it was all real. That ability to dream so vividly had always been a blessing and a curse. Imagining she was downstairs in the foyer of Jess' house, standing in stone silence in front of the much younger man, Helen sheepishly bowed her eyes when she felt Jess approach. Within a few seconds she could feel both his arms wrap around her, as if hugging her appreciatively for coming over that night to babysit the kids. When he tried to release his grip however, Helen could feel her own hands scrunching into the sides of Jess' half unbuttoned dress shirt, as if to say, 'please don't let go'. Her hands gripped into the sheet covering her as she slept, Helen imagined holding that pose with Jess for several minutes until she did something she knew she could have never done while awake. Suddenly Helen found herself on her knees in front of the young teacher, her breath shallow and her eyes glazed over as she stared at the bulge tenting out the front of his slacks. Helen's inner core turned to molten rock as her brain attempted to grasp what she was seeing herself do in her dream. She could almost feel the imaginary zipper of Jess' pants between her fingers as she tugged it down. A rush of adrenaline shot through Helen's body as she shivered in bed, seeing the shaft of Jess' erect penis swing like a switchblade from his unzipped fly. The side of Jess fully aroused manhood smacked Helen square on the right cheek, causing her to reach out with her hands and grab Jess by the knees to keep herself from toppling forward. Swearing she could feel the pressure of his 10 fingertips bracketed around the top of her short, salt and peppered hair, Helen opened her mouth as wide as she could and ingested the younger man's throbbing prick. Her knees teetering as she knelt at Jess' feet, Helen visualized wrapping her left arm around the back of Jess' legs as she grabbed the base of his cock with her right. For several seconds afterwards, Helen fantasized about giving the 28 year old man a blowjob in the main hallway of his house, the entire time feeling the luscious weight of Jess' smirking stare as he rotated his hips forward, shoving every inch of his glorious cock over her swirling tongue. Her right hand now wedged tightly between her thighs under the covers, Helen masturbated herself for several minutes in the strange bed, imagining the friction of Jess' blunt erection see-sawing between her stretched lips until the rich and salty report of his cum splashed down her churning throat. Sleepily frigging herself off as she pictured herself on her knees servicing Jess, the sudden sound of far away cries stirred Helen awake. Pulling her greasy hand from her crotch, it took a few seconds for Helen to wake up and re-acclimate herself with her surroundings. Scolding herself for exhibiting such moral weakness, Helen held her breath trying to listen for the sobs that had woke her up. Hearing the echo of a man's footsteps coming up the stairs, it dawned on Helen that Jess had heard his three year old Daughter crying in her room. Slowly unfolding herself out of bed and gliding her bare feet across the floor, Helen stopped just inside the cracked bedroom door and watched as Jess entered Trina's room. A few seconds later Jess emerged, holding the young girl in his arms. For nearly a minute Helen watched from the shadows as Jess paced back and forth down the upstairs hallway, patting his Daughter tenderly on the back as he whispered a lullaby into her ear. Helen could feel her heart melt as she watched the tenderness and patience Jess exhibited, especially considering how frustrating his night, not to mention the last few months, had been for him. Once he seemed to have settled Trina down, Helen watched from her hidden perch as Jess put her back to bed before heading back downstairs himself. Gripping the inner knob of the door tightly with her right hand as she watched a shirtless Jess disappear from sight, almost like a small bird that had been swept up in the contrails of a large jet, Helen found herself seemingly gliding on air as she squeezed through the bedroom door and followed Jess down the steps... Part 2 to come... The Spanking of Widow Conway Ch. 02 Half asleep himself, with a million different things roaring through his head, Jess Tuttle didn't hear Helen's light footsteps until she was literally less than three feet behind him. "AAAHHH,' he let out a gasp when he turned and saw the petite older woman standing there. "Everything OK, Helen?" Jess asked. "Oh Yeah...just having a hard time falling asleep...heard you were still up...and...I thought I heard Trina crying...is she OK?" she sighed. "Yeah...yeah," Jess nodded. "She goes through bouts like that a few times a week since things started going squirrely around here. Most of the time she falls right to sleep after I go up and tuck her back in." "Good," Helen replied as the two made their way to the kitchen. Standing in front of Helen, shirtless with nothing on but a pair of flannel pajama pants, Jess suddenly felt very exposed as silence hung in the air between them. "Got some milk in the fridge ...if you think that will calm..." Jess started to offer before the blank expression on Helen's face caused his lips to go numb. The next few seconds were such a blur for Jess, it would take years for him to truly sort everything out. Jess could feel Helen's thin, frail arms warp around his back with surprising strength. Instinctively putting his own arms around the older woman with tentative care, Jess just stood there for several moments, not knowing quite what to think. Feeling Helen bury the side of her head against his bare chest, Jess could feel the carnal energy seeping from Helen's pores. Part of him was frightened by her sudden and inexplicable display, but the intensity she was gripping him with made pulling away increasingly difficult. The longer he stood there allowing the primal part of his brain to take over however, the easier it was for Jess to see things had been building to this for awhile. The fact that there was so much difference between the two, from an age standpoint among other things, it couldn't negate the simple truth that there was shared need they'd somehow tapped into with each other. Tightening his grip around Helen once he made that realization, the two stood in the center of the kitchen, sharing an extended embrace until Jess finally raised his hands to each side of Helen's head and tilted her gaze towards him. Placing his lips softly down on top of her's, Jess could feel the older woman's torso start to melt against him. Jess' senses were instantly tweaked when Helen raised her hands and placed them on each side of his face as he kissed her. Even though he was young, Jess knew exactly what Helen had been up to before following him down the stairs from the unmistakable scent permeating her fingers. The fog of arousal now thick inside Jess' own head, he gave up trying to process the gravity of it all and simply allowed the beauty of what was happening to prevail. Reaching up with his left hand, Jess closed it around the wrist of Helen's right. Easing the shivering woman's fingers apart, Jess pulled them towards his mouth before swirling and sucking the musky sheen of vaginal froth slowly from each digit. "UUUHH...AAAHH," the 65 year old woman quaked and quivered, a look of stunned awe now plastered across her face as Jess seductively cleansed her fingers. Nudging Helen slowly backwards, Jess eventually pinned the much smaller woman against the far wall of the kitchen as he kissed her relentlessly on the neck and chest. An audible, "OOHHH", bubbled from Helen's throat the instant she collapsed flat against the wall. Pulling away at some point to gauge Helen's reaction, Jess watched her chest rise and fall as a look of uncertainty and expectation bloomed in her sleepy eyes. Diving forward, Jess clamped his lips down on the front of Helen's neck and kissed her with reckless abandon as she squirmed between him and the wall. Feeling Helen's hands digging roughly at his shoulders for support, Jess could hear the gasps of lust leaving Helen's throat and bouncing around the room. It didn't take long before Jess snuck his right hand under the night shirt Helen had borrowed from his Wife. Sliding his hand steadily up the smoothness of Helen's warm belly, Jess didn't hesitate at all before squeezing his grip around Helen's left breast. "WWWAAA...WWAAAHHH," she trembled, immediately rutting her forehead against Jess' left collarbone as he fondled her small, fleshy orb. Curling her feet around the back of Jess' calves until she was essentially sandwiched there, Helen flailed her hands up to the top of Jess' head and clawed anxiously at his scalp as he felt her up. Jess knew he could take Helen right there in the kitchen if he wanted, but felt an overriding pull to take her up to his bedroom and make love to her on the comfort and space of his marital bed. Removing his lips from Helen's tingling flesh, Jess' eyes locked onto hers communicating his silent suggestion for the two to go upstairs. "...N...No...," Helen uncoiled her vocal chords and managed to say. "I...MMMM...Uhh...Let's...go...downstairs... to the basement...," she added with the scant amount of breath remaining in her lungs. Somehow understanding the implication of the older woman's plea, Jess nodded in agreement then scooped the tiny woman up in his arms and carried her down the basement steps, much the same way a groom would his young blushing bride. _________________________ Despite the pitch black darkness of the basement, not to mention her own spotty eye sight, Helen could still see the milky white outlines of her legs spread wide as she laid backwards on the edge of Jess Tuttle's bed. What she couldn't see as she gulped for air, but could undeniably feel, was the presence of the young man's face buried against her steaming vagina. The darkness in a way was a blessing, creating the perfect backdrop for the slivers of light that exploded inside her head each time Jess flipped and swirled his tongue across her burning labia. It was a delicacy Helen had only experienced a precious few times in the past. Her Husband had been the only man she'd ever gone that far with, and he'd only gone down on her a handful of times over the years, mainly when they'd been much younger and willing to experiment. That's not to say Helen hadn't used a multitude of objects and contraptions down there to compensate, but nothing on Earth compared to the sensation of another person's mouth chewing hungrily on her swollen vulva. Her hands pressed tightly against the back of Jess' bobbing head, Helen spread her pale feet high in the air, feeling her entire body quivering like Jell-o as she whimpered on Jess' makeshift mattress. The cloak of darkness also provided Helen with enough plausible deniability that she didn't have to vividly see Jess doing what he was doing, knowing the ramifications certain to come when she had to face him during the light of day. "How are you ever going to look at him in school?" the rational part of her brain wanted to scream but was dutifully shouted down by the synapses popping like kettle-corn inside her head. His mouth clamped like a human leech over the buttery expanse of Helen's vagina, Jess gripped his hands tight along the insides of the her thighs until there was no way she could have eradicated herself, even if she'd wanted. All that was left now was to allow Jess to have his unfettered way with her. The moist sounds of Jess dining between her legs filling the darkness between her intermittent gasps, Helen found herself corkscrewing to the left, then back to the right each time Jess shifted the knifing angle of his tongue across her screaming fissure. Gently grinding all ten of her fingertips into the 28 year old's scalp, Helen suddenly found her rear-end humping off the bed, in essence fucking Jess' face with her spasming cunt as she lowered her legs and wrapped them like a vine around his back. The decision to go downstairs instead of up to the bedroom paid immediate dividends when Helen began to cum. Two floors away from the sleeping children, behind the closed basement door, Helen's release bled forth in full throat. Her heels dug into the muscles of Jess' back, Helen franticly twisted side to side, her thighs enveloping Jess' head until it gave the appearance that his entire upper body had been swallowed up by the mouth of a shark. "GAAWWWDDD...GGAAWWWDDDDDD...GGAAWWDDDDDD," Helen cries rose and fell for nearly 30 seconds like a runaway roller coaster until she'd saturated Jess' face with her slick feminine spray. It took several minutes for Helen's orgasmic tremors to run their course, but Jess stayed in place the whole time, patiently perched on his knees swabbing his lips and tongue over every square inch of the older woman's vagina until her intertwined legs finally went limp and dropped with twin thuds to each side of his shoulders. Standing up along the edge of the mattress as Helen sighed and shuddered below, Jess edged his thumbs into the waistband of his flannel pants and tugged them down to the floor, leaving him completely naked as he hovered above her. Helen Conway's pussy was throbbing in glorious agony. Not exactly well practiced with her sexual endurance, after cumming twice in the previous hour, she felt as if she'd literally explode if so much as a gnat landed between her legs at that moment. Seeing Jess' rugged outline in the hazy darkness above, Helen couldn't miss the jutting slab of manhood that rose exquisitely from his groin. Understanding inherently what the young man needed at that point, Helen was desperate to give it to him considering the complete and utter joy he'd just unleashed inside her. There was simply no way however, she could have ever accommodated him inside her womb with as sensitive as it was. As if on some sort of primal auto-pilot, Helen rose from the bed and leaned forward until she was eye level with Jess' hairy, well defined chest. Helen sensed an initial aura of disappointment from Jess when she eased upwards before he could get his right knee up on the bed to mount her. "He really wants to be inside you," Helen told herself with a fair amount of pride. Jess didn't seem to complain for long when Helen immediately lowered her head and took his ample cock into her mouth. A gasp shot from the young man's throat the instant Helen's lips closed around his straining girth. Ingesting the bulk of Jess' manhood had been more than Helen bargained for however. A novice at best at oral sex, Helen only had her Husband's penis as a reference point. While Jess was only slightly longer than he'd been, there was a significant difference in the girth. It almost felt to Helen as if she was trying to swallow a banana whole. Jess, thankfully, had been patient with his advances despite his obvious urgency. Helen was overcome by Jess' masculinity. Whether it was the musky scent of his arousal filling her flared nostrils, or the tender but certain strength of his hand placed on the back of her head, Helen quickly lost any sense of self control as the bulbous slab of Jess' erect phallus burrowed like a serpent over her tongue. Wrapping her right hand around the lean contours of Jess' behind to pull him even closer, Helen used her left to gently cup and fondle the young man's heavy balls. In her mind's eye, even though she was on the verge of turning 66, Helen felt like an awestruck teenage girl there in the darkness with Jess, eager to fulfill his every demand. The frustration on a multitude of levels had been boiling inside Jess for months, but now that burn was concentrated squarely in the sack of his sagging scrotum. His dick lodged firmly between the vacuum seal of Helen's lips, Jess hurled his hips forward with cruel grace, taking out his long deprived want on the older teacher's willing mouth. While he'd originally pictured depositing his lust deep inside Helen during an intense coital embrace, this was gonna have to do. His cum rolling like white hot paste from the depths of his loins, Jess' gritted his teeth together and held Helen's head tight. Feeling the softness of Helen's right hand gripping his left hip, Jess shoved his dick relentlessly forward until it burst like a firehose in her overwhelmed mouth. "GOODDDDDDDDAAAMMNNNNNN," the 28 year old groaned, the veins in his neck visibly rippling as he humped forward, looking almost demonish as he shot his warm and creamy seed down Helen's gullet. It took a few seconds from the adrenaline that accompanied Jess' release to subside enough for him to look down through the darkness and survey the erotic carnage. "...I'm...sor...," Jess started to stammer, wanting to apologize for cumming down Helen's throat, before the lady seated in front of him patted him gently on his belly as if to say she had no problem with the outcome. Allowing the cylinder of Jess' rubbery, sperm and saliva laced cock to slip free from her lips, Helen then leaned forward and swirled her tongue around each of Jess' tender nipples several times. It wasn't long before the couple found themselves huddled together on the bed, each too exhausted and incredulous for words, just simply enjoying the moment. At some point Jess stood up and told Helen he was headed upstairs to check on the kids once more before going to sleep. Helen cringed but understood, watching with great admiration, and still a fair amount of want, as Jess disappeared up the steps. Laying there in the darkened silence, Helen had every opportunity to feel guilty about the events of the evening. She knew that things would probably be different under the harsher glow of daylight, but for the time being she stared up at the basement door, her insides twisting as she waited for his return. _________________________________ For the first time since her Husband took ill many years earlier, Helen Conway felt safe and secure as she fell asleep beside another man. A giddiness she was completely unprepared for also fizzed in her marrow as she anticipated what lie ahead. "Don't get too full of yourself," Helen's inner rationale tried to warn. "He's gonna wake up in the morning and wonder why the Hell he's in bed with such an Old Bag!" Having decided a long time ago not to give too much thought to the future, Helen huddled herself closer to Jess and drifted off to sleep beside him on a bed that barely fit them both. Helen didn't know just how long she'd been asleep, but it was well before dawn with she was awakened by a burning tingle in her loins. For a few seconds she thought with horror she might have wetted herself during the night but it didn't take long after she'd put her hand down there to realize it was an especially moist case of the sleep-induced arousal she'd long suffered with. Jess was sleeping soundly beside her despite the awkward position the size of the bed forced him to lay in. Her left thigh placed against the crook of his groin, Helen found herself working her knee up and down until the shaft of Jess' hibernating penis gradually filled with life. It wasn't long before he too, was stirred awake. Like two magnets, Helen and Jess' mouths found each other's in the dark, and in a flash all four of their hands were roaming greedily over every nook and cranny they could find. Stroking her left hand down the muscles of Jess' upper arm, without a hint of pretense she steadily began sliding it down his side before gliding it across his belly until she's tucked it once again between his legs. Feeling the young man's half asleep body wince to life when she clutched her fingers around his hardening cock, Helen reclined all the way on her back and watched as Jess lowered himself down on top of her. Within a few seconds she could feel his lips tracing across the softness of her breasts, his long and angular tongue lapping and swirling across each milky white orb until he took one of her nipples, like a juicy plum between his teeth, and rolled it delicately around his mouth. Helen clearly understood where this early morning session of impromptu foreplay was headed, and she by no means wanted to derail it. If, heaven forbid, this was going to be the only night she and Jess would share, or worse yet all this was simply the most vivid dream any human being had ever had, she was desperate to milk every last bit of deprived lust she could from it. Feeling one of Jess' hands cupped beneath her ass as he hungrily kissed her titties, Helen contorted her body upwards until she could whisper into the young man's ear. What she asked not only caused Helen to blush, but it stopped Jess cold in his tracks. Still fighting off the cobwebs of sleep, Jess wasn't sure if he'd heard Helen right. His cock rock hard and ready to penetrate the quivering woman beneath him, Jess couldn't deny that what she asking did intrigue him. The softness of Helen's breath cascading into his ear when she made her plea a second time, a twinkle of understanding sparkled in Jess' eyes as he rotated his body around on the bed. Keeping his right hand wrapped firmly around Helen's asscheek, Jess kissed the widow repeatedly on the neck with a tenderness that would belie everything she was asking him to do. Putting his feet down on the floor as he sat on the edge of his bed, Jess then took the older woman's compact body over his knee and surveyed the surreally carnal sight below. Petting the woman's back for nearly a minute, from her head all the way down to the backs of her knees as she rested perpendicular across his lap, Jess finally leaned down and asked Helen if she was ready for him to start spanking her. "...Yes...," an eerily calm voice trickled like velvet smoke from her lips as she huddled her naked torso on top of Jess' thighs. On one hand, Jess Tuttle felt like one of the most powerful men in the world as he sat there with Helen draped across him, having just heard her give him free reign over her entire body. There was still a twinge of apprehension however, unable to quite pull the trigger on the ultimate power she'd just given him. All it took was a couple of seconds of looking down and seeing the way Helen was squirming on top of his lap, along with the raspy pleas to spank her that continued to echo inside his head to finally push the young man to action. Raising his right hand into the air, Jess couldn't help but imagine just how cartoonish all this would look in the right light. There he was nearly 40 years younger than his fellow teacher, preparing to smack her bare ass. Despite the absurdity of it all, Jess brought his opened palm down until it cracked against Helen's right asscheek. A tepid gasp leapt from Helen's mouth as she slithered across Jess' knees. "...Good...but harder Jess...a lot harder," Helen said without turning her head, her voice soft but certain. A new wave of adrenaline shooting through his body when he heard the controlled surrender in Helen's tone, Jess traced the spot on Helen's behind he'd just smacked with his tingling fingertips before raising the hand back up and bringing it down a second time, this one much firmer than the first. His blood raced upon contact when an ear splitting shriek immediately shot from Helen's throat, piercing the darkness surrounding them. His toes tapping with excitement as he steadied his feet on the floor, Jess once again traced the tips of his fingers around the area he's just spanked before raising his hand for a third time. Seeing Helen coil up and hold her breath in expectation of the third impact, Jess rotated his hand a foot and a half above her ass until finally deciding to bring it down hard, this time on Helen's left asscheek. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH," Helen moaned, pain clear in her voice, but also a trace of surprise as well that Jess had so effectively switched his pattern. Settling comfortably down on top of Jess, both her cheeks now reddened and buzzing, Helen gripped her right hand on the bottom part of the mattress and dug her left into the cluster of pillows beside her head. Feeling the warm and stabbing presence of Jess' erection against her belly as she laid there, Helen could almost smell the sense of empowerment and control now flowing from the young man. The Spanking of Widow Conway Ch. 02 Lost in her own swirl of sensations and solitude, Helen felt a million tiny firecrackers explode from head to toe when Jess brought his hand down for the fourth time. "Her pussy's leaking all over my leg," Jess noted in the dark, the wetness of Helen's arousal dripping like dew from her labia as she shifted and shivered on top of him. Reaching his hand down between the older woman's thighs, Jess coated his palm with the slick and oily secretions before gracefully pulling his hand away and raising it back into the air. With cool efficiency, Jess brought it back down for a fifth time, this time sending the liquid castoff of Helen's leaking vaginal spray out in all directions when his hand collided with her ass. "Is that what you want?" Jess asked with the stonehearted bluntness Helen was openly craving. "Yes," she croaked. "Please... Jess...Do it again...!!" Jess obliged, spanking her three times in rapid succession, each one more violent than the previous until Helen's rear end had risen high into the air, as if to meet the stinging punishment being laid down upon it. The pungency of Helen's arousal now thick in the cramped space, Jess could only imagine the glorious and frightening shades of red streaking Helen's behind if he would have turned on the light. Stroking the back of her hair with his left hand as he soothingly massaged her shoulders and back with his right, Jess spent the next few seconds helping Helen calm down. Her pussy a greasy mess as it snugly hugged the firmness of his right thigh, Jess looked down and watched Helen shift her frame somewhat until she'd positioned her vagina flush against his knee. Raising his hand for the ninth time, Jess unleashed the hardest blow yet. "OOOOHHHHHHHGGGODDDDDDD," the 65 year old widow cried out, knowing her rabid voice wouldn't carry from the closed basement. Immediately feeling Helen grind her pussy against the unflinching bend of his knee, Jess could feel the spastic woman savagely fucking herself as he continued with his spanking. After hitting her for the 10th time, Jess could once again feel Helen shifting her weight. "She's trying to frig herself while I spank her," Jess shook his head with astonishment. Massaging his right hand over the expanse of Helen's tenderized rear end, Jess soaked in the sounds of the woman's fingers swimming through her pussy as he contemplated his next strike. Knowing she had no clue where or when the next collision would happen, Jess admired the way Helen's ass seemed to buck up and down, as if silently begging him to smack her once again. Landing his 11th blow, Jess felt his cock throb when the sound of Helen's lurid and unrepentant cries bounced off the walls surrounding him. "Yes...My God ...Yes," Helen whimpered helplessly, the vibrations of Jess' most recent strike still reverberating through her spine as she franticly pinched her clit. Then Jess did the unthinkable. Sliding his right hand beneath Helen's body, Jess pulled her saturated paw away from her swollen crotch. "Don't be greedy," Jess leaned in and told her. Then he spanked her again, this time loving the way Helen was forced to rut her cunt against his knee that much harder since he wasn't allowing her to touch it herself. "MMMMMM...AAAHHHHHH...please...Jess...please...let me cum," Helen gasped for breath, on the verge of absolutely coming out of her skin as Jess tempted her with number 13. Tracing his fingertips in random figure 8 patterns across of the softness of Helen's aching behind, Jess braced his left hand on the center of her back before delivering the baker's dozen blow. "WWWAAAAA...WWAAAAHHHHHHH," Helen tensed and grimaced, her feet lurching into the air as the report of Jess' strike ricocheted through her brain. Instinctivly slipping her hand down to her crotch, Helen attempted to stick her fingers back into the molten glow before Jess cut her off at the pass. "...Please...I'm gonna explode Jess...please...," Helen begged yet again, but Jess' only response was blow 14. Unable to sooth the churning storm brewing inside her pussy, Helen's only recourse was to grab each of her titties and squeeze them hard as a tornado crescendo built inside her body. With all the angst coursing through her soul, Helen looked just like a wild and confused animal there on Jess' lap, her arms and legs flaring out as if she could have taken flight if she strained any harder. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Jess finally, and mercifully, asked. Before Helen could even uncoil her tongue to respond, Jess spanked her for the 15th time. "GGAAWDDDDYEESSSSSS...Please fuck me Jess," Helen sobbed and spat, her forehead pressed down into the sheets as she ground her cunt against his now soaked leg. A lit fuse himself, Jess tossed Helen aside and laid her face down across the center of the bed before standing and taking his place above her. The clear scent of Helen's need saturating his senses, Jess placed his right knee on the bed beside Helen's waist and lowered his groin towards her rear end. As if the woman's beckoning warmth was drawing him closer, Jess slipped the head of his cock between Helen's asscheeks until it smacked into her burning quim. Shoving forward, Jess steadied his left hand on Helen's corresponding shoulder and watched as her head jerked backwards the instant he penetrated her. "FFFFFFAAAAAHHHHHKKKKKK," Helen cursed in glorious relief. "GGRRR...GGRRAAAHHHHHH," Jess groaned as well, his cock pulsing wildly as the choking grip of Helen's velvet cunt pulled him deeper. It crossed Jess' mind, considering Helen's background and morals, that he might have only been the second man she'd ever been with, and that thought only served to prod him on that much more as he plowed his dick deeper into her womb. His body nearly blanketing Helen's as she writhed on the sheets below, Jess hurled his hips in powerful, rhythmic circles as the sound of his flesh meeting hers filled the darkness. Worried at first that he may have needed to be gentle with Helen due to her age and ultra petite frame, seeing the unbridled eagerness she accepted his carnal assault with, Jess decided to give her all he had. Kissing her like a horny animal on the back of her neck as she humped her behind upwards to meet each of his brutal thrusts, Jess could hear the old mattress and boxsprings straining under the intensity of their coupling. Slowing his downward momentum when he bottomed out inside Helen, Jess pressed his pubic bone down on the older woman's freshly spanked and still tender ass, then expertly churned and stirred his cock slowly through her overstuffed pussy. Gradually pulling the sticky and drenched length of his manhood backwards every so often, Jess would then shove it all the way forward, taking great joy in the way Helen would tremble and shudder each time he repeated the process. Leaning down to kiss her just below each ear, Jess could feel the breeze of Helen's feet as they flailed through the air beside him. Giving Helen a minute or so to catch her breath for his final push, Jess massaged the back of the woman's head with one hand as he reached down and played with her breasts with the other. Arching back, he then moved in for the kill. Increasing the pace and intensity of his thrusts, Jess clamped both his hands around Helen's waist and drove his cock home. Ramming it into her pussy with blinding precision, each syllable leaving Helen's throat sounded like crystal shattering against the cinderblock walls of the basement. "YEESSS...AAAAHHH...FUCK...YESSS...Fuck ...me...fuck...me...fuck...meeeeee...Jeeessssss...cum for me...please Baby...cum for me," Helen repeatedly gasped, creating goosebumps on Jess' arms and back. And the younger man did just that. Feeling as if a locomotive was racing up and down his spine, Jess' bloated balls bounced wildly off Helen's behind until the milkshake brewing inside them was on the verge of erupting. "...I'm... gonna ...cum," Helen wailed helplessly, beating Jess to the punch by mere seconds. "Me too," Jess whispered into the squealing woman's ear, his entire body jerking until he finally emptied his boiling lust deep into Helen's spasming womb. Gripping both his hands tight around the back of Helen's on the crumpled and sweaty sheets below, the pair intertwined their 10 fingers as the energy of their dueling orgasms raced through the other's pores. ________________________ At some point after a good bit of post-coital cuddling, the two made the decision that it was probably for the best if Helen returned upstairs and slept in the master bedroom in case the kids woke up early and questioned why she was downstairs 'where Daddy slept'. At least that was the re-collection Helen had when the first light of day came through the window and woke her up. Laying there in the early morning solitude on the Tuttle's bed, Helen tried focusing her eyes the best she could with only three good hours of sleep. For just the briefest of moments, she wondered if everything that had happened in the basement with Jess might have all been a dream. The instant she tried to turn over and every muscle in her body screamed however, Helen knew what he'd put her through had been way more than her imagination could conjure. A massive lump formed in Helen's throat when she contemplated that first walk down the steps, and the fear and potential embarrassment that may come as soon as she made eye contact with Jess or his two kids. Even though she was an adult, and sensed Jess had matured into quite a polite and respectful young man as well, no matter how old you got, dealing with the awkwardness of a 'morning after' was never easy. Helen quickly decided pre-emptiveness was her best tact. Rising from bed and slipping her sublimely aching bones back into her clothes, Helen went downstairs way before anyone in the house even thought of waking up. Throwing together a large Sunday morning breakfast for Jess and the kids, Helen figured it would make things easier on everyone if they were able to follow the heavenly scent of bacon to the kitchen table. The first small obstacle of getting her life back to normal conquered, Helen Conway would find it much more difficult in the coming weeks as she shared a classroom with Jess, trying to keep her pussy from becoming a soaking wet mess each time he gave her that subtle and secret look, the one only a man can give a woman that he's had carnal knowledge of... * THE END Thank you for reading