3 comments/ 19134 views/ 21 favorites Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Too drunk to drive, 24-year-old Jimmy drove 39-year-old Susan home while she blew him. Appropriately proper when in the bar, it wasn't until Jimmy had groped her breasts when alone with her in the car that Susan suddenly became horny, aggressively sexually aroused, and inappropriately sexual with him. Suddenly, the second time he groped her breasts within just a few minutes, as if he had turned on a sex switch, she was in the mood for sex. Suddenly, she was in the mood for romance. Suddenly, she was in the mood for love. With her so terribly drunk, sexually frustrated, and horny, she needed to get laid. Immediately, her nipples erected and hardened and already she could feel a familiar, warm wetness between her thighs. With her older than him by 15-years, he was so young. He was so innocent. He was so naïve. He was so handsome and with them closely working together for the past year, their sexual affair was expressly forbidden in their employee handbook. Then, when he felt her breast through her blouse while fingering her nipple through her bra, with her playing the too drunk to know card, she pretended not to notice that he was feeling her tit and fingering her nipple. Only, she'd have to be unconscious not to know what he sexually wanted her in the way that she sexually wanted him. Yet, curious to see how far he'd go in trying to take sexual advantage of her, with her acting job not much of a stretch, she pretended to be even drunker than she was. Right there in the car and in the parking garage, she hoped he'd strip her naked. Right there in the car and in the parking garage, while pretending that she didn't want it, she hoped that he'd force himself on her. With her ready to feign a struggle, the only way she could have sex with him would be if he forced her to have sex with him. Then, should she be accused of having sex with her co-worker, she'd say that he raped her when she was drunk. A perfect plan, the only fly in the ointment was Jimmy was seemingly too moral, too respectful, and/or too shy to put the sexual moves on her. What was he waiting for? With Susan tall, blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful, and busty, she was drunk. On the pretense of walking her to her car and putting on her seatbelt, he not only felt her big breasts once, he felt her big breasts twice. Not only did he feel her big breasts through her blouse but also he fingered her erect nipples through her bra. She'd think that perhaps he didn't have a thing for older woman but, knowing better than that, she knew he had a sexual attraction to older women. With all of the conversations they've had about everything related and unrelated to work, she knew that just as he was sexually attracted to older women, that he was sexually attracted to his mother. Reading between the lines, she knew that just as he wanted to have sex with her, he also wanted to have sex with his mother. 'Eww,' she thought to herself but she was too drunk to care. She just wanted to get laid. She just wanted to feel his hard cock in her hand and in her mouth before feeling his stiff prick in her pussy. Using him for sex, she wanted him to give her an orgasm. With her so honey and sexually frustrated, she needed him to make her cum. Once in the car, as if they were already lovers, she moved closer to him. Willing to sacrifice her job and her career for an hour of sweaty sex with a man nearly young enough to be her son, she was desperate for him. With her always feeling so horny and sexually frustrated lately, she needed to get laid. Whether it happened right here and right now, she didn't care. This was her chance for her to get some sexual satisfaction. This was her chance to feel something other than being tired, unhappy, sad, and depressed. Had she not been drunk, she never would have allowed him to inappropriately touch her sexually. She never would have allowed him to feel her breasts never mind finger her nipples. She would have slapped his face before firing his ass. Had she not be drunk, she wouldn't even be in her car alone with him. Yet, instead of slapping him and/or firing him, sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him, she leaned her clothed, abundant breasts up against him as he drove her home. As if she was the spider and he was the fly trapped in her web of deceit, she became the sexual predator and he became her victim. Bumping and rubbing her blouse and bra clad breasts against his arm with every movement of the car, she started feeling his oh so young, firm body from across her console. As if he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband, she ran her fingers through his brown hair and touched the side of his face as if she was his mother feeling him for a fever. Obviously, the only fever they both had were sexual fevers. When he appeared to like her attention, she touched and felt his right shoulder, his arm, his chest, and his leg before she reached her hand down to feel the growing bulge in his pants. She was feeling his cock through his pants. She couldn't believe she was feeling his cock through his pants. A sure sign that he sexually wanted her as much as she sexually wanted him, she couldn't believe that he already he had an erection. When he didn't resist her sexual advances from feeling his erection through his pants, she unzipped him, reached her hand inside of his pants, and felt his prick through his underwear. She watched his cock grow, harden, throb, and pulsate from her touch. She continued fondling his growing erection while staring down at his underwear clad cock before looking up at him for his reaction to her touching him and feeling him in such a sexually inappropriate way. As if enthralled with his prick, she continued feeling his growing and hardening prick. Toying with him, teasing him, enticing him, and seducing him, she continued fingering his penis through his underwear while staring up at him. Purposely trying to sexually arouse him for him to seduce her and for her to seduce him, she fingered the head of his cock with her fingertips. As if she was massaging the head of his prick, she pulled, flicked, and rubbed the head of his cock with her fingertips. Then, as if she was about to give him a hand job through his briefs, she wrapped her fingers around his stiff prick through his underwear and gently squeezed his prick before slowly stroking his prick. While he shared his focused attention with the road to occasionally stare down at her hand, she pulled the front of his briefs down and forward to expose his already erect cock and hairy testicles to her. His exposed prick was right there. She couldn't believe she was seeing his exposed cock. It had been a long time, three, long, sexually frustrating years since she had seen a man's erection and here she was seeing one now. She couldn't wait to touch it. She couldn't wait hold it in her hand and stroke it. Then, as if she owned him and as if his stiff prick belonged to her, she took hold of him in her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Oh my, someone has an erection," she said letting go of his cock to touch his prick with her fingertip while teasing him. "Someone is sexually aroused." She took him back in her hand and closed her fingers around him. With his driving attention now distracted, he stared down at his exposed penis before staring up at the road and before looking over at her with a face full of sexual excitement. It was a good thing there was no traffic at this early hour of the morning. It was a good thing he hadn't been drinking. It was a good thing she was making the first sexual move and all the other sexual moves because, obviously for fear of losing his job, he wasn't the type of man who'd put the sexual moves on his boss. "Oh, my God, Susan," he said in a gasp. The first time calling her Susan, he always called her Miss Parker in work. "I've always been sexually attracted to you but I never thought I'd ever be sitting here in a car with you with your hand wrapped around my cock," he said. She gave her a sexy smile. "From the first moment I saw you," she said sliding a slow tongue across her full, red lips. "I liked you too, Jimmy," she said. "I really liked you, if you know what I mean," she said giving him a sexy smile. She slowly stroked him while continually staring up at him with her big, blue, albeit glassy eyes before staring down at his cock. As if his cock was a kitten or a puppy, she seemingly couldn't stop playing with his stiff prick. She tightened her grip on his prick to stroke him a little harder and a little faster. The harder and faster she stroked him the more sexually excited he became. Men were so easy. "Oh, my God, Susan, I never thought something like this would ever happen to someone like me. I mean, I've read about an older woman being sexually attracted to a younger man but I never pegged you for a cougar," he said. 'A cougar? Did he just call me a cougar?' An offensive term to her before, she never wanted to be deemed a cougar. She always thought the term cougar was for a much older woman but in the way she was 15-years older than he was, she guessed she was a cougar in his eyes. Still, not thinking that she was old enough to assume the title and role of cougar, she looked at him through her inebriated eyes as if he was the one under the influence of alcohol. With her knowing that he was attracted to older women, if he wanted her to be a cougar, she could play the role of Mrs. Robinson if that's what it takes for her to get him in her bed naked. "A cougar? Is that what you think I am? Maybe you're right. Maybe I am a cougar to be holding the cock of someone so young, someone born when I was a 15-year-old high school junior," she said with another drunken laugh. "Only, what difference do our ages make when I'm a woman and you're a man and we're both consensual adults?" He looked at her as if he had spoiled the mood and ruined things. "I'm sorry. I meant calling you a cougar as a compliment, something that's always been sexually exciting to me. I've always been attracted to older women," he said. With her only 39-years-old, he wasn't helping his situation by calling her an older woman. With her hand still slowly stroking his cock, she stared at his hard prick before looking up at him. "No offense taken," she said with both of them falling silent while he drove and while she still slowly stroked him. "I take it you've never had a hand job while driving," she said stroking his prick a little faster while looking up at him with her big, blue eyes. He nervously looked down at her hand before looking over at her with sexual excitement and before returning his focused attention to the road. "No," he said. "Never." She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look before saying what she needed to say to not only shock him but also to sexually excite him. "I suppose you never had a blowjob while driving either," she said with a sexy laugh and while making eye contact with him to watch the reaction on his face to her mentioning the word blowjob. Not even waiting for him to answer, he looked at her with shock when Susan lowered her head down to his lap to take his erect cock in her mouth. It had been such a long time since she has had sex, too long. It had been a long time since she felt an erect penis in her hand and an even longer time since she had a hard cock in her mouth. She toyed with the head of his cock with her tongue before taking him deeper in her mouth and exerting more pressure on his erection with her lips and while stroking him harder and faster with her hand. Only, she didn't want him to cum, not yet. She had other plans for his erect penis. Sucking while stroking him, she sucked his cock as if she was a thousand dollar call girl. She stroked his cock while sucking his cock and while staring up at him with his hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth. Driving with one hand, he reached down to feel her big breasts through her blouse and finger her erect nipple through her bra. * * * * * Days later, in hindsight, totally forbidden for a co-worker to do, she couldn't believe she had sucked him. Totally sexually inappropriate for a subordinate to do, she couldn't believe she had blown him. She couldn't believe she allowed him to feel her tits while fingering her nipples. The only thing that makes it all right is the sexual excitement that she still feels whenever she thinks of him. Yet, nonetheless her sexually excitement, never had she felt as sexually wicked seducing a man 15 years her junior. Never has seen been as remorseful and as guilty as she was when she awakened with a hangover the next day while the forbidden memory of her having sex with her co-worker played endlessly through her mind. Dreading to go to work on Monday, she just hope that Jim kept their sexy time together a secret. She could always pretend that she didn't remember a thing when, in fact, she remembered everything, every little detail of their sexual night together. In hindsight, a big mistake, a huge mistake that cost her job, her reputation, and her career, Susan had sex with her co-worker, Jimmy. What she did in her free time should be none of anyone's business but with her in a high paid position as the Corporate Controller seemingly it was. It was up to her to set the example and to maintain the standard of decorum that a 125-year-old, reputable Boston company required. What she did behind her closed bedroom doors shouldn't have anything to do with her work and with her job but seemingly it did. To complicate matters even more, Jimmy wasn't just her co-worker, he was her subordinate. She recruited him. She hired him. She trained him and worked closely with him. He was her creation. She had molded him in her image enough for her to sexually want him. Over the years, she personally had to fire several employees who were carrying on an office romance that interfered with their work. She knew the entanglements and the awkwardness that having sex with a co-worker created, especially when having sex with a subordinate. She knew full well that the ramifications of having sex with a man nearly young enough to be her son would cost her job if anyone was to discover their sexual secret but, at the time, she was drunk. At the time she was horny. At the time she was sexually frustrated. At the time, she was drunk and she didn't care. With him so young, so fit, and so good looking, at the time she was willing to sacrifice everything to have sex with Jimmy. With her judgment clouded and impaired by alcohol, having sex with a man so young, so good looking, and who worked for the same company and in the same office, seemingly was worth it. How could she have sex with him? When she could have practically any man, why, of all people, would she have sex with him? Yeah he was young and handsome but she should have known better. What was wrong with her to have ruined her life with one stupid mistake? Now it was all up to Jimmy and his code of honor to keep their sexy secret. Now with him having something over her, Susan had no choice but to trust him to keep their secret and not to tell anyone at work that they had sex. 'Sex, sex, sex, they had sex. She couldn't believe she had sex with Jimmy,' she thought nearly every minute of every day. 'Sex, sex, sex, so what that they had sex?' Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his cock in her hand. Every time she closed her hand, as if she was still holding him and stroking him, she could feel his stiff prick against her fingers. Every time she swallowed, she tasted him on her tongue and felt his cum oozing down her throat. She could still smell his cologne on her. She needed to shower to hopefully wash the smell of him from her naked body. Haunting her as much as the thought that she had sex with him distracted her, when she wasn't feeling guilty, she felt wicked for thinking of his hard, hairy cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Only, the sad part, now that she wasn't drunk, if she could have sex with him again, she would. Now that she wasn't drunk, she'd like to know what it felt like to have sex with him when sober. She wished she could have sex with him again and again. She wished she could have sex with him just one more time. Wishing he was her young, forbidden lover, if she could have sex with him again, she would. Making a huge mistake and regretting being too drunk to say no but she was the one who seduced him. She was the one who came onto him. She was the one who put all the sexy, sexual moves on him. She was the one who unzipped him, pulled out his cock, and stroked him, before she blew him while he drove her home in her car. She was the one who pulled him in her house and invited him to strip her naked. She was the one who enticed him to lick her, make love to her, and fuck her. With her working with him, having lunch with him and becoming more than co-workers but friends, and with her 15-years older than him, she knew he was attracted to older woman. Moreover, a forbidden secret that she knew about him that no one else in the office knew, she knew he was sexually attracted to his mother. She even had the audacity to use his sexual attraction to his mother to her benefit in the sexual seduction of him. A risky move that worked, she was the one who asked him for sex and for him to give her an orgasm by promising him the blowjob that he imagined his mother would give him. * * * * * They had sex, even days later, she couldn't believe she had sex with Jimmy. Why did she do that? What was wrong with her to feel the need to seduce him? Now, every time she looked at him, she was sick to her stomach. Now, every time she looked at him, her nipples erected and she felt a familiar, warm wetness between her legs. Now, every time she looked at him, she imagined him naked with her naked body. Now, every time she thought of him, she had this irresistible need to touch herself. Instead of thinking of work, her mind was an XXX-rated, looping movie that played over and again through her mind. A Corporate Controller second, she was a woman first. Sucking his cock, allowing him to strip her naked, and having sex with him was all that was on her mind now. Him licking her pussy before making love to her and fucking her are images she was unable to remove from her mind. Every time she looked at him, she wanted to kiss him. Every time she saw him in the office she wanted to close her door and suck him before pushing him back on her desk and fucking him. Feeling guilty and awkwardly uncomfortable, she had a difficult time making and maintaining eye contact with him without thinking of him making love to her before fucking her. With them working closely together 8 hours a day and with the sex now always there in the background, it was impossibly difficult working with him. She had ruined everything between them. She wished she could turn back time and change what sexually happened. Yet, she had such a good sexual time, as long as he kept quiet about it and kept the secret, maybe they could have some sexy fun again. Yet, she had no one to blame but herself. It was all her fault. She had poisoned their professional working relationship. He had not only seen her naked but also she allowed him to have his wicked sexual way with her naked body. Not only had she seen him naked but also she had his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. More than anything, a huge understatement, she wasn't even embarrassed. Instead, she was sexually excited by the memories of their one night of sexual passion. With him sworn to secrecy, the affair would have remained a secret had Jimmy not told one person. After he told Susan that he wouldn't tell anyone, especially anyone at the work, he told his friend, another co-worker at the office. Why would he do that? How could he do that? He told someone who he thought was his friend and who he thought he could trust to keep what he told him in confidence, but he didn't. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 01 With one co-worker whispering what they heard to another co-worker, the story grew bigger and more out of control from people adding sexual peccadilloes to their sordid and forbidden, sexual affair. With sexual details of fetishes, domination, and dungeons, she was painted as a Dominatrix, even though she wasn't. Each time the story was retold, it grew more sexually elaborate. Seemingly the whole office knew and was talking about Susan having had wild, bondage sex with her subordinate. Bondage? There was no bondage. There was no punishment and discipline. There was no tying him to her bed and whipping him. None of that was true. All that happened was that they had sex, hot, drunken sex. "You had sex with Jimmy?" Maureen a forty-something-year-old, plumb, sexually frustrated and unhappily married women with red hair and big tits, and who had a crush on Jimmy, cornered Susan in the ladies room. "Tell me, what was he like?" "Maureen, I really don't want to talk about my personal, private sexual life with you, if you don't mind," said Susan drying her hands while eager to leave. "Just tell me one thing." "What?" "Does he have a big cock? I imagine he does. Was he good in bed? Did he give you an orgasm? Did you blow him? Did you suck his beautiful prick? Did you allow him to cum in your mouth? I'd love to suck him. I'd let him cum in my mouth, on my naked breasts, and even give me a cum bath. I'd allow him do every dirty, nasty, sexual thing he wanted to do to my fat, naked body," she said seemingly sexually exciting herself into a frenzy. "God, I just love him," said Maureen as Susan walked away and left the ladies room without answering her. "You're so lucky Susan." Her female co-workers her age and older would come up to her and ask her the same questions about Jimmy and about his cock that Maureen had. While shocked but sexually excited at the same time that she had sex with Jimmy, she'd reluctantly answer their questions and each time she did, she had the urge to masturbate herself. Now thinking that she was a slut and/or a whore, those co-workers who were offended by office romances, stayed away from her. Their secret sexual affair now made public had already caused a split in the office. The men Jimmy's age, her age, and older, now all looked at her as if she was available for the taking. Seemingly, all they needed to do was to ply her with enough alcohol to get her drunk. It was her own fault. She had poison her work environment. She had no one to blame but herself. She was the one who had seduced Jimmy. She was the one who unzipped him and blew him in her car. 'God, I'm fucked now,' she thought to herself. 'Even though I liked working here for the past ten years and will miss some of the people, it's time to find another job. It's time to leave before they fire me.' * * * * * A dependable and responsible young man, ordinarily Jim was such a nice, sweet, well mannered, and quiet guy. Yet, after having sex with Susan, he turned into some sort of a love monster, a sexual player, and a Don Juan. Squawking his claim that he had sex with her, he morphed into a crowing rooster and a proud peacock. As if he had bedded Jennifer Elizabeth Marlowe, played by Loni Anderson, from WKRP in Cincinnati, he bedded the one woman at work that most men and some woman sexually wanted. A hero to his peers, he was the man. After Susan confronted him and they argued over the discretion they needed to have and the secrecy they needed to maintain after their sexual affair for the sake of their working relationship, they parted no longer friends. Yet, seeing him, working with him, and interacting with him every day, she was still his boss. To say that working with him was impossibly difficult wouldn't even come close to explaining the awkwardness. With him the man, her co-workers either gave her dirty looks or looked away. While patting him on the back, her co-workers whispered and laughed over her. Every time she saw him, she had images of him feeling, fondling, and sucking her big tits. Every time she saw him, she had images of holding his prick in her hand and taking his cock in her mouth. Every time she saw him she had images of him lying between her legs. She had images of his tongue licking her and his fingers fingering. Every time she saw him, she had images of him lying on top of her and making sweet love to her before fucking her hard. Even if he hadn't told anyone they had sex, with the cold and detached shoulder she was giving him now, it was obvious that there was something more between them than just a professional working relationship. With him working against her, it was impossible to keep their one night of sex a secret any more. They used to tease and joke around in the office with one another. Now, other than work related issues, they don't talk, joke, or tease. They no longer sat at the same table in the company cafeteria. Forsaking all of her other friends for quiet solitude, she sat alone reading her book and he sat with his friends laughing and having fun while they all constantly and continually turned to look at her. An impossibly, uncomfortable situation, his way of getting back at her for reprimanding him and belittling him, he bragged to anyone who would listen about his one night of sex with his female boss. How could he do that to her? Why would he do that to her? She didn't understand. Men are such pigs. If she had more information about the sexual attraction that he had for his mother, she'd threaten him with telling his friends that he wants to have sex with his mother. Yet, with her luck, many of his friends want to have sex with their mothers too. If he had any hope of getting with her again, not that she would ever have sex with him again, this wasn't the way to do that. She'd never have sex with a man who so disrespected her by not being discreet. If she knew he was like that, vindictive and spiteful and couldn't keep their secret, she never would have had sex with him or even had him drive her home that fateful night but she was drunk. Only, unable to help herself from thinking of his finger, his tongue, and his cock, especially when alone at night in her bedroom, she thought of him while rubbing her clit with her vibrator and fucking her pussy with her dildo. Even though she was so angry with him, if he showed up at her door, she'd suck him and fuck him. In the way she was always so horny and sexually frustrated, if he showed up at her door with all of his friends, she'd have sex with all of them too. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 02 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Too drunk to drive, 24-year-old Jimmy drove 39-year-old Susan home while she blew him. Continued from chapter 1: A dependable and responsible young man, ordinarily Jim was such a nice, sweet, well mannered, and quiet guy. Yet, after having sex with Susan, he turned into some sort of a love monster, a sexual player, and a Don Juan. Squawking his claim that he had sex with her, he morphed into a crowing rooster and a proud peacock. As if he had bedded Jennifer Elizabeth Marlowe, played by Loni Anderson, from WKRP in Cincinnati, he bedded the one woman at work that most men and some woman sexually wanted. A hero to his peers, he was the man. After Susan confronted him and they argued over the discretion they needed to have and the secrecy they needed to maintain after their sexual affair for the sake of their working relationship, they parted no longer friends. Yet, seeing him, working with him, and interacting with him every day, she was still his boss. To say that working with him was impossibly difficult wouldn't even come close to explaining the awkwardness. With him the man, her co-workers either gave her dirty looks or looked away. While patting him on the back, her co-workers whispered and laughed over her. Every time she saw him, she had images of him feeling, fondling, and sucking her big tits. Every time she saw him, she had images of holding his prick in her hand and taking his cock in her mouth. Every time she saw him she had images of him lying between her legs. She had images of his tongue licking her and his fingers fingering. Every time she saw him, she had images of him lying on top of her and making sweet love to her before fucking her hard. Even if he hadn't told anyone they had sex, with the cold and detached shoulder she was giving him now, it was obvious that there was something more between them than just a professional working relationship. With him working against her, it was impossible to keep their one night of sex a secret any more. They used to tease and joke around in the office with one another. Now, other than work related issues, they don't talk, joke, or tease. They no longer sat at the same table in the company cafeteria. Forsaking all of her other friends for quiet solitude, she sat alone reading her book and he sat with his friends laughing and having fun while they all constantly and continually turned to look at her. An impossibly, uncomfortable situation, his way of getting back at her for reprimanding him and belittling him, he bragged to anyone who would listen about his one night of sex with his female boss. How could he do that to her? Why would he do that to her? She didn't understand. Men are such pigs. If she had more information about the sexual attraction that he had for his mother, she'd threaten him with telling his friends that he wants to have sex with his mother. Yet, with her luck, many of his friends want to have sex with their mothers too. If he had any hope of getting with her again, not that she would ever have sex with him again, this wasn't the way to do that. She'd never have sex with a man who so disrespected her by not being discreet. If she knew he was like that, vindictive and spiteful and couldn't keep their secret, she never would have had sex with him or even had him drive her home that fateful night but she was drunk. Only, unable to help herself from thinking of his finger, his tongue, and his cock, especially when alone at night in her bedroom, she thought of him while rubbing her clit with her vibrator and fucking her pussy with her dildo. Even though she was so angry with him, if he showed up at her door, she'd suck him and fuck him. In the way she was always so horny and sexually frustrated, if he showed up at her door with all of his friends, she'd have sex with all of them too. Chapter 2: With people working together 8 hours a day and longer, it's not unusual for co-workers to be sexually attracted to one another. Office romances happen every day, all the time. Sometimes co-workers spend more time with one another than they do with their spouses or significant others. Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, most co-workers never act upon their forbidden impulses and their sexual attractions to one another. Still, for the people who do act upon their forbidden impulses and sexual attractions to one another, it's not unusual to have a sexual affair outside of work but Susan's sexual affair wasn't anything like that. She hadn't been lusting over Jimmy. Not thinking of him in that sexual way, she wasn't even sexually attracted to him. She was drunk after celebrating her birthday with the people she thought were her friends. Further, she was horny and sexually frustrated. Any time alcohol is mixed with horniness and sexual frustration, sexual inhibitions and morality are sure to fall. She was ripe for the taking but when he didn't take her, other than to feel her breasts and finger her nipples in the parking garage and again in the car, she seduced him. Not wanting this sexual opportunity to slip by her, not wanting to regret her indecision not to act, she took the sexual seduction of him in her own hands. Too often, painted with a wide brush, co-workers and friends are sometimes defined the same when they're not the same. Seemingly, what was okay for middle-aged, married men to have sex with their young, hot secretaries wasn't okay for a single, female, middle manager to have sex with her young, single, male subordinate. The old double standard reared its ugly head to protect the network of the good, old boys against what they perceived were sluts, whores, and cougars. Seemingly, women weren't allowed to have sexual needs and desires too. A blowback from the 50's and 60's, the only sexual needs and desires that women were allowed to have were men's sexual needs and desires. * * * * * At the time, with Susan 39-years-old and her co-worker, Jim, 24-years-old and with him just having graduated college the year before, she felt embarrassed to have used him for sex. She felt humiliated that everyone in the office knew that she sucked his cock, that he saw her naked, and that she allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked body. She felt a little like Mrs. Robinson, played by Anne Bancroft, in the Graduate, when she seduced Benjamin Braddock, played by Dustin Hoffman. She felt ashamed that she had seduced him and had used him for sex. With anger mixed with remorse, she felt remorseful that had taken sexual advantage of him and angry that he was unable to keep their secret. How could she do such a thing to someone so young and so innocent? Why would she take advantage of him in such a sexual way? What was wrong with her to do that? Yeah, sure she was drunk, sexually frustrated, and horny, being drunk, sexually frustrated, and horny is never a good mix especially when alone with a handsome man in a closed environment, such as a car. The flipside of that coin, how could he so disrespect her by bragging in work that he had sex with her. Unable to keep their secret for even a day, he ruined her. With him blabbing about all of the things she did to him and all of the things he did to her, he ruined her reputation. He cost her to lose her job. He destroyed the good relationship she had with her co-workers and with management. Yet, she had no one to blame for his indiscretion but herself. She chalked his betrayal up to his youth. She was surprised that she was able to seduce him. Not that he was resisting her sexual advances but, when men are always in control of everything, it seemed oxymoronic that a woman could take sexual advantage of a man but that's exactly what she had done. If she had to do it all over again, she wouldn't have had sex with him. If she could do it all over again, she would have declined her co-workers invitation to go out for a drink. If she could do it all over again, she would have went home after only having one drink. Blaming her inappropriate sexual advances on alcohol and on her horniness and sexual frustration, she hasn't had a drink or sex with anyone since that fateful evening four, long, sexually frustrating years ago. She wished she could turn back time and change the events of that night. Only, it was July 26th, her 39th birthday. When invited out to celebrate her birthday, she wished she had graciously declined and said that she had other plans, even when she didn't. She wished she had been polite, had just one drink, and left for home sober and alone. Only, with her working too much, she was having such a good time. She had never laughed as much as she had that fateful night. She had been so lonely back then as she still is now. With her now 43-years-old and still without a steady man in her life, she's just as horny and as sexually frustrated as she was when she was 39-years-old. Compounding the circumstances surrounding her one night out, being that it was her 39th birthday, it was a night of celebration and heavy drinking. With her co-workers making such a big fuss over her birthday, buying her a cake, giving her gifts, buying her drinks, and showering her with their warm wishes, their attention, and their affection, she perceived them as the family she never had. Instead of going home to watch television alone, reruns of The Good Wife or Downtown Abbey, she accepted their invitation to go out for a drink. Her first time out with her co-workers and seeing them socially after work, in all of the years she worked there, she had never been out partying and drinking with her co-workers. She had been invited out many times but, while they were socializing, she was always working late. Now she wished she had declined their kind invitation. She wished she had stopped with just one drink but everyone was buying her drinks. Men she didn't even know and men she had never met were plying her with alcohol before starting with the shots. 'God. I drank a lot. I don't remember ever drinking as much, even at my best friend's wedding. Why I didn't get sick, I don't know,' she thought to herself. Had she puked, she would have felt better. Had she puked, she would have sobered up sooner. Had she puked, perhaps Jimmy would have been too disgusted by her puking that he wouldn't want to have sex with an old drunken woman. Had she puked, able to drive herself home, perhaps none of this workplace, sexual fiasco would have happened. Yet, she was drunk and was too drunk to drive. Had she surmised what would happen that fateful night, she would have taken a cab home. Yet, she wasn't falling down drunk. She wasn't so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing. She was fully aware of her surroundings. She wasn't so drunk that Jim took sexual advantage of her, but she was inebriated enough to impair her decisions. If anyone took sexual advantage of anybody, she took sexual advantage of him. 'Oh, God, I'm so humiliated.' * * * * * Obviously, with him unable to keep their sexual secret, he felt proud of his sexual conquest in having sex with his female cougar of a boss. He wanted to brag to his friends what a hot body she had and how she looked naked. He wanted to describe her big tits to his friends and to tell them that her breasts were, indeed, natural. He wanted to confess to them that, with her having blonde pubic hair, that she was, indeed, a natural blonde too. He confessed that he had sexually fantasized over Susan since the first day he met her on his first day of work when he was told that she'd be his boss. Jim was so young, too young for Susan to seriously consider having a long term sexual relationship with him. It was ridiculous of her to even think of starting such a May/December romantic, sexual affair with him. Just the thought of them together romantically, intimately, and sexually made her laugh. If they were to stay together or even get married, something that made her cringe at the thought, when she was 45-years-old, he'd only be 30-years-old. When she was 60-years-old, he'd only be 45-years-old. When she was 75-years-old, he'd only be 60-years-old. With her too old for him and him too young for her, yet, because of her alcohol consumption, the differences in age didn't stop her from having sex with him. When they were in bed naked together, age wasn't even a consideration. * * * * * Sex and sexual relationships have never come easy to her. A virgin until her high school prom night, she wasn't as promiscuous as some of her friends. Saving herself for her one special someone, when she was unable to find her dream man, she threw herself in her work. Then, when she did find someone she fell in love with, he wasn't who he depicted he was. Instead of him being her Prince Charming, he was an angry drunk with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome who was emotionally and physically abusive. He used her as his punching bag. With him always lifting her skirt and/or pulling down her top, he was always flashing her panties and her tits to his drunken friends. He thought flashing her was funny but she was embarrassed and as mortified then as she was humiliated now. He coerced her to participate in the swinging lifestyle. When she refused, relentlessly continuing his bad behavior, he emotionally abused her before physically abused her. Then, when he saw that she received more attention from swinging men than he received from swinging women, he was eager to pull the plug on their extramarital, swinging adventure. After ending a bad marriage and going without sex for two years, seemingly she was always sexually frustrated and horny. Then, with her having broken up with her longtime fiancé three years ago and not having sex since then, wearing out her vibrator and dildo, she was terribly horny and sexually frustrated. When men reach their sexual peeks and their horniest states from the ages of 18-years-old to 29-years-old, late bloomers, women reach their sexual peeks and are the horniest from the ages of 40-years-old to 50-years-old. Yet, as is always the case, what had always been expected behavior for the gander wasn't acceptable behavior for the goose. In the way that men are glamorized as being sexy lovers and playboys, women aren't allowed to have sexual wants, needs, and desires without running the risk of being called sluts and/or a whores. In the way that men enhance their sexual reputations by having scandalous affairs, woman ruin their reputations by making even one mistake and having one regret. With their men out drinking and fucking, women must be sexually satisfied alone with their vibrators and dildos while secretly masturbating themselves in the bathtub. Not right and not fair, seemingly men get to have all the sexual fun. They're even revered and patted on the back whenever they have multiple sexual partners, especially more than one at the same time. It's even a cause for a grand celebration whenever they have sex with identical twins or have sex with a mother and daughter together in the same bed. * * * * * Jim didn't even have his own place. A telling tidbit, he lived with his divorced mother. With her going for drinks after work, Susan had a little too much to drink. It was her birthday and she was celebrating her last year before turning forty and before becoming middle-aged. Fortunately and/or unfortunately for her, with her too drunk to drive, with Jim not having a car and taking public transportation back and forth to work, the gentlemanly and gracious thing to do, he volunteered to drive her home in her car. Jim was always so nice, so kind, and so quiet. Accepting his kind invitation to drive her home, Susan felt safe alone with him as he, no doubt, felt safe alone with her. Yet, a typical guy, when he wrapped his arm around her to help her to her car, with him obviously thinking that she was drunker than she was, seizing the opportunity, he grabbed a whole handful of her big breast. It had been a long while since anyone felt her breast. When he touched her breast through her blouse and fingered her nipple through her bra, he sent chills that traveled down her spine. Suddenly dizzy with sexual delight and with the romantic anticipation that he may even try and kiss her, she'd like that. She'd like him sticking his tongue in her drunken mouth. If he kissed her, she'd kiss him back. If he offered his tongue to her, she'd surrender his tongue to him. Playing the part of the drunk, dizzy blonde, she pretended that she didn't notice that he was feeling her tit. She acted as if his finger wasn't in constant contact with her erecting and hardening nipple. With her horny, sexually frustrated, and drunk anyway, as if he had depressed her sexual on switch, that one move of him feeling her breast and fingering her nipple was the beginning of Susan's seduction of him. Now, she couldn't wait to get him alone in her car. Then, when he helped her in her passenger seat, he felt her breast again, this time both breasts. He felt her breasts when putting on her seatbelt. Obviously, he thought she wouldn't notice him feeling her big tits. Obviously, he thought she wouldn't notice him while moving her short skirt higher to expose her white, bikini panties. Yet with her not drunk enough to notice him groping her, she acted as if she was the ditzy, dizzy blonde when there was nothing dumb about her. Accustomed to men groping her, Susan didn't mind him having a feel of her big tits nor an up skirt peek at her panties. She enjoyed the sexual attention. With her an exhibitionist anyway, she didn't mind him exposing her panties to his horny eyes by pushing up her short skirt on the pretense that he was adjusting her seatbelt. It had been a long time, three, sexually frustrating years, since she had the sexual attention of a man, especially one so young, so handsome, and so sexy. If anything, she welcomed his touches and feels of her body and was flattered by his sexual attention. If anything, she was sexually excited by his sexual moves. If anything, hoping that he would, she couldn't wait for him to kiss her, touch her, and feel even more of her. Only and obviously, thinking that this wouldn't result in much more than tickle and tease with a bit of kissing and groping mixed in, obviously, he didn't expect what would happen on the drive home. Neither did she expect what she was about to do on her way home. Had she not be drinking, she never would have been so sexually aggressive with her co-worker. Tossing back her long, blonde, lush hair with a flick of her pretty head, she smiled up at him with her big, blue, bright eyes. "Thank you for buckling my seatbelt," she said batting her eyelashes at him when she really wanted to say, thank you for feeling my tits, fingering my nipples, and raising my skirt to expose my panties to your horny eyes. He returned her smile with his along with his lustful look. "My pleasure," he said smiling as if he was the cat that had just eaten the canary. No doubt it was his pleasure after groping her big breasts, fingering her nipples, and raising her skirt high enough up her shapely thighs to expose her white, bikini clad crotch. Pretending that she didn't notice her panties were exposed, she remained sitting like that while he ogled her panty clad crotch. The thoughts of him sexually interested in her made her nipples erect and her pussy wet. Hopefully, he'd take her someplace romantic to park while kissing her and feeling her. Hopefully, once home, he'd accept her invitation to come inside her house for some hot coffee and even hotter sex. * * * * * Cordially friendly and appropriately proper when in the bar, it wasn't until he groped her breasts for the second time when alone with him in the car that she became horny, aggressively sexually aroused, and inappropriately sexual with him. Especially after he showed his cards by feeling her breast, once in the parking garage and again in the car, after having so very much to drink, too much to drink, she was suddenly in the mood for sex. With him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples, she was suddenly in the mood for romance. With him leering between her shapely thighs at her panties, she was in the mood for love. With her so terribly drunk, sexually frustrated, and horny, she needed to get laid. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 02 After he felt her big breast through her blouse and fingered her nipples through her bra while walking her out to her car, with her already horny and in the mood for sex, Susan became sexually aroused. Immediately, her nipples erected and hardened and already she could feel a familiar wetness between her thighs. With her older than him by 15-years, he was so young. Nonetheless his youth, whenever she was around him, she felt younger. She felt 30-years-old again. He was so handsome and with them working together, against company policy, their sexual affair was forbidden. As if she was a flower and it was spring, spreading her knees wider to give him a better in between her legs view of her panties, she was already opening up to him by blossoming in her need for sex. She just hoped he'd kiss her. She like nothing better than for him to stick his tongue in her mouth while feeling her breasts with one hand and feeling her panty clad pussy with his other hand. Then, as they walked through the parking garage to her car, when he felt her breasts while fingering her nipple, she was his for the taking. With her playing the too drunk to know card, with his arm wrapped tightly around her as if she was already his woman, she pretended not to notice that he was feeling her tit and fingering her nipple. Acting oblivious to his sexual touches and feels, she wanted to see how far he'd go if she pretended not to notice that he was feeling her tit and fingering her nipple. Curious to see if he'd move his hand up her short skirt to feel her panty clad ass and pussy, she hoped he'd seize the moment and take sexual advantage of her. Tempting him to touch and feel her even more, she pretended to be even drunker than she was. In that moment of wanton, reckless abandonment, throwing all caution to the wind, if he sexually wanted her as much as she sexually wanted him, clearly, he could have his wicked sexual way with her. Once in the car, he was her captive audience and her sexual prisoner but for a short time, at least while on the ride home. It was up to her to make the most of their time together. With him not making a move to kiss her but only to grope her, it was up to her to seduce him. As if they were already lovers, she moved closer to him and, teasing him and enticing him, she leaned her clothed, abundant breasts up against him as he drove her home. As if she was the spider and he was the fly, she became the sexual predator and he became her victim. As if he was a billionaire, film producer and she was a struggling starlet, she pushed all of his sexual buttons. Bumping and rubbing her blouse and bra clad breasts against his arm with every movement of the car, she started feeling his oh so young, firm body from across her console. As if he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband, making her sexual attraction to him known, she ran her fingers through his brown hair and touched the side of his face. Then, as he drove, she even turned his head towards her and kissed him while he desperately tried to pay attention to his driving. Taking the opportunity to French kiss him, she stuck her tongue in his mouth. She kissed him passionately with wanton desire. For sure, if he hadn't been driving, his hands would, no doubt, be all over her breasts. For sure, if he hadn't been driving, his hands would, no doubt, be up her short shirt and feeling her ass and pussy through her panties. When he appeared to like her attention, she touched and felt his right shoulder, his arm, his chest, and his leg before she reached her hand down to feel the growing bulge in his pants. Oh, my God, so very sexually wicked of her, she couldn't believe she did that. She couldn't believe she felt his cock through his pants. Then, when he didn't resist her sexual advances from feeling his erection through his pants, she surprised herself even more by making her own sexual moves on him. She unzipped him, reached her hand inside, and felt his prick through his underwear. As a dog to a bone, as if she was grabbing her dildo, she grabbed his erect cock through his underwear. As if she was someone else and he was someone else, had it not been for the alcohol, she never would have been as sexually aggressive as she was now. Forgetting they were co-workers and he was her subordinate, assuming the role of a lecherous older man instead of a cougar with sexual wants, desires, and needs, she wasn't about to take no for an answer. As if she had felt his growing erection before, she felt her young, co-worker's cock through his underwear now. With her drunk enough, horny enough, and sexually frustrated enough, she couldn't believe she was feeling her young, co-worker's cock through his underwear. Only, unable to help herself, teasing his cock with her fingertips, he felt so good to the touch of her fingers. As if his prick belonged there, his underwear clad cock felt so good in her hand. After he felt her breasts through her blouse and fingered her nipples through her bra, she was ready for sex. After she stuck his tongue in her mouth and he kissed her back, she was ready to get laid. It had been a long time since she felt a man's erection through her clothes. It had been an even longer time since she had sex. She needed him to give her an orgasm. She needed to cum. Watching his cock grow, harden, throb, and pulsate, she fondled his growing erection while staring down at his underwear clad cock. Feeling his cock in her hand gave her the sexual excitement that she had been longing to have. Then, she looked up at him to see his reaction to her touching him and feeling him in such a sexually inappropriate way. When he seemed to enjoy her sexual attention, she continued touching him. Continuing to feel his growing and hardening prick, toying with him, teasing him, enticing him, and seducing him, she continued fingering his penis through his underwear while staring up at him. She purposely tried to sexually arouse him to seduce him. With her knowing what a man needs and wants, she fingered the head of his cock with her fingertips. She pulled, flicked, and rubbed the head of his cock with her fingertips while tracing the length and width of him with her fingers. She could tell by his erection that grew bigger and harder that she was sexually exciting him as much as his erect cock was sexually exciting her. Then, as if she was about to give him a hand job through his briefs, she wrapped her fingers around his prick through his underwear and gently squeezed his prick before slowly stroking his prick. As if giving him a medical examination that was much more sexual in nature, she reached her hand further down inside of his pants to cup his underwear clad testicles in her hand. Obviously for him to allow her to touch him and feel him in such a sexually inappropriate way, he was not only enjoying the sexual attention she paid him but also he was sexually attracted to her too. With his unzipped pants a too tight fit for her hand, she unbuckled him and unbuttoned him as he drove. Then, with his pants, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped, she flayed them open as if she was a housewife opening a package of meat, a sweet sausage, brought home from the butcher. While he shared his focused attention with the road to occasionally stare down at her hand, she pulled the front of his briefs down and forward to expose his already erect cock and hairy testicles to her horny eyes. As if his prick was his an index finger pointing up at her and choosing her as the one, his cock stood up straight and proud. Not entirely guiltless in her sexual seduction of him, he allowed her to unzip him, unbutton him, unbuckle him, and pull his pants and underwear down to his knees. He could have stopped her from exposing his hard, hairy prick but he didn't. Then, for her to take better hold of his exposed prick, he lifted his buttocks while driving to give her hand better access to his erect prick. Obviously, he wanted her to touch, feel, and stroke his naked cock as much as she wanted to touch, feel, and stroke his naked cock. "Oh my, someone has an erection," she said touching his prick with her fingertip while teasing him and staring up at him with her big, blue eyes. "Someone is sexually aroused." With his driving attention now distracted, he stared down at his exposed penis before staring up at the road and before looking over at her. It was a good thing there was no traffic at this early hour of the morning. It was a good thing that today was Friday evening, now early Saturday morning, and they didn't have to report to work again until Monday. It was a good thing he hadn't been drinking. He watched her wrap her fingers around his prick and squeeze it as if she was checking a cucumber for freshness at the supermarket. "Oh, my God, Susan," he said in a gasp. His first time calling her Susan, when in work he always called her Miss Parker. "I've always been sexually attracted to you but I never thought I'd ever be sitting here in a car with you and with your hand wrapped around my cock," he said. "As if I'm dreaming or having a sexual fantasy, I can't believe this is happening to me. Sexy, sexual things like this never happens to me." She gave her a sexy smile. "From the first moment I saw you, I liked you too, Jimmy," she said. "Only, I just never knew you had such a big, beautiful prick," she said while staring down at his erect prick even though he didn't have a big cock. His penis was just average at best but in the way she was feeling so horny and so sexually frustrated, his cock looked enormous. His cock would do. At that moment and in the sexually aroused way she felt, nearly any man's cock would do. She slowly stroked him while he was driving. Continually staring up at him with her big, blue, albeit glassy eyes before staring down at his cock, each time she looked up at him, she flicked her hair back as if in anticipation of sucking his cock. Then, as if his cock was a snake and she was a snake charmer, instead of the snake being charmed by her, she was charmed by his snake. She stared at his erect prick as if she was mesmerized and hypnotized. "Oh, my God, Susan, I never thought something like this would ever happened to someone like me. I mean, I've read about an older woman being sexually attracted to a younger man but I never pegged you for a cougar," he said. 'A cougar? Did he just call me a cougar?' She laughed to herself. She always thought the term cougar was for an older woman but in the way she was 15 years older than he was, she guessed she was a cougar in his eyes. Actually, in the way she was having her wicked sexual way with his cock, if anything, she was acting as if she was a dirty, old man. Still, not thinking that she was old enough to assume the title and role of cougar, she looked at him through her inebriated eyes as if he was the one under the influence of alcohol. "A cougar? Is that what you think of me? Is that who you think I am?" Hiding her hurt after being insulted, she laughed a melodious laugh. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am a cougar to be holding the cock of someone so young, someone born when I was a 15-year-old high school junior," she said with another drunken laugh. He looked at her as if he had spoiled the mood and ruined things. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that in a disrespectful way. I didn't mean anything by that remark. If anything I meant calling you a cougar as a compliment, something that's always been sexually exciting to me. I've always been attracted to older women," he said. With her only 39-years-old, he wasn't helping his situation by calling her an older woman. She didn't think of herself as an older woman in the way that she thought of her mother as an older woman. With her hand still slowly stroking his cock, she stared at his hard prick before looking up at him. "It's okay. No offense taken," she said with both of them falling silent while he drove. Then, she looked over at him and gave him a sexy look. Continuing to tease him and entice him while seducing him, she slowly continued stroking his erect prick. "I take it you've never had a hand job while driving," she said stroking his prick a little faster. He nervously looked down at her hand before looking over at her with sexual excitement and before returning his focused attention to the road. "No," he said. She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. "Then, with that bit of information in mind that you never had a hand job while driving," she said giving him a naughty look. "I suppose you never had a blowjob while driving either," she said with a sexy laugh. His head snapped to look at her and obviously to see if she was serious or joking. Suddenly he stiffened as if he had just received an electrical shock. He looked at her with shock when Susan lowered her head to his lap to take his erect cock in her mouth. As much as he obviously couldn't believe she was blowing him, she couldn't believe she was sucking his cock. Only, with her so drunk and so horny, instead of her driving home drunk, she felt compelled if not obligated to give him oral sex for driving her safely home. Already sex crazed, as if she was a slutty whore of a cougar, it had been such a long time since she has had sex, too long. It had been a long time since she felt an erect penis in her hand and an even longer time since she had a hard cock in her mouth. A good looking young man, once she unzipped him, unable to control herself, she knew she'd take his cock out of his pants. Once she took his cock in her hand, unable to stop herself, she knew she'd be sucking him. She'd love nothing better than for him to cum in her mouth. It had been a long time since she had a warm, salty, mouthful of cum. Only, she had something better in mind than just giving him a blowjob. Sucking him faster while stroking him harder, she sucked his cock as if she was a thousand dollar call girl. She sucked his cock in the way she had sucked the CFNM stripper's cock at her 30th birthday party nine, long years ago. She sucked his cock in the way she sucked the cock of a man she hardly knew when her ex-husband pressured her and coerced her to join the swinging lifestyle seven years ago. She sucked his cock in the way she had sucked her ex-boyfriend's cock three years ago. She stroked his cock while sucking his cock and while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth. "Here we are safe and sound," he said looking down at Susan's blonde, pretty head bobbing up and down while still sucking him. We're home." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 03 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Once home alone with Jimmy, Susan seduces him. Thirty-nine-year-old Susan has sex with her 24-year-old co-worker, Jimmy. Continued from Chapter 2: "I take it you've never had a hand job while driving," she said stroking his prick a little faster. He nervously looked down at her hand before looking over at her with sexual excitement and before returning his focused attention to the road. "No," he said. She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. "Then, with that bit of information in mind that you never had a hand job while driving," she said giving him a naughty look. "I suppose you never had a blowjob while driving either," she said with a sexy laugh. His head snapped to look at her and obviously to see if she was serious or joking. Suddenly he stiffened as if he had just received an electrical shock. He looked at her with shock when Susan lowered her head to his lap to take his erect cock in her mouth. As much as he obviously couldn't believe she was blowing him, she couldn't believe she was sucking his cock. Only, with her so drunk and so horny, instead of her driving home drunk, she felt compelled if not obligated to give him oral sex for driving her safely home. Already sex crazed, as if she was a slutty whore of a cougar, it had been such a long time since she has had sex, too long. It had been a long time since she felt an erect penis in her hand and an even longer time since she had a hard cock in her mouth. A good looking young man, once she unzipped him, unable to control herself, she knew she'd take his cock out of his pants. Once she took his cock in her hand, unable to stop herself, she knew she'd be sucking him. She'd love nothing better than for him to cum in her mouth. It had been a long time since she had a warm, salty, mouthful of cum. Only, she had something better in mind than just giving him a blowjob. Sucking him faster while stroking him harder, she sucked his cock as if she was a thousand dollar call girl. She sucked his cock in the way she had sucked the CFNM stripper's cock at her 30th birthday party nine, long years ago. She sucked his cock in the way she sucked the cock of a man she hardly knew when her ex-husband pressured her and coerced her to join the swinging lifestyle seven years ago. She sucked his cock in the way she had sucked her ex-boyfriend's cock three years ago. She stroked his cock while sucking his cock and while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth. "Here we are safe and sound," he said looking down at Susan's blonde, pretty head bobbing up and down while still sucking him. We're home." Chapter 3: As if she was in a daze or blowing Jimmy in a sexy, sexual dream, Susan removed her mouth from his penis to gaze up at her house while Jimmy zipped, buttoned, and buckled his pants. So engrossed in sucking his prick, for a minute, she didn't even know where she was. He handed her the car keys and quickly reached for his door handle. When he looked as if he was ready to bolt, jump from her car, and leave her there to fend for herself and leave her without giving her sex, she stopped him with a tug on his arm. Now, in hindsight, she wished she had let him go. In hindsight, she wished all she had done was to suck his cock without allowing him to cum in her mouth as she did later that evening. She wished she never had invited him inside of her house. She wished she hadn't allowed him to strip her naked and to see her without her clothes while having his wicked, sexual way with her naked body. Only, too late to change any of that, what was done was done. "Help me inside please, Jimmy. I'm too drunk to climb the stairs without your help," she said playing the helpless drunk female needing the steady hand of a strong man. "I don't want to fall and hurt myself." Wrapping him around her finger, she gave him another sexy smile and a naughty look. She was drunk but she wasn't that drunk that she couldn't climb her own stairs. She could easily have climbed the three steps that led to her front door herself but she wanted him. Hoping he'd come inside, she wanted sex. She wanted him to give her what she needed and wanted and what she needed and wanted was an orgasm or two, or three, or more. "Okay. Sure," he said climbing out of her car and eagerly wrapping his arm around her. "Allow me to help you." In the way he wrapped his right arm around her in the parking garage while feeling her big breast with his right hand, he wrapped her arm around her while helping her up the stairs and while feeling her big breast again. Only, if Jimmy thought all he was going to get was a quick grope of Susan's big breast through her blouse while fingering her nipple through her bra, he was clueless. He was so innocent. He was so naïve. With him having no idea who was controlling who, he had no idea what she had in mind and what would happen next. "Please," she said pleading with him by looking at him with her big, blue, beautiful eyes. "I need you to come inside to make sure that I'm safe from any burglars or rapists. With me living alone and with no one here to help me but you," she said playing the helpless, innocent victim while telling him that she lived alone, "I need your help." As if she was his mother asking for his help, she looked at him and smiled. "Okay, sure. I'd be glad to come inside to make sure you're safe," he said returning her smile while suddenly acting as if he was her brave hero. In the way she seemingly didn't notice his horny hand before, obviously he thought that she was drunk enough that she wouldn't notice him feeling her tit and fingering her nipple now. He helped her up the stairs while groping her big tit and fingering her erect nipple in the way he did in the parking garage. Now with him feeling her tit and fingering her nipple for the third time, he had passed the point of no return. She had sexually aroused him enough that he wouldn't be taking no for an answer and he wouldn't be leaving there without sex. It was as obvious as it was inevitable that they'd be having sex, hot, sweaty sex. "Thank you, Jimmy," she said quickly digging through her purse for her front door key while leaning against him as her way to make sure that he didn't leave. A modest home, it was a two bedroom, two bath Craftsman house set in a nice neighborhood. She rifled through her purse, found her keys, and unlocked and opened her front door. "Good night," he said after quickly stepping inside, looking around, and turning to go as soon as she opened her front door. As soon as he saw that there were no rapists or burglars hiding to grab her, having done his job and what was required of him, he was ready to leave. She gave him a look that only someone who looked like her could give a man. As if she was Kim Basinger in L. A. Confidential, she gave him a sexy look that melted his heart and hardened his cock. She gave him a look that obviously made him lose his mind to lust. Before allowing him to leave, she said what she needed to say to seduce her young, co-worker. Before allowing him to leave and before it was too late to make her desperate sexual pass at him, she wanted to make one last effort to seduce him. "Wait. Please don't go. Don't leave. Not now. Not yet. I'm a little woozy," she said putting the back of her hand to her forehead while feigning her helplessness. Looking as if she was about to faint, he caught her. "I'm still here," he said. "Don't worry. I have you." As if she was as helpless as Tara from Gone with the Wind, she acted so needy and so helpless when he was the helpless one. "If you don't mind and if it's not too much of an inconvenience," she said pausing in what she was going to say next to give him a sexy smile. "I'll need you to help me off with my clothes." His eyes widened as if she had told him that he was getting a raise and a promotion. "I'm sorry. Pardon? I'm sure that I misheard you and I apologize for thinking bad, sexual thoughts but I thought you said that you need me to help you off with your clothes?" She gave him a naughty look that could only mean that she wanted to give him sex. "I did say that I need you to help me off with my clothes." She smiled. "I'm sorry to bother you but in case I collapse, fall, and hit my head, I'll need you to help strip me naked," she said with a dirty laugh. He looked at her as if she was crazy instead of drunk. "Naked?" He inhaled a deep breath while shivering. "You want me to strip you naked?" As if she was a wicked witch and he was poor Hansel, she melted him with her baby blue eyes. "Please help me undress. I know it sounds ridiculous and with me having no one else to ask but with me so drunk, I'm not able to undress myself," she said giving him a pitiful look. "I'm all thumbs." Jimmy looked at her with as much shock as he looked at her with sexual excitement. With him seemingly ready to bolt, obviously feeling pressured to give his boss sex, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. As soon as she pulled him inside of her house, as if he had just entered the American Horror Story Hotel Cortez, she closed and locked her front door. He was hers for the taking now. Much like the hotel California, he could check out any time he liked but he could never leave. For him better to see what she was about to do, she turned on the hall light, dropped her purse, and pushed him up against the wall. As if she was a cop about to frisk him, she wasn't gentle but rough. Then, as if he was a giant dildo or a human cat for her to wipe her sexual sent on him, she rubbed the full length of her sexy shapely body up against his young, hard body. Unable to move, he remained her prisoner. Then, if that wasn't hint enough that she wanted and needed him to give her sex, she kissed him. She really kissed him. As if he was her sailor home on leave, she kissed him with passion. Parting his lips with her tongue, she kissed him deeply and with sexual abandon. She kissed him, no doubt in the way that he had never been kissed before and, no doubt, in the way that he imagined his mother kissing him. She French kissed him. Seemingly with her fascinated by his stiff prick, she kissed him while reaching down to feel his cock through his pants again before unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants again. Obviously, with her not taking no for an answer in the way that she didn't take no for an answer when she bossed him around in work and when she sexually seduced in her car, he wasn't going anywhere. With him putty in her hands and with her molding him in the shape of the man that she needed him to be, and in the way she was his for the groping, he was hers for the taking. As if she was about to pray and he was her God for the night, she moved to her knees, pulled down his pants, and slid his underwear down with her and all the way down to his ankles. She fondled his cock and toyed with his semi-erect prick before wrapping her hand around his hardening cock and before slowly stroking him again. Leaning forward, she looked up at him before taking him in her mouth again. While stroking him, she started sucking him again and while staring up at him with those electric blue eyes. In the way she envisioned him imagining his mother staring up at him with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth, she stared up at him with his erect prick penetrating her red, full lips. With him telling her how much he loved his mother, really loved his mother, she suspected that he was sexually attracted to his mother, just as she suspected that he was imagining his mother sucking his cock instead of her. Yet, as long as he gave her what she so wanted, she didn't care who he imagined was sucking his dick. Then, as soon as he was hard enough, she removed his cock from her mouth, stood, and pulled him to her bedroom by his erect prick. * * * * * Once inside her bedroom, instead of turning on the overhead light for total illumination, not wanting to spoil the mood, she turned on her bedside light for ambience. With the bedside light softer and offering more of a romantic mood, she feared that the overhead light would show every imperfection of her 39-year-old body to his 24-year-old, overtly and overly critical eyes. Imagining him running out the door once he saw her naked, the overheard light was much too revealing. She knew she looked good naked. She knew she had a good body but compared to a 24-year-old woman, there was no comparison. Suddenly, she had second misgivings with what she was doing and what she was about to do. She had sobered up enough to feel self-conscious about sexually seducing her young co-worker, her sexually innocent subordinate. She was now keenly aware that having sex with a man 15 years her junior was so wrong on so many different levels. Then again, she was now keenly aware that having sex with a man 15 years her junior was so right on so many different levels. Yet, even more than just the sex, she was about to have sex with her subordinate, a man she worked closely with every day. How could she do that? How dare she do that? Why would she do that? If this goes wrong, she'll lose her job and ruin her reputation. Yet, still too drunk to consider the ramifications of that and how her having sex with Jimmy may ruin their working relationship, she took no heed to her subconscious reservations. Her guilty conscience wasn't enough to overrule her horniness and sexual frustration. She needed sex. She needed to get laid. She needed to feel his hard prick in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. She needed him to sate her horniness and satisfy her sexual frustration. She needed him to give her an orgasm. She needed to cum. As if he was the only man left living in the world, she wanted him in the way she had never sexually wanted any other man. Even though she was still so very beautiful and sexy, as told to her by every man she had ever been with, there was no way that she could compete against a 24-year-old woman. Yet, with her nearly 40-years-old, her age was as much of a disadvantage as it was an advantage. She suspected from working with him and talking to him that he was sexually attracted to older women. In addition to being sexually attracted to his mother, she knew that some women that he confessed his sexual attraction to were old enough to be his mother. "I'm sorry to trouble you for your help but if you don't mind, I'll need you to help me remove my clothes," she said again while giving him a sexy look. "Unable to do that myself, I'll need you to undress me," she said giving him a naughty look. "I'll need you to strip me naked," she said as if she was an invalid and was unable to do that for herself. He looked at her as if he had just won the lottery and she was his prize to claim. "Okay, sure. Yeah, I can do that," he said fumbling with the buttons of her blouse with trembling fingers. She stepped closer to him to whisper what she wanted to say in his ear. "Then, after you undress me and after you strip me naked," she said with a long pause to look him in the eyes. "I need you to give me sex," she said looking deeply into his eyes. "I need you to give me an orgasm. I need to cum. I need you to rub my clit, finger my pussy, and lick my pussy," she said as if she was his mother while running her fingers through his hair and while giving him a peck on the lips. As if she was talking to her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband, someone she had already had sex with before, instead she confessed her sexual desires to her co-worker. She wasn't shy in telling him all that she sexually wanted. She wasn't shy about taking control of their sexual time together. She wasn't ashamed or embarrassed about him seeing her naked just as she wasn't ashamed and embarrassed to take his stiff prick in her hand before taking him in her mouth. He looked at her with a face mixed with as much sexual excitement as he suddenly looked at her with fear. She surmised that he felt pressured to sexually perform well enough to sexually please her, sexually pleasure her, and sexually satisfy her. Perhaps he had never been with a woman who knew what she wanted, was so eager to get it, and who was so sexually proactive. Perhaps he was a man who needed to be in control. Only, with him confessing, in not so many words, his sexual attraction for his mother, she pegged him more as a Mama's boy. As if she was his Dominatrix, she pegged him as being submissive enough to give her whatever she sexually asked of him. * * * * * "Okay. Yeah, sure, I can do that. I can undress you. I can strip you naked," he said with a quivering voice and pausing with what he was going to say next. "I can try and give you an orgasm," he said seemingly and suddenly doubting that he could. As if she was whispering him a secret, she moved her red lipstick, clad lips closer to his ear. "Then, after you give me an orgasm with your fingers and with your mouth, I want you to make love to me before fucking me. Fucking me hard while pounding my pussy, I want you to give me another orgasm with your cock," she said. He fell back against her dresser as if he was about to faint. "Oh, God," he said under his breath. She moved her mouth closer to whisper her words in his ear again, only this time she stuck her tongue in his ear and blew inside of his ear while sticking her tongue in his ear. "If you can do all of that for me, I'll give you the blowjob that you've always imagined your mother giving you. As if you're cumming in your mother's mouth, you may even cum in my mouth and watch me swallow," she said with a smile. She took a step back to look at his reaction to her words. He looked at her with shock. He looked at her with shame. He looked at her with embarrassment. He looked at her with sexual excitement. He looked at her as if she was physic. "My mother?" As if trying to read her while playing Texas Hold 'em Poker, he paused to stare in her big, blue eyes. Instead of denying it, he embraced it. "How did you know that I was sexually attracted to my mother?" She rolled her eyes and sighed. "With us working together for the past year, you already told me in not so many words how sexually attracted you are to you are mother. You're always talking about your mother and bragging about her, I suspected you were sexually attracted to your Mom with all of the photos that you have of her on your desk," she said with laugh. "Men usually have photos of their girlfriend or their dog but not their mother." He looked at her with shock. "Oh, my God. I had no idea you knew so very much about me, about my mother, and about my personal, sexual life," he said. "Not that I'm having sex with my mother, I'm not, but I would if I could." He looked at her. "Suddenly, I feel so violated that you know that about me." As if she was a detective revealing to her client everything she knew about him, she gave him a self-satisfied smile. "Don't be. It's only normal that a son is sexually attracted to his mother. You can even call me Mom, mother, or Mommy, if you'd like," she said. He gave her a nervous smile. "Thank you. I'd like that," he said. She gave him an understanding look. "With your father taking off with his young secretary years ago and with you still living at home with your mother, I figured as much. I suspected you were sexually attracted to your mother before you even told me that you were. You wouldn't still be living at home if you didn't enjoy peeping on your mother dressing and undressing and if you didn't enjoy allowing her to catch you masturbating," she said looking at him with sexual arousal. "Am I right?" He stared at her as if she was from another planet. "Yes. You're right. I still wouldn't be still living at home if I wasn't sexually attracted to my mother," he finally said admitting his sexual attraction to his mother. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 03 She gave him another long look as if she was reading his mind. "Tell me and be honest. There's no judgments here, just curiosity. Have you peeped on your mother dressing and undressing? Have you seen your mother topless and/or naked?" She looked at him while waiting for his response and when he didn't immediately answer her, she asked him more questions. "Have you exposed your cock to your mother? Do you sexually fantasize having sex with your mother's naked body?" He looked at her with as much embarrassment as he looked at her with shock, shame, and sexual excitement. "Oh, my God, Susan, I'm so embarrassed," he said falling silent. "Yes, I've peeped on my mother. Yes, I've briefly seen her topless and naked. Yes, I've exposed my cock to her and yes I've sexually fantasized having sex with her naked body while masturbating," he said looking ashamed and embarrassed. "I can't help myself from being sexually attracted to her. She's so beautiful. She's so sexy," he said pausing before saying what he said next. "She looks so much like you." She looked at him with sexual excitement. "Now help me off with these clothes. * * * * * Before starting to undress her, pensive in thought, he fell silent before blurting out what he said next. "You look a lot like my mother," he said looking at her as if she was his mother instead of his co-worker and his boss. "You do. You really do. And you remind me of her in the way that you talk and walk." Susan looked at him to give him a motherly smile. "I do? I look like your mother?" She looked at him with curiosity. "How so? Tell me. I'm curious to know. How do I look like your mother?" She curled her long, blonde hair with her fingers while looking at him with sexual lust while waiting for him to answer her questions. When he didn't immediately respond, she asked him again. "In what way do I look like your mother?" As if he was unbuttoning his mother's blouse, Jimmy continued unbuttoning Susan's blouse. "She's tall like you, blonde, and has blue eyes like you but she's not as sexy, shapely, and busty as you are," he said. "You really do have big tits and an unbelievable body," he said staring at her exposed cleavage and at her bra clad breasts. "My God. You have the biggest I've ever felt through a woman's clothes," he said feeling her big breasts through her blouse and bra. Instead of just stripping herself naked, stripping him naked too, and having hot, passionate sex with him, now that she knew he was sexually attracted to his mother, it sexually aroused her to play the surrogate mother with her young, subordinate co-worker. Interested now to play this surrogate mother and son game, she tossed back her long, blonde, lush hair with a nod her pretty head. With her already in the mood and with her now getting in the frame of mind to do some role playing, she looked at him as if she was his mother instead of his co-worker "Is she pretty?" He looked up at her while watching her curl her hair with her fingers. "Yes, but not as pretty as you. You're wicked pretty. Besides, she's older than you," he said. With her fifteen years older than him, suddenly, she felt old, as old as his mother when he said his mother was older. Yet, she looked at him with as much curiosity as she looked at him with sexual interest. She was curious what age he thought was old or older in a woman. No doubt, with him not even 25-years-old, perhaps he thought that anyone over 30-years-old was old. For sure, she didn't think that 30-years-old was old nor did she think that 39-years-old was old. Even though today or yesterday, July 26th, to be exact, was her 39th birthday, she still felt and looked the same as she did when she was 30-years-old. "If you don't mind me asking, how old is your mother? He paused for a moment as if making sure to get his mother's age right. "She's forty-eight," he said pausing as if he was unsure if he should ask his next question. Before he asked his question, he looked at her as if trying to read her and/or as if trying to determine her age. "How old are you?" She laughed another melodious laugh. "How old am I? Duh? Ordinarily, that's something you should never ask a woman and that's something that I'd never tell you but if you remember, we celebrated my 39th birthday last night. I'm thirty-nine-years-old and you're twenty-four-years-old, just a baby," she said giving him a peck on the lips. He continued unbuttoning her blouse while exposing her big bra and long line of cleavage to his horny eyes. Then, when he flayed open her blouse, he stood there staring at her bra clad breasts as if her bra clad breasts were the first ones he had seen. He stood there staring at her bra clad breast as if he was staring at his mother's bra clad breasts. "Well? What are you waiting for an invitation? Take off my blouse," she said with a laugh. He removed her blouse. "And now my skirt," she said wiggling her shapely ass. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and helped her out of her short skirt. As if he was her boyfriend, her husband, or already her lover, she stood proud before him in her sexy, low cut bra and white, bikini panties. It had been years since she stood in front of a man only in her underwear and here she was standing before her co-worker, her subordinate, in her sexy, low cut bra and white, sheer, bikini panties. Something, he no doubt wished her could do with his mother, strip her naked, she was allowing him to do that with her, his boss. Something, he no doubt wished he could do with his mother, have sex with her, she was allowing him to have sex with her, his boss. "You have a beautiful body. You're so very sexy, shapely, and curvy," he said. She smiled at his compliment before giving him his next instructions. "Thank you," said Susan. "Your choice," she said looking down at herself before looking up at him. As if she was a waitress in a fine restaurant and she was the main course on the menu, she asked the preference of his selection. "Which will you be removing first, my bra or my panties?" He looked at her as if he was torn before he looked up at her bra clad breasts. He stared down at her bra before staring down at her panties and finally focusing his attention on her bra. "Your bra. I've always been enamored with your big breasts. I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated over the thoughts of seeing and feeling your big tits." When he told her that he always been enamored with her big breasts and had even masturbated over the thoughts of seeing and feeling her big tits, she looked at him with as much shock as she looked at him with sexual excitement. "Eww, that's way too much information," she said with a sexy laugh. Then, she looked at him, really looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "Really? In the way you masturbate over the imagined thoughts of seeing your mother naked, you masturbated over the thoughts of seeing and feeling my tits?" He smiled at her as if he was ready to masturbate over her now. "Sure. Lots of times," he said. "I enjoy thinking of you naked and having sex with your naked body." Regarding him before speaking, she gave him a curious look. "I can't help but to admit that you masturbating over the thoughts of seeing and feeling my tits, of me naked, and you having sex with my naked body is perversely sexy," she said with a dirty laugh. "And, just curious, do you think of your mother naked and having sex with your mother while masturbating over me too?" He looked at her with embarrassment. He looked at her with shame. He looked at her with sexual excitement. "I have sometimes," he said. "Yes." She gave him a sexy look and a naughty smile. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and remove my bra," he said. Jimmy reached around her, but unable to unhook her bra, he struggled with the clasp as if it was a combination to a safe. Continuing to have trouble undoing her bra, he moved behind her to unhook her hooks. Then, when he pushed down her bra straps, Susan held her bra cups to her breasts. As if she was a stripper on stage, she sexually teased him before peeling her bra cups from her big breasts. "Wow! Your breasts are huge. They're so much bigger than my mother's breasts," he said. "Are they real?" Susan rolled her eyes and sighed before she laughed. "Duh? Yes, of course they're real," she said. "Why do you ask? Don't they look real to you?" Suddenly, he looked embarrassed again. "Yes, they do look real but some of the men at work took bets if your tits were real or implants," he said. She rolled her eyes again but this time she sighed her exasperation loudly over her thoughts about men in general. "And what did you bet?" He gave her a little, nervous smile. "I didn't. I haven't seen enough breasts to tell real breasts from implants just be seeing the impressions they make through someone's clothes," he said with a sad, little laugh. "Unless seeing them naked, I don't think anyone can tell fake breasts from real breasts, unless they're super big, stripper big and don't move. Then, even when a woman is topless, unless there's noticeable scars, or the nipples aren't where they're supposed to be, or if they feel harder to the touch, I would think it would be difficult to tell fake breasts from real breasts." Susan looked at him with curiosity. "You seem to be quite the expert on breasts whether fake or natural," she said with a laugh. He laughed too. "I guess I am a breast expert," he said with pride. "I love tits, especially big tits, and have been a subscriber of Playboy and Penthouse for years." He stared at her naked breasts. "I love you big tits." She suddenly looked at him with as much curiosity as she looked at him with confusion. "Thank you," she said. "Wait. Back up," she looked at him as if he wasn't telling her something and as if there was a lot more to his story. "You've seen your mother's breasts?" As if he was a teenager instead of a 24-year-old grown man, he looked embarrassed and sexually excited again at the same time. "I told you already that I saw my mother topless and naked briefly. I didn't see her up close and I didn't see her whole breasts in the way I'm seeing your entire, naked breasts now. Yet, I've seen a few down nightgown views of her breasts and a few side views of her tits with she lays out on her stomach without her bikini top to get some sun on her back," he said. Susan looked at him with insight. "It sounds like Mommy is sexually teasing you," she said with a sexy laugh. "It sounds like Mommy knows that you're watching her and sexually lusting over her." He looked at her and made a sour face. "Nah, she only lays out topless when she doesn't think I'm home but whenever I suspect she's out back, I sneak in the house and watch her from my bedroom window that overlooks the backyard while masturbating." He looked at her while watching for her reaction to his confession. "Wow, that's a bit perverted but sexy," she said. He smiled his sexual excitement at her. "I always wished a bee would buzz her to make her jump up and run around the backyard topless. I'd love to watch her bouncing her boobs without her knowing that I was watching her while masturbating over her," he said with a laugh. "I've only seen bits and pieces of my Mom breasts and never the whole thing in the way that I'm seeing all of your breasts now." Not totally turned off by his incestuous confession, she nodded her head as if she understood his incestuous, sexual infatuation with is mother. After she participated in the swinging lifestyle with her ex-husband, who was she to judge? As long as people don't hurt anyone and as long as they don't have sex with minors or with animals, what two consenting adults do behind closed doors was okay with her. Only, with her crossing a forbidden line of not only having sex with someone so young, 15 years her junior but also with her co-worker who was her subordinate, she was playing a dangerous game of kiss and tell. She trusted him with the future of her job, her career, and her reputation. Yet, if he told anyone at work that they had sex, she'd tell everyone at work that he's sexually attracted to his mother. She'd tell everyone at work that he masturbates over imagining seeing his mother naked and of having sex with his mother's naked body. "Well?" She took a step back, put her hands over her head, and then, putting her hands down by her sides, she leaned forward while shaking her big tits. "What do you think of my tits?" He used her question as his invited opportunity to stare closer and longer at her big, beautiful, shapely breasts, areolas, and nipples. "I think they're spectacular," he said. "They're so shapely. They look like how all women's breasts should look but don't. They look like those perfect breasts that I only see in Playboy, Penthouse, or Hustler magazine. You definitely could pose for Playboy with those tits," he said with a sexually excited smile. "You have quite the rack." She smiled her satisfaction with his compliment. "Go ahead. Don't be shy. You may touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them, if you'd like," she said looking down at her breasts while cupping her big breasts in the palms of her hands. As if he had four hands, Jimmy was all over Susan's big tits. Touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and sucking them, he obviously loved her big breasts. "Now my panties," she said. Jimmy stuck his fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties, pulled them down, and helped her climb out of them to reveal her trimmed blonde pussy. Susan stood before her young co-worker naked. Jimmy stared at her naked body as if he had never seen a naked woman before or as if he was staring at his naked mother. In the way he stared at her, he made her feel special. Too late to turn back now, with it being such a long time since she had sex, and with her so very horny and sexually frustrated, he could have been practically anyone and she would have given him sex. "You're so beautiful," he said. Then, it struck her as ridiculous. Here she was after having too much to drink and standing in her house naked and in front of her co-worker. As if he was hypnotized by her big tits and mesmerized by her naked pussy, she looked at him staring at her naked body and burst out laughing. "I'm beautiful, no doubt, especially without my clothes," said Susan laughing. He continued staring at her naked body. "I'm not going to argue that," he said returning her laugh. "Nevertheless, with or without your clothes, you're a beautiful, sexy, and desirable woman. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen fully clothe and/or now naked." He stepped closer to her and kissed her, French kissed her. Returning his kiss, she took hold of his cock in her hand while he felt her big, firm tits and fingered her erect nipples. Holding his stiff prick in her hand not only made her feel temporarily sexually sated but also holding his erection in her hand made her feel wanted and sexually desired. When they broke off the kiss, Susan helped him strip off his clothes. Now with him naked too, she sat on her bed and scooted back with her head on her pillows and with her legs spread. She took his hand and pulled him to her. Expecting him to eat her, she wanted him to give her oral sex. "Eat me," she said. "Make love to me with your fingers and with your mouth. Make me cum. I need to cum," she said. "I've been so horny. I need to have an orgasm." He moved his naked body between her legs and kissed her cunt before fingering her cunt and before licking her cunt. Then, getting into eating her, he reached up to feel and fondle her big breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm fingering your pussy, Susan. I can't believe I'm eating my boss' pussy," said Jimmy. She grabbed him by his ears and mashed his face in her wet cunt. "Less talking and more licking," she said. "Lick me, Jimmy, lick me. Eat me, Jimmy, eat me." Holding his head there in place, she wiggled her hips to fill his face with her vaginal secrets. With her so horny and so sexually frustrated, it didn't take her long to cum. "I love eating you, Susan. I love licking your pussy. I can't get enough of your cunt," he said lifting his head to come up for air before returning to eating her. "I love sticking my fingers inside of you while watching you wiggle your tight, little ass." With her starting the dirty talk by asking him to eat her, seemingly, she enjoyed him talking dirty to her. As if she was a man pressing the back of her head with his hand while filling her mouth with his cock, she pressed the back of his head with her hand while filling his mouth with her pussy. "Oh, my God, Jimmy. Don't stop. Please don't stop. That's it. Right there, baby. Lick me harder. Lick me faster. Rub my clit with your finger while sticking your other finger deep inside me. Lick me, Jimmy. Lick me," she said tightening her legs and arching her back. "Oh, fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming Jimmy," she said pulling his head and mashing his face in her soaking wet cunt. She collapse in bed when it was over. "Geez Susan, I thought you were going to pull the hair out of my head. That was so intense," he said. "Did you cum?" She looked at him, rolled her eyes and sighed before kissing him. "Yes, of course I did. You gave me a wonderful orgasm," she said. "Just hold me for a minute. I need to be held." They stayed like that with Susan resting her head on his chest and Jimmy holding her. "God, you're so beautiful Susan," said Jimmy touching her hair and the side of her face before feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples. She looked up at him and smiled. "Make love to me, Jimmy. Make me your woman. Make me your bitch. And after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me, really fuck me hard," she said. She looked at him in the way that the was looking at her "Oh, my God," he said obviously feeling pressured to perform. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slid his naked body up to her naked body. "After you give me an orgasm with your cock, I'll blow you as if I'm your mother. Okay? You can even pretend I'm your mother sucking your cock. You may even call me Mom, Mommy, or mother, I don't mind. What's your mother's name?" He looked down at her with sexual excitement. "Christine," he said. She smiled and lifted her head to give him a kiss. "You may call me, Mom, mother, mommy, or even Christine if you'd like," she said. She leaned to the side to reach in her nightstand drawer to pull out a condom and when she did, she exposed her naked ass to him. Taking the opportunity to feel her naked ass, he groped her from behind. She opened the condom and pulled it down over his prick. Jimmy mounted her and Susan reached her hand down to guide his erect prick inside of her. Slowly humping her while kissing her, they made love. Then, when he started humping her faster and harder, she rolled him over and sat on him as if she was riding a bull in a rodeo. Jumping and bouncing up and down on him, he rolled her over and fucked her in the way she needed and wanted to be fucked. He pounded her pussy. Fucking her faster, he fucked her harder. Seemingly determined to give her an orgasm with his cock in the way that he gave her an orgasm with his fingers and mouth, she promised him the blowjob of his life. She promised to suck his cock in the way that he imagined his mother sucking his cock. She even told him that he could cum in her mouth and watch her swallow. "Oh, my God, Susan. I'm going to cum," said Jimmy. She grabbed his ass with two hands and pushed him deeper inside of her. "Don't cum. Not yet. I'm almost there. Hold. Think of something else," she said. "Think of baseball. Think of work. Think of anything that will stop you from cumming," she said. "Besides wouldn't you'd much rather cum in my mouth than cumming in a latex condom?" Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 03 He slowed his pace to keep from cumming. "Okay, okay," he said. Susan returned her humps with his. Humping him harder, she humped him faster until she ready to have her second orgasm. "Oh, Jimmy. Oh, Jimmy. My God, Jimmy. Don't stop. Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said collapsing again on the bed. Instead of staying there while inside of her, Jimmy rolled off of her to rest on his back. He pulled the condom off and deposited in the basket on the floor beside the night table. After resting for a minute, Susan took his cock in hand and fondled the head of his prick before stroking his prick. Then, sliding her sexy, shapely body down half the length of him, she took his cock in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, she wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She needed to taste his cum. She wanted to swallow his cum. Then, later, after he left, when alone with her vibrator and dildo and assuredly was horny again, she'd think of sucking Jimmy. She'd think of making love to him. She'd think of fucking him. Then, she'd think of him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing his cum. Sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, Jimmy exploded a huge volume of cum in her mouth. An unexpected amount, she nearly gagged. Swallowing him, she licked him clean but as soon as she removed her mouth from his cock, he exploded another volume of cum all over her face. With cum dripping from her hair, her eyes, her nose, and her chin, he gave her a real cum bath. She wipe him from her before moving up to him to kiss him. "That was a lot of cum Jimmy. Were you saving that for me? You gave me quite the cum bath," she said laughing while wiping her face with her sheet. * * * * * Was having sex with her co-worker who was her subordinate worth her sexual orgasms? Was her sexual orgasms worth taking a hit to her reputation? Was her sexual orgasms worth losing her job? Was having sex with a much younger man worth being called a cougar? A reason for everything that oftentimes may not be disclosed until later in life, had Susan not had sex with Jimmy, she never would have been fired from her job and met her asshole boyfriend Tommy. Had she not experienced the sack of shit that Tommy was, she never would have known what a great man and a good lover 68-year-old Walter was when she met him. Right place and the right time, had she met Walter before she had sex with Jimmy, she'd have no reason to have sex with Jimmy. Right place and the right time, had she met Walter before she met Tommy, she wouldn't have looked twice at him. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 04 Four years later, Susan meets Tommy in a bar and invites him home for sex. Continued from Chapter 3: Susan returned her humps with his. Humping him harder, she humped him faster until she ready to have her second orgasm. "Oh, Jimmy. Oh, Jimmy. My God, Jimmy. Don't stop. Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said collapsing again on the bed. Instead of staying there while inside of her, Jimmy rolled off of her to rest on his back. He pulled the condom off and deposited in the basket on the floor beside the night table. After resting for a minute, Susan took his cock in hand and fondled the head of his prick before stroking his prick. Then, sliding her sexy, shapely body down half the length of him, she took his cock in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, she wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She needed to taste his cum. She wanted to swallow his cum. Then, later, after he left, when alone with her vibrator and dildo and assuredly was horny again, she'd think of sucking Jimmy. She'd think of making love to him. She'd think of fucking him. Then, she'd think of him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing his cum. Sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, Jimmy exploded a huge volume of cum in her mouth. An unexpected amount, she nearly gagged. Swallowing him, she licked him clean but as soon as she removed her mouth from his cock, he exploded another volume of cum all over her face. With cum dripping from her hair, her eyes, her nose, and her chin, he gave her a real cum bath. She wipe him from her before moving up to him to kiss him. "That was a lot of cum Jimmy. Were you saving that for me? You gave me quite the cum bath," she said laughing while wiping her face with her sheet. * * * * * Was having sex with her co-worker who was her subordinate worth her sexual orgasms? Was her sexual orgasms worth taking a hit to her reputation? Was her sexual orgasms worth losing her job? Was having sex with a much younger man worth being called a cougar? A reason for everything that oftentimes may not be disclosed until later in life, had Susan not had sex with Jimmy, she never would have been fired from her job and met her asshole boyfriend Tommy. Had she not experienced the sack of shit that Tommy was, she never would have known what a great man and a good lover 68-year-old Walter was when she met him. Right place and the right time, had she met Walter before she had sex with Jimmy, she'd have no reason to have sex with Jimmy. Right place and the right time, had she met Walter before she met Tommy, she wouldn't have looked twice at him. Chapter 4: Four years later, now forty-three-years-old, Susan had a new, albeit a lower paying job with less responsibility. Instead of working as a Corporate Controller, she worked as a lowly writer. Yet, even though she was earning much less money doing something that she loved to do, writing for a living, she was more satisfied with her work. Now with her not having to supervise anyone and with whatever she does coming directly from her mind, she was happier and most times, working from home. Moreover, most days she was able to make her own hours. Yet, today, unable to make her own schedule and lounge around the house, she had to be in work for a meeting, her presentation of ideas for their advertising/marketing campaign. Already late for work but not yet late for her presentation, normally conscientious about her job and always on time, even though her presentation was due, she didn't care if she was late for work today. Today, after a long, dry spell of involuntary abstinence, she was finally having some sexy, sexual fun. She was finally getting laid. With it having been a quite a while since she got laid, a sexually exciting surprise and an unexpected pleasure, she was still in bed with her boyfriend, Tom, who arrived early this morning. He surprised her by stopping by as she was getting ready for work. After not hearing from him for a few weeks, he surprised her by showing up out of the blue at her front door. Just out of the shower and getting dressed, she only had time enough to put on her bra and panty, her blouse, and a short skirt before there was a knock at her door. Hoping it was him and suspecting it was him, no one knocked at her door but for her girlfriend, Jennifer, but not at this early hour of the morning. Answering her door barefoot, she was glad that she had already fixed her hair and had time enough to put on her makeup. A shocking sight to behold, no man has ever seen her without her makeup. Not that she's ugly without wearing makeup, showing all the lines, wrinkles, and marks of living 43-years, she's just not as pretty without her face. Being that Tommy had never seen her without makeup, she didn't want to ruin his illusion when it's been a while since she had seen him. She didn't want to give him a more realistic memory of her when the old memory worked just fine. When she knew he was here for sex, a booty call, for him to still sexually want her, she needed to always look her best. Taking whatever she could get, especially now that she was older and no longer a twenty-something child or thirty-something-year-old MILF, Susan understood that it wasn't easy for him to get away from his wife and two kids. She never thought she'd be involved with a married man, it just happened that way. Besides, he lied to her by telling her that he was in the middle of getting a divorce, when he wasn't. He lied to her when he told her he was separated from his wife and no longer living at home, when he wasn't. Even when he told her that he was getting a divorce and was separated from his wife, she didn't believe him. She wanted to believe him and used him telling her that he was getting a divorce and was separated from his wife as her excuse to have and to continue to have sex with him. Yet, his lying about his relationship with his wife didn't stop her from getting in bed with him. She was horny. She was sexually frustrated. She wanted him to give her sex. She needed to get laid. With him already there, he was hers for the taking if she wanted him. Besides, when they first met, she figured their sexual time together would be nothing more than a one night stand. As if they were teenagers hiding their sexy, secret affair from their parents, they snuck around behind the scenes with lots of phone calls in between to plan their sexual rendezvous. It's never been easy for her to see him. Only, this morning, he surprised her. Instead of her calling him, this morning, he magically appeared at her front door ready for sex. With her always being so horny and so sexually frustrated lately after enduring such a sexual dry spell, this morning, she was ready for sex too. Before she even met him and before she even had sex with him, something to allay her guilt and to assure herself that she wasn't responsible for breaking up his marriage, he told her he was separated from his wife. Separated her ass. He told her that he was getting a divorce. Divorce her ass. As did all the men in her life, he lied to her. Now more than a year later and with him still sticking to his same, sad story about being separated and getting a divorce from his wife, she suspected that he was lying to her about being separated and/or getting a divorce. If he was separated from his wife, why didn't he invite her to his apartment? Never did he invite her to his place. If he was getting a divorce, why didn't he take her anywhere, to dinner and/or to the movies? Always he came to her place. With her pushing the issue and calling him on his bluff, he finally told her that he was staying with his wife because of the kids. Kids her ass. With him out late at night drinking and picking up new women to fuck, he never sees his kids. She wondered if he even had children. She wondered if he was even married. Now no longer taking him at his word and not believing anything he said, she suspected that he had been lying to her all along about everything. Even more hurtful than him lying to her, she suspected that she wasn't the only women he was seeing. She suspected that he had other woman on the side that he was having sex with, lying to, and stringing them along too. She suspected that he didn't love her, even though he told her that he did love her but not in so many words. He told her that he loved her with his gentle touches and his passionate kisses. He told her he loved her by the way he gave her orgasms. Only, now that she knew the truth about him lying, what she thought was love was nothing more than sex. Readying herself for the adjustment of living without him in her life, she knew, one day soon, she'd catch him with another woman. She knew, one day soon, she'd find out the truth about him. She knew, one day soon, that she'd be alone with her bad self again. Yet, if he was sincere about getting a divorce, he would have gotten a divorce by now. Moreover, the reason why he always had trouble finding the time to see her, she suspected that she wasn't the only one he was seeing behind his wife's back, if he even had a wife. With him a good looking man, she knew there were others, a lot of others. Only, unable to go there, especially when she was so horny and so happy to see him again, she removed those thoughts of him cheating on her from her mind. Willing to stick her head in the sand and/or up in the clouds, she didn't want to know what he did when he wasn't with her. Yet, when she was lonely and horny, when he wasn't there to comfort her and sexually satisfy her, all of those dark thoughts of him having sex with other women filled her with sadness, depression, anger, and sorrow. Suspecting that he was cheating on his wife with her, if he even had a wife, she suspected that he was just using her for sex. With him just another man who didn't want to commit, little did he know that she was using him for sex too. He was just another man who wanted something for nothing in return for free sex. Fortunately for him, with her always so horny and sexually frustrated, not expecting anything in return from him, sex was all she that wanted from him too. With her knowing his type, he wanted all of the sexual fun without any of the responsibility of living with her, caring for her, and supporting her emotionally, physically, and financially. With her wanting to build a life together with him before, she was glad that he hadn't committed to her now. With so many men preferring just to play the field while hoping someone better will come along, for whatever the reason, he was just another man who was unable to commit to just her. Saving all of that discussion for later, putting all of her suspicions out of her thoughts, in the way she was so hot for sex right now, she didn't care. Feeling no deep emotional connection of love for him as she once did, with him just a hard cock to her right now, she needed sex. She needed to get laid. She needed to feel a big, hard prick in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. She needed him to give her an orgasm. She needed to cum. With her so horny, she didn't care if he had three wives and a dozen kids. As long as he didn't give her a sexually transmitted disease, she didn't care if he was married, wasn't married, divorce, separated, and/or cheating on her too. Explaining why he rarely had the time to see her, as long as she didn't know the truth about him, she really didn't care if he was lying to her while cheating on her with a dozen other women. It really didn't matter. What mattered more to her now was that he was here to give her an orgasm. He was here to get laid and for her to suck him after she fucked him. * * * * * What she more cared about was that he looked like Brad Pitt but without hair. She always liked Brad Pitt, an understatement. She loved Brad Pitt. For as long as she could remember, from the first time she saw him in Thelma and Louise, she was in love with Brad Pitt as an actor and as a man. Brad Pitt was her dream man, her sexual fantasy man, and the one man she'd do anything to have sex with even just once. Hating Jennifer Aniston when she married Brad Pitt, she hated Angelina Jolie even more when she stole him away from Jennifer Aniston and recently married him. With her having seen all of his movies more than once, she had such a huge, celebrity crush on him. When Tommy wore a hat, his customary baseball cap, he looked how Brad Pitt looked when he played Billy Beane in Moneyball. Still, it was difficult to imagine him with hair, as it was difficult to imagined Brad Pitt without hair. His uncanny resemblance to him looking like Brad Pitt was how she was attracted to him in a bar in the first place. A man approached her and even from a distance he looked familiar as if she had met him before or had seen him somewhere before. He was taller than her, thank God. With her 5'9" tall without heels and even taller with heels, most men were shorter than her. Tommy was at least 6' tall. "Hi," he said turning to her and giving her a big smile that made him look even more like Brad Pitt. "I'm Tom," he said looking down at her nearly empty glass. "May I buy you a drink?" When he talked to her was when she recognized him as Brad Pitt in the flesh. She had to look hard at him to find the smallest detail in his face to assure herself that he wasn't Brad Pitt. As if he was an imposter or an impersonator impersonating him, he even had the same voice and the same mannerisms as he did. Weird, so very weird. Thinking that she was seeing things, hearing things, and/or imagining things, she did a double take when she saw how much he resembled her movie star idol. With her envisioning this stranger as looking like her favorite movie star, maybe she was so horny and so sexually frustrated that she was losing her mind while thinking that Brad Pitt just offered to buy her a drink. Trying not to stare, she took a closer look at him. 'Wow! He does look a lot like Brad Pitt,' she thought to herself. He could be Brad Pitt's brother. Maybe he was Brad Pitt's younger brother. Actually, he could be Brad Pitt's bald identical, twin brother. If Brad Pitt had cancer, God forbid, and lost his hair due to chemotherapy, he'd look like Tom. Now, she wondered if, in the way that Brad Pitt was bald in the movie The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, she questioned if he was bald in real life and wore a hairpiece. A lot of famous movie stars wore hair pieces, Charlie Sheen, Burt Reynolds, Ben Affleck, Jude Law, John Travolta, Daniel Craig, Billy Bob Thornton, Kevin Costner, and Sean Connery. Maybe instead of him being Tom, he really is Brad Pitt in disguise without his hairpiece. 'Wow! Wouldn't that be something? Nah, that's just hopeful thinking on her part,' she thought "No," she said taking the last sip of her drink. "Thank you. I have a one drink limit," she said holding up her drink. "I'm driving," she said suddenly remembering that drunken night four, long years ago when Jimmy volunteered to drive her home. She wondered what ever happened to him. She wondered if he was still working at the same place, her old company. She wondered if he was seeing anyone. She wondered if he ever had sex with his mother. "With you nearly done with your drink, I'll have to talk fast," he said with a sexy laugh. She gave him a smile while spellbound by him. Even if he wasn't Brad Pitt in disguise, with him looking so much like him, she could easily pretend that he was Brad Pitt, especially with them naked and in bed together. Already starry eyed, she wanted to believe that he was Brad Pitt. She imagined calling him Brad before kissing him. She imagined being on her knees and looking up at him before blowing him while pretending that he really was Brad Pitt. "I just stopped in to unwind before going home alone to my tiny, studio apartment alone," she said making sure that he heard her say that she was going home alone. "I needed to decompress before heating up some mac and cheese," she said with a sad, little laugh. "I've had one Hell of a day at work. I just couldn't bear to go home alone," she said again hoping he'd get the hint. "Actually, the whole week was pretty bad," she said raising her glass to take another unconscious sip of her drink from her empty glass. For her to forget that she had already finished her drink, Susan was obviously nervous that her look-a-like Brad Pitt was talking to her. She was always nervous talking to men and even more so because he look so very much like Brad Pitt. She imagined making love to him while imagining that she was making love to the real Brad Pitt. She imagined him telling her that he really was Brad Pitt and was stepping out on Angelina for a night of wild sex. She imagined him telling her that he no longer loved Angelina but now loved her. * * * * * Yet, after what happened with her ex-husband and Jimmy, along with a multitude of other men along her way and before them, she had a love/hate relationship with men. Turning mean and nasty in a second, she knew what men were capable of doing. She never had a good relationship with men. Always starting out well, it always ended badly. Always, whether it was for sex, money and/or for sex and money, men were always there to take sexually advantage of her, use her, and abuse her. If anything, after being emotionally and physically abused by her ex-husband, and sexually abused by her four, drunken brothers when they gangbanged raped her, she feared men. Continuing the cycle of sexual abuse from when she was younger, her piano teacher sexually abused her for years. Because she was blonde, pretty, and had big, blue eyes, even her uncle forced her to give him oral sex. Her favorite cousin beat her, tortured, and raped her before trying to drown her for fear that she'd tell what he did to her. "Don't tell," he continued saying to her while pushing her head under dirty and freezing pond water on an extremely cold day in February. "Don't tell." So traumatized and never so cold as she was that day, she didn't speak for years after that incident. Rather than just talk to her, most men just stared at her, leered at her, and ogled her. Rather than just talk to her as if she was a person who happened to be a beautiful and sexy woman, most men treated her as if she was fresh meat. Rather than just talk to her, most men saw her as being unapproachable and someone to put up on a pedestal in the way they do with models, celebrities, strippers, porn stars, Playboy centerfolds, and football cheerleaders. Yet, for the most part, most men looked at her as if she was just someone to suck them before they fucked her. Besides, most men didn't want a dialogue, they just wanted sex. A reason that escaped her, perhaps for the fear of being rejected, the good looking guys were seemingly always reluctant to approach her. It was always the oddballs, the screwballs, the drunks, the crazies, the weirdoes, and the men who looked more like Danny DeVito than Brad Pitt who took the time to talk to her. If only they'd talk to her, just talk to her, albeit without ogling her exposed long line of cleavage and big tits, maybe she'd find someone normal to date. Seemingly, it's always the ordinary looking men, instead of the hunks, who possess the self-confidence to approach and talk to a beautiful woman. In the way that Billy Joel ended up with Christie Brinkley, Rick Ocasek of the Cars married supermodel Paulina Porizkova, and/or Rod Stewart married so very many beautiful women, women aren't enamored with outside appearances in the way that men ignore what's on the inside of a woman for what's on the outside. Granted some women marry for money and to have a better life but, as far as women are concerned when it comes to men, looks aren't everything. So very many obese or not as attractive women would make a much better wife, lover, and mother than a skinny, dimwitted, pretty bitch of a blonde with big tits. Only, men don't take the time to talk to women. Men would much rather have arm candy than an equal partner and a woman who had a brain in her head. Men would much rather have their fantasy woman than to have a realistic partner in life who'd make a much better wife, lover, mother, and best friend. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 04 * * * * * A terrible liar, with the truth written all over the guilty look that always appeared on her face, she was never good at lying. She didn't need to decompress as she told Tommy she did when first meeting him in the bar. She didn't have a terrible day and/or a worse week. The truth of the matter was that she was that she had a very good day and a good week and was there at the bar hoping to meet a man. The truth of the matter was that she was there hoping for and looking for sex. Having been a while since she felt a man on top of her and inside of her, she just needed to get laid. Only, not just any man and any cock would do. She needed a special man and it was as if God intervened by giving her a sign when he delivered her a man who resembled her beloved Brad Pitt. Seemingly, all of her girlfriends and co-workers were getting more sexual action than she was. Seemingly all of her girlfriends and co-workers always had a story to tell about a man they had just met, connected with, and had sex. Her girlfriends couldn't wait to call her Sunday to tell her about the man they met Saturday night. Her co-workers would routinely return to work from having hot sex over the weekend with some guy they just met. Filling her in with all of the sexual details, she always left her friends and her co-workers feeling envious, horny, and sexually frustrated. Normally not shy, normally confidently self-assured, she suddenly turned into a wallflower whenever in the company of men, especially tall, good looking men, and men for whom she felt a sexual attraction. Shy and modestly moral, she was a good girl. She wasn't a slut or a whore, although she could be a slut and a whore for the right man but not for any man and every man in the way her girlfriends were. If only men knew what she was thinking, they'd think her a slut. If only men knew she was checking out their bulges as much as they were checking out her big breasts and round, shapely ass, they'd think her a whore. "What's your name?" As if he had done this hundreds of times before, picking up a woman in a bar, he gave her a confident smile. As if she had done this a hundred times before, allowing a man to pick her up in a bar, she went through the fruitless exercise of conversation when all she wanted was sex. "Susan," she said making eye contact with him for a second before breaking away when she realized again how much he looked like Brad Pitt and how much she was staring at him. Not making his glance furtive but his look obvious, he stared down at the cleavage that showed above her low cut blouse. She had big, natural breasts that were D cups in size. She knew that if she wanted sex, all she needed to do was to flash her sexy cleavage. She knew that if she wanted sex, all she had to do was to act interested in the man while smiling. In the way that a hypnotist sways something shiny in front of a subjects eyes, she only needed to show some tit to get the undivided attention of most men. Only, however, whether she was smiling or not, most men stared down at her breasts instead of staring up at her face and her big, beautiful, blue eyes. "What do you do...for work?" As if her breasts were nakedly exposed, he talked to her breasts. He stared at the impressions her big nipples suddenly made through her bra and in her blouse. In was a bit chilly in the bar and she was a lot horny. She was already wet with the thoughts that this man may take her back to his place and fuck her brains out of her blonde, pretty head. She was already ready to have sex with her look-a-like Brad Pitt. * * * * * 'Did you hear what happened to Susan Jill Parker?' Susan imagined one man talking about her to another. 'No, what happened to her?' 'She fucked some guy, a bald, Brad Pitt look-a-like, so long and so hard that she fucked his brains out of his head.' 'Wow! That's how I'd like to go,' she imagined him saying. 'I'd do anything for Susan to fuck my brains out of my head too.' 'Yeah, well,' she imagined him saying to his friend, 'you'd have to have a brain first for that to happen.' * * * * * "I'm a writer," she said with more disappointment than pride. "When not writing copy, I write blurbs and phony product reviews. I'm not proud of what I write when writing that shit but it pays the bills while allowing me to write my novels and short stories to post online and to sell as e-Books," she said. As if she was a horse giving him a go ahead nod, she gave him the eye while tossing back her long, blonde, lush, beautiful hair with a practiced nod of her pretty head. She knew guys liked it when she tossed back her hair like that. As if they were imagining her tossing back her hair before, during and/or after sucking their cocks, she always got their attention by making that one, simple move with her head and with her hair. As if her long, blonde hair were her angel wings, her hair cascaded down behind her head and down her back as if her hair was a golden, shimmering waterfall or the strings of a harp being strummed. It even amazed her how her hair returned to the way she wanted it without even brushing it or smoothing it down with her hand. An unnecessary habit, she fluffed her hair down with her hand nonetheless. Involuntary body language and a telltale sign, she always touched her hair, played with her hair, curled her hair with her finger, or stroked her hair when interested in a man. "A writer? Wow," he said already showing his disinterest in what she does for a living with his patronizing, plastic smile. No doubt, he would have been more impressed had she said she was a stripper. No doubt, he would have been more impressed had she said that she worked as a paid escort, a prostitute, or a call girl. No doubt, he would have been more interested with her if she had said she was a nudist trying to summon the courage to remove her clothes in this bar. Revealing to her that he was a player, it was easy to tell in the way he walked, talked, and carried himself. Obviously, full of himself, he thought a lot of himself. Besides, he was already looking around the room for someone better, perhaps someone not as intelligent. Girlfriend material and a good woman to have as a wife, a lover, and a mother, she was sexy, smart, witty, and beautiful. She showed him that she had a brain in her head by telling him that she was a writer instead of a stripper, a paid escort, a prostitute, or a call girl. Not that all strippers, paid escorts, prostitutes, or call girls are dumb but many of them do what they do because they don't have an education. Obviously, by him looking around the room for someone else, he was perhaps looking for someone who'd be less work cerebrally and easier to get in bed. Only, sizing up the talent, something she had a habit of doing when first walking in a room, she already looked around the room when she first walked in the bar. But for a couple of cute, dyed blondes with fake tits, there was no one who looked better and/or hotter than she looked. Yet, even though she was tall, blonde, busty, sexy, and beautiful, as if afraid to make a move on a beautiful woman, most guys just stared. Most guys became paralyzed and shy to approach a beautiful woman instead of having the confidence to go and talk to a beautiful woman. If only they knew that no matter what they looked like, as long as they weren't monstrous looking, angry, mentally deranged, or married, women more cared about what was inside of a man instead of what he looked like on the outside. Of course, there are always exceptions to the rule. If he looked like Brad Pitt, then all bets were off. If he had an eight inch cock and an extra-long and wide tongue and was skilled at using both during sex, it wouldn't matter if he was an asshole. Women were willing to put up with any man for a night or for a weekend if he was good and was a generous lover in bed. "What about you? What do you do?" She knew as soon as he broke eye contact and delayed answering her by looking away from her to look down at the floor, that he didn't have a job. Whatever was his profession before, he didn't seem proud about how he earned a living now. She figured he was unemployed. She figured he couldn't hold down a job. She figured he was a bum. She pegged him for a loser. In the way he spoke, not as articulate as the men she was normally sexually attracted to, she figured he didn't even attend college, never mind graduate from college. In the way he spoke and the rudeness he showed in the brief conversation they had with him already acting disinterested and bored, she figured that he hadn't even finished high school. Only, for what she needed a man for, she didn't care if he had a job, couldn't hold down a job, was unemployed, didn't have a college education, or if he even dropped out of high school. He didn't need to be educated to lick her pussy and fuck her cunt. As long as he was sexually experienced and anyone who looked like Brad Pitt, even a bald Brad Pitt, had to be sexually experienced, she looked at him as a potential lover. As long as he had a hard cock, she was interested in having him sexually service her. As long as he could fuck her brains out and give her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock, she was good to go home with him. "Oh, you know," he said looking around her, behind her, and down at the floor. "I, um, do this and that, anything for a buck," he said. 'This and that? What does that even mean? That's something she'd tell her girlfriends was the reason why she wanted to go to a flea market in the hopes of finding this or that.' "So you don't have a real job with benefits and retirement," she said with a snide, little laugh while baiting him to tell her more. As soon as she said it, she was sorry she said what she did. As soon as she said that, he looked uncomfortable and fell back on his heels as if ready to leave. As if interviewing him for potential husband material, she needed to be less invasively critical of him. All she wanted was a sexy man for the night. All she wanted was to get laid. All she wanted was her horniness and sexual frustration sated by an orgasm. What did it really matter what he did or didn't do for a living. Who cares? With her already suspecting that he was a player, she wasn't looking to have a long term relationship with bald, Brad Pitt. She just wanted to have some sexy fun to keep the cobwebs clear from her pussy drying up from lack of use. "I haven't had a real job since the economy crashed," he said. With all of the higher paying manufacturing jobs going to China, employers busting unions, and jobs going overseas to countries I never even heard of, seemingly everyone was unemployed or underemployed these days. Instead of having half a dozen people vying for the same job, there were dozens applying for the same job. People with advanced college degrees were being chosen over people like me who had barely graduated high school." He had the same sad story that so many men his age had. The recession had hit the white collar, middle management workers the hardest. Only, most men didn't look like him. Most men weren't able to fall back on their good looks to earn a dollar. Now she wondered if he worked as a paid escort. Curious about how a paid escort would be in bed, she never had sex with a gigolo before. In the way she was feeling so horny and needed to get laid, she'd have sex with Don Juan or Danny De Vito, as long as he could make her cum. "Sorry," she said feigning her interest in his problems as much as he feigned his interest in her chosen career. Besides, she was more interested in the size of his cock than the size of his checkbook. The only reference she wanted to know was if he was good in bed. With some men more attracted to women with big asses and/or women with smaller breasts, she wondered if he liked big tits. She suddenly imagined sitting on his cock and hanging her big breasts in her face while he reached up to finger her nipples and suck her tits. "Now it's every man for himself. There are no more jobs in the way they used to be. All the jobs available today are low paying and part-time jobs without benefits. I'm better off doing what I do, hang out on the corner and see what comes my way," he said. "Every day is different. No day is the same. Some days I make nothing, other days I make a score, and once in a blue moon, I make a killing." A killing? She wondered if he meant by making a killing. She wondered if he meant that figuratively or literally. Now she understood the meaning of this and that. Obviously, he was a petty thief, a con man, and/or a criminal of some sort. She just hoped, with her thinking about going home with him that he wasn't a serial killer or a paid assassin. She didn't want to be found murdered and dumped in a dumpster missing her head and hands or dumped in the ocean while swimming with the fishes. "I haven't hung out on the corner since I was riding my bike," she said with a laugh. "So, what are you then? Are you a criminal, gangster, a hitman, or a Mafia person? Is that it? If not that, what then?" He gave her a smile that told her that what he did and who he was, was none of her business. He gave her a smile that gave her an image of him looking up at her with a mouthful of her pussy. "Let's just say that I'm in business for myself," he said with a shrug. Yet, no matter what he did or didn't do for a living, she looked at him with the thoughts of going home with him, having him strip her naked, and having sex with this bald, Brad Pitt, look-a-like. Knowing better, she knew he was a bum, a player, and a bad boy. She knew she'd regret her decision of getting involved with such a man but she was horny and he looked interested and interesting enough to scratch her itch and sexually satisfy her for the night, just one night. She only hoped he had a skilled tongue and a big cock. Unless he had a pair of gym socks in his pants, he had a bulge big enough to satisfy her sexual needs. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Brad Pitt...but without hair," she said with a laugh. He ran a hand over his shaved head. "I get that all the time," he said. He took a step back to look at her. "My turn," he said looking at her as if she was standing before him naked. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Jennifer Nettles from the country western singing duo, Sugarland, but with tits," he said using that comment to stare down at her big tits. She laughed. "No, you're the first," she said with another laugh. "Normally men tell me that I look more like Taylor Swift but with tits, but I don't think I look anything like Taylor Swift. Maybe because I'm so tall and blonde men used to tell me that I looked like Faith Hill. I think I look more like Faith Hill than I do Taylor Swift or Jennifer Nettles." He took a step back as if he was looking at a portrait in an art gallery. "Now that you mention her, you do look like Faith Hill," he said. "Actually, you could be her better looking and sexier sister." When he didn't invite her back to his place, she figured he was married. Yet, what did it matter if he was married or not. He was hot. She just wanted to borrow him and his cock for the night. Not really caring who he was or what he does, even if he was married or single, she only wanted him for one night. Besides, if he was married, she'd probably never see him again and that was fine with her. From that brief, first encounter, she made her move. "Would you like to go someplace quieter? We can go back to my place," she said. She invited him back to her place and ended up in bed with him. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 05 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Susan and her new boyfriend, Tommy, have sex. Continued from Chapter 4: Yet, no matter what he did or didn't do for a living, she looked at him with the thoughts of going home with him, having him strip her naked, and having sex with this bald, Brad Pitt, look-a-like. Knowing better, she knew he was a bum, a player, and a bad boy. She knew she'd regret her decision of getting involved with such a man but she was horny and he looked interested and interesting enough to scratch her itch and sexually satisfy her for the night, just one night. She only hoped he had a skilled tongue and a big cock. Unless he had a pair of gym socks in his pants, he had a bulge big enough to satisfy her sexual needs. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Brad Pitt...but without hair," she said with a laugh. He ran a hand over his shaved head. "I get that all the time," he said. He took a step back to look at her. "My turn," he said looking at her as if she was standing before him naked. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Jennifer Nettles from the country western singing duo, Sugarland, but with tits," he said using that comment to stare down at her big tits. She laughed. "No, you're the first," she said with another laugh. "Normally men tell me that I look more like Taylor Swift but with tits, but I don't think I look anything like Taylor Swift. Maybe because I'm so tall and blonde men used to tell me that I looked like Faith Hill. I think I look more like Faith Hill than I do Taylor Swift or Jennifer Nettles." He took a step back as if he was looking at a portrait in an art gallery. "Now that you mention her, you do look like Faith Hill," he said. "Actually, you could be her better looking and sexier sister." When he didn't invite her back to his place, she figured he was married. Yet, what did it matter if he was married or not. He was hot. She just wanted to borrow him and his cock for the night. Not really caring who he was or what he does, even if he was married or single, she only wanted him for one night. Besides, if he was married, she'd probably never see him again and that was fine with her. From that brief, first encounter, she made her move. "Would you like to go someplace quieter? We can go back to my place," she said. She invited him back to her place and ended up in bed with him. Chapter 5: As soon as she opened her front, closed it, and locked it, in the way she pushed Jimmy up against the wall four years ago, Tommy pushed her up against her hall wall. Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he touched and felt her through her clothes. With one hand feeling her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty, his other hand felt her big tits through her blouse and fingered her erect nipples through her bra. As if he had four hands, instead of just two, his hands were all over her sexy, shapely body. Kissing and kissing him, she felt his hard prick through his pants and underwear. Teasing him, she felt the length of his hard cock through his clothes with her hand. Enticing him, she fingered the head of his erection through his pants. As if she was about to punish him by rupturing him with a hard squeeze, she cup his testicles through his trousers. She couldn't wait to feel the real thing in her hand without his pants and his underwear getting in the way of her sexual touches, feels, gropes, and strokes. She couldn't wait to feel him in her mouth, just as she couldn't wait to feel him buried in her pussy. Rather than just lifting her short skirt, pulling down her panties, bending her over and, fucking her as if she was a dog, she loved it that he didn't rush but took his sweet time with foreplay and with making out with her. Seemingly, he wanted to French kiss her just as much as she wanted to French kiss him. Seemingly, he enjoyed feeling her through her clothes just as much as she enjoyed feeling him through his clothes. With her not knowing what to expect from him the first time having sex with him, she was glad that he was taking it slow instead of rushing. She was glad that he seemingly wanted to make love to her than to just fuck her. * * * * * Now, it was several months after their first sexual encounter since she invited him home from the bar. Even though he had seen her bra clad breasts and naked breasts dozens of times, wanting him to take his sweet time undressing her, she loved it when he unbuttoned one button of her blouse at a time. Instead of quickly stripping her naked, as if opening an expensive present, she loved it when he took the time to look to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button. With him looking at her with lust and sexual, wanton desire, she loved it when he looked at her unbuttoned blouse as if seeing her cleavage and bra clad breasts for the first time. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, and her bra clad breasts were exposed to his horny eyes, he made her feel sexually wanted and desired as a woman. Then, as if he was a sculptor holding a priceless work of art, she loved how he gently cupped her breasts through her bra with his big hands while feeling the impressions her nipples made through her bra. Instead of rushing to remove her bra and to see, feel, fondle, and suck her naked breasts, she loved it when he leaned down to suck her nipples through her bra. Oh, my God, watching him suck her nipple erect through her bra made her so wet and she thought she'd cum right there. Rather than just lifting her bra over her big tits, after kissing her and feeling her breasts through her bra while fingering and sucking her nipples through her bra, she preferred him stealthily unhooking her bra from the back. As if he was a horny teenager in the backseat of a car, she loved it when he stared at her breasts and felt her breasts as if her breasts were the first naked breasts he had ever seen and felt. With her bra straps still on her shoulders and her bra cups still cradling her breasts, she loved when he felt her big tits and fingered and sucked her nipples through her unhooked bra before he removed her bra. Then, as if she was a painter presenting her painting to him, her masterpiece, she loved it when he lifted and removed her bra to expose her big tits to his horny eyes. There was nothing more sexually exciting than him touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking her breasts for the first time as there was now months later. Teasing her while kissing and kissing her, she loved it when he slid a slow hand across her nipples before fingering her nipples. She loved it when he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples before leaning down to take her nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. With dirty talk her sexy, sexual thing, she loved having her nipples sucked as much as she loved it when he talked dirty to her. With him looking so very much like Brad Pitt, her bald Brad Pitt, she enjoyed pretending that she was having sex with the real Brad Pitt while perhaps he pretended he was having sex with Faith Hill or Jennifer Nettles. What seemingly worked for one, in imagining having sex with a celebrity, sexual partner, seemingly worked for the other. Sexual fantasies were healthy and allowed them to continue to keep their romance exciting and alive much longer than what they both thought would only be a one night stand. "You have such big tits. They're so firm," he said squeezing them. "They'd so shapely," he said staring at them. "I love your big breasts Susan." He looked up at her before staring back down at her naked breasts. "Thank you, Tommy. She looked down at her naked breasts before looking back up at him. "I love feeling your firm breasts through your blouse while fingering the impressions your nipples make through your bra," he said playing her slow game of seduction while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her bra. "I love feeling your tits through your clothes before removing your bra to feel, finger, and suck your naked tits," he said taking her nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. Yet, not portraying who he really was, somehow she knew that if it was up to him, she'd already be naked and on all fours while he pounded her pussy or humped her mouth. Having been with enough men to know who he was, if she was some wicked whore, a paid escort, or a nasty prostitute, if it was up him, he would have already been finished by now and out the door. With him the type, somehow she knew that if it was up to him, he'd rather take care of his sexual needs first than wanting to take care of her sexual needs first. Still, with him her age, a few years older, she'd rather be having sex with him than having sex with a man who was 15 years younger than her, as she did when she had sex with Jimmy four, long years ago. "Thank you, Tommy. I love my big tits too," said Susan laughing while looking down to cup her big breasts in her hands. She slowly ran her hands over her naked breasts as if she was running her hands over his bald head or passing her hands over two crystal balls. She slowly slid her palms over her nipples. With just a sexy smile, she encouraged him to continue touching her and feeling her while kissing and kissing her. "I love removing your bra and seeing your big breasts as if seeing them for the first time. I love fingering your nipples, pulling your nipples, turning your nipples, twisting your nipples, and sucking your nipples," he said. "You have such amazing tits, so shapely and so firm. Then, when I finger them before sucking them, your nipples become so hard and so erect that I can't get enough from fingering them and sucking them." She loved it when he paid so much attention to her breasts. She loved it when he complimented her breasts. She loved it when he felt and sucked her big tits. She loved the way that he looked at her naked tits and touched her naked tits. She became so very sexually excited when he pulled, turned, twisted, and nibbled on her nipples. Then, he ran a slow hand from her ankle all the way up her thigh. She loved it when he felt and fondled her legs before continuing to slide a slow hand up her short skirt to touch her pussy through her bikini panty with his fingertips before cupping her pussy through her panty. With his hand moving so slowly and his touch so delicately light, he sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps on her arms. Oh my God, already so very wet, she was so horny. With her so very horny and so very sexually frustrated, she thought she'd cum right there. She was so ready to be licked, fingered, and fucked. She couldn't wait for him to remove her panties and take her pussy in his mouth and lick her to orgasm. She loved how he took his sweet time kissing her while feeling her. As if she was having sex with a woman instead of with a man, she loved it when he pressed down to slide a slow, firm finger, along her pussy slit to rub her clit through her panty. Not rushing her, instead of just pulling off her panties and mounting her, she loved it when he pushed her panty aside with his finger to rub her clit and finger her wet pussy. She gasped when he felt her warm wetness with his fingertip. Making her wait, seemingly making her beg to feel his big, hard cock inside of her, she loved it when he stuck his finger inside of her while kissing and kissing her. Finally, with her more than willing and ready for sex, she loved it how he got her so very wet and in the mood for sex by rubbing her clit and masturbating her. As much as she couldn't wait for him to make love to her, she loved him masturbating her while kissing her, feeling her breasts, and fingering her nipples. She only hoped that he'd continue to take his sweet time and eat her pussy and lick her pussy before fucking her pussy to orgasmic pleasure. * * * * * While he fingered her pussy through her panties, she fingered his cock through his pants. Knowing what he wanted, she unbuckled him, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper. She reached her hand inside to wrap her fingers around his cock through his underwear. Then, pulling his underwear down, she exposed his cock and balls. Other than feeling Tommy's prick, it had been a long while, too long, since she felt another man's prick in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. The last time was four long years ago when she had her wicked sexual way with her 24-year-old co-worker and subordinate, Jimmy. She looked down at his erection before looking back up at him. Touching his naked prick with her manicured fingertips, she fondled the head of his naked cock with her fingertips before wrapping her long, fingers around his cock slowly stroked his naked prick. When she got him hard enough with her hand, she moved down to get him even harder with her mouth. Careful not to suck him too hard or stroke him too fast, she didn't want him to cum in her mouth, not yet. She stroked him and sucked him while he continued fondling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples. They each made one another sexually crazy with lust and with the anticipation of having deep penetrating, hot sex. They each got the other ready for sex, for making love, and for fucking. "Do you have protection?" Susan stopped to look at him. "A condom?" He gave her a smart look. "You know that I don't use them," he said. "Don't worry. I promise not to cum in you," he said with a little laugh. "Besides, I'd much rather cum in your beautiful mouth than in your pussy." When he was ready and when he was hard enough, she removed her panties and lifted up her short skirt. She threw her leg over him and mounted him. She lowered her wet cunt down to meet his erect cock. If it was up to her, she'd prefer to have more kissing, touching, licking, sucking, and feeling, before having sexual intercourse but she knew that he could only wait so long. Besides, with her so horny too, she could only wait so long to feel him inside of her. Moreover, she was already late for work and needed to get there in time for her presentation. She took his cock in her hand and aligning it with her pussy lips, she lowered herself down on his lap. The size of him filling her pussy always surprised her and she gasped with the width of him parting her pussy lips. Sliding inside of her as if he belonged there, she slowly humped him. Deeper and deeper his cock slid inside of her until they had enough suction to hump one another without him falling out of her. Then, with the length of him sliding all the way inside of her and hitting something deep inside of her, she knew that he couldn't go any further. With her big breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side, he reached up his hands to harness her tits. Feeling them while fondling them, he fingered her nipples. She bounced on him as if he was an amusement ride. She rode him as if she was riding the mechanical bull at the bar. She fucked him in the way that he wanted to be fucked. She fucked him in the way that she needed to be fucked. She fucked him in the way that he was fucking her. "Fuck me, Susan, fuck me. Fuck me, baby," he said knowing that dirty talk turned her on enough for her to have an orgasm. "Oh, my God. I just love your tight pussy. I love your warm, wet cunt." Then, as if ready to give her a baby, with him on all fours, he rolled her over in the way that she imagined he rolled his wife over when trying to make her pregnant. "Oh, my God, fuck me Tom. Slam your big, hard cock inside of me," said Susan wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his back. "Make me cum Tommy. Make me cum. Give me an orgasm. I need to cum." He turned her back around to face him. "I'm going to give you the orgasm of your life," he said fucking her while in the missionary position. Determined to make her cum, he fucked her faster and he fucked her harder. "Don't stop Tommy. Please don't stop. Fuck me, Tom. Oh, my God, just fuck me. Slam that big, hard cock, in my warm wet pussy. Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me. Give me an orgasm. I need to cum. I want to cum," said Susan. "Oh, my God, Tommy! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" As if he was a stripper at a CFNM show or a porn star in a porn film, he was giving Susan what she wanted, a good, hard fucking. On top of her in the missionary position, he was giving her pussy a really hard, fast pounding. Fucking her faster and fucking her harder, he slammed his cock in her as hard as he could and as fast as he could. With her big tits bouncing as if they were keeping time to the rhythm of him fucking her, and with her returning his humps with her humps, her whole body moved with his. "Fuck! I'm going to cum Susan," he said. With her knowing how to stop a man from cumming, she pinched, turned, and twisted his nipples really hard. "Don't you dare cum inside of me. I can still get pregnant," she said with a voice of a She-Devil or Linda Blair as Regan from the Exorcist. "You promised you wouldn't cum inside of me when you refused to wear a condom," she said. Without him getting down on one knee and putting a ring on her finger, there was no way she wanted his baby. He'd have to commit to her to get her pregnant. At the very least, he'd have to tell her that he loved her to get her pregnant. He'd have to marry her to get her pregnant. She wanted a big church wedding while wearing a white, wedding gown without having a big, baby bump preceding her down the aisle. He slowed his fucking. Now, more making love to her than fucking her, he was careful not to cum inside of her. The last thing he wanted to do was the last thing she wanted him to do and that was for him to fill her with his seed. Neither of them wanted her to be pregnant with his child. Unfortunately, with her feeling that she was too old for a baby, in the way she wanted kids ten years ago was the way that she didn't want a child now. Too set in her life and happy in her career as a writer, she couldn't afford to have a child. Moreover, suspecting that he'd never marry her, the last thing she wanted to be was a single mother. The last thing she wanted was for a baby to be her total responsibility. "Ow! Jesus Susan. Okay, okay. Don't worry. I won't cum in you. Just let go of my nipple. Okay? Fuck that hurt," he said rubbing his sore nipple. "Baseball. Boring baseball. I need to think of baseball," he said continuing to hump her. She returned his humps with her humps. "I'm almost there. I'm ready to cum," she said. "After you fuck me, I'll suck you. Okay?" She looked him in the eye. "After you fuck me and after you give me an orgasm, I'll suck you. You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow you. Okay?" Careful not to cum in her pussy, wanting more to cum in her mouth than in her pussy anyway, he fondled her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. Playing with her hard, erect nipples always got her off whenever she was this close to cumming. Not nearly as hard as she pulled, turned, and twisted his nipple, he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples while humping her. Then, leaning his mouth down closer to her, he sucked her nipples, first one and then the other, before taking each one in his mouth to bite and nibble on her nipples. "Cum, Susan, cum," he said. "Cum all over my cock," he said knowing how much she loved him talking dirty to her. "I'm going to split your cunt wide open with my big prick. I'm going to fuck you until you have an orgasm. I'm not going to stop pounding your pussy until you cum. Cum, Susan, cum." She stopped humping him to arch her back and tighten her legs. Obviously, she was on the verge of cumming. He just needed to hump her a little harder and a little faster while being careful not to ejaculate inside of her. "That's it. Right there. Don't stop. Oh fuck, Tommy, please don't stop. Oh fuck. Please don't cum inside of me. Hump me harder and hump me faster. Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me. Just don't cum in me. Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming. I'm cumming Tommy. I'm cumming," she said collapsing in the softness of her mattress. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 05 He looked at her happy that he gave her an orgasm. He looked at her happy that it was his turn to be sexually satisfied. He looked at her happy that she was going to suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth. He looked at her happy that she'd be going to work soon and leaving him there to take a nap. "Did you cum?" She looked at him as if he was insane. Then, she kissed him. She French kissed him. She kissed him with as much passion as a military wife kisses her husband after having not seen him for ten months. She kissed him as if she was his bride and they were on their Honeymoon. She kissed him as if she loved him, whereas he kissed her as if he was horny. "Did I cum?" She laughed. "You know I did. You made me feel good all over baby," she said giving him a big, wet kiss before taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow of sex. * * * * * With her already late for work, trusting him to leave him there alone, Susan needed to suck him before leaving him to lock up her apartment. She slid her body down for her mouth to meet his stiff prick. Not wasting any time, she stroked him while sucking him. Stroking him faster while sucking him deeper, she knew he'd cum in her mouth as soon as he started feeling her big, D cup breasts and fingering her nipples. She knew he'd cum in her mouth as soon as she cupped his balls with one hand while stroking him with her other hand and sucking him with her mouth. Tommy felt Susan's tits. He fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples. Then, with a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head, he pushed her head forward while humping her mouth and fucking her face. "Oh, Susan, baby. Suck my cock. Blow me, baby. Blow me. That's right. That's it. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your beautiful mouth and coat your throat with my cum," he said. "Fuck Susan. Blow me. Blow me. Suck my cock, you cunt. Blow me, you slut," he said. "Blow me, you dirty whore." Just as she loved talking dirty during sex, he loved calling her names during sex. With her already knowing that he wouldn't last very long from one of her blowjobs, she gave his cock lots of tongue action. Once she cupped his testicles with her other hand, she knew he'd be cumming in her mouth and she'd be swallowing his cum soon. "Cum Tommy. Cum in my mouth," she said removing his cock from her mouth for a second to speak before sucking on it again. "Make me your whore. Make me your sexy bitch. Cum in my mouth. Splash your cum down my throat," she said temporarily removing his cock from her mouth to speak. As soon as he put a heavy hand to the back of her head, something he didn't have to do, and as soon as she said for him to make her his whore and his sexy bitch, he shot a warm, oozy load of cum in Susan's mouth. He ejaculated his load of cum down her throat. Still sucking him, she swallowed all that he gave her. Continuing to suck him, she sucked him dry before licking him clean. Then, without taking another moment to enjoy him or to bask in the afterglow of sex, she jumped out of bed and ran in the bathroom. Having already showered before having sex, she gave herself a whore's bath washing her pits, tits, and pussy. Just in case there was a drop of his cum in her pussy, she wanted to wash him out of her. Then, she brushed her teeth and gargled. The last thing she wanted was to be pregnant with his baby. The last thing she wanted was to forever be tied to him by a child that neither of them wanted. Unless he could assure her that he loved her, that he wasn't married, and that he wanted to marry her, she'd never carry his child. And if he was to make her pregnant, with him paying for the procedure, she'd abort the baby. * * * * * "Kiss me, Tommy. I have to go to work. Kiss me like that first time you kissed me when you first met me," she said leaning into him for him to kiss her. "Kiss me like you love me," she always said to him. Kissing and kissing her, he touched and felt her through her clothes. With one hand feeling her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty, his other hand felt her big tits through her blouse and fingered her erect nipples through her bra. Kissing and kissing him, she felt his hard prick through his pants. With her never wanting to rush their time together, making it last longer, their love making was never a quickie and always a two hour, love making session. He kissed her with passion but without saying that he loved her. Even though Susan was beautiful and was a good catch for him, obviously he'd never say that he loved her. He wasn't free to say that he loved her. Supposedly, he had a wife and kids. He French kissed her with sexual desire but again without saying that he loved her. Not a difficult thing to summon up his sexual lust for her, she was a beautiful and sexy woman. Yet, for some reason, Susan needed that role play. She needed more than he was capable of giving her. She needed to pretend that every time with him was her first time with him. She needed him to tell her that he loved her but he never did and he never would. Every time they were together was like the first time for Susan. She never wanted to just fuck. She wanted more than that. She wanted to make love. She wanted to live out her love story with Tommy. Only, she knew that he didn't want her in that way. Even if he wasn't married, he wasn't the marrying kind. Now, after more than a year later, they were still together with him still talking about divorcing his wife. After a while, she really didn't want to hear him lying to her anymore. After a while, she just wish that he'd shut the fuck up about his wife and kids and just fuck her. Now, unlike when she first met him, she wanted more than just sex. She wanted a relationship and a commitment. She wanted to get married and have a baby. She needed him to take things slower, more seriously, and for him to be more romantic. Being that foreplay was her favorite part of sex, she wanted and needed to make out with her bald version of Brad Pitt. Even though he had seen her bra clad breasts and naked breasts dozens of times, wanting him to take his sweet time undressing her, she loved it when he unbuttoned one button of her blouse at a time. Instead of quickly stripping her naked, she loved it when he looked to see what each unbuttoned button revealed. She loved it when he looked at her unbuttoned blouse as if seeing her cleavage and bra clad breasts for the first time. "I'm late. I have to go," she said quickly getting dressed. "I'll grab coffee and a bagel along the way. Bye," she said closing her front door behind her. "I have my presentation today." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 06 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Susan's mother, Deb, has sex with Susan's boyfriend, Tommy. Continued from Chapter 5: "Kiss me, Tommy. I have to go to work. Kiss me like that first time you kissed me when we met me," she said leaning into him for him to kiss her. "Kiss me with passion. Kiss me like you love me," she said to him. Kissing and kissing her, he touched and felt her through her clothes. With one hand feeling her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty, his other hand felt her big tits through her blouse and fingered her erect nipples through her bra. Kissing and kissing him, she reached her hand down to feel his hard prick through his pants. With her never wanting to rush their time together, making it last longer, their sexual time with one another was never a quickie and always a two hour, love making session. He kissed her with passion but without saying that he loved her. Even though Susan was beautiful and was a good catch for him, obviously he'd never say that he loved her. He wasn't free to say that he loved her. Supposedly, he had a wife and kids. He French kissed her with sexual desire but again without saying that he loved her. Not a difficult thing to summon up his sexual lust for her, she was a beautiful and sexy woman after all. Yet, for some reason, Susan needed that role play. She needed more than he was capable of giving her. She needed to pretend that every time with him was her first time with him. She needed him to tell her that he loved her but he never did and he never would. Every time they were together was like the first time for Susan. She never wanted to just fuck. She wanted more than that. She wanted to make love. She wanted to live out her love story with Tommy. Only, she knew that he didn't want her in that way. Even if he wasn't married, he wasn't the marrying kind. Now, after more than a year later, they were still together with him still talking about divorcing his wife. After a while, she really didn't want to hear him lying to her anymore. After a while, she just wished that he'd shut the fuck up about his wife and kids and just fuck her. Now, unlike when she first met him, she wanted more than just sex. She wanted a relationship and a commitment. She wanted to get married and have a baby. She needed him to take things slower, more seriously, and for him to be more romantic. Being that foreplay was her favorite part of sex, she wanted and needed to make out with her bald version of Brad Pitt. Even though he had seen her bra clad breasts and naked breasts dozens of times, wanting him to take his sweet time undressing her, she loved it when he unbuttoned one button of her blouse at a time. Instead of quickly stripping her naked, she loved it when he looked to see what each unbuttoned button revealed. She loved it when he looked at her unbuttoned blouse as if seeing her cleavage and bra clad breasts for the first time. "I'm late. I have to go," she said quickly getting dressed. "I'll grab coffee and a bagel along the way. Bye," she said closing her front door behind her. "I have my presentation today." Chapter 6: After Susan left Tommy alone in her small, studio apartment to get dressed, showered, lock up, and leave, something he usually does after having sex, he fell asleep. Susan left there not knowing what the definition of and boundaries of their relationship was. Thinking that he was boyfriend material before, when he told her that he was separated from his wife and getting a divorce, when he didn't get a divorce, now he's just an occasional fuck buddy. Now she gives him what he wants and he gives her what she needs. Good when their having sex but it's an empty relationship before and after they have sex. * * * * * He was sleeping while dreaming of fucking his tall, sexy, beautiful, blonde, busty girlfriend and other women that he had been picking up at the bar, plying them with alcohol, and playing them for sex. Cheating on his wife, and all of the other women he was playing, he was cheating on Susan too. As if she was still there with him in bed, he remained in her bed sleeping and dreaming of Susan fondling his cock before stroking his cock and sucking his cock in the way she had done less than an hour ago. As if she was playing with his cock in his sleep, the sensation of someone fondling and stroking his cock felt so real. With his dream feeling so erotic, he had an erection again. Obviously horny all over again, wanting to masturbate himself, while still sleeping and dreaming, he reached down for his cock. Only, as soon as he reached for his cock, he touched someone's hand. Not pulling his hand away in fright, he figured it was Susan's hand. Maybe she had returned to her apartment after remembering something she had forgotten. Maybe she returned to her apartment because, just as he was now, horny again, she was horny again too. Maybe she had returned to her apartment to give him more sex. Yet, as soon as he yawned, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and opened his eyes, Susan's mother, Deb, was sitting beside him on the bed with his erect prick in her warm, elderly hand. While fondling the head of his erect prick with her fingertips, she was slowly stroking him to an even harder and bigger erection. 'Oh, my God,' screamed through his brain. 'Susan's mother is masturbating me.' As if he was still dreaming, he couldn't believe his eyes. 'What the fuck? Are you kidding me? I must still be sleeping. I must still be dreaming. I can't believe Susan's mother has my cock in her hand.' As jolting as it was to see Susan's mother masturbating him, it was jolting to see Deb when thinking of Susan. Sexually exciting in different ways and on different levels, Susan was a sight to behold. Even though her mother was a MILF, she was no Susan. Still, it was sexually exciting to watch his girlfriend's mother playing with his cock. "Susan told me you had a big cock," said Deb smiling while staring down at his erect prick that pulsated and throbbed in her hand. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes in the way her daughter looks at him with her big, blue eyes. "I don't know if she told you but I like cock," she said staring down at his erect cock before staring up at him. "Actually that's a gross understatement," she said with a little, naughty laugh. "I love cock, especially big, hard cocks," she said while stroking him and pausing in her words after saying big and hard. He watched her fondling his prick and he watched her stroking his prick in total shock. "Oh, my God, Deb. I can't believe you're stroking me when I haven't even formally met you," he said nervously. "Hi, I'm Tom, Susan's sometimes boyfriend and fuck buddy," he said holding out his hand with a nervous laugh. She let go of his cock to shake his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Susan's incestuous whore of a mother, as she likes to describe me," she said with a laugh and while taking his stiff prick in her hand again. She mindlessly fondled the head of his big prick while speaking. Suddenly taking her side, especially with her holding his prick in her hand, he voiced his support. "Why does she call you an incestuous whore of a mother?" He knew why Susan referred to her mother in the way but he wanted to hear from Deb's lips. "Just because I had sex with all four of my sons, worked as a stripper, and earned my living as a prostitute, suddenly, I'm the bad person," she said laughing even louder. "Now that I say that out loud, on paper, I can see how I'm such a cunt but what I did was a way to pay the rent and buy food." Seemingly not wanting to get involved in the personal matters between a mother and her daughter, Tommy shrugged his indifference for the sake of receiving a hand job from Susan's mother. "Well, with the terrible childhood she had because of you, you can't blame her for not liking you in the way that a daughter should like her mother," said Tommy diplomatically. Choosing his words carefully, obviously, he didn't want to upset Deb and ruin his impromptu hand job that his girlfriend's mother was giving him. Seemingly unaffected by his words, Deb nodded her head while staring down at Tommy's cock. As if she was a snake charmer who was mesmerized by his snaked, she seemed hypnotized by Tommy's big cock. Then, as if talking to herself, she spoke esoterically about her sexual problems with older men. "With so many men my age on heart medication and unable to take Viagra, and with so many men my age unable to get and maintain an erection, I'm a sucker for a man's hard, erect prick. Pardon the pun but a hard erection is the biggest thing that I miss in old age. I'd stroke, suck, and fuck any man's prick, as long as he was able to get and maintain a hard erection," she said giving him the sexy eye. So wickedly forbidden, as if he was her boyfriend instead of the boyfriend of her daughter, she fondled his erect cock before stroking his erect cock. She stared down at his prick that continued growing bigger and harder in her hand. Stroking him with big, long, slow strokes, she stroked him harder while stroking him faster. Seemingly, with all of the vast amount of men she has had sex with in her more than 70 years on the planet, she was, indeed, a master masturbator. "Deb," Tommy said breathlessly while staring up at her before staring down at his erect prick in her hand. She smiled at him as if she was his mother and he was her son. Susan had told him all about her mother. She told him about her mother having sex with her four sons. With her an unexpected accident of birth, Susan told him that she suspected that one of her big, much older brothers was her father. She even told him that his mother worked as a stripper and was a prostitute. Susan told him a lot about her mother. Describing her horrible childhood in great detail, she told him that her mother was a drunk and an incestuous whore. She told him that her mother was never there for her. She told him that, when her mother worked as a hooker and a stripper, that she had unprotected sex with the famous author, Dr. Robert B. Parker and that she could be his illegitimate daughter. Because her mother was so tall and so beautiful when she was younger, she told everyone that she was a model. She never worked as a model. She worked as a stripper, a prostitute, and a whore. The only modeling she did was when dancing around a pole naked. The only modeling she did was modeling while giving someone a lap dance. The only modeling she did was when posing for a John in a hotel room before he fucked her and she sucked him for money. "Just relax and let Mommy take care of you," she said looking at Tommy before staring down at his cock. * * * * * He had never met Susan's mother before but he knew who she was. He knew what she looked like by the family photos Susan had shown him. Just as it was sexually exciting for a woman he had never met fondle the head of his cock and stroke his cock, it was even more sexually exciting for Susan's mother to give him a hand job. With him being awakened from a deep sleep, he had a difficult time wrapping his brain around Susan's mother stroking him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Deb, Susan's mother, a woman he had never met before, had her hand wrapped around his erect cock. Deb, Susan's mother, was fondling the head of his hard, erect prick with her long, manicured fingers. Deb, Susan's mother, was stroking his cock and giving him a hand job. Now, in the way she was staring at his big prick as if she was in love with his big prick, he wondered if she'd suck him, too. He wondered if she'd fuck him. 'Wow!' Only, if she was intent on giving him a hand job, would he allow her to make him cum? What if she wasn't just teasing him but wanted him to cum? What if she wanted to give him a blowjob? Would he allow her to suck his cock? What if she wanted him to cum in her mouth? What if she wanted to swallow his cum? What if she wanted him to make love to her and fuck her? These were all the questions that ran through his mind. Would he make love to and fuck his girlfriend's mother? With the body she still had, even at her age, he wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, that's for sure. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get in here? Do you have a key?" He stared down at her holding his cock in her hand before he stared at her hand stroking him harder and stroking him faster. Weird, so weird, like mother like daughter, giving him the same look and smile that Susan gives him, Deb gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. She gave him the same type of hand job as Susan does. If he closed his eyes, he'd think it was Susan stroking his cock instead of her mother. 'Weird. So weird,' he thought. Yet, except for her mannerisms being the same, if he didn't know she was Susan's mother, he never would have guessed she was. Resembling her in the photos he saw taken of her nearly 40 years ago, she didn't look anything like she did back then and anything like Susan looks now. Now she looked like an older version of Joanna Going who plays Christina, Alvey Kulina's ex-wife and Jay and Nate's mother, in Kingdom. As if every drink, cigarette, drug, and John made a line on her leathery face, her living a hard life had taken a toll on her. Still, nonetheless her drinking, smoking, drug taking, and screwing around with a vast army of horny men, she didn't look old enough to have a 43-year-old daughter. Hell, she had four sons too, all of them much older than Susan. "I knocked but there was no answer. So, I turned the knob and the door was unlocked," she said with a little laugh. "Then, when I rounded the corner and saw you laying on the bed naked, I just walked right in and made myself at home. With me being so very horny lately and as if my prayers had been answered, when I saw that you laying on the bed naked with an erection, I couldn't resist. I figured I'd take over where my daughter left off," she said with a dirty laugh. Tommy looked at Deb with as much sexual excitement as he did when looking at Susan. "Oh, my God, Deb. You're going to make me cum if you continue stroking me like that," said Tom staring down at Deb's hand while watching her stroking him harder and faster. When he looked up at her face, she gave him a sexy smile. "You say that as if there's something wrong with you cumming all over my hand," she said. "Actually, I'd prefer you cumming in my mouth instead of making a mess all over my hand," she said staring at him lustfully while sliding a slow tongue across her full, red lips. "Would you like for me to suck your cock?" She paused and when he didn't answer immediately, she asked him another question. "Would you like me, your girlfriend's mother, to give you a blowjob?" As if she was a She-devil, she laughed with a loud, dirty laugh. "There is something wrong with me cumming all over your hand or in your mouth," he said reluctantly with a gulp. Already regretting saying that, he already had second thoughts about saying that. He wished he hadn't said that there was something wrong about him cumming all over her hand or in her mouth. How stupid could he be to refuse a hand job and/or blowjob from Susan's mother? He stared at his possibly future mother's hand continuing to stroke him while he imagined her blowing him before fucking him. "Well, I'm not going to force you to cum," she said with a laugh and letting go of his cock. Now wanting her to suck him, he wanted to cum in her mouth while feeling her big tits. He wondered what her big tits looked like. He wondered how much Deb's breasts looked like her daughter's breasts. He'd like nothing more than to have sex with daughter and now mother. He carefully worded his response while staring down at her hand so close to his erection. "How would I ever explain to Susan that her mother gave me a hand job and a blowjob? If ever she knew we had sex, she'd never see me again." She laughed her lack of concern of his continued, sexual relationship with her daughter while taking his cock in her hand again. "Don't worry. I won't tell if you don't tell. Just between us, it will be our little secret," said Deb putting her finger to her lips and giving him a wink. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." * * * * * Tommy stared from Deb's big, blue eyes to stare down at his cock in her hand. He wondered how old she was. With Susan just turning 43-years-old, Deb must be at least 60-years-old, maybe even as old as 65-years-old. Yet, with Susan's four brothers much older than she is, unless she had children when she was just a kid, she could be as old as 70-years-old "God, I can't believe you're masturbating me," he said watching her hand slowly going up and down. Instead of masturbating him with great speed as younger women tended to do, she masturbated him slower but with more hand grip pressure applied to his cock. "Why? I don't understand. Why are you masturbating me, your daughter's boyfriend?" When she didn't immediately answer him, he asked her three more questions. "Are you that horny? Are you sexually frustrated? Are you that sexually attracted to me?" She shrugged as if her giving him a hand job was no big deal and apparently with all of the hand jobs she had given men, it was no big deal for her to be giving her daughter's boyfriend and hand job too. "Sorry but I can never resist a hard, naked cock," she said staring at his prick while giving him a dirty laugh and a sexy look. "I love big, hard pricks and you do have a big, hard prick." She stopped stroking him to play with the head of his cock with her fingertips. "Actually, I'm glad that I have a big, hard prick and I'm glad that you love big, hard pricks," he said giving her a sexually excited smile to show her that he wanted to cum. Whether on her hand, over her naked tits, all over her face, in her mouth, or in her pussy, he wanted to cum all over or on Susan's mother. As if she was the pervert instead of him and, indeed, she was a whore, an incestuous whore at that, she returned his smile with her sexually excited stare. "I love cock," she said mindlessly as if talking to herself while running a slow tongue across her red, full lips. "Even more than touching a hard cock with my fingers, feeling a hard cock in my hand, and stroking a hard cock, I love sucking a hard cock before fucking a hard cock," she said looking up at him to give him the horny eye. In the way that Susan always does, she lit him up with her big, blue eyes and gave him a smile. An attractive woman, especially for an older woman, she resembled Jessica Walter but with tits, big tits, tits as big as Susan's big tits. With her having a long and successful acting career, Jessica Walter starred in Play Misty for Me as Evelyn with Clint Eastwood and has played dozens of television series and situation comedy roles over the years. In the way she stared at his naked cock, he stared at her breasts that lay hidden behind her blouse and bra. He wondered again what her tits looked like. He wondered again if Deb's big tits looked like Susan's big tits. "Oh, my God," he said staring down at his cock in the hand of his girlfriend's mother when he realized that he was close to cumming. "What are you doing?" She gave him another naughty look and sexy smile. "What am I doing? What does it look like I'm doing? Have you never had a hand job before? I'm playing with you," she said. "I'm stroking your cock. Don't you like what I'm doing?" She looked at him and smiled. "I've never had any complaints." She gave him a dirty laugh while slowing her stroking of him to stop him from prematurely ejaculating. She didn't want him cumming yet, not before she could have her wicked sexual way with him first. Obviously, she didn't want him wasting his cum by cumming on her hand. Obviously, she would rather he cum in her pussy or preferably in her mouth. Obviously, she wanted to suck him first before fucking him. Then, after she fucked him and after he gave her an orgasm with his cock, like daughter, like mother, she'd give him an orgasm with her mouth. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 06 "Oh, my God, Deb. That feels so good. I've had a lot of hand jobs in my 46-years of living but you're giving me the best hand job I've ever had in my life," he said. She gave him a sexy smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying the hand job that I'm giving you but you really should lock your door," she said looking at the front door. "Where's Susan?" Deb looked around the small, studio apartment again. "At work," he said looking at his watch. "She left more than an hour ago. She won't be home for hours." Deb gave Tom another naughty look and another sexy smile. "I won't tell if her you don't tell her," she said again in that raspy voice from smoking too many cigarettes. "Just between us, it will be our little, sexy secret," she said giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile. He looked at her confused before staring down at her hand still stroking him. "Tell her what?" With Tommy playing Mickey the Dunce, obviously, he'd never tell his girlfriend that he had sex with her mother. He just hoped to God that Deb didn't tell Susan that she had sex with him. * * * * * She removed her hand from his cock and stood. As if she was a stripper on stage, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it before unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her jeans. Stripping herself down to her panties and bra, she sat back down on the bed to take Tommy's cock in her hand again. Even though she was an older woman, Susan's mother still had a hot body. If there was a strip club for older strippers to strip, she'd be hired on the spot. Should she ever go to a nursing home, she'd be the hot broad, the whore that every man would want to tap her ass and/or have her suck their cock while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. She had deep lines on her forehead, crows' feet lines around her eyes, and wrinkles around her mouth no doubt from smoking too many cigarettes and sucking too many cocks. As if she was a, salty, old sea captain living life on the high seas while traveling the world, she had an entire story of living life on her face. She'd be willing to tell anyone her tales of woes to anyone willing to buy her a drink and/or pay her for sex, even now at her age. With her face worn from drinking too much and her face wrinkled from smoking too much, nonetheless, well preserved, her body looked twenty years younger than her face. Born like that, in the way that her daughter was too, most women wished they had their bodies. Yet, no matter what her face looked like, her beautiful body is what made Tommy's cock hard. If he could put a bag over her head, a double bag, in case the first bag ripped, no doubt he would. Yet, in the way he was looking at her, staring at her, leering at her, and ogling her, obviously, he'd do her. Moreover, a big plus, she was Susan's MILF of a mother. In the way the Susan's mother would sexually do anyone, any man would do Susan's mother. Cut from the same cloth, he'd sexually do any women too, even Susan's mother, especially Susan's mother. There was something so forbidden and hot about having sex with his girlfriend's mother. Besides, in addition to her being Susan's mother, even at her age, she was still a MILF. Having worked as a stripper and a prostitute, when it came to sex, she was very experienced and she already showed him her experience with a cock by giving him the best hand job he had ever had. "You smell like sex," she said sniffing the air before giving him a sexually excited look along with a dirty laugh. "I like the smell of sex, especially in the morning," she said with another dirty laugh. He sniffed his hands. "Susan and I had sex before she left for work," he said. "She was in a hurry to leave. She was late. I was going to shower before leaving but I fell asleep." Deb gave her daughter's boyfriend a big, toothy smile along with her sexy look. "Well, her loss is my gain. I don't have a job to run off to. I have all day," she said. "I've had plenty of gangbangs, circle jerks, and orgies in my day," she said proudly and saying that as if trying to impress him that she was worth him banging her. "I don't mind sloppy seconds if you don't mind having sex with a woman old enough to be your mother," she said snapping back her head to flip her hair in place in the way that her daughter does. He gave her a horny look. "I have all day too," he said. "And no, I don't mind having sex with a woman old enough to be my mother...Mom," he said with a laugh. Now more concentrating on his face than on his cock, she looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Brad Pitt," she laughed, "a bald Brad Pitt?" He rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, no one. You're the first one who ever told me that," he said with a laugh while rolling his eyes, making a bored face, and sighing. She reached in her mouth, removed her dentures, wrapped them in a tissue, and put them in her pocketbook. "Have you ever had a gum job?" He looked at her wide-eyed. "A gum job?" She gave him a toothless smile. At first he was turned off by her toothless smile but once she started sucking him with her magically, experienced gums he was turned on by her talented mouth, red, full lips, and soft gums. "A toothless blowjob," she said removing his cock to speak and to give him a loud laugh. "A blowjob without teeth getting in the way of giving you pure, oral pleasure." He stared at her not knowing what to think. "No, I can't say I have," he said. She continued stroking his hard cock in her warm hand. "Well, you're in for a real treat," she said. "Would you like me to give you a gum job?" Without waiting for him to answer her, she lowered her mouth to Tommy's prick and started sucking him with her gums while stroking him with her hand. Sucking him deeper and stroking him faster and harder, she blew him as if she was a sexy seductress on an X-rated video game. He stared at Susan's mother looking up at him with his hard, hairy prick in her hand and in her mouth. With his blue eyes bulging out of his head, obviously, he couldn't believe she was blowing him. Having never met Susan's mother before, seemingly her way of getting to know him and welcome him to their family was to stroke his cock before sucking his cock. "Oh, my fucking God. Jesus Deb. This is incredible. Fuck me," he said holding her head between his hands. "I don't believe this. This gum job is way better than any blowjob that I've have and I've had a lot of blowjobs in my life. The way you can exert more pressure on my cock with your soft gums is fucking unbelievable," he said. "This is the best blowjob I've ever had in my life." She removed his cock from her mouth to look up at him before speaking. "Thank you," she said. He smiled down at her before putting a heavy hand to the back of her elderly head and pushing down. "Don't talk. Just suck. Suck my prick Deb. I mean, gum my cock Deb. Gum it," he said. "Gum my prick. I can't wait to cum all over your gums." She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes and smiled with his big prick in her mouth. Then, when she removed his cock from her mouth to speak again, he removed his hand from the back of her head. "Do you like my gum job?" She took his prick in her mouth again and gummed it harder and faster while sucking him deeper. "Do I like your gum job? This is the best blowjob I've ever had in my life," he said again. "I love your gum job but this is so surreal. This is fucking unbelievable. This is my sexual fantasy come true," he said putting a heavy hand to the back of her head again while humping her mouth and fucking her face. Something that all of her Johns requested that she'd do, she looked up at him with his stiff prick in her mouth and while gumming his cock. "What do you mean surreal?" She removed his cock from her mouth to speak before taking his stiff prick in her warm, wet mouth again. "What is your sexual fantasy come true?" He gave her a sexually excited look as if she was his mother instead of Susan's mother. "Having sex with mother and daughter," he said with a big, shit eating grin. "It's just too bad that I can't have sex with you both together. Only Susan would never go for that. She hates you," he said. "Besides, she's not a whore in the way that you are," he said. "No offense intended." As if he had just slapped her across her face, Deb's head jerked back and her eyes bulged out of her head. Even though she tried to act as if what he said didn't upset her, he could tell that his words pierced her heart. "No offense taken. I've been called worse names than a whore," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak again. Suddenly she looked sad. She fell silent. "Sorry," said Tom. "I shouldn't have said that. Please forgive me," he said touching her hand. She shrugged and, a practiced move, she nodded her head to toss her hair behind her head in the way that Susan does. "I know she hates me," she said before speaking again. Obviously, even though she knew her daughter hated her, his words still stung. "I was a terrible mother and still am for having sex with nearly all of my daughter's boyfriends, including you," she said with a dirty laugh and a shrug while fondling Tommy's erect cock in her hand. "Only, with nothing that I can do to change her opinion of me, I may as well enjoy myself," she said. She lowered her head and continued sucking him and gumming him while stroking him. Then, once he was hard enough, she stopped gumming him to reach behind her to unhook her bra and release her D cup sized breasts. Surprised that they did, her big tits looked just like Susan's big tits only they sagged a little more than Susan's breasts. If he was to compare her mature body to anyone, she had a body like Mimi Rogers, Tom Cruise's ex-wife. Then, she stood to remove her panties and to reveal her pubic hair to him. In the way that Susan had a trimmed, blonde pussy, her mother had a bushy, blonde pussy. "That's so weird," said Tommy. Deb looked down to where he was staring at her pussy. "What's so weird?" He pointed at her pussy before looking up at her hair on her head. "The hair on your head doesn't match your pubic hair. Usually a woman with a blonde pussy has blonde hair. But you have jet black hair on your head with a blonde pussy," he said. "Typically, a woman with dyed, blonde hair has dark brown or black, pubic hair. You have just the opposite," he said with a laugh. She gave him a sexy smile while looking down at her pussy. "I dyed my natural, blonde hair black," she said. "A natural blonde all of my life, I was tired of being a blonde," she said with a shrug. "Besides, I was hiding out from someone, someone I owed money to and I needed to change my look to sneak out of town without being found out and followed," she said. He looked from her naked pussy to her face before staring back down at her pussy. "Oh," he said. "I see." She struck a pose as if she was modeling for the cover of Vogue. "Tell me the truth and be honest, doesn't the black hair draw attention to my blue eyes? She struck a pose as if she was a model ready to walk down the runway or a stripper about to climb a pole. "Don't you think I look younger than my age?" He gave her a sexually excited look. "The black hair does draw my attention to your blue eyes," he said looking more at her naked body than he was looking at her face. "The black hair makes your blue eyes pop," he said staring at her erect nipples instead of at her eyes. "Only, as far as black hair making you look younger, being that I don't know how old you are, I'm not a good judge at that." She gave him another sexy smile but this time with a naughty look. "I'm older than you think," she said with a loud laugh. "Now fuck me," she said taking his cock in her hand before sitting on his cock and inserting his stiff prick in her already wet pussy. "Fuck your girlfriend's mother now in the way you no doubt fucked your girlfriend, my daughter, this morning. Give me an orgasm with your cock in the way that you, no doubt, gave my daughter an orgasm with your stiff prick. Mommy needs a big, hard cock in her warm, wet pussy," said Deb with a loud, annoying laugh. Deb sat on Tommy while jumping up and down on his prick. For an old broad she was quite agile. For an old broad, she was extremely flexible. For an old broad, she was very horny. For an old broad, she was quite sexual and sexy. For an old broad, albeit a sexually experienced whore and quite good in bed, she was very generous lover. When it was time for her to go to a nursing home, with elderly men and the younger men on the nursing staff hanging around her room day and night, she'd be the hit of the nursing home. "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm fucking Susan's mother," said Tommy humping Susan's mother while she bounced on him. With Deb a real sexual pro, humping him harder and humping faster, she fucked Tommy in the way he had never been fucked before. As if she was a rodeo bull rider and he was a bucking bull, she dug her heels in his side and rode him. If he thought her hand job was the best, her giving him sexual intercourse was even better. If he thought her gum job was the best blowjob he ever had, her fuck job was even better. With her big tits bouncing and swaying side to side, he reached up his horny hands to harness her breasts while fingering her erect nipples in the way he did with Susan's big tits and nipples. "Fuck me, Tommy," she said. "Fuck me," she ordered. "I want to feel what my daughter felt this morning. Make me cum," she said. "Shove that big, hard cock in my warm, wet cunt. Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me. Make me your bitch. Make me your whore. Fuck me as if I was your mother and you're my son," she said. "Fuck your mother, Tommy. Fuck your mother." Now he knew where Susan got her love of talking dirty from, her mother. Humping and humping him, Susan's mother rode her daughter's boyfriend as if she was riding a bull in the rodeo. "Oh, my God, Deb. This is the best sex I've had in in my life," he said rolling her over, mounting her, and trying to return the favor by giving her the fucking of her life. Tommy rolled her over and really started pounding her pussy. Humping her harder, he humped her faster. Humping her hard enough to break her hip, he wanted her to cum. He needed to give him an orgasm. He wanted to show her he was just as good in bed as she was. He wanted to show her that he was just as good, if not better than any John she had. He wanted to show her that he was a better fuck than any and all of her four sons. Only, with her having had sex with so very men, obviously he was just another man to her to sexually use and abuse in the way she sexually used and abused all of the other men in her life. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 07 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Susan catches her seventy-something-year-old mother having sex with her forty-something-year-old boyfriend. Continued from chapter 6: Deb sat on Tommy while jumping up and down on his prick. For an old broad she was quite agile. For an old broad, she was extremely flexible. For an old broad, she was very horny. For an old broad, she was quite sexual and sexy. For an old broad, albeit a sexually experienced whore and quite good in bed, she was very generous lover. When it was time for her to go to a nursing home, with elderly men and the younger men on the nursing staff hanging around her room day and night, she'd be the hit of the nursing home. "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm fucking Susan's mother," said Tommy humping Susan's mother while she bounced on him. With Deb a real sexual pro, humping him harder and humping faster, she fucked Tommy in the way he had never been fucked before. As if she was a rodeo bull rider and he was a bucking bull, she dug her heels in his side and rode him. If he thought her hand job was the best, her giving him sexual intercourse was even better. If he thought her gum job was the best blowjob he ever had, her fucking him was even better. With her big tits bouncing and swaying side to side, he reached up his horny hands to harness her breasts while fingering her erect nipples in the way he did with Susan's big tits and nipples. "Fuck me, Tommy," she said. "Fuck me," she ordered. "I want to feel what my daughter felt this morning. Make me cum," she said. "Shove that big, hard cock in my warm, wet cunt. Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me. Make me your bitch. Make me your whore. Fuck me as if I was your mother and you're my son," she said. "Fuck your mother, Tommy. Fuck your mother. Give it to Mommy." Now he knew where Susan got her love of talking dirty from, her mother. Humping and humping him, Susan's mother rode her daughter's boyfriend as if she was riding a bull in the rodeo. "Oh, my God, Deb. This is the best sex I've had in in my life," he said rolling her over, mounting her, and trying to return the favor by giving her the fucking of her life. Tommy rolled her over and really started pounding her pussy. Humping her harder, he humped her faster. Humping her hard enough to break her hip, he wanted her to cum. He needed to give him an orgasm. "Better than Susan," she said as if what they were doing was a game and she was in competition with her daughter. He realized that she wanted him to say that she was a better sexual partner than her daughter but he wouldn't say that, he couldn't say that. All he wanted to do was to show her that he was just as good in bed as she was. He wanted to show her that he was just as good, if not better than any John she had. He wanted to show her that he was a better fuck than any and all of her four sons. Only, with her having had sex with so very men, some good but most bad, obviously he was just another man to her to sexually use and abuse in the way she sexually used and abused all of the other men in her life. Chapter 7: Susan's boyfriend, Tommy, and Susan's mother, Deb, were too busy having sex to hear Susan enter the apartment. They were too busy fucking one another to know that they weren't alone. They never heard Susan open and slam shut her apartment door. With the door unlocked, anyone could have entered and killed the both of them while they were having sex. With Tommy too busy pounding Deb's pussy and Susan's mother too busy screaming her sexual delight too loud to hear, neither Tommy nor Deb, heard the front door open and slam shut. Not wanting to see them fucking one another, Susan purposely slammed the front door for them to hear her. She purposely slammed shut the front door for them to stop what they were doing before she rounded the corner, walked in her apartment, and walked in on them while in the act. Having already seen it with her other boyfriends before, she didn't want to see another one of her boyfriends having sex with her whore of a mother. Only, Tommy was too busy humping Deb's pussy, kissing her, and feeling her tits while fingering her nipples for him to hear Susan open and slam shut her front door. Deb was too busy returning Tommy's humps, French kissing him, and screaming her orgasmic pleasure for her to hear Susan unexpectedly return home. As if they were alone in their own house, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of the boyfriend and the mother of Susan, they were lowlife, despicable degenerates. As if she was out to hurt her daughter, as if her mother wanted to be caught, seemingly she didn't care how loud she screamed nor who heard her. Catching them in the act of having sex, Susan heard the screaming commotion of her mother having sex with her boyfriend from outside on the street and all the way up the four flights of stairs. Then, still not believing her ears, as soon as she rounded the corner of her small, studio apartment, a sight to behold, unable to believe her eyes, she saw Tommy in bed having sex with her mother. Something that had happened before with Tommy cheating on her with her best friend, Jennifer's daughter, Christine, Deb having sex with her boyfriends was something her mother always did and seemingly took pleasure in doing. Nonetheless having lived through this nightmare before, she couldn't bear to live through this nightmare again. She couldn't believe her eyes when she was being forced to live through this nightmare all over again. With her mother never sorry for having sex with any of her boyfriends, for her to have sex with another one of her boyfriends, she wasn't sorry for having sex with Tommy either. With all of the transgressions her mother has done to her, Susan gave him forgiving her mother for anything she had done. Tommy was proving to be as much of a whoremonger as his mother was a whore. Yet, in his defense, it's one thing to forgive her boyfriend for one, sexual transgression with him having sex with her girlfriend's daughter but him having sex with her mother was too much. It's understandable him wanting to have sex with a 20-year-old woman but why would he want to have sex with a 70-something-year-old woman? Why would he have sex with someone as old and as disgusting as her mother? Knowing that it would hurt Susan and devastate her if she found out that they had sex, why would Tommy have sex with her mother? When she heard her mother's sexual screams from outside and all the way up four flights of stairs, dreading what she'd see, she knew she'd see her mother having sex with her boyfriend. Not a pretty sight to come home to, Susan entered her studio apartment and rounded the corner of her apartment to see her boyfriend's hairy asshole in the air while humping his hips, pounding her pussy, and fucking her mother. Unable to believe her own eyes, she stood there in shock while watching Tommy fucking her mother's naked pussy and while watching her mother humping her boyfriend's big prick. As if they wanted the whole apartment building to hear them, they were loud, very loud, and inhumanly loud. Already knowing what was happening, not having to guess, Susan could hear them having sex outside on the street and all the way up the four flights of stairs. The more stairs she climbed the louder they grew and the angrier she became. Not something new, with her mother working as a prostitute and having sex with every man and any man at all hours of the day and night, she had grown up to her mother's sexual screams. With her mother bringing strange men home at all hours of the day and night to service her Johns in her bedroom, she had gone to sleep with her mother's sexual screams in her head and in her nightmares. With her mother having sex with her four sons, Susan's much older brothers, she was routinely jostled her from her sound sleep by them having sex. With some men paying her to stay overnight, shaking the whole house, she had awakened to her mother's sexual screams. Just as she couldn't believe her mother's immodest immorality then, she couldn't believe that she was still such a whore now. Even at her elderly age, when most people her age are dead or in a nursing home, she couldn't believe her mother was still having sex with yet another one of her boyfriends. How dare she do such a thing? How could she hurt her in this way? Why would she have sex with her boyfriend? 'She's such a conniving cunt' thought Susan while walking up four flights of stairs. Still, even though she could hear her mother's screams of orgasmic pleasure with her own ears and see her with Tommy with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that her mother would have sex with yet another one of her boyfriends. Frigging bitch, dirty whore, what the Hell is wrong with her? How could she do this to her yet again? Why would she continue to hurt her by having sex with yet another one of her boyfriends? What mother would do that to her own daughter? 'No good, dirty bitch. Frigging whore,' thought Susan opening her front door. She's supposed to be her mother. She's supposed to love her. What the Hell kind of mother would have sex with her daughter's boyfriends. The kind of mother who'd have sex with her sons, Susan's four, much older brothers. What the Hell? If she had sex with all four of her sons, what's to stop her from having sex with every one of her daughter's boyfriends, never mind every man in the neighborhood and beyond? Still, understanding why her mother would have sex with her boyfriend had always been a mystery to her. Maybe she was giving her mother too much credit for being a loving mother when she wasn't. Maybe because now that her mother was older, she was jealous of her daughter and envious of her beauty and her youth. Maybe, she still wanted to feel that younger men sexually wanted and desired her. Maybe because her boyfriends were all younger, attractive, and physically fit is why her mother had sex with them instead of having sex with the degenerate Johns that she routine fucked and sucked. As simple as that, maybe her mother had sex with her boyfriends because she was sexually attracted to them and because she was a whore. Now, just as it was a mystery to her why her mother would have sex with her boyfriends, it was even more of a mystery to her why Tommy would have sex with her mother. Maybe because he was young, sexy, and hot, he wanted to experience having sex with an older woman. Only, her mother was much more than just a cougar. She was a stripper, a prostitute, and a whore. Instead of just being older, she was elderly. When he had someone like her in his life, Susan couldn't understand why Tommy would even want to have sex with her elderly mother. What the Hell is wrong with him? Obviously, with both of them cut from the same cloth, these two are meant for one another. Now Susan questioned what was wrong with her bad self to continue to keep the both of them in her life. Why would she continue to subject herself to this emotional abuse and sexual abuse? How could she possibly have a relationship with a man who slept with her mother? Why even bother to continue to have a relationship with either one of them? * * * * * Done. She was so done. She needed to put an end to this lunacy. Enough was enough. Tired of people she loved and who she thought loved her using and abusing her, she was tired of being hurt. She needed her boyfriend out of her apartment and out of her life. She needed her mother out of her apartment and out of her life. Tired of being made a fool of, she'd rather live alone and live her life without them than to live with either one of them in her life. Tired of being used and abused, she'd rather be alone than to be with either one of them. Reclaiming her life as her own and no one else's, she was done with the both of them, especially with her mother. 'Done, done, done, I'm so done with all of this bullshit,' she thought to herself while staring at them with shocked disbelief. In the way Susan remembered walking in on her mother while she was having sex with one of her Johns or with one of her brothers, she was as upset now as she was then. In the way she remembered walking in on her mother while she was having sex with her boyfriends before, she couldn't believe she had walked in on her mother having sex with one of her boyfriends again now. Not believing what she was seeing, she stood there in shock watching them having sex. As if she was the mother and Deb was her daughter, she felt so removed from the both of them. Betrayed by the two people most important to her in her life, with all of her feelings now erased and with both of them removed from her reality, she now felt nothing for either one of them. With Tommy pounding her mother's cunt in the way he had just pounded her cunt earlier that morning, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother had a long history of having sex with her boyfriends. Her worst nightmare, her mother was stealing yet another one of her boyfriends from her. The last thing she wanted to think of when having sex with her boyfriend was that her mother had sex with her boyfriend too. 'Eww. Gross. That's so nasty,' she thought to herself. How could she ever have sex with Tommy again without thinking of him on top of her mother and making love to her mother before fucking her mother? How could she ever kiss Tommy's lips while knowing he had his tongue in her mother's mouth and in her mother's pussy? How could she suck his cock again while knowing that he had his cock in her mother's mouth and in her mother's pussy? 'Eww. Gross. Yuck! That's so disgusting,' she thought after seeing the two of them together naked and whenever thinking of them having sex. "Mom! What the fuck?" She looked from her mother to look at her boyfriend. "Tommy! What the Hell are you doing? Jesus Christ! Are you fucking kidding me?" If looks could kill, they'd both be dead. "Sorry, Susan," said Tommy looking embarrassed that she caught him having sex with her mother. Helping him extricate from her, she gave him a shove off her mother. "I don't fucking believe this. Get off my mother. Get the fuck off of her now. Eww! Gross! Nasty. That's just so nasty. I can't believe you're having sex with my mother," she said glaring at Tommy before glaring at her mother. "Mom? What the fuck? I can't believe you're having sex with yet another one of my boyfriends. What the fuck is wrong with you? How dare you?" Susan took a step back as if she was about to get a gun. "Susan," said Tommy extricating his cock from Deb's hairy pussy and climbing off of her. "What are you doing home?" "What am I doing home? I live here," she said. "I didn't expect you home until tonight," said Tommy avoiding making eye contact. She looked from him to look at her mother still lying naked in her bed as if she lived there. "Didn't expect me home? No kidding. I forgot my presentation," said Susan. "Now I know what you do when I leave here for work." Susan's mother fluffed back her dyed, black hair with a practiced hand and took the opportunity of their disruption to add bright, red lipstick to her lips before grabbing for her cigarettes. "Hi Honey," said Deb unapologetically and as if she was drunk again and as if her being naked in bed with her daughter's naked boyfriend was normal. "Your boyfriend has a big cock and he knows how to use it too," she said with a dirty laugh while looking down at Tommy's still erect prick that was covered with her vaginal secretions. At that moment, Susan envisioned strangling her mother to death. "Deb," said Tommy shooting her a look in his feeble attempt to silence her mother from adding fuel to the fire. Deb tossed her head as if telling him to go fuck himself before returning her focused attention back to her daughter. "I gave him a gum job," she said giving her daughter a toothless smile before retrieving her teeth from her pocketbook and putting them back in her mouth. "He said my gum job was the best blowjob he ever had." Susan gave her mother a horrified look. "You're such a disgusting whore," said Susan putting up her hand to stop her mother from responding. "Don't even talk to me, you nasty, old bitch. I fucking hate you." Deb gave Susan a motherly smile while reaching for a cigarette. "I love you too Susan," said Deb with a shrug while rolling her eyes and sighing. Susan glared at her mother with disgust. "That's just the thing. You never loved me. You never wanted me. I was just an accident of birth," said Susan pointing her finger of contempt at her mother. "You left me alone all day and all night not knowing if I got myself dressed, had food to eat, if I went to school, or if I even came home from school." Her mother shrugged her indifference and disinterest. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. You always had a knack for acting like the victim," she said with assurance. "Under the circumstances, I did the best that I could without having a man in my life there to take care of me and you," she said. "At least you weren't out in the street. At least you had a roof over your head and a bed to sleep. That's more than I had growing up poor," she said while repeating the same, old sob story that Susan never believed even the first time she heard it. With her cigarette dangling from her lip, Deb searched through her pocketbook for her lighter. "There's no smoking in my apartment," she said walking over to her and ripping the unlit cigarette from her mother's mouth and breaking it. As if she had just bit a lemon, her mother made a sour face. Seemingly Deb looked at her daughter in the way she'd look at any street whore who gave her a hard time or a problem. Susan looked at her mother as if she was just some whore that Tommy picked up from the bar and brought home for sex. Even though Susan told him about her mother, this was his first time seeing their interaction. Tommy looked from Susan to Deb and back at Susan again. "Oh, sorry. I forgot that you're Miss Goody-two-shoes. You don't smoke or drink," said Deb raising her hand, rolling her eyes, sighing, and shaking her head. "What I did to deserve a daughter like you, I have no idea. Maybe if you had a vice you wouldn't be the uptight bitch that you are. Maybe if you took up smoking and drinking, you wouldn't be the barren and frigid cunt that you turned out to be and could hold onto your men without me taking them from you," said Deb with a loud, obnoxious laugh. Susan returned the same angry face her mother made at her. "Fuck you, Mother," said Susan. Even though she told her mother to fuck herself, she automatically followed her expletive by calling her mother. Such an odd combination of words to put together as a form of disrespect and as a form of respect at the same time. Then, not nearly done, she paused to stare at her naked mother making herself comfortable in her bed. Susan looked at her mother with as much rage as she looked at her boyfriend. She looked at her mother as if she hated her and, especially at that moment, she most certainly did. "Fuck me? Sorry, no thank you, I prefer having sex with men than with women," she said with another dirty laugh. "Besides, I'd never have incestuous sex with my daughter in the way that I had incestuous sex with my sons," she said with that loud, annoying cackle of a laugh. Susan stared at her as if she wanted to strangle her. "It's oxymoronic to even call you mother, when you've never been a mother to me. Always alone, with you out with one of your Johns and never there for me, you're not my mother. You were never my mother. From Thanksgiving until after New Year's day, your busy time with all of the hotel parties, you didn't even have the time to put up a tree or even buy me a Christmas gift," said Susan. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 07 Deb looked at her daughter with confusion before looking at her with horror. "That's not true. I bought you gifts at Christmas," she said suddenly getting a puzzled look on her face. "Didn't I?" Susan shook her head no. "Then, with my brothers out God knows where and doing God knows what, I was left alone for the holidays just as I am alone again now. The television set that I sat in front of hour after hour was more of a mother to me than were you. I learned all about life and all that I needed to know from watching television. You're just some whore who happened to get laid and pregnant by the late, great, Dr. Robert Parker, or so you say, your only saving grace and your only claim to fame." Deb shrugged and impulsively reached for her cigarettes again before remembering that she wasn't allowed to smoke in her daughter's apartment. "Yeah, well, with me having sex with so, very, many men back then, Honey, sometimes two or three in a night, I have no idea who your father really was. We didn't do DNA testing back then. He could be anyone of a thousand men for all that I know. For all I know, your father could be one of your brothers," she said with her cackling laugh again. "Imagine that? How's that for you turning up your nose at incest when you were spawned from an incestuous relationship that I had with one of your brothers?" Deb laughed loudly again while Susan rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. "You're incorrigible Mother. I don't know why I expected you to change or to be any different than you always were. I can't believe you had sex with yet another one of my boyfriends. As far as I know, you've had sex with all of my boyfriends. God, you're such a disgusting, frigging whore. You're such a frigging, old cunt," she said. "When will you ever act your age?" Deb smiled at her daughter. "Act my age? What does acting my age have to do with anything, especially with sex? Besides, what was I supposed to do? As if a sign from God, I was horny and he was naked with an erection," said Deb with a dirty laugh. "You know how I feel about cocks, especially big, hard cocks," she said grabbing at Tommy but he pulled away from her grasp. Susan stared at her mother as if she wanted to knife her to death. "I can't believe you. I can't believe either of you. I don't believe this is happening to me yet again," said Susan. She looked at if she was about to cry before an angry look washed over her face. "With him looking so pathetic, I felt bad for him. He looked so horny and sexually frustrated after having sex with you," said Deb laughing loudly while patting Tommy's shoulder. "Had you properly sexually serviced your boyfriends," she said pointing her finger at her daughter. "There'd be no need for Mommy to step in and help you sexually satisfy your men." Susan's face turned bright red. "Fuck you," said Susan. Tommy pulled away from Deb to look from Susan's face full of rage to look at Deb before returning his focus to Susan. "Oh, oh, catfight," said Tommy no doubt thinking he was funny with his feeble attempt to break the tension. Susan glared at her mother before glaring at him. "No wait," she said to Tommy pushing him away. "I can believe you had sex with her. I just can't believe you had sex with my mother. You're the one I can't believe. God, you're such a disgusting bastard," she said looking at Tommy. Suddenly Tommy had a panicked look on his face. "Sorry Susan. Really, I am," he said even, no doubt, he wasn't sorry at all. Susan looked at him as if she hated him as much as she hated her mother. "I know what I can expect from my mother, nothing, but expecting more from you, I thought you were better than that," she said glaring at Tommy before her face was awash with hurt and sadness. "Expecting more from you, I thought we had something. Why in the Hell would you have sex with her, my mother, when you have someone like me in your bed?" He looked from daughter to look at mother before looking back at daughter. "I don't know, Susan. I'm sorry," he said taking a step back. "I can explain. Really, I can." Susan put up her hands as if they were two mini stop signs that stopped him in his tracks from coming near her. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. "I don't want to hear it. I've heard enough from the both of you. I can't believe you had sex with my mother? Is there no end to the lunacy that is my life? Oh, my God. Mom! Get the fuck off my bed and put on your clothes. The both of you," she said pulling her mother by her hair and pulling her boyfriend by his ankle. Wanting to kick her mother in her face, she pushed her to the floor before kicking her boyfriend in the balls. Holding himself in pain, Tommy grabbed at the sheet before grabbing for his clothes to get dressed. "Sorry, Susan. I'm so sorry. It just happened," said Tommy. "I was sleeping and when I opened my eyes, your mother was sitting on the bed with my prick in her hand." Susan looked from her boyfriend to look at her mother with hatred. "Sorry Susan. I'm so sorry," said Deb with a shrug while making fun of Tommy before returning to her bad self. "When I saw that big cock, I just couldn't help myself from touching it, stroking it, gumming it, and fucking it," she said with a dirty laugh before she started coughing. "With me not as good looking as I used to be, I take whatever I can get," she said with a shrug and another annoying laugh. A crime of passion that no court of law would convict her, enraged, if Susan had a gun she probably would have shot the both of them. "Get out! The both of you get out! If you'd rather be with a 70-something-year-old drunk, be my guest," said Susan to Tommy. He looked at her with panic. "Wait Susan. Don't do this," he said begging her to give him another chance. Susan continued pushing him out the door. "When she's not drinking and smoking, she's fucking and sucking or gumming some man for money. With all the men my whore of a mother has been with, hundreds, maybe even thousands of men with her working as a stripper and a prostitute for fifty years, I'd see your doctor for some penicillin, if I were you," said Susan. Tommy looked from Susan to look at her mother with horror. "Seventy-something?" He looked at Susan before looking back at Deb. "I thought you were sixty-something," he said. "Gees. Damn. You don't look 70-something. Looking ten years younger, you look good for you age," he said to Susan's mother. "I never would have guessed you being thirty-years older than me." Deb ran a slow tongue over her red lipstick clad lips while staring at Tommy's exposed prick. "Thank you," she said putting on her clothes. "It's the black hair. It makes me look younger, don't you think?" She tossed back her black hair with a practiced flip of her head. With neither of them fully dressed, Susan shoved Tommy out of her apartment before shoving her mother out her apartment door. "Get out! Get the fuck out! The both of you," said Susan pushing them both out the door and locking the door behind them. "Go fuck yourselves, the both of you. I never want to see either one of you again." To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 08 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Forty-six-year-old Tommy has sex with Susan's best friend's daughter, 20-year-old Christine. Continued from Chapter 7: "Sorry Susan. Really, I am," he said even, no doubt, he wasn't sorry at all. Susan looked at him as if she hated him as much as she hated her mother. "I know what I can expect from my mother, nothing, but expecting more from you, I thought you were better than that," she said glaring at Tommy before her face was awash with hurt and sadness. "Expecting more from you, I thought we had something. Why in the Hell would you have sex with her, my mother, when you have someone like me in your bed?" He looked from daughter to look at mother before looking back at daughter. "I don't know, Susan. I'm sorry," he said taking a step back. "I can explain. Really, I can." Susan put up her hands as if they were two mini stop signs that stopped him in his tracks from coming near her. She didn't want to hear what he had to say. "I don't want to hear it. I've heard enough from the both of you. I can't believe you had sex with my mother? Is there no end to the lunacy that is my life? Oh, my God. Mom! Get the fuck off my bed and put on your clothes. The both of you," she said pulling her mother by her hair and pulling her boyfriend by his ankle. Wanting to kick her mother in her face, she pushed her to the floor before kicking her boyfriend in the balls. Holding himself in pain, Tommy grabbed at the sheet before grabbing for his clothes to get dressed. "Sorry, Susan. I'm so sorry. It just happened," said Tommy. "I was sleeping and when I opened my eyes, your mother was sitting on the bed with my prick in her hand." Susan looked from her boyfriend to look at her mother with hatred. "Sorry Susan. I'm so sorry," said Deb with a shrug while making fun of Tommy before returning to her bad self. "When I saw that big cock, I just couldn't help myself from touching it, stroking it, gumming it, and fucking it," she said with a dirty laugh before she started coughing. "With me not as good looking as I used to be, I take whatever I can get," she said with a shrug and another annoying laugh. A crime of passion that no court of law would convict her, enraged, if Susan had a gun she probably would have shot the both of them. "Get out! The both of you get out! If you'd rather be with a 70-something-year-old drunk, be my guest," said Susan to Tommy. He looked at her with panic. "Wait Susan. Don't do this," he said begging her to give him another chance. Susan continued pushing him out the door. "When she's not drinking and smoking, she's fucking and sucking or gumming some man for money. With all the men my whore of a mother has been with, hundreds, maybe even thousands of men with her working as a stripper and a prostitute for fifty years, I'd see your doctor for some penicillin, if I were you," said Susan. Tommy looked from Susan to look at her mother with horror. "Seventy-something?" He looked at Susan before looking back at Deb. "I thought you were sixty-something," he said. "Gees. Damn. You don't look 70-something. Looking ten years younger, you look good for you age," he said to Susan's mother. "I never would have guessed you being thirty-years older than me." Deb ran a slow tongue over her red lipstick clad lips while staring at Tommy's exposed prick. "Thank you," she said putting on her clothes. "It's the black hair. It makes me look younger, don't you think?" She tossed back her black hair with a practiced flip of her head. With neither of them fully dressed, Susan shoved Tommy out of her apartment before shoving her mother out her apartment door. "Get out! Get the fuck out! The both of you," said Susan pushing them both out the door and locking the door behind them. "Go fuck yourselves, the both of you. I never want to see either one of you again." Chapter 8: Tommy having sex with Susan's mother was her boyfriend's second chance. After she threw him out of her house and with him throwing her mother under the bus, she more blamed her mother for seducing her boyfriend than she blamed him for having sex with her mother. She knew how irresistibly tempting, sexually teasing, and erotically enticing her mother could be when it comes to sex and seducing men. Sexually experienced enough with men to know what men want, no man young or old could resist her. If anyone was a naughty minx, her mother was. Before he had dared had sex with her mother too, she even forgave him for having sex with best friend's daughter, Christine. She stupidly and naively thought after one false step that his sexual transgressions were over. Assured that his infidelity would never happen again, she thought he was sincere in his apology of having sex with her best friend's daughter, until she caught him having sex with her whore of a mother. So gross and so nasty, he having sex with her mother was his second sexual transgression and his last chance. She was done with him. She was done with men. Understandable that a forty-something-year-old man would want to have sex with a 20-year-old woman, what Susan didn't understand was why a forty-something-year-old man would want to have sex with a 70-something-year-old woman. Further, why would a 20-year-old woman want to have sex with a 46-year-old man? Are there enough men her age to fuck and suck? Why would she have sex with her mother's best friend's boyfriend? How dare she, that little conniving cunt. 'Gross! Eww! That's just nasty. That's just sick,' she thought to herself now that she was alone with her bad self. When he had someone like Susan in his life and in his bed, why would he risk losing her for her old, mother? Nonetheless, with him cheating on her once with her girlfriend's daughter, and a second time with her mother, of all women, she wanted nothing more to do with him. Next, if he had the chance, driving a wedge between them, he'd be cheating on her with her best friend. Just as she was done with her mother, she was done with him too. Done, done, done with them both, if she never saw either one of them ever again, she'd be happy. * * * * * While she was out at the mall with Jennifer, her best friend, Jennifer's daughter, Christine, went to Susan's apartment looking for her mother. With the two of them as close as sisters, Jennifer's daughter no doubt figured that she'd find her mother there with Susan. Only, what she found was much like what Susan's mother found when she opened the front door to Susan's unlocked apartment. She found Tommy in bed naked. Then, when Susan and Jennifer arrived to Susan's apartment, a sight to behold indeed, they found Tommy naked and in bed with Jennifer's naked daughter, Christine, having sex. Too busy having sex to hear Susan and Jennifer walk up the four flights of stair, unlock, and open her front door, seemingly neither women could believe their eyes when they rounded the corner. They had caught them red handed having sex. Susan would have been less angry if she caught Tommy having sex with anyone but her best friend's daughter and Jennifer would have been less angry if she caught Christine having sex with anyone else, preferably with a boy her own age. Only, Susan's boyfriend and Jennifer's daughter were naked and in bed. With Tommy humping Christine, really pounding her oh, so young pussy, seeing them having sex was indeed a sight to behold. "Tommy," yelled Susan. "Christine," yelled Jennifer. How could he have sex with a child in her bed when he had a woman like Susan in his life? Unless his intention was to deeply hurt her, of all the women to have sex with, why would he have sex with her best friend's daughter? How dare he? What's wrong with him for him to do that? Testing their friendship, Tommy knew how close she was with Jennifer. "Mom? Susan? What are you doing here? Why are you back so soon? Whenever you go to the mall, you're gone for the day," she said quickly grabbing her clothes to cover her naked body and hurriedly getting dressed. If looks could kill, in the way that Susan and Jennifer stared at Tommy with hatred, he would have died a horrible death. If only they were witches and could burn him to death with their stares, they would have. Tommy had cheated on Susan with her best friend's daughter. Why would he do such a thing? How could he do such a thing? Christine had cheated on Susan with the boyfriend of her mother's best friend. Why would she do such a thing? How could she do such a thing? She was so young, just 20-years-old. She was so innocent. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't a slutty enough to be having sex with someone old enough to be her father especially when he was the boyfriend of her best friend. Understandably, after her mother divorced her father years ago, perhaps Christine missed having a father in her life. Perhaps Christine was looking for her Daddy. With Tommy in Susan's bed naked, perhaps the timing was right even though it was all wrong. With that in mind to soothe her anger somewhat, not only could she understand why Tommy would want to have sex with a 20-year-old girl, she could understand why Christine would want to have sex with a 46-year-old man. * * * * * Christine knocked on the front door while calling for her mother and for Susan. "Mom? Susan?" When there was no answer, she turned the doorknob and with the door unlocked, she walked in Susan's small, studio apartment in the way Susan's mother would do months from now. "Mom? Susan? Are you here? Mom? Susan?" As soon as she turned the corner and walked further in the apartment, there was Tommy in bed naked. In the way he would do when Susan's mother, Deb, saw him naked months from now, he had a partial erection when Christine saw him too. Pretending he was sleeping just as he'd do with Deb, Christine stood in the large room staring at his naked cock. Seemingly he enjoyed exposing himself to women, especially when his exhibitionism appeared unintentional. As if she was a perverted peeper, she stood motionlessly quiet while staring at his cock. Tommy's eyes were closed but opened just enough for him to see a very pretty, young woman. Instead of looking embarrassed, she looked sexually excited. Instead of looking away, she stared at his semi-erect prick. With her having never met Tommy, obviously she was nervous seeing a naked man in Susan's apartment and seeing a man in Susan's bed with a partial erection. Seemingly not knowing what else to do, Christine looked away from Tommy to call out to her mother and for Susan again. This time, taking care not to awaken the naked man, instead of calling out to Susan and her mother loudly, she called out to them softly. "Mom? Susan?" As soon as she called out for her mother and for Susan, she looked back to Tommy to see if she had awakened him. Only, instead of looking away once looking back at him again, as if she was mesmerized by his growing erection and hypnotize by his throbbing, big dick, she continued staring at his erecting penis. When he didn't open his eyes, she called out for her mother and for Susan louder. "Mom? Susan?" It was such a small place, barely 600 square feet, if they were anywhere, they'd be in the kitchenette, in the bathroom, or out on the balcony. Instead of walking out to the balcony to enjoy the view and to see if her mother and Susan were sitting out there, she seemingly preferred the view inside and the view she was seeing now. If her mother was out there with Susan, perhaps she had seen this naked man too. Perhaps, instead of going shopping at the mall, they just had a threesome. Perhaps, embarrassed that she was unexpectedly there, her mother and Susan were hiding and pretending they were home. * * * * * As if he was Burt Reynolds posing for a Playgirl cover, with his semi-erect, naked cock shamelessly on display, Tommy was prominently prone upon Susan's bed naked. Ready for whomever it was entering her apartment, he heard someone climbing the stairs, before hearing footsteps in the front hall. He knew that Susan had gone to the mall with her best friend, Jennifer. Being that no one ever climbed four flights of stairs but for Susan, Jennifer, and him, he figured that Susan was coming home with Jennifer. In the way he was sexually attracted to Susan when he first met her, he was sexually attracted to Jennifer when he first met her too. With him wanting to expose his erection to Susan's best friend, he had been stroking himself to an erection in anticipation of them opening the front door. Then, when he heard someone call for Susan and then for Mom, he wondered if Susan had a daughter. Debating if he should cover his nakedness or not, with Susan 43-years-old, chances are her daughter wasn't a minor but over 18-years-old. In the way he was ready to expose himself to Susan's daughter, if that's who it was at her front door, he'd never exposed himself to a minor. He may be a lot of things but he wasn't a pedophile. Maybe it wasn't Susan's daughter but Jennifer's daughter. Being that she was the same age as Susan, he knew that her daughter wouldn't be a minor but an adult too. In the way he'd love to expose his cock to Jennifer, without having even meeting her or seeing her, he'd love to expose his cock to Jennifer's daughter too. Not expecting her to react to seeing his naked prick with much more than shock and revulsion, it would be fun so flash some 18-year-old woman what may be her first cock. Obviously, under the pretense that he was there waiting for Susan to return home as her naked surprise, he had an ulterior motive. He wanted to expose himself to Jennifer too while playing Mickey the Dunce by acting as if he thought Susan would be coming home alone. With Jennifer an attractive woman also, no doubt Tommy fantasized over having sex with Susan's best friend in the way he would later fantasize over having sex with Susan's mother. No doubt, if he had his druthers, he'd love to have sex with Susan and with her best friend at the same time and in the same bed. Incorrigible in his horniness and in his sexual lust for women, only, he never expected for Jennifer's daughter, Christine, to be at the door. Just as Christine was surprised to see Tommy naked, he was surprised to see Jennifer's young, attractive daughter standing there staring at him as if she had never seen a cock before. Now, that he had exposed his cock to Jennifer's daughter, in the way that he'd love to have sex with her mother, he'd love to have sex with her too. How hot would that be to have sex with mother and daughter in the same bed, as hot as having sex with Susan and her mother in the same bed? 'Wow!' * * * * * With Christine standing at the foot of the bed staring at Tommy's cock, he remained silently still while pretending he was sleeping. Staring at her through the slits of his mostly closed eyes, she was so young. She was so pretty. She was so sexy. Ruling out that she was Susan's daughter while remembering that she didn't have children, she looked too much like Jennifer not to be her daughter. A younger version and a carbon copy of her attractive mother, albeit without Jennifer's big tits, in the way he wouldn't mind having sex with her mother, he wouldn't mind having sex with her daughter too. He always wanted to have sex with a mother and daughter, separately or both at the same time. With Susan telling him that her mother was a whore, even though he never met her mother, he sometimes sexually fantasized of having sex with Susan and with her mother in the same bed. Having seen old photos of her, she was a fine looking woman with breasts as big as Susan's big breasts. Christine continued staring at Tommy's cock as if his naked body was her gift from God. Christine continued staring at Tommy's big prick as if she had never seen a man's naked prick before. Christine continued staring at Tommy's naked body with lust and with sexual passion in the way that Tommy stared at most women when undressing them with his eyes. Only, with Christine not having to undress Tommy with her eyes, he was already naked. Wanting to surprise her, shock her, and embarrass her, Tommy opened his eyes. "Hi," said Tommy popping open his eyes to catch her staring. While making no attempt to cover his nakedness with his hand or to conceal his nakedness with the sheet, he stared back at her in the way she was staring at him. "Who are you?" She was pretty, so very pretty. Tall and shapely thing with dark, shoulder length hair and big, blue eyes with red, full lips, in the way that Tommy looked so very much like Brad Pitt, Christine looked like a much younger version of Angelina Jolie but without the big tits. Seemingly with him returning her stare, Tommy was instantly and sexually attracted to Christine. Shameless in his immoral and immodest exhibitionism of himself, instead of covering his nakedness with the sheet or even with his hand, when he moved his hand to his penis, Christine's eyes followed. Instead of covering his nakedness with his hand, just the opposite, he started touching himself, actually playing with himself. Seemingly having never seen a man touch himself before, Christine watched him touch himself. She watched him holding himself and fondling himself. As if fascinated watching a man play with himself, she watched him fondle the head of his prick with his fingertips. The more he touched himself, the more she stared at him touching himself. As if teasing her and sexually seducing her, he brazenly fondled the head of his cock while staring up at Christine and while she stared at his cock that continued to grow bigger and harder. With her giving him an audience of one, his cock throbbed and pulsated in his anticipation of him having sex with her. Just as he shamelessly masturbated himself in front of her, she shamelessly stared at his cock growing bigger and harder. As soon as he was semi-hard, putting on quite the masturbation show, he collected his prick in his hand and started stroking himself faster and harder in front of her. As if he was intent to cum in front of her, with her still staring at his big prick, he was now giving her something even more to see. With her staring at him before, Christine was even more engrossed watching him masturbate himself now. Still staring at his big, hard, hairy, erect prick, she never removed her eyes from his cock, especially as his cock suddenly twitched, pulsated, and grew bigger and harder in his hand. Then, once he was hard and fully erect, obviously not wanting to cum, he stopped stroking himself. As soon as he stopped stroking himself, as if breaking the spell his cock had over her, she stopped staring at his big prick and was finally able to speak. "I'm Christine, Jennifer's daughter," she said walking closer and talking to Tommy's cock instead of to Tommy. He let go of his cock to shake her hand. Instead of recoiling and refusing to shake the hand that held his cock, if he had offered her his cock to shake, he wondered if she would have shaken his big cock instead of shaking his hand. As if his big prick was a microphone, seemingly she looked like she wanted to take his cock in her hand and speak into the mike. Tommy looked at her in the way that any naked, forty-something-year-old man would look at any attractive, 20-year-old woman. He looked at her with lustful desire. He looked at her with horniness. He looked at her as if he was a lecher, a predator, and/or a vampire and she was his next, intended victim. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Tommy stared at her in the way Christine stared at him. "I'm old enough," she said with attitude. With her hair continually covering one of her eyes and giving the illusion that one eye was larger than the other, she looked at him as if she was peeping on him through a hole in a fence. As if she was getting ready to take his stiff prick in her mouth and suck it, she flipped back her long, brown hair with a toss of her pretty head. Then, she stuck out her chest as if proud to tell him that she was a woman and no longer a girl. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 08 "And how old is old enough?" He laughed at her boldness. Making his prick bigger and harder, as if offering her to take over for him, Tommy continued slowly stroking himself while lustfully staring up at Christine. "I'm twenty," said Christine. "I'm a sophomore in college. I'll be twenty-one in June," she said staring at Tommy's cock in the way that he was staring at her. As if neither one has had sex in a long time, he stared at her in the way she stared at him. "Damn, you're not even old enough to legally drink," he said with a laugh. "Yet, you are so very pretty and tall, as tall as your mother and as tall as Susan. I like tall women," he said. "Tall women are sexy. Tall woman always look thin and shapely in the way that you look and in the way that your mother looks." Continuing to grow even bigger and harder in his hand while he masturbated himself, Tommy was getting a bigger and harder erection under the watchful stare of Christine. Looking down to where she was staring, and with him making no attempt to cover his stiff prick from her focused stare, he looked back at her staring at him. Instead of covering his nudity, Tommy continued to masturbate himself. Stroking himself faster, he stroked himself harder. Instead of looking away, Christine continued staring. Seemingly destined to have sex, with him a whoremaster and her seemingly a whore, they were made for one another. Only, with their vast differences in age, they looked more like father and daughter than they did lovers. Seemingly, as much as Tommy was attracted to younger women, actually any woman, young or old, Christine appeared attracted to older men. It was as if he was a CFNM dancer and she was an admiring young woman from the audience that he had just met who was watching him masturbate himself. Wanting to shock her even more, when she didn't bolt, Tommy continued masturbating himself faster and harder. In the way she continued staring at him, obviously, she wanted to watch him cum. Obviously she appeared to be as fascinated with his erect cock as she was by his masturbation technique. Seemingly in the way that he wouldn't really care being caught having sex with Susan's mother in a few months, Tommy seemingly didn't care about being caught having sex with Susan's best friend's daughter now. In the way he seemingly didn't care being caught having sex with Jennifer's daughter, he seemingly didn't care being caught having sex with Jennifer, should that day ever happen. For sure, he didn't care who saw his erect prick, Christine, Jennifer, or even Deb, Susan's whore of a mother. * * * * * He was such a player, never thinking about the future, he only thought about the here and the now. Obviously, with him not loving Susan, for the sake of having sex with Christine now and in the same way that he felt when having sex with Deb much later, he didn't care if he was caught. Seemingly, not having a guilty bone in his body, he was a man without a conscience. Just as he had easily seduced Susan, he'd readily seduce Christine, and he'd seduce Jennifer too, if he had the chance. "Sorry for staring," she said turning red with embarrassment. She briefly looked away from his cock to look up at his face before returning her focused stare to his big prick. Yet, even after apologizing for staring at his engorged prick, she continued staring at his stiff prick. Seemingly mesmerized by his naked prick, perhaps with her never having watched a man masturbate himself before, she seemed fascinated with him masturbating himself now. Seemingly encouraging her to look, to stare, and to leer, Tommy smiled at her naïve, innocence while holding up his cock to her before stroking himself harder and faster. "You look like you've never seen a man's prick before," he said stroking himself faster. "You look like you've never seen a man masturbating himself before," he said stroking himself harder She looked from his cock to make brief eye contact with him again before staring back down at his engorged prick. An involuntary reaction to seeing Tommy's erection, she blushed again before brushing back her hair and while sliding a slow tongue over her full, red lips. A telltale sign, obviously, with her body language so clearly telling, she wanted to have sex with Tommy as much as Tommy wanted to have sex with her. "I've seen my share of cocks but I've never seen one that big before," she said still staring at Tommy's prick and as her excuse to stare at his cock even longer. "Your cock is huge?" She looked up at him before returning her focused stare to his erection. "How big is it?" Tommy looked down at his big prick before proudly wrapping his hand around it. "Nine inches. I measured it once years ago," he said looking down at his prick with pride before looking up at her staring down at him. He paused in what he was going to say next as if debating if he should say what he was thinking. "Would you like to touch it?" He moved his cock forward to point it at her as if he was holding a dangerous weapon. "Would you like to feel it?" He held it as if he was offering her to feel his pet snake. "Would you like to stroke it? Go ahead and wrap your hand around it. I don't mind," he said stroking his cock as if showing her how to stroke him. He continued stroking his cock under the watchful eye of Christine. "Really?" She looked from his cock to look up at him before returning her stare to his erect prick. "May I? Really? You don't mind if I touch it, feel it, and stroke it?" With her excitement contagious, he gave her a big smile. "Sure. You may touch it, feel it, and stroke it. I don't mind at all," he said. "Help yourself," he said letting go of his erect prick for her to touch him and stroke him. She sat next to him on the edge of the bed and stared down at his cock. As if touching a cucumber in a supermarket and testing it for freshness, she timidly reached out her hand to touch his cock with her manicured fingertips. "Take it in your hand and hold it," he said. "Go ahead and stroke it. Don't be shy. It won't bite." She withdrew her hand as if nervous and as if debating if she should or not. "Seriously?" She looked up at him as if he was kidding. She looked up at him as if he was sexually teasing her. "May I?" He took her hand in his and moved it to his engorged prick. "Sure. Absolutely. You may even stroke me, if you'd like," he said. With her hand poised on his prick and not moving her fingers until she received his assurance, she looked from his cock to look up at him again. "You won't tell my mother that I held your naked cock in my hand? Will you?" She looked up at him before looking down at his prick. "You won't tell Susan that I stroked your cock? Will you?" She looked up at him again before looking down at his prick again. "I'd be so embarrassed if ever they knew that I touched your cock, held your erect prick in my hand, and stroked your prick." He gave her another smile. "My lips are sealed," he said. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Then, she gave him a sexually aroused look, a look that he hadn't seen on Susan's face since he first started dating her. She stared at him and stared down at his cock as if she had never held a cock in her hand before. "Oh, God, should I be doing this? It's so big. It's so long. It's so hard. I can barely wrap my fingers around it, it's so thick," she said looking up at him with a big, gleeful smile on her face. "I wouldn't even dare touch you with you being Susan's boyfriend and Susan being my mother's best friend but," she said looking as if she was about to cry. He looked at her with compassion. He looked at her with concern. He looked at her with sympathy. He looked at her with sexual excitement. He looked at her with sexual lust. "Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it," he said rubbing her shoulder. He paused again to look at her. Obviously, there was something wrong. "What's the matter? Tell me. What were you going to say? But what?" While still holding his cock in her hand, she looked up at her with her big, blue soulful eyes. "I've been so horny for weeks after breaking up with my boyfriend," she said with sadness while looking as if she was about to cry. "I know this is going to sound wicked but I so desperately need a cock," she said while not removing her stare from his erection. "I so need to feel a hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy," she said making eye contact with him to give him a sexy look before finishing her thought. "I so need to get laid," she said. She stared in his blue eyes with her blue eyes as if asking him to fuck her and giving him permission to fuck her before staring down at his cock that she held tightly in her hand. As if he had won the lottery, he gave her a sexually excited nod before giving her an understanding smile. "There, there," he said patting her shoulder. "Think of my cock as my gift to you, a public service," he said with a dirty laugh. "You may suck me if you'd like. And if it will make you feel any better, I'll even throw you a bang. Okay? If what you need is to get laid, I'll do anything to help." She looked at him with happiness. She looked at him with gratefulness. She looked at him with sexual excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so very much. I'd like that," she said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to suck you a little before you fuck me." Holding his cock harder, Christine stroked his cock faster. Tommy loved needy women. He loved women who needed to get laid. In the way that politicians think of themselves as public servants even while they're stealing money and accepting bribes, he thought of himself as a public sex servant to women. "Mind?" He laughed a delirious laugh. "Why would I mind a young, pretty woman sucking my cock?" Then, as if recognizing him, staring at his face instead of his cock, she said what he knew she was going to say. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Brad Pitt, a bald Brad Pitt?" She giggled and he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Everyone," he said. "I only wish I had his money. I only wish I was married to Angelina Jolie." Then, with her sitting on the bed besides him and looking up at him, he looked at her more closely at her. "Actually did anyone ever tell you that you look like Angelina Jolie?" She laughed. "In the way you wish you had Brad Pitt's money, I wish I had Angelina Jolie's tits," she said. He used her reference to Angelina's tits to stare at the modest impressions her breasts made in her clothes. "Actually, she had her breasts removed to avoid the risk of her getting breast cancer. With breast cancer in her family, she had all of the early signs of getting that disease too. Brave of her to do that, she had a double mastectomy. Now, she has silicone implants. If you wanted larger breasts, you could have implants too," he said. She gave him a smile while looking down at her chest before looking up at him. "Maybe later, when I'm working but now all of my money goes to paying my college expenses," she said. Still staring at his prick, she continued stroking him. "If it's any comfort and consolation to you, not all men like big breasted women," he said. She gave him another smile. "Well, in the way that so many men love big tits, I just love your big prick. It feels so good in my hand," she said. "Not very man have a cock as big." He watched her stroking him. "Go ahead. Don't be shy. I know you want to suck it," he said gently touching the side of her face before sliding a slow, soft finger across her lips. "Take me in your mouth, lick me, and wrap your tongue around me," he said giving her his permission by placing a gentle hand to the back of her pretty head. "Suck it, Christine. Blow me," he said encouraging her to take him in her mouth. "See what it feels like to suck a big cock," he said reaching out to feel her small tits through her blouse and bra. She looked down at his hand feeling her A cup breasts through her blouse. She looked down at his fingers coaxing out her nipples through her bra. In the way she had been staring at his cock, he was now staring at her blouse and bra clad breasts. As soon as he touched her tits, her nipples made their appearance through her blouse and bra. Then, as soon as he fingered her nipples, she leaned her head down, flipped her hair out of the way, and took him in her mouth. Christine was sucking Tommy while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples through her blouse and bra. Sucking and sucking him, she was sucking a man who was old enough to be her father. Sucking and sucking him, she was sucking a man she had just met. Sucking him harder while stroking him faster, she was sucking him as if she wanted him to cum in her mouth. "Oh, my God, I love sucking your big prick," she said coming up for air and briefly removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "If you don't mind, even though I'm really enjoying sucking you, I really need to get laid." She looked at him with sexual excitement. "Okay," he said with a sly grin. "I can accommodate you." She reached for the button of her blouse and paused to look at him as if asking his permission. "You don't mind if I get naked," she said looking up at him before standing to strip off her blouse, her bra, her jeans, and her panties without even waiting for his answer. "I really need to get out of these clothes," she said sexually teasing him while undressing. "God I'm so fucking horny. I'm so fucking wet." He stared at her as if she was as stripper on stage. "Mind? Why would I mind you getting naked? No, I don't mind at all," he said watching her unbutton her blouse. She stared at him staring at her while watching her stripping off her clothes. "It's just that I've been so fucking horny lately," she said removing her blouse. "If you don't mind," she said removing her jeans and pausing before asking him her question. "I know it's a lot to ask being that we just met but would you fuck me? Please?" He laughed at his good fortune while his sexual anticipation of fucking Christine consumed his sexual thoughts. "Of course I'll fuck you, Christine," he said staring at her standing before him in her bra and panty. She had a flat stomach with jeweled stud in her bellybutton and except for her smallish breasts, she had a very shapely body. With the sexy body she had, she'd be the perfect candidate for implants. "I really don't care how you do it. If you want to mount me or if you want me to just bend me over, it doesn't matter to me. I just really need a good fucking," she said removing her bra and her panties. "I really need to feel a hard prick inside of me," she said as if she was asking her hairdresser for a specific hairstyle. She exposed her neatly trimmed brown pussy and her tight, little round ass. She looked at him as if she was asking him to read something she wrote instead of asking him to have sexual intercourse with her and fuck her. 'Don't mind? She's got to be kidding,' thought Tommy. Tommy looked at her as if he had just won the lottery and she was his prize. "Well, okay," said Tommy feigning his reluctance with a shrug of disinterest. "Yeah, sure, I don't mind fucking you at all Christine," he said. "It would be my pleasure to throw you a good, hard bang," he said with shit eating grin. He grabbed her around the waist and, in one quick movement, he slammed her naked ass on the bed and was on top of her. When he probed her with his fingers, she was already wet, so wet. He moved his prick to her pussy and with her hand guiding his hard cock inside, forget about kissing, touching, feeling, and making love, they were fucking like rabbits in no time. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 09 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Susan and Jennifer catch Tommy having sex with Jennifer's daughter, Christine. Continued from Chapter 8: "Go ahead. Don't be shy. I know you want to suck it," said Tommy while gently touching the side of her face before sliding a slow, soft finger across her lips. "Take me in your mouth, lick me, and wrap your tongue around me," he said giving her his permission by placing a gentle hand to the back of her pretty head. "Suck it, Christine. Blow me," he said encouraging her to take him in her mouth. "See what it feels like to suck a big cock," he said reaching out to feel her small tits through her blouse and bra. She was so young, just 20-years-old that she made him feel like an old man when he was only 46-years-old. Yet, with a 26-year difference between them, he was old enough to be her father and she was young enough to be his daughter. Never had he been with a woman as young. Without a doubt, Susan would kill him if she knew he had sex with Jennifer's daughter and Jennifer would, no doubt, want him to have sex with her too, if she knew he had sex with her daughter. Christine looked down at his hand feeling her A cup breasts through her blouse. She looked down at his fingertips coaxing out her nipples through her bra. In the way she had been staring at his cock, he was now staring at her blouse and bra clad breasts. As soon as he touched her tits, her nipples made their appearance through her blouse and bra. Then, as soon as he fingered her nipples more, turning them, twisting them, and pulling them, she leaned her head down, flipped her hair out of the way, and took him in her mouth. Christine, Susan's best friend's daughter, was sucking Tommy while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples through her blouse and bra. Sucking and sucking him, she was sucking a man who was old enough to be her father. Sucking and sucking him, she was sucking a man she had just met. Sucking him harder while stroking him faster, she was sucking him as if she wanted him to cum in her mouth. "Oh, my God, I love sucking your big prick," she said coming up for air and briefly removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "If you don't mind, even though I'm really enjoying sucking you, I really need to get laid. I really want to be fucked." She looked at him with sexual excitement. "Okay," he said with a sly grin while looking forward to making out with her. With foreplay his favorite thing to do, he couldn't wait to feel her through her clothes while kissing and kissing her. "I can accommodate you." Only, ready to spoil all of his fun in having foreplay before undressing her, she reached for the button of her blouse and paused to look at him as if asking his permission to undress. "You don't mind if I get naked," she said looking up at him before standing to strip off her blouse, her bra, her jeans, and her panties without even waiting for his answer. "I really need to get out of these clothes," she said sexually teasing him while undressing. "God I'm so fucking horny. I'm so fucking wet. I so need a good fucking." What was he going to say? No? He would have preferred stripping her himself while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her through her clothes. Instead, watching her undress, intently leering at her as she removed her clothes, he ogled her as if she was as speed stripper on stage. "Mind? Why would I mind you getting naked? No, I don't mind at all," he said watching her unbutton her blouse. She stared at him staring at her while watching her quickly stripping off her clothes. He wished she wasn't undressing as fast. He wished she would slowly strip herself naked. He wished she'd allow him to do the honors of undressing her. Only, with her entering Susan's apartment while he was naked, as if he was having a sexual fantasy, and with the chance that he'd ruin everything, he didn't want to exert his control of the sexual situation. "It's just that I've been so fucking horny lately," she said removing her blouse. "If you don't mind," she said removing her jeans and pausing before asking him her question. "I know it's a lot to ask being that we just met but would you fuck me? Please? I really need to get laid." He laughed at his good fortune while his sexual anticipation of fucking twenty-year-old Christine consumed his sexual thoughts. "Of course I'll fuck you, Christine," he said staring at her standing before him in her bra and panty. She had a flat stomach with jeweled stud in her bellybutton and except for her smallish breasts, she had a very shapely body. With the sexy and shapely body she had, she'd be the perfect candidate for implants. "I really don't care how you want to fuck me. If you want to mount me or if you want to just bend me over, it doesn't matter to me. I just really need a good fucking. I just need to get laid," she said removing her bra and her panties. "I really need to feel a hard prick inside of me," she said as if she was asking her hairdresser for a specific hairstyle. She exposed her neatly trimmed brown pussy and her tight, little round ass. She looked at him as if she was asking him to read something she wrote instead of asking him to have sexual intercourse with her and fuck her. 'Don't mind? She's got to be kidding,' thought Tommy. Tommy looked at her as if he had just won the lottery and she was his prize. "Well, okay," said Tommy feigning his reluctance to have sex with her with a shrug of disinterest. "Yeah, sure, I don't mind fucking you at all Christine," he said. "It would be my pleasure to throw you a good, hard bang," he said with shit eating grin. Once she was naked, he grabbed her around the waist and, in one quick movement, he slammed her naked ass on the bed and was on top of her. Different from Susan's body, as if ready to drive a new car instead of driving the same old used car, her body felt so firm and so soft at the same time. When he probed her with his fingers, she was already wet, so very wet. He moved his prick to her pussy and with her hand guiding his hard cock inside, forget about kissing, touching, feeling, and making love, as if they had already made love before, they were fucking like rabbits in no time. * * * * * Chapter 9: Normally, especially with her being so young and so pretty, and with him being the lover and the one sexually seducing woman, Tommy would have held her close, looked deeply in Christine's blue eyes, and kissed her. Normally, he would have closed his eyes, parted her lips with his tongue, and French kissed her while feeling her small, pert breasts and her firm, round ass through her clothes. Instead of having her undress herself, normally, he would have made out with Christine while undressing her himself. Instead of allowing Christine to take sexual control, normally, he would have been the one in control of the sex. Instead of fucking her, just fucking her, he would have made love to her first. Only, with her so young, and with him so smitten, as if she was a timid deer that he stumbled over in the forest with a twelve point rack and he was a hunter, he didn't want to frighten her. He didn't want her to suddenly bolt and leave. With Susan gone shopping for hours with her best friend, Jennifer, Christine's mother, he wanted her to stay long enough for him to have his wicked, sexual way with her beautiful, naked body. He wanted this sexual coupling, an older man with a young woman, to be a memorable occasion. Yet, with her already spoiling it, she was taking the romance and the foreplay out of his hands by asking him to fuck her, just fuck her. Normally, if she was any other woman, he wouldn't mind her taking the lead. Normally, if she was any other women, he wouldn't care that she just wanted to get laid and just wanted to use him to fuck her. Normally, he'd do anything that a woman would want him to do, even follow her lead. Only, she was special. She was only 20-years-old, compared to him, practically a virgin. She was 26-years younger than he was. A piece of nearly virgin ass like this may never happen again in his lifetime. As if she was an expensive gift given expressly to him, just as he'd never allow someone else to open it and spoil all of his fun, normally he'd never allow her to strip herself naked. Only, she caught him by surprise when she told him she needed to get laid. With her never removing her eyes from his cock, she floored him when she asked him if he'd fuck her. Actually, she literally begged him to fuck her. Just as he had never been with someone as young, never had he been with a woman so very sexually aggressive before. With her already standing in front of him naked, naked, he couldn't believe she was naked, she had already ruined some of his fun. Part of the sexually exciting experience of having sex, especially with someone new and especially with someone so young and so pretty was touching, feeling, and fondling the woman while kissing her and before even undressing her. If he had his druthers, if Christine hadn't been so aggressively horny and was seemingly just intent on getting laid, he would have taken his sweet time kissing her, feeling her, and undressing her. If he had his druthers, he would have taken his sweet time making love to her before fucking her. If he had any regrets in fucking Christine, with him a spider caught in her web of youth and vibrancy, he regretted that she now controlled what they were going to do and how they were going to do it. Before even getting naked, with foreplay an integral ingredient of sex necessary for him to become fully, sexually aroused, he loved feeling women through their clothes while kissing them. Before removing his cock from his pants, he loved women feeling him through his clothes while kissing him. He loved the kissing, the touching, the feeling, and the fondling as much as he enjoyed the actual act of having deep penetrating sex with a woman. He needed all of that to feel something. He needed all of that to plant the memories of them in his head so that he'd remember what it was like to make love to them before just fucking them. Foreplay was not only an important ingredient of sex but also a necessary part of sex. Foreplay was so very sexually exciting and, in comparison, sexual intercourse was anticlimactic. As if the end of a movie or the end of a book, compared to that first touch, that first kiss, and the first time seeing her naked, too soon and too fast, cumming was disappointing. Now with her already naked, she removed a big piece of the foreplay that he needed and looked forward to having. Instead of making love as a man and a woman, they would soon be fucking like animals. With foreplay seemingly taking much longer and much more exciting than the actual act of sexual intercourse, when done right, especially with someone new, sexual intercourse was the ending and the grand finale of a fireworks display. It was always sad at the end of fireworks with the air filled with smoke and everyone hurrying to leave to beat the traffic home. Having the same feeling at the end of a parade with the last float going by and leaving only trash behind, wishing the parade would continue forever, he didn't want the parade to end. Having the same empty feeling at the end of a football game, whether winning or losing, he'd love to watch just one more pass, great catch, touchdown, and field goal. He had the same sad feeling after watching a movie, especially a good movie. While watching the credits and with everyone hurrying to leave, not wanting the experience to end he was always the last one to leave the theatre. As if he had witnessed a great battle in the sky before the fireworks ended with a big, colorful bang, the smoky remnants of what just happened were still there filling the air with the acrid smell of gunpowder. Just as he could smell the smoke in the air from the fireworks, with the smell of sex in the air, he could smell a man and a woman cumming together after having had sex. Just as he'd love to watch a never ending firework display, he'd love to have foreplay without the inevitable end. If he had to choose one over the other, in the way he wasn't allowed to do with Christine, he'd pick having foreplay with a new woman every time over fucking her, just fucking her. If he had to choose one over the other, he'd rather have foreplay than to just get laid. Just as making love is always better than fucking, and slow lovemaking is always much more fun and sexually exciting than a quickie and/or slam bam fucking, foreplay trumps them both. Only, he should have a problem. What 46-year-old man would be sad after fucking a 20-year-old woman? What older man would have any regrets after fucking such a fine piece of young ass? Only, with Tommy having reached the connoisseur level of sex, seemingly it took more and better sexual partners to satisfy his finely tuned sexual palette. As if he was a gourmet diner, he wanted to savor the moment of kissing her, touching her, feeling her, fondling her, and licking her beautiful body. Instead of just rushing through the meal by gorging himself full, instead of just fucking her, he wanted to take his time by creating memories that would sexually satisfy him later should they never do this again. Romance mixed with foreplay can make the sexual experience so much more pleasurable then bending forward some drunken women to do her doggie style in a back alley or having a quickie in the backseat of a car. Younger partners are always better, unless someone like Susan graces the bed. Even older sexual partners can be just as sexually satisfying as younger sexual partners, if they have the sexual experience that Susan's mother has. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget her gum job. * * * * * Normally, while kissing her, holding her, hugging her, touching her, feeling her, and fondling her, Tommy would have made out with her the entire time he was removing Christine's clothes. Only, he wasn't given that chance. Normally, after he removed her bra, he would have felt and fondled her tits while fingering her erect nipples before sucking her A cup breasts. Only, she denied him that too. Normally, once she was naked, feeling her and touching her everywhere, he would have explored her entire naked body. Normally, after removing her panties, he would have felt and squeezed her naked ass, rubbed her clit, and fingered her pussy while kissing her, feeling her tits, and fingering her nipples. Normally, he would have made out with her until his lips were sore. Feeling too rushed and too pressured to fuck her, just fuck her, normally, perhaps a chance of a lifetime, he would have taken more time with her than she wanted him to do and than he did. Normally, with holding, hugging, and kissing as important as any other part of having sex, he would have enjoyed taking his sweet, slow time with her instead of feeling pressured to rush to sexually satisfy her by merely fucking her. Normally, once she was naked and sexually aroused enough from all of the kissing, the touching, the feeling, and the fondling, he would have moved between her legs to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. An acquired talent and with him having a special, oral sex skill, he would have loved to have eaten Christine before making love to her and long before just fucking her. Only, she refused him that honor too. Normally, he would have rubbed her clit while licking and sucking her clit and while fingering her pussy deeper and while reaching up to fondle her tits and finger her nipples. Normally, he would have given her an orgasm with his fingers and with his mouth before mounting her and sticking his big, hard cock deep inside of her. Normally, he would have made love to her before fucking her. Only, she just wanted to get laid. As if she was a man looking to get laid, she just wanted him to fuck her. Instead, as if she was the man, as if she was the horny one, and as if she was refusing to take no for an answer, instead of him being the aggressor, Christine was sexually in control. Forget about kissing her, feeling her, touching her, fondling her, and licking her, forget about foreplay, and forget about making love, Christine just wanted to get laid. Christine just wanted to fuck. Fucking is all she wanted to do. Instead of him being her lover, he was nothing more than her dildo. As if a medical procedure instead of having sex, almost clinical, without even going through all of the sexual seduction, bypassing it all, she just wanted and needed him to stick his big cock in her cunt. She just wanted him to fuck her. Not needing or wanting all of the kissing, the touching, and the feeling, she just wanted to get laid. With him so very sexually excited about having sex with her, especially after she was staring at his cock while watching him masturbate, he was disappointed now. Never had he ever met a woman who was as horny as he was. Unless she was a prostitute that he paid for sex, no woman that he had ever met just wanted to be fucked. She just wanted to fuck. She just wanted to get laid. With her staring at his cock in the way he stared at women's tits, she never removed her eyes from his stiff prick. No woman he had ever been with had been as fascinated with his cock as she obviously was. Something that other women told him was gross, she even seemed to enjoy watching him masturbate himself. Never had he met a woman who wasn't embarrassed, shy, or ashamed for him to catch her staring at his cock whether flaccid or erect. No woman had he ever been with had told him exactly what she wanted and sexually expected from him. Normally, for a woman to be ready to fuck him, he'd have to do a lot to even get her to the point of her wanting to fuck him. Unless he drugged her or got her so drunk on alcohol that she didn't know where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing, he'd have to do more than just jump in bed with her. He'd have to play the potential boyfriend role and/or even pretend to be a good catch. He'd have to show her that he was a good provider for her to perceive him as husband material and a good father for their children. Normally, for a woman to be ready to fuck him, he'd have to take more time with her. He'd have to call her, talk more to her, make her laugh, entertain her, take her to a movie, to dinner, and romance her over several dates. Normally, for a woman to fuck him, like fingernails doing down a chalkboard, he'd have to do the unimaginable. He'd have to listen to her and pretend that he was interested in all that she had to say. Is it any wonder why men drink to an excess? Even after they had sex, with no graceful way out, he'd have to stay to hold her while she enjoyed the afterglow of sex. Even worse, if he brought her back to his place, chances are she'd never want to leave. She'd want to stay the night to cook him breakfast the next morning. Sometimes not seeming worth it, all of the things that men do for sex is unbelievable. Then, to add insult to injury, the women would expect him to call her the next day. 'Unbelievable!' Normally for a woman to be ready to fuck him, he'd have to take the time to not only get her to like him enough for him to have sex with her but also he'd have to take the time to get her to trust him. Normally, while taking his time jogging around the bases as if hitting a homerun and hoping to score, he'd have to cajole her, coerce her, and pressure her to fuck him. Then, while kissing her and feeling her through her clothes, he'd have to take his sweet time with foreplay before being able to seduce her. All of the things that he was willing, ready, and had learned to do now, he'd have to make love to her before even daring to fuck her. Yet, Christine was different. She didn't want any of that. Within only a few minutes of meeting her, taking him by surprise in her readiness, willingness, and eagerness to go from first base to home without even touching any of the bases, Christine was ready to fuck him. She just wanted to fuck him. She just wanted to get laid. No women he had been with had been as sexually aggressive. Ageless Sex & Eternal Love Ch. 09 'A first time for everything, wow!' * * * * * Tommy mounted her and as soon as he did, as if his cock was her personal, private dildo, Christine grabbed his erection in her hand and positioned it by her wet pussy. Not even allowing him to give her a kiss or allowing him to part her lips with his tongue, with her already so wet and with him already so hard, in just a hump or two, he was inside of her. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he was fucking her in the way he fucked his prom date in the backseat of his car after the prom more than 25 years ago. In the way that Christine was seemingly so inexperienced now for her just to want to get laid instead of making love, compared to him, he was so sexually inexperienced then with him just wanting to get laid instead of making love. What did he know so long ago? Aside from getting a hand job and/or a blowjob from a woman, he thought fucking was sex. Not taking the time with foreplay, he never realized that there was so much more to sex than just getting laid and fucking. Now, seemingly with Christine taking him back to his roots, with her making him feel like a horny teenager again who only wanted a hand job, a blowjob, to get laid, and to get fucked, he was back to square one. Yet, with her so young and so pretty, not willing to spoil his chance of getting with her, he went with the flow and played the cards that he was dealt. Who was he to protest if she wanted to skip the kissing, the touching, the feeling, the fondling, the licking, the sucking, and all that goes with foreplay? Whether just fucking her or making love to her, who was he to question his good fortune in having sex with Christine? If he protested too hard or tried to change what she so wanted, she may just walk out the door and find someone else, someone more her age to fuck her. Christine's good looks and youth inspired him to give her the fucking that she so wanted and that she so deserved. Maybe if he fucked her hard and long enough, she'd want him to fuck her again. Maybe the next time they met, if there is a next time, she'd ask him to make out with her and give her all of the foreplay that she didn't want or need now. Maybe the next time they met, if there is a next time, she'd ask him to make love to her. Maybe this is the beginning of a beautiful romance. Maybe taking the next logical step forward, he'd seduce her mother and fuck her too. Maybe he'd just fuck her and forget her. Maybe he'd just fuck her and then after fucking her mother too, he'd still keep them on the side while having sex with Susan. The possibilities were seemingly endless. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he fucked her as if he was a 20-year-old man instead of a 46-year-old man. Pounding her pussy faster and harder, ramming her, he slammed his big cock deep inside of her. Returning his humps with her humps, Christine was as active in fucking him as he was determined to fuck her hard enough and long enough to give her an orgasm with his cock instead of with his fingers and mouth. As if they were one, as if they were a humping machine, with even their breathing synchronized, he fucked her in the way he had never fucked any other woman. As if laughing in the face of age, he was out to prove a point that he wasn't too old or over the hill. With no one home and with them on the fourth floor, with him feeling as if he was alone in the universe, they were louder than they needed to be. * * * * * Hitting all of the sales and finding all that they wanted and needed to buy in record time, cutting their shopping excursion short, Susan and Jennifer came home unexpectedly. In the way that Tommy and Deb would never hear the front door open and shut months from now, Tommy and Christine never heard the front door open and close. As shocked as she was when she caught Tommy with her mother months later, Susan couldn't believe it when she caught her boyfriend having sex with her girlfriend's daughter, Christine. "Tommy," yelled Susan. Tommy stopped humping Christine climb off of her. "Christine," yelled Jennifer. Christine covered her nakedness from her mother and from Susan with the sheet. "Oh, my God," said Christine. Christine turned white before turning a bright red. "Fuck me," said Tommy. Only, seemingly looking as if he didn't care, he more acted as if he had lost a bet at a horse race than being caught having sex with the daughter of his girlfriend's best friend. He more acted as if he had been caught stealing something from a store than he acted embarrassed for having sex with a woman who wasn't even old enough to buy alcohol. If he had any guilt at all, it was because he was caught and not because he cheated on his girlfriend and not because he cheated with a woman 26-years younger than he was. Susan and Jennifer stood by Susan's bed aghast. Surprised to find Tommy in her apartment, she was shocked to find him fucking her best friend's daughter. Seemingly, equally as surprised to see her daughter having sex with a man old enough to be her father, Jennifer stared at Tommy's exposed erection in the way her daughter had stared at his stiff prick before. "Tommy," said Susan. "What the fuck? What the Hell are you even doing here?" Instead of grabbing the sheet to cover his cock from Jennifer while grabbing his clothes, he exposed himself to Christine's mother in the way he had exposed himself to Jennifer's daughter. Like daughter, like mother, in the way that Christine stared at his cock, so didn't Jennifer stare at his cock too. Obviously, in the way that Christine had enjoyed what Tommy was showing, Jennifer was enjoying the view of his cock too. So tempted to do so, he wanted to stroke and masturbate himself in front of Jennifer as he did in front of Christine. "I was hoping to surprise you," he said. Susan would give him the same look that she's give him when catching him with her mother months from now. "Well, you sure fucking surprised me," she said. "God, you're such a fucking asshole. How could you have sex with her?" She looked from him to look at Christine. "She's just a child." Obviously thinking of only her sexual satisfaction, showing no reaction or emotion on her face, she looked unapologetically at Susan. "I'm not a child. I'm a woman," said Christine with a defiant attitude. Christine stared at her daughter with anger mixed with disappointment. "Christine," said Jennifer. "What are you doing here? Why are you with him? I brought you up better than this," she said. As if she was late for school or late for work instead of being caught having sex with her mother's best friend's boyfriend, Christine grabbed her clothes and hurriedly got dressed. "I, um, was looking for you," she said giving him a cold stare before giving him a sexy look when she saw his big, hard, glistening wet cock still pulsating and throbbing. Like daughter like mother Jennifer stared at Tommy's cock in the way that Christine and Susan stared at Tommy's big prick. Yet, with Jennifer having more class and morals than her daughter, Jennifer's sudden sexual attraction to Tommy would never get in the way of her friendship with Susan. She had more loyalty than that. Yet, unable to help herself, her eyes widened when she saw the size of Tommy's big prick. It was bad enough that her daughter was having sex with Susan's boyfriend even if he did look like Brad Pitt without hair, unless Susan ended the relationship with Tommy, Jennifer could never have sex with him too. As if someone had just died, Jennifer touched Susan's shoulder before hugging her. While hugging her, with Susan's back turned from Tommy, he held his cock in one hand while holding up his thumb and index finger to his mouth and ear as his silent sign telling Jennifer to call him. "I'm so sorry, Susan," said Jennifer while nodding her head in the affirmative to Tommy. "We're leaving," said Jennifer taking one, last, long look at Tommy's erect prick. "Call me," said Jennifer looking at Susan before looking at Tommy again. Jennifer and Christine left Susan alone with her soon to be ex-boyfriend. "What the Hell is wrong with you, Tommy? You're a forty-six-year-old man having sex with a 20-year-old child. Are you out of your mind?" He gave her a sad smile. "Sorry Susan," he said. "I can't help it. I'm addicted to sex." She looked at him as if he had totally lost his mind. "Addicted to sex? Bullshit," she said. "You're just a man without morals or fidelity." She walked to the door and opened it for him. "Go, just go. Leave," she said. "Get out! Get the fuck out!" With him not even finished dressing, she pushed him out the door. As if he was President Bush giving a speech at a press conference and she was Muntazar al-Zaidi, an Iraqi reporter, she threw his shoes at him. "Susan, I can explain. I was naked when Christine entered the apartment and it all happened so fast that—" Not waiting for him to finish talking, she slammed shut the door and locked it. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote.