8 comments/ 28260 views/ 9 favorites The Truth Mirror By: LaPatitMort Before I get to the hot and heavy parts, let me tell you how it all began and how we all got together. ------------------ Today, I decided to add a simply framed 8"x10" mirror to my daily life. I'm going to put it on my desk, next to my all-in-one computer. No, I'm not vain, think I'm a handsome man or even into shocking, horror pictures. Retired and secure now, I need a way to keep my ego in check so the young lovelies don't have such an easy time empting my wallet. A little eye contact, a compliment or two and some feigned interest and I imagine they truly want to spend time with me, be friends, be travel buddies or go to a local event with me. My reflection will hopefully bring reality back into my distorted thoughts. In the mirror, I will see a once handsome, up-beat, intelligent man, in good physical shape, who has a good sense of humor. However, I will also see what the young lovelies see, the wrinkles, age-spots and sags that come with my 60+ years. Four years ago I was widowed after a good marriage of thirty-five years. I freely admit, I do not know how to be single or date in a world that is very different from 1975. I don't seem to meet very many, healthy, active women my age. Subtract, twenty or thirty years and I meet dozens, and they fool me easily. If I look into my mirror, I'll remember that they are being nice, polite, maybe doing their job, maybe enjoying time at the bar on a slow night or maybe playing around with an "older man" fetish that they have no intention of making reality. With my new prospective, I want to remember that when I was in my 20s, 30s and 40s, I never had a thought of being the intimate friend of a 60+ year-old woman. I did not fantasize about them. I did not once consider spending a hot and heavy evening with one, traveling with one or going out on a date with one. I might have missed out on something special, but, still, those are the facts. My great epiphany happened last month. It was the combined results of flirting with two women. The first female is a gorgeous 50 year old, who I have tried to interest for three years. She is friendly, attentive, flirtatious and physical, yet she doesn't return my interest or accept my offers for dates outside of where she works. She is so beautiful the younger, more-handsome men pursue her. I'm sure that really highlights our age difference and physical differences. About the time of my 200th rejection from Miss Beautiful, a 26 year-old stripper started to work where I play pool once a week. I didn't even know her name on Father's Day when my son paid her to dance for me. Over the next couple of weeks, we only casually talked. However, the week after that she greeted me, "Hello, Daddy." That took me back. That had never happened before. I teased with her some and a couple of hours later she said, "I would like for you to be my Daddy." I'm not an uninformed idiot, just and idiot. I knew she was single, struggling to get back into shape after the birth of her first child, had no skills and her come-on was just to make her life financially easier for a while. She had started stripping three months ago and was not earning very much. She is short, soft, has a great sly smile, her caesarian scar is prominent and she has a "Girl-next-door" shy smile. Several of the other dancers were up in arms about her. She needed money so bad she was "secretly" discounting her table dances from the usual $20/song rate and letting herself be touched freely. With the last word of her sentence still ringing in my ears, I finally faced how the younger women see me. I was looking for a friend and companion. I was not thinking in terms of having to pay a young woman to pretend to be my friend. I'm sure there are a few women who like to be with older men, but "few" is the main word in that sentence. Being well schooled in business, the 80/20 rule is part of all my logic. My sexually fogged thinking cleared long enough for my brain to call out "Bingo! Look in your own age bracket or pay the going rate and keep shopping until you are satisfied with what you rent, the odds are you will never find a 30 or 40 year old loving companion." To test my new theories about just how unappealing an "old guy" is to the young lovelies, I set up an experiment. I selected ten women. My 50 year old, in demand beauty, who always says the right things to keep me coming back, was on the top of the list. My needy new mom, looking for "Daddy" was second. I compiled a second list of the excuses that I thought I would get: previous engagement; can't get baby sitter; I'll have company; have to work, etc. Then I selected a non-threatening, short and fun activity. The Mount Hood Railroad had just started its beautiful fall four hour rides. I offered each of my lovelies the choice of a train ride with a wonderful Sunday Champagne Brunch or a weekday evening dinner ride. I did not mention any specific dates, just to make rejecting me a little tougher. I checked my mirror before every contact. My long pursued beauty dismissed me so smoothly that I felt I should say, "Thank You." She was so experienced; no man ever knew where he stood with her. Then the very young cutie looking for "Daddy" to provide room and board, couldn't get a baby sitter, even before she selected any date on the calendar. After a few days, I had worked down to number seven on my list. I was getting smug, being able to predict reasons for my rejection. Number seven was Candy, a woman who needs her make-up to hide some acne scars. She is half my age, intelligent, caring, very pretty all made up, with soft rounded curves, some extra pounds and has always shown an interest in me. However, she is friendly with everyone at the restaurant and for five years, I've dismissed her "interest" as how she treats all the flirtatious men. Many, many times we talked a minute here, a minute there, teased and flirted, as she served local customers at her ten assigned tables. Twice, she even had a late lunch with me before her evening shift. We talked about her nine year old daughter, her two-year old marriage and her financial problems. She's had many more sex partners than I have had and a wider range of sexual experiences. Still she is fun, mentally sharp and easy to talk with. Her life is strained and I sense that I'm a comfortable safe rock she can be open with. We were talking late at the restaurant while she cleaned; she surprised me. "Jack, I've always told you that I would love to be your date when you need one for outings. I guess, I didn't make myself clear. You make the decisions. I will really enjoy going with you. I don't get out much. You tell me what to wear and where to be and at what time. It sounds like a lot of fun." "Won't this cause some problems for you and Bob? Will this be some big secret?" It was a few minutes after midnight. She had just gotten off work. She smelled like fried food. We held hands and walked down the street toward her apartment. In a block or two, we came across a closed restaurant with its outside tables and chairs, surrounded by a locked, low wrought iron fence. We stood by its hip high gate and kept talking. "I'm not sure why he married me. You've seen me at my best and my worst and we still enjoy all our times together. Bob likes me all dolled up, outgoing and sexy but he does not even want me around for the 90% of normal life. He comes alive when we party but he gets angry when we talk about my daughter needing things, her school, our bills, house chores, work and relatives. Most of the time, he is not interested in sex, touching or even talking. He said that we would have an open relationship when we got married. He has gone out some with other women. I don't think he would care, or even ask, if I went out." "I did not mean to uncover such a sore spot. I would really enjoy your company but do you want to go with me or just get back at "old hubby?" "That was to the point. I enjoy being with you and I think you enjoy being with me. I feel good about me when I'm with you. You make me feel alive. You tease but don't push. I'm trying to find where I'm wanted and be with people who treat me as if I have a brain, who care about me and act as if I matter. I don't think I'm using you. I'm not thinking of making Bob jealous or even getting his attention. I think he has moved on, believes he is now above me, is embarrassed to be with me and feels that he is stuck with a lowly waitress." "The thought of spending time with you, doing anything, makes me happy. Do you want to bring your daughter?" "Maybe next time." "Don't want to have to introduce me as your perverted Uncle Jack?" "Remember, I've met your grand-daughters. Sydney would love to be spoiled half as much as you spoil them." "Cute little girls, right out of the womb, know how to wrap me around their pinky fingers and get anything they want." "Somehow, I missed that lesson. Why don't you teach me?" "You already know too much about me. We have too many common friends. I don't think, I would be the one teaching. I suspect, I will learn about you, like what I learn and then yearn for something you cannot even guess." "Want to bet?" "Okay, I'll bring you a present when you go on the train with me if you can guess where I was going with my thoughts." "You enjoy pleasing your woman and you enjoy her taste even more." "Who told you such a wild fantasy?" "I should not answer that." "But you will." "Yes, that lovely you've been chasing for years, enjoys letting all of us mortal females know how much she knows about her men." "Is that what I am, one of her men?" "Am I telling you anything new?" "Not really, mentally, I know my place with her; it is just hard to hear from another person. I'm wondering what you think of me for pursuing you when I know you are married and even know your guy?" "We are grown up. Reality doesn't change because of rules our parents taught us." "I am twice your age. Doesn't that bother you?" "A little, but I am attracted to you and have not had much luck with men my own age. Why are you pushing me for negatives?" "Sorry. I was doing that. I haven't learned how to date in the modern world." "You've got baggage; I've got baggage. Can we put that to rest for a while and just enjoy some time with each other?" Since I was eight, people have told me how smart I am. This rejected, lonely woman just said one of the most intelligent things I ever heard. I was in total agreement but did not know how to tell her. "Yes, Pretty One, let's enjoy each other. If feelings get too intense or life has to close in, let's promise to just blurt it out and be totally honest." "I like that plan. When are we going on our train ride?" "Today is Thursday, how about a week from Sunday for champagne brunch? I promise to get you home early." "Maybe I don't want you to get me home early," It was time I showed my spots. I stepped over the short fence and helped her follow. I backed her into the metal railing, pulled her head back with her hair and kissed her. Her mouth opened and I pushed my tongue between her lips and she nursed at it. Our soft kisses grew more demanding. She liked her tongue sucked. "Candy, do not swallow." I sat down on the nearest armless chair and pulled her to straddle my lap. The first thing to touch was her damp hot crotch onto my twisted half-hard cock. I kissed her again and she opened her mouth and let her wetness flow into me. Our kiss went on for several minutes. We exchanged breaths, tasted each other and my tongue slipped all around inside her mouth, even between her teeth and her lips. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes sparkled but did not focus. Her nipples strained against her bra and blouse to point at the world. Her hips tipped forward and ground into my very interested cock. "Damn, Jack, that kiss felt good." I took her hand, held it between our chests and pushed it slowly down. "That is too bad, because you do no excite me at all." Her fingers closed around my very uncomfortable cock and it throbbed in her hand. "If you touched me, you would discover that I am dry and as disinterested as you are." How could I leave such a challenge hanging without response? Her jeans were no mystery to me. I popped the button and was proud of myself. Just as easily she opened my belt and the button on the top of my jeans. I pulled her zipper down and felt the pressure on my cock let up about the same time. I thrust the head of my already wet cock into her inquisitive hand. "You have on panties. Are you going to leave them with me so I can suck the taste of you out of them all night while I rub my cock raw thinking about you?" "That is the only reason I wore them." My fingers slipped into her. There was little resistance and lots of slippery wetness. Her thumb rubbed the slippery precum all about my helmet as I pressed into her g-spot and rubbed my thumb in gentle circles over her clit. "If you keep that up, you are going to make my pussy cum on your fingers." "I'm going to keep this up." "After I cum, I'm going to pull your pants down and suck you off right here in the street." "I'll still be licking your juices from my fingers when I pump your mouth full." "I promise not to spill a drop and let you smell your cum on my breath when I kiss you." My head was spinning. Never had I had a woman match me word for word, fantasy for fantasy and challenge for challenge. I did not relent. My fingers thrust into her and her hips thrust back. We could hear her squishing wetness and I whispered to her, "You are a mean woman. You know how much I want to taste your juices and you are going to cum on my fingers. Will you always tease and torment me like this? I have dreamed of an impossible woman who would love the tastes of her body and mine mixed together as much as I do. But that is just an impossible fantasy. Isn't it?" Candy bore down hard on to my fingers driving her g-spot into my finger-tips and filled the palm of my hand with magic from her body. She knew how I wanted to taste her, yet her hand pushed and pulled at my cock. I was close but was in control until she spoke. "Let me watch you drink my cunt's juices from your hand while I jack you off." I forgot about my cock and began to savor every drop she had given me. When I sucked and licked my palm, she moaned and I came in hers and on her belly. In the still air, the area around our little dark table smelled like pussy to me and sperm to her. She copied my moves; I watched her lick the puddle of my cum from her palm into her lovely mouth. My mouth was still full of her wetness. She kissed me and mixed my offering with hers. We traded back and forth until she swallowed, leaned back and looked at me in triumph. Together, we used my hand to scrape the rest of my offering from her belly and hold my loaded fingers in front of her lips. She pushed her head forward, opened her mouth and drove my fingers into my own mouth. Our tongues dueled until she slid down my body to her knees, then pulled and sucked the last of my cum out of my softening cock. She looked up at me, with my cock resting on her lips, "Sorry, I got the sequence wrong. Promise to give me more chances to get it right?" "I promise. We should try this lying down, naked and facing in opposite directions." A car or two went by. We reluctantly pulled ourselves together and continued walking down the street toward where she lived. In the little landscaped alcove leading to her apartment, I admitted that I might have found a sexy, young woman who could ignore my wrinkles and enjoy my company. My mirror had given me a dozen reasons, I might not be good enough to please her. However, for this moment, I chose to think of only how good we could be together. As we neared her front door, I told her, "You were right, I could taste my cum in your mouth." "And I could taste my juices in yours." "Next time, let's do a really good job mixing us together in your belly. We can share the over flow that runs down you legs." "If it taste any better, you should plan on being in and out of me all night." "Don't you like mornings. Men have the most testosterone in the mornings." "If we both cum until we fall back to sleep, I promise never to work a breakfast shift again." By the three steps that went up to her door, I was honest and said my goodbye, "You are more of a delight to me than you could possibly imagine. I'll see you at work tomorrow." I knew I could not kiss her or touch her; someone might see. I squeezed her hand and turned to walk back toward my car. Candy started to walk away from her appartment just as I was leaving. "Where are you going, "Pretty One?"" "Just a few doors down, to pick up Sydney from my mom's. Our house is dark, the mail is in the slot and Bob's car is not here. It does not look like he is coming home again tonight. He has not picked her up." "Do you walk home alone each night that you work?" "We only have one old car. Bob does not work regular. If my mom didn't live close enough to keep Sydney after school, we wouldn't even have enough food to eat." "Is he into drugs?" "Meth, he can stay up for days." "That crap will take everything you both own; it can change nice gentle people into abusive monsters. Please be careful." We did not say another word. My desire for her clouded my mind, I started to kiss her good night at her mom's front door but she stopped me just in case mom was watching. I nodded that I understood, squeezed her hand again and walked back up the street. ----------------------- I had been delaying three relatively minor surgeries for over a year. The time seemed right to bunch them all together and use the same month to recover from all of them. For the third time, I had two spots that had to come off my face with Mohs surgery, one sebaceous cyst on my neck needed to be cut out and the big item, have the surgeon put some plastic mesh into my belly to repair a hernia on the right side of my bellybutton. Nothing serious, but the hernia repair would require that I not pick up anything heavy for two months. Scheduling worked out perfectly and I was expecting to be grounded starting October 26. Candy's and my mid-September Sunday brunch was a lot of fun. We had to remember to look at the beautiful scenery, orchards and early fall colors. I learned about all her dreams, the silly things that had happened to her and we thoroughly enjoyed an unpressured, friendly four hour trip with good food. On the way to her house, she admitted, "I don't know where Bob is. He hasn't been home for two nights." "Does this happen a lot?" "Several times in the last six months. He says I drive him away by bringing up his drugs and not wanting Sydney to see him stoned or taking them." "So your mom is keeping her today again?" "Yes, and I have to retrieve her because mom has a new beau who is spending more and more time at her house. They want to go out tonight. I'd ask you in but I don't know what's happening with Bob and I don't want to put you through some bad scene." "I understand; nothing can detract from how much fun I had on our train ride today." "I talked all the time. I bet your ears are tired." "Not at all. Call me or text me your schedule. I'll come in for lunch or dinner and tell you all that I have planned for myself next month." I did not hear from Candy all week. Her boss said she was taking some time off to get her daughter settled in school. That did not make sense. Sydney was a good student, loved school and had started back weeks ago. I sent Candy a text message that could not cause problems, "Call and confirm work schedule?" My cell phone rang about ten that evening while I was shooting pool. I took my call outside. Candy had been crying and was still struggling. "Jack, the night after our trip, Bob flipped out, slapped Sydney and knocked her down. She has a bruise on her face that would raise questions at school. Bob is still not working. I'm afraid of leaving her alone with him." The Truth Mirror "What's going on with mom?" "She is head over heels right now. I've asked her if Sydney and I can move in with her for a while because we are being evicted and it would be a good way for me to get away from this drug house, but she told me I had to work it out because she has a chance to share some happy years with her new man." "I have some ideas. Bring Sydney for breakfast in the morning. Come over to my house and talk with me." "I've never been to your house." "It's easy to find...................." At breakfast, Sydney complained about the happy face I had drawn on her top pancake, because only "little girls" liked such things. I put a beard and hair on the face with whipped cream; she laughed and agreed that since it looked like an old man, it was no longer little girl food. While Sydney enjoyed her pancakes, bacon and scrambled egg, Candy stood with me on the kitchen patio and drank her coffee. She looked tired. She had the weight of the world on her shoulders. "Talk to me." "Not much to talk about. It is sort of hopeless right now. Even if I work double shifts, I still don't have a deposit to put down on a new apartment. We won't get anything back from where we are because we are being evicted for not paying our rent. Bob spent it all on drugs. If I push, I know mom will let us move in for a while but I don't want to mess things up for her; she has a chance not to be alone." "Go down to the edge of the house past the pool. There is a door. Go in, look around and then go through door in the hall, through the house, back to the kitchen." Candy was gone for maybe ten minutes. Her expression was puzzled. "That was the apartment my wife's nurse used when she stayed over. It is small. You and Sydney would have to share kitchen facilities with me, but you are welcome to use it until you can save enough to get out on your own. Keep using your mom's address so Sydney does not have to change schools; I'll have her picked up and brought here after school until you decide what you are going to do. If this idea sounds reasonable to you, I have some rules you would have to agree to. Did you look through the house some?" She was very quiet, even dazed. I got her another coffee, took Sydney into the family room and handed her a game controller, pointed to the games and she lit up like a Christmas tree. When I returned to Candy, her mind was racing, trying to find some trap, "What are your rules?" "You have to get a restraining order against Bob and truthfully state the reasons. You cannot tell him where you are staying. You have to get your life back into some routine and feel safe long enough to get your brain working." "Are you expecting anything from me?" "We've teased and talked a lot. I've made no secret that I am attracted to you. Maybe later, each of us might want to spend some time together. But for now, let's leave this as one friend helping another. I don't expect anything except your honest effort to get back on your feet. I won't be able to stand up to Bob for a while. I have a minor surgery scheduled on October 26 and I'll have to really restrict my activities for at least a month, maybe two. You and Sydney will have to fend for yourselves and pick up after each other. I have maids that come in once a week, the gardeners take care of the outside and my sons will check on me and bring anything I require. You both can have the run of the house except for my bedroom and my office. I'll provide the food but I don't expect you to run up any bills, invite guests, use any vehicles or use any extra facilities unless you get my approval first." "How about Sydney when I'm working? How will I get to and from work?" "I love kids and helped raise four of my own. As long as she will listen to me and do as I say, she can stay with me, while you are at work. She can do her home work, play video games, watch TV, etc. You can take her to your mom's or have your mom come here. I have an older Honda you can use, as long as you have a valid driver's license. Also, the city bus stop is on the corner." Candy was impossible for me to read at that point. She'd had enough bad relationships, been used and heard enough lies that she did not trust easily. Her mind was having trouble trying to decide. I continued, "You're not being evicted today. Think about it. Talk with your mom. Just make sure, Bob doesn't know where my house is." Four days later, Candy dropped by, gave me a copy of the restraining order against Bob and asked when she could move in. I handed her a set of keys to the apartment and the white Honda Accord parked in my garage. She stood waiting for some bad news or surprise. "If you and Sydney are here at six tonight, I'll have taco salad ready. Early tomorrow, I have to go in for some pre-op blood work. The Honda's gas tank is full and I think it is in great shape." Candy stood stunned, with her mouth open. She was surprised that I did exactly what I had promised. "Close your mouth or I will want to kiss you. Now get going, you have a lot to do." I could not help watching her ass swing from side to side when she headed toward the garage. I'm sick and I know it. Ready for surgery and sizing up something that could fuck me to death. Being out of commission was the greatest thing that could have happened for the three weeks following October 26. Candy felt no pressure from me and my naturally, naughty teasing mind was in neutral. The week after that, I was in the kitchen having coffee when she came in and reached for something high in the cupboards. The long, long t-shirt she wore to sleep in covered her well, until, she reached over her head. Fleetingly, she caught me admiring the view. She worked the lunch shift but was off that evening. I had put together a nice dinner. After Sydney raced off, I played at writing a long list. "What are you doing? That looks like a shopping list." "No, it is a list of items that I want to have moved to the top shelves of the kitchen cupboards." She did not make the connection and paid for it. "Why would you want to do that?" "So I can watch you reach for more items in the morning when you have on your night shirt." Her come-back was a little slow, "You are recovering faster than you thought, aren't you?" "No, just playing and teasing." She decided she should clean off the table, rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher since I had cooked. She wiggled and bent more than she had to. Her tight jeans showed every sexy curve, even her pronounced camel toe. By the time she finished, she had looked back several times to make sure I was watching. When she finally sat back down, I said, "Thank you." She knew I did not mean for cleaning up. Now she was ahead of me, "I hope my teasing helps, speeds your recovery." "I'm sure it will because it speeded up my circulation and that promotes healing." I loved her naughty smile. The rest of our conversation was about her work, her dreams and about Sydney. Our exchange was relaxed and homey, like a contented married couple. I told her I was going to get back on my schedule of writing in the evenings in my office starting tonight; she reminded me she had the breakfast shift in the morning and I responded, "Don't worry, I'll get Sydney fed and off to school." Candy left to spend some time with her daughter and check her home work. She touched my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek as she left. I was getting too comfortable with Candy's and Sydney's company. Not really having any expectations but not facing reality either. One Thursday evening Candy asked if I would watch Sydney on Friday night because she had a date. Of course, I said, "Yes," but the concept bothered me. I had to admit, at least to myself, I was jealous. Candy did not come home that night. In the morning, she called directly from her work to ask about Sydney. I just handed the telephone to Sydney, since she and I were eating cake for breakfast while watching cartoons. I am refusing to grow up. When Sydney hung up the telephone she announced, "Mom was with Bob last night. She says, he is all better now and is really sorry he hit me." I've heard of battling couples having post-separation, even post-divorce sex. It's supposed to be easy, experienced and unpressured. How could I be angry? Candy and Tom were not even legally separated or divorced. I was feeling my age by the time she drove my old Honda home after her shift. Foolishly, I still cared. As they say, "There is no fool like an old fool." However, I'm a skeptic, I asked two of my young "connected" pool shooting friends to find out if Bob was clean and how he was making ends meet. Three days later, Bob showed up on my doorstep to pick up Candy's and Sydney's clothing. He definitely was not straight and became agitated that Sydney was not due home from school for another hour and a half. He waited and seemed to be tweaking. Sydney was not happy about going with him. I gave her a big hug, told her I would miss her and that if she needed anything to give me a call. I needed to find a new morning restaurant and a new bar. It was time I changed the circle of women I knew. Later that week, I was informed by my pool buddies that Bob was doing well financially, but his money was rumored to be coming from meth sales and he was his best customer. Over the next six months, I healed nicely, traveled some, improved my pool game, made my editors happy and was visiting places where I met women closer to my own age. One visited me often, always went home satisfied but liked to point out my numerous faults, my decorating shortcomings and negatives about how I lived. It wasn't going to work out but it was fun to have someone to go with to the zoo, the museum, movies and shopping. Even at those places her criticisms were tiresome. One Wednesday evening early, I was about to drive my self-appointed judge and jury home when the telephone rang. It was Sydney's school; they still had me listed as an emergency contact. No one had picked her up, the school could not get in touch with Candy or Candy's mother and they needed to lock the doors and go home. "Judge Betty" wanted to know everything about why I was picking up a ten year old girl before taking her home. I just let her talk and turned off my ears. Same bright, lovable, beautiful Sydney. As usual she was starving. When we dropped Betty off, Sydney's first words were, "She doesn't like you very much does she?" "I guess not. What do you want to eat? Catch me up on everything and tell me why no one picked you up today." Rapid fire I learned, Grandmother was traveling with her new beau. Candy was not working anymore, Bob had money but was often really out of control and Sydney had no idea why she was stranded at school. "Do you have a key to get into your house?" "I know where one is." "Let's go by, check if there are any notes and that everything is alright. You can get some clean clothes for tomorrow, just in case you have to stay over at my place tonight." "I'm really hungry." "You're right. We'll eat first and then go over to your house." I made calls, while I ate Chicken McNuggets with Sweet & Sour Sauce, and Sydney ate everything else the local McDonalds could cook in thirty minutes. I discovered, Bob and Candy were still in the process of being booked into the county jail for possession with intent to distribute. Bail had not been set. Bob's would be high, it was his fifth arrest. Sydney got quiet as we got close to her house. I parked in the dark driveway. "What's wrong, little one?" "The house is not pretty and clean like yours." "That's all right, that is just the way I like my house. Not everyone likes things kept the way I do." "Remember how you and mom used to tease?" "I don't know what you mean?" "You would not always know I could hear, but you would tease her about being pretty and sexy. Like when you would talk about her reaching high and her bottom showing." "Yes, I remember, and you are right, I didn't know you could hear me." "Mom is not pretty like that now. She is skinny like Bob and they do not laugh like you and she did." Kids should not have to know such things or have to explain them to people like me. The pain in her was obvious. She got us into the back door. The house was filthy and smelled. "Get enough of your things for a few days. I'll find out about your mom." "Is she in jail?" "Why do you ask that?" "The stuff they sell in little bags, day and night. My friends say it is illegal. Bob called it crank." "Yes, it is illegal. It makes people sick, crazy and skinny. And, yes, your mom is being booked into jail and so is Bob. It is too early for us to go see her or find out about how much money has to be paid in bail for her to be released until her trial." Sydney was crying but still asked more questions, "Will she have to go to prison?" "I don't know what she has done or what the courts will demand of her. Bob probably will have to do some time." "That's good, he is bad for mom to be with. He gets angry and hits." "Has he hit you since you moved back in with him?" "No, but he slaps mom and she has me hide when he is angry and she is not sick." "What do you mean, "not sick"?" "Lots of times she stays in bed for days and then stays up for days." I turned my head so Sydney could not see my eyes. I lost a son to meth. Sydney saw a tear but she did not talk anymore about her mom. I helped her do her homework that evening. It was already late. While she bathed, I put all the clothing she brought into the washer. It wasn't clean. I gave her one of my t-shirts to sleep in and tucked her in before returning to the telephone and using some of my contacts to gather information. I was able to get to a court appointed attorney, leave word that Sydney was with me and for her mother to be told that and given my telephone number. The next morning, I gave Sydney a note saying which bus she should take home, why and stating that she lived here just a few months ago. Then I drove Sydney to school. When I got home, the phone was ringing from a police woman. She was very abrupt, spouting about child services, etc. I asked her to get all the information she could and then come talk to me. She agreed. She arrived about three. Sergeant Mary Dickerson is about five foot five and appeared big decked out in her protective vest and all the other regalia. My house, my tall dignified looks and my pleasant greeting did nothing to soften her demeanor, "I'm Sergeant Dickerson and I'm here to talk about Candice Thorn's child. I believe you have her staying with you." "You are correct Sergeant Dickerson; Sydney has been staying with me, since her school called me yesterday. Sydney is at school now." "Why did the school call you about Sydney Thorn?" "Sydney Clemens. Bob Thorn and Candice have been married about two years and Sydney's father was killed in Iraq. The school called me because Sydney and her mother lived with me for a while about six months ago and I am still on their call list. No one checked on her welfare when Candice was arrested so the school called me when they needed to lock up for the evening and no one had picked Sydney up." Again Sergeant Dickerson puffed up and spouted about child services, protocol, etc. It was time I kicked back. "I have tried to treat you with the staunch cold professionalism that you seem to like to present. However, I am a family friend and I am fond of Sydney and concerned about her care, safety and mental health. Her grandmother is on vacation and I am trying to get in touch with her. We are talking about a ten year old girl whose mother has been arrested because she married an ass and got sucked into meth. If you cannot talk about a child in civilized caring adult terms, please leave and send me another person to discuss the issues with. You and your force did not even know she existed until I made calls last night. If there is a hole that big in your procedures, you have a problem. If you did not follow procedures, you have a problem. Either way your system could really hurt a sensitive ten year old girl who's separated from her mother for the first time. Now, Mary, my first name is Jack, can you and I talk about what is best for Sydney?" Things now got off on a better plain. I said I might pay Candy's bail and get her into rehab if Candy supported that. Otherwise, I wanted to get Sydney to her grandmother. I offered to fill out any police forms or for Sydney and me to meet with Social Services. I even offered to get the court to appoint me as a temporary guardian with Candice's approval. "I want to do everything legally correct, as you direct me Sergeant Dickerson, I just want to know that all the parties have Sydney's best interest at heart and don't do things like forget about her at school. I have taken care of her before and will willingly do so again until the dust settles." Turned out, Mary Dickerson is a coffee drinker and a single mother. We found some common ground and where enjoying our second cup when Sydney charged through the door only to freeze when she saw Mary's uniform. Sydney proceeded forward but stood behind me for protection. "Sydney, this is Sergeant Mary Dickerson, she is going to help us. Sergeant when can we see Candice and when can we find out what her bail is?" Mary wanted to impress Sydney so she made calls on her radio. No bail had been set, but we could see Candice for just a few minutes through a glass in the visiting area at eight p.m. We got that privilege only because of Sergeant Dickerson's call and her stating that it was best for Sydney. Sydney thanked her three times and went to do her home work, so she would be ready to leave for the jail. I was surprised to see Sergeant Dickerson when Sydney and I entered our side of the visiting area. Sydney burst into tears when she saw her mother and I was in shock. Candy was gaunt, very tired, sick, her eyes were sunken and her pretty face had dark lines and a couple of sores. She had scratched and picked at her arms and neck. She tried to focus on Sydney. Her few tears brought even more from Sydney. I noticed Mary had some tears too. Sydney went with her, so I could talk to Candy. "Where is your mother?" "Mexico somewhere. Cancun. Supposed to be back at the end of the month." "Sydney is with me for the time being. When do you go before the judge?" "I think tomorrow. They said I was too sick today. Jack....?" "Yes, Pretty One." "I'm sorry. I screwed up and am really hooked. I'm not your Pretty One anymore. Please take care of Sydney." "You will get straight and be my Pretty One again. You may have to sign for me to take care of Sydney but I will take care of her, unless your mother steps in." She was ashamed but still did not want me to go. I was a link to better times. "Candy, you go rest and get strong for your hearing tomorrow. I'll be there. Think about what you want for yourself. Talk to your lawyer about that and Sydney's care. If the judge asks you what you want for your future, be ready to give a very complete answer. I'll help, if you truly want to be helped." Then next day at ten, Candy was remorseful, respectful and prepared when she came before Judge Joan J. Johnson. I was wondering what the about fifty year old judge would look like under her black robe, dreaming she was nude, when the bailiff called Candy. Luckily, I was able to clear my thoughts. The judge was compassionate with Candy. She had read my letter to the court; Candy had endorsed it; she had read my resume, how I lost a son to meth and wanted to help Candy and her daughter. She called me forward. "Mr. Simms, do you understand how hard it is for people to kick meth addiction and what you are signing up for?" "I do Your Honor." "Mrs. Thorn was a friend of yours before she got on meth. Now she might be aggressive, neglect her daughter, steal from you and resist any rules you place on her. You're ready for all that?" The Truth Mirror "I'm hoping for a better outcome, but, Yes, Your Honor, I am ready if things get that bad. I will be totally honest with whomever you have monitoring Candice's progress. I want her to get better probably more than she does, and fully realize how many tries it may take and how much she might lose." That was about it. I became responsible for Candy and Sydney. I was surprised that Sergeant Mary Dickerson would be monitoring us. She had volunteered. Strange, I thought. The first week went reasonably well. Candy's mother returned, was engaged and happy that she did not have to take responsibility for her daughter and Sydney. We all had a big dinner at my house and I met her guy. He wasn't much but she looked adoringly at him all night. Candy seemed agitated during the meal. The next day Candy was even worse. We sent Sydney off to the zoo with one of her girl friends and her parents. It was three days before Candy's period was to start. Not only was she agitated and wanting some meth, but she was also aggressive and horny. She got very mad at me when I would not give her any car keys, money or her identification - all that was against the guidelines at this stage. I was being very patient and re-explaining patiently when she slapped me on the left side of the face very hard. I was more startled than hurt but my face stung. I reacted without thought from shock and defense. I jumped up, grabbed her, pulled her sweat shirt over her head, pulled her sweat pants and panties off and yanked her over my knees as I sat down again. "You going to act like a spoiled brat, I'll spank you like one." My face was still burning and that added force to my first blow. Now my hand stung too. It would sting for about thirty minutes and stay swollen for a day after I delivered the next ten blows to her bright red ass. By the tenth blow I realized she was not kicking and screaming anymore and had spread her legs. She wasn't fighting fair. My last blow fell and my hand slipped between her legs and I pushed my thumb between the wet, red lips of her pussy. She pushed back, so I fucked her that way. She helped a lot. I was doing a good job on her g-spot but when I tried to rub her clit too, her fingers were already working it. In less than another minute she wet all over my slacks. I stopped. My chest was heaving for air. So was Candy's when we heard a knock on the door. She jumped up, grabbed her clothing and ran for her room. Sergeant Dickerson was standing there when I opened the door. Her breasts seemed larger and her neck was flushed. "Sorry, for not hearing you drive up. We were having a little problem." "I saw your last couple of swats through the window and waited a while before I knocked." My mind was repeating, "O Shit!" "O Shit!" "O Shit!" "But, I didn't see how you got that perfect, bright red, hand print on the side of your face." I figured everything was lost. I was still excited. I smelled Candy's pussy's juice on my pants, my cock was hard and twisted and I was still angry, talking out of my ass. "I let her make me angry. If she is that way tomorrow, I can use some help. Get here a few minutes earlier and while I spank her, she can lick you to orgasm." "Why would you think I would go for such a thing?" I was regaining some composure, "No reason. I guess I just want to see you naked. Come on into the kitchen, let me wash up, make us some coffee and you tell me how much trouble I am in." Slowly my mind was processing how Mary had looked at the door. "You're not in any trouble with me. Only problem would be if she reported the incident. Then it would be your word against hers and the judge's order would be resented. What happened?" "I lost it. Candy is the one I'm supposed to be helping. We sent Sydney to the zoo with friends because Candy is having a very bad aggressive day and her period is about to start. She demanded the car keys and some money and I said "No." Then I got blindsided with a hard slap to the face. I just reacted. You saw the end of that." Mary tried to be discrete but she rocked her hips and rubbed her thighs together. She was turned on by what she had seen. "Were you two ever lovers?" "We teased where she worked and I consider her a friend. No, we've never been lovers or had sex." I was wondering, if Mary's question was official or personal, when Candy walked in wrapped in a bathrobe. Mary greeted her, baiting her, "Feeling better now?" Candy looked puzzled and looked from her to me. "She saw us through the window before she knocked. We've been discussing what kind of trouble I've caused for us." Candy was speechless. Mary took us off the hook, "I'm off duty. See the civilian clothes? I was just stopping by. If you two can handle what happened, I'm ok with it." Now I was interested. "How about you? Did what you see excite you?" I didn't think she would answer such a question. She paused and Candy showed some interest in hearing Mary's answer. Then surprisingly, "Oddly enough, I did find it exciting to watch." "What part? Did you like the spanking or watching Candy cum against her will?" Mary was getting into the mood and the spirit of our verbal play, "I liked seeing your thumb in her between her red, hot ass cheeks." "She definitely is one hot woman. She wanted to pick a fight and she is horny?" Candy looked shocked. Ann responded, "I get turned on and agitated right before my period too." "Together, Candy and I will volunteer to give you the same treatment whenever you want it." Ann looked at Candy and asked, "Candy, are you buying into all this bravado?" "Well you certainly look good enough to eat, much less spank, as long as, you're not one of those butch police women who like to inflict pain. I've heard about all that." "Damn, you just spanked her pretty ass and she still in the mood to tease and play. She really is a hot one." "I think she is and I think you are too. This is the first time I've seen you dressed in clothes other than your uniform. That uniform certainly hides that beautiful shape of yours." "Thank you. So Candy, you're not going to file a report against this rough man." "If he makes me cum like that he can spank my ass anytime. Besides I hit him first." Candy traced the fading red mark on my cheek. It still stung a little. "I obviously need special attention for my face and lips." Candy teased, "I already know what you want on your face and lips." Ann was proving to be somewhat of a tease, "Clue me in Candy, what would that be." "He has the reputation of being very oral." Ann shivered, smiled naughtily and said, "I like that." Candy broke the train of conversation, "Let's all go into the kitchen and have some coffee. We can visit a while and try to convince Ann that we're not going to kill each other right after she leaves." I was surprised at how openly Candy discussed her earlier crisis and desire to get out and score some meth. Strangely the spanking seemed to have calmed her down and she was very at ease talking with another woman. Ann refused our invitation to stay for dinner, saying she had to get home to feed her daughter. They compared ages and next thing I knew Ann and Candy had agreed to get together with their daughters for a swim party at the house a week from Sunday. I was pleased to know I would get to see Ann in less clothing. No one objected when I walked Ann to her car. "Ann, thank you for understanding what happened earlier and tolerating our teasing." "I had hoped it was not all tease." I turned her toward me, pushing her gently back into her car. "It wasn't all tease. May I give you a "Goodbye" kiss?" Somehow I knew what she thought when her eyes flashed and her head turned to try and hide the little sly smile. "You are right to question me about what I plan to kiss, but this time I mean to kiss the beautiful lips on your face." She let me tilt her head and by accident she exhaled when our lips touched. I sucked the breath out of her lungs and let mine replace it. Her body molded into mine. She was warm and soft to be in such great condition. We held our embrace a few seconds too long to be proper. Neither of us really wanted to be proper. When she pulled back, I fought her a few seconds to whisper, "Do you shave above your lower lips?" Her look seemed to take offense but she answered, "Clean as a whistle." "You've given me something to fantasize about until I see you in a bathing suit a week from Sunday." I liked her coy smile as she drove away and was still thinking about her when I walked back in. Candy wrapped her arms around me and said, "Make love to me." I slipped my hands under her robe. Her skin was hot. I looked into her eyes. They were full of lust. "You know without a doubt that is what I want but are you sure that is what you want?" "I watched you kiss Ann. I've wanted you to fuck me since that night you walked me home, months and months ago." "Can Sydney stay with your mom tonight? I want to hear your make a lot of noise when you cum." "She is over there by now. Take me the first time and then we'll call my mother." I had stripped her in anger earlier. My hand still smelled like her pussy. I wondered if Ann had noticed when I cupped her face. Now, Candy slid her robe off and was totally nude. In my mind I heard, "Here I am, take anything you want, just make me cum and cum." Tonight she was not my teasing equal. Tonight she wanted to be taken and feel dominant power over her submissive vulnerable up-coming time of the month. She was strong and demanding. We made it just inside my bedroom door, when she knelt on a white, shaggy, thick lamb's wool rug. Her fingers deftly pulled down the zipper on my pants and fished my cock out, but then she paused, "Tell me what to do. Make me do it and then take me." I stepped back from her and my cock waved as I took my shoes and socks off. I stepped up to her again. "Take my pants off." She reached for my belt and opened her mouth to take in my cock. I turned from her. "You can't have him yet." I lifted each foot and she pulled my slacks free, tossed them aside and all the stuff in my pockets rattled together when they hit the floor. Her hands were on the waist band of my boxers. I grabbed them firmly. "Gently lift my balls out of my fly and suck each one." As Candy let my first ball pop out of her mouth and she sucked the second into her hot, wet mouth, a string of my pre-cum draped from my cock's tip to the side of her face near her lips. When my second ball popped from her lips, her tongue flicked out but could not reach the strand on her cheek. She started to reach for it. "Don't use your hands. How will you get that in your mouth?" She never missed a beat, locked her hands behind her, leaned forward and used my slippery cock to push my own wetness onto her lips where her tongue lapped it into her mouth. I was out of instructions when her talented tongue flicked out to circle the head of my cock and guide just the helmet past her sucking lips. I heard my own groan of submission and that stiffened by backbone. "You once bragged that you do not have a gag reflex; prove it." Her beautiful, big, expressive hazel eyes stared up at me as she leaned forward and my cock slipped across her tongue to the back of her mouth. She pushed and I seemed to lodge tight. She swallowed and the head of my cock slipped an inch into her throat. I had only heard of this and had no idea that she could do it. Again she pushed and swallowed, engulfing another inch. I had to touch her throat; those magnificent eyes were looking into mine; she had no doubt what she could do. Three more times she pushed and swallowed. I was in awe as I felt her neck stretch and my cock slip down her throat toward her stomach. I had a thought of cuming like a glass full and just pouring freely to feed her. She pushed again but the last inch and a half of me did not budge. He eyes seemed to say, "Help me." Ever so gently I put my hands behind her head. Her eyes closed and she pushed again and I pulled. That last slide was as close to pure pleasure as I'll have in this lifetime. My cock lurched but I did not want to cum in her throat our first time. I pulled back, holding her head still and my cock slowly began to slip out of the suction her swallowing had created. When my cock pulled past her lips, her whimper of complaint was beautiful. I knew I would make the same sound later if I did not lick enough wetness from her. I had enough strength to look down at my little vixen, she had both hands busy between her own legs. "Stop that. You will cum when I say." She actually pouted but she watched me finish telling her what to do. "Lie back and hold your knees wide open. Finally, I'm going to get my mouth on you." She didn't expect that after I had my shirt off, I would lean forward enough that my lips and tongue could reach her breasts. They were tender for this time of the month and I had to be very gentle – lick, kiss and nurse at each nipple. As I moved back and forth from one to the other I could feel her struggle with the tenderness, as she pulled harder on her knees opening herself wider. I slid my body straight down, slowly dragging my skin through the lips of her pussy and making a trail of wetness on me. Knowing it was there made my head spin. When I paused to lick her bellybutton she ground her clit into my chest, rolling so my right nipple was caressed by her no longer sheathed clit. She would have cum that way but I moved on down. When I paused over her, her hips thrust up trying to find me. I opened my mouth wide enough to completely encircle the top of her pussy but not touch her clit. I licked low into her, to one side, the other and above but still I did not touch it. I sucked each lip, kissed above and sucked each lip again. Her hands moved to grasp my head but she was gentle and still, when I licked from her ass but stopped before her button again. Four, five more times I sucked her lips and licked her like that. Candy had had enough teasing. She grasped my head tight, pulled it to her and thrust up. I could feel her cunt open and surround my lips. Her hands drug my face to where she wanted my lips and her body fucked up into my mouth as if she had a dick. She did. It was short, hard, wet and demanding. I wet two fingers in all the juices that were flowing from her. When she lifted, I placed them between her throbbing pussy's lips. They were full, swollen and bright red. Her body was signaling that it was ready for pleasure and release. My fingers penetrated and inch when she dropped down. I lifted with her and each time she dropped she took more of my fingers. I think she thought she would take them deep and I would fuck her with them. Instead, I curled them into her magic spot and let her work them without much help from me; she knew her first climax would be of her own doing. I watched every signal as her body began to perspire and her clit grew harder. I was licking and sucking it directly now and still she thrust into my lips and drug the tips of my fingers over her g-spot. I felt her first milking contraction and looked up again to see her beautiful eyes squint, her face contort, her neck muscles stand out and her lips tighten into a grimace. Again her sheath sucked but then it went onto auto-pilot and sucked fast and hard on my fingers, Her hips were lifting off the fluffy rug and just vibrating when a mighty groan came from inside her, followed by a squirt from her womb and then another. I was ready and drank the second from her while the first dripped from my face and chin. Candy had told me that she could tie her orgasms together but not this time. She had no strength to push me away but her body recoiled from my touch. Gently, ever so gently, I continued to touch her, kiss and lick. Even as sensitive as she was, I hoped that she would wonder, "Did he just kiss me again?" She was still awake but exhausted. Her body was damp and cool to the touch. I crawled up beside her, took her into my arms and rolled her on top of me, covering her with the rug at the same time. Her lovely lips, sucked at my neck in sort of a kiss and then she dozed off. I was rock hard and uncomfortable. My cock throbbed between her legs, I waited and I remembered her telling me that she did not cum from penetration alone and that her husband was hung like a horse. Still my equipment had never failed to please, so it just throbbed on, searching between her legs. I didn't even know Candy was awake when I felt her hand reach down and close over my cock and guide it into her tender sheath. We both moaned in appreciation as it slid in. Maybe it was good she was tender to feel me. I felt her just fine. "Are you sure you know what you are playing with?" "I thought I did until you got me on the floor." "I want you and need to cum. Your body and your taste have driven me wild. Is your body ok with being taken hard until I am finished?" "I want it to be." "You can finish me with your hands and mouth if you are too tender." "Shut up and fuck me." I rolled her over, her knees came up again on either side of my hips and for the first few moments I pinned her hands above her head and looked into her eyes and I thrust into her tender parts. Her eyes showed that she was sensitive but I pulled out a little and thrust again. This time there was some lust mixed with the sensitivity. Four maybe five more thrust while pinning her and forcing my cock as deep into her as I could while dragging my shaft along her clit and her eyes only sparkled in lust. I let go of her hands and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Braced on my knees and arms, I thrust hard and the tip of my cock kissed her cervix and her hips rolled so her clit had more contact. Her hips easily absorbed my next thrusts. Her strong young lust filled body seemed to taunt me, "Is that all you have, Old Man?" She was holding tight, preparing for my next thrust into heaven, I lifted her completely off the floor and drove all my weight into her hips and chest. Some of the air was driven out of her and her eyes flashed in surprise and challenge. I certainly was not in my twenties anymore, but I remembered how my wife challenged me like this. I remembered how hard I could abuse her with my thrusts and just barely survive when she finally would cum. My mind forgot my age and I refused to cum before Candy did. I had seen that look in sparkling eyes before. She took what I dished out and then her legs relaxed some so I could rake across her clit more. Her body curled slightly with every thrust and her arms grabbed me ever tighter. A more beautiful song was never sung when she said to me, "I'm going to cum. Cum with me." I did not know I was ready. I do not know what she screamed but the sound drew up my balls and I pumped into her and her womb sucked for more. Again and again, I tried to satisfy its hunger. When Candy collapsed, I collapsed. I could still feel her body gently sucking for more. For moments I thought, "I know how I want to die." In a few minutes, Candy pushed at me to take my weight off her. In a few more, she quietly hovered over me, kissed me twice, picked up her robe and walked away without saying a word. My wife had been very vocal with her praise and was cuddly after we made love. Often we tried to get ready and go out for pancakes, only to give up and wind up back in the bed together again. Her on top this time. This was different for me; I did not know how to read Candy's reaction. After I heard the toilet flush, I figured she would expect to meet me in the kitchen for a short cup of coffee and some light dessert. I retrieved my robe from the closet and was microwaving two cups of coffee from earlier when she came in. She led me to sit on a chair at the breakfast nook and then sat side saddle across my legs. She was very quiet. Eventually, I felt her spread her legs and reach down. Gently, she painted our combined juices on my lips and kissed me.