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Lisa Jack's Mom

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1 

Gene Sutherland was in a mood. Lisa Jack was already treating him like crap and they'd only dated three times. This was his midweek gym night she'd called to ask him to buy take-outs and eat with her and listen to her crappy music, not that she gave that label to her music.

Gene entered the front door and yelled for Lisa and she yelled she was in her bedroom. He walked in the direction of her voice and saw her mom on the bed pulling on black stockings. Mrs Jack was wearing only a red and black bra and matching panties. The stockings were hold-ups.

Licking his lips and then wiping his chin, Gene lowered his voice and called, "Hi Mrs Jack."

"Oh hi Gene. Close the door please."

Mrs Jack watched Gene and then with a faint smile said, "I meant close the door for my privacy, you remaining on the other side of it."

"I'm quite comfortable here Mrs Jack, really."

She sighed. "Perhaps you are Gene. Please don't make me throw you out and spoil my image of you being a lovely young man."

"Okay, but I must say you look sensational for a old woman. You have better boobs and legs than Lisa and even the sexy girls at the bank."

Mrs Jack, a fading beauty with dirty blonde hair and the start of sag and widening hips laughed and said, "Fuck off Gene. If my husband walks in and finds you here like this he'll kill you."

Gene almost tore the door off its hinges in haste to remove himself.

Lisa snatched her food order from him and snapped, "What took you so long?"

Gene thought of saying he'd been plucking up courage to ask is he could screw Lisa's mother but then thought was not the sort of thing a guy should say to his girlfriend because it could create family tension and misunderstanding. More to the point, her father could slug him, knocking him into next week.

So Gene said "Nothing" and Lisa responded on auto, "I thought so. Christmas, this food is half cold."

They ate in silence until Lisa felt compelled to talk.

"Mom's going to a concert and dad's out with the boys. What do you want to do?"

"Fuck."

They worked in the same department of the bank, as part-timers, in their second year of a commerce degree at college, so knew each other well but not intimately.

"You don't beat around the bush," Lisa scowled, spoiling her good looks. Gene was now convinced her mom was a better looker.

"Bush?" he said intently. "I thought you being trendy would be bald?"

Lisa lightly fingered the hairy location in question thoughtfully. "Would you like to shave me?"

"I suppose so."

Lisa stared at him and sniffed. "Either you want to perform the treat or you're too scared to do it."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"I shave Clara."

Lisa reeled at that disclosure and almost began panting. "Tell me more. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut." 

This thing about shaving was stunning news because Clara Sutherland had for two years running won the regional Channel TV Nine's 'Come Dance with Me Spectacular' and currently was MidCity Mall's beauty queen, being paid hugely for promotions. She was only twenty-three, a year older than Gene. Lisa boggled while Gene told her how his sister had taught him everything he knew about sex but then corrected himself: "Everything short of me inserting my cock into any orifice."

"Ohmigod, tell me everything."

Forty minutes later, with Lisa's pussy as bare as her ass cheek except for a directional arrow pointing towards her slit, carved in a little tuft of remaining hair, Lisa was ecstatic and so proud of Gene she was about to yield. Then Lisa heard her mom arriving home so cleaned up and dressed with the speed of lightening and put on a CD she knew her mom hated.

Glenda Jack entered the room and sniffed, appearing satisfied she couldn't detect the after-odors of rampant sex. Gene half expected her to lift her daughter's fingers to her nose and then to check his dick for evidence of secretions. For goodness sake, her daughter was almost twenty-two, old enough almost to be a professional whore.

"Gene, don't you think you should be home now. I'll walk you to the door and could you be kind enough to park your vehicle farther up the street in future so our neighbors don't assume we are harboring a boy-racer driving a wreck."

"Yes Mrs Jack."

At the front door Gene turned and said, "Good night Mrs Jack. He then stammered, "P-please pull up your dress and s-show me your beautiful legs in s-stockings."

"Gene, please don't ever talk to me like that again."

"Please Mrs Jack -- w-why dress up wearing great underwear and nobody has seen it? Nobody knows. It's an exercise in futility."

Gene became aware Mrs Jack was lifting her dress front. He stepped back two paces. She stopped eight inches above her knees and choked, "Do you like stockings Gene?"

"I-I love them but raise your hands as high as your bellybutton and don't hasten to drop them."

Gene eyed the presentation and wheezed, "Beautiful. Adieu Mrs Jack. That's wonderful. It's a sight a young guy like me is privileged to have witnessed and I admire your courage to admit me into the world of adult women. Thank you." 

He turned and walked away, not looking back, unaware when the slightly shocked Mrs Jack's skirt was lowered and she was left wondering what had that achieved?

Next day was a nervous day for Gene, aware he'd struck a cord with Mrs Jack. He must see her within the next few hours otherwise this hold he appeared to have on her would evaporate, never again to re-establish. At least that was his theory. It was raining and Lisa came through for him, asking him to drive her home because none of her girlfriends wanted to knock around at MidCity Mall that evening.

Lisa was quite miffed when Gene just grunted when she said her newly shaved pussy had been itchy. Was he lining up another girlfriend? A little alarmed she placed her curls on his shoulder and slid her hand down to give him a thrill but had great difficultly finding it because it was totally limp. Ohmigod, was her sex appeal waning?

They walked into the kitchen. Her mom looked at Gene and Gene eyed her mom. Her mom ignored her, said hello to Gene and left the room. Gene looked as if her mom had kicked him in the nuts. Lisa wondered what was happening to her. For almost three weeks she'd been quietly grooming Gene to be the center of her universe, to dote on her just like her mother doted on her. But tonight everything seemed to be unraveling and she was in danger of being sidelined. Why hadn't her three girlfriends wanted to meet at the mall with her on Monday evening as they always did to discuss the weekend?

"Come on Gene," she said, grabbing him by the hand when he'd only had time to jam one cookie into his mouth. "Let's go to me bedroom and fuck." She reached down and felt Gene was being a good boy and growing an erection. That was the promise her world was re-stabilizing.

"God Gene, I'm soaked," Lisa moaned, wiping her crotch as Gene dressed whistling. She was on the bed, completely nude but at least cleaned up when her mom walked in, waving her hand in front of her nose. She opened the two windows full out and said, "It's probably dinner time at your home as well Gene. You should be off."

Lisa was confused. She would have expected her mom to roar her and kick Gene through the unopened French doors screaming he was to leave town by midnight. Gene left, looking at her mom anxiously but not saying a word and not looking at Lisa but he did mutter goodnight Lisa. How fucking romantic. Then her mom smiled at her sweetly and said, "Have a quick bath darling. You look rather cute flushed like that and your curls in disarray. Was he any good?" Lisa opened her mouth to ask did her mom really want her to answer but her mom was at the dresser checking her own hair and lifting her boobs in her bra as if she wanted them to ride higher. Clearly she hadn't expected Lisa to reply.

Gene was confused as well. Why hadn't Mrs Jack screamed and tossed him out of her house like any defensive mother would have reacted? Thank goodness Lisa had wiped herself before her mom walked in; no mother would be able to cope seeing her ex-baby covered in a guy's goo. The remarkable thing was Mrs Jack didn't appear at all upset and at one point she'd looked directly at Gene's crotch. What was going on here? Gene had no idea.

Next morning at college Gene avoided Lisa without quite knowing why but she caught up at lunchtime in the café, sitting beside him. Waiting until he had a mouthful of pie Lisa said out of the blue, "I experienced more sensations being shaven."

Conversation at the table halted midstream. Lisa, her face turning the color of beetroot, jumped up and left without a word. Gene studied the ceiling. Other conversations resumed and Gene felt Trish Smith and Di Thompson move in against him, rather closely. "Di and I wonder if you have anything on this evening Gene?" Trish whispered.

"I've promised to buddy study with Lisa. We appear to becoming a good unit."

Di said crossly, "I bet," and moved away. Trish placed a hand on his thigh and whispered, "You know where I live Big Boy," and moved back to her puny guy of the moment. Gene countered the thoughts of having Di and Trish together by switching his mind. He thought of Mrs Jack and that became fascinating when he began mentally undressing her.

Gene arrived home that evening after working on their joint project with Lisa to find everyone was out. He went to Clara's panty drawer, sniffed a couple, and then opened her stockings drawer and examining what appeared her most popular choice among the unopened packets. Next afternoon Gene purchased a packet and the next time he was called to Lisa's bedroom -- they were now required to leave the door open when working in there -- he tossed the purchase on to Mr and Mrs Jack's bed.

Later when Mrs Jack arrived with coffee Lisa glanced up and said thanks, glanced down and went wow. She asked her mom was she modernizing.

"Yes darling, what do you think of this saucy open pattern number?"

"The truth is they look great on you."

"Thank you darling. What do you think Gene?"

Lisa replied firmly Gene wasn't at all interested in stockings.

"They look great Mrs Jack. Are they hold-ups or are you wearing a garter belt?"

"Gene!"

"Do you wish to see?" Glenda teased.

"Mom!"

"All right, all right Miss Prude. I feel in a sexy mood tonight so you two can close the door if you wish but make sure Gene is out of here and you air the room before your father arrives at 9:00 and comes to kiss you good night."

Lisa gaped as her mother left the room. "I can't believe it; that wasn't my mother."

"Yes, that was your mom," Gene said helpfully.

Gene came to the conclusion there was little affection between Lisa and him. Their coupling was meandering on like a friendship with study pairing, sex and outings added but not forming into the complete relationship he usually had with a female -- one he actually felt. Lisa just didn't seem to care about anything really, apart from her three best girlfriends. Perhaps they were a coven of lesbians and she had Gene hang out with her to suggest normality?

"Who knows?" he muttered darkly.

It didn't much matter as his studies remained on track. Lisa's damn mother was distancing herself. Was she also lesbian? Gene grinned and thought not likely -- she was the sexiest old woman he knew, although it was virtually hidden but he'd felt it smoldering. 

Glenda entered the room, he looked at her; she looked away and immediately left the room. He gritted and wondered why women could be so infuriating without saying anything or apparently doing anything anti-social. He knew was it was with Glenda: she'd flirted with him twice, briefly, quite significantly actually, and then had dropped him like a brick knowing he'd only be trouble for her.

Suddenly she was at his side again -- Lisa was still in the bathroom.

"I've brought you guys coffee. Oh my, you have a long straight back," she said, not touching.

"Thank you, how very kind," Gene said remembering his mother's training about manners. He caught a whiff of Glenda's perfume, his dick began to firm but there was a noise inside the bathroom not that that mattered because Glenda had already glided away. Gene caught the sound of the thigh rub of stockings and blood raced to erect his cock. 

Amazing, he thought, adjusting his underpants. She was virtually out of the room, not touching him and yet she could do that to him.

Privately Mrs Jack was now Glenda to Gene, although he called her Mrs Jack or 'your mom' when with Lisa. He rarely saw Mr Jack and couldn't understand why the jerk went drinking with the guys after work. Gene decided if he married someone like Mrs Jack he'd be first out of the office and would pick up speeding tickets in the race to get home to hold her, to kiss her and to give her a big fat seven inches that she would have been thinking about all day. He assumed that would be her focus.

Home in bed that night, hand on his rod, Gene was thinking about Glenda when click, it all fell into place. Glenda was interested in him! Since her comment about his straight back -- probably female code for saying I assume your dick is long and straight -- and allowing him to hear the swish, swish of her thigh-rubbed stockings there had been other things. 

Sometimes when the study work finished early Lisa would suggest a walk through the nearby woods and her mom would accompany them. Glena used to always walk alongside Lisa but recently she'd taken to walking alongside him and if it were windy both women would link arms with him. Glenda had began calling him to the kitchen to open a stubborn jar or to lift something from a high cupboard and now when she was bent over a low cupboard she no longer would jump up straight and turn defensively. Instead she would keep on what she was doing, allowing Gene to eye her butt under the straining skirt and a couple of times he actually thought she'd waggled at him. 

Then there was that very afternoon. They had been in the kitchen having coffee and a snack. Glenda has a small piece of cookie left and bit it in two. She then leaned forward on her bar stool and said 'here'. Gene turned on his barstool and opened his mouth, knowing that's what she wanted him to do. She popped the piece of cookie into his mouth, her mouth opened in concentration and he could see he tongue tip and just beyond that her piece of cookie. 

Strangely that seemed very sexy, particularly when her tongue tip protruded between her closing lips. Gene looked down at her tits, she saw what he was looking at and smiled. As Lisa turned from the sink bench with more coffee Glenda swung her legs back under the breakfast bar to widen the space between her and Gene, making room for Lisa.

The bedroom door opened and Gene's mother switched on the light and accused, "Your bed is rattling against our bedroom wall. She then watched open-mouthed as a plume of sperm shot up above the nude torso of her son.

Giggling Irma returned from Gene's bathroom with a towel, threw it at him and kissing him goodnight again said, "If Lisa is not sufficient for you think about taking on her mom as well. Glenda Jack is the sexiest female in our Neighborhood Sports & Hobbies Group by a country mile."

As she closed the door Irma whispered, "Just kidding. Don't be a naughty boy."

Eyes bulging, Gene thought his mom was a good sort and always good for sound advice as well. 

Glenda Jack was bent over the cupboard about to haul out the fry pan and opened her mouth to say 'Hi Gene' when he whacked her butt. She lifted and hit her head on the sink top and yelled ouch. 

Gene said sorry and began massaging her butt.

"No you fool, just above my forehead, I hit the sink. I don't think it's bleeding."

"Oh my poor sweet lady," Gene soothed, ineffectually rubbing the lightly injured area that nevertheless it might bruise. Glenda almost shook into an orgasm at the feel of his fingers and recalled what's he'd just said to her. Her breasts felt about to burst out of the bra and she wanted him to pull them out and fondle them, just like her husband Trevor used to do but no longer bothered except when in bed with a boner wanting attention.

Glenda pushed Gene away and said he'd assaulted her.

Aghast at the young man's devastated look Glenda had a surge of madness. She'd been dreaming about this moment for much too long. She reached up, pulled Gene's head down and kissed him full on his lips, dragging his right hand on to the nearest swelling breast. He groaned, she groaned and she narrowly avoided pushing her tongue into his mouth.

She waited anxiously for him to pull him away, knowing it had to be him to decide to pull away. He certainly took his time, and that pleased her.

"God, that was magnificent," he said, fingers pressing into her tit.

He dropped his hand and she said, "Oh Gene, I was insane doing that. It must not happen again."

He said gallantly, "The head knock must have pulled a trigger. It's all my fault."

"Thank you."

"As for not doing it again, just let's wait and see huh? I don't want to miss out on my birthday kiss later this year."

The darling boy. Glenda was so pleased with him, such a gentleman. She was prepared to give him anything he wanted, up the butt if that didn't make him vomit. Her eyes opened in alarm. Good heavens, she thought. This is not you, too many hot romance novels my girl. You need to pull your horns in.

"That was a very skilful use of the word 'huh' Gene. Now run along to Lisa and I'll fetch coffee." To her horror Glenda heard herself deliver what she called her sluttish laugh, unused for many years except when half-drunk with girlfriends swapping yarns and the occasional filthy joke about men.

Slut? She shook her head vigorously in denial. Glenda thought the more appropriate word was whore because in recent days she had slyly began to think about fucking her daughter's boyfriend. 

That night Trevor was tossed around in bed so much and was slammed into so many positions that he actually broke into a sweat and twice delivered big ejaculations which was tops for him.

"What's up with you woman? Did one of your pals feed you sex drugs or have you just decided to kill me through excessive sex to draw the insurance?"

Running a bath Glenda wandered into Trevor who was almost asleep. "Darling, do you mind if I turn modern and get all my body hair below my neck removed?"

"No, but in thinking frivolous things like that indicates your mind is very vacuous. You ought to get a job."

"Ah good. I've always wanted to go back to work."

"I don't want you back at work. Most of the women in this neighborhood don't work. Oh, good idea about being stripped of hair. You'll be fucked more and if we sweat like we did tonight we'll both lose unwanted fat." 

"Oh good, I'd like to be fucked more," Glenda yawned, thinking they'd not fucks would go her husband's way. In the bath as she inserted her waterproof vibrator she wondered what Gene would be doing right now. Glenda pictured him on his back, jerking off and thinking about her more intensely than any other male including Trevor at his peak during their courtship days, ever had. She clammed her legs shut and shuddered into a scream.

"Shut up," called her unromantic husband sleepily. "You'll wake the entire neighborhood. "Use your fingers if you can't remember to keep that toy on medium power."

Removing the device to wash it, Glenda confirmed it was on low setting before switching it off. "Gene Sutherland, I'll fuck you so hard your eyes will gyrate," she whispered.

CHAPTER 2

The time finally arrived when Gene and his girlfriend's mom were away from the house alone. Lisa and Gene finished their home study early and Lisa asked him to drop her off at MidCity Mall.

"May I drop you off anywhere Mrs Jack?"


Lisa Jack's Mom



"Call her Glenda, you too have gotten quite close."

Glenda lost color but Gene said smoothly, "There's little difference in length between Glenda and Mrs Jack so I'll leave it unchanged. If I begin calling your mom Glenda your father might be suspicious your mom and I were having it off."

"Gene?"

"What?"

Lisa laughed easily, her color now pink and said, "My mom has taste but you ought not say things like that in front of her."

"Lisa is quite right Gene. Try to be a gentleman. I appreciate being dropped off at the supermarket."

"You shopped there earlier today," Lisa said.

"I forgot super-soft toilet rolls."

"Mom!"

Lisa gave Gene a peck on the cheek and outside the car held the door open and said. "Get in beside him mom, I'm not having Gene driving your around like the wife of the President." 

As they drove off, Glenda still doing up her seatbelt, Gene asked, "Are you wearing stockings," knowing of course she was.

"Mind your business."

"We're not going to the supermarket are we?"

"No."

"Then what you are wearing, thinking and feeling is my business."

"Is that so."

"You're being just as stroppy and argumentative as your daughter."

"Don't wish that on me. Ordinarily I am charming, some say lovely, but you have me on edge because I know we shouldn't be doing this."

"Then I'll turn back and drop you off home."

"No, please don't."

"That's better. Thank you. Please answer the question."

"Yes, I am wearing stockings. Want to see."

"Not just at the moment. Where do you wish to go? Not to a hotel room I bet, not on our first date."

Glenda swallowed and clutched the panic grip with her right hand. "This is not a date."

"Oh indeed, how interesting. Do you have another word for it?"

"It's a...it's a...it's a drive to the supermarket."

"Which is one mile behind us."

Sighing, Glenda said it must be a date. They should park overlooking the park.

"Everyone will see us there. Why not down at Jackson Landing on the river?"

"God no, guys take sex crazy teens down there. You remain on your side of the car and I'll remain on my side and if anyone who knows us sees us they'll know we are just chatting, looking at the ducks."

They parked in a no-parking space.

"Where are we parking here?"

"To avoid anyone parking beside us."

Glenda frowned. "You will be fined."

"You have money, lots of it according to Lisa. Be a lady and pay any fine."

"Very well."

They chatted for a while and then Glenda said, "I hope I'm not boring you."

"No, it's fine. I like watching your mouth move."

Glenda looked at Gene suspiciously. He asked to see the stockings and received a half-hearted display.

"Not good enough. Hitch your skirt around your hips and turn with your back to your door and place your legs on the seat."

"There, is that a better view."

"Yeah, great legs for an old woman."

Glenda asked Gene not to use old or older woman in the same breath as woman when speaking to her, ever.

"Okay, I didn't appreciate you were so sensitive."

Glenda sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Push your foot over here. That's it, thanks. Gene had seen this move in movies a couple of times when guys were successful dealing with hard-to-get dames. He tossed away the shoe and began sucking Glenda's stocking toes.

"What on earth are you doing? Stop it, my foot will be smelly."

"Smells all right to me baby," Gene said with an excessive drawl. "Tastes not unlike pussy."

She laughed and then told him to sit up and behave but Gene keep on sucking and began caressing the back of her calf in long strokes just as the guys in the movies had done. 

Glenda became quiet and Gene heard her sigh and she relaxed and began to wriggle her toes in his mouth. Her breathing became more pronounced.

It was working! "That's enough," he said. "Not a good idea giving you too much of a good thing." He wiped his mouth with his handkerchief and dried her toes as best he could.

"Aw," she complained.

Guys who take the chance get the dame; Gene had often heard guys say that to other guys and not only at the movies. He drew a deep breath. "Push a couple of fingers into your pussy. I will remained buckled up, I promise."

"Ohmigod, you can't ask me to do that. It's obscene."

"You made the rule we are to sit separated. Now just silently congratulate me for being inventive."

"Is this what you make your young women do?"

"Of course not. By now they'd be hunched over my cock attempting to get it down the back of their throats."

"How disgusting."

Gene smiled and said did she think so and Glenda smiled and said perhaps not. She could easily be into that provided she was well warmed up. "I see your point."

Gene looked down and confirmed there was no sign of his erection bursting out.

Without further objection Glenda pulled aside her panties and dipped in a finger and then a second one. When Gene heard a squelch he said to put her fingers in his mouth and leaned towards her.

"Are you sure?" 

When he didn't reply she aimed her dripping fingers at his mouth and watched fascinated and he treated her fingers royally until she sucked in breath and shuddered a little.

"That wasn't at all obscene," she said softly. "For a guy just over twenty you seem to know an awful lot. I felt I was being paid homage."

"In a way I was. With you being prepared to do something completely foreign like that I had to try to honor you courage and display my side of the commitment."

"Commitment?"

"Yes we'll fuck within a few days or weeks unless one of us turns aside. It's inevitable."

"You're young enough to be my adult son."

"Some sons fuck their mothers, er, with consent."

Glenda's body shuddered and she didn't try to hide the fact orgasms were sweeping her body. He stared at her eyes that she knew would have turned large and dark. Inevitable she'd said, "Yes, quite. But don't think you're going to rush me into anything."

They drove home without talking about sex or arranging more meetings. Glenda stepped from the car without being kissed or even touched.

"The neighbors?" he said and she nodded.

"Thank you for being so considerate. Go out the long way because Trevor will drive Lisa home the way we've just come anytime soon. I'll dream about you tonight."

"A wet dream?"

She said without blushing, "Would you like that?"

"Yes please."

"Then a wet dream it will be. Good evening sweet boy."

Gene drove off thinking about driving a big one into her. Potentially it was the most promising fuck since his second one, his first being over so quickly he hadn't realized he'd had it and the babe shouting at him he'd flooded inside her when he was still crowing in his mind about finally getting into a pussy at last, although it had been a painfully tight squeeze.

The thought of Glenda feeding him pussy-slicked fingers almost made him turn around and go back for more. It still seemed unbelievable she'd do that for him, as she said without being warmed up, or if at all. Lisa had inadvertently put the thought into his mind of having ago. She'd told him it was so sad for her mom and she and her father rarely had sex any longer. Her father drank and ate too much and worked under pressure and her mother also suspected there was a long-time girlfriend in the wings. Lisa had said she felt so mean at times knowing her mom knew Lisa was getting it from Gene wherever and whenever she wanted it. Lisa had then joked perhaps she should loan Gene to her mom for a weekend.

Thinking about the situation, Gene resolved not to just bang Glenda one evening and then dump her. He'd feed it to her so long as she remained keen or they were found out. He would then walk away because Lisa was only interested in him as a convenience.  

After showering Gene gingerly touched his balls; they felt tender.

"Playing with yourself in the hallway," Clara laughed, coming out of her room. "Dirty pig."

Gene told his sister he'd been heavily aroused but had not had sex.

"Poor boy, so Lisa is deciding when you'll have sex, is she? You better jerk off straight after dinner to avoid developing blue balls."

At that Gene turned pale as stories about guys being crippled after a severe bout of blue balls were among the strongest of urban legends for males.

After dinner Gene was in his bathroom sweating when there was a knock on the door. 

"Open up, it's Clara."

She immediately wiped his sweating face. "You poor darling, you can't get your motor running. Want to try to come over my breasts."

Gene shrugged.

"All right, I'll lean over the basin and you may shaft me but my clothes are staying on and no groping, right? This is a medicinal fuck."

Clara dropped to her knees, hooked it out and licked it wet. "For fuck sake, Gene, this is almost too big for me."

"Sorry," he said, looking pathetic.

"Oh, come on. Shove it in and try to keep plunging in and out at the same angle. That should minimize stretch and ensure I return to my natural size. Tell me when to squeeze and I'll do that and talk dirty to you. Come quickly Gene because I don't want the folk catching us doing this."

"For fuck sake, grab a towel," Clara hissed as Gene pulled out. "Hasn't Lisa been fucking you properly?"

"Yes, of course. It's just you were so tight when you squeezed and I've never heard anyone pouring out verbal filth like that, even drunken truck drivers."

"My pleasure brother dear," Clara said proudly. "For that ultimate compliment I'll come into your bed before dawn and give you a medicinal follow-up."

Her younger brother said sternly, "You can't do that, as it would be less than honest and be incest."

"Oh yeah. Some other time then," Clara said sadly.

Gene awoke with a boner in the morning and gently pressed his balls. No pain, they were perfect. He woke Clara and said no he hadn't changed his mind he was taken her out to early breakfast. The left a note for their sleeping parents.

At the restaurant Gene swore Clara to secrecy and told her about his upcoming seduction of Mrs Jack.

Clara was beside herself in excitement and said it was the most amazing thing he'd ever told her, though he doubted that. She said it was common knowledge that Glenda Jack was so laidback she was in danger of toppling back off her heels but women assessors in the know judged Glenda Jack as potentially the best fuck of any woman over forty in the city because she had style, moved her ass well and looked as she'd never gotten enough.

"W-what about real women with rampant sexuality in the p-poorer areas of the city," Gene ventured, out to make the point without upsetting his socialite sister. He had in mind a very hot, relatively uneducated working girl with thick, sucking lips bent over a beer barrel, nude below the waist and her thighs clenching and unclenching, moaning the words, "Fuck me, fuck me." Dear Clara was unaware such females existed, but he was aware they existed. 

"God Gene, you are so delectable," Clara sighed, looking at her brother deep in thought and almost open to the soul. "How on earth I have overlooked you is beyond me."

"Life is not all about sex," Gene said with conviction and almost believing it as one day he surely would.

* * *

Gene was all out of ideas on how to keep building a relationship with Glenda. If that didn't happen they were doomed as illicit lovers, adulterers. The superior brain in their relationship maintained the momentum: Glenda began calling him each night around 11:00. They never talked sex, they just talked about themselves as they searched for common understanding and potential compatibility through the gulf of a woman being forty-eight and a guy way back at twenty-two. Gene didn't mind them not talking about hot pussy; he wondered if he was maturing. At twenty-two, get out of here! But he thought there was the gulf in ages, he had to yield and bend. As the weeks went by Gene became aware this was his most patient, the most resolute collaboration he'd ever been involved in to snare pussy, but he didn't mind. In the end it would be worth it, or if it wasn't he'd know he'd tried all-out to capture magic. He knew, in theory, no pussy was worth too much effort but that was not the point. Glenda had initiated by offering him her dripping fingers and in entering the two-way commitment Gene's choice was to act out his part whatever the cost. If they were careful, no one would ever know, but there could be no guarantee.

Gene treasured those phone calls and wondered why the daughter never called him. That was the difference between mother and daughter.

* * *

Destruction of the family occurred so quickly. Selfish and self-serving Lisa triggered it, acting on suspicion. She asked Gene outright, cheeks flaming, "Are you fucking my mother."

He answered honestly, "No."

"I don't believe you."

"That's your choice, I have answered honestly."

"Liar, I never want to see you again. Piss off."

"I'm sorry about that but it's your choice."'

"You are such an asshole. You've never loved me."

"One has to love to be loved."

Lisa began crying and said that was crap. He'd been out to fuck the ass off her and had achieve that and now he wanted her mom's ass."

Lisa's father entered the room, drunk, and asked what was wrong.

"Gene is fucking my mother, your wife."

Trevor, smiling and weaving, asked, "Is that true Gene?"

"No, I deny it absolutely. Never have I had carnal connection with your wife."

Trevor snickered and told Lisa to stop lying. 

She said she wanted Gene out of her life and asked her father to kick him out the door.

"Exactly what is your relationship with my wife Gene?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

"Why you skunk, that means you're playing around with me wife. Out of my house before I throw you out."

"Keep calm Trevor and remember to get your liver and your blood pressure checked."

"Why you upstart, I ought to hurl you through the window."

Although feeling guilty Gene decided to have the last shot: "You're a coward Trevor, you don't stand a chance."

"You fucking motherfucker," Lisa yelled and charged.

Gene fled, escaping unharmed, the kitchen knife flung by the enraged Lisa sticking in the hallway ceiling to cut through cabling and knocking out the lights. By the time he reached his car he had twenty-five yards on her and left her waving her arms and shouting obscenely as he accelerated away, covering her with tire-spinning smoke and stone fragments.

Glenda called on schedule at 11:00.

Feeling disgraced, Gene said emotionally, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay but rather traumatic. Lisa admits pushing the button. I just didn't think it would happen this early. In a way we are all to blame so calm down and don't be a compulsive martyr."

"Thank you. Are you okay?"

"Yes and for someone just lost her family I feel fine, although a little apprehensive about the future."

"Your future is with me."

"Is it? You should consider my terms first. In the meantime I'm safe, in a hotel and will call you tomorrow night, usual time to receive your answers to my ultimatums." 

"Ultimatums? Oh, I'm now the infatuated kid and you are the wise woman. That's it, isn't it? Go one, admit it."

"I regard that as intelligent, mature thinking from someone yet to learn one's own safety and security take on more acute focus as the cocoon of one's youth finally dissolve and the options one is left with become fewer and appear harsher."

"But depending on one's outlook including assessment of risk-taking."

"Oh, very good darling. Now listen carefully as here are the four items I leave with you for reflection. One, you and I live together but we don't have full sex -- by that I mean insertion -- until you graduate. Two, I'll pay all your study fees and general support until you graduate, when I expect you to gradually repay me as you gain the means. Three, you agree with me I throw my family out of my house and I sell it and we never again mention them or that transaction. Four, you may suggest your own conditions tomorrow night. Goodnight darling. I'll call tomorrow night."

"No wait!"

Too late. Glenda had cut the call.

Gene skipped all his classes that day. It wasn't the day he wished to face Lisa anyway. He walked and brooded and spent the afternoon in a bar brooding and almost reacted positively to the flirtatious glances of a clean-looking woman drinking alone who had the decency to wear her wedding rings. She came close as she was leaving and said with a smile, "I guess that is a no?" He smiled and lied saying unfortunately he was nursing a STD and she hurried off, losing her smile.

The urgency of the phone woke Gene at 11:00.

"Did you get drunk?"

"I spent a long time in a bar but avoided drowning my sorrows."

Glenda sighed and said that's exactly what she did after visiting her attorney. "Do you want to chat and then enter negotiations or do that in reverse order?"

"Business first, starting with your list in reverse order."

"Very well, shoot when you're ready."

Gene began nervously. "Number four, I have no conditions other than stating I must finish my degree and point out I'm a student and confirm I am without wealth. So all I can offer you is my body and my companionship."

"Great companionship alone is worth a great deal."

"Thank you. God, this feels so formal, not at all like me. Number three, the deal is off if you toss out your family and remove the roof over their heads. In no way..."

"Darling, a trick question to test your values. I already have instructed my attorney to assign ownership of that property to my husband and am providing generous cash endowments to them. If my husband wishes to marry he must seek the divorce. We married with a prenuptial agreement holding my assets outside the marriage."

Gene said a little sourly, "I can't say I approve of a trick question in negotiations of this importance. However, I admire your generosity and thoroughly approve and point out something you well know. that your husband would not have been dropped into this position had he stood by you, remaining loyal and attentive and I would have only had you kick my ass."

"Well said and thank you. Go on." 

"Two, study fees. Yeah, I need you to totally support me and acknowledge that is an uneven deal, totally in my favor and I will fight you if you refuse any attempt by me to repay you."

"Fine. Now we learn about your attitude toward sexual restraint."

"No way can I agree to any further postponing of full-on sex with you. In all this time I've had only one taste of the honey pot and I've worn that and shown unbelievable patience, I believe."

"Well said and now answer me this. "Do you wish to remain at your present college?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish to remain living in this city?"

"Yes."

"Is it your choice to live with me in a house or an apartment?"

"An apartment and I think you should find work to broaden your outside interest and widen your circle of friends."

"Well then, I'll begin looking for some apartments tomorrow and end up with say five to view with you, more if you wish."

"No, make it three. So you are dropping condition Number One?"

"Yes, I guess it was foolish thinking. I wanted you to concentrate on completing your studies with distinction. You can come to the hotel now and ravish me, if that's your wish."

CHAPTER 3

The hurt of abandoning her family was over-run by building excitement as Glenda prepared for the coming of her young man. An orgy of coming, she giggled -- well, as close to a giggle any woman aged forty-three could manage. That play on the word 'coming' only increased her excitement.

Glenda had always had a healthy interest in sex, more than a healthy interest according to her mother. The interest had never waned but sexual activity had within her marriage. She'd usually had one or two quite relationships a year in recent years, taking care to avoid entanglements and the tennis club was great for that. It was easy to walk outside with a usually married guy during the Saturday night dinner-dance and bang away, and then at mixed doubles next day he'd communicate with her like a clergyman.




Lisa Jack's Mom



She was one of those women -- rare she believed -- who didn't rush to the bathroom immediately after being fucked to shower and scrub. Indeed, she was quite happy to rest covered in drying secretions on smelly sheets beside a sweaty guy and absolutely loved hearing him rabbit on about the things he intended doing next, given sufficient revival time. The smells of sex were all part of the big picture -- sanitize sex and one could say goodbye to the aftermath of lust one experienced as one's body slowly recuperated and the rocketing blood flow eased back. 

Sex was the only way, according to Glenda, that a woman could legally beat a man into complete submission, unless he was a wimp. And why would a woman want to dominate a man, even briefly? Well, wimpy women wouldn't have a clue but athletic, competitive women knew -- it was all part of combative challenge, the quest to display ultimate strength. Some women regarded having sex was simply providing service to a man to allow him to get his nuts off. Yuk, how gross, she smiled. Her competitive objective was to attempt to thrust a guy's nuts up his ass with her bangs while he assumed he was in charge and his objective was to smash into her cervix without knowing why. Men fucked women mostly because it was a game and because they got something out of it, emotionally. Many women thought pathetically the guy was ramming her because he loved her, and some would, but how many was some? Yes, quite.

Glenda finished stroking her body while perfuming it. She'd called her boy lover after having a long bath and now was ready for him, dressed in a fluffy robe and slippers, her pussy throbbing in anticipation of the invasion of fingers. After her appraisal of women and sex she felt supreme and ready for the big event. Then doorbell of her suite chimed and panic began to chase away confidence.

Glenda felt the color had gone from her face as she opened the door to a boyish smile and big, fat white teeth. God, wasn't he simply delicious. They kissed and she felt a few sparks that really fired as their tongue tips touched and then her knees lost strength as his fingers wandered over her breast.

"Come in, come in darling young man," she cooed, attempting to boost up the welcome without becoming overly obvious. But it was no use; her mood was plummeting.

Glenda virtually pushed her nervous young buddy into the room as she closed the door and turned, resting back against it.

"Gene, please stay where you are and listen. I am apprehensive about being able to satisfy you sexually. I'm forty-three, a maturing woman, whereas you are a young buck at your prime. You won't find me with blemish-free skin and as smooth skin as you are used to in young women. My breasts have developed this terrible sag and I have the start of a half-decent belly roll. My thighs are thickening..."

"Are you nervous?"

"What?"

"You are talking to me as if I am mentally deficient and incapable of modifying expectations."

"Excuse me?"

"Your mind has cut back into first gear, allowing it to be over-run by negatives. It was kind of you to attempt to lower my expectations but with me being a guy you must have known my focus is on getting some good shots away, Sure, I'll notice you and talk to you and say some sweet things to you but from you I'll be eager to find if you'll be playful, move your ass well and appear to be enjoying yourself."

Glenda shrugged, remembering at grade school being promoted and being the youngest kid in the room. Almost with alarm she watched Gene take three strides and grab the lapels of her robe and look at her. She swallowed and nodded. He pulled the robe open looked at her tits and laughed.

"Call that droop -- they are holding up as real beauties for your age." He pushed them right down against her diaphragm. "Mom's sit like this."

Glenda boggled but didn't ask how did he know that.

He pulled at her tummy roll and laughed, saying the roll over the head of his dick when slack was proportionately twice as large as that.

She screamed with laughter, feeling her tension ebb.

"That's better. Now are your ready to present me with a fat, blood engorged pussy to suck and to slip me a taste of honey?"

"Yes," she said, knowing that came out more like a croak. She pulled apart her legs and spread her lips for him and sighed as he dropped to his knees and she felt his tongue flutter. She stopped biting her lip and smiled when she heard him mutter something. She was sure he'd said he was in heaven.

They fucked lustily on the floor, he coming twice -- the first time the over-excited young guy came far too early -- and then she shuddered and screamed and really creamed, much to his delight.

They lay back on the bed, sipping cold chocolate drinks she'd had brought up earlier.

"You have a big cock and huge balls for one so young."

He improvised. "They are hereditary through my paternal family line but I assure you the come is freshly generated and that reminds me. Why aren't you rushing off to shower off the sweat and our combined goo?"

"Don't talk about the deposits like that. They are evidence of the fruits and labor of sex and should be admired rather than despised. I would like you to consider thinking of them as worthy substances because of the way in which they were generated."

Glenda saw his eyes darken and knew what this was about. She opened her legs a little wider and he slipped in a finger and then a second.

She sighed, looking at him intently and so relaxed. She hoped she looked beautiful to him.

Gene bent over and licked both her eyes. That was good but she would have much preferred butterfly kisses. He'd learn.

He said, looking at her almost reverently, "I admire you so much and look forward to a great, long journey learning so much from you and sharing with you, and that's only talking about sex."

Glenda jerked and wet his fingers, much too early. It didn't matter. There was more where that came from which was just as well as they were in for a long night. He appeared to have the horsepower she needed.

THE END