****** Mrs Jones by Henry G ******
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Mrs Jones


This story reflects a fantasy that I (and I guess many other men) have about
having sex with a much older woman. It is complete fiction. I have read
elsewhere about the "deep throat" technique I describe in the story but don't
know if full penetration that way is feasible. (my wife can manage it that way
up to a point but the gag reflex is a problem) Even if itÕs not physically
possible, it sounds like it would be fun. Perhaps readers can comment.
(Henrycom1@hotmail.com)


Back in 1951 my family lived in a small terraced "two up two down" in
Whitechapel, London. My father was a driver on the railway working all hours on
a cold, filthy footplate to earn a pittance. My mother earned a small amount
doing washing for neighbours. Although our income was small my parents were
loving and managed to provide a happy and warm, albeit small home. My sister
aged 14 was a normal pesky child and then there was me. I was 15. Most people
said I was big for my age. Although I was six foot tall I was as thin as a
rake. I was a normal lad for that age with excessive amounts of testosterone
flowing through my veins and a constant preoccupation with sex.

In keeping with my height I was well endowed in the genital region with a
healthy cock capable of a good nine inches when fully stiff. My main problem
was the lack of opportunity to use it. The local "bike", an accommodating young
girl called Sadie had shown me her tits and cunt and given me a blow job for a
small sum but had refused to give me a shag. Although she was only 15 she was
well developed the sight of her significant breasts and hairy genitals did
little to lessen my frustrations.

I was a member of the local boy scouts troop and during that summer we had been
instructed to visit each house in our street offering to do jobs to help out
the householders. I had soon pretty well visited each house doing an excessive
amount of window cleaning and gardening. There remained one house to be
visited, our next door neighbour Mrs Jones. Mrs Jones was considered by most in
the street to be the local slut. She lived in an ill-kept house and was a very
ill-tempered lady. She always ready to curse people passing by and the local
kids responded by shouting at her and throwing stones. Rumour had it that her
husband, a sailor, had died when his ship was torpedoed in the North Atlantic.
They had no children and Mrs Jones had gone on the game to keep herself and pay
the rent.

It was with great trepidation one day that I knocked on her door. She answered
it and I explained that I would do any odd jobs she had. She eyed me up in my
boys scout uniform and shorts with disdain and I half expected her to send me
packing with a stream of abuse. She was a short and fat woman of around 50
years old. She had the most enormous tits I had seen. They spread out and down
her belly straining against the old flower print dress she wore. I guessed she
wore no bra and imagined she would have a job finding one her size. On her feet
she wore old grey socks and battered slippers. Due to the heat she had wide
dark wet areas of sweat on her skirt below her arm pits and she exuded a strong
smell of unwashed body. After a moment she curtly told me to go into the house.

"You better come in.", she rasped in a querulous voice. Inside the house was
gloomy and had an indefinable smell of neglect. To my surprise the house was
quite tidy, it just seemed somehow ill-cleaned.

Before proceeding, I should perhaps explain what a "two up two down" is. As you
walk into the house you enter the living room. It also contains a large fire
range used for cooking and heating. Off this room is a small room with a sink
and pantry. Upstairs there are two bedrooms. Mrs Jones had put a bed in the
living room, I assume to minimise the amount of heating. The toilet is outside
around the back of the house.

Mrs Jones set me to work carrying out some simple repairs. One or two of her
windows had been broken by stones thrown by local kids. I set about covering
these with sheets of thin wood from an old tea chest. As I did this Mrs Jones
sat in the single chair in the room silently watching me.

When I had done she said that she had no money to pay me but could perhaps pay
me in some other way. As she said this she ran her hand over my backside. In
spite of her smell and generally dirty appearance I felt my cock stiffen. She
noticed this and unfastened my shorts. She muttered approvingly at my now fully
erect cock and gave it a stroke. After a moment she stopped and pulled off her
dress. Underneath she was naked except for a pair of old panties. Although
originally white these panties were now a light grey and looked as though she
had worn them for weeks. She peeled these off and threw them on the bed. It was
impossible to see between her legs as her obese belly sagged down almost
touching her upper thighs. In turn her immense breasts sagged down to her
navel. "Remove your pants," she ordered me as she removed her false teeth. She
kissed me full on the mouth her lips opening and her tongue pushing into mine.
It rather felt like kissing a bulldog - if you can imagine that. I did however
find the kiss arousing and that with her firm rubbing of my cock started my
blood boiling.

She must have sensed my excitement because she lay down on her bed pulling me
with her. As she spread her legs I was assaulted from a strong fishy sort of
smell from between her legs. I couldn't imagine when she had last had a bath.
Nestled between her bloated thighs was a huge mass of black hair and her gaping
cunt. Sadie's cunt had been small and cute, Mrs Jones' was a huge opening with
large fleshy lips. She guided my cock to her cunt and I pushed forward. Due to
the wetness of her cunt and its size I slid easily into her right up to the
hilt. Apart from sucking in a deep breath as I slid in Mrs Jones didn't really
react to my cock. I lay on her feeling her huge soft breasts press against me.
She lifted her arms up behind her head and I saw and smelt her heavily hirsute
armpits. She reeked of body odour. Much to my amazement I felt a further surge
of lust and I began thrusting hard and deeply into her. I looked up during my
thrustings to see Mrs Jones staring blankly at the ceiling with no sign of
enjoyment or arousal. I doubled my efforts until with a surge like I had never
felt before I ejaculated into her.

I collapsed weakly onto her and in what was a fit of incredible gratitude
gabbled my thanks and hugging her told her I loved her. Of course I know now
that I didn't love her then but with the emotional impact of my first sexual
intercourse I wasn't thinking straight. I felt Mrs Jones put her arms around me
and hug me hard. I looked at her face and was astonished to see tears streaming
down it. I kissed her hard. "Was that your first time?" she whispered. I
nodded. "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

We lay there for some time until I realised that it was close to my tea time. I
got up and dressed feeling a little guilty about leaving. Mrs Jones spoke "I
may have some jobs for you tomorrow if you want to call."

I got home just as mum was setting tea. "You look flushed," she observed.

"I've been working hard," came my reply.

"Well go and get washed, teaÕs ready."

The next day I knocked again at Mrs Jones' house. As she let me in I realised
that she was wearing a different dress and she no longer smelt. "Come in, I
want to talk to you." she said. She sat in the chair and I on the bed. "I want
to explain why I did what I did yesterday," she began.

She explained how she had been married to a stoker in the merchant navy before
the second war. She was six months pregnant when his ship had been torpedoed in
the North Atlantic by a German U boat and he had drowned. She gave birth to a
son and struggled to keep him for six months. She realised that she didn't have
sufficient money to raise him and she had been forced to offer him up for
adoption. With the loss of both her husband and her son she had lost all
interest in herself and had become a prostitute in the London docks area simply
to survive. This was a notoriously dangerous place where most prostitutes were
misused and a few lost their lives. They had to perform all manner of appalling
acts for little money. She had continued this until 1948 when after a
particularly severe beating she realised that she could not continue and
survive. She had no self esteem leading her to the neglected life-style she now
lead.

She had first seen her giving me sex as a simply way of repaying the work I had
done and normally she would had left it at that. My reaction to the sex and her
realisation that I was a virgin had struck a chord and she had began to ponder
on the child she had and lost and how he might under other circumstances have
been me. This had shaken her emotionally out of the rut and attitude she was
in. She asked if we could continue to be friends and to help each other.

I was flabbergasted. I was a pretty easy going sort of kid and would normally
do anything to help out. I could see that Mrs Jones was really a lonely and
frightened lady who resorted to an aggressive attitude as a facade. I was
really getting to like her and was quite content to be her friend. I explained
that I would be happy to call in and do odd jobs as a friend but I was not
prepared to act as a surrogate son. She smiled and appeared relieved.

I spent the morning helping with a thorough spring clean in the house. As I
left for lunch Mrs Jones asked me return later as she had a special gift for
me. As we sat eating lunch mum asked me what I had been doing. She seemed
surprised when I explained that I had been helping Mrs Jones. She was however
pleased that I was being helpful and not getting into trouble.

As I went into Mrs Jones' house she was sat on the bed. "Sit here by me," she
asked. "Henry, I would like to do you a very special service but I must have
you promise that you will do exactly what I say without fail. What I want to do
can be very dangerous for me and I must be able to trust you." I agreed.

Mrs Jones undressed herself and then me. She began gently to lick and suck on
my cock. Quickly it became fully erect. She took each of my balls fully into
her mouth and sucked and licked at my sensitive scrotum. She stopped and spoke.
"I am going to lay down on my back with my head back. When I tell you put your
cock into my mouth. You must not push in any way. If you do you might damage my
throat or worse. Understand?" I nodded.

She lay on her back on the bed letting her head hang over the edge so her eyes
looked back at by groin. By angling her head right back she formed a straight
path from her mouth down her throat. "Put you cock in my mouth but don't push.
Tell me when you are about to come." she said. As my cock entered her mouth she
reached back and put her hands on my buttocks. She then gently pressed me
towards her. As my cock entered her mouth she swallowing easing me in. As my
cock touched the back of her throat she gagged slightly and stopped. Once she
had the gag reflex under control she continued to ease me in. My cockhead
entered the tight passage of her throat. Soon my cock was fully in her mouth
and down her throat and my balls pressed against her nose. I realised that she
could only breathe through her nose and that even then the air supply was
limited. Any attempt by me to push would close that supply off.

Slowly she eased me in and out an inch swallowing all the while. The rippling
of her throat muscles and her toothless gums rubbing were delicious. The hot,
tight, wetness of her mouth and throat were unbelievable. I felt a familiar
pressure build up and I shouted that I was coming. Mrs Jones quickly eased my
cock out an inch and stopped. As jet after jet of semen jetted out my cock she
swallowed. I really don't know how she managed it without choking.

She eased my shrinking cock out and we lay on the bed. "It took me a very long
time to learn the control to do that. I have only trusted two men sufficiently
to do it." she explained. I felt rather proud to be called a man.

I did feel rather guilty. Twice she had brought me to orgasm and I needed to do
this same for her. "What can I do for you?" I asked. She replied that her life
as a prostitute meant that she was no longer able to have an orgasm through
normal vaginal intercourse. She could however "come off" from cunnilingus and
anal sex. She wanted to reserve anal sex for another day but would love to
teach me how to "give head".

She spread her legs and I moved down between them. Unlike the day before there
was no overpowering smell. I could detect a mixture of smells, sweat, piss and
some other musky smell which combined to excite me but the smell was not
extreme. Her crotch was a mass of dark moist hair. I could see her open vagina
surrounded by her fleshy lips. She reached down pressed on her hooded clit
pushing it forward. "Kiss me here," she asked. I kissed her clit and then
sucked it gently into my mouth. Mrs Jones moaned and put hands behind my head
pressing me against her. She bucked her hips pushing her clit in and out of my
mouth.

I could sense a growing moisture from her vagina and moved down to lick her
there. I ran my tongue inside her lips tasting the flooding fluids. Mrs Jones
sensed my desire to explore and pulled her lips apart. I was now free to lick
her gaping vagina and press my face in getting it wet with her juices. I could
see a small hole where I guessed she pissed from. I nudged the tip of my tongue
into the hole and Mrs Jones gave a leap as though a small electric shock had
passed through her. At the same time a small jet of pee came spurted out over
my tongue. Rather than being revolted I loved the sour/salt taste. I licked and
poked more at the hole and was rewarded more squirts.

"Are you thirsty?" Mrs Jones asked. I answered by pressing my lips against her
tiny opening. I was rewarded with a larger jet of pee which filled my mouth She
stopped pissing for time to time to allow me to swallow. All too soon she
finished and I resumed my licking.

I realised that I had the greatest effect when sucking on her clit so that was
where I returned. As I began to suck on it her hips began to buck. The more she
bucked and pushed the harder I sucked. Her moans became louder and became
interspersed with short cries. With a massive spasm she pulled me hard against
her pressing my upper lip so hard against her pubic bone that it actually hurt.
Then she relaxed. I moved up beside her, her face was flushed and there was a
pink flush down her neck and over her breasts. For the first time I really
noticed her nipples. They must have been over five inches across but what
amazed me was that they were stiff and erect with the centre protruding at
least an inch.

Finally she spoke. "Thank you, that is the first real orgasm I've had since
before my husband died." I felt ten foot tall, a man of the world who knew how
to satisfy a woman.

I must have dozed off because I awoke with a start an hour or so later. Mrs
Jones was sleeping soundly lying on her stomach with her legs apart. Feeling a
little nosy I moved between her legs and peered between her enormous buttocks.
I gently eased them apart to see her anus. It was the first anus I had ever
seen and I found the sight quite intriguing. The area around her anus was a
brownish colour. In the centre was the opening to her anus, a sort of star
shaped hole. Her anus was slightly open. I bent forward so I could smell her.
Again I smelt a musky smell although this time there was a smell of shit. My
timing couldn't have been worse because she chose that very moment to fart. The
hot smelly gas hit my face. Instead of being revolted I felt my cock stiffen. I
was finding out some strange truths about myself and the erotic effect that
certain nasty smells had on me.

Unable to contain myself I licked her anus. Wow, such a taste. Sweatiness, the
taste of her vaginal juices and a bitterness. I licked gently and was rewarded
by Mrs Jones moaning slightly and spreading her legs further. Her anus relaxed
slightly and I found my tongue entering her. The more I licked the more she
opened. I found small bitter deposits which with some shock I found to be shit.

"You can fuck me there if you want," Mrs Jones spoke sleepily. I rubbed my cock
against her anus letting my juices moisten her. I pushed forward. "Gently now,
it hurts a little" she spoke. I eased bank and forth feeling her muscle moisten
and relax. As I pushed she pushed against me and suddenly I was in. Taking my
time I eased my full length in. "Ohhh that fills me up nicely," came a
satisfied reply.

Slowly we built up tempo, each pushing harder and faster. I heard Mrs Jones
panting faster matching my labouring breaths. The sensation was exquisite and
all too quickly we both climaxed.

As the long summer holiday went by I called to see Mrs Jones every day. Our
friendship deepened and we became lovers as well as friends. We found many ways
to satisfy each other and my sexual education progressed by leaps and bounds.
Mrs Jones blossomed and found her self respect. Her house became clean and well
maintained, she stopped being reclusive and became friendlier to the
neighbours. In return the neighbourhood warmed to her and she gradually became
integrated into society.

Three years later I gained a scholarship and went to University. I saw less of
Mrs Jones although I would still visit during the vacation, that is until mid
way through my third year when she suddenly fell ill. Within weeks she had died
from inoperable cancer. My mother was present when she died and told me later
that even when in great pain she had a certain serenity. I was sad, I wept, I
regretted her passing but I rejoiced in our friendship. She had been my closest
buddy, my teacher. She had eased me from shy adolescence into a manhood.

I like to think that maybe it had been me who had made her final years happy. I
do believe that we both gained from our friendship. I gained an experience and
maturity which served me well in adulthood. She regained her self respect, love
and standing in society which had been snatched from her. In a sense she had
also regained her son.