****** Selinde's Lovers by Ella Jean Chadwicke ******
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Selinde's Lovers


Chapter 1

Selinde watched as Jeff, (short for Jefferson), sat the vase down carefully on
the clear glass tabletop for her. Thrilled beyond words by her find, the 4
hours she had stood waiting patiently for the auctioneer to get to it was well
worth the wait.

In fact, she would have waited longer if necessary. It wasn't everyday a
'Thomas Doubleday' piece was offered for sale. Hand blown and fired using
secret techniques he took to his grave with him, 'Thomas Doubleday' had been
spectacularly successful in crafting glass vases having a singular design yet
remained unique in their simplicity.

Jeff watched as his mom walked slowly around the table to take in all its glory
from every possible angle as she congratulated herself shamelessly with a
satisfied smile on her face.

He loved it when his mom was happy. She was so beautiful and trim for a woman
just 63.

His mother's biological clock had been winding down when she met Jeff's father.
Selinde Morgan Marchand had virtually given up the idea of getting married.

On her 31st birthday, a few friends along with her brothers and their wives had
thrown her a surprise birthday party.

As luck would have it, Selinde's future husband had entered the restaurant
because it was near his hotel suite and boasted tables large enough to spread
his engineering drawings on while he ate.

Cesaen, ('Say Shown'), Holt MacGregor loved resolving the problems he
encountered as he supervised the construction of his section of the expressway
through the mountains of West Virginia and Pennsylvania.

His bosses were particularly pleased Cesaen had built the 35 mile corridor on
time and under budget. Now all that remained was to add the finishing touches
then Cesaen would be moving on to a job in India his company had just captured
a contract for construction!.

Looking at the drawings on the table as he sipped a cup of coffee, he looked up
to see a bear of a man standing by his table with a big smile on his face.

Cesaen smiled as the man jovially asked him if he liked birthday cake. Cesaen
stood as he replied, "Heck yeah! I love birthday cake!" as they shook hands and
introduced themselves.

The man gestured towards the group sitting behind him several tables away and
invited Cesaen to join them for a wedge of cake and ice cream.

It was then Cesaen saw Selinde. She was beautiful as her sensuality seemed to
be a natural part of her personae. At 6' 5" and 230 lb., Cesaen was just a tad
over 11" taller than Selinde but what captured Cesaen's attention about her was
the expression in her eyes.

As she looked at him, he felt as if he was falling down a well into an
underground pool of some mythical paradise.

Selinde was wearing one of those businesswoman's suits that were so popular in
those days. Her svelte form prompted a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach
no woman had ever given him before.

Cesaen stood politely as Selinde's brother Henry introduced him to the
gathering saving Selinde for last.

Walking Cesaen around the table to where Selinde sat, Henry bowed slightly and
said, "Selinde, I would like to introduce Mr. Cesaen MacGregor, Cesaen, I would
like for you to meet my sister, Selinde Marchand!"

Selinde offered her hand to Cesaen who raised it gracefully to his lips,
touching it lightly before saying, "My pleasure Miss Marchand!"

Henry pushed a chair beside Selinde for Cesaen to be seated and before they
knew it, nearly everyone had left after several rounds of goodbyes.

Quiet settled on them as Selinde looked at Cesaen's handsome profile. Softly,
Cesaen explained he was being transferred to India soon to superintend the
construction of a hydroelectric dam for the Indian government.

Selinde's heartbeat escalated when she heard him say he would be gone for at
least 10 years before he would be able to come back to the states.

"My! That's a long time to leave your friends and family Cesaen!" she opined as
her mind raced to find the right words to tell him she had feelings for him
that were quite unexpected.

Cesaen turned to look into her eyes as he said, "Yes I know, but up until I met
you, It wasn't a problem for me."

Selinde gasped at his words as she blurted, "Whatever do you mean?"

Cesaen smiled and said, "Well I know this may sound strange to you. But..."
Pausing as he searched for the right words, he ventured, "I really think I will
miss you too much to go!"

Laughing softly, Selinde replied, "Goodness, you surely do know the right lines
Mr. MacGregor!"

Watching as he blushed furiously, Selinde tempered her previous remark by
saying, "I was joking Cesaen. I don't want you to leave and I know I'll miss
you too much for you to go!"


Chapter 2

Wordlessly the couple made ready to leave after Cesaen rolled up his drawings
and returned them to their cardboard tubes.

Selinde wasn't the type of woman to indulge in 'one night stands'. In point of
fact, she hadn't been intimate with any man except for Richard before they had
a falling out and parted company.

Most of the disagreement between her and Richard had been her beliefs about
premarital sex.

Once she had relented and given herself to him against her better judgment,
Richard's treatment of her took on overtones she had fretted about and the loss
of self-respect for herself became a burden too heavy to bear.

Since Richard had gone from her life, he had married and divorced twice.
Selinde felt justified she had drawn the line in the sand for him and was
grateful Richard had been unwilling to cross it.

This time though, she was strangely lacking in reluctance to enter into an
affair. Even though they had met but a few hours earlier, she felt comfortable
and wanted to be with Cesaen regardless of the consequences.

Cesaen quietly unlocked the door to his suite of rooms the company provided for
him. Selinde was awed by the fact he had his work in nearly every room. Cesaen
busied himself picking up clothing he had strewn over the bed and chairs in the
small drawing room.

Selinde couldn't help but smile at the thought he needed someone to take care
of him. As precise as he was in his work if his drawings were any indication,
his personal habits left a great deal to be desired.

Cesaen felt his heartbeat in his temple as Selinde made herself comfortable.
For the first time he dwelt on the physical attributes she possessed and her
jutting breasts hidden partially by the jacket were obviously not in need of
much in the way of support. Removing her tie and loosening the top two buttons
of her blouse, Selinde watched as Cesaen prepared a drink for them. Taking the
glass he offered, she smiled as she asked, "Is it OK to remove my shoes? My
feet need fresh air!"

Looking down at her, Cesaen nodded and replied, "Sure, make yourself
comfortable!"

Cesaen sat down on the floor beside her chair and took her hand in his. Quietly
the two sat lost in their own thoughts.

Selinde stood after a few moments as Cesaen scrambled to do likewise. Slowly
she walked towards the bedroom as Cesaen quietly followed behind.

Turning to smile at him, she loosened a few more buttons of her blouse as
Cesaen watched carefully. Selinde spoke in measured tones as she spoke softly,
"Cesaen, I'm not the type of woman that does one night stands. I've only been
intimate once before and the result was humiliating to me. I can't explain it,
but I want to make love to you and I hope you don't think too little of me for
my weakness."

Cesaen stood quietly for a few moments then replied, "I understand what you
mean. I wanted you nearly from the first moment I saw you. I've never believed
in love at first sight, but now I wonder!"

Selinde continued disrobing as he spoke. Removing her blouse, she heard a sharp
intake of breath as her bra clad breasts came into view. Cesaen trembled as she
reached behind her back to release the hooks of her bra and as the bra straps
fell down her upper arms, Cesaen's heart started racing as if he had run the
mile in 4 minutes flat.


Chapter 3

Selinde's breasts were firm and full having little, if any sag. Her aureole was
near perfectly round as her nipples hardened to resemble large raspberries
ready to pluck as she felt Cesaen's eyes on her.

Her stomach was flat down to her abdomen which had just a hint of a roundness
above her mound. As she pushed her slacks down over her hips, Cesaen saw she
was wearing thong panties with a panel barely covering her abundant thatch of
pubic hair.

Pushing her slacks down to step out of them, Cesaen's eyes widened as she bent
down to retrieve them showing her buttock rounded and flowing into thighs below
as her crinkled hole winked at him from either side of the string running
through her secret place.

The crease between buttock and thigh was pronounced but no sag of her cheeks or
cellulite was observed by him as the muscles in her thighs and calves moved as
she raised each foot behind her to remove her shoes.

Turning her back to him, she stepped towards a large storage container by his
bed to lay her garments neatly on top.

Turning gracefully back to face him, she sat down and lay back on the bedspread
he was grateful he had tidied up that morning. The housekeeper was due in
Monday to clean and organize his belongings as he and she had discussed, but
yesterday had been her day off so Cesaen had made the bed for some abstract
reason he couldn't recall.

Lying languorously waiting, Selinde watched as Cesaen removed his clothing. It
was her turn to gasp as she saw the muscular rippling of his body as he moved
to disrobe only to gasp again as he removed his boxer shorts.

"Oh lord!" she thought as she saw his hardening cock rising as he moved towards
her. Her mind was awhirl as she mentally calculated the length and diameter of
his manhood, "It must be at least 9" long and as thick as my wrist!" she
guessed silently.

Cesaen lay down beside her as she turned to face him. Taking her face in his
hand, he softly kissed her lips and pulled her encouragingly towards himself.

Selinde eagerly kissed him and snuggled closer as the kiss lengthened and grew
more intense moment by moment.

She found herself flowing over him to sit astride him as they kissed with
intertwined tongues. Releasing her lips to dip his head to her breasts, Cesaen
took each in turn to suckle and kiss as Selinde trembled rapturously at his
touch.

Selinde rose up to steady herself with one hand on his left shoulder as she
reached down to take his hard cock in her hand and position it at her portal.
Stroking it lightly, she passed her thumb over the tiny hole in the end to find
pre-cum oozing copiously from within.

Carefully lowering herself, she felt as if she was sitting on someone's elbow
for a moment. Nearly giggling at the thought. Cesaen saw the thought as it
crossed her face and smilingly asked, "What?"

Selinde did giggle then prompting Cesaen to repeat the question, "What???"

Selinde composed herself and answered, "Well your used to this gigantic thing
you carry around with you. To me, it's as big as someone's elbow!"

Chuckling at her comparison, Cesaen remarked, "Oh you'll get used to it, soon
you'll be looking around for a larger one to satisfy you!" he teased.

Selinde removed her hand from his shoulder and slapping his cheek lightly,
disapproving of his remark to say, "Oh you! Now Hush!"

After many moments of intense concentration, Selinde managed to get half of it
inside her and was beginning to enjoy the feeling of fullness it gave her.
Cesaen had lain still for about as long as he could stand. His hips began
thrusting his penis inside her as it continued to expand unmercifully it seemed
to her.

Panting and softly grunting as he thrust inside, she wiped perspiration from
her upper lip and exclaimed, "Honey you're a lot to bargain for. I hope you
don't need it more than once or twice a day!"

Cesaen chuckled once again and allowed, "Oh I don't know, I could probably get
by on maybe a half dozen or so!"

Selinde's vagina was beginning to relax and allow more of his cock to enter,
soon he was able to touch bottom as orgasm began to wind up like a coil spring
in her stomach and thighs. Cesaen raised his head to offer his lips to her
breasts as she acquiesced and leaned forward to feel his lips and tongue suckle
them.

Soon the two lovers felt the onset of orgasm begin to possess them. By now,
Selinde had provided enough lubricant for Cesaen's cock to move freely although
snugly in and out.

Straining as she moaned and grunted softly as he plunged inside her, Selinde
felt a deep cum rising up from her depths to inundate Cesaen's cock as she
moaned in pleasure. Cesaen increased the tempo as she came to press for his own
orgasm and in so doing, felt Selinde's vaginal lips press hard on the base of
his cock.

Suddenly sweet release bubbled up from his tiny slit to throw long ropy strands
of cum inside her hungry vagina. Ejaculating furiously, Cesaen felt Selinde
press his steel hard cock urgently against her bottom as she rapidly short
stroked him while he came.

When she had milked his cock for all he was capable of producing, she fell
forward to press her breasts against his chest and pant breathlessly for a few
moments as she caught her breath.

Lying quietly as they rested, Cesaen's cock which had been softening, returned
to expanding as he pressed her to roll over on her back. Rolling with her, he
pushed against her pubes and as she came to rest on her back, rose up on his
knees to lift her butt in his hands as he resumed plunging inside her quim.

As Selinde looked up at his handsome face reflecting the effort of his thrusts,
it felt wonderful to know he was able to satisfy her as no other.


Chapter 4

Marriage, family, responsibility, wealth, and all the trappings of a civilized
life blessed Selinde and Cesaen throughout his life. Selinde had loved
traveling and following him halfway around the world to India to build dams,
highways, and other structures of a growing country.

The turning point in their life had been the successful bidding on United
States contracts for airports and associated structures.

Promoted to Vice-president and Director of international operations, Cesaen was
a working executive who delegated freely, but kept a hands on approach to
management.

Selinde settled down to raising their two sons and found contentment in his
arms although he was seldom home to cuddle her was contented to care for their
home and properties.

At last the day came he was to retire and they were to move back to the states.
A celebration was held at world headquarters of Mercer, Bentley, and MacGregor,
Limited.

Their sons had grown and moved away to attend college, Jeff became an attorney
and Mark attended aeronautical engineering at Embry-Riddle Technical Institute
located in Florida.

Jeff had found a position with a prestigious law firm in Memphis and Mark was
Captain for British Airways flying inter-continental Concords. Both men had
found and married beautiful women whom Selinde and Cesaen found to be wonderful
daughters in law.

Soon grandchildren began arriving and Selinde stayed busy keeping track of
where she was going to spend time and with whom.

It was on a trip home from Memphis she received word Cesaen was very ill.
Rushing home to be by his side, she arrived a few hours after he had passed
away.

Sitting in her kitchen and listening to the muffled sounds of the TV sitting on
the breakfast nook table, Selinde cried for her loss. Jeff and Mark and their
families would arrive soon, but in the meantime she felt truly miserable and
alone.

The next day both sons and their families arrived to take over for her and make
arrangements and prepare for the funeral.

Jeff's wife Cathy and her daughter Melinda sat down and began reading aloud the
unbelievable amount of telegrams, cards, and letters that had arrived over the
last 3 days. Selinde's heart was touched by the warm words most had written to
express their sympathy and sense of loss of her husband.

Mark's son Morgan helped since he was the oldest of the three boys in the
family. Jeff and Cathy's sons Holt and Cesaen II sat quietly listening as each
took turns reading.

The next 5 days were difficult to say the least, but having her family with her
lessened the pain and her heart though weary and torn by her husband's death
remained vibrant and hopeful.


Chapter 5

Mark and his wife Beverly, asked Selinde to let Morgan remain with her for a
few days in case she needed help at some point. A big boy for age 12, Morgan
stood nearly as tall as his father at over 6' 2".

Morgan was thin as a rail. Jokingly, Selinde told his parents she intended to
fatten him up a bit before she sent him home to them. Beverly laughed and told
her to try but not to be disappointed at failing.

Morgan piped up and said, "Grandmother, Mom makes me eat all kinds of stuff to
make me gain weight. I'll settle for fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and white
chicken gravy the way you fix it!"

Beverly pretended to have her feelings hurt and wiped pretend tears as Morgan
dwarfed her to give her a hug and pat her back to say he was sorry to have hurt
her feelings.

Grandmother and Grandson watched as the family left to return to their lives.
Morgan put his arms around her shoulders and said, "OK Grandma, let's raid the
fridge and fill this hollow stomach of mine."

Laughing softly, Selinde replied, "I hope there's enough for you. We need to
make a run to the supermarket tomorrow and stock up on a few things. You just
put what you like in the bascart and we'll bring it home!"



Sitting in front of the TV, Morgan and Selinde drifted off to sleep to jerk
awake a few minutes later. Finally realizing they were losing the battle to
stay awake and watch the movie, Selinde kissed Morgan and went to bed.

Waking refreshed and needing coffee, Selinde put on her houserobe and repaired
to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. Checking her wrist, she saw it was 6:
30, time enough to take a shower while the coffee maker did it's job.

As she walked into the bathroom, she turned to close the door and hang her robe
on the hook fastened to the inside of the door.

Humming as she adjusted the water to her liking, she glanced in the full length
mirror to see her form reflected. "Humm!" she thought, "Not bad for an old
woman!" she judged as she looked herself up and down.

Selinde had one of those bodies women the world over worked and sweated for. At
age 63, her body was as firm and unblemished as a woman half her age.

She had a few laugh wrinkles, but the rest of her face was remarkably smooth.
Her breasts were still firm and though they understandably sagged a little and
gotten much larger as she grew older, the queenly way they still jutted from
her chest gave her satisfaction.

Her stomach had a few stretch marks but was firm although a bit more rounded
these days. Her butt was still pearshaped and the thighs and calves still
remained firm and muscular.

Finishing her bath, she put on her robe to go to the kitchen for a sip of
coffee before she dressed. The sun had burst through the clouds to light up the
kitchen as she stood in front of the French doors looking out over the lawn and
her flower gardens.

Shading her eyes from the morning sun, she noticed a big cat moving stealthily
through her rose garden. Moving to open the door and give the cat a heart
attack, she heard Morgan walk into the kitchen. Turning to say good morning,
she saw a strange look on his face as he stared at her.

Smiling brightly, she welcomed him, "Good Morning young man! Are you hungry?"

Still he seemed to be half asleep still or something had enchanted him.
Perplexed, she asked, "Morgan! Are you OK? Feeling OK?"

Morgan seemed to be swimming back from a far off place and muttered, "uhh yeah,
I just felt confused because I wasn't home and mom wasn't here!"

Silently he was thinking, "Holy Cow, Grandma's naked under that robe. God she
has a set of tits that are twice as big as mom's!"

Turning to look at him, she stepped forward to lay the back of her hand on his
forehead to test if he was hot. "Humm" she mused, "He's cool as a cucumber! He
sure is acting strange though! I wonder what on earth it could be?"


Chapter 6

Morgan was good company, very loving and quick to do her bidding although
sometimes he prevented her from doing things she would rather do herself.

Sitting on the glider in the gazebo late one evening, Morgan and Selinde
watched the sunset lost in their own thoughts. Leaning back to rest her head on
his shoulder, Selinde felt Morgan's strong arms envelope her to draw her closer
to his bosom.

Getting comfortable, she leaned closer to him and rested her hand on his Jean
clad thigh. Suddenly she became aware Morgan's penis had gotten hard. Not
wanting to be obvious, she tried to see if what she thought was true. Turning
her head slightly she couldn't help but gasp as she saw a cock outlined under
his loose jeans that was every bit as big as his grandfather's had been.

Thinking a moment, Selinde asked, "Morgan, would you mind my asking a very
personal question of you?"

Silence ensued for several moments, then, "Well no I guess not!" Morgan
answered.

Thinking how to couch the question, Selinde decided to just ask what she was
thinking, "Morgan are you excited because of me or is it just happening because
young men just do that a lot!"

Feeling him tense slightly, he replied, "uhh well, mostly you grandma!"

Turning to look into his face, she said, "I cause you to get excited? Why on
earth would I excite you?"

Morgan blushed and was glad she had turned her face away and said, "You are
beautiful Grandmother, you are sexy and have a beautiful body and I love you!"

It was Selinde's turn to blush. It was then Selinde noticed her pussy had
become moist and that old hunger filled her belly.

"Morgan?" she asked, "What do you do when it gets that way and won't go away on
it's own?"

Haltingly, he replied, "I er, uhh, make it go away!"

Quietly, almost too quietly for him to hear, she asked, "Would you like me to
help you with it?"

Though he didn't answer, the look on his face as he looked at her told her all
she needed to know. Wordlessly the two rose to go inside.

Morgan followed her into her bedroom, sitting at her makeup table, he watched
as she removed her clothes. Standing nude before him, she asked, "Still think
I'm sexy Morgan?"

Morgan blushed and answered, "Yes, oh yes Grandmother!"

"Have you been with anyone yet Morgan?" she asked as she turned to set on the
edge of the bed.

Morgan raised his eyebrows and shook his head no!

Sitting on the bedside and looking at him, it suddenly dawned on her how much
he looked like his Grandfather Cesaen!

Selinde smiled at him and said, "Is there anything you would like say or
something you would like to know?"

"Well uhh if you don't mind, I would like for you to put on a pair of black
stockings and your garter belt?" he asked hopefully

Putting her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh, she replied, "Really?? You
want me to wear stockings?"

Nodding his head vigorously up and down, Selinde retrieved a pair of stockings
from her drawer and picking up a white, red, and black set of garter belts,
asked, "which color?"

Morgan chirped, "RED!" then "Highheels too, If you don't mind that is!" he said
encouragingly.


Chapter 7

Helping Morgan remove his clothing, Selinde stroked his hard cock as he kneaded
her breasts and they kissed. She wasn't going to let him mount her, but she
wanted him to play with her slit and clitoris so she could cum too.

Without warning, Morgan's big cock erupted to spew cum over her stomach and
thighs. Absentmindedly she scraped her finger through a big glob of cum and
drew it up to lick it from her finger.

Lying down on the bed, Morgan situated himself between her legs and knelt to
lick and tongue her throbbing pussy lips.

Selinde groaned deep inside and held his lips against her throbbing clit as
Morgan licked and sucked it. Her orgasm rapidly approached and as she moaned
and thrashed her legs, Morgan stepped up his ministrations to her burning quim.


Suddenly he inserted his big finger inside her seething pussy and stroked it in
and out as she came.

Morgan loomed over her as she came down from her orgasm and she gasped as she
felt his cockhead slip inside. Before she could tell him, "NO not inside me!"
he had plunged inside to begin hammering thrusts inside as her body shook.
Morgan's big cock felt too good to stop now!

Selinde drew her legs up and put them across his back as the old feeling of
fullness assailed her senses.

Urging him to slow down, Selinde said, 'Morgan slow down honey! Let me enjoy
this too baby!"

Morgan groaned and replied, "OK grandma, I love you grandma. You are so tight
and hot inside!"

Morgan's senses were on fire as the glassy smooth texture of her stocking clad
thighs rubbed against his hips and sides electrically.

Looking back down his side, he saw her full thighs clad in stockings snugly
bulging out slightly where the top band of the stockings stopped.

He felt the cool imprint of her high heels pressing on his butt as her thighs
clasped him tightly. Matching him thrust for thrust, Selinde was immersed in a
world of hard cock and a young body holding her close.

On and on the two fucked as Morgan began to build up a feeling unlike any he
had felt before inside his grandmother's body.

Grandmother and grandson began moaning deeply and anxiously sought to receive
and go in deeper with each heartstopping thrust. Selinde began a moaning wail
as her orgasm came crashing down on her. Morgan increased the hammering thrusts
inside her pussy until she could only hang on and grunt as his big cock hit
bottom.

As Selinde came down from her orgasm, she felt Morgan urging her to move around
on the bed. Positioning themselves so Morgan could see himself fucking his
grandmother in the mirror as he looked back, his senses were inflamed as her
strong womanly stocking clad thighs pulled him deeper as the electric rubbing
of the stockings spurred him on.

Watching his cock plunge deep into her pussy, Morgan felt the onslaught of
orgasm overtake him. His grandmother managed to reach behind his thigh to reach
his bag as she began massaging it. Tightening until his nuts were pulled
against the base of his cock, Morgan felt his cum begin shooting inside his
grandmother.

With a groan that bordered on a low scream, Morgan ejaculated in large globs
inside his grandmother's pussy. The feel of his hot cum hitting her inside set
off yet another orgasm that made her weak and trembling.

Lying quietly afterwards, Morgan said, "I love you grandmother! I really really
love you!"

Selinde choked back a sob to say, "I know Morgan, I love you very very much
too!"


Grandmother and Grandson made love many times before he had to return home.
Selinde was a good woman who loved her family. She never once felt any since of
shame over what she and Morgan had done. She was sure her grandson felt the
same.


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